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CAMP MATCHMAKER — EOM SEONGHYEON

SYNOPSIS :: Following your campers locking you and Seonghyeon in a closet together, you try to pretend he doesn't exist, but Seonghyeon and your two cabins of relentless matchmakers have other plans.

W.C :: 4.6k

CONTAINS :: campcounselor!seonghyeon, a spinoff of mr and mrs camp counselor, the campers are menaces, stubborn reader, crack, fluff, angst if you squint, the love bomb, skinship, kissing

PLAYLIST :: Tongue tied - grouplove; It’s not living (if it’s not with you) - the 1975; Slide away - Oasis; You are the right one - Sports

It had been exactly one day since the storage closet incident that saw you and Seonghyeon finally confess that there was something between you both.

When the two of you were freed from the makeshift prison you had attempted to give the campers a thorough talking to. Really, you had.

You'd marched them all to the main lodge, mustered your most authoritative counselor voice, and launched into a speech about boundaries, respect, and the importance of not locking people in confined spaces.

They'd stood there in a ragged semicircle, faces arranged in expressions of performative contrition—and then one of them had pointed at your hair and whispered, "It's still there."

Another had started giggling, then another.

Within thirty seconds, the entire group had devolved into helpless laughter, tears streaming down their faces as they pointed at the glitter still stubbornly clinging to your part, your temples, the collar of your counselor polo, all the while you tried to maintain your composure.

Then you'd glanced at Seonghyeon, who had somehow gotten it worse: his entire left shoulder sparkled like a disco ball, and there was a particularly stubborn cluster of purple flakes stuck to his eyebrow, and you'd lost it too.

The "talking to" had devolved into all of you laughing so hard the camp director had come outside to check if someone was dying.

Safe to say, you deemed the whole thing a wash and the lecture was officially canceled. The campers had won yet again.

And so, in your own stubborn and unrelenting methods of punishment , you refused to allow the campers to see you interact with Seonghyeon at all in the hopes that eventually the campers would stop being so persistent.

It was petty, sure, but seeing their faces: the way their eyes would light up whenever you so much as glanced in his direction, and they'd scramble for that ridiculous notebook, then they'd start narrating your every move like you were characters in their personal drama—it all made you want to scream.

So you'd decided: no interaction, no eye contact, no accidental hand brushes, no standing within ten feet of each other. No anything that could be documented, analysed, or turned into another entry in Operation Summer Romance.

You were going to starve them of content.

It was a brilliant plan. Foolproof. Diabolical, even.

It lasted approximately one day before collapsing.

You had started the morning off strong, positioning yourself on the complete opposite end of the counselor’s dining table to Seonghyeon, as far away from him as physically possible.

The campers noticed immediately, and you watched their faces drop, eyes darting between the two of you.

"Why is she sitting so far away?"

"Is she... avoiding him?"

"Why would she avoid him? They were literally trapped in a closet together yesterday."

"Maybe she's embarrassed."

"Maybe he did something wrong."

"He wouldn't do anything wrong. He's perfect."

"Nobody's perfect."

"He is. He's perfect for her."

You stabbed your oatmeal with unnecessary force.

Seonghyeon, at the opposite end of the table, was pointedly not looking at you. You could tell he was trying not to look at you. His eyes kept drifting in your direction, then snapping away, like he was fighting a physical urge.

It was kind of adorable, but you weren't going to think about that.

The whispers continued as breakfast finished up, it was only natural for them to speculate anyways, they had quite literally witnessed you two fall into each other laughing upon your release from the closet. The sudden switch up from "they're obviously in love" to "she won't even look at him" was jarring, even for the most dedicated investigators, especially considering both you and Seonghyeon still had the remnants of glitter dusted across you, so what could have possibly happened in that short time period?

You could feel their confusion radiating from the other side of the dining hall like a physical force.

Eventually you pushed your bowl away, your oatmeal a lost cause.

Standing up, you collected your tray and turned to your campers, who were still huddled together, watching you with the intensity of hawk-eyed detectives.

