𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 (𝟭-𝟲). ❥ cix.

2.03 ;; protection squad

"Can you sleep with me?"

"Huh?" Byounggon looked up at me, eyes wide. It was only then when I realized what I said.

"Oh, no, not that. Can I stay in your tent? The cabins aren't exactly the nicest things."

I wouldn't like to use a tent because that was why Seojun was able to get to me last year, but my parents remembered hearing me complaining about the cabins years ago and decided that I would use a tent from then on. Mine wasn't large enough for two, however, and having someone with me would make it impossible for Seojun to get whatever malicious things he wanted. I was hoping that having Byounggon with me would stop that.

"Sure." Byounggon shrugged. "I'm hoping I have room."

"You better."

The least I could do for Byounggon was help him. We put up the tent, and he even happened to have an extra sleeping bag, which was interesting given that he was expecting to be alone. Maybe it was just in case.

Night came faster than I expected, and I spent the last few minutes before lights out just eyeing Seojun's tent from outside. I didn't know where he was, but at least I knew that I'd be safe through the nights. Or, hopefully, he lost all interest in me already. But based off of how he'd been looking at me the entire day, that wasn't likely.

"Seunghun."

I jumped, turning around to see Seojun. He had a large smirk on his face, way too confident for the moment. "Mr. Lee."

"Oh please, you don't need to be too formal." Seojun reached to pull me in by my waist, but I knew this move from last year and took a step back. "But if you are, I'd rather you use Sir."

I gritted my teeth, a habit I had only picked up last year. "Mr. Lee, I should be sleeping."

"I can't believe you've got a tentmate this year. You're making my life so much harder." Seojun tsked, placing his hands on his hips. "Well, I will let you sleep. After all, we both know what happens to naughty boys."

He winked at me as he walked by, and I felt just as disgusting as I had last year. I would love to tell Seojun to fuck himself, but he'd just use it as leverage against me to show how disrespectful I was.

Instead of indulging in him, I slipped into the tent, where Byounggon appeared to be asleep. I hoped that he didn't hear that conversation, and I hoped that he didn't hear me when I woke up in the middle of the night, a soft "stop" on my lips.