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avengerofyourheart · 7 years

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Leave This Town Pt 11 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Steve (mentioned)

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff, small cliffhanger? oops.

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Oof. This part was a bit of a struggle with a lot going on in my work and personal life. Thank you for your understanding when I needed to extend my usual posting deadline. I really hope you enjoy this part and I love any feedback you have to share! I love you all!!! <3

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Previously:

“Hi. You made it,” you said with a laugh, beaming.

“I did,” he said with a chuckle. “Made good time, too. Just couldn’t wait any longer to get to you,” he admitted, capturing your lips in another kiss.

Breaking apart, you finally took in the vehicle that had brought him here with a wide smile. “Is that what I think it is?”

He smirked then, turning towards the car but keeping an arm around your waist. “Yup. The Impala.”

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“It’s….it’s incredible. I can’t believe you finished it! I didn’t see it at the shop when I was there, though,” you inquired, still in disbelief that you were finally holding Bucky in your arms here in the City of Angels.

“Well,” he began with a quirked eyebrow, “It still wasn’t much to look at for a long time, but once I decided to come out here, I knew I wanted to arrive in style,” he grinned, squeezing you tighter to his side.

“And you’ve succeeded. You did all this yourself in 6 weeks?” you asked, reaching a hand out to caress the shiny black paint of the hood.

“No, not alone. And it took longer than that. I did finally have the time to work on it slowly once I had help, but I spent the past month showing Pete how to rebuild an engine and this was the perfect way to do that. I found a good parts dealer and once it was drivable, I took it to a place a few hours away and did the paint job myself. They only charged me for materials,” he declared proudly with a smile.

“It’s amazing. You’re amazing,” you stated, turning back toward him and raising a hand to thread your fingers in his chestnut strands. “I’ve missed you so much.”

His only response was to pull you close and capture your lips with his, pulling your body flush against his. You were lost in each other once again before you remembered your possible audience and reluctantly took a step back.

You cleared your throat with a smile and turned back toward the Impala. Leaning down to glance into the car’s black leather interior, your gaze lingered on the back seat that held so many memories. You straightened up then and grasped Bucky’s hand in yours. “We’ll have to take it for a ride. Later,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows, which made him laugh. His throaty chuckle was one of your favorite sounds in the world.

“Absolutely,” he replied with a grin. Bucky dropped your hand then, walking around and popping the trunk. He retrieved his duffle bag and, to your surprise, his guitar nestled in a hard black case. He noticed your reaction upon seeing the instrument and smirked. “You seemed to enjoy my last private performance,” he whispered and pecked a kiss to your lips.

You felt heat rise to your face at the memory and a familiar warmth in your belly began to flare. “I’m ready for an encore,” you answered coyly before leading him up the front step and into the house.

Bucky set his things in the living room and you gave him a short tour of the first floor, ending in the kitchen. Bucky offered to help finish the meal, but you assured him it was all under control. You told him he could take a seat at the table, but after sitting in the car for so many hours, he preferred to remain standing as he leaned against the counter and watched you. Feeling his eyes on you was plenty distracting, but he also happened to be wearing those jeans that hugged his thighs and backside perfectly along with a dark grey t-shirt that accentuated his muscular chest and arms.

A few finishing touches and you finally put all the food on the table with Bucky taking a seat across from you. He dove in, complimenting your cooking and grateful for a meal that didn’t come from a drive-thru. Not even fifteen minutes into dinner, though, you found that food was no longer your primary desire. Brushing your bare foot against his calf and then higher up past his knee, you noticed that Bucky had stopped eating and set down his fork.

You held his gaze and smirked at his reaction, stormy-grey eyes now merely a sliver with their color hidden by lust-blown pupils. He then quickly pushed his chair away from the table to stand as you did the same. Bucky tossed you over his shoulder, a squeal escaping your lips as he bounded up the stairs two at a time and easily found the bedroom down the hall.

Bouncing lightly as your back hit the mattress, you wasted no time to rid yourselves of restrictive clothing and grasped for one another, seeking skin against skin. Each touch felt brand new as you joined together, restoring what time and distance had separated over the torturous months apart.

