“Dae.”

Daehyun sighs, leaning against the window again and trying to close his eyes. He’s so tired, and maybe if he just ignores the voice it will go away. Besides, it can’t be anything important, can it, because this is Youngjae that’s poking him, Youngjae that’s calling to him in such an annoying way. He knows it, because the younger male has been nothing but irritating the whole trip, and it was his idea to go on this vacation.

A very “ty” vacation Daehyun must add, because who can honestly think that camping out in the forest for a few days is fun? He wonders how Youngjae ever convinced Himchan to come along, because the sub-vocalist doesn’t strike Daehyun as someone who would be down with mud and bugs, neither does Jongup but that kid got away in time.

“Dae.” Youngjae’s voice is louder this time, more urgent and Daehyun finally cracks his eyes open, removing his head from the window of the car and glaring at Youngjae. The other boy has a grin on his face, one that infuriates Daehyun, because how can he be so happy when they’ve been sitting in this stuffy car all day? And lately there’s something about Youngjae that just plain annoys the lead vocalist, though he’s not quite sure what it is. He glances to Zelo sitting in the front seat of the car, his eyes focused blearily on the road, before he turns back to Youngjae.

“Why did you wake me if we’re not there yet?” Daehyun asks irritably, but that smug smile still stays on Youngjae’s face. He wishes it would just disappear, just for an hour, and that the other man would leave him along so he could go back to sleep.

“Because I’m bored,” Youngjae tells him, looking to the lead vocalist expectantly and Daehyun snorts, turning back to the window and resting his head on it again.

“Entertain yourself,” Daehyun snaps before closing his eyes again and letting out a sigh. He just wants to sleep, because after all, they had to wake up at some ungodly hour to even be at their destination before nightfall. And there’s no way Daehyun’s setting up tents in the dark. Silence fills the car for a moment, and Daehyun lets a smile spread over his face, thinking he’ll be able to sleep for a while now.

“How?” Youngjae asks, and when Daehyun opens his eyes, the other man is in his face, a huge grin still there, and it’s starting to drive Daehyun insane.

“You think of something!” Daehyun hisses, but this time he doesn’t even try to go back to sleep, because he knows it will be pointless. Youngjae’s been waking him up every half hour, and he doesn’t think the other male is going to stop anytime soon.

“No need to get huffy,” Youngjae says sulkily, thankfully moving back to his own seat and crossing his arms. Daehyun still doesn’t like the way the other man keeps glancing at him, but at least he’s not in Daehyun’s face anymore and being annoying.

“How long till we get there?” Youngjae whines, leaning over to bug Zelo in the front seat instead. Daehyun wonders why Youngjae didn’t just sit up front with the rapper, in fact he’s wishing he had, because maybe then he would be asleep by now.

“Not long,” Zelo yawns, making Daehyun look to him in alarm, because he doesn’t want anyone falling asleep while they’re driving and causing an accident. But when he glances at his watch he realizes it’s ten minutes past the time Himchan told them they’d be here by, so he guesses they’re pretty close now anyway. Besides, the only car in front of them is Himchan’s and Yongguk’s so there’s not much of a risk of crashing into another car.

Daehyun watches as Youngjae settles back down in his seat and flashes him a grin, but why, Daehyun can’t understand. Why is he so ing happy about this trip? That’s what Daehyun would like to know. Because they haven’t even got there yet, and already the lead vocalist knows that it’s going to be hell. He forgot to charge his i-pod, so now it’s sitting uselessly in his pocket, and that already puts him in a bad mood. That’s why he had to listen to Youngjae’s whining for the whole trip, instead of just stuffing some ear phones in and zoning out.

“It’ll be fun, hey Dae?” Youngjae asks him and receives a glare in an instant.

“Don’t call me that,” Daehyun says shortly, thinking that Youngjae’s doing this all on purpose, just to make him annoyed. Who knows why? Maybe Youngjae’s bored as well?

“We’re here,” Zelo announces sleepily, and Daehyun leans over to look out the windscreen, seeing the car in front of them turning into a smaller road surrounded by trees. Daehyun watches cautiously, wondering just how bad this place is going to be, but he’s pleasantly surprised when they emerge onto cement roads and see buildings in the distance. It looks as though there’s allocated camp sites, which makes Daehyun feel a whole lot better, because he had thought it would be some crappy little clearing in the bush.