"Clean up," you said firmly. "We have archery in twenty minutes. I don't want to hear any excuses about being late."

Your campers exchanged glances. They clearly wanted to ask more questions and demand answers, but something in your tone made them hold their tongues for now.

You walked toward the tray return, keeping your gaze fixed straight ahead. You could feel Seonghyeon's eyes on you from across the room, the weight of his attention like a physical presence, warm and steady and impossible to ignore.

You didn't look back, you refused to.

That afternoon you were walking back from the archery range when you saw him coming the other way, flanked by his campers. The path was narrow, there was nowhere to go, and you were going to have to pass him.

You squared your shoulders and lifted your chin, prepared to walk past him like he was a stranger, a complete non-entity, someone you'd never met in your entire life—

"Counselor Y/N."

His voice stopped you in your tracks.

You turned to see his campers watching with barely contained glee. Your campers were watching from a distance, having somehow materialised out of thin air the moment they sensed an impending interaction.

"Yes?" You said, keeping your voice flat.

Seonghyeon smiled that soft, private smile that was only ever for you. "You have something in your hair."

"Really."

"Let me guess, glitter?"

"Purple."

You reached up. Your fingers brushed against a cluster of stubborn sparkles still clinging to your part. You tried to pull them out, but they were completely stuck despite your insistence.

One of Seonghyeon’s campers squealed quietly, barely able to contain her excitement as she watched Seonghyeon’s smile turn even fonder than it already had been, "He's going to help her."

"He's going to touch her hair." Another responded, swinging the arm of the camper beside them in uncontrolled glee.

Seonghyeon stepped closer, his hand already reaching out towards you. "Do you want—"

"I've got it," you said quickly, far too quickly. "I'm fine. Thank you."

You turned and walked away, continuing your trek down towards the camp. Behind you, the campers gasped. "She walked away!"

"He looks so confused." Your camper whispered behind her hand, watching Seonghyeon carefully from a distance. The crowd of kids surrounded him like concerned bodyguards, all of them tracking his every micro-expression following the... rejection, if you could even call it that.

"He looks hurt."

"She hurt his feelings."

One of the younger campers pouted dramatically, her lower lip wobbling as if she'd personally been rejected. "Why would she do that? They were so happy yesterday."

"Maybe she's playing hard to get."

"What do we do? We can’t let this stand." Seonghyeon’s camper declared, shaking his head dramatically.

"We'll fix it, somehow."

“How???”

What every single one of them failed to notice, in their mass whispers of shock and concern, was the smirk that now rested on Seonghyeon's lips as he watched you go.

He had worked out almost immediately what you were doing. The moment you'd sat at the opposite end of the breakfast table, refused to make eye contact, and now walked away from him on the path—he'd seen right through it.

You weren't rejecting him.

You were testing him, or rather, you were testing yourself. You were trying to prove that you could resist him, that you could keep things professional, that the campers hadn't already won.

It was absolutely adorable, and also completely, utterly futile.

He watched you disappear around the bend, your shoulders still squared with your chin still lifted and your hair still glittering with purple sparkles that caught the afternoon light like tiny stars. You were trying so hard to be strong, distant, and untouchable.

But he knew you.

He'd known you for three summers. He'd watched you comfort homesick campers at midnight and laugh so hard at a camper's joke that you'd snorted juice out of your nose.

He'd even watched you fall in love with him—just as he'd fallen in love with you.

This little performance of yours wasn't going to last, he'd make sure of it.

"You know," he said, not turning around to face his campers, "she's very stubborn."

"Yeah, we noticed."

"She's SOOOOO stubborn."

"Stubborn enough to walk away from true love."

Seonghyeon chuckled. "She's also very determined. Once she decides on something, she doesn't give up easily."

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"It is when she's determined about the right things." A camper pointed out.

"And right now, she's determined about the wrong thing."