Afterward as you settled into each others’ arms to rest, you inhaled deeply to calm your breathing. A hint of salty air touched your nose from the breeze slipping through the balcony door that was open a inch. Feeling whole once again with Bucky in your arms, you sighed contentedly and fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

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Brightness grew behind your lids bringing you slowly to consciousness before your lashes fluttered open. Gathering the sheet around you and glancing to the side, your foggy brain registered that Bucky was nowhere in sight. The sheets where he previously lay were cool and your brow furrowed in confusion until you took a deep breath and a delicious smell invaded your senses. Ripping the sheet free from the bed, you wrapped it around yourself and followed the scent downstairs to the kitchen.

Bucky stood at the stove wearing only a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips, his sculpted torso bare and glorious. The smell of pancakes made you salivate almost as much as the delicious man before you.

“What’s all this?” you asked in a raspy voice, finally announcing your presence.

“Good morning,” Bucky replied as he turned your way with a smile. “You made dinner last night so I thought I’d return the favor. Had to rummage through cupboards for a bit, but I found everything.” He closed the distance between you with spatula in hand, pressing a fiery and passionate kiss upon your lips. His free hand wandered underneath the sheet, seeking the supple flesh underneath.

“Mmm,” you groaned against his mouth. “I’ll definitely need those carbs if we’re gonna go another round,” you smirked, shoving him playfully.

“If?”

“When,” you said with a wink, then settling in a chair at the table while you watched him putter around your kitchen. It was a sight you could definitely get used to.

“So besides carb-loading and ‘another round’, what else is happening today?” he asked, sliding a few pancakes onto a large plate.

“Well, I was thinking maybe we could hit the beach later and then take a drive up the coast. We could do some of the tourist-y stuff, if you want. Rodeo Drive, Grauman’s Chinese Theatre with the Hollywood Walk of Fame, hike up to the Hollywood sign…I’ve done most of that stuff but tend to avoid those areas now because of traffic,” you answered with a shrug.

“I’m okay with whatever, as long as it’s with you,” Bucky smiled, pecking another kiss on your lips before setting down the plate and a bottle of maple syrup on the table. “The beach and a drive sounds good to me. Although, I didn’t bring any swim trunks. In fact, I’m not sure I own any…”

You snorted. “I figured as much, so I bought a few for you. Pick the ones you like and I’ll return the others,” you said, spearing a few pancakes and putting them on your own plate before grabbing the syrup.

“Thanks, doll.”

“You’re welcome,” you answered through a mouthful of fluffy pancakes.

He chuckled at that, then digging into his own plate. “So how does the premiere thing work tomorrow?”

You held up a finger as you struggled to chew and swallow a large bite of pancake, then clearing your throat. “Mm. Well, I have a wardrobe team coming in the morning. They’ll have a few suits for you to try on and they can make any small alterations. I gave them rough sizing for you, but without measurements it’s more of a challenge. I’ve already picked out a dress, so it’s just jewelry and shoes I’ll need to choose. We’ll start getting ready in the late afternoon, but have a few hours to ourselves if there’s something you want to do,” you finished, stuffing another heavenly bite of pancake in your mouth.

Bucky nodded, dragging a forkful of pancake through the pool of syrup on his plate. “Sounds good.”

You were distracted then. A drop of syrup fell from a bite an inch from your mouth with the sticky substance hitting your bare skin and disappearing underneath the sheet that covered you. “Damn,” you muttered, reaching for a napkin. “Now I’m all sticky.”

Bucky watched you as you pulled the sheet lower and failed to clean the drip. “I can think of a better way to clean that off,” he responded in a low voice, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.

You paused in movement and held his gaze, a smile stretching across your face as you shared the same thought. Pancakes forgotten, you leapt from the table with Bucky at your heels, barely pausing to grab the bottle of maple syrup. You squealed as he grabbed a handful of your sheet and you spun out of his grasp, running the last few steps without a stitch of clothing on as you headed for the bedroom.

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After your sticky, sensual adventures that late morning, you shared a shower and then got dressed for the beach. Bucky settled on a pair of dark blue board shorts that hit him just above the knee, but still thankfully accentuated his assets. You slipped on your swimsuit followed by a cover-up and grabbed towels, umbrella, sunscreen, a hat, and a few snacks before packing it all into the Impala.

