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Donghyuck rests his arms on the window, his chin pressed against his forearms in thought. The wind blows in his face, attacking his eardrums as the crisp air ricochets off the curve of his ear. He gazes up at the red and golden sky, hues of warm colors hugging and enveloping each other so beautifully Donghyuck almost forgot where he was going.

Church camp, for young adults. Even though Donghyuck was 18, and indeed a young adult, the intensity of graduating from a youth camp to a young adult camp was anxiety inducing. Hell, when he turned 18 he thought his life was over. He also thought that once he turned 18 his parents would let him choose if he still wanted to participate in camp.

This guy he was roomed with was a camp leader. Donghyuck rolls his eyes. Throwing his sleeping bag on his bed with a huff, he lets out a reluctant sigh and glances around the room, finding his dormmate's table already decorated with crosses and rosaries and neatly folded clothes. Donghyuck could tell he took crazy care of his hygiene, with a few stray perfume and lotion bottles under his desk. Not that it was a bad thing, Donghyuck loved a man that cared about his appearance.

He unzips his red sleeping bag and throws a few blankets and pillows and stuffed animals on it, shrugging as he wipes off his forehead. He already hated it, his face flushed tomato red. He slips off his glasses and wipes them off with his shirt. He was sweating so bad from being in the cabin for just a few minutes.

Slipping his glasses back on, he shuffles off his jacket and hangs it right next to his desk on the wooden hanger. He didn't bring anything else with him. He only took his phone and his smartwatch and they took that from him at the door. He didn't mind it too much. Quite frankly, Donghyuck needed the brain rot detox.

He peeks in his pillowcase. There lies his backup phone, all cuddled between the soft plush of the pillow and the thin casing. 

Suddenly, the cabin doorknob is jingled open, and Donghyuck slams his pillow on his sleeping bag. A handsome man walks through the doorframe.

“Hello,” The man smiles, closing the door behind him. It took everything inside Donghyuck to not get on his knees and bark like a rabid dog. The man was so hot his glasses were fogging up again, his face burning blood red. He also had glasses, those thin-framed ones that the ladies really like.

Quite frankly, Donghyuck was more than attracted to him—he was starstruck, with his eyes bulging out of his sockets like a cartoon. This man had the most beautifully chiseled cheekbones and the most adorable little smile. Donghyuck almost caught himself drooling.

“Hey,” Donghyuck replies. The counselor is there in front of him, holding out his hand to shake. Donghyuck accepts his handshake and keeps back a blush.

“Haechan?” He asks, a firm grasp around Donghyuck's palm. The boy nods.

“Yeah. It's a nickname,”

“It's your preferred name?”

“Something like that,”

The man squints with an amused smile. He liked this Haechan guy already. “Something like that?”

“My real name is Donghyuck but my friends call me Haechan,”

“I should call you Haechan then?” He smiles, and Donghyuck catches a glance of his little tic tac shaped teeth. He found it endearing for some odd reason, like when someone says their favourite genre is R&B, or when someone says their favourite color is pink.

His leader disconnects their palms with one more firm shake and Donghyuck almost catches himself reaching for his hand again.

“Sure. Go for it,” Donghyuck nonchalantly shrugs.

“Well, nice to meet you, Haechan. I'm Mark,” He smiles wider, and this time Donghyuck notices a few moles scattered upon his face like stars in the night sky. Donghyuck smiles wider, too. He had a few of his own.

“Nice to meet you, too,” The tanned boy says, his voice oozing with fascination. He wonders if Mark caught the message as he batters his eyelashes at him.

Mark sets down some sort of object on his desk. It sounded small and clanky and like it could have been made out of glass. Donghyuck furrows his eyebrows, gazing around the room some more. He was going to be here for the next few days, so he better get used to it.

Mark grins and hands him a coaster.

“This is for you,”

“What?”

“I made this. The verse is customized for you,”

Donghyuck takes it in his grasp and looks at the Bible verse that he, funnily enough, did not have memorised. He couldn't believe that he's been coming to camp since he was a child and he could count the amount of memorised Bible verses on one hand. The coaster was a blue marble pattern with white calligraphy that read ‘Romans 5:3.’ He figured this is something Mark did every time to break the ice. He smiles anyways. He truly appreciates it.

“Thank you so much,” He sets the coaster on his desk. It'll be a good reminder to drink more water in this horrid heat.

“You're welcome. Is this your first camp?”

Ice breaking. Exactly what Donghyuck suspected.

He turns around to lean against his designated desk and he sighs, “No, I've been coming here for years. What about you?”

“I've been a counselor for a while now,” He nods and smiles.

“Cool,” Donghyuck awkwardly mutters.

“I like the Bible study,”

Donghyuck could tell that much. “Why?”

“It makes me feel closest to God,” Mark says, unpacking more entertainment like card games, pencils, paper, and books from a tote bag. It had the church's name on it in that same calligraphy writing as his new coaster. He turns around to face Donghyuck.

The wavy-headed boy couldn't pinpoint what emotion Mark was feeling, but something akin to awe swept over his countenance. His eyes danced over from Donghyuck's cheeks, to his thick glasses, to his hair. Donghyuck takes his palm and scrunches his hair to fluff up his curl pattern.

He thought Mark was crazy, “Really?”

“Of course,” Mark looks down at his watch to distract himself, “We have a meeting at the Center. Are you coming along?”

“Yeah. I will,” Donghyuck nods, fetching his sandals.

The two exit the cabin and Mark locks the door, a water bottle in hand. Donghyuck curses himself for not bringing anything to drink from. He was riding the rollercoaster of dread after finding out he was staying for so long that he forgot to bring anything essential. Just clothes and plushies, he thought, that'll be enough.

“So how old are you?” Mark asks, walking down the dirt trail to the camp center. They were side by side, with Donghyuck's hands stuffed in his pockets. Their shoulders were barely grazing upon each other, and all Donghyuck wanted to do was get closer.

“18,” Donghyuck whispers.

“Same here,” Mark smiles, “When's your birthday?”

“June sixth,”

“August second,”

“I'm older than you,” Donghyuck grins.

“I don't think so. Counselors are older than their peers. What year were you born?”

“2000,”

“I'm ‘99,”

Donghyuck huffs. He was ten months younger than Mark. He gave up on trying to make any conversation, and Mark quickly took the lead.

“When did you start coming to camp?”

“When I was a kid,”

“Same here. How old were you?”

“Maybe, like, seven,”

“Same here,” Mark mumbles. It seemed like they had a lot more in common than he first initially thought.

The two boys enter the camp center, with Mark opening the door for Donghyuck. He whispers a quick ‘thank you’ and shuffles inside, finding all the other members of the church in groups of three or more, alongside a camp leader. They were the only ones who seemed to be in a pair.

They head down to the lobby, through the crowd of people. It was so congested and loud in the area, Donghyuck had forgotten how to breathe.

Suddenly, Mark takes Donghyuck's hand, pulling him closer to his warmth, securing a spot in the wave of people. Donghyuck's breath catches in his throat, taking a hard gulp in surprise. Mark felt peaceful and comforting. Donghyuck liked it a lot.

Finally, Mark sits down next to Donghyuck on the floor after everyone shuffles up to the stage, packed like a can of sardines. Staring up at the huge cross behind a few people on a podium, Donghyuck waits until members of the church are done organizing microphones and untangling chords, stepping off and on the stage.

