"We are good now," Jae Bum said in a cocky tone, slamming Kunpimook's locker shut once he was at distance. Kunpimook jumped slightly once he saw and heard his locker slam shut at the pressure of his older's strength.

     "I'm guessing we are talking about JR here..." Kunpimook said raising his head up so he could get a good look of the blonde cocky face. Of course they were talking about Jin-Young, who else will Jae Bum ever talk about? Recently, since Jin-Young and Jae Bum started dating that was the only thing that exits the blonde's mouth. It wasn't like Kunpimook cared all that much about it through but it was amusing to see his older friend gush and blush due to his overload of happiness.

     Jae Bum nodded his head quickly a huge grin spreading across his face as he watched Kunpimook giggle at his best friend and return to his locker once again. "I saw him in the club and I had to pull him away. I don't like it when he is mad at me." Jae Bum honestly never cared if anyone was mad at him, Kunpimook had been mad at him multiple times and he didn't seem to care, but the idea of Jin-Young being mad at him didn't sit well with him despite how he acted around Jin-Young. Around Jin-Young Jae Bum wasn't the same. Jae Bum was cocky. Jae Bum was confident. Jae Bum didn't need a man in his life. But Kunpimook knew the truth. He knew that it was all an act. He knew that Jae Bum was scared and had very low self esteemed. Jae Bum was acting, he was trying to be a grown up for Jin-Young, and he was trying to seem independent and strong.

Jae Bum was a good actor.

     "Yeah, I saw him too," Kunpimook confessed, slowly opening his locker once he enter the last code and slowly turn to look at his reflection on the small mirror that hang loosely on the door of his locker. There is he was: no makeup and his hair looked fluffy and undone, it was his fault through, once he exit the motel early in the morning to return home before school start he didn't have much time to do anything but take a quick shower and put on his uniform. He should have never fallen asleep. He knew if he fell asleep, he wouldn't wake up with enough time to get ready for school but he was tired. He was sleepy. Mark made him tired, sleepy, and weak. Mark made...

Mark...

     "Why are you smiling, Bambam?" Jae Bum asked once he turned his head to face his younger friend. Jae Bum was going to be honest, if he didn't turn to look at Bambam for a minute, he wouldn't have notice that Kunpimook was staring at himself with a small smile and light blush on his cheek. Kunpimook was always too quiet when it came to Jae Bum talking about his boyfriend. Kunpimook smiled up at Jae Bum yet didn't answer as he shook his head, a small giggle escaping his lips again. "Tell me!" Jae Bum jumped up and down at the thought of his best friend hiding something from him.

     "There's nothing to tell, JB," Kunpimook said, looking away from his reflection long enough for him to slip in his books into his almost empty locker. "So, how did you and JR make up? Had in a cheap disgusting bathroom of a club?"

     " doesn't always fix everything, Bambam," Jae Bum said with an amuse look, his index finger standing up high as he shook it left and right. Kunpimook turn to look at Jae Bum meeting Jae Bum's shaking finger. Kunpimook stared at the finger for a second or two before smacking it away causing Jae Bum to yelp quietly. "Don't be an now." Kunpimook shrugged his shoulder, not responding, but stared at his reflection for a second taking in his face before tilting his neck slightly scared to see what would be revealed. During the first round of , Mark was shy and he wasn't very confident in his action being kind of sluggish yet rough. Kunpimook didn't complain through. During the second and third round of , Mark became bolder and more vocal, he was confident in his action and became demanding and aggressive in , the roughness still there but not enough to make Kunpimook cry like the first time. "Listen to me, Bambam; I am giving you a life lesson here."

     "Thanks, JB. I think I am becoming wiser," Kunpimook chirped happily, raising his hand up to his head and knock it against it with a grin pasted on his face. Jae Bum scoff at his friend's action before rolling his eyes and eye the people that walked pass them in the school hall way. "Hey, by any chance do you have any eye liner? I need some."