The engine growled to life and you clapped your hands in glee, sliding in next to Bucky with his arm around you.

“It’s gorgeous, Bucky. Really. You did an amazing job restoring it,” you praised him, placing a hand on his thigh.

“Thank you,” he smiled gratefully with those laugh lines by his eyes making an appearance. You loved them even more when you knew you were the cause of them. “So where to?”

You directed him out of your neighborhood and onto the freeway heading toward a more secluded beach about ten minutes away that you had discovered a while back. Parking, you slipped off your sandals and linked your hand with Bucky’s as you strolled through the sand toward the water.

Dropping the towels and bags in the sand, you had set up a beach umbrella and laid down with your face in the shade while Bucky went into the water. It wasn’t long before a very wet Bucky shook his damp hair in your face and you jumped to your feet to retaliate. You spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other in the waves and splashing one another until you were both exhausted and soaked. The pair of you settled back on the towels as you made out lazily on the sand with hands wandering occasionally.

Eventually, the snacks were gone and you were both starving, so you gathered everything and crawled back into the Impala. Bucky drove under your direction to a casual sandwich shop a few miles away. You ate outside, watching the sun slip below the ocean until the sky was painted with pinks and oranges.

Darkness began to fall as Bucky drove up the coast with you by his side. He pulled over into a secluded, scenic overlook and killed the engine. Far from the city, you were finally able to see the stars begin to twinkle in the velvety sky, so you and Bucky got out and sat on the car’s trunk, laying on the back window wrapped in each other’s arms. Bucky shared the constellations he knew and pointed out visible planets at this time of year. He always loved space and was in awe of astronauts who had been there, the true heroes of our time according to him.

A shiver ran through you as the breeze picked up and Bucky pulled you closer, rubbing a hand over the goose bumped flesh of your arm with his lips finding yours. The kiss progressed until you hopped off the car and Bucky was holding the rear door open for you, climbing onto the familiar back seat. A little less head room with an actual roof, but you managed to recreate that sweaty goodbye over two years ago that had inexplicably led to this moment.

Each goodbye since then, no matter how impermanent, you had learned to appreciate each moment you spent together. You didn’t want to waste one second, one touch, one word. Which possibly prompted your unexpected confession in the back of the ’67 Chevy under the stars.

“I love you, Bucky.”

Your words hung in the air a short moment and you raised your head off his chest where it had been resting to meet his eyes. Perhaps you had expected shock or disbelief, but you only found the same expression of love most likely mirrored on your own face.

“I love you, too, Y/N,” he admitted, grasping the back of your head gently to capture your lips in a kiss to seal those first words of love into that perfect moment.

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The next morning, you were woken at 8am by a ring of the doorbell. Having neglected to set an alarm, you cringed at the sight of your morning hair and bags under your eyes in the mirror before rushing down the stairs, but at least it offered the miracle team a challenge. You let the team in and they brought garment bags, boxes full of shoes, and other accessories. They set up in the living room and you scampered back upstairs to gently wake Bucky, who was still sound asleep, with kisses and mild tickling. He grumbled and whined a bit, but eventually, you convinced him to lumber down the stairs and got him to try on some suits with the promise of some alone time soon.

You went into the kitchen and made some fruity kale smoothies for everyone, careful of any allergies or dietary issues. Presenting a glass of the frosty liquid to each person, you then tried on and selected a pair of shoes and jewelry for the premiere. The two tailors working on Bucky’s suit complained that they didn’t know your boyfriend’s shoulders were so wide or his thighs so thick, which just made you laugh as the long-haired brunet blushed at their comments.

An hour and a half later, you waved goodbye to the wardrobe team and thanked them for being willing to work so last minute. Both yours and Bucky’s outfits were laid out on the couch, pressed and ready for you to change into in a few hours.

Upon asking Bucky if there’s anything he wanted to do in the meantime, he simply answered that he wanted to stay in and watch a movie, which was perfectly fine with you. Bucky whipped up a simple lunch and you ate in the TV room while the movie played. It was a perfect, quiet afternoon in anticipation of the craziness to come later that night.

