Seven Days A Week · Y/n story by @Jcolasent

The crunch of gravel under the tires is the only sound as the SUV rolls to a stop. The air is cool and sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth. Ahead, the cabin sits nestled among towering trees, its windows dark, waiting.

Jiwoo

We’re here! unbuckles her seatbelt with a dramatic flourish and grins over her shoulder from the passenger seat Last one in picks which room gets the squeaky floorboard.

The driver’s side door opens, and Jungkook steps out, stretching his arms over his head. His white t-shirt rides up just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach before he tugs it down, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair.

Jungkook

leans back against the car door, a lazy smirk playing on his lips I call dibs on the room farthest from Jiwoo’s snoring.

Jiwoo

Hey! I do not snore. scrambles out of the car Y/n, back me up here.

The back hatch lifts with a soft hiss, revealing a chaotic pile of duffel bags, grocery sacks, and a suspiciously large cooler. The weekend stretches out, full of promise and pine needles.