Once they're done, the meeting begins. Donghyuck sighs and grumbles a few times as Bible verses are spewed from people's lips, rules and regulations set in place. They were the same old ‘no running, be nice’ rules from his other camps he attended when he was younger. Mark mutters a few ‘amen's' and nods along to a few commandments as reminders to be nice. Donghyuck purses his lips.

Everyone is sent off on their way and suddenly Donghyuck feels more awake than ever. That meeting really sent him into a fight between slumber and consciousness. Donghyuck stands up first and Mark follows behind him.

“Foosball?” Mark asks, pointing over to the game. Donghyuck shrugs. There were already so many people circled around the game and the area started to reek of college frat houses. He'd rather not .

“Wanna go fishing?” Donghyuck asks.

Mark smiles. “You have rods?”

The wavy-haired shakes his head.

“How will we go fishing?”

“There's a place down the street that lets you rent,”

Mark nods, “We can do that,”

The two pace down from the camp center to their cabin, where Mark said he's brought sunscreen, a cooler full of water and snacks, and a pack of 52 playing cards.

They open the door to the cabin, “I have a playlist we could listen to,” Donghyuck shuffles inside and bites his lip at his desk. He probably shouldn't have said that. Mark was cool, right? He wouldn't care.

“A playlist?”

“No,” Donghyuck blurts.

“Do you have your phone?”

“No,” He blurts again.

“If you have your phone I'm going to have to take it,” Mark sternly warns.

Donghyuck's face flushes red. Mark sounded really hot. Fucking steaming hot. Hotter than Hell. The way Mark lowered his voice and furrowed his eyebrows at him sent Donghyuck into a mix of emotions—a mix of emotions that were definitely only between him and God. “I don't have it. I forgot they took it,”

“Okay!” Mark pockets a wad of cash into his pocket as he swings his tote bag around his shoulder. He heads outside and packs up his truck.

Donghyuck sighs, following behind Mark and sitting in the passenger seat of his truck. His truck had soft, cushiony seats and a cream interior. Once he starts the car, Donghyuck realises how old this truck must be. It sounded like he’d shake the cabin out of the ground if he stayed in the driveway for too long.

“Have you ever been to this shop?” Donghyuck asks as Mark looks both ways before exiting the camp site. Mark furrows his brows and shakes his head.

“Nope. Is it nice?”

“It's very nice,” The wavy-haired says, brushing up his curls. Donghyuck could tell Mark got distracted for just a moment, that same awed look curving upon his lips.

Mark’s knuckles blanch white, his eyes glueing onto the road. He turns up the radio, humming along to some shitty country music singing about long neck beers and pretty blonde women. Donghyuck sighs.

“Do you come here often?” Mark asks.

“Not really. Only for camp,”

His counselor nods. “Do you like camp?”

“I do,” He lies, “it's nice being in the wilderness,”

Mark lets out a small grin. Donghyuck immediately looks out of his window. If he looked at his smile for too long, he'd try to bite him. He was too adorable.

Once they get to the shop, they head inside and rent a few poles, their legs dangling over the dock. So far, neither of them had caught any fish. Donghyuck swats away a few mosquitoes in the meantime. He holds out his hand for a pretty blue bug in particular.

“A dragonfly!” Donghyuck beams.

“That's a damselfly,” Mark corrects, smiling at the little bug.

“A what?”

“A damselfly. They're similar to dragonflies but they're smaller and hold their wings together when resting,”

“Oh,” Donghyuck holds onto his pole tighter. His knuckles blanch white. Mark notices and looks away.

“I like dragonflies better,” Mark whispers.

“Me too,” Donghyuck whispers.

♱

No catches. Donghyuck was pissed. He waited three hours to catch something , even a piece of seaweed would've made him happy. It was so damn hot out he figured the fish would be more active. The only thing he caught was a sunburn.

Mark starts the truck. His burn was worse. He didn't seem to care, though. “It's okay. We can try tomorrow,”

“Sounds good,” Donghyuck looks down at his forearms, comparing and contrasting the burn on his outer arm and the belly of his arm. He got a very, very small tan.

He caught Mark staring again. The counselor tightens his grip around the leather wheel.

“Might want to put some aloe on that,” Donghyuck runs a finger down Mark's bicep and he instantaneously shivers, goosebumps running up Mark's skin.

“Yeah, I will,” Mark chuckles, rubbing his arm to soothe his goosebumps. He hoped that Donghyuck didn't notice.

But he definitely did. He runs the curve of his finger over Mark's bicep again. He jolts, goosebumps immediately rising to his touch, hurriedly rubbing over his tender skin, his arm burning fuchsia.

“You're so sensitive,” The wavy-haired says. His tone came out more seductive than he meant it to, but he wasn’t complaining. A happy accident, he’d call it.

Mark chuckles nervously, “I am. Look how burnt I am,”

“I see,” Donghyuck could spend all day rubbing his fingers over his skin, watching his goosebumps rise to the desperation of his touch, but he held back, intertwining his fingers together and gazing out of his window.

Trees, trees, and more trees. Even while trying to distract himself by looking at mother nature, his brain still kept wandering back to Mark. Honestly, he wasn't trying that hard to distract himself. Mark had on his shitty country music and was still humming along to it.

Now that they're back in the cabin, it seemed like there was nothing else to do. Donghyuck stares at his desk and compares it to Mark's—he could've been the one to say that he loves the Bible study, only if Mark's desk wasn't covered in scriptures and rosaries. Donghyuck shuts the cabin door and he's met face-to-face with Mark, their noses almost touching. Donghyuck backs away, shocked.

“M'sorry,” Mark mutters. “Do you want to start a fire?”

Donghyuck looks up at the sky. It’s way too early to start a fire. “Isn't it a little early?”

“I could grill us some hot dogs,” He shrugs.

“Yum,” Donghyuck smiles, stepping off of the porch and meandering over to the picnic table.

“Do you want ketchup and mustard?” Mark asks. Donghyuck gives him a thumbs up and sets his butt on the wooden table.

He dons his hoodie so he doesn't get any more burnt under the scorching hot sun. He was indeed sweating, especially when Mark flamed the fire and set a grill over the slabs of wood in the fireplace left over from a previous visitor. He went ahead and scoped out some more twigs and branches and wood around the area, setting them by the fireplace.

Donghyuck let him. He liked to pretend that Mark was his boyfriend at this moment, when he felt taken care of and out of the way. He felt like Mark was his prince and he was the princess.

The wavy-haired hugs his waist and leans over his knees, the flame pointing directly at him. He pulls up the hood of his sweater and pulls down his sleeves, covering the lower half of his face with the cotton.

“You might want to move,” Mark says, endearingly.

Suddenly, Donghyuck woke up from his daydream. He kept in his spot. Quite frankly, he liked the smell of the wood and weenies burning on the grill.

“I'm fine,”

Mark nods and toasts up a few more hot dogs. Two for him and two for Donghyuck.

“How do you like them?”

“I like them burnt,” Donghyuck confirms, wondering how close Mark could get to the flames without his leg hair catching on fire. He pulls up his own pant leg. He didn't think Mark would last very long compared to him.

Mark slaps his hot dogs in buns and squirts a few lines of ketchup and mustard on it. He separates the burnt weenies from the warm ones and gives the wavy-haired boy his preferred hot dogs.

Donghyuck takes his paper plate and glances down at his meal. His mouth was watering badly. He takes a bite and involuntarily lets out a hum of satisfaction.