You were roused once again by the doorbell, having drifted off some time during the movie. Crawling off the couch slothfully, you then pulled Bucky up by his hands and stretched.

“The cavalry is here. Time to make us pretty,” you teased, pecking a kiss on his lips before leading him downstairs by the hand.

Hair and makeup had arrived along with one member of the wardrobe team to help you both dress. The whole process took about two hours involving Spanx, double-stick tape, and a lot more primping than you cared to do on a regular basis. With your hair and makeup flawless and strapped into an expensive dress that hugged you just right, you hardly recognized yourself in the full-length mirror. On nights like these, you weren’t actually yourself, but more like someone playing a part. It was all for show but you got to be a real life princess for the evening.

Utterly distracted by your own transformation, you looked up in surprise to see Bucky fully dressed and looking devastatingly handsome. His long, chestnut strands were slicked back into a small bun with a small amount of stubble on his chiseled jaw. The slate grey suit tapered gracefully from his wide muscular shoulders down to his trim waist with a crisp white shirt and tie underneath. Pants with a clean pleat down each leg were tailored perfectly, causing you to let out a low whistle and rotate your hand with one finger out so he would give you a stunning 360 degree view.

“Not bad, huh? They tried to make me shave, but…”

“Good. I’d fight for that stubble, too,” you grinned, biting your lip as a wave of lust pulsed through you. “You look incredible, Mr. Barnes,” you said as you stepped toward him, ignoring the protests of the woman still hemming a section of your dress.

“God, you look gorgeous in that dress,” Bucky stated with love in his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you gently. “I can’t wait to rip it off you later,” he added with a lustful whisper.

“Hey, no ripping. It’s a rental,” you spoke sternly. “But I can’t wait to get my hands under that suit either,” you said with a wink and then stepping back into place to have your hem repaired.

Fifteen minutes later, you had fixed your lipstick a few times after being unable to stop kissing your hunky boyfriend, but you were officially ready. You grabbed your clutch purse with the essentials and slid into the back of the chauffeured car that Tony had sent. Bucky wanted to drive, but you told him that parking was just too insane. He laughed at the fact that you had to slouch in your seat and avoid bending at the waist to prevent wrinkles. You swatted at his arm with a chuckle of your own, or as much as you could in your tight dress.

Your driver took you to the back entrance as per instructions, but you could see the madness of the red carpet with cars and people wrapped around the block. You thanked the driver and he handed you a card with the number to call when you were ready to leave. Looping your arm in Bucky’s, you both took a deep breath and approached the door where a security guard asked for your name and checked IDs. He opened the door with a nod and you stepped into the venue with another man directing you down the hall and into a reception room.

Bucky’s eyes grew wide to see the high-ceilinged room with crystal chandeliers and gilded doorways. Theaters like this were built specifically for these kind of premieres with an area for cocktails and canapés beforehand. Guests were dressed in their finest, sparkling and shining in every shade of gown for women and handsome men in suits from every designer. You noticed Bucky had stiffened slightly with a clench of his jaw, nervous to be in such an unfamiliar setting.

You gave his arm a squeeze and drew his attention to you until he met your gaze. “Hey. It’s not as intimidating as it looks. Tonight is a celebration and it should be for fun. If it’s not, you tell me and we can go, okay?” you offered.

He focused on you alone and took a deep breath, allowing himself to smile again. “I’m okay. But thank you. I love you,” he said quietly, carefully pecking a kiss to your painted lips without smudging them.

“I love you, too. Thank you for this. For coming all this way and supporting me, you have no idea what it means to me,” you assured him with a smile.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied.

“There you are, Y/N,” a voice spoke loudly as you saw a familiar face approaching.

“Hi, Tony,” you replied as he pulled you in for a loose hug and a peck on the cheek.

“You look ravishing, Y/N. Vastly different from the usual ‘haggard writer’ look I see through Skype while you’re begging me for a deadline extension,” he teased, smirking with a wink behind a pair of tinted glasses.

You rolled your eyes slightly, “Yes, well, we can’t all look as perfect as you at all times, Tony.”