     "You sure do," Jae Bum said in a bored tone but regardless went into his bag so he could pull out a stick of eyeliner which Kunpimook took, giving Jae Bum a grateful look as he uncap the stick quietly. "We ended up leaving the club. We walked a bit. He took me home. Basically I admitted that I was wrong for forcing him to come out to his family, it wasn't my business and-"

     "Basically what YoungJae and I been telling you," Kunpimook interrupted, blinking repeatly before moving to the next eyes, his eyes looking down at his own neck not sure how to tilt his head to the left without Jae Bum catching him. Jae Bum hummed quietly obviously annoyed with Kunpimook uninvited and unwanted interruption. "Sorry, go on, Hyung."

     Jae Bum kept his eyes on Kunpimook and without much emotion he spitted out the first thing that pop in his head, "I hope you stab your eyes with that, Bambam."

Damn. That was harsh.

     "That's not possible. I have been doing this since young. Honestly if I can't put any eyeliner now without hurting myself, I should just quit life as of now," Kunpimook stated with his own eye roll.

     "Screw you," Jae Bum deadpanned after he spotted Kunpimook smile brightly at him, eyeliner done perfectly and his appearance changing some. He looked more normal. He looked more confident. Much livelier, like the little Bambam he came to love and know. "Anyways..." Jae Bum turn his attention back to the hallway, removing his vision off the smaller boy who seem to shake his head from left to right acting cute, believing he looked cute. He did have an innocent child like face to Jae Bum couldn't really argue or break the boy's hope because even Kunpimook knew how he looked. "Did you wake up late or something? You don't normally forget to put eyeliner on."

     "Something like that," Kunpimook answered with another grin on his face. Mark's face appearing in his mind the moment Jae Bum asked him that question. Jae Bum turned to him again slightly before nodding his head, not questioning the smaller boy any more than he already did. "So you were saying...you and JR made up? What happen after?"

     "We talked during our long walk. He walked me home. He kissed me good night and that's it. I think it was romantic!" Jae Bum gushed, kind of offended once he saw Kunpimook roll his eyes as if what him and JR did wasn't good enough. It wasn't life thrilling nor crazy hot but it was cute and romantic and Jae Bum liked that about Jin-Young. Kunpimook always about the lack of life they had and lack of excitement in the relationship but despite what the younger thought, having a relationship based on communication and eye contact was more thrilling than the actual . was easy. Flirting was for dummy. Lust was for kids. "You know whatever. I am not bothering," Jae Bum said snatching his eyeliner out of Kunpimook hand before marching ahead knowing very well that Kunpimook would slam his locker shut and follow him.

They did have the same class next.

     Despite Jae Bum being a senior and Kunpimook was a freshmen, Jae Bum had to take some classes with some of the younger grade due to his moved to Seoul, Korea. It wasn't long that Jae Bum came to Seoul High but simply two years ago and because of the different school course requirement Busan and Seoul had, Jae Bum had to take lower level class with lower classmen which is where he met Kunpimook, which he didn't mind at all. He loved have Kunpimook as a friend and partner in crime despite Jae Bum knowing that Kunpimook was more of a trouble maker than anything. But anyways, once Jae Bum turned the corner he heard Kunpimook's locker slam shut. Kunpimook was too predictable when it came to his action but what Jae Bum did not predict was how slow Kunpimook would walk right after him. Usually Kunpimook would skip next to him or rush pass him, knocking Jae Bum down to the ground in the process, totally on purpose, but this time Kunpimook was walking slow.

Better yet, Kunpimook was limping.

     Jae Bum turned around completely and stop two class room away from their destination, eyeing the small boy carefully before letting a dark grin spread across his handsome face. "He must have done you well, Bam," Jae Bum comment causing Kunpimook to raise his head up away from the floor and onto the blonde who couldn't help but to look Kunpimook up and down with a suggestive look. Damn. He was caught. "Give me a name."