“They have showers!” Zelo announces happily, sounding a whole lot less tired now that he’s seen the building that obviously houses the showers, and Daehyun has to admit, it’s at least something good. Now they won’t stink by the time they get out of here.

“Oh, and toilets!” Zelo points out the window, a huge grin on his face, and Daehyun rolls his eyes.

“What, you thought we’d have to take a dump in the bush?” He asks, but Zelo falls silent in the front seat, and Daehyun decides not to pursue it further.

“I didn’t think it would be this nice,” Zelo mumbles as they pass by the many tents scattered around the green grass, and his face lights up further as he sees the pool just beyond them, a high fence around it.

“Do you think I could have convinced Himchan if it wasn’t?” Youngjae asks, leaning back against his seat with crossed arms, looking smug that his idea was a good one.

“Point taken,” Daehyun agrees, thinking that finally something Youngjae’s said today has made sense. He watches as Himchan and Yongguk get out of the car in front of them, stretching their legs, and Zelo pulls up beside them, turning off the engine.

Daehyun is the first out of the car, anxious to get away from Youngjae for a while, and to stretch his aching legs. He feels as though he could fall asleep right now, although his watch tells him it’s only three in the afternoon. Youngjae follows after, and much to his annoyance, stands right beside Daehyun, who sends him a glare when an arm is draped over his shoulder. Youngjae doesn’t get the hint though, and gives him a smile in return.

They wait around while Himchan and Yongguk go inside the main building to get their site numbers, and Zelo loiters around, amusing himself by kicking at a stone on the ground absentmindedly.

“I’m going to go swimming this afternoon,” Zelo announces happily, sitting down on the hot cement of the pathway. Daehyun looks at him, seeing the huge smile on his face, and thinks he looks very much like a child right now. He had thought Zelo would be the one most against this whole trip, but he seems happy enough now.

“We’ll come, won’t we Dae?” Youngjae asks cheerfully, pulling Daehyun close to him, making the other man tug his arm away quickly, as if he’s been poisoned.

“I don’t-”

“Great!” Youngjae exclaims cheerfully, and Daehyun falls silent, realizing he’s not going to win this battle. He doesn’t want to point out the fact that the majority of people staying here have children, and the pool will no doubt be filled with screaming little monsters, because he thinks that if he stays quiet now, they’ll be more disappointed later. And he feels mean for thinking it, but what the hell, Youngjae’s been annoying him the whole trip here.

Himchan and Yongguk emerge from the building moments later, maps in hand and they pile back into the cars. Daehyun does so reluctantly, but this time he takes the front seat next to Zelo, leaving Youngjae pouting in the back. And he can see the other man pouting, his arms crossed, when he looks in the rear-view mirror.

They eventually reach their site, and Daehyun is somewhat pleased to see it’s further away from everybody else, meaning no screaming kids running around like he saw a while back. They unpack their tents and things they bought – Daehyun knows there’ll be enough food, because Yongguk packed that for them. But when it comes to putting up the tent, Daehyun quickly becomes annoyed.

Youngjae is unpacking one, rolling it out onto the ground, and Daehyun can see Himchan and Yongguk working together to put their own tent up. He turns to Zelo, not wanting to share a tent with Youngjae, because he’s sure he won’t get any sleep that way, but the taller man clutches the small rolled up tent to his chest as Daehyun reaches for it.

“This is mine,” Zelo tells him, setting it down on the ground and unrolling it while Daehyun watches, his mouth wide open.

“You have to share!” Daehyun says, glancing at Youngjae quickly, who seems to be smirking, and it makes Daehyun even angrier. It’s as if the other man planned this, told Zelo to do this just to be able to annoy him tonight, and Daehyun sends him a glare before turning back to Zelo.

“I bought this one myself,” Zelo tells him smugly as he straightens up. “You can share with Youngjae.” He points to the older man with the tent near the tree, who gives him a cheerful wave. Daehyun shoots Zelo one last glare, and he swears he can see a smirk on his lips before he storms back over to Youngjae.

“Oh, you’re sharing with me Dae?” Youngjae asks almost innocently, blinking up at Daehyun as he kneels on the ground, sorting out the pegs.

“Yes,” Daehyun almost hisses and he swears he sees a grin on Youngjae’s face before it turns into a concentrated look. What is so funny? Do they like making him angry, annoying him?