“Good?” Mark asks, taking a bite of his own warm hot dog.

“S'good,” Donghyuck says, his mouth full.

“I'm glad,”

Donghyuck scarfs down the one weenie, thumping his chest with a fist to prompt a burp. Mark chuckles at Donghyuck, his nose scrunching up cutely and his eyes squinting.

“Have you mentored with more than one person?” Donghyuck asks, causing the older boy to raise his eyebrows. It was quite a random question, but Donghyuck was so curious.

Mark nods and chews at the same time, hurrying up a loud gulp, “Sure. I like being one-on-one better,”

“So you've done both?”

“Yeah. Not on purpose,”

“Me too,”

Donghyuck scarfs down another hot dog.

♱

The tanned boy zones out, his eyes everywhere but on the pages of his Bible. He gazes up at Mark, who's neck deep into the pages. After all, he did say this was his favorite part of camp.

Mark writes on a sticky note and places it on the page, directly where his eyes were glancing over. His eyes flicker up to Donghyuck's.

The boy shoves his face back into his book. All Mark could see was his perfect, wavy head of brown hair staring back at him. A few clusters of curls fall and Donghyuck pushes them away. The older chuckles and flips through his Bible.

“Do you need help?” Mark asks.

“No,”

“You've hardly read anything. I'm happy to help,”

“I'm okay,”

“Kay,” Mark brushes him off and stares into his Bible. He can't seem to do much reading after their exchange.

His eyes drawing in Mark's sharp and enticing features, his grasp around his Bible tightens. Mark was just so tempting, his presence addicting. He wants more of Mark—he wants everything Mark has to offer, and it doesn’t have to be a lot.

Taking in his seraphic features, Mark glances up at the tanned boy.

Donghyuck immediately looks back down.

“You sure you're okay?” Mark asks, a wine red blush kissing his cheeks.

“I-I'm fine,” Donghyuck responds, stammering. He's so glad that Mark can't read his mind.

♱

Donghyuck slips in a few coins into the slot, the warm water spewing from the shitty old showerhead above him. The feel of the water against his skin forces an exhale from between his lips. He felt so serene, even with the spiders and mosquitoes hiding away in the corners of the shower.

He leathers himself in soap, making sure to hit every nook and cranny of his limbs. He felt so dirty even after a single morning being in the cabin. Mark seemed to be fine though, as a clean freak.

Donghyuck wraps a towel around him and dries himself off, slipping on clean clothes. He gathers his towel and folds his dirty clothes, hiding them within the folds of his towel. He walks the trail down to his cabin, flopping his clothes on his bed and hanging up his towel on the clothing hanger. He sets his extra shower coins on his desk.

Donghyuck sits in front of the fire, the sun peeping out through the horizon. He could hear every single syllable spoken from individuals in kayaks, not one word unheard against the water before him. The sight was beautiful, with stars already shimmering against the dark blue backdrop, skies meandering through the portrait. It's nights like these where Donghyuck wishes the dusk could last forever.

Suddenly, a can is cracked open from next to him. He could hear a liquid oozing against the dirt, probably drowning a few ants as footsteps shuffle closer to him. Mark hands Donghyuck an unopened can of beer.

“Care for a drink?” He asks.

“We can't,”  Donghyuck takes the can delightfully.

“Yes we can,”

“Isn't drinking a sin?” He asks, cracking open the can. He pretends to care so badly.

“No. Just don't get drunk,” Mark sits down next to him in his blue chair in front of the fire. He stares at the flames dancing in curls of red and yellow. They reminded Mark of Donghyuck's hair.

The tanned boy takes a sip. It was good. It tasted like an alcohol only straight men would drink. If that made any sense.

Mark takes a gulp and sighs, his body colder than usual, even in front of the fire. It felt like he was missing something—like a huge, hungry pit in his stomach was absent. He stands and drags his lawn chair next to Donghyuck's red chair. That felt better.

Donghyuck throws a few twigs in the fireplace. Mark throws the tab of his can in the fireplace.

“You sure this is okay?” Donghyuck asks. He still did not care one bit.

“I'm sure,”

Donghyuck takes a small sip. Mark chuckles. He looked like he was drinking a can of Sprite or any other drink that wasn't beer.

“How'd you like the Bible study?” Mark asks.

“Good. I like when it's quiet,” Donghyuck says, holding the can in his lap. Mark drags his chair even closer, the armrest of their chairs overlapping. It was like their chairs were holding hands. Mark liked it. He liked it a lot.

“Same here,” Mark breathes. He reeked of beer.

“How many of these did you have?” Donghyuck asks, concerned.

“This is my second,”

“O-okay,” Donghyuck takes another sip. He struggles to swallow it. “Do you plan on finishing it?”

“No,” Mark says.

Donghyuck nods, carding his fingers through his hair and shaking off any extra water. He scrunches his hair, and Mark watches intently.

“Your hair is so pretty,” He whispers, his voice small and powerless.

Donghyuck smiles as his finger curls over some of his strands. “Thanks,”

Mark gets up and walks to the cabin. Donghyuck watches him go.

♱

Donghyuck quietly zips up his jacket, slipping on some socks before slipping on his worn-out Converse. He quietly meanders to the door, unlocking the doorknob and twisting the knob. It was dead quiet in the cabin, even the sound of the creaking door hurt his ears. He makes sure that Mark is still peacefully asleep as the door squeaks open, halfway out of the door. His phone buzzes in his pocket and his body tenses, quickly shutting the door before Mark can wake up and find him tip-toeing out of the cabin.

Pacing down the steps and walking down to Jeno, he silently makes his way down the trail to find him. They agreed to hide in the woods and smoke some pot after meeting half-way—a regular occurrence for them. Donghyuck would argue that it was a tradition.

“So, how's your cabin so far?” Pressing his lips around the joint, Jeno lights the end and inhales as far as possible, taking in as much smoke as he could.

“I'm paired with just one guy. He's kind of a neat freak,”

“Whab do you meab?” Jeno holds the smoke in his lungs for a few beats.

“He has a stash of lotion and perfume under his desk and he smells like a Yankee candle,”

Jeno chuckles, coughing into his arm and handing over his joint to Donghyuck. “Wild. Maybe he uses it to jerk off,”

“Maybe. I doubt it,” The tanned boy chuckles, taking in a small hit.

“Forgive him Father for he has sinned,” Jeno facetiously whispers, holding up prayer hands.

Donghyuck chuckles, “And it's all bullshit. Just touch yourself, no one's fucking watching,”

“Right. I'm so happy I don't believe in any of this shit,”

“Imagine always being watched. Fucking psycho,”

“My life's pretty boring. Like, there's nothing to watch,”

“Seriously,” Donghyuck takes one more hit before burning out Jeno's joint, handing it back to him.

The boy shoves his joint back into a few plastic bags and a brown sandwich bag. He shoves it in his jacket. “Wanna walk?” Jeno asks.

“Sure. Wanna hit the playground?”

“For sure,” Jeno agrees.

The two boys shuffle out of the woods and walk down to the playground, feeling their high slowly take over their consciousness. They climb the playground and dangle their legs over the ledge to the slides, gazing out into the campers with their fists in their jacket pockets. Donghyuck lays his temple on Jeno's shoulder.

“The Earth is so weird,” Jeno mumbles.

“What?” Donghyuck giggles.