     "There is no name," Kunpimook said, rolling his eyes, walking once away trying to get pass Jae Bum who seem to dance his way around Kunpimook until he spun completely around the younger boy. Kunpimook pause his walking and stared at Jae Bum which gave Jae Bum the perfect chance to dance his way to the front once again preventing the smaller boy from escaping. "Smooth..." Kunpimook comment with a nod. Jae Bum was always good at dancing. "You just made that up didn't you?"

     "Name?" Jae Bum questioned, ignoring Kunpimook's comment because he knew it was Kunpimook way of distracting him long enough for Jae Bum to forget the real purpose of the whole dance, the reason he needed to stop Kunpimook from entering the class room.

     "Come on Jae Bum, it isn't important," Kunpimook attempted once more, using his baby voice trying to slide his way out of this problem, out of the awkward situation that Kunpimook rather not be put in. How could you tell your best friend that you slept with your boyfriend's best friend, Mark, who had been his baby sitter four years ago? It wasn't easy and it was quiet weird as well. Kunpimook never heard of anyone who slept with their male baby sitter before and Kunpimook was pretty sure he was the first and he wasn't sure how good that looked? But who could blame Kunpimook? He always had a crush on the older boy, at times, Kunpimook believed it was love. Like last night, Kunpimook swore to his mother what he felt was love and not just lust because he slept with many guys before, old crush and ex's, and no one made him feel like Mark did.

     "It is important. You are ing limping and I am willing to bet my mother's trust fund that you didn't apply any make up and look like crap because you were dumb enough to not wake up an hour or two before him so you can have enough time to make it home and actually try to look good. Did he wake up when you try to leave? What's his name? Bambam, I promise, I won't tell. Come on!"

     "JB..." Kunpimook tried again, ready to reject the elder with another lie or excuse but before he could say anything, he paused and yelped the moment he felted Jae Bum's hand fly towards his shoulder.

     Once Jae Bum took a grip on Kunpimook shoulder, he pouted cutely, and squeezed Kunpimook lightly asking in a light tone, "Tell me."

Earlier That Day:   

      Kunpimook woke up before Mark, Thank God, but Kunpimook still wanted to kick himself really hard. This wasn't supposed to happen, it really wasn't. After their last round of last night, Kunpimook ended up rolling to his side of his bed and pretended to go to sleep in hopes that seeing him sleep, Mark will follow his action. Mark did but it wasn't because of Kunpimook's encouragement but simply because Mark was tired and he was planning on sleeping no matter what. It didn't take long for Kunpimook to hear some light snores and it didn't take long before Kunpimook ended up crawling over to the red head in hopes he could get a bit of fake-sleep cuddling. Maybe, it was the welcoming heat that Mark's body spilled out because next thing Kunpimook knew that fake sleep his was trying to portray turn into real sleep and somehow his eye shut tight and he was out cold.

      Honestly, Kunpimook would be the first to say that he woke up on time, well barely on time, because he was lucky. If luck wasn't on his side, he would have woken up late for school. If luck wasn't on his side, he would have woken up next to awake and scared Mark. Or worse, he would wake up alone. He would feel the sting of loneness. Yeah, he left Mark with that stinging feeling but Kunpimook believed it wouldn't be the same because Mark didn't have his feeling because despite time passed them by and despite the amount of people Kunpimook slept with and dated, he could never move on from that little crush that he had for Mark for four years. So yeah, Mark would be hurt but at least he wouldn't feel what Kunpimook would feel.

Because that feeling will hurt. A lot.

      "..." Kunpimook mumbled once he open his eyes due to the bright light that was slipping into the motel room early in the morning. Once his eyes adjusted to the bright natural light, Kunpimook hissed loudly as he removed his body off of Mark's body so he could jump off of the bed and lower the blind just a bit, enough to prevent any more light to slip into the room and waking Mark up. Honestly, jumping out of bed didn't hurt at first but the longer he stood next to the window huffing and puffy, it started to hurt...like a lot, enough to make him slide to the floor and land on his sore . That hurt too. "..."

