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"Don't make any noise", Jungkook said as you walked back to the fireside, hand in hand. "I think everyone went to bed."
And it seemed so, because once you reached the fire, only embers greeted you. You held onto Jungkook's hand, as you looked around.
There was a light on in Aera and Eunwoo's tent, and it took a moment for your brain to register the shadows on the canvas of the tent.
"Oh my God", you let out.
Jungkook looked at you over his shoulder, and his eyes trailed to what you were looking out.
There was the distinct sound of moaning, and you exchanged a look, before bursting out laughing.
"Oh my God", he echoed as he laughed. "They have no shame."
"Don't speak so loud", you told him. "We don't want to make them uncomfortable."
He shrugged, before pulling you towards your own tent. "They are so into each other."
"They are", you agreed.
You stopped in front of your tent. Jungkook stood in front of you, head tilted so he could kiss your forehead. He had been doing that a lot, now. And it was so sweet, so warm, that you wrapped your arms around him to hug him tight to your chest. He chuckled, and the sound reverberated through his chest.
"Do you want to share a tent?" you asked then.
Because you didn't want to let him go yet. Didn't want to part ways for the night, when God knew there was a high chance you'd part ways at the end of this trip.
Or maybe you were just getting tired, and your fears held a stronger grip on you when you were.
"I snore."
You snorted, glancing at his tent two meters away from yours. "I'm pretty sure we've put our tents close enough for me to hear you snoring over there."
He glanced at his tent too, before letting out a small laugh. "Fair enough. Let me just grab my stuff."
You let him go so he could do just that, watching him unzip his tent. He grabbed his duffel bag and his sleeping bag, before moving towards you.
"You didn't bring a pillow?" you asked.
You didn't remember bringing one into his tent earlier.
"I forgot", he admitted. "It's fine, I'll steal yours."
You glared at him, fists on your hips. "Try me."
He pecked your lips, and your heart did a somersault in your chest.
"You can use my chest as a pillow."
He unzipped the tent flap as you just stood there, not really knowing what to say. You were free falling – it was an exhilarating feeling, and you now understood why people liked skydiving.
