Illusions
CHAPTER 1 (Part 2)

"Can I sing? Can I express myself to you like that again? No, I can't. Not when it makes you cry. "

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 "You guys are together."

It was this sentence from Suho that caused Yeri to turn her head towards him with a sharp gaze from where she was baking a piece of bread for the extremely excited Chanyeol. Yeri did not need to ask Suho about who he was paired with to know exactly what Suho was doing. Especially with that arrogant look on his face.

"What!" Yeri exclaimed, distancing her gaze from the ground after throwing her wand; chanyeol whimpered behind her. "I made my tent with my own hands!" Yeri lies that she did not do it, Sehun did it but Suho did not need to know that.

"And me too!" Jungkook joined in exclaiming, placing his skinny hand on his slender hips, while looking at Yeri angrily. It seemed Jungkook knew what Suho meant as well. Then, he riled up and looked at Suho instead. "I don't want to share it with her."

There seems to be a less tent, according to Suho, which is not surprising from the side of boys like them. You give him something to plan and say the plan comes in uncertain terms, just like some tents. How did he save his face after this? He encouraged the two enemies to be together in one tent and gave a silly excuse as the solution. He's such a great planner.

"We're short of one tent here, so help me," Suho started, then rolled his eyes. "How exactly do you propose that we allow one of you to sleep?"

"He can sleep outside with a mosquito" Yeri chirped, now imitating Jungkook's movements by putting his hands on his hips.

"Yeri is the swimming champion," Jungkook casually replied, "He can sleep in the lake while staying afloat."

Yeri was shocked, offended and deeply traumatized by Jungkook's words. Jungkook knows Yeri now like a frightened little mouse, afraid of water and he instead suggests what makes Yeri tremble in fear. Yeri narrowed her eyes at Jungkook and he swore Jungkook's eyes were flashing at him, like a drizzle coming out of the sun that made Jungkook's brown irises look like honey in the light. He is a beautiful specimen but, on the one hand, there is also a bad one.

"I won't let any of you out of the tent, ****," Suho said this as if he were a champion of a glorified God or something like that, looks so satisfied that it feels annoying. The two enemies looked at Suho with displeased gazes. "You hate each other but know enough that you won't do anything dangerous alone. I believe that you two will sleep on the side further from the tent. " Then, he was beaming. "That makes me feel safe!"

Yeri's body was filled with a sort of emotion that felt like a row of windows in a house on a very windy day. Those boys, precisely Suho, might not have noticed it. Actually, they didn't realize it for sure. They don't know what's going on between the two of them. They did not know how the two really looked at each other under their opposite attitudes. They were well aware of what Yeri felt about Jungkook, too. His bones felt like liquid soil; his heart became pureed; his body trembled like a plucked flower, and his soul; his soul yearned for something that only Jungkook could give. Yeri was quite good at escaping from it, and now Suho wanted Yeri to face him without armor, so easy if it was like that?

"Suho Hyung has a tent all alone!" Sehun suddenly exclaimed, accidentally bumping into the older boy.

Jungkook was startled; the boys also gasped, and Yeri blinked out of her inner monologue. Yeri focused on what they were doing - expressing surprise and astonishment so vividly, it was kind of funny - and remembering what she heard. Then, he snapped at Suho who looked very guilty with a sharp look.

"Suho, how dare you!"

"Hyung, I'll sleep with you," Jungkook interrupted whatever Suho would tell him, "We can share. Leave the only girl to get her own tent. "

Yeri looked at him, boldly, while surprised. Absolutely an impossible thing Jungkook did, subject to the torture of sleeping with Suho from among everyone, only for Yeri to have her own place. That .. is the gentleman nature of him.

"The weirdness of the gentleman nature, Jungkook," Suho said what was on his mind while narrowing his eyes to the younger one. Jungkook's face looked slightly flushed, a cute pink flare covering his cheeks. "But that's not going to happen. It has been agreed that the person responsible for paying rent, food, and tents, should be qualified to have his own tent. I even brought mine specifically from home. I even gave him my name - and only my name - on it. There's no way I'm handing it out or handing it over to anyone. "

"But I'm a little girl, weak, and vulnerable alone," Yeri sneered, knowing that such a word would melt the ice in Suho's heart. Either Yeri believed in the statement it could work or it didn't. "You can't leave me alone with a big bad wolf, can you?"

"Oh, shh," Suho laughed, then walked towards Yeri as if he needed his voice closer to her. "You're overreacting. I'd give you a tent with someone else if Jungkook wasn't the only person I trusted. "

Immediately almost everyone in the place was shocked at the indirect humiliation they heard. Yeri often believes that Suho is a big liar. He gives Yeri to Jungkook because he knows they have different negative emotions from each other, and Suho has the pleasure of seeing them flaunt him in public.