"Don't worry," Seonghyeon said, finally turning to face his campers. His smirk had softened into something warmer and more certain. "She'll come around."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know her." He tucked his hands into his pockets, already planning his next move. "And because I'm very, very patient."

"Patient for what?"

"For her."

The campers exchanged glances. Then, slowly, their expressions shifted from despair to hope, realising they had maybe underestimated their counselor.

That evening, you found yourself back in the boys' cabin.

It wasn't by choice, exactly. The glitter situation in the storage closet had become a genuine hazard—campers were tracking purple sparkles everywhere, and you'd drawn the short straw when it came to cleanup duty. So there you were, knee-deep in craft supplies, trying to contain the chaos that your campers had unleashed.

The irony was not lost on you.

You were just reaching for a particularly stubborn cluster of glitter that had somehow migrated to the ceiling when you heard footsteps behind you: the soft tread of sneakers on wooden floorboards that were familiar and unmistakable.

"I'm not talking to you," you said without turning around.

"I didn't say anything," Seonghyeon replied.

"Your presence is saying plenty."

"My presence?"

"Yes. It's very... present."

He laughed warmly, making your stomach flip. You'd heard that laugh a hundred times before, but somehow it still managed to catch you off guard and make your heart do that annoying little skip it had been doing for three summers now.

You refused to acknowledge it.

"I was just passing by," he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't realise you'd be in here."

"Liar."

"Excuse me?"

"You're a terrible liar, Seonghyeon. You always have been." You finally turned to face him, still holding the glitter container like a shield. "You knew I'd be here. One of your campers told you, didn't they?"

He had the decency to look slightly caught out. His hand came up to rub the back of his neck—a nervous habit you'd noticed years ago, one that he only ever did around you.

"Maybe," he admitted.

"Maybe?"

"Okay, yes. Jungwoo mentioned it during free period. He said you were 'on a glitter crusade' and that I should 'seize the opportunity.'"

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "They're coaching you now?"

"They're very invested."

"They're meddling."

"They prefer the term 'facilitating.'"

"Seonghyeon."

"Y/N."

You stared at each other across the small cabin. The evening light slanted through the windows, catching the glitter dust still floating in the air like tiny purple stars. Somewhere outside, a bird sang. Somewhere further away, campers shouted and laughed and continued their endless chaos.

But in here, it was just the two of you.

"I'm doing this for a reason," you said.

"Which is?"

"The campers. They're watching us all the time, and if we give them any more material, they're going to—" You gestured vaguely. "—do something. I don't know what. Something worse than the closet."

"Worse than the closet?"

"Yes. They're creative and unhinged. They have that stupid notebook, for god’s sake."

Seonghyeon took a step toward you. "So your solution is to pretend I don't exist?"

"It's a temporary measure."

"For how long?"

"Until they lose interest."

He raised an eyebrow. "They're not going to lose interest."

"They will eventually."

"Y/N. They've been watching us for weeks. They locked us in a closet. They have a Venn diagram." He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could see the flecks of colour in his eyes. "They're not losing interest."

You swallowed. "So what do you suggest?"

He reached up, very slowly, very deliberately, and brushed a cluster of purple glitter from your hair, his fingers lingering against your temple. "I suggest we stop pretending," he said quietly. "They already know. Everyone already knows. The only people who don't seem to know are us."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning.

You opened your mouth to respond, deflect, argue, do anything other than admit that he was right, and then you heard it.

A soft gasp from behind you. Barely audible, but unmistakable.

Your eyes widened. You started to turn to see who was there and had been watching, ready to question how long they'd been listening—

But Seonghyeon's hands were suddenly on your cheeks, cupping your face, gently but firmly holding you still. His thumbs brushed across your cheekbones, warm and steady, and his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

"Don't turn around," he murmured.

"Seonghyeon."

"Don't."

"Seonghyeon, I—"

"Just look at me." His voice was soft, almost pleading. "Please. Just look at me."

You wanted to argue and pull away to see who was at the window and put an end to whatever scheme the campers had cooked up this time.

