𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (𝟭-𝟲). ❥ cix.

5.05 ;; visitors day

Two weeks into camp, visitors day arrived. Seunghun looked off into the area for a long time, probably somewhere around an hour, clearly looking for his parents.

"They're not coming," he determined, sadness in his voice. "They always come."

I didn't know what to say, so I just sat down on one of the logs. Seunghun sat beside me, in silence and in brief conversation, but the silence between us didn't feel stiff or awkward.

The moment was broken when a boy came up to us. I didn't know his name, but Seunghun clearly didn't like him.

"Mr. Lee wants to see you at the start of the woods trail," he sneered to Seunghun. "Or should I say Seojun? That's what you call him, right?"

There was clearly something I was missing here, based off the way he stood up. "No, I just call him Mr. Lee."

"So he's into that?"

"Soobin, you have the story completely wrong. We're not like that."

Soobin, as I now knew, scoffed. "Then what?" he asked, crossing his arms.

Seunghun didn't answer him, hands clenched by his sides. There was something he wasn't saying, obviously, for whatever reason, but Seojun had clearly done something to him that made him hate him. Between the creepy looks that Seojun gave Seunghun and Seunghun's constant discomfort around him, I could definitely sense that it was as bad as it could be.

Soobin scoffed again. "Nothing to say?"

"I guess not." Seunghun began heading towards the trail, turning back to look at me. His expression said that he would explain later.

I turned to Soobin. "Soobin."

"Byounggon!" Soobin replied, a little too happy now that Seunghun was gone. He dropped into his empty spot on the log. "So... I've heard that you and Seunghun are a thing."

I didn't know where he learned my name from, nor where he heard that Seunghun and I were a thing. We might have been close, yes, but much to my dismay, we were nowhere near a "thing".

"Not exactly."

"Okay, sure." He dropped his eyes. "I hope you know that he's in love with Seojun."

"Ridiculous," I answered. That was literally the last thing I would assume based on how Seunghun acted around Seojun.

Soobin frowned. "That doesn't... bother you?"

"It's unrealistic," I answered. Did he even have eyes?

"What if it was completely real?"

That what-if was illogical. "If anything, Seojun's been leering at Seunghun the entire time we've been here."

"Okay. I see what this is." Soobin grabbed my hands and placed them in his lap. "You're jealous because hes's your boyfriend."

"I'm not jealous," I said, shaking my head. I pulled my hands back. "I'm looking at this from a legal standpoint."

"He's been called out to the woods," Soobin points out

"And you didn't think that was weird?" I questioned. "Think about it; this 27 year old man calls a random teenager out into the woods and has been staring at him for the past two weeks like a predator. You didn't question it? You didn't think?"

"Seunghun's too perfect to be raped. Too plastic."

Well. That was certainly a statement. "I'm sorry?"

Soobin shook his head. "Unimportant. But―"

"No, that is important." I rubbed my temples. "That's not how being a victim of sexual assault works."

"He probably isn't even one," Soobin responds. "Still, your little boyfriend is off with another dude. Aren't you jealous?"

"Of a 27 year old?" I didn't bother correcting him on the boyfriend thing anymore.

"Aren't you?" Soobin grabbed my hands again, placing them on his waist. When I tried to pull back, he held them there, fingers wrapped around my wrists. "Come on, Byounggon. Your little boy toy doesn't want you anymore."

Soobin lifted his shirt. My hands burned on his skin, but he was gripping so tightly that I couldn't move. "What?" I asked. "Soobin, I don't want to... whatever."

"Someone like you should be taking what they can get. Since you want to talk about victims so bad, just go ahead and make me one." Soobin leaned in closer to me. "Go on, Byounggon." I could feel his breath on my lips. "Rape me."

I pulled my hands back sharper, finally twisting out of Soobin's grip. "What the fuck?" I spat at him, standing up quickly. Soobin's face wasn't something easy to read. "What the hell?"

"What?" Soobin pouted. "I thought you were gay, Lee Byounggon."

"And I though you wouldn't say anything you just did," I responded, turning back towards my tent. Before he could follow me, he was being called out for his visit.

I shut myself into my tent.