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upping the drama

“You might want to be less obvious.”

Jeongguk blinks, looks at his buddy. Jinyoung’s got dark circles under his eyes— which is probably his fault, always wakes him up in the middle of the night.

“What?”

“With Jimin.”

Oh.

Fuck, he knows?

Jinyoung stands up then, shakes one of the tent poles to test the strength of the frame, doesn’t elaborate at all.

Jeongguk’s pulse quickens by the second. He glances around, makes sure no one is listening in, then takes a step closer.

“What do you mean?”

Jinyoung looks at him, not even a smidge of any type of emotion behind his eyes. He shakes his head.

“Just be careful.”

That’s all he gets.

Jinyoung pats his shoulder,  then walks past him into the tent.

Fuck.

His heartbeat slams against his ribs.

If it’s obvious for his bunk buddy, there’s no telling what the other members might think.

And if the other members know, then maybe the reason their sergeant separated Jimin and him isn’t just because of their fuck up during patrol.

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Once he’s done with his tent he makes his way over to Jimin, who’s still setting up his and Donghyuk’s tent.

“Hey.” He nudges Jimin’s shoulder. “Can we talk?”

Jimin whips his head towards him, a look in his eyes that he can’t really place.

“Yeah later— just, help me put the stakes in.” Jimin hands him a few, turns away quickly. “I’ll do the other side.”

Jeongguk stares at Jimin’s back, watches him walk away. The corner of his mouth pulls down a little.

Are they back to square one? Jimin finally broke yesterday, but now he’s avoiding him again.

He sighs, looks down at the stakes in his hand, and just gets to work.

Sooner or later they’re going to have to talk though, why does Jimin always delay the moment?

“Don’t you have to set up your own tent?”

A voice calls. He doesn’t have to look to know it’s Donghyuk— that annoying tone is a dead giveaway.

He shoots a glance over his shoulder, pokes his tongue in his cheek.

“Mine’s done. Just helping out.”

He shrugs, just puts another stake in the ground. But a presence creeps up on him from behind anyway, sends a shiver down his spine.

“Don’t think I don’t know you want to sleep with your precious boyfriend.” Donghyuk keeps his voice low. “I’ll keep him warm for you.”

His breath hitches, body freezes on the spot.

First Jinyoung, now Donghyuk?

Of all fucking people, Han Donghyuk.

He turns around quickly, clenches his fist around one of the stakes. He can’t let him spread a rumour like that.

Donghyuk raises a brow, a disgusting curl of the corner of his mouth.

“Gonna stab me with that, Jeon?”

Oh, he would. His hand trembles a little, but he wills it to stay put.