“Like, why is life taken so seriously? We're so small compared to the universe. We're just silly little creatures on a floating rock,”

“Agreed,” The wavy-haired nestles closer into Jeno's warm shoulder.

“Do you ever wonder what's beyond the universe? Like, what we haven't seen yet?”

“Not really. But it's not God,”

“I didn't think so, either,”

Chapter Text

Their table looked pretty empty compared to everyone else's.

The tanned boy scoots closer to Mark, shamelessly and effortlessly. Mark glances at Donghyuck, his eyes full of adulation as he takes in another spoonful of cereal. Butterflies bite his stomach as hard as Mark’s scent bites his nose. He smelled like he bathed in a tub of 1,000 different perfumes.

“How was your sleep?” Mark asks, lovingly, like Donghyuck was his boyfriend, how Donghyuck likes to imagine.

“Fine,” He rubs his eyes, trying to shake off his post-high hangover.

The wavy-haired shuffles his foot closer to Mark's, nearly poking his shoe. He feels his warmth radiating through his socks. It felt oddly comforting, like a hug wrapping around his foot. Mark closes the gap and Donghyuck jolts, nearly spilling his cereal on the table.

“Sorry,” Mark glances at Donghyuck.

“It's fine,” Donghyuck chuckles, slurping a spoonful of cereal.

Mark pokes harder at Donghyuck's shoe. The tanned boy lays his shoe over Mark's.

Butterflies gnaw his stomach, harder than how Mark’s scent bites his nose.

♱

“It is God's will that you should be sanctified: that you should avoid sexual immorality; that each of you should learn to control your own body in a way that is holy and honorable, not in passionate lust like the pagans, who do not know God,” Mark reads, his finger pointing under the letters as he speaks. He glances up at Donghyuck.

“Keep talking, I'm almost finished,” Donghyuck giggles, fitting a thread through his bead, pushing the sparkly plastic down to the knot of his bracelet.

“Mkay,” Mark mumbles, taking a breath to read the next verse. Donghyuck drops his shoulders disappointedly and glares up at Mark. “And that in this matter no one should wrong or take advantage of a brother or sister. The Lord will punish all those who commit such sins, as we told you and warned you before,”

The wavy-haired boy pushes his strands behind his ear, taking another bead and pushing it through the thread, spelling out a verse he’s memorised years ago. Mark clears his throat.

“So? What are your thoughts?” He asks, lacing his fingers together upon the pages of his Bible.

“Cool stuff,” Donghyuck nods, finishing up the verse on his bracelet.

“You don’t seem too thrilled,” The boy closes his Bible, watching how Donghyuck crafts his bracelet with gentleness and delicateness. He grins.

“Not really,” Donghyuck shrugs.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” He lies, knotting up the end of his bracelet. “I guess I’m just not in the mood,”

“I understand,” Mark shuffles his feet closer to Donghyuck’s, caressing his shoe over the other’s. Donghyuck could feel Mark’s warmth through his shoes, sharply inhaling as he knots his bracelet as far as it could go. Donghyuck wanted more. He wanted more so bad.

Mark sighs, “What would you like to do?”

“Jeno and I planned to spend some time after this,”

A lump forms in Mark’s throat. He looks up at the clock as he reluctantly mutters, “I suppose I could let you go early. We only have five minutes left,”

“Thanks,” Donghyuck springs to his beads and his Bible, shoving them in his drawstring bag, tightening the cord of his bag like how he knotted the end of his bracelet. The other stands up, packing up much slower.

The wavy-haired stands in front of Mark, taking in a deep breath before holding out his hand in a fist. Mark squints, confused as he holds out his hand under Donghyuck’s.

He quickly drops the bracelet in Mark’s palm and scurries out of the room to the main lobby.

Mark takes a fond look at the bracelet.

Mark 10 9 .

He smiles and fits it around his wrist, taking his bags and heading back to his cabin.

♱

“I gave him a bracelet,” Donghyuck mutters, holding his ice cream sandwich between his fingers as it drips into its white packaging. Today wasn’t any cooler than yesterday.

“Congratulations. You’ve successfully flirted,” Jeno bites into his drumstick, shards of chocolate breaking throughout the bulb of the ice cream.

“Thanks,” Donghyuck slurps over his melting sandwich. “He’s been really physical lately,”

“Like, touchy feely?”

“Yeah. He’s been playing footsy,” Donghyuck finishes his ice cream and slaps his hands together to wipe off extra chocolate that’s stuck to his fingers. “Can’t say that I don’t like it. Or that I didn’t initiate it,”

“Be careful. The lord is watching,”

The wavy-haired rolls his eyes and chuckles, “Bullshit. But he definitely believes that,”

“Oh, brother. Try to seduce him with bible verses,”

“I am. I literally put on the bracelet ‘Mark 10:9’ because his name is Mark,”

“I support this,” Jeno bites into his chocolate cone.

“Good,” Donghyuck cheekily smiles.

♱

The wavy-haired sighs, kicking his feet over the dock. He stares down at the water, barely able to see his reflection in the water due to the sporadic shimmer over the curves of the waves. He rubs his tender arm.

“Do you need more sunscreen?” Mark asks, already grabbing his bottle of sunblock.

“Please,” Donghyuck annoyedly mutters, the sun clawing over his skin. This sun was not fucking around.

Mark flips open the bottle and squeezes a glob of liquid into his palms. He rubs his hands together before running a gentle hand over Donghyuck’s arm, slowly making his way down to the boy’s wrist and back up his bicep.

Goosebumps trail over his arm. He tightens his grasp over his fishing rod, keeping back an embarrassing blush.

Mark scooches over to the other side of Donghyuck's arm, lathering up his bumpy skin and fitting his fingers under his shirt and up his shoulder, spreading the lotion to his back and up his neck. Donghyuck knew he wasn’t the most built or the sexiest man alive, but the sound of Mark’s shaky sigh sent a shrill of pride soaring down his spine. Donghyuck holds back a moan from how soothing the massage felt.

“Thanks,” Donghyuck says, kicking his feet over the dock.

“No problem,” Mark keeps back a smile as he puts his sunblock away. “Do you want to hop in?” He asks, pointing down to the lake in front of them.

Donghyuck squints in thought, “Not here. When we get back to the site we can,”

“Sounds good,” Mark nods, keeping a firm grasp around his rod.

♱

“Fuck!” Donghyuck squeals, holding out his hands to stop the dirty lake water from hitting his face.

Mark splashes Donghyuck again, a huge wave of water hitting him and drenching his hair and glasses. He wipes his eyes and glasses like a windshield wiper.

Mark giggles blissfully and swims closer to Donghyuck, picking him up by the hips and carrying him with his thighs over his shoulders. Donghyuck holds onto Mark’s firm shoulders, his grasp tight and secure around his muscles. He told himself he was holding onto him so tightly because he didn’t want to fall. In actuality, he so desperately wanted to feel how built he was.

“Chicken fight?” Donghyuck asks.

“No,” Mark walks over the slippery stones and rocks until he's met with the squelchy seaweed.

Donghyuck plays with Mark's wet hair, running his fingers through his strands. “Why are you carrying me?”

“I wanted an excuse,”

“Excuse for what?”

“To hold you,”

Donghyuck gulps, pulling on Mark’s wet hair, his fingers massaging into his scalp. Mark props him off of his shoulders, setting him down into the water with a gentle arm wrapping around his waist. Pulling Donghyuck closer, his arm secure around his hips, Mark looks down at Donghyuck’s lips. A shock of desire courses through Donghyuck’s body, a warm storm feathering throughout his veins. He gazes into Mark’s eyes, who looks just as pathetic and hungry.