But his hands were so warm, his eyes were so steady, and the way he was looking at you—like you were the only person in the world, like nothing else mattered, like the campers could be watching or not and it wouldn't change a single thing—made it impossible to move.

"Seonghyeon," you said again, and this time your voice came out as a warning, low and threatening. The kind of voice you used when campers were about to do something stupid.

He just tilted his head, his expression entirely innocent. His eyelashes fluttered and he smiled so softly you felt your heart clench.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

You stared at him and he stared back, completely unrepentant.

Despite everything surrounding you at this moment, you felt the fight drain out of you.

You sighed, a long, defeated exhale that seemed to come from somewhere deep in your soul. "You're impossible," you said.

"I know."

"This is exactly what they want."

"I know."

"And you're just... going to give it to them?"

He smiled, his thumbs still stroking your cheeks. "I'm not doing it for them," he said quietly. "I'm doing it for us."

Your heart stuttered in your chest. "Seonghyeon..."

"Y/N." His forehead touched yours. "I've been waiting for three summers. I've been patient. I've been professional. I've been careful." He let out a soft breath. "I'm tired of being careful."

"You're tired of being careful?"

"I'm tired of pretending I don't want to kiss you every time you laugh at one of my jokes, and watching you walk away and not following. I'm tired of—" He stopped, his voice catching slightly. "I'm tired of loving you from a distance."

Your breath caught. "Seonghyeon..."

"I know the campers are watching." His voice was barely a whisper now. "I know they're going to make this into a whole thing and we're never going to hear the end of it." He smiled, soft and warm. "But I don't care."

"They’re going to actually plan our wedding."

"I figured."

"Seonghyeon."

"Y/N."

He was so close. His hands were on your face, his forehead was against yours, and somewhere behind you, through the window, a dozen campers were watching with bated breath.

But in this moment none of it mattered.

"You're not worried?" You whispered.

"Not even a little," he whispered back, his lips curving into a smile.

And then, before you could overthink it, you surged forward and kissed him.

His lips were warm, slightly chapped from the summer sun, the way they always were this time of year, and you'd noticed that detail a hundred times before without ever admitting it to yourself. You'd noticed the way he bit his lower lip when he was thinking, the way he licked them before he smiled, the way they curved around words that made you laugh.

But you'd never let yourself imagine what they'd feel like against yours.

Now you knew.

His hands were still cupping your face, and as you kissed him, his thumbs traced slow, reverent circles across your cheekbones. The gesture was so tender, so careful, that it made your chest ache with something you couldn't quite name.

You felt his breath hitch against your lips—a soft, surprised sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. His hands then slid from your cheeks into your hair, fingers threading through the strands, pulling you closer, deeper, like he'd been waiting for this moment his entire life.

Which, you realised with a jolt, he had.

Three summers. Three years of stolen glances and accidental touches and breakfast cleanup shifts, three years of watching you from across the dining hall, of finding excuses to be near you, of loving you from a distance.

And now, finally, finally, you were here.

The kiss deepened, and you felt his body press against yours—warm and solid and real. His chest against your chest, his hands in your hair, his lips moving against yours with a slowness that felt almost deliberate.

You reached up, your fingers finding the collar of his counselor polo. You tugged him closer, and he made a soft sound against your lips—a sound that was half laugh, half sigh, entirely content.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed, his lips parted slightly.

"Y/N," he whispered, and your name sounded softer on his lips now.

"I'm here," you whispered back.

He opened his eyes. They were bright, warm, filled with something that made your heart stutter in your chest. "I've wanted to do that for so long," he said.

"I know."

"You know?"

"You signed up for breakfast cleanup on your off days for three summers, Seonghyeon. I wasn't oblivious." You smiled, your fingers still tangled in his collar. "I was just..."

"Scared?"

"Patient."

"You're not patient. You're stubborn."

"Same thing."

He laughed and pressed his forehead more firmly against yours. "I love you," he said quietly. "I've loved you for three summers, and I'm tired of pretending I don't."

