𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 47 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓸𝓹𝓮

Packing day. By now, every student was collecting the hurricane that escaped their suitcases inside their bunks, including Jisung and his friends. Jisung looked around, his forehead and arms a bit sweaty after cramming every last item in his suitcase.

A bittersweet smile painted the boy's face as a small sigh escaped his mouth. Minho turned around the corner, carrying a stack of clothes, and dropped them on the bed. "I'll miss this place," Jisung admitted to him and sat down cross-legged on the other's bed. "Cheer up, Love. I can take you here any time." Minho smiled until his front teeth appeared, resulting in the other internally cooing. Once shook back to reality, Jisung motioned to the suitcase. "Need help?" he offered. Minho caressed the back of his neck, embarrassment clear on his face. "Yeah.." A snort escaped Jisung's mouth as he pushed Minho to the back before it created more damage. 

A few eyes turned on them, walking across the campsite. "Are they holding hands?" someone whispered to another. "This is ridiculous!"

"I think it's cute, though." A girl elbowed her friend on the side. 

"Shall I carry that for you?" Hyunjin offered upon seeing the fully packed bag. "Are you sure?" Chan frowned. "Don't you have too much to carry already?" 

"Nope. I have room for more."

"You know I would do anything for you." Hyunjin winked, causing Chan to chuckle. "Here." The taller tilted the bag over his shoulder before receiving a response from the other and held out his hand again. "Now you can walk normally."

"Thank you, Hyunjin," he mumbled shyly, almost hiding behind him because this had received more attention from the rest. Whilst Hyunjin only grinned at the shy mess that was his. 

Two eyes looked at Hyunjin, a mix of emotions within them. She tilted her head, signaling for answers. Hyunjin grabbed Chan by his hand, intertwining it with his and putting them up to show off. "Georgy," he started with a quirky smirk, "This is Bang Christopher Chan, my lover," making sure to emphasize the last part. Georgia's mouth practically hung open. Her eyes moved in every direction except the one of the couple in front of her as she brushed the string of hair out of her face, her face gradually growing redder with the second. "O-oh, you two are together.." 

"I'm so sorry for interfering with you guys all this time. I didn't know that," she stammered further, barely able to get out of her words. "Don't worry, Georgy," Chan started, earning a bitter stare from Georgia. "I forgive you for every time you thought you had a chance." 

A sneaky smile adorned the taller's demeanor. Hyunjin didn't want to admit it, but he secretly liked this sassy side of the other. "Now if you excuse us," Chan said, wrapping his arm around Hyunjin's before strutting away, leaving Georgia behind, who stood there completely dumbfounded. 

"I'm all yours," Hyunjin chuckled.

"I told you I'm not sharing," Chan responded with confidence. 

"Ey, what is that, Hwang?" Minho raised a brow provokingly, the corners of his mouth tugging into a grin. The rest's attention also went to the males' intertwined hands. "So it is official?" Minho bumped against Hyunjin teasingly who rolled his eyes. "Jisung, come collect your man, he is in somebody else's business again!" Hyunjin whined and Jisung laughed.

"And the answer is yes," Hyunjin responded with a smirk before dropping the luggage into the bus next to him. 

The ride was silent, unusually silent even. Yet nobody complained. All students were still recovering from the wild nights before that had drained everyone's energy. Most of them fell asleep by now. Including Jisung and Chan, who drifted off the moment they got on the bus, leaving Minho and Hyunjin choosing to stay awake. 

Minho proceeded to caress the younger's head on his lap. Poor thing hasn't had a proper night rest in days, and to be honest, it worried him. Dark circles cornered around Jisung's eyes. The older noticed how Jisung had started getting more restless, so if this is the other's only way to rest, Minho would offer his lap every day. Minho held up his hand, shading Jisung from the sunlight, a warm smile adorning his face. "I will protect you," he whispered softly. 

The door creaked open and Minho dragged his suitcase inside. He rubbed over his temples while a groan left his mouth. "Stupid headache," Minho murmured to himself. Then he noticed a yellow-ish envelope scattered near the foot of his desk. He bucked down, picking it up, and read the sender with squinted eyes. When it became clear who it was from, Minho's hands tore the envelope open at lightning speed. His eyes flashed from one side of the paper to the other. After reading the last sentence, he lowered it, staring in front of him, a frown embellished on his forehead. "So this is it..." 

"Mom!" Jisung yelled throughout the house, trying to find her. "Jisung?" she raised her voice in question with a worried expression. Upon hearing his mother's voice he ran toward her, engulfing her in a hug. "Son, what's wrong?  Did something happen?" She caressed the back of her son's head. 

"I couldn't stop worrying about you and our family when I was gone.." he admitted in a shaky voice. Jisung was almost out of breath when running back home. "Oh, Ji.." Jisu sighed, cupping her son's face. "I'm sorry for making you worry so much. We are doing fine, son, I promise. You should really enjoy yourself too, you know?" 

"But I'm scared, mom. Now that dad is back, anything could happen. What if it doesn't just stay at these letters?" The tears burned in his eyes, leaving stains all the way down Jisung's cheeks. "What if he shows up and does something to you guys when I'm not there to protect you?" Jisu's lips trembled as she wiped her son's cheeks. "Ji, I don't want anything to happen to you either, okay? You are my son, I am the one that should protect you." She shook her head. "I have already failed you as a mother before.." 

"History can't repeat itself again, okay Jisung? I promise," she whispered, holding her son tightly and safe in her arms.