Princes charming (Bts x reader)

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I somewhat answered Namjoon's questions while Jungkook somewhat answered Jimin's and Hoseok's answers.

I was super tired with all the talking.

We eventually call it a day on the setting sun. Jungkook seemed to be mesmerised.

Jimin was keeping him company while we set up camp. We were almost at the edge of the dessert. The dessert was in bird's eye view.

Calling it camp would be a bit of stretch, but it was definitely something.

Namjoon was setting up a fire while Hoseok and I watched.

"I thought you'd be up in Jungkook's business" I tell Hoseok.
"I kind of bothered him the whole day" he sheepishly says.

"What's new with you?" He nudges my arm.
"You should know. You were right next to me" I say.

"It's got to be the hair" Hoseok continues to smile.
"My hair looking funky?" I ask, patting it down with a smile.

His face starts leaning in closer to mine.

I am so glad my reactions are super slow to stuff like this. I definitely did not want to jump away but his face was getting really close.

He slowly reaches toward my face, staring right at me. It looked like he was going to touch my cheek until he goes a bit further.

"Not exactly" he warmly smiles, picking at something in my hair.

He holds up a leaf between us.

"Aish, get your face away from me" I frown, shoving him away by the face.
"Why?" Hoseok laughs, teasing me as he gets closer.
"I got my limits too" I say, immensely disappointed as I try to shove him away from me.

Of course I expect the impossible from such a handsome face even with such an ugly image. Who wouldn't?

"I think you should listen to her" Namjoon interjects.
"I don't understand" Hoseok whines as he nuzzled closer to me.
"Yah" I complain, trying to get him off me.

"Hoseok, I think we need more firewood. Please go fetch some" Namjoon tells him.

I steal a glance from what we collected and it looks sufficient.

"Ok. Let's go" Hoseok chirps towards me.
"We don't need too much" Namjoon informs him before I could stand up.

"Alright. I'll be right back" he happily says, walking off.

Then Namjoon silently sits next to me, poking the fire with a stick.

"You didn't have to send him off" I say, feeling a little disappointed that he left. It could've evolved into something.

"You seem disappointed" Namjoon says.
"Kind of. Can you blame me?" I say, boredly looking around.

"Thought you didn't like that kind of attention" Namjoon quietly comments.
"Well, it's kind of like if I see something cute, I want to squish it, but if I'm not allowed to squish it I rather not see it in the first place-you know?" I say, sighing a little in the end.

"Not quite" he says.

I bring my knees to my chest and take the chance to stare at Namjoon.

"You seem quite like an anti-romantic so you wouldn't understand" I pout.
"You think that?" he asks, not particularly bothered.

"So you're a romantic?" he turns the conversation to me.
"Of course. It would be near impossible with such good looking people" I say.

Namjoon finally turns his attention to me.