“Seriously, though, you look lovely. And this must be the handsome distraction and the reason why I couldn’t get my writer to focus for half the year,” Tony joked as he turned his attention to Bucky.

“He’s kidding, Bucky,” you assured him when you saw your boyfriend blanch at your agent’s words. “I can distract myself from writing all by myself. Tony Stark, this is Bucky Barnes. Bucky, this is my agent, Tony,” you said in introduction as the two men shook hands.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark,” he said respectfully.

“Please, just call me Tony. And it seems you were a means of inspiration as well, so I guess I’ll forgive you. I have to go schmooze some more, but just a heads up, Rogers at 12 o’clock,” Tony leaned in to whisper those last few words before he walked away with a nod.

Your eyes flew wide and within seconds, you discovered the man’s perfectly styled dirty-blond hair and a pair of bright blue eyes met yours from across the room. He smiled and raised a hand in greeting before making his way toward you.

“Is that Steve Rogers?” Bucky asked with a tone of admiration in his voice. “Looks like he’s headed this way. Are you two close friends?”

“Um…” you hesitated, watching Steve’s progress across the room as he continued to shake hands and greet people along the way. “About that. There’s something I should probably tell you…”

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Part 12>>>

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Aaahh!!! I know, sorry about that cliffhanger but it had to be done! Still planning on just one more part to go and I do hope I can have it done for next Monday, but no guarantees. I’m actually headed on vacation for the whole week and while I hope I can do some writing, I’m not sure right now. I love each and every one of you and your love for this series! It’s become quite the monster to write but I’ve loved every minute of it. Any feedback is appreciated and thank you so much for reading. :)

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m0onbean · 7 years

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Bonfire (Camp Counselor AU!) Chapter 4

category: floofy

pairing: sanha X reader

warnings: cussing

note: WOW I FINALLY UPDATED THIS SERIES! sorry it took so long... i lost inspiration to write anymore, was caught up in requests, and a whole bunch of other shit. enjoy!

What you expected for your first night at Camp Moon was definitely not a shirtless MJ running around the cabin clanging pots and Moonbin screaming BTS lyrics.

"EXTRA PLUS ORDINARY... GEUGEOTTO BYEOL GEO ANYEOOOO!!"

Groaning, you used the pillow you brought from home to muffle your ears. "DO NOT WAKE ME UP UNLESS YOU ARE RAP MONSTER."

Hurt, Moonbin clenched his chest but left the room anyways. You heard groaning from above you which reminded you of Sanha's presence.

"Good morning Sanha," you sighed and started to climb out of your scrambled bed. You heard some shuffling of blankets above you and a lengthy yawn. Chuckling, you finally manage to leave the room to brush your teeth and get ready for the day.

When you finished and closed the lights to the restroom, you were taken aback by the glowing face standing in the door way.

"AH!" You yelped and stumbled back. Upon closer inspection, you realized that it was just Rocky... being Rocky.

His customized flashlight was shining under his chin and he was smiling mischievously. "Good morning (Y/N), ROCKY SWAG. It's currently 6 am, congrats for waking up earlier than Sanha!"

"Kinda difficult to not wake up when MJ is literally slamming metal pots together and Moonbin is screaming lyrics to Not Today," you sarcastically replied and headed back towards Sanha's room.

Rocky chuckled and followed behind you, "Be prepared for that every weekday morning. Which reminds me..." he pulled out a crumpled paper from his hoodie pockets and tried to straighten it out. After failing at straightening out the completely wrecked piece of paper, he just handed it to you.

You looked over it curiously and saw that it was a document that held this entire week's schedule. "Right now we're going to eat breakfast in the mess hall and come back and start preparing for our kids to arrive later at 12," Rocky explained as you read everything.

Nodding your head, you attempted to fold it neatly and place it in your pockets. "Sounds great! I'm excited to meet our kids."

He smiled, "They're always wonderful every year. By the way, since we have some time, head over to the office to get your own flashlight right now."

Obeying him, you quickly changed into a shirt, jeans, and hoodie, and marched down to the office. As you headed there, you caught a glimpse of the other camps' cabins. They were of all different sizes, representing how many people were in each camp. Clearly, Camp Moon had the smallest cabin, but possibly the nicest one.

