Jooheon was among the small amount of people who were staying overnight. He was not, however, among those sleeping in the car. 

No, he insisted on camping, and Minhyuk was all too happy to share the 'sexy moment' with him. 

Apparently the 'with him' part was optional, as Jooheon's stomach dropped with each step he took closer to their tent. 

Very familiar moans were clearly audible, overpowering the sound of swaying leaves and crackling fires.

Perhaps he was getting ready? Well, that wasn't all that unbelievable. Minhyuk often didn't wait for Jooheon to start himself off. It wasn't strange to think that he would do that.

What was strange, however, was that he was speaking. Well, yelling would be a more accurate description. 

"Fuck, you get better every time."

Minhyuk complimented himself quite often, but not like this. 

Curious despite the deep pain growing in his gut, he gently unzipped the opening, peeking in with dread.

Well, Minhyuk definitely wasn't masturbating. 

Jooheon had seen enough, and he quickly backed away, zipping the tent back up and leaving Mark and Minhyuk to continue their moment.

This was a common occurrence at these parties. Things always go wrong for some sorry soul. These youths filled with hormones, and alcohol, they were bound to make mistakes. Feelings of inadequacy, and a fear for the future, these young adults that aren't ready to adult, they would rather act immature and invincible. Anything to hide their true emotions, their fears and doubts. They didn't think about who it would hurt.

Jooheon had just never expected it to happen to him. He knew Minhyuk didn't have feelings for him, and he knew it wasn't cheating, since they weren't dating. Still, it hurt.

Any hopes of sleeping left his mind, and he walked to one of the coolers, grabbing as many beers as he could hold and walking back to the fire. He sat on the log numbly, staring at the fire.

Minhyuk was fire. He was passionate and destructive, deceptively beautiful. He provided  both comfort and pain.