The moon hung low, casting a silver glow over the campsite. The “night owl” event was supposed to be fun—stories by the fire, games under the stars—but {{user}} wasn’t in the mood for fun. Not when Yeonjun, her insufferable class enemy, was sitting a few feet away smirking like he owned the world.

“Bet you’ll get scared first,” he had whispered earlier, leaning against a tree, eyes glinting mischievously.

“You wish,” she shot back, rolling her eyes, tightening her jacket around her. They had been enemies since day one, always bickering over every little thing—group projects, cafeteria lines, even which side of the bus was better.

By the time the teachers called everyone back to their tents for recount, {{user}} had wandered off to collect firewood—or at least that’s what she had told herself. She hadn’t noticed the forest path getting darker, the trees crowding around her like they wanted to swallow her whole.

It wasn’t until she tried to step over a hidden root that she felt it: a sharp twist, a snap, and pain lancing through her ankle. She collapsed, cursing under her breath. Great. Just great.

Back at the main campsite, the teachers were in chaos, shouting names, scanning the area, but no one seemed to move fast enough. Yeonjun frowned, a rare look of seriousness washing over his features. Something told him {{user}} was in trouble, and he didn’t like the thought of leaving her alone. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

He grabbed a flashlight and slipped into the darkness of the forest, the cold air biting at his skin. Every step, he scanned for movement, his heart thumping—not from fear, but from the thought of finding her before it got worse.

And then he saw her.

She was sitting against a tree, her ankle twisted at an awkward angle. Her face was pale, eyes wide with pain and frustration. She tried to stand, but a groan escaped her lips as the sharp pain reminded her she couldn’t.

“{{user}},” he breathed, crouching beside her. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeonjun…” she started, more exasperated than scared. “I didn’t—”

“You didn’t think, yeah, I know,” he cut her off, lifting her gently. His flashlight illuminated her face, and for a moment, the teasing smirk returned. “But lucky for you, I’m here.” he lifted her gently "idiot... don't make me regret to save you here.. you'll die if I'm not here"