The night air was crisp and filled with the gentle sounds of the forest surrounding the mansion. I had set up a cozy little campfire in the backyard, ready for a relaxing evening with the boys. We had all gathered around the fire pit, eagerly anticipating s'mores and good conversation.

As I arranged the logs and tried to get the fire started, it quickly became apparent that my efforts were in vain. The small pile of kindling and logs refused to catch, and despite my best attempts, the flames remained stubbornly absent.

“Ugh, why won’t this fire start?” I muttered to myself, fanning the logs with a piece of cardboard in a futile attempt to coax a spark.

Jungkook, who was lounging on a nearby log, noticed my struggles and came over with a curious expression. “Need some help, Rosie?”

I sighed in relief. “Yes, please. I’ve tried everything, but it just won’t catch.”

Namjoon, sitting cross-legged on the grass, looked over with a smirk. “Looks like you could use a bit of dragon fire.”

I laughed. “That’s exactly what I was thinking! Do you guys mind giving it a try?”

Jungkook and Namjoon exchanged amused glances before standing up. With a few quick changes into their dragon forms, they took their positions around the fire pit. Namjoon inhaled deeply and let out a controlled stream of fire onto the logs, which immediately caught and started crackling. The warmth of the flames was instant, and I felt a wave of relief.

“Thanks, you two!” I called out, grinning as I watched the fire come to life.

Jungkook shifted back to his human form and gave me a playful wink. “No problem. But I see you’ve got some marshmallows to roast. Need any help with that?”

I raised an eyebrow, chuckling. “Actually, yes! I would love some roasted marshmallows. If you don’t mind, of course.”

Namjoon, with a mischievous grin, replied, “Well, I guess if we’re roasting marshmallows, I’ll have to make sure not to overdo it this time.”

I turned to him with a confused look. “Overdo it?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes dramatically. “Last time I tried to roast marshmallows, I ended up almost setting the whole bag on fire. Should’ve just roasted you instead.”

At his comment, Jin, who had been observing quietly, shot Namjoon a disapproving look. “Namjoon, you know better than to joke like that. Rosalie is too precious to be made into a human marshmallow.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened slightly as he realized the seriousness in Jin’s tone. He quickly added, “Joking, just joking! I wouldn’t actually roast her.”

Jin moved closer to me, pulling me gently towards him with a protective arm around my shoulders. “Don’t worry, Rosalie. We’re here to make sure you’re safe and sound. No marshmallow roasting here.”

I smiled up at Jin, feeling a warm flutter of affection for the caring gesture. “Thanks, Jin. I appreciate it. And don’t worry, I don’t plan on becoming a marshmallow any time soon.”

As the fire crackled warmly, I prepared the marshmallows and graham crackers with chocolate, eager to enjoy the classic campfire treat. Jungkook and Namjoon helped by holding the marshmallows over the flames, making sure they were evenly toasted.

“Look at that!” Jungkook exclaimed, holding up a perfectly golden marshmallow. “This is how it’s done!”

Namjoon, with a playful smirk, took his turn roasting a marshmallow to a perfect golden brown. “I guess this is a good way to make up for almost setting the bag on fire last time.”

We all laughed, enjoying the lighthearted banter and the delicious s’mores that followed. The campfire night was turning out to be a wonderful success, filled with laughter, warmth, and good company. It was moments like these that made me appreciate the unique dynamics of my new family and the special bond we shared.

As the fire continued to burn brightly, the boys and I relaxed, chatting about our favorite campfire stories and enjoying the treats. The evening was a perfect reminder of the joy and camaraderie that made our little family so special.
The evening continued on a light-hearted note as we enjoyed our s'mores by the fire. The flames crackled cheerfully, providing warmth against the cool night air. As I sat comfortably on the grass, savoring the gooey goodness of my s’mores, I noticed Yoongi keeping a close eye on me.

Yoongi, now back in his human form, had been lounging nearby. With his usual air of calm authority, he kept glancing at me with a protective gaze. It was then that I realized why—every time I moved closer to the fire to roast another marshmallow or reach for a graham cracker, he seemed to tense up slightly.

"Careful there, Rosalie," he said, his voice calm but firm. "You don’t want to get too close to the fire. It’s easy to get a bit too close when you’re distracted."