They kiss. It’s sudden and spontaneous and Donghyuck wishes it could’ve been even more impulsive. The boy wrings his fingers through Donghyuck’s wavy hair and pulls him in closer to his chest, taking in every inch of his petals. He hastily exhales, his soft breath kissing over his lips.

They pull apart. Donghyuck huffs, a hurried attempt to catch his stolen breath. Mark gazes down into his hungry eyes.

“You liked that?”

“Yes,” Donghyuck breathes.

“I did, too,”

Butterflies gnaw his stomach.

♱

Both boys walk out of their showers at the same time, their hair wetter and messy. Mark has come to the point where he has to ask Donghyuck for his shower coins, having used up all of his own.

“Hey,” Mark smiles, shuffling closer to Donghyuck.

“Hi,” Donghyuck whispers, feeling Mark run a gentle hand through his hair.

“Can I play with your hair when we get to the cabin?”

“Sure,” He grins, “Is this also an excuse?”

“Yes,” Mark shamelessly answers, nodding.

They head over to the cabin and slip on their comfiest clothes, with Donghyuck sitting in front of the fireplace. Mark is right behind him, his fingers gently brushing out his wavy hair and scrunching them back up like how Donghyuck taught him. The wavy-haired closes his eyes, the sound of the fire and the feel of Mark's hands nearly sending him off to dreamland.

“Do you do this every time?” Mark asks, rolling a strand around his finger to curl his hair.

“Yeah,”

“It looks better when you do it,” He chuckles.

“It'll dry the same,” Donghyuck grins, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, the sun hanging low behind the water. He nuzzles closer into his lawnchair.

“I hope so,” Mark mutters.

“Don’t even worry about it,” Donghyuck chuckles, his eyes feeling heavier the more that Mark’s touch warms his skin.

He walks away and the boy instantly wakes up. A can of beer is slipped into the cupholder of his lawnchair. He cracks it open and takes a sip like it was juice, his face scrunching up as the bitter taste hits his tongue.

They relax in front of the fireplace until the sun hides behind the horizon, the moon bright in the sky. Donghyuck stares at the glow, the radiance hurting his eyes more than it should. He rubs his face with his palm, his skin warm to the touch.

Mark is the first to head inside, settling down inside his sleeping bag.

Once the fire burns dead, Donghyuck throws his beer can in the fireplace, standing up with weak legs. As he stumbles up to the cabin, the world felt like it was spinning around him. His head felt like it was on a swivel, taking a foot and setting it on the first step to get up to his cabin. He takes a long, refreshing blink and stares at the steps. He wasn’t going to make it, not with how his body felt so heavy. He holds onto the railing and steps up to take a peek at Mark in his bed. The lights are off except a singular lantern as a night light. He’s sleeping.

Donghyuck wanders down the trail to meet Jeno, his legs wobbling like jelly. He spots the spark of a lighter in the forest and he shuffles into the woods. He trips over a few branches and he catches himself.

“You okay?” Jeno asks, holding back a drag of smoke.

“I’m drunk,” Donghyuck slurs.

“Shit,” Jeno packs his joint away and pulls the drunk boy up to his feet, carrying him by his side. They both sit on a clear path of grass. “Does it at least feel good?”

“It’s alright. I want to get high though,”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,”

“I’ll be okay,”

“You could green out, Haech,”

“I want it,” Donghyuck groans, reaching out for Jeno’s sandwich bag. He reluctantly pulls out the bag, glaring at Donghyuck before pulling out the joint. He sighs, rolling the mouthpiece between his fingertips.

“Promise nothing bad will happen?”

“I promise,”

Jeno hands Donghyuck the joint and a lighter. He takes the joint between his fingers and lights the end, taking a huge hit.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Jeno hurriedly rips the joint away from his lips, “That’s enough,” he slips it back into his brown bag. Donghyuck just lets him.

“Playground?” Jeno asks, rubbing his flushed cheeks.

“Let’s go to the football field,” Donghyuck slurs.

Jeno pulls up the wavy-haired and carries him by the side, wandering further down the trail to the field. It was quiet the whole way down, the chirping crickets louder than normal. Donghyuck itches his ears, the sharp clicking reverberating through his head. He sighs.

Finally, they lay down on the ground, their backs enveloped against the green grass. They stare at the night sky, the stars flickering throughout the silky above.

Jeno sighs blissfully, “I love nighttime,”

Donghyuck hums in agreement.

“Stars are so weird, like, by the time we see them twinkle, they’re already dead,”

Donghyuck hums. Jeno turns to look at him, his body sprawled against the grass.

“You okay?” Jeno asks.

“Mark kissed me,” Donghyuck smiles, his head twisting over to look at Jeno. The wavy-haired rubs his eyes, bloodshot and red. The world was still spinning around him. He did not need to take a hit of Jeno’s joint—it was way too much mixed with the alcohol Mark supplied him.

“Really?” Jeno’s just as high, without the weird side-effects of a beer or two.

“Yeah,” The wavy-haired mumbles. Jeno got a whiff of his scent. He smelled drunk off of Mark.

“And you liked it?” Jeno asks.

“I loved it. It was so romantic,”

“That’s nice. Hopefully you get to kiss again,” Jeno says. He shoves his hands in his coat, heaving a short sigh and watching the smoke dance above his lips. He smiles at the sky. The stars reminded Jeno of Donghyuck’s moles scattered about his face. “Can you show me how?”

“How he kissed me?”

“Yeah,” Jeno nods. “That’s not weird, right?”

“No. No, I don't think so,” Donghyuck shakes his head, crawing closer to Jeno, hovering over his chest.

“Yeah. Friends kiss, too,”

“Yeah,” The wavy-haired lays a hand over Jeno’s waist, pulling him close. Jeno's body felt light as a feather. His hand presses deeper into his waist, sliding down to his hips. He grabs him and holds him, letting out an exhale from how sharp his hips felt.

He leans in close, his lips parting open to take Jeno’s petals, who gulps and licks his lips. He waits for Donghyuck to make a move, feeling the warm touch of Donghyuck’s palm over his hips. His breath hitches, letting out a small exhale over Donghyuck’s lips.

He presses his lips against Jeno’s, taking his lips into his own. Jeno hovers a hand over the wavy-haired’s waist. He doesn’t know what it’s doing there but it felt like it was doing something.

Donghyuck lays closer to Jeno, slinging a leg over Jeno and sitting on his lap. He holds his jaw, hovering closer to Jeno’s frame and biting his lip. Mark didn’t do this, but God it felt so good.

His hands trail down Donghyuck’s body, his cold hands fitting through Donghyuck’s jacket and toasting up his skin. Jeno wraps his hands around the wavy-haired’s waist, squeezing him tight. The boy groans, pulling down on his lip and pinching him hard as he rocks over Jeno’s lap. A guttural moan escapes his lips, driving his hips harder into Donghyuck’s.

Donghyuck’s stomach gurgles. Jeno chuckles, squeezing his waist harder. Donghyuck gulps, his body tired and his lips slowing down, his stomach gurgling louder and swimming up to his throat. Jeno drives harder into Donghyuck’s crotch, his hard-on pushing against his pants. He groans loudly, pushing Donghyuck down on his pants.

