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3rd Person POV
Minghao adjusted the strap of his bag as he stood with the rest of the group at the start of the tramping path, looking around. He stood close to Mingyu, who was playing around with Wonwoo's raven black hair who fiddled with his nails.
"Alright boys, ya'll ready for this?!" Asked one of the camp instructors, "We'll be walking all day you got everything you need?" he was answered with a series of different forms of, 'Yes, yep, yeah, and uh huh.' except for one small, hushed "Nope." coming from the young Chinese boy's mouth.
"Small reminder that there is no turning back so if you get tired we're all stopping with you, that way we can get used to and learn about everyone's strengths and weaknesses. The time we get back will depend on how many stops we make, nobody's going to run ahead because that's not the point of teamwork."
The group set off, Minghao trailing not very far away from Mingyu and Wonwoo, the two he trusted the most. Looking around anxiously to see if he could see Junhui anywhere. To his relief, he was nowhere to be seen, not that he could be weird in front of all these people.
Minghao was sure to bring his camera with him, carrying it around in his bag. He was sure he'd catch some pretty views up on the mountain. He was going to be sure not to catch Junhui in any of the other pictures, because if that happens he's probably going to get annoyed enough to slap him.
He looked around, the forest around them was beautiful, lush greens mixed in with all sorts of colours. Out of habit, he pulled out his camera and snapped a shot. He checked it.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
No Junhui in sight. Minghao smiled triumphantly. He was going to be able to develop the photo later to hang on his wall once he got back home. He looked up, realising that as he was taking the photo, everyone had kept walking but they weren't very far ahead. He tensed up, not seeing his stalker anywhere in the crowd.
Minghao gasped, feeling butterfly kisses running down his exposed neck, almost making him drop his camera. "Hello there," Came a familiar voice, one that he'd grown to fear. Fingers that felt they were barely there drifted all over his body, running along his chest and lingering over his hips. "Juhui!" He whisper-shouted, not wanting to catch any unwanted attention, "S-Stop it!" He tried wriggling out, but the older boy held on. "No thanks." He said smugly, making Minghao want to turn around and slap the shit out of the cocky bastard.
"I-If you don't, I'll...." He drifted off, what could he do? Beat him over the head with a camera? Try stomp on his feet? Scream and have him come up with some excuse as to why they were so far behind? "Yes, what will you do?" The taller asked, his hand moving upwards and brushing against one of his nipples. "Do you want them to see you like this?" His other hand slid down, his palm drifting over Minghao's member, "Do you want them to see you become so weak because of me?" Minghao wanted to fight back, but any rational thought was lost once Junhui slipped his hand into his underwear. "J-Junhui...." He whimpered, much to the older's amusement. "What is it?" He asked, palming his member.