At a glance, Camp Sun's cabin could definitely be mistaken for an office. It was no wonder why you accidentally approached them first, mistaking them as the office instead of an ACTUAL cabin. It was ENORMOUS. Different flyers and posters were taped on the front door and it basically gave off that official vibe.

A shiver ran down your spine when you were reminded of your encounter with Howie. To think that you shook his hand even frightens you to this day,

Upon arriving at the office, you noticed some adults working at the front desk, occupied with their work. You opened the glass door to be welcomed with a powerful heater blasting warmth. Sighing in relief, you walk up to one of the workers and greet them.

The woman had round glasses on, brown bangs, and a cute camp outfit. "Hi my name is Leslie, nice to meet you!" she shook your hand and sweetly smiled.

"Nice to meet you too! My name is (Y/N), I'm new here." you cheerfully replied.

"Ah, are you the new Moon everyone's been talking about?"

You were caught off guard. "H-huh?"

Leslie cocked her head at your unawareness. "Yeah! Everyone's been talking about how Camp Moon finally got a new member after years... and how it's a girl!"

Scratching the back of your neck, you looked down to the floor in embarrassment. "Oh... yeah. That's me."

"Well, welcome! It's really amazing how you fit into that camp. I'm in Camp Venus, I just got duty to work in the office for now."

"Oh, nice! About that, I'm here to customize my flashlight."

"Okay, follow me!" she gestured you to another room where different sorts of machines lined up against the wall. Shelves and cabinets were everywhere, making the room really look like an arts and crafts room.

"What color do you want your flashlight to be?" Leslie asked while looking through the different cabinets.

"What colors have been taken already?" you asked while watching her.

She hums and takes out a document. "Jinjin took green, MJ yellow, Eunwoo blue, Moonbin black, Rocky red, and Sanha pink." (these are based on their power ranger colors from ASTRO OK READY)

"I'll take white then," you answered while remembering how Sanha showed you his snazzy pink flashlight.

Leslie nodded while scribbling on her notebook. "I'll make the flashlight right now and give it to you during lunch."

Thanking her, you were about to turn out the door before she stopped you.

"Wait... You know Jinjin right?" she hastily asked and a pink tint rose on her small face.

You rotated your body to face her again. "Yeah. The one who talks slowly right?"

She laughed, mouth curling up and eyes smiling. "Yup, that's him! He's always been like that."

"What about him?"

"Oh... u-uh... can you ask if..." she shyly lowered her voice. "-he likes me?"

Upon arriving at the cabin, you saw that everybody had woken up and was running around the house in a rush. They all screamed good morning at you not before rushing in and out doors.

"What's going on?" you asked curiously while dodging all of their movements.

"We're behind schedule!" Eunwoo screeched while trying to pull up a sock on his foot.

Shoving your hands in your pockets, you took the crumpled schedule out and tried to read the text. Indeed, you all were supposed to be at the mess hall by now.

"It's all because Sanha couldn't get out of bed earlier!" Rocky whined while sitting at the couch casually, waiting for everybody.

Once they were all done washing up, everybody walked out the door, bodies shivering from the morning air. Although you put an extra layer of sweater on, it was still cold. Why didn't you bring any winter coats?!

Sanha noticed your arms shaking so he walked up behind you and hugged you tightly while waddling like a duck. Giggling, you copied his motion and the both of you waddled together with his arms wrapped around your body.

"Get a room," Moonbin groaned and hugged himself alone.

As you all walked across the mountain to reach the mess hall, you spot another group also heading towards there. The group was made of a TON of people marching simultaneously.

"Who's that?" you quietly asked.

"Camp Sun." Jinjin answered in a low voice.

It was pretty obvious considering the extremely buff and large man leading them all, Howie. Sanha hugged you tighter as you all kept on walking while keeping wary eye contact of them.

Inevitably, the both of your camps met at the front of the mess hall. Howie gave your group the stink eye. "You guys are late... as expected of you Moons."

"We could say the same about you," Eunwoo scoffed.

The buff man scowled, "Be prepared to get your asses beat in the tournament next month. We have practiced all the games together and let's just say you'll be faced with another defeat... again."