"Why don't you trust me?" Kyungsoo pointed his nose at the older one, his eyes narrowed. "I'm the most reliable and responsible person here, even more so than Jungkook," his face was empty and smoldering without voidness, but his eyes were rather bright. He turned to Yeri, "I was even told that I looked like a teddy bear. Imagine you embrace that. "

"Okay, Woah, is this how you show your responsibility?" Suho blinked disapprovingly, while Jungkook sneered. Kyungsoo smiled amusedly, glad he became a source of entertainment and crossed his arms on his chest. Yeri flickered at them with her mouth agape, feeling like she was the only one experiencing such trouble while everyone was just making fun of her.

"If there's anyone who's like a teddy bear, it's definitely a moi." Chanyeol began, smiling widely and finally looking like he had given the right idea in his head. Yeri stared blankly.

"Wait, what kind of stuffed donkey bear is that sticky?" Sehun looked at Chanyeol, grinning. "You don't have the muscle to give the perfect sense of heat to a cuddle session. Jungkook is definitely more like a teddy bear than you. "

"You got extra points for not including yourself." Baekhyun laughed happily, the excitement dancing in his eyes that were like cold honey.

"Friends? Are we still talking about where I'm going to sleep? " Yeri interrupted.

"No, we don't" Suho refused with a wave of his hand. It felt like Yeri wanted to bite those fingers. "It's been decided you're going to stay with Jungkook."

Yeri was a bit annoyed seeing Jungkook just sigh at hearing the solution as if a decision had been made and there was nothing she could do about it. If Yeri doesn't know him well, Yeri will say that Jungkook has overcome this whole ordeal and doesn't care about what will happen again. Though Yeri; she groaned, her face frozen. Sure, Jungkook can act like he's not giving anything away against the difficulties they face, but Yeri isn't good at acting. She suffers from severe introvert syndrome, especially while she sleeps. If he could not tolerate his hatred, turning his eyes away when they were awake and away from each other, how would he do better while lying next to Jungkook and being vulnerable?

.

Many things from Baekhyun, from an*******, unfiltered man and the ability to hide his feelings, from, to stop his insolent nature made of steel which contained the idea of harming those who hurt him; but, in any way Jungkook is not the one who will touch his hand to the one who does not want him. In fact, Yeri believes Jungkook is so afraid to touch her, what is with the jolts and jumps that appear whenever he is accidentally pushed towards her, so Jungkook would probably lie as far away from him as possible in a humanely possible place. It was like Yeri had already poisoned him; burned his body with fire, or soaked his clothes with blood. So, Yeri was safe to say that Jungkook would not be something terrible to her.

They lay still.

Yeri is well aware of the gentle heat coming out of Jungkook's body right next to hers. This tent is not small. It fits him like a single bed. But it was not extensive enough when it came to involving two people, a man in his nineteenth year; who was still growing inside his body. Yeri tries to put a damper on this .the thing that grows inside her regarding Jungkook; about Jungkook's body being so close to hers. Yeri's fingers were glistening with the desire to touch her, a desire so intense that she pushed her hands down her own buttocks; her eyes were flickering towards every area of the tent's hinged roof.

It's been almost an hour since they went to sleep. Yeri knew Jungkook was awakened by his irregular breathing pattern, his chest flowing like a stream of water flowing in a rhythmic flow; but he did not see it. Of course, he didn't see it.

Yeri lay down next to him stiffly. Yeri was sure Jungkook could feel his stiff body, which was actually like empty wood; but fortunately, Jungkook did not mention anything about it. In fact, he had not said a word to her since they had entered the tent to sleep, their bodies were as far away as possible from each other. Yeri could feel the tent cloth sticking to her side; the pillow they were supposed to use under their heads was stuck to their other side, a barricade between their bodies. There is no use at all in suppressing heat from one to another.

Jungkook was always quiet when they were together, alone like this. He teases her, fights her, and chooses her when they are with the others, but it seems that she loses her guts when they are alone. Yeri wonders if she lost her mask like she did, and she wonders if she realizes who Yeri really is. In his busy mind to end the painful silence, he cleared his throat. Instantly, Jungkook looked at him.

"You better not drop me when you sleep."

Yeri rolled her eyes, but her heart felt light. "Why would I do such a thing?"

"You know, as your Sehunie said," he uttered the boy's name in a mock manner. "I'm better suited to being a cuddly bear than she is."