"I know."

"Say it back."

"Seonghyeon."

"Say it back," he repeated, and his voice was soft but insistent. "Please."

You looked at him, seeing his warm eyes and his soft smile and the single purple glitter flake still clinging to his eyebrow. He was the man who had been waiting for you for three summers, who had signed up for shifts he didn't need and duties he didn't want, who had loved you from a distance and never once given up.

"I love you too," you said.

His smile was the brightest thing you'd ever seen. "Say it again."

"I love you too."

"Again."

"Seonghyeon."

"Again."

You laughed, pulling him closer. "I love you. I love you. I love you." You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then the corner of his mouth. "Is that enough?"

"Not even close," he murmured, and then he was kissing you again: deeper this time, slower, like he had all the time in the world.

Behind you, the campers erupted.

“THEY’RE KISSING!!!” One shouted as the two campers beside her screamed and covered their eyes, trying to erase the sight from their memories.

“WE DID IT!”

“OPERATION SUMMER ROMANCE IS COMPLETE!”

You felt Seonghyeon smile into the kiss as the campers voices filtered in through the cracks of the window, the sun shhining bright onto the grounds. Maybe it was time to give in and accept that the campers were victorious, though if it meant you got to kiss Seonghyeon more often, you weren’t going to complain.

EXTRA ::

The sun hung low and golden over the lake, casting long shadows across the water as the final afternoon of camp drew to a close. The air was thick with the scent of pine and sunscreen and the bittersweet weight of endings. Summer was almost over, the campers would leave tomorrow, the cabins would empty, the laughter would fade into memory.

But not yet. Not quite yet.

You stood at the edge of the dock, the wooden boards warm beneath your bare feet. The water lapped gently against the pilings, a soft, rhythmic sound that seemed to echo the beating of your heart. Beside you, Seonghyeon's hand was warm in yours, his fingers laced through yours like they'd always been there.

The campers were gathered on the shore, a chaotic cluster of cabin shirts and sunburned noses and glitter-covered notebooks. They'd been watching you both all week—following you around like ducklings, documenting your every interaction, adding to their ever-growing collection of evidence that you were now, officially, a couple.

"Are you ready?" Seonghyeon asked softly, his voice barely audible over the sounds of the campers' chatter.

You turned to look at him. The golden light caught the edges of his face, illuminating the warmth in his eyes, the soft curve of his smile. "Ready for what?" You asked, though you already knew.

He smiled gently. "To make a memory."

Your heart swelled in your chest. "I've already made enough memories with you to last a lifetime."

"Then make one more."

The campers on shore were growing restless. You could hear their whispers and excited murmurs. "They're holding hands."

"They're always holding hands now."

"It's so romantic."

"It's so gross."

"Shush!! It’s beautiful."

You laughed, the sound bright and unguarded. Seonghyeon's hand squeezed yours, and you turned to face him fully. "Together?" You asked.

"Together," he confirmed.

And then you jumped.

The water was cold and shocking and perfect. It closed over your heads like a curtain, muffling the sounds of the world above. For a moment, there was nothing but the weight of the water around you, the pressure of Seonghyeon's hand still gripping yours, the strange, suspended feeling of falling without falling.

You then kicked upward, breaking the surface with a gasp.

The air was warm against your wet skin. The sun was bright in your eyes. The campers were screaming from the shore, their voices a chaotic chorus of excitement and disbelief.

But you barely heard them because Seonghyeon was there, treading water beside you, his hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes bright and laughing. Water droplets clung to his lashes like tiny diamonds and his smile was the widest you'd ever seen it.

"You're crazy," you said, laughing.

"You're the one who jumped with me."

"I didn't say I wasn't crazy too."

He laughed heartily and pulled you closer. His hands found your waist beneath the water, steadying you, anchoring you to him. "I love you," he said, and the words came easy now, as natural as breathing.

You smiled, water dripping from your chin. "I love you too."