      That second made Mark move. Kunpimook eyes widen at the sight and covered his mouth trying to prevent anymore yelp, groan, and whine from escaping his lips and once silence over took the room, Mark return to being still. Mark's light snore return causing Kunpimook to remove the hand over his mouth to only sigh loudly and crawl back to Mark. He didn't why he was moving closer to Mark, what would make more sense would be Kunpimook gathering his stuff and leaving but Kunpimook couldn't do that, not just yet. Not when Kunpimook had a chance.

      A chance to actual stare at his baby sitter, his crush for years, without being looked oddly and without being pushed away. Kunpimook had been staring at Mark's face and body the whole night, last night, but Kunpimook was too high on pleasure to actual focus on Mark's face and actually take in his detail. He was too high to actual take in Mark's every detail and his mind was too cloudy for him to actually try to remember how Mark looked back then and how he change. But now, he was calm and sober and Mark wasn't awake to tell him off or scare him off, so Kunpimook took his chance to stare and smile at the beauty lying in bed, snoring lightly as his bottom lips turn into a small cute pout.

      "Oma...you haven't changed," Kunpimook praised with a small giggle as his slim small finger lightly touched Mark's cheek scared if he apply any more pressure than he already was using he would end up waking up Mark and that would be bad. "You still have your pretty eye smile, thin lips, long but straight nose...you’re just so cute..." Kunpimook gushed before leaning over until his pump pink lips met Mark's thin one. A few second of lips against lips caused Kunpimook to close his eyes and pull away as he whispered quietly, "I'm glad your back Hyung..."

      "Bambam, return to the land of the living," Jae Bum ordered snapping his finger in front of Kunpimook's face with a frown marrying his face. Kunpimook blinked slowly and turn to Jae Bum with a confused look on his face almost forgetting where he was and why was he standing in front of Jae Bum buy after taking a look around, everything went into place and Kunpimook couldn't help but to scoff. "Bambam...tell me," Jae Bum urged again.

     "You're going to tease me," Kunpimook whined as he tried to side step Jae Bum but failed once again. "We are going to be late!" Kunpimook exclaimed in frustration.

     "It won't be our first time or our last time," Jae Bum stated, dropping his hand off of Kunpimook's shoulder only to cross them over his chest. "Bambam, I won't tease you..."

     "I can't tell you...not yet," Kunpimook said, taking another step to the left trying to escape Jae Bum and this time, he escaped. This time he succeed because Jae Bum didn't side step, he simply just turn his body slowly and watched as Kunpimook limped into the direction of their classroom before Jae Bum took a big breath and follow him.

     "Why can't you tell me...?" Jae Bum attempted once again, grabbing Kunpimook before he stepped into the class room. Kunpimook sighed loudly before turning to Jae Bum with a small pout on his face, he was planning on glaring but once his ear picked up a light and concern tone, Kunpimook couldn't be mad. "Bambam..."

     "You'll judge me," Kunpimook argued back.

     "I have seen you in your best moments and I have seen you in your worse. If I have created an opinion on you, it would have been a long time ago. This won't change anything. Unless you tell me you found a random cat in the alley behind the club and you let it you, Then yes, I think that would be the only exception but what are the chances of that, Bambam." Kunpimook looked down and let out a small giggle at Jae Bum attempt in lighting up the mood. Jae Bum ruffled Kunpimook's multicolor hair playfully, almost like Mark used to do, before leaning down to Kunpimook height so he display Kunpimook his award winning smile. "Who did you , Bambam?"

     "My old baby sitter...."

     Jae Bum blinked a couple of times before narrowing his eyes slightly, "You mean the one you fap to?"

