You stayed safe in the cocoon of Namjoon's embrace for a while before you leaned back to look at him. You gave him a look of fake annoyance and tugged on his shirt. "You know, you have a pretty unfair advantage here. Why do I have to be the only one half naked?"

He chuckled, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Have it your way then." He released you to pull his shirt over his head. You were finally free from his hold and you used that to turn your body to face his. You openly stared at his perfectly toned chest and ran your fingers over his smooth skin. 

His eyes closed and he sucked his lip into his mouth, and like a magnet it drew your eyes down instantly. You let your nails scrape against his abs lightly and his hands grabbed your wrists. "I can't concentrate when you do that." The power you felt while watching him fight for control was euphoric. He had always been the instigator, the one who started everything and made the dominoes fall. It was your turn. 

You pressed your lips against his jaw and kissed your way to his lips. "Concentrate on this." You pulled your hands free and climbed into his lap, your legs on either side of his. The force sent him toppling backwards with you on top of him, still straddling his waist. Before he could reply, you crashed your lips into his. You continued kissing him until he pulled away with a sharp inhale. 

"Y/N, wait, we can't-" You didn't let him finish. Your lips moved to the side of his head, and you bit down on the sensitive skin where his shoulder met his neck. You felt the evidence of his arousal through the thin material of your shorts and smirked against his neck. He let out a strained moan as you started to grind your hips into him, making it clear to him what you wanted. You weren't usually like this, clearly, but you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone and you just couldn't seem to get enough. You idly wondered if it was normally this intense, if it was like this for other people. 

You were addicted to him and you weren't ashamed of it in the least. He breathed heavily beneath you and his large hands reached up to stop your hips from continuing their assault. Rejection washed over you like a tidal wave and embarrassment flooded through you. You moved to climb off of him before he stopped you, holding you in place. 

"Stop. It's not like I don't want to," he made a show of moving your hips into his to show you the truth in his words, "but I didn't . . . bring anything. I didn't want to assume." He trailed off and your eyes softened instantly. He didn't want to assume that just because you were spending the night in the vicinity that you were going to be doing exactly what you were trying to persuade him into. It warmed your heart. 

Ever the gentleman, he was always thinking of you, how you felt, what you wanted. You smiled down at him and he caressed your back. You raised up and grabbed his shirt, tossing it onto his bare chest. "Then you'd better put your shirt back on before I decide that doesn't matter." You joked, but there was a hint of seriousness in your tone. 

He chuckled and raised up, but didn't put it back on like you had ordered. "You just tried to torture me into fucking you, I think that deserves some punishment, don't you?" Your eyes widened at his words. You had never heard him say that word before, and it sent a shock wave through your body straight to to the apex of your thighs. He leaned towards you and fear at what he may do crept up your throat. 

Before he did anything, though, he leaned back and pulled his shirt on. "Just kidding." You gaped at him and smacked his chest playfully. He handed you your shirt and you pulled it on as well, with only a little disappointment. You climbed off of him and he let you this time. You laid next to him and he pulled you close so that you were resting on his arm. You were on your side and your hand played with his shirt. 

He grabbed your hand and kissed each of your fingertips, making you smile. You laid like this for a while before breaking the silence. "Would you rather lose all of your money and valuables or all of the pictures you have ever taken?"

You watched him as he seemed to be seriously considering it. "Money I can get back. I can't get back those memories that I can actually see through photos. Plus, that means I would lose the pictures I've taken of you. That makes the choice easy, so I'm going with the first one." You blushed as he looked down at you, his eyes shining.

He went along with your game and asked a question of his own. "Would you rather be able to see ten minutes into your own future or ten minutes into the future of anyone but yourself?"

"Is this a one time thing or can I do it when I want?"

He thought about it for a second before responding, "Whenever you want."

You chewed on your lip while you weighed the options. "I would rather be able to see into someone else's future. I think that if I could see into my own, I would focus too much on trying to either make it happen or prevent it and I would forget how to live."

He nodded in consideration. "I hope that if you looked into my future, you would see yourself in it." You looked up at him with wide eyes, unable to reply. 

Clearing your throat, you averted your gaze and asked another question, this time one that wasn't so personal. "Would you rather your clothes always be four sizes too big or one size too small?"

He laughed. "Definitely too big. I love over-sized clothing, and I can't imagine how uncomfortable it would be for my shirts and shoes to be that tight." 

"I wouldn't mind seeing you in extremely tight shirts and pants." You shrugged. The mental image was tantalizing.

"I bet you wouldn't. Maybe one day, for you, I'll give it a try." He kissed the top of your head and you hugged his chest. You weren't the biggest fan of being doted on, but he was changing that. Something about feeling special to this man made you feel like you were on cloud nine, and you never wanted to come back down. 

You continued the game this way for who knows how long, the questions ranging from deep and dark to hilarious and ridiculous. You lost track of time and before you knew it, sleep had forced itself on you. 

The next morning came, a bit too early for you. You had maybe gotten three hours of sleep if you had to guess before the chatter outside woke you. Sometime during the night after you had fallen asleep, Namjoon had gone back to his tent. You were kind of sad that you hadn't woken up to his handsome face.