He kissed you.

His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer, and you felt your feet leave the bottom of the lake. You floated together, suspended in the golden water, the world reduced to the warmth of his lips and the steady beat of his heart against yours.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathing hard. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed.

"Best summer ever," he murmured.

"Best summer ever," you agreed.

From the shore, the campers had lost their collective minds.

"THEY KISSED IN THE WATER!"

"THAT WAS SO ROMANTIC!"

"WE DID THIS! WE'RE MATCHMAKING GENIUSES!"

"WE'RE LEGENDS!"

Then, without warning, the first camper jumped.

A splash followed by a shriek and a burst of laughter, then another, and another.

Within seconds, the air was filled with flying bodies and screaming children and the unmistakable chaos of two cabins' worth of campers launching themselves into the lake with absolutely no regard for safety or dignity or the fact that they were all still wearing their clothes.

"CANNONBALL!" One shouted before they hit the water, you quickly turned your face away to avoid the spray of water from hitting your eye.

You watched in horror and delight as the chaos unfolded around you. Campers splashed and shrieked and laughed, their voices echoing across the lake like the sound of pure, unfiltered joy.

And then, as the realisation hit you—

"WHERE ARE YOUR LIFE JACKETS?!" You shouted, your counselor instincts overriding everything else.

A camper paddled past you, grinning. "Relax, Counselor! We're in the shallow end!"

"The shallow end is still deep enough to drown!"

"We're fine!"

"You're not fine! You're going to drown!"

"I can swim!"

"That’s not the point!"

Seonghyeon laughed beside you, his arm still wrapped around your waist. "They're not going to listen."

"Seonghyeon."

"Just let them have this."

"Someone's going to injure themself!"

"Well at least they would be having fun whilst doing so."

You turned to stare at him. "Did you just joke about campers getting injured?"

He grinned, water still dripping from his chin. "I'm very funny."

You splashed him in response.

The water caught him square in the face, and his head snapped back with a startled laugh. For a moment, he just froze: jaw dropped, eyes wide, water streaming down his cheeks like he couldn't quite believe what had just happened.

Then he turned to you, and his grin turned wicked. "Oh, it's on."

Before you could react, his hand came down in a sweeping arc, sending a wall of water directly into your face. You sputtered, gasping, as the lake water invaded your mouth and nose.

It quickly devolved into the two of you splashing water at each other relentlessly, wide grins on both your faces: your hands churning the surface into a frenzy, his laughter echoing across the lake as he dodged and retaliated. Water flew in every direction, catching the golden sunlight like scattered diamonds.

One of your campers shouted: "WATER FIGHT!"

It then became an all-out war. A free-for-all, even.

Campers descended from every direction, shrieking and laughing, their bodies cutting through the water like torpedoes. You couldn't tell who was an ally or an enemy anymore—only that you were aiming to stop swallowing so much water. Hands splashed from every angle, faces appeared and disappeared in the chaos, the lake had become a battlefield of pure, unfiltered joy.

You spun in circles, trying to defend yourself, but it was hopeless. There were too many of them and they were everywhere: behind you, beside you, in front of you. Water filled your eyes, your nose, your mouth. You were laughing so hard you could barely breathe.

Somewhere in the middle of it all, you caught a glimpse of Seonghyeon. He was surrounded by at least five campers, all of them splashing him relentlessly, and he was laughing so brightly his cheeks were turning red. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his shirt clung to his chest, and you realised truly that you'd never loved him more.

The sun shone brightly above, its rays gleaming against the rocking water. The lake sparkled like a sea of scattered stars, each ripple catching the light and throwing it back toward the sky. The air was warm and sweet with the scent of summer. The sounds of laughter and splashing echoed across the water like music.

In the middle of it all, surrounded by chaos and campers and the golden light of the setting sun, you found yourself thinking that this was it. This was the moment you'd remember forever.

The summer you fell in love.

The summer the campers won.

The summer that changed everything for the better.

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