     "I'm serious here," Kunpimook exclaimed again, face red and blood boiling at the poor choice of word Jae Bum used. Jae Bum raised his hand up in defeat before taking a few steps back. "But yes..." Kunpimook whispered before pushing Jae Bum out of the way, so he could slide into the classroom. It was obvious that some of the student who sat in front of the classroom had heard his little outburst because once he walked pass the first row of the class they ended up looking at him in a odd way. Damn. He blames Jae Bum. Jae Bum eyes widen once he heard Kunpimook's whispered answer and before Kunpimook could sit himself down, Jae Bum slide into the seat next to him with a glint in his eyes. "What?" Kunpimook questioned.

     "I thought you told me he went to California to study aboard or something. Something about him getting a full ride scholarship to one of the best high school in America...or am I missing something?" Kunpimook slowly sat down on his seat before huffing loudly. It hurt. His hurt. It hurt a lot. Enough to make Kunpimook yelp lightly, enough to cause a few tears to escape his eyes, enough to cause Kunpimook to close his eyes tightly. . "He must have been really good...I have never seen you like this, Bam."

     "He was good." Real good. "He did left to California but the scholarship was until he finishes High School. I believe he finish school a few month back but he recently came back. I saw him in the club...with..."

     "With?" Jae Bum questioned.

     "Jackson and your boyfriend..." Kunpimook finished helplessly. Jae Bum blinked a couple of time before leaning closer to Kunpimook with a shock look on his face.

     "Your baby sitter is friend with my boyfriend?" Jae Bum asked causing Kunpimook to nod his head. Wow. Jae Bum didn't expect that answer. Slowly leaning back to his seat, Jae Bum look straight ahead trying to match some name with some faces but Jae Bum couldn't think of anyone. "What's his name?"

     "Mark..." Kunpimook whispered. It was almost impossible to hear. Honestly Jae Bum wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't so into the conversation, if he wasn't so into figuring out who is this baby sitter he heard so much about. Jae Bum slowly close his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as he try to remember the faces of the people he saw at the club last night and then narrowed the faces depending on the interaction he saw JR do. He did none last night, if anything, the moment that Jae Bum stepped into the club and found JR there, he notice all JR was doing was sitting in front of Jackson and beside a cute red head who seem to be enjoying his cup of rum and vodka and whatever else Jackson kept sliding his way. Was the red head Mark? Turning over to Kunpimook he noticed the smaller boy was lightly scratching his neck in a weird angle and Jae Bum swore that he saw something, something weirdly shape yet reddish and purple...almost like a hickey.

     "Oh..." Jae Bum whispered once Kunpimook shifted his head a bit giving Jae Bum a great view of the weirdly placed red mark. Kunpimook didn't seem to notice the sight he was giving Jae Bum because he didn't panic nor try to hide it. But Jae Bum knew exactly what it was...he knew...

It was a hickey.

     "Having with a guy doesn't make you gay, does it?" Mark questioned Jackson's through the phone as he lay down on his actual bed with a scared look on his face, his brown eyes glue to the ceiling of his room. Truthfully, Mark wasn't going to call Jackson. Let's be honest, Jackson won't be of any help if anything he'll get tease and his secret will be reveal the moment Jackson find a decent crowd who were curious individual or gossiper. But he needed to talk, he needed to vent, he needed someone who he can fall back on and remind him that what happen with Bambam was a mistake and doesn't make him gay. At first, he wanted to call Jin-Young, he was the best listener, but he didn't know how the topic was going to go with him. He recently found out Jin-Young was gay...he didn't know how Jin-Young would take it or what advice he would give. So he picked Jackson.

Out of all his friends in America and Korea, he picked Jackson.

He must have been ing desperate.

     "What the ?" Jackson said in a shock voice.