His eyes met yours and he examined you carefully. "Huh, a new girl? Aren't you the menace who came up to my door on the first day?"

Your body stiffened, "Yes. I'm so glad it was the wrong door."

He cackled, ice driping off the edge of his voice. "All of us agree. We wouldn't want a weak girl like you here anyways."

"HEY! Don't fucking call her that when you don't even know her." Sanha suddenly barked while gripping tightly onto your hoodie.

Howie eyed him suspiciously, "Why? Defending your GIRLFRIEND I see?"

A blush crept up on Sanha's cheeks. Before Jinjin could beat Howie's ass, the door to the mess hall flung open. Behind the doors stood a tall lady with tied back blonde hair.

"You guys are so freaking late! Get your asses in here!" she scolded and turned around back to the cafeteria.

After giving eachother one last death glare, the two of you entered the huge auditorium. Loud conversations boomed in the room as soon as you stepped in. Lunch tables were set up with a bunch of people sitting at them together. The boys lead you to a table near the walls of the room and you all sat down together.

"Sorry you had to see that (Y/N)... we have bad tension with Camp Sun." Jinjin muttered shamefully.

"Oh, it's fine." you waved off.

"They're way too competitive, but we don't accept their hate like that," MJ spitefully said, venom dripping off his voice much different than his usual honey sweet vocals.

Sanha stayed silent with his head bowed down shamefully. You nudged his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

He nodded at you but said nothing else. As the other members talked amongst themselves, your hand found Sanha's and your fingers interlaced.

"Sanha... tell me what's wrong," you quietly urged so the other members wouldn't hear.

He sighed in defeat and glanced at you, "I just don't like how Camp Sun is probably going to pick on you now for being a 'girl' which I don't even understand..."

Giving him a reassuring smile, you squeezed his hand. "It's fine Sanha. I can handle myself."

He crooked his eyebrow silently but squeezed your hand back anyways. "I'm trusting you to stay strong (Y/N)..."

"What are you two talking about?" MJ nosed in by stretching his arm and leaning next to you guys.

"What did we say about choosing favorites!" Jinjin pouted solemnly.

"Ah, I'm sorry guys! It's just that I had something to ask Sanha, that's it!" you urgently insisted.

They all rolled their eyes and gave you a we're salty and you should further explain yourself look. To your defense, Sanha also spoke up, "Don't worry, she was just checking on me."

Moonbin suspiciously eyed how you two were still holding hands under the table. Realizing what it looked like, you quickly released your hand from Sanha's and shoved it back in your pocket. "I-It's not what it looks like..."

MJ gasped dramatically and stood up. "(Y/N)... You're cheating on us?!"

Everybody else except both you and Sanha's burning faces all stood up and gasped.

"What about us? What about everything we've been through?" Eunwoo sang with his face in his hands.

"And what about trust?" Moonbin continued and sobbed.

"Guys sit down everybody's watching!" you hissed at them like a mother while forcing their bodies back down on their butts.

To your relief, the High School Musical performance was immediately ceased once a familiar round glasses girl walked up to your table and tapped your shoulder next to you. "Hi (Y/N)!"

"Oh, Leslie!" you exclaimed more happily than it should've sounded.

"Since you're new here, want me to give you a tour of the camp? That is, if you haven't seen it yet," she pushed up her glasses.

"That sounds great!" you jumped up to her offer.

Sanha pouted and grabbed your arm carefully. "I thought you were going to eat breakfast with us."

Leslie looked at him weirdly, "I think she should have a tour here first."

Moonbin jumped in, "No, she should stay here with us since we've only known eachother for one day and we hadn't had breakfast together yet. The tour can wait."

"Well, I think the tour should be now since she won't have a chance to go on it later due to the incoming children," Leslie firmly tugged on your arm.

Looking back and forth, you were left speechless.

"Why don't we just let (Y/N) decide by herself?" Jinjin offered. Leslie's facial expressions immediately softened when her eyes met his.

"U-uh yeah. Sounds good," she retreated like a cat moonwalking back to the shadows.

Everybody's faces turned to yours expectantly.

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