Daehyun kneels down to help the other man, despite how annoyed he is right now, because Youngjae looks as though he needs help. He glances at Himchan and Yongguk’s already constructed tent and wishes he could sleep in theirs instead. They’re pulling out the food they’d bought for the trip now, and it’s then that Daehyun realizes how hungry he is. He hopes Yongguk will cook an early dinner soon, because all he’s had are a few mints in the car since lunch.

When Youngjae and Daehyun finish driving the last peg into the ground, Daehyun realizes just how small the thing is. He glances at the container it was in before, sees the “two person” tag on it and shakes his head. Two person? It looks more like one and a half.

“You guys said you’d come with me,” Zelo announces happily once their all set up, and Daehyun frowns.

“Where?”

“Swimming!” Zelo tells him, practically bouncing on his heels, and Youngjae grabs his arm, leading him over to their tent. He kneels down, and Daehyun watches cautiously as his head disappears in the door. He averts his gaze as he realizes that all he can see is Youngjae’s now, and those tight, tight jeans…

“Here.” Youngjae passes him his swimming shorts, and Daehyun catches them, and appalled look on his face.

“You went through my bag?” Daehyun splutters, gripping the clothes tightly in his hands, and Youngjae gives him an innocent look when he emerges from the tent.

“Yeah,” he tells Daehyun cheerfully as if this is the most normal thing in the world, but before Daehyun can protest, Youngjae is dragging him off over to Zelo. He has no choice but to follow them, but he supposes it’ll be alright as he sees Yongguk making something at the small foldout table they’d bought with them. Himchan doesn’t look like he’s being much help, sitting in one of the fold out chairs with a beer in hand from the cooler.

They get changed in the showers, and Daehyun is appalled to find that they don’t have any doors. There’s no cubicles, no shower curtains, just a line of showers, and he blushes furiously, slipping on his swimmers as fast as possible. He thinks he sees Youngjae glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, but by the time he turns, the other man isn’t even looking in his direction.

Zelo drapes one of the towels around his shoulders that he bought, looking positively excited as they make their way to the pool. Daehyun smirks when they open the gate to find it crowded with children, all running everywhere, but it doesn’t seem to affect either Youngjae or Zelo.

Zelo slips his shoes off, draping his towel over the fence, and Daehyun watches curiously as a little girl comes up to him and tugs on his hand.

“’scuse me,” she says squeakily, and Zelo smiles, kneeling down on the ground in front of her.

“What is it?” Zelo asks kindly, and Daehyun watches with growing interest moving closer so that he can hear properly.

“Where are your ies?” she asks inquisitively, pointing to Zelo’s chest, and Daehyun can’t help it, he bursts out into laughter. He hears Youngjae laughing uncontrollably beside him as Zelo turns a furious red and stands, turning his back to the little girl.

“Dude, she thought you were a woman!” Daehyun laughs, tapping Zelo on the shoulder, who quickly steps out of reach, his arms wrapped around his middle. He can hear Youngjae laughing beside him too, and when he tries to rest a hand on Zelo’s shoulder, the other moves out of his reach over to the fence. He sits down, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his shoulders again before pulling his knees up to his chest, frowning at the little girl who is with her mum, pointing at him.

“Oh come on Zelo,” Youngjae sighs, trying to pull Zelo up, but the other man doesn’t budge, just sits there frowning.

“It was just a joke,” Daehyun tells him, trying very hard to keep the laughter out of his voice, but failing miserably.

Zelo looks as though he’s about to cry, and Daehyun backs away from him, not knowing what to do. Crying people were never his strong point, and he never knows how to comfort them. Zelo sits there for a few more minutes, and Daehyun and Youngjae both enter the pool, cooling off after a long hot day. Daehyun sees the girl return moments later, pointing at Zelo with one of her friends, and Zelo shouts something at them before standing and storming out of the pool area.

Daehyun can’t help but laugh, seeing the little girl’s upset faces at being yelled at, and he can hear Youngjae doing the same beside him, obviously unable to help himself.

“Those poor kids,” Daehyun murmurs still laughing.

“Poor Jongup,” Youngjae says, and Daehyun turns to him, a questioning gaze.

“Huh?”

The look that Youngjae sends him tells Daehyun that he should know what he’s talking about, but the truth is, he doesn’t.

“You don’t know about Zelo and Jongup?” Youngjae asks incredulously, and Daehyun’s eyes widen.

“No, are they….”

“Yup.”

“How come I’ve never noticed?” Daehyun asks, more to himself than to Youngjae, but the other male answers anyway.

