Forget Me Not

Chapter Thirteen

The woods, Yoongi notes, are much thicker than what he remembered them to be. Trees brushing against him, leaves tickling his cheek. He felt itchy, scratchy all over. Like a thousand little spiders were crawling up his spine, nesting in his hair, laying eggs in his ear. They'd only been walking for twenty minutes now, just trying to find a clearing to set up camp in, but Yoongi wasn't sure if he could make it much longer without puking. Nature, he suddenly decided, was his least favorite.

    Nyla though, who trailed behind him happily, swatting at trees, trying to jump to Sammy who slept calmly in Jimin's hold, seemed rather unbothered. Hey, he thought down at her, what I'd kill to be you. He wasn't her though, he never would be. Instead, he was an anxious guy, holding the hand of a cute guy, his friends sandwiching them in between their tired little train of teens. He and Namjoon had studied the map by heart, and the nearest clearing wasn't for at least another half a mile. Yet the drowsiness was spreading quickly,- their legs going numb, cold wind nipping at them. Yoongi had already given up his flannel to a shivering Taehyung.

    "Kook." The latter muttered, a few steps behind Yoongi, Jungkook walking next to him, "I don't feel good." he said. Jungkook exhaled slowly, but didn't flip. Tae always got sick to his stomach, nauseous, when he was tired.

    "Just a little longer, okay? Or do you need me to carry you until we get there?" Jungkook, so young, but already a gentleman.

    "No. Just,- icky." the other responded, and Yoongi looked over to Jimin, the boy blinking tiredly as well. His lips in a pout. "Want,-" Taehyung cut himself off with a yawn, ",-tummy rubs. When we sleep."

    Yoongi would rather jump off a bridge than deal with their fucking pinning this entire damn trip. He sighed, looking ahead of him again. Hoseok and Jin in front, Joon in the back. He looked up then, eyes of god knows what was staring them down. Warding their tents before they slept might be a necessity.

    "Yoonie," the boy next to him hummed, leaning into his shoulder. "How much longer? I'm getting cold. Prettying myself up wasn't the best choice,-...and I don't like the dark..."   

    Looking over, not for the first time, he noticed Jimin's soft makeup. Rosy cheeks, eyeshadow coated eyes. His cute sweater clumping together at the swell of his ass. Yoongi had almost drawn blood when he bit his lip at the sight of Jimin's legs all on display like that. "A few minutes." He squeezed his hand gently, keeping his voice as quiet as he could so the others couldn't hear, "We can cuddle with the kittens once I get some tents set up."

    "But it's cold now," he sighed, now dragging his feet a bit as he walked. "My legs are cold,- give me pants or warmth."

    "How?" Yoongi asked, but dropped Jimin's and wrapped his arm around his waist instead. As Jimin went to answer, Yoongi bent over and grabbed a thick, rotting, piece of wood off the ground.  He stared it down for a second- the top half not damp, whilst the bottom half was too wet to catch fire. So with a sigh, he held in out in front of him. "Confringo." He ordered. The fire burst to life- making Namjoon fly backwards in fear, and Hoseok audibly squeaked, hugging into Jin in fear.

    "What the bloody hell, Yoongi!" Joon hissed from somewhere behind him, "You can't randomly cast shit like that!"

    "Don't be mean," Jimin glared over his shoulder. "I'm cold,- this is less cold."

    "Everyone is cold, Jimin," Jungkook glared back. Despite Taehyung saying he didn't need to be carried, he was koalaed around Jungkook's middle anyways. "Yoongi, you've got to put that out, you'll pull attention to us."

    "It's barely more light than Jin's wand." He pointed to where the eldest held a light, "Jimin, go warm Tae up too." He asked, letting Jimin go so that he could fall back. Another gust of wind blew, making the hairs on his arm stand up.