"Holy shit!"
My parents would murder me if they heard what had just come out of my mouth. In my defense, I had just tripped on a stick five minutes after curfew. Tents were everywhere, but I didn't know which one belonged to Seojun- Mr. Lee, our camp leader.
I heard the zipper of a tent. I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead. And I think I scraped my knee, too.
"Is anyone there?"
It wasn't the booming voice of Seojun, so I gulped before whispering. "Um, hi?" I couldn't see the person, but a dim flashlight came on in front of me.
"Oh god, you've scraped your knee. Come with me, I think I have a bunch of bandages somewhere."
I nodded, standing up slowly and following the flashlight. It didn't take long for us to reach the person's tent, and he made the flashlight brighter. I could see another boy inside the tent.
"Here, lemme find a bandaid."
While the guy rummaged around in his bag, I decided to ask him some questions. "So, wait, who are you?"
"Lee Byounggon and this is Kim Seunghun. Who are you?"
"Kim Yonghee. Why are you guys in the same tent?"
They didn't answer my question, which I found a bit odd. Either way, Byounggon had eventually pulled out a bandaid. "I don't have any ointment or anything, so let's hope that's okay."
"Thanks," I muttered, taking the bandaid and placing it over my scar. "I need to get back to my cabin, but I might trip again."
"You can use my flashlight," Seunghun offered, pulling his own flashlight out of his bag. "I'll hunt it down from you tomorrow."
"Yeah, thanks again." I moved back outside the tent, waving awkwardly. "I'll see you around, I guess."
I was halfway back to the cabin before I remembered Seunghun's flashlight in my hand, which I had forgotten to turn on.
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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (𝟭-𝟲). ❥ cix.
FanficHOW TO MAKE FRIENDS (full series!) Where five completely different boys from five different backgrounds meet at a summer camp. Let's just say that a lot of stuff happens. Five separate accounts of the same story, but it all comes down in the end. Wa...