“Because you’re thick sometimes.”

“Am not ,” Daehyun argues.

“I know another thing you’re oblivious about,” Youngjae says slowly, but Daehyun blinks, wondering what he’s talking about.

“What?”

“You’ll have to find that out for yourself.”

They stay for hours, well until the sun’s gone down and the lights blink into life around the pool, and soon they find themselves alone, the children and their parents having gone back to their sites, no doubt for something to eat.

Daehyun watches his hands underneath the water, moving them around a bit as he sits on the steps of the pool, half in the water, and he watches Youngjae’s head break the surface of the water. He almost stares as the water drips down Youngjae’s cheeks, making his hair stick to his neck, and Daehyun doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything ier.

He sighs inwardly, realizing he’s just let one of “those” thoughts out again, one of the ones he likes to keep pushed to the back of his head. But he’s never seen Youngjae looking this good, this hot, and as much as he hates to admit it, he likes it. Okay, so Youngjae was annoying him to no end today, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s hot.

He watches as Youngjae stands in the shallow end of the pool, watches as the water drips down his chest slowly to the water below and has to glance away when Youngjae looks his way. That gaze is piercing, y, and Daehyun curses inwardly as he feels a certain body part of his agreeing with him.

His eyes widen as Youngjae moves over to sit next to him on the step, close enough so that their shoulders are touching, and Daehyun hopes he won’t notice anything going on beneath the water.

“You got a girlfriend yet?” Youngjae asks conversationally, almost making Daehyun jump at the sound of his voice.

‘No. You?” Daehyun throws the question back at him, feeling uncomfortable talking about such things with Youngjae.

“No.”

“Why do you ask?” Daehyun questions him, but Youngjae just shrugs, looking down at the water. Daehyun’s attention is drawn to the way the other man frowns lightly, the way he looks so adorable with his brow knitted in thought.

“We should go back-” Daehyun begins, no longer able to take sitting here with Youngjae any longer, because the other man is driving him crazy, even when he’s hardly doing anything . But he’s cut off as Youngjae’s lips meet his, almost too fast for him to process.

He sits there dumbly for a minute, letting Youngjae kiss him forcefully, and when the other’s tongue swipes across his lips, he opens them willingly, not really knowing what he’s doing. Why is he letting Youngjae do this, and more importantly, why is Youngjae even doing this in the first place. He lets out a groan into Youngjae’s mouth as the other’s tongue meets his, like he’s dreamed of happening all theses months, though he tries to put those to the back of his mind.

“Youngjae-” Daehyun breathes when they part for a moment, but he’s cut off again by a smirking Youngjae.

“I know you want it Dae,” Youngjae whispers, and Daehyun jumps as he feels a hand run over his crotch lightly underneath the water. He knows that his body is telling Youngjae he wants it, all too much, and it makes the other man smirk.

The lights around the pool cast eerie shadows on the water, and cause Youngjae’s bright hair to shine underneath them, making Daehyun’s breath catch in his throat as he looks at the other man. He wonders what he should do, if Youngjae is just playing with him, but he doesn’t have time to make a decision, because the other man’s lips are back on his, his tongue in Daehyun’s mouth again. The lewd things the younger man does with said tongue has Daehyun feeling weak and wobbly, and he’s sure that if he were standing, he wouldn’t be able to stand for long.

“Finally,” Youngjae groans against his lips as he pulls back, and Daehyun shivers slightly in the now cold water, the sun that had been warming it all day gone. Youngjae glances at the gate of the pool and the showers not far away, and Daehyun knows what he’s thinking about. The showers won’t give them any privacy, because there’s no separate cubicles.

Youngjae pulls him from the pool, gripping his arm tightly as if he’s afraid Daehyun’s going to run away from him, and Daehyun follows him obediently, knowing what he might get if everything goes well. He’s been dreaming of Youngjae writhing beneath him, calling out his name, and it only makes him more aroused to think about it.

He’s surprised as he’s pushed down on one of the wooden lounge chairs around the pool, and Youngjae hovers over him, a predatory look in his eyes. Daehyun is about to protest, to say that anyone could walk in on them right now, but then again, he doesn’t really care either, because he just wants to be able to finally Youngjae like he’s been wanting to.

The other man’s hand pushes down his wet pants, sliding them off over his hips before chucking them somewhere behind, and when Daehyun hears a loud splash, he assumes they’ve been chucked in the pool. He hisses in pleasure as Youngjae’s hand is finally on his , and his warm palm is a change from the cold water of the pool.

