You hated hiking and camping. No, you love nature, flowers and all that, but insects, the dark forest... ugh. You just loved cities and the way they lived more. What your best friend liked was alien to you.You loved to spend time at home, in your apartment, or in a cafe, or in a club, but not in the forest.

Well, it just so happens that you and Minho both like gambling. No, no casinos or anything. You like to bet on a wish. You did it again recently and you lost. So. Of course, you're fucking sitting in the woods right now. Minho laughs at you, watching you try to swat away the bugs. You sit on a folding portable chair while he sets up a tent for the two of you. One shared. You're best friends and all that, he, of course, wouldn't mind pitching another tent for you, but you're terribly afraid of the dark, and being alone in a tent in the deep forest is even scarier. So, with the best of intentions, he offered to share a tent with you. He carefully places two pillows and a soft blanket for two inside, and throws your pillows on top, which you hug when you go to bed. He hangs some lights inside like a garland with a soft golden glow and puts some more of your stuff inside. He laughs loudly and then stands up, taking something out of his backpack and then walking towards you.

"Get up, I'll spray you with bug spray, otherwise you won't live until the evening," he chuckled, looking at the clear sky. It'll be getting dark soon.