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- Risky Camping -

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Wooyoung couldn't stop smiling, his fingers tapping rapidly against his phone as he sent out yet another message to the group chat. His excitement was practically vibrating off the screen, each text filled with exclamation marks and playful reminders about the upcoming camping trip. He had been planning it with Yeosang for weeks, envisioning every moment down to the crackle of the bonfire and the peaceful lull of the stars overhead. The idea of escaping into the wilderness with his friends—no distractions, no work, just nature and each other—was all he could think about. He imagined long hikes through towering trees, late-night laughter around the fire, and waking up to the scent of pine and the sound of birds chirping.

He grinned, scrolling through the list of names in the chat: Hongjoong, Yunho, Seonghwa, San, Mingi, and Jongho. His heart swelled at the thought of sharing this experience with all of them. They were his family, the people he loved most, and this weekend was going to be perfect. The texts kept flying as he worked to rally the group, eager to pull everyone away from their routines and into the fresh air.

But amid the flurry of replies, two names stood out. Mingi and Jongho weren't their usual enthusiastic selves. While everyone else responded with exclamations of excitement or emojis that conveyed their anticipation, Mingi and Jongho exchanged quieter reactions. They didn't flat-out decline the invitation, but there was a hesitance in their responses that Wooyoung couldn't quite place.

What Wooyoung didn't see was the quick glance Mingi shot at Jongho when the camping trip had first been brought up in the chat. A silent understanding passed between them, a look that held more than words could convey. They had been looking forward to a different kind of weekend, one they had kept to themselves. It was rare for them to find time alone together, away from the busy schedules and the watchful eyes of their friends, who still had no idea about their relationship. This weekend had been their chance—just the two of them, no interruptions, no obligations.

Jongho stared at his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen, unread messages stacking up in the group chat. Wooyoung's endless stream of emojis—tents, campfires, trees—blinked back at him, and he felt his lips press into a thin line. He didn't even need to look over to sense the quiet frustration radiating from Mingi, who was sprawled beside him on the couch, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. The air between them felt heavy, a silent understanding hanging there. The camping trip had sounded fun in theory, but now, the thought of sacrificing their rare, hard-earned privacy gnawed at him.

Mingi let out another sigh, more audible this time, his eyes locked on the messages. Wooyoung's relentless enthusiasm filled the screen, and the emojis seemed to taunt him. "We could've just stayed in," he muttered, tossing his phone onto the coffee table with a bit more force than necessary. He flopped back onto Jongho's couch, sinking into the cushions as if trying to disappear into them.

Jongho shifted beside him, stretching his legs out until they tangled with Mingi's. The familiar warmth of Mingi's body pressed against his own, grounding him for a moment. "I know," Jongho said, his voice soft, almost resigned. He draped an arm across Mingi's chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath. "I was really looking forward to just... being here. But you know how Wooyoung is—he'll keep texting, calling, showing up if we don't say yes. It's like he has a sixth sense for when we're about to say no."

Mingi groaned, tipping his head back against the couch cushion, already imagining the onslaught of pleading texts that would follow if they tried to back out. "He'll probably show up at the door, dragging us out of the house," he muttered, picturing Wooyoung's mischievous grin, his determined persistence impossible to escape.