Number One Fan

Camp

The three of us set up camp, which was surprisingly tiring. Wendy helped me put the tent while Seulgi tried to start the fire.

We were not far off from the cliff so the view of the dark horizon was still beautiful. The moon was glowing brightly, as it reflects of the leaves of the trees.

"Argh!" Wendy shouts from across the tent.

I let go of the pole I was holding to and rushed to her.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I pricked my finger.." She pouted, her lips curled like an upside down bowl.

She showed me her finger that had a little ball of blood slowly filling up at the tip.

"Do you have a first-aid kit?" I asked as I looked around. Seulgi, who was oblivious to the whole thing, was happily seated by the fire.

"It's in the car.." She says.

Isn't her car parked miles away?

Do I go all that way just for a prick on the finger?

"What's wrong?" Seulgi asks from behind.

I turned around and showed her Wendy's finger.

"Stop being a baby, Seungwan." Seulgi scoffs the injury.

Wendy proceeds to suck the blood out of the wound, and gives me a thumbs up.

Woah.. That bear is strong.

The sounds of the fire crackle was so soothing as the cold wind breezed among us.

Seulgi sat beside me on the box Wendy brought, while Wendy sat alone on a foldable chair.

She had a thick thermal coat on, while I froze in my shorts. I suddenly felt her remove her arm from her jacket and covered both of us with it like a blanket.

"Tss." Wendy scoffed from across the fire.

Seulgi held my hand, laying it on my lap. Her presence was so warming, I forgot we were outside.

Wendy opens up the small blue box beside her. It was a cooler. She took out a bunch of bottles of beer out from the box.

"Drink up." Wendy says as she hands me a bottle.

I.. I don't drink..

"Wait- How old are you again?" She asks as she holds back the beer I was about to hold.

"...Eighteen."

She holds back on the bottle she was about to give me and turned to Seulgi. "Tell me.. How did you two end up together?"

Seulgi takes the bottle Wendy handed her and turns to me. Our faces were so close together when she turned, I looked away from embarrassment.

She laughed a little before her hand strolled ifs way to my head. She stroked my hair.

"I like him. That's what matters."

"Ugh. I shouldn't have asked that." Wendy says, before taking a sip of her beer.

What's her problem? Can't she be a bit more supportive.

"What's your problem?"

OH SHIT DID I SAY THAT ALOU-

"I don't know. Almost seven years in the industry, and a man has never touched me once." She answers.

The atmosphere was awkward once she said that.