Donghyuck felt like he was spinning, sweat beating down his forehead. A tight bulge in his stomach swims up his chest and up his throat. Fuck. Donghyuck shouldn’t have taken that hit.

He immediately disconnects their lips and a stream of liquid plunges into the grass from Donghyuck’s throat, burning his mouth. The stench was so bad Jeno instantaneously held his breath. It smelled like Donghyuck drank 20 cans of beer and hacked up a dead frog. He coughs into the grass and Jeno rubs his back, his hand trailing up his neck and to his hair, petting his curls. Jeno mumbles, “Shit. You okay?”

“I’m alright,” Donghyuck coughs, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

“We gotta get you back to your cabin,”

“Yeah,” Donghyuck agrees.

♱

Donghyuck lays down in his sleeping bag, pulling out his phone and scrolling through his social media apps. Texting his friends and snickering over stupid internet memes, Donghyuck accidentally turns on the volume of his phone. The music from the video blares in the cabin, causing Mark to shuffle in his sleeping bag. The wavy-haired shoves his phone under his pillow, hoping that Mark won't notice.

A few seconds pass and Donghyuck lets out a dreadful sigh. He pulls out his phone.

It buzzes in his palms, a notification noise resonating through the cabin.

“Haech?”

“Markie?”

“Is that your phone?”

“No,” He lies.

“Haechan,” Mark sits up and crawls over to his desk to flip on another lantern. The orange light illuminates the area. Mark stares directly at his phone and sends Donghyuck a disapproving look. “You're not supposed to have that,” He says sternly.

“I know,” Donghyuck sits up too, his phone tightly held in his palm.

“You know I have to tell Father about this,” Mark says, standing up. Donghyuck looks up at him, and he couldn't tell if Mark was drunk or flustered, but his face looked beet red. He stammers, “I'm going to have to take it. O-okay?”

“Okay. Are you drunk?” He asks dauntlessly, watching Mark take his phone and set it on his desk.

“No,” Mark lays down on his bed, “are you?”

“Yes,” Donghyuck nods.

“Really?” Mark asks, agitated.

“Yes,” He giggles, rubbing his red eyes.

“Go to bed, Haech,” Mark impatiently mutters.

“Goodnight, Markie,”

Mark tightens his grasp around his sleeping bag. Donghyuck didn't know if Mark liked it or hated it. The boy turns his neck to face Donghyuck.

“Goodnight,” He responds, annoyed. Mark nestles himself closer into his pillow.

“Night night,”

Mark sighs and Donghyuck smiles.

Chapter Text

The wavy-haired twirls a finger around a strand of hair, staring into the fireplace. His head was pounding and his eyesockets hurt like hell. He rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers. This hangover wasn’t going to leave him alone for the next decade.

The cabin door screeches open and Mark walks up behind him, gently pressing a cold water bottle up to his chest. Donghyuck takes it, looking up at him. Mark thinly smiles.

“You feeling okay?” He sits next to the wavy-haired boy in his lawnchair.

“I’m alright,” Donghyuck cracks open the bottle and takes a sip. It feels cold and refreshing on his tongue.

“Father told me you should join him for a confession,” Mark intones, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Donghyuck rolls his eyes. Mark doesn’t catch it. “I will not be joining him for a confession,”

“That’s okay,” The older mumbles, nodding gently.

He sighs. Does Mark want him to? Would it make him less mad? Should he? Thoughts race through his head as he glances at Mark, whose eyes are fixated on the fireplace. “Unless you want me to,”

“I don’t control you, Haech,” Mark responds, shaking his head as his gaze bores into the fire.

“Do you think I should?”

“I would if I were you,”

“Okay.. I will,” Pushing a foot into the grass, Donghyuck mutters, “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m not mad,”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” Mark rests a hand over Donghyuck’s, and Donghyuck laces their fingers together.

♱

“Therefore do not let sin reign in your mortal body so that you obey its evil desires. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness, but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life; and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness. For sin shall no longer be your master, because you are not under the law, but under grace,” Mark looks up at Donghyuck, whose fist is propping up his head, his fingers twirling his pen against the table. “Thoughts?”

Donghyuck sighs, “Sounds good,”

Mark glances at his own Bible, looking at all of his sticky notes and highlighter stains shoved into his book, compared to Donghyuck, who has absolutely nothing. Mark knew that Donghyuck knew that the members of the church were encouraged to annotate their Bibles. “Have you gotten very far in your Bible?”

“Not really. I don't have time to read all of it,” Donghyuck sighs.

Mark lets out a small oh. “You must be really busy, then,”

“Sometimes,” He shrugs.

“What's in the way?” Mark asks.

“I guess nothing. I just don't want to read it. Do you really believe in everything it says?” The wavy-headed asks, twirling a strand of hair with his fingers.

“Not everything,” Mark replies.

“Why not?”

“Well, I don't agree with Leviticus 18:22, or John 5:12,” The boy closes his Bible. It was clear that Donghyuck didn't have the patience for Bible study today.

“Whatever that means,” Donghyuck mumbles, immediately closing his Bible after Mark. “I don't see the point in reading the bible. It's so long and I have to decode everything it's saying,” He pouts.

“I think that's the beauty in it,” Mark smiles. Donghyuck thinks he’s crazy.

“How? If the bible doesn't have straight answers I'm not reading it,” He pushes his Bible away.

Mark smiles, “The Bible can be confusing sometimes. You don't have to decode everything it's saying. It's okay to leave some things a mystery,”

“That's not very comforting. I thought that was what religion was for,”

The older boy chuckles, “You have to be comfortable with being uncomfortable sometimes,”

“How long has it taken you to read it?”

“Maybe a year,”

“No thanks,” Donghyuck goes back to slouching over the table with his fist upon his cheek.

“Haech,” Mark says, a disapproving tone in his voice, “It takes a lot of time but it's worth it,”

“Not to me,” The tanned boy packs his Bible away.

Mark chuckles as he also packs his Bible away, swinging his bag around his back. They meet by the door, with Mark glancing over Donghyuck’s moles, his hair, his lips. Hesitating, Mark gently holds Donghyuck by the cheek, reaching his lips closer to his, pressing their lips together. It’s quick and it’s loving, and Donghyuck feels like he just kissed an angel.

“Thanks,” Donghyuck mutters. He doesn’t know why he’s thanking Mark. It just feels right.

“You’re welcome,” Mark smiles, twisting the door open and exiting the study room with Donghyuck, who’s only a few steps behind him. The tanned boy pauses, immediately walking closer up to Mark as his eyes connect with Jeno’s, who’s playing foosball across the lobby.

Jeno jogs up to Donghyuck, who’s trying his hardest to not pay attention to him, his eyes glued in the opposite direction of Jeno. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Haechan?” Jeno calls, holding out his hand and twisting Donghyuck around by his shoulder. The boy gasps, shooing Jeno off of his shoulder. His hand on Donghyuck’s skin felt scorching hot like fire, burning him.

“Hey,” Donghyuck says. Jeno could tell he did not want to see him or talk to him by the tone of his voice.

“Listen,” Jeno glances at Mark, who’s right next to Donghyuck. He lowers his voice so only Donghyuck can hear, or, so Mark knows this is only for Donghyuck to hear, “can we just forget what happened?”

Donghyuck holds onto Mark’s hand. Mark squeezes them together. “Yeah. It was nothing. Right?” He chuckles with embarrassment, itching the back of his head.

