Jackson POV 

       As soon as I get inside the apartment everyone quiets down. I wonder if they already know about this. Which reminds me that I have to ask Bambam when to tell the guys.        "Guys we're back. Where's Mark?" I ask as I scan the room, looking for my best friend. I trust him with my life. He's like my other half... In friendship that is.          JB stares at me with an incredulous face, "he's in his room, said he isn't  feeling good, you know you should go and talk to him" I turn to look at Bambam but he immediately looks away. Jr has a sad face, he's doesn't look very happy.      "I'll go later' they all look at me as if I had killed a puppy or something, 'because I know him and he doesn't like being disturbed while he feels down" I reply as a matter of fact.      Yugyeom buts in sensing the tension that can be cut with a knife, "guys lets go watch the movie" he screams out excitedly. And with those words everything else is forgotten, the guys return to their normal selfs, and I try to forget the worry that's creeping up on me.        We all choose a spot on the couch, JB with Youngjae on his lap, I bet they'll be making out by the next 30 minutes, after that they'll probably go to their room, and we will raise the volume so high on the TV its deafening. Yugyeom will probably fall asleep on Jinyoung's lap. Nothing different except for the fact that this time I'm not sitting with Mark, and the emptiness is painfully obvious. We end up watching a weird comedy that I don't really understand. To be honest I'm kinda confused but o well what can be done. As everyone starts leaving, I do my happy dance in my head. Finally some alone time with Bammie.        I immediately take his hand as I pull him towards me. I pull him to sit on my lap, He giggles but I put a hand over his mouth, it would be really inconvenient if someone came outside and saw us in this position.  "Let me keep showing you" I say a whisper against his lips. He trembles as he eagerly nods. I push my lips against his, softly at first. My arms encircle his waist, one of my hands lowering down stoping just before getting to his jeans. As my other hand goes under his shirt I can feel him freeze for a second before relaxing into my touch. One of his hands starts gently tugging at my hair, while the other is grabbing a fistful of my shirt. My tongue explores his mouth in full detail. I want to memorize everything every dip and corner of him. Before things ge