Rubbing at your eyes with a grunt you sat up, temporarily blinded by the glowing fabric walls of the tent. It sounded like everyone was awake and starting to pack up. You slapped at your cheeks, trying to wake yourself up fully before fumbling around the blankets for your phone. You smiled as the light blinked and you unlocked the screen to see a text from Namjoon.

We fell asleep together, don't worry, I didn't leave you in the middle of the night. I woke up before everyone else and decided to make breakfast. Join me when you're ready, gorgeous. - Namjoon

Your cheeks hurt from your face splitting grin. He hadn't left you, and you had gotten to sleep in his arms, your new favorite place. The sun was out today and it was warm in your tent. You changed into a pair of jean shorts and a band tee before slipping on your shoes and opening the tent door. 

Once out in the open space, you raised your arms above your head in a much needed stretch while your eyes adjusted to the light. It hadn't been nearly as bad as you had predicted to sleep under the stars, though it was probably due to the human pillow you'd used.

"Good morning." Jin said with a smile as he passed you, carrying a few things past the trees and to their car. While you slept, someone had brought both vehicles to the parking lot you hadn't seen when you had arrived. 

"Morning." You called out, following him with your eyes. Your voice was a bit raspy and you didn't want to think about how awful you must look right now.

Your eyes drifted from the tree line, realizing you should probably go brush your teeth before you got close to people. You looked over to Hoseok's tent, then glanced around to see if Nova was even up yet. Given the fact that you didn't see her, you figured she was still sleeping soundly through the noise of the camp. It didn't surprise you, she slept like the dead.

Ducking back into your tent, you grabbed a few things to freshen up before making your way over to wake your best friend. You bent down and reached for the zipper, but as you did it began to come undone from the inside. Maybe she was awake after all.

"Took you long enough. Come on let's-" your words stopped abruptly as it wasn't Nova whose head popped from the tent, nor was it Hoseok. No, you were met by a wide eyed Jungkook staring up at you. Shit. Did you go to the wrong tent?

"Uh..." You stammered as you quickly glanced around and soon spotted Hoseok near their van, helping the rest of the boys load up their things.

"S-Sorry. I'll just..." Jungkook mumbled before slipping past you as he rubbed the back of his head.

You watched him walk away before leaning forward to look into the tent he just left. Sure enough you saw your best friend, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. You gasped, eyes widening in shock.

Quickly, you darted inside, falling on your knees in front of her before quickly zipping up the tent to give you two some privacy. Your head snapped back around to her.

"Okay, what the fuck?!" You questioned in a raised whisper.

"Ugh... not so loud." She groaned, rubbing her temples. Looks like someone had a little too much to drink, again. 

"Why the hell were you sharing a tent with Jungkook?" You demanded, ignoring her plea to quiet down given you were already whispering.

"What?" She questioned, knitting her brows together in confusion.

Your brows rose as you stared at her in shock. Your shock turned to anger, and you prayed she remembered what happened last night or you'd have to end up murdering the youngest member of the band.

"You. Jungkook. Single tent. WHY?" You said, being blunt and to the point. You tried to hold your anger at bay to keep from startling her.

She lowered her hands from her face and breathed, still seeming bewildered, which only added to your stress.

"Oh . . . right." She finally said with a yawn, but her gaze was cast away. "I remember waking up last night and hearing people arguing outside the tent. I went to figure out what was going on when Jungkook came into the tent and told me not to worry. I guess he stayed in the tent after that?" The last part sounded uncertain as she looked back up at you.

"You two didn't . . ." You had to ask, letting your statement trail off. She knew what you meant.

"No." Nova answered quickly, adding to it with a wave of her hand and a shake of her head that ruffled her messy hair.

Releasing a sigh of relief, you let your shoulder slump. "Good. You had me worried."

Nova huffed a chuckle. "Trust me, I don't like him that way."

"Who was he arguing with?"

Her brows dipped. "Hoseok. I think Jungkook was warning him. He's kind of protective, which is weird."

"Why do you say that?" You asked, you hadn't seen him interact with her much, and you were wary of people around her. He didn't even know the meaning of the word protective when compared to you. "You've known him for less than two weeks."

"Yeah, but--" Nova sighed with a faint smile. "Never mind, just trust me. Okay?"

"Fine. But, you're going to need to tell me what's going on at some point. Because I left you with Hoseok only to find you with Jungkook." You huffed in irritation. "I've got your back too, Nova. Don't keep me in the dark." Your voice lowered as you frowned at her. She always told you everything and her allusiveness was putting you on edge.

"I know, I know. This just isn't the time or place to have that conversation, it's a long one." Nova said, trying to give you a smile that told you not to worry. Leaning forward she placed a hand on your shoulder. "Don't stress on my behalf. You have enough going on as it is, okay?"

You reached up and grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently. "That doesn't mean that I don't care about what's going on in your life." You said in a stern tone.

Nova smiled brightly back at you, happy that your anger had seemed to fade a little. "I know."

"Come on. Let's go get washed up. You look terrible." She looked at your disheveled appearance before reaching for her morning kit.

"Have you looked in a mirror? You look like shit, too." You pushed her arm and walked back outside. She laughed, following after you as you headed off to the restrooms.