“Right.. Let's just- take a day off,”

“That's a good idea,” The tanned boy nods.

“Okay. See you later, Hyuck,”

“See ya,” Donghyuck waves at him, and Jeno waves at Mark. He walks away to play more foosball and the couple walk out of the camp center to the lake, their feet buried in the sand.

Their legs rub against each other and Donghyuck wishes they could stay like this forever. Their feet touching and their hands intertwined, Donghyuck lays his head over Mark's shoulder.

“So, what happened with your friend?” Mark asks.

“I'd rather not talk about it,” Donghyuck mumbles, “we were just being stupid,”

“Okay,” Mark gazes out into the horizon, finding a few fish soaring over the water. He smiles. “Do you want to swim?”

“If we swim, you won't be able to shower after,” Donghyuck giggles, pressing his leg closer onto Mark's. Mark reciprocates.

“You're right,” The older boy sighs. “We could shower together,” He facetiously nudges Donghyuck’s shoulder.

“You're okay with that?” The tanned boy nudges him back.

“I'm okay with that,”

“Alright,” Donghyuck shrugs, standing up and brushing off the sand on his legs. Mark follows him into the water after they both take off their shirts, their pants, their shoes and socks, running into the water half-naked. It felt colder than before, with more damselflies hovering over the shimmer of the water.

Donghyuck stays close to Mark, who happens to be his personal heater. The water felt warmer like this, with Mark by his side.

The boy kisses Donghyuck's cheek before swimming farther into the lake, his legs meeting seaweed. The wavy-haired brushes a hand through his locks, looking both ways before calling for Mark.

“What?” Mark yells.

“I don't want to go out that far!”

“Then don't!” Mark chuckles.

“But I miss you,” Donghyuck whines.

He swims back to the tanned boy, hugging him and locking his arms around his shoulders for a piggy back ride.

“Why don't you like it down there?” He asks.

“The seaweed is scary,”

“Do you want comfort?”

“Yes,” Donghyuck brushes through the boy's hair.

“Hebrews 10:36, ‘For you have the need of endurance-’”

Donghyuck playfully slaps him on his shoulder, “No!”

“I thought you said you wanted comfort,”

“Not like that,”

“You said the Bible isn't comforting so I'm showing you it is comforting,”

“I don't go to the bible for comfort. I want comfort from you,”

Mark lays a hand over Donghyuck's arm, rubbing him soothingly, “The seaweed won’t hurt you. It’s just algae,”

“I still don't want to go in,” Donghyuck says.

Mark swims away from the seaweed, feeling Donghyuck's grasp loosen around his frame.

The tanned boy kisses Mark's neck as a thank you, and Mark hums with delight. Donghyuck's plump petals felt like feathers against his skin, tickling him gently. The boy dances down Mark's jawline and finally kisses him on the lips, taking in his strong scent overpowering the lake's perfume. Donghyuck was impressed, if anything. The lake smells heavily of fish and seaweed.

Mark pets Donghyuck's hair, desperately holding him closer and pressing their petals so closely Mark thought he'd cut them. The wavy-haired's breath hitches, a small groan slipping away from his throat.

They disconnect slowly, with Donghyuck still yearning for Mark's mouth on his, lustfully looking into his eyes for more. He felt so hot and greedy, leaning in for one more kiss. Mark lets him take it, he couldn't deny those beautiful, chocolate globes ogling up at him.

In fact, he felt like he needed them.

♱

Mark peels off his pants and his underwear, slipping them down to his ankles. Donghyuck looks away to his towel in the corner of the shower, listening to Mark mumble about the temperature of the water, letting out a shaky sigh and unnecessarily folding his towel, placing his clean clothes on the terrycloth, organizing his soap next to his hair products. Mark starts to hum a wispy tune as Donghyuck slips off his socks, setting them on the wooden bench.

He eventually gets undressed and patiently waits for Mark to finish getting himself soaked up, biting his lip at the sight of Mark's broad and chiseled shoulders. Donghyuck slips into the shower after Mark is done, getting wet as Mark lathers soap up and down his body. Donghyuck could feel his stomach do a backflip.

Mark comes in close to wash off his body, lathering a glob of shampoo in his hands. He presses his hands into Donghyuck's hair and massages the shampoo into his locks, gently pressing his fingers onto his scalp. The wavy-haired lets him, scrunching up his face at the smell of his shampoo. It smells vibrant, to say the least.

They rinse off and Mark gently cards the conditioner through his hair, soaking up his locks thoroughly. He twists a finger around his curls to define them, scrunching them like how he was taught.

“You normally do that after rinsing, y'know,” Donghyuck smiles.

“I know. I'm just practicing,”

Even after the shower, Mark can't keep his hands out of Donghyuck's hair, scrunching his hair into a crisp wave.

Even after the shower, Donghyuck can't keep Mark out of his head, imagining a world where he's his boyfriend.

♱

“Jeno?”

The boy whips around, letting a lung-full of smoke spill out of his nose. Donghyuck walks closer to him.

“Hey,” Jeno immediately turns to look at the echoing waves, itching the back of his head. Donghyuck sits next to him on the bench.

It was awfully quiet, the serene humming of the lake kissing their ears, a few birds chirping and lightning bugs buzzing. Donghyuck tries to scoot closer to Jeno. Jeno scoots away. He accepts his position and looks down at the tall grass over the edge of the wooden fence before them.

Donghyuck kicks his legs, “So… whatcha up to?-”

“Me? Uh, nothing,” The boy shoves his joint in his sandwich bag. Donghyuck holds out a hand to take it.

Jeno gives it to him.

Donghyuck takes a small hit and Jeno lets out a relieved breath.

“How's your cabin?” He hands the joint back to Jeno.

He shoves it in his brown bag, “Fine. How about you?”

“Same here,”

Jeno joins in kicking his legs, a foot drilling into the grass. He gazes everywhere that's not in Donghyuck's direction, staring up at the young, night sky. He loves listening to the crickets when he's not high. Otherwise, they're too loud.

“Listen, I know what we did was fucked,” Donghyuck says, his voice low and calm. Jeno nods and keeps his eyes glued on the trees. “I don't want that to ruin us, though,”

“We're not ruined,” They both knew that was a lie.

“Oh really? Why are you sitting so far away, then?”

“I like having my own space,”

“Not before I kissed you,”

“It's fine, Hyuck. Nothing changed,”

“Okay,” Donghyuck carves sporadic lines into the dirt with his shoe, wiping it clear like a whiteboard before drawing more lines. The tension in the air is palpable. Donghyuck has never felt so awkward and uncomfortable around Jeno. They felt like strangers now.

“I'll see you later,” Jeno mumbles, standing up with his hands in his pockets, crinkling onto his brown bag. He turns around to walk away.

“See ya– stay safe!” Donghyuck says, turning to look at Jeno gradually walking away, his frame smaller with every step.

The wavy-haired sighs into his hands, rubbing his eyes before taking a quick walk around the camp site, kicking a few pebbles with his shoes. He knew Jeno would never reach back out to him after that. His heart hurt at the thought.

He exhales thankfully at the sight of his cabin.

Donghyuck jogs up the stairs and swings open the door, his eyes landing on a view of Mark with his hand over his pink cock, quickly pumping over his length forcefully. His mouth is agape and his dick looks like it's seconds away from bursting with ecstasy, like a ticking bomb about to explode. The wavy-haired gasps in shock and immediately exits, slamming the door shut.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry,” Donghyuck says, holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He blinks. Mark looked... hot. He adjusts his own crotch from the pool of blood rushing down his dick, taking a shaky breath.

