Summary: Chanyeol's a gangster and Baekhyun sucks at ignoring him.
- - - - - - - - - -
Chanyeol arrives at the camp site to find that most of the others had already arrived and were setting up their tents. He sees Baekhyun with Junmyeon and figures that that his ex-boyfriend's probably sleeping with his ex-boyfriend and— maybe if Jinah's there— his ex-girlfriend, too.
Fucking hell.
Kicking his motorcycle stand down, Chanyeol walks over to Sehun and tosses his backpack on the ground. "Do you need help with the tent?"
He just needs a fucking distraction. Without even looking, he can tell that Baekhyun's looking over in his direction.
"I think I can do it by myself." Sehun's confident he can build the tent, even if it's taking a while. "Maybe you can go help Jongin with fishing! Taemin couldn't make it, so he's being bummy by the river!"
Scoffing, Chanyeol looks up and--sure enough--Jongin's sitting by the water bank... fishing.
"Fine."
Walking over, Chanyeol joins Jongin by the river, pulling out a half-used pack of cigarettes from his back pocket.
When Jongin sees the cancer pack, he gasps and stands up. Swiping the pack away, he holds it safely in his hand. "Baekhyun's going to get mad!"
"Hand it over."
"Your lungs, bro!" Shaking his head, Jongin hands over the pack. "You stress and you smoke? You die!"
"I'll worry about that when I'm dead."
"But you'd be dead!"
"And?" Chanyeol puts a single stick in his mouth and lights it up. "Catch anything yet?"
"No. But it's okay. Minseok said he was bringing his chef! His RV should be here soon!"
"So we're all sleeping in damn tents except him."
"Yeah-- Hey, do you have a tent buddy yet? Uh, I'm kind of alone!" Jongin looks off into the distance. "Taemin says he couldn't get out of work."
"Sorry. I'm already sharing with Sehun."
"But—"
"Hey!" Rushing over, Baekhyun's quick to pull the cigarette out of Chanyeol's mouth. "You can't smoke here! You'll make a forest fire— and I don't want to kiss you if you smoke or make forest fires!"
Chanyeol takes back the stick. "Good." He puts it back in his mouth. "Go mind your own business."
Coughing awkwardly, Jongin tries to make light of the situation. "Hey, Baekhyun! Do you wanna be my tent buddy? I'm—"
"No, not good! How are you going to win me back if you make yourself, like, not kissable?" Baekhyun turns to Jongin. "Sorry, Nini. I'm already with—"
"I wasn't planning on getting anything back."
Except his job.
But Chanyeol doesn't say that part.
Baekhyun presses his lips together. "Really."
"Really."
Jongin coughs again. "Damn, maybe I should ask Sehun or something—" Putting his fishing rod on the ground, he points over to Sehun even though the other two aren't paying much attention to him. "Uh, I'll be right back!"
