Opposites attract, they said. [SeKai]

Fifteen

"Psst."

Sehun sighed. As if it wasn't already enough that he was sleeping in a tent with five other snoring males, Jongin wouldn't stop twisting and turning beside him.

"What do you want, Jongin? I'm trying to get some sleep." Sehun hissed at the boy without turning over to look at him. Though it was virtually impossible to fall asleep when he was sandwiched between five other guys in a stuffy tent, who were still noisy even when asleep. That didn't mean he was going to stop trying, though. It had been an exhausting day. From the four-hour long bus trip to the one-hour walk to find a perfect clearing to set up camp, and then of course to the 'setting up camp' part. While the girls got to relax, chat and take selfies, the guys were stuck setting up twelve tents, and no one in the class even knew how to so it just took that much longer to figure it all out first. By the time they were done, it was already night time and everyone was exhausted. Since it was still too early to go to sleep but too late to actually do anything, they set up a fire and sat around it in a circle, everyone talking to their friends and making s'mores. When it was 10pm, the teachers forced all the students to go to sleep and now here they were.

"I can't sleep." Sehun could almost hear the pout in his voice.

"Aren't you the one who once slept in a subway during rush hour?" Sehun whispered back with a scoff, "I don't think you should be having any problems."

"I don't know. I just can't fall asleep. And I think Kris just farted."

"And what do you want me to do? Read you a bedtime story?" Sehun asked with a roll of his eyes. The air did smell a little funny though.

"You're the biology student. Maybe you can think of something to make me fall asleep."

"Just shut your eyes, and your mouth."

"Thanks for the help, fucker."

A few minutes later, with Jongin's non-stop twisting and turning, the brunette sat up.

"Where are you going?" Sehun asked.

"I'm gonna go take a walk. I can't take Kris' farts any more."

Sehun frowned at the elder and watched him leave the tent. Not long after, he felt a tingling sensation on his arm. Looking down, he gasped when he saw a cockroach leisurely taking a stroll on his fair skin.

Why the fuck did I agree to this shit?

He swatted the insect off and decided to leave the tent, not really welcome to the idea of sleeping anymore when clearly there were bugs around. Baekhyun was right, after all. Said boy was fast asleep next to him, mouth wide open with a trail of drool lying gracefully from the corner of his lips. With a sigh, he walked out of the tent and shivered slightly when the cold air hit him. There was no one around in sight. He decided to go look for Jongin, but remembered Mr. Jung telling them not to go out into the woods at night and to only go in groups. Jongin was no where in sight so that could only mean one thing.

He went into the fucking woods.

After fifteen minutes of searching, he couldn't find the elder boy anywhere. He tried his best not to get too far from the camp site as he didn't want to get lost. Slightly worried, he decided to go back to the camp to see if Jongin had returned. But when he got back and looked into the tent, Jongin was still no where to be seen. Sehun wouldn't be surprised if he got himself lost somewhere. He wondered if he should go look for the brunette again, but decided on staying put for a while instead and if Jongin didn't return, he'd go search for him again.

Twenty minutes passed. Still no sign of Jongin. The blonde was starting to get a little worried that something had happened to him. Trying not to make too much noise, Sehun lit up the rest of the firewood left from the campfire so if he got lost in the woods, he could at least see the smoke and find his way back. Or at least Jongin could. Grabbing a flashlight from the tent, he went back into the woods to search for the elder boy, cursing him continuously in his head. He made sure every now and again that he could still see the smoke as he traversed between the trees, twigs snapping underneath his feet with almost every step.