#vldjaejin

It was no secret that he’d had it up to his ears with the ridiculous activities that KMG had prepared. Although he had become rather well-versed in preventing his nerves from rising to the surface and making themselves known through less than pleased looks and breathy snorts, he couldn’t help but cross bare arms over his chest.

Their staffs must have been out of their bloody minds if they thought this would go over well.

At the waters edge, the young man stood a few feet from the waiting kayak, watching the gentle waves lap at the shore. Dark eyes focused on the ground as he mindlessly put on the life vest as instructed. To allow his gaze to stray but a few degrees to the side and he’d be graced with the less than pleasant view of Jaejin.

Prick.

Christ, what had he done to deserve this?

Clearing his throat, the young man pulled his attention up and looked out across the body of water.

“Want to rock, paper, scissors to see who sits in the front?” Kiwon suggested, rubbing his bicep as if in an attempt to turn down the heat of his rising temper.