Jisung crashed his and Minho's lips together, savouring the taste he could never get used to. His hand weakened against Minho's shirt and he dragged it down to his thigh, squeezing it.

Minho let out a moan and pulled away. "Jisung, don't be naughty." He spoke with hungry eyes and a quiet voice.

He harshly grabbed Jisung by the waist and crashed their bodies together. "That's my job." He winked before pulling Jisung's face towards him and pushing his lips onto his own.

"Hey! You two!"

Jisung pulled away from Minho Immediately upon hearing the voice of the angry adviser. He had obviously seen the two, Jisung was mortified. A red tint spread onto his face.

The adviser came closer to them, heavy feet trudging through the wet, long, grass. Jisung and Minho now stood side by side, facing the him, though eyes not meeting him. Minho didn't look one bit affected.

"What the hell was that." The adviser spat.

Jisung looked toward Minho as a silent signal for help.

Minho seemed to receive it and he confidently answered with, "that, sir, was two boys kissing."

Jisung mentally face palmed. They were going to get into so much trouble.

"I know that Lee Minho, don't be smart with me now boy. The camp rules state that there is to be no physical contact between couples." He crossed his arms.

"Well I don't exactly care so much for the stupid rules sir." He grabbed jisung's hand and held it up for the adviser to see, "this" he looked down at Jisung with so much love captured in his eyes, "is my boyfriend. And only he can tell me what I can and can't do."

Jisung's heart fluttered. His small hand felt so warm inside Minho's and he didn't want him to let go.

Lee Minho! Are you trying to get yourself suspended from this camp!

"Sir I-" Minho was suddenly cut off by wind beating his face. Jisung was running away from the adviser at full speed, dragging Minho along behind him.

Jisung had never felt so free before, he felt a rush of adrenaline kick in as he heard his name being called multiple times by the adviser who he had just ran away from. The callings got quieter and quieter and in no time, they reached the playground close to the campsite.

Jisung stopped, still holding Minho's hand, and they were both panting, trying to catch their breaths.

"Jisung," Minho said, still trying to catch his breath "you are so full of surprises." He smiled his beautiful smile, again, making Jisung's heart flutter.

Chan took another long swig out of the almost empty glass bottle. He drank the last of it and smashed it against the wall beside him just like all of the others.

"Chan it's time to stop."

Chan sat up on the couch and glared at Changbin, standing a good ten metres away from him with his arms crossed. Chan pointed a shaking finger at him, slowly raising his head "you...it's you." Chan suddenly felt angered. "You touched him! YOU ASSHOLE! YOU MADE FELIX CRY." Chan was now standing and tears were threatening to fall.

He was now shaking in anger, he needed something to take it out on. He turned around and punched the wall, leaving a big hole.

He walked up to Changbin, taking big steps, and grabbed him by the throat with one hand. "If I ever see your fucking filthy hands on him again, you won't see the light of the next day." He threatened in a low voice. His hand tightened, he thought about how Felix was bundled into the corner of the building outside of the club, head in between his knees. He couldn't let go. His vision became blurry.

Changbin's hands were slapping against Chan's arm, his veins popping. It had only been a couple of hours that Chan had been gone for, and Changbin was already trying to steal Felix.

Changbin's face started to turn purple, Chan let go of his hold, dropping Changbin to the floor, and walked out the door, slamming it.

Chan had stumbled his way to the bar, tripping over the cracks in the concrete but catching himself before he could fall. Alcohol. That's what he needed. And a lot of it. He wanted to drink until he was dead.

He made it to a club and sat down at the bar, struggling to get onto the tall, black seat. "I'll have two of the drink with the most alcohol" he slurred out, laying his head on the bench.

A female bartender walked up to him, "rough day?"

He pushed himself up onto his elbows and got a proper view of the lady. She was pretty.

"Well hello there. I'm chan, nice to you meet. I mean. You to nice meet." Chan couldn't get the words right in his head.

The lady giggled before her eyes became wide, as if she realised something. "Chan," she gripped his arm, "do you know someone called Felix?"

Felix. Chan missed him. He frowned. "Feliiiiix, my Felix. I want Felix." He pouted.

The girl took her hand away and looked at Chan in what he thought could've been sympathy. "Felix asked me earlier if there was someone called Chan who came here often."

Felix was thinking about him? Chan missed Felix. "I miss Feliiiiix my babbbyyyyy. I wanna hUG HiM. FUCKKK."

"Chan, I think he's looking for you. You should find him."

"No." He stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms. "I will be strong without him, i can forget about him."

"But why?"

Chans vision blurred, he didn't feel any tears, but he felt drips come off his chin. "Because if I get close to him, my father will hurt him." His voice cracked at the end of his sentence. "I don't want him to get hurt because of me."

Chan was now sobbing. He wanted to numb the pain. The girl had poured him a drink and he downed it, not even knowing what it was, and asked for more.

He was going to drink until he could not feel the loss of Felix. The pain of losing him.

DANG WHO ELSE IS CRYING BECAUSE I AM