I looked up, surprised but touched by his concern. "Thanks, Yoongi. I appreciate you looking out for me. I can be a bit clumsy at times."

He gave me a reassuring smile. "Just doing my job. The last thing we need is for you to get burnt. Let me handle the marshmallow roasting from here."

True to his word, Yoongi took over the task of roasting marshmallows for me, ensuring that I stayed a safe distance from the fire. His attentive nature was comforting, and it was clear he was taking his protective role seriously.

As the night wore on and the campfire's warmth began to make us all a bit more relaxed, Hobi, who had been chatting with the others, noticed that I seemed to be swaying a bit more than usual. I had indulged in a bit too much wine earlier, and my balance was starting to falter.

Hobi, always observant, came over with a concerned look. "Rosalie, are you feeling alright? You seem a bit tipsy."

I laughed, a bit embarrassed. "I guess I might have had a little too much to drink. I’m fine, just a bit wobbly."

Hobi’s gaze shifted to the pool that was close to the campfire area. “You need to be careful. The last thing we want is for you to stumble and fall into the pool. Let me help you.”

He guided me away from the edge of the pool, ensuring I was safely away from the water. His presence was reassuring, and his concern made me feel cared for.

“Thanks, Hobi,” I said, leaning on him slightly. “I didn’t even think about the pool. I guess I’m more out of it than I realized.”

He chuckled softly. “No problem. Just think of me as your personal bodyguard for the night.”

As the evening continued, the boys made sure I was comfortable and safe. Yoongi remained vigilant near the fire, and Hobi kept an eye on me to ensure I didn’t get too close to any potential hazards. Their attentiveness was a testament to the care they had for me, and it made me feel incredibly grateful.

The campfire night turned out to be a wonderful blend of warmth, laughter, and affection. The boys’ protective instincts, coupled with their playful banter and camaraderie, created an atmosphere that was both comforting and joyful. As I relaxed by the fire, surrounded by my new family, I felt a deep sense of belonging and appreciation for the unique bond we shared.

As the night progressed and the wine took its toll, I found myself becoming increasingly relaxed and uninhibited. The warmth of the fire, combined with the soothing influence of the alcohol, made everything feel just a little more magical. I was enjoying the company of my new family, and the atmosphere was light and filled with laughter.

Jimin had been playfully teasing me throughout the evening, his flirtatious remarks making me giggle more than usual. His charm was undeniable, and in my slightly tipsy state, I found myself feeling more affectionate than ever.

As I sat on the grass, leaning back comfortably, Jimin plopped down beside me, a mischievous grin on his face. He was relaxed, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and affection.

"Rosie, you look like you’re having a great time," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "Do you need anything else? More marshmallows, maybe?"

I giggled, leaning closer to him. "You know, Jimin, you're such a flirt. I don’t think you need to try so hard. I’m already enjoying your company."

His eyes widened slightly at my candidness, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his expression softened, and he looked at me with a mixture of surprise and delight. "Is that so? I must be doing something right then."

In a bold and uncharacteristic move, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. The kiss was soft and fleeting, but it was enough to make Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise. His initial shock quickly melted into a smile, and he kissed me back gently, savoring the unexpected gesture.

When I pulled away, I saw that his cheeks were flushed with a deep, contented red. He looked at me with a mix of surprise and joy, clearly taken aback by my drunken boldness.

"Wow," he said, his voice a blend of amusement and affection. "That was unexpected, but not unwelcome."

I smiled, feeling a bit shy but also pleased with his reaction. "I didn’t mean to surprise you. I guess the wine made me bolder than usual."

Jimin chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "It’s alright. I enjoyed it, actually. You’re quite the bold one when you’ve had a few drinks."

As the evening continued, Jimin remained close, his demeanor warm and affectionate. His playful teasing took on a more tender tone, and he made sure to keep me comfortable and happy. The kiss had added a new layer to our dynamic, and despite my slightly embarrassed state, I couldn’t deny that it had made the night even more memorable.

The campfire night, with its blend of warmth, laughter, and unexpected moments, had solidified the bond between us even further. Each of the boys, with their unique ways of showing affection and care, contributed to an atmosphere of love and acceptance that made me feel truly cherished.