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"are you sure, that you don't have feelings for yunho?" keeho asked, obviously knowing her answer but doubting it.

"certainly! why's it even that concerning to you?" ellie sighed, peeking outside of the tent every now and then.

grace put a hand on her shoulder, "listen, we've known you for a very long time to know how you act around some certain people. yunho most certainly has you acting like a whole different human being."

"pfft, that's probably just you," she excused, "i think they're setting up a barbecue or something, let's head out, shall we?"

~ after eating seonghwas infamous barbecue, most of them took a break, then sleeping right after.

ellie twisted and turned in her position, unable to fall asleep. she let out a sigh of frustration, seeing her friends sleep so soundly and peacefully just next to her.

her mind kept her awake.

yunho
yunho
yunho
yunho
yunho
yu-

"fuck it," she muttered, standing up, slipping into her slippers and walked out of the tent, seeing seonghwa sitting by a new bonfire he'd set up and downing a bottle of soju.

"hwa?" she called, "you're still awake?"

"oh, yeah," he smiled, grabbing another soju bottle to open, "surprised to see you still awake too, angel."

ellie gushed, going to sit down next to him. "what're you doing awake at this ungodly hour?"

"could say the same for you," seonghwa laughed, "i'm just not that tired yet. even if i did drive you all the way here." he handed her a bottle, which she gladly took.

"oh okay," she nodded, opening the soju up herself and taking small sips, "my thoughts are keeping me up, can i tell you something that might sound unusual?"

"fire away, angel." he drank from his soju bottle, looking at her.

"i.. i just don't get it," ellie frowned, looking at seonghwa who sat attentively next to her, "if yunho would flirt with me, my heart would flutter, but if wooyoung did it, i'd go to prison."

she sighed, "it's like i want something from yunho!"

seonghwa laughed at her remark, taking another sip, "you call that a crush, angel. you don't want something from him. you want him."

"mm.. are you drunk? cause that ca~n't be it.." she slurred, looking at her not even half-empty soju bottle.

"barely, i feel sober." he replied.

"eh? then who lied to me about you having low alcohol tolerance! this is your second bottle!" she whined, "just a few sips of if already makes me feel tipsy.."

"forget the drink then and go to bed, angel. i don't want you to wake up with a brick head tomorrow, yeah?" seonghwa signaled, "i'm going to head into my tent. rest well."

at last, he placed a peck on her temple before guiding her to her tent, waiting until she got comfortable and went to his, killing the fire before doing so.

~ ellie woke up, hearing keeho blast music from his phone in her face to annoy her, causing her to shove his face away in annoyance as he taunted her.

"yoon keeho.." her morning voice croaked, pushing him in his squatting position.

"finally, you're up shortie! they're preparing breakfast and shit. you're the last one to wake up. everyone's out there and i think grace is about to rip the hair off of yunhos head." he laughed.

"reasoning?" she sat up and yawned, fixing her bed hair.

"she's still mad at him for getting you really drunk at the party and uhm, he's talking back." keeho snorted.

"oh, what time is it?" she asked, looking through the small window their tent had and saw that the sun was very much saying hello.

"half past nine, get up and come eat breakfast with us." he pulled her up by her arm, dragging her out of the tent after she'd put her slippers on.

ellie swore she saw grace throwing daggers at yunho through her eyes as she ate, yunho caring less about it.

"mama bear," ellie chuckled, "calm down, it's not like he took advantage of me while i was drunk."

"oh and you too now?!" grace complained.

"whatever," the younger girl turned to the male who cooked eggs and bacon neatly on the little gas stove someone had brought to the trip.

"hi, seonghwa!" she smiled, walking up to him and looking as he cooked. "smells good, how come you're always the one cooking?"

"hi angel," seonghwa laughed, "please, the guys only eat. they don't cook, aside from yunho and wooyoung on some occasions. jongho helps out with the cutting if we need it but they're all too half-assed to even cook a meal properly."

"understood." ellie looked back at yunho, "i'll go speak to big bear over there, talk to you later, seonghwa!"

the male only returned a smile and went back to his duty as ellie skipped happily to sit on the log yunho sat on.

"hi, yun!" she cheered merrily, sitting beside him, "noticed the little beef you have going on with my nonbiological mother."

"pfft," was all he could let out.

"that's how the best friendships happen, no? how else would you have gotten so close to mingi?" she giggled.

"okay, fine. but i still blame him for hitting me in the face 5 times with the damn basketball. he's tall but can't play basketball for shit." yunho groaned.

mingi complained from the folding chair opposite from him and next to san, causing for all of them to laugh.

"i've noticed," yunho said, holding a box of strawberries in his hand, "you've been very close to seonghwa lately."

"jealous?" ellie cocked her eyebrow, taking one strawberry and biting it off until the stem, suppressing a laugh at his reaction.

"am i supposed to be?" he mocked her.

"you seem like it, what am i supposed to say?" she questioned, "i'm single and still as virgin as ever."

"you're acting like i was about to ask if you two had an affair." he rolled his eyes.

"why is it so important to you, yun?" she asked.

"i didn't think you two would click well together, you know?" yunho excused, his eyes getting slightly smaller as he spoke.

~ mingi leaned over to san, "he's lying."

"i know he is, but honestly it doesn't look like it, how can you even tell?" san asked.

"his eyes have gone smaller, it's a thing he does when he's lying, i guess." mingi smirked.

"let's continue this until they're finally dating." san whispered, bumping his fist with mingi.

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