"He compares you to Chanyeol, you son of a bitch" he replied, "And don't worry, I don't consider you anything close to a bear."

"Well, make sure to stay in your lane."

"And you stay on yours. If I wake up and you're around me, I swear to cut your flesh. "

"Sheesh, you're so cruel. We'll both be on our own path. "

Silence comes easily creeping between them whenever they are too tired of each other, which often happens when they finish fighting like a Kindergarten child. Yeri was relieved, just a little. He is used to silence. A silence he can bend and control. It was easier for him to be quiet than conversing, especially the conversation that was going on between him and Jungkook. However, he could only deal with it when he curled up alone on the bed. The presence of Jungkook is too frightening, too expressive, too. His heart flickered inside his chest like a broken video game, pounding fast, and pumping blood into his cheek. What should he do to break the tension he feels? How could he gnaw at his numb fingers so that the feeling would recede?

Memory, or more like sound, entered his head, and he panicked. This was not the voice he had heard lately, for it was a voice he had put in a place he was locked in; he wanted to forget it. But the phrase 'you think about forgetting something you never did' never feels right. He had been trying to suppress that melodious voice for so long that it never really appeared again. Sometimes, at random the voice attacked him, and now as he lay right next to the source, it was not just attacking him; it fell into the wall in his mind like a threat. He gulped and turned to lie on his side, put his hands under his head and hoped to block out the emotions as strong as anything in the — memories of the voice, had appeared.

However, his movements only got him a snort from Jungkook, which in turn increased the volume in his head. The song grew stronger, crashing into his ears as if mocking him as if it would never release its grip from itself. He breathed and then said.

"Are you still singing, Jungkook?"

As expected, Jungkook turned into a thick and tense block of ice. Clearly Yeri could feel her blood freeze inside her veins, her eyes widened, and her body wholeheartedly stopped at the chest. He swallowed his saliva, again and again, but swallowing his saliva never satisfied his thirst because he knew the answer. An answer that seems quite clear through Jungkook's reaction.

"Will you sing now?" Yeri asked again, and she wanted to slap herself, her stupidity, her insolence, her intention that was more than kindness, her desire to hear a melody that touched her like lightning every time she heard it.

Jungkook doesn't sing. Actually, Jungkook did not even think Yeri's words or admit that he heard them.

Yeri did not take heart for it and closed her eyes, urging herself to sleep. A voice resembling Jungkook's song was constantly present in his head, and he fell asleep while saying the lyrics between his lips.

When Yeri wakes up the next day, she wakes up with a warmth that will become very hot around her. She knew exactly what was wrapped around her; she could clearly feel her arms around her waist, her head on her chest, lying between her breasts. Yeri looked at him with a calm demeanor, she felt strange at her own attitude that she was afraid of accidentally hiding the eruption between the layers of her thick skin. However, on the other hand he was happy, because Jungkook looked so innocent under his arm, he felt he did not want to let go.

Her eyelashes flickered on her round cheeks as if she was struggling between waking up and giving up on sleep, but she was still clearly asleep. His arms felt strong yet gentle towards her, not tightening around her and not pressing on her lungs. Her legs were between Yeri's hands and Yeri felt Jungkook's knees digging into her thighs; while Yeri's stomach was stuck to her chest. But it was all not a problem at the moment just as much as feeling Jungkook's lips pressed against his chest concisely, his warm breath descending like hot liquid in between.

His breathing began to increase, which told Yeri that Jungkook would wake up. He instantly panicked, his heartbeats burning loudly as if they were humming inside, and he pulled his arm so he could push Jungkook. However, Jungkook pulls her into a hug, refusing to let her go, and her eyes widen because of it.

"Jungkook," Yeri's voice sounded hoarse and heavy after sleeping, there was also aversion in her voice, "Take me off."

Jungkook said nothing; did nothing to acknowledge his orders, just hugged him tighter. Yeri felt Jungkook's head on her chest, and red spots appeared on her cheeks. Yeri pushed Jungkook's arm again; by wrapping his nails around Jungkook's hands and trying to pull the hand from around his waist. But Jungkook hugged her, tighter and tighter; the rejection was very clear in his attitude.

"Jungkook, let go." Yeri sighed, with a broken tone in her voice that made her forget how to use time, or forced herself to forget this. Jungkook's body did not move, almost like he could hear a pleading voice in Yeri's tone. Jungkook lets her go so quickly, like Yeri is an infection, and turns around so Yeri can only see her back, and her stiff shoulders.

Yeri did not see his face.

Yeri stood up and walked out of the tent with a heavy heart.