“You’re so hasty,” Youngjae laughs as Daehyun pushes his hips up, trying to get Youngjae to move his hand on his already hard , and he narrows his eyes, telling Youngjae silently to hurry up. He’s wanted this for too long, and he doesn’t want to have to wait any longer.

He groans, letting his head fall back against the wooden chair as he sees Youngjae’s head descending, sees that wet mouth engulf him, enclosing his length in tight heat. His hands fist at his sides as Youngjae moves his head up and down, lightly on the head of Daehyun’s before Daehyun raises his hands and fists them in Youngjae’s dark hair.

He watches his lidded eyes as Youngjae takes his into his mouth, his tongue pressing lightly, making Daehyun gasp in pleasure, trying hard to keep his moans in. Just the sight of Youngjae’s hair falling around his face as he takes Daehyun’s deeper is arousing, let alone the feeling. He pushes up into Youngjae’s mouth, wanting the other man to take him in deeper, but Youngjae’s hands rest on his bare hips, pushing him back down against the hard chair.

Youngjae is soon pulling away though, making Daehyun frown in disappointment, but when he sees Youngjae pulling off his own shorts, it quickly disappears,. He reaches out, wanting to just pin Youngjae beneath him now and him, but the other man pushes him back down with a strength Daehyun didn’t even know he had.

Youngjae smirks, before kissing Daehyun again, and their tongues tangle together, fighting for dominance. Daehyun gasps into his mouth though as he feels still wet fingers between his legs, and he pulls back, staring at the other man who has an amused expression on his face.

“I don’t think so,” Daehyun warns, wriggling away from Youngjae’s finger near his entrance.

“Why not? I thought you wanted it?” Youngjae asks innocently, his other hand moving up to Daehyun’s , it slowly.

“I don’t bottom,” Daehyun says defiantly, crossing his arms and trying to ignore the way the other man’s hand is running so skilfully up and down his , to ignore the pout that it on his face. But there’s no way he’s going to bottom. He’s never bottomed in his life, and he’s not going to start now, because who wants to deal with the pain? He’d rather let someone else take it, and besides, he always took Youngjae for a bottom anyway, though why, he’s not sure now, because the other male is looking at him with a commanding gaze.

“You do now,” Youngjae shoots back, before kissing Daehyun again, muffling his protests. He lets out a gasp into the other man’s mouth as he feels that finger drifting back down there again, and he grips the other’s arms, trying to switch their positions. There’s no way he’s bottoming, nu uh.

But Youngjae proves to be stronger than Daehyun thought, and his efforts go to waste as he feels that finger slowly slipping inside of him. He lets out a small whine of pain, a noise he never thought he’d hear coming from his own mouth. Youngjae pulls back from his mouth triumphantly, looking smug, and Daehyun still manages to glare at him through his pain.

“What’s wrong with bottoming?” Youngjae asks conversationally, before adding a second finger, making Daehyun wince in pain.

“I don’t want stuff shoved up my ,” Daehyun manages to pant out, trying to get used to the intrusion still. He sends Youngjae a glare, letting him know he’s not happy with the situation, but the other doesn’t look fazed.

“I promise it’ll feel good Dae,” Youngjae tells him with a small laugh, moving the fingers in and out of Daehyun slowly, and Daehyun is about to tell him not to call him that, not to make fun of him at a time like this, when Youngjae twists his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper, and Daehyun arches off the chair, unable to keep his moan quiet.

“See?” Youngjae tells him matter-of-factly, before he hits that spot again, tearing another moan from Daehyun’s throat and making him press back on those fingers. He hisses as another is added though, making it painful again, but it soon fades as Youngjae s them in an out, hitting that spot occasionally.

He closes his eyes, gripping the chair beneath him tightly, and when he feels something wet at his entrance as well as the fingers, he lets out a groan of pleasure, imagining Youngjae’s head between his legs. He raises his hands, and sure enough, they meet wet tangled hair, and he grips it tightly, pushing it down.

A finger slips out of him, only to be replaced with a tongue, curling and inside of him, and he presses against Youngjae desperately, no longer caring that this is embarrassing, that he’s actually letting the other man do this to him. He lets out a small noise of disappointment when the tongue disappears and the fingers follow soon after it, and he feels strangely empty.

But as he feels something else nudging at his entrance, his eyes shoot open and he pushes himself up onto is elbows, suddenly realizing what Youngjae is going to do. He glares at the other man, making him pause.

