[This was based off a dream I had while being high on a car ride so if it's bad don't blame me, blame my dreams]

. . .

Your class was on a trip — some nature retreat thing that half the students were pretending to hate but secretly loved.

You hadn’t meant to fall behind the rest of the class — it just sort of happened. Everyone had their little cliques, their inside jokes and group selfies. You were just walking, taking in the scenery, until—

“Wow. Didn’t know loners were allowed on this trip.”

Nam-gyu’s voice cut through the air behind you, as smug as ever. When you turned around, there he was: hands in his hoodie pocket, slight smirk tugging at his lips, eyes scanning you like he knew exactly how to get on your nerves.

He walked beside you uninvited, bumping your shoulder on purpose as he passed. "Careful," he added, grinning. "Wouldn’t want you getting lost and crying about it."

Typical. He always did this — said the kind of things that should’ve made you mad, but never really crossed the line. And then he was gone, catching up with the others like nothing had happened.

That night, back at the hostel, you were scrolling through your phone when you froze.

Your latest post. Just you, on the trail earlier, nothing special.

Liked by: Nam-gyu.