     "Just answer," Mark urged in a desperate tone as his eyes narrowed a bit and his grip on his phone tighten. Mark could hear Jackson cough nervously, as if he was uncomfortable with the question, or maybe he was uncomfortable with Mark's demanding order. Mark wasn't the kind of guy who ordered people around or begs for stuff, so it completely understandable if Jackson was uncomfortable, nervous, or even scared but right now...Mark didn't care. "Jackson!"

     "What do you want me to say?" Jackson responded back.

     "Your actual thoughts about my question. What the do you think I want to hear?" Mark doesn't curse either. He found it highly unnecessary but right now he needed for Jackson's to see his needy behavior. He needed things to be done...right now...and if cursing was the only way to get Jackson going...he'll do it. "Jackson!"

     "Okay. I'm here. I'm here. Relax," Jackson said in a concern tone. "I believe it depends on the situation." Mark blinked slowly a couple of time before slipping his eyes shut as he release a shaky breath and raise his hand up to his forehead once again. "Did...this...by any chance happen?"

     "No!" Mark screamed into the phone, sitting up straight as his eyes widen at Jackson's question. At Jackson's correct assumption. "I didn't sleep with a boy. That's ing gay!"

     "Than there is your answer, Mark. It's gay," Jackson concluded with a chuckle. The chuckle sounded dark and very sinister-like in Mark's ears as if he knew the horrible deed that Mark have done, as if he saw Bambam drag Mark out the door with a beautiful giggle. Like he saw Mark's fear yet excitement. Like he knew. "Is that all you need to ask, Buddy?"

     "You know..." Mark concluded, spilling out what he was thinking and what he was feeling. Yeah, Mark might have felt a bit paranoid but he was pretty sure he was right on this guess. Jackson's left his side for a girl before Bambam appear, he wasn't sure where Jackson head off to or if he was at close range, but when Bambam appeared it wasn't long that Jackson's left. He could have seen everything. it, he did. He saw everything. He saw Mark. He saw Bambam.

     "Know what?" Jackson's voice was light, like he was trying to portray some sort of innocence and that's was all Mark needed for Mark to know that yes, he guess was right. Jackson saw it all. Slowly gripping the blanket that was draped on top of Mark's body, he slowly pulled it off and settle himself on the corner of the bed with a glare on his face.

     "Why didn't you stop me?" For real! He left with a minor. He left with a minor that was a boy. Jackson knew he was straight. Jackson knew that he didn't want to go to jail. Jackson knew that Mark had a little bit too many.  

     "Why? You looked like you were really into the boy."

     "Because he was a minor!" Mark exclaimed loudly.

     "You are not older than him by much. Plus, I saw him sneak into the club with Jae Bum earlier that night which means it's not like he cares or is going to snitch about what happen. He wanted it just as bad as you did," Jackson said in a bored tone before breaking into a huge laugh, one that made Mark feel on edge. "Plus, you aren't fooling me, Tuan. You don't give a about his age because if I brought a pretty girl in front of you that is probably sixteen, you'll be okay with it. You won't be happy. You won't be bragging about it. But you won't care so much about it. It'll be a hit it and quit it, never mention this again, kind of thing."

     "That's not true," Mark interrupted with a pout. It wasn't true. Not in the slightest. Nope.  

     "Yes it is. The only reason you are concern about this is because he is a guy!" Jackson screamed back. Mark jumped a bit at the stern tone Jackson was using on him.

     "Don't talk to your Hyung like that," Mark said weakly once he heard Jackson silent down. He was actually humming now, agreeing to what Mark was saying which throw Mark off for just a bit. Mark wasn't quite sure what gave him courage to ask the next question but out of nowhere this strong wave of bravior just overpowered him as he spoke, "Did he look familiar to you?"

     "What do you mean?" Jackson asked confused.

     "He looks familiar...I think I seen him before..." But that was highly unlikely unless Bambam was a middle school friend or classmate, but Mark didn't really interact with kids in his class. When he was younger, he always stuck next to Jin-Young and Jackson because in Mark's mind they were the only people he should care about and honestly they were the people that caught Mark's attention easily. Plus, Bambam looked to young to be one of those kids that he shared his middle school experience with.