“What?” Youngjae asks innocently.

“You’re not shoving that in there,” Daehyun tells him, reaching out to grip Youngjae’s arms and pull him down on the chair so that he can switch their positions and do what he intended to do to the other man, but Youngjae doesn’t let him, pushing him back down forcefully.

“It’s not that much bigger,” Youngjae tells him with a small pout, and Daehyun’s eyes widen.

“Not that much? No, Youngjae, you’re not going to-” Daehyun is cut off when Youngjae slowly begins to push into him, making the other man wince in pain and grip the chair once more for support.

“It’s ing bigger you ,” Daehyun hisses through the pain, but it only earns him a laugh from Youngjae before he s in completely. Daehyun lets out a small gasp, but Youngjae’s mouth covers his, kissing him as if trying to distract him from the pain. He begins to move soon after, pulling out slowly before ing in again, and Daehyun grips his arms tightly, trying to ignore the pain.

It eventually melts away, and the pleasure takes over, pleasure Daehyun never thought would be involved, but then again, people wouldn’t do this if there wasn’t any, would they? He rolls his hips upwards, trying to make Youngjae go deeper, trying to make him hit that spot he had found with his fingers before, and Youngjae smiles, no doubt thinking it’s funny that Daehyun is so willing now.

Youngjae grips his thigh tightly, swinging Daehyun’s leg over his shoulder so that he can get a better angle, and Daehyun is about to complain, because the muscles in his legs aren’t used to this, but that’s when Youngjae’s finds that spot again, and he lets out a particularly loud moan, arching against Youngjae.

He’s aware that anyone could hear him; there’re campsites right beside the pool, but he doesn’t care at that moment, doesn’t even care when he hears the pool gate swinging open and someone humming to themselves. He knows who it is anyway by the sound of their voice.

“I’m blinded!” A voice screeches dramatically, and Daehyun raises his head to confirm that it’s Zelo, his hands covering his face in mock horror.

“Holy Youngjae, never thought you’d get him to bottom!” Zelo yells at Youngjae, who smiles, his face damp and sweaty, and he s particularly hard into Daehyun as the blonde raises his hand and flips his friend off.

“Rude,” Zelo mutters lowly to himself, and Daehyun is amazed that he’s still standing there.

“What are you doing?” Youngjae manages to pant out, glancing over his shoulder to see a smiling Zelo.

“Watching,” Zelo tells him matter-of-factly, as if this is the most normal thing in the world.

“Get the out!” Daehyun yells at him, and Zelo scurries out of the pool again, not wanting to face Daehyun’s wrath.

“Yongguk said that if you’re not there for dinner in five minutes, he’s letting Himchan eat yours!” Zelo shouts as he shuts the gate behind him, but Daehyun doesn’t even listen to him, because he’s so close, he can feel it.

Youngjae kisses him again as he hits Daehyun’s prostate, sending him over the edge with a loud cry. Youngjae follows soon after; Daehyun’s tight muscles clenching around him and making him lose control.

“Get off me,” Daehyun growls as Youngjae lies on top of him, and he feels so very embarrassed about what happened. Zelo saw them, . Zelo saw him submitting to Youngjae, . , now Zelo is going to tell everyone.

“I know you liked it, so don’t even lie,” Youngjae tells him cheerfully, pulling out of Daehyun, making the other man wince. Daehyun looks around for his clothes, frowning to himself, because as much as he hates to admit it, it was good.

Daehyun sighs as he sees his pants at the bottom of the pool after being thrown by Youngjae. He’s about to step in to get them when Youngjae laughs, making him stop.

“I wouldn’t, you’ll pollute the pool,” Youngjae tells him, gesturing to the mess on Daehyun’s stomach, and earns another glare from the older blonde.

“You get them then,” Daehyun demands, and Youngjae shrugs, lowering himself into the pool again before diving down to get them. Daehyun grabs the towel he had brought along, because there’s no way he can walk out there like this, and he wipes himself off, reminding himself to wash the towel thoroughly later.

Youngjae hands him his shorts, placing a small kiss on Daehyun’s cheek that makes him blush, and he tries to concentrate on getting his clothes back on.

“Still mad about sharing a tent with me?” Youngjae asks cheekily as they exit the pool, and Daehyun wraps an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close.

“Depends,” Daehyun murmurs. “On whether I get to top tonight.”