The Cabin

4 - Class Trip

"Seonghwa?" Yunho asked quickly, not sure he'd heard correctly. "As in, Seonghwa who left on business terms two years ago?" Yunho still had unbrushed hair, and his clothes from the night before were still on. San nodded eagerly.

Mingi jumped up. "You know what this means, right?" He told them. Everyone nodded, and started to think about what they'd pack.

"PARTY!" They all shouted and rushed for their bags.

Hongjoong stepped inside his shared apartment with the boys. "Guys, I just had the most amazing night. I- Wooyoung, what the fuck are you wearing?"

Wooyoung was standing like a child lost in a store with a ridiculous straw hat on, neon pink sunglasses from an arcade, a Hawaiian shirt with jean shorts, flip-flops, holding his suitcase. "We're going to the camp, aren't we?"

Hongjoong raised his eyebrow. "No?"

Wooyoung pouted. "But Seonghwa Hyung is back!" He told the older man. Hongjoong's face went from a face of confusion to one of shock and excitement. "You didn't know?"

"Oh, my God, we're having a party tonight, aren't we?" Hongjoong asked. Wooyoung nodded. "Anyways, I hate to put a pause to whatever you guys are doing, but I had the most amazing idea this morning," he said.

Everyone gathered around the living room, watching as Hongjoong explained what happened. "So I was at a get-together last night, and after I knocked someone out, this really cool girl started talking to me. Her name's L/N Y/N, and she's like us."

Yeosang threw his suitcase on the floor. "So you mean to tell me we made this big ass scene to make sure she didn't see my eyes yesterday, and she's been like us this whole fucking time?" Everyone who was there that day tried so hard to not laugh. Well, everyone unless your name is Jung Wooyoung.

Hongjoong pointed his finger at him, "We'll need to talk about that later, but I'm thinking we make her part of the pack. We had a long conversation last night, and she told me that she both lives alone, and she's pretty are all of her friends are humans. That fucking means we just found a lone wolf, holy shit, and it's an awesome lone wolf, at that."

Yunho stepped in. He stood up, easily towering over Hongjoong. "We barely know her. Why should we let her in the pack?" He asked.

Hongjoong raised his finger in an a-tut-tut manner. "That's why we should invite her to the party tonight. So we can get to know her."

"A class trip?" You asked over the phone while San called you. He hated to deceive you like this, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that Hongjoong was wrong in his assumptions. "Sure, when is it?"

"We're leaving at 5:00, we'll pick you up," He responded. "I know that it's already 3:00, but-"

"I'll be ready."

You hung up without another word, and got to packing. A weekend with your new friends and some of your old friends? Sounds like the change you yearned for.

San honked the horn of Hongjoong's rented van with so much force he almost set off the airbags. "Y/N, darling, we've come to suck your blood and fuck your dog!" He shouted through the car window, gaining the attention of some bystanders.

"I'm kidding, sheesh. I bet you've kissed your cousin with tongue, old bitch," he cursed at the woman covering her child's ears. She walked off with her child in front of her.

Hongjoong checked his phone. "Seonghwa's excited to meet her, he said he's never met a lone wolf before."

Jongho was in the van with them, in the front seat next to Hongjoong. "I didn't think San could smell other wolves, but here we are!" He laughed at his 'stupidity'.

San still couldn't shake the feeling that they were incredibly wrong, and that this was a mistake. However, he wouldn't dare give up the chance for a weekend away with Y/N. He fixed his New Jersey print tee and waited for you to leave your apartment building in a hoodie and sweatpants. Boy, was he wrong.

You exited the building with a backpack in hand, full of your items, wearing a white tee with navy blue shorts that came down to just about your upper thigh. You had black socks on and white vans to contrast it, and a navy blue jacket in hand. San couldn't help but blush at how beautiful you looked in what was most likely your most casually dressed up outfit.

You knocked on the window, and San opened the door in response. "Hello, m'lady," he stated very forwardly, not being one for shyness. Despite only knowing San for a week and a half, you trusted him. Holy shit. You've only known him for a week and a half. The only person you've known longer than a month here was Yeosang, and even then you didn't talk to him much. And Hongjoong is there? They knew each other? Holy shit, what are you doing?!

"Wait," you said, going through your options. You quickly chose, even though you didn't want to. "There's only seven seats. And there's eight people."

What's the worst that could happen, you get murdered? Student loans would get you before they ever could.

"Oh, you're right," San looked around. He hadn't thought this through. "Wooyoung, sit on Mingi's lap."

"Hell no!" He shouted. He pointed a finger at you. "Y/N, pick someone that isn't in the front seat. San's got the comfiest ones." Wooyoung threw everyone else under the bus, while rolling himself into a hill that would later roll him into a ditch.

You put a finger to your bottom lip. "I guess San, then. But what are you talking about?"

Without any further time wasted, you were thrown onto poor San's lap. "Buckle up before we hit the bumps!" Wooyoung cheekily smiled, buckling himself in.

He also whispered a "you're welcome, stay troopin', Junior" in the direction of San and his lap.

Yeosang just so happened to be the only one not laughing.