Krystal woke as Minho laid her down on her bed. She blinked, looking up at him sleepily as he stared back with wide eyes. Cutely, she must add. He looked at her a little worriedly and curious of what she's thinking.   "Are you okay? You slept so I thought it'd be better if I brought you home. . . w-we can go back if  you wan-" She chuckled.   "I'm good and I think I like it better here." Minho grinned back, thinking how pretty she looked then.   "So the campfire wasn't a good idea?" He pouted playfully.   "No! I just. . . I prefer being here, with you." She looked away and trailed the last part of the sentence.   "Me too." Krystal looked back at Minho. "What?" He chuckled nervously.   "Nothing, just didn't know you are that honest." She grinned and patted the side of her bed, asking him to accompany her.   Minho happily crawled under the covers with her and both of them chatted until the early morning. They asked each other questions about each other and a little about their pasts. Krystal especially liked how flustered Minho got when she told him that he was the closest she's ever been to a guy. Minho on the other hand secretly liked her answer and couldn't help but blush a little. Soon, Krystal started to fall asleep and Minho amused himself watching her eyes get heavy and eventually close. He didn't want to leave, it'll be kind of awkward if he did right now so he decided to leave in the early morning, after talking to her parents o