"i swear to God the forest better be on fire," wenjun groans, shoving the younger off him, "or I'm going to set you on fire."
"what is it chengie gege ?" justin mutters groggily, lifting his pillow-creased face from his pillow.
chengcheng lunges for him, tripping on his own blanket, still wrapped around his frame. " I can't sleep because you told me there were windigos in these woods and now everything sounds creepy and I'm scared we're all going to get dragged off into the forest and either eaten or tortured or-"
"oh fuck this," wenjun grunts, wiggling out of the tent, "huang minghao, you did this, fix it. i'm going to the other tent."
chengcheng watches the elder leave, watches him amble over to the tent he'd just abandoned and disappear inside. once he knows wenjun is safe, chengcheng zips up the tent quickly, worried that an open entrance will welcome the monsters.
he turns back to face the other, letting out a sigh. he finds justin is staring at him, drowsy and amused, and he feels his face warm. "what are you smiling at?" he mumbles, picking at the corner of his blanket.
justin only smiles harder, shaking his head, then he tugs chengcheng to the space next to him, the elder more or less willing. "you know windigos are a North American myth, right, ge?" he asks, tucking chengcheng his chest.
chengcheng wraps his arm around the other's waist and buries his nose into warm, subtle cologne-scented skin. "are you saying there aren't any Chinese windigos?"