Mark pulls up his pants and opens the door, “Haech, I'm sorry– I'm so sorry,”

“It's okay,” Donghyuck nods. It was and it wasn't at the same time—Donghyuck had a problem not being able to see more of his cock, but he didn't expect to see it so quickly.

“I'm so sorry, please forgive me,” He holds onto Donghyuck’s hands, and the tanned boy wonders where else his hands have been. A wave of blood gushes into his veins at the thought.

“Mark, it's fine–”

“Haech, I don't know what I was thinking, I– I gave into temptation, I'm sorry,”

“It's no big deal,” It was indeed a big deal. Donghyuck needs to see more.

“Are you sure?”

“I'm sure,”

“Okay,” Mark heaves a breath, “Okay, good,” he smiles.

They both head inside and get ready for the night, donning pajamas, lighting lanterns, and slipping into bed. With Mark flipping through a few pages of his Bible to calm his mind, Donghyuck holds onto a stuffed animal, watching Mark highlight and annotate his book.

He swings out of his sleeping bag and shuffles over to Mark, rolling onto his sleeping bag and hugging him close, feeling his comforting warmth as his hands secure a spot around his waist. The boy chuckles, scooting over so Donghyuck can relax in his bed.

Mark hums a few personal scriptures and eventually Donghyuck runs a soothing leg over Mark's, who lets out a small exhale, rubbing his fingers over his forehead. He gulps.

The tanned boy didn't think he had such control over Mark, but he could tell he was pushing Mark over his limit, his fingers wrapping in his hair. He wants him to give in. He wants him to say yes when he should be obedient and say no.

Donghyuck wraps an arm around Mark and pulls him closer, feeling his hot skin. The boy idles closer, letting Donghyuck take him in and hold his chin. Their eyes connect, with Mark's eyes dilating at the contact. The tanned boy grins and kisses him easily, their lips moulding gently. Mark presses his petals harder, a feverish hum escaping his throat. Donghyuck relentlessly slings a leg over Mark's, flipping them over and pressing Mark's back onto the bed, kissing down his neck.

The boy's breath felt hot and wispy on Donghyuck's skin, sending a warm shock down his spine and curving into his dick. He quickly kisses down Mark's built frame, his hands faithfully roaming over the boy's hips, gazing up at him, spellbound, pulling on his clothes under impulse. Donghyuck slaps wet, sloppy kisses under Mark's shirt, on his peach fuzzed midriff, slipping a finger under his hemline and craning his pants down.

Mark knew better than to rebel, to ignore his saviour’s word, but Mark never knew how good it would feel, to feel passionate lips against his vessel, to feel lustful inside his temple. A fiery burn of desire encompasses his cock, rushing up his lungs and preventing him from taking the smallest breath as Donghyuck's tongue trails down his midriff. Mindlessly, the wavy-haired's haste fingers spring Mark's cock out of his pants, a wave of cold air kissing down his beating warmth. Donghyuck's eyes flicker up at Mark, whose head lulls back to gracefully chant a lowered hum.

“Out of the heart of men,” Mark breathes a shaky breath, his fingers trembling feverishly in Donghyuck's locks, “forn–ication… las- lasciviousness, blas–phemy, p-pride,” he chants with Donghyuck's desperate thumb trailing down a single blue vein in his eager cock, “defile the man,” he moans, his fingers heedlessly wrapping around the wavy-haired's curls.

Donghyuck wraps his lips down Mark's beating cock, his tongue gently taking all of his length. Mark lets out a sinful moan, his hips rocking to the tempo of Donghyuck's wet throat, fucking his mouth open. He murmurs, “O‐or do you not know that the unrigh–teous will n-not inherit the king–dom,” his grasp around Donghyuck's hair wavers as another lustful moan escapes his lips, “of God?.. N-neither the sex–ually immoral, n-nor idolaters… nor ahh- adulterers, nor t-the greedy… will inherit,” he whispers, shoving another hand in Donghyuck's hair. The wavy-haired slowly pumps his head down into his shaft, his nose nuzzling into the boy's black, curly hair painting up to his belly button, “the k-kingdom of G-God,” he mutters, a high-pitched whine escaping his throat.

Donghyuck picks up his pace, his hand palming his warm ballsack, a sultry moan slipping out of his throat. His hand crawls up to Mark's chest, feeling his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage, his breath rigid and unrhythmic, reflexively whining at each pump of his pink cock. Donghyuck's mouth felt warm and unchaste, his tongue licentious and soaked.

Mark groans, “For G-God will judge the sex–ually immoral-”

Donghyuck slaps a hand over Mark's lips, shutting him up and licking his cock from his tapered shaft to his aching tip. His eyes unwavering from Mark's as he mutters, “I don't want to hear any of this god talk,”

The boy runs a hand through his own hair as the tanned boy spits on his soaked cock, pumping a fist over his length a few times to lube him up. Mark whines, desperately holding onto Donghyuck's hand and miserably failing to remove his palm from his lips, his eyes rolling back in pleasure from Donghyuck's throat full of his twitching cock.

“Haech, I,” Mark mumbles, and the wavy-haired presses his hand closer to his mouth. He groans, sucking harder over Mark's length, his hand palming his ballsack with more pressure. A pathetic, lecherious, sinful vibration echoes through Mark's mouth, reverberating through the cabin and aching for Donghyuck to suck deeper.

The boy gulps, his legs quivering around Donghyuck's frame, his eyes wrenching shut at the feeling of his mouth pumping down his length perfectly. Donghyuck is sinful. Lustful. He's dirty.

His cock twitches in his mouth, pressing Donghyuck closer to his warmth as a sudden squelch of cum escapes his cock, plunging into Donghyuck's throat unexpectedly. The tanned boy ensures that not a single lick of cum is going to waste, driving his nose into Mark's patch of hair on his midriff, swallowing every single drop. He gently slides off his cock.

Donghyuck holds Mark's jaw, wispily kissing him.

“Haech, please,” Mark moans.

“What is it, baby?” He kisses Mark's cheek.

“Sin… Sin,” He chants.

“Sin?”

“I, I have to tell Father,” Mark whines.

“No you don't,” Donghyuck crawls closer to the boy, hovering over him and pushing him down on the bed.

Mark shoves his embarrassingly soft dick in his pants, “Yes I do,”

“No you don't. It's fine. We wanted it, right?”

“That's the problem. We wanted it,”

“Mark,” Donghyuck deadpans, “We wanted it and it's fine. We're fine,”

“No, we're not fine. I'll never be forgiven if I don't confess,”

“Mark, please, no,”

“Haech, I gave into temptation, I, I'm so sorry,” He covers his face.

“You don't really believe in that shit, right?” Donghyuck removes his hands from his face.

“What? Of course I do,”

“Mark,” He deadpans, “you don't need to be forgiven,”

“Yes I do! I was doing so good,”

“What?”

“I always give into temptation. I always fall into sin,”

“Probably because you're human and these things are normal. You don't have to resist wanting something,”

“But I don't want to live in mortal sin. I need to confess,”

“Fine. But don't mention me,”

“I won't. I promise,”

Donghyuck wraps a pinky around Mark's, squeezing him tight. Mark squeezes harder.