     "I couldn't see his face from where I stood. I saw his back. I saw him drag you away. I saw you staring at his and onwards. Sorry but my eyes were on you." .

     "I wasn't staring at his ," Mark said weakly. But in honestly, he totally was. He clearly remember checking out Bambam's , it was hard not to, it was just so small and bubble like.

     "Yeah, okay, sure Mark. You were just staring at his jean label," Jackson said in a chuckle. "I didn't see his face so I can't tell you if I seen him or know him but maybe you bumped into him once or twice in the street. Don't know why you'll remember such a face but hey, maybe he was real hot and you thought, I'll go gay for him and ta-da! You are a gay."

     "I'm not gay."

     "Okay, yeah, sorry. I meant, ta-da, now you're....what's his name?"

     "Bambam..." Mark whispered.

     "What? Wow..." Jackson paused. It was quite on both lines. That's scared Mark, Jackson was never quite unless he was thinking or unless something was bugging him and Mark didn't know what was going on with Jackson through the phone. He wasn't able to see the pout that Jackson usually does when he was thinking; he wasn't able to see the glare that Jackson usually does when he was angry. Mark couldn't tell. "I know a Bambam..." What? No.

     "You do? Do I know him?"

     "Yeah, you do. But his name isn't Bambam...it was like a nickname...but it's probably not him. Haven't really seen or talk to him for a long while now. Plus, the club isn't his scene. So it's not him."

     "But that name is so rare and odd. Not everyone is called Bambam..." Mark tried. Maybe Jackson knew the Bambam...maybe...what the hell? Why did he care? Yeah, he admits Bambam does sound familiar. Yeah, he admits Bambam was a familiar person. But...why was he so curious in knowing who was Bambam? Was he his body and mind not taking a rest about this? It wasn't like he was going to see the smaller younger boy again. It was a one night thing. Just one horrible yet amazing night. It was a mistake through. A great amazing big mistake.

     "It's not the Bambam I think it is. Just let it go, Mark," Jackson said with a sigh. Mark didn't want to let it go but honestly, if Jackson wasn't going to help and he was determine in sticking to what he was saying, there was no point in bothering Jackson anymore. Plus, what if Jackson had a point? What if Jackson's Bambam wasn't his Bambam? Not that he own the smaller multiple colored hair boy but still. "So as I was saying..."

     "You were saying?"

     "You are just Bambam-ual," Jackson teased as Mark expected.

     "Idiot..."

     "Kunpimook, please be ready at seven," Kunpimook's mother said once she lightly pushed her youngest son's bed room door open causing Kunpimook to raise his head up from his iPad. "The Tuan are coming over and I really want them to feel as welcome as possible. Plus Mark Tuan...remembers him?" Oh Kunpimook remembered him all right. It wasn't long ago that Mark Tuan was actually in him, ing in and out, trying to get his release as well as assist Kunpimook to reach his own. "Well he came back from America today. I want him to actually see you. I want him to see what a young men you turn out to be."

     "Why wasn't I informed about their visit...it almost seven..." Kunpimook stated, lowering his iPad down to the bed with looking at his mother up and down. Kunpimook wasn't ready for this. Nope. Damn. He knew he should have listen to his mother in the morning, he knew he shouldn't have gone to the club with Jae Bum, he knew he shouldn't have listen to his heart and body and go with Mark. Okay, he knew honestly he was going to have to bump and talk to Mark, eventually, he live next to door to the man but he was kind of hoping it would be later on. Kunpimook didn't mind sneaking out of the house and pass Mark's. He was trained due to year of...stalking Mark in his teen. Okay, it wasn't stalking...it was just admiring...

He was creep.

     "I told you this morning...but this is what you get for sleeping in JB's house and coming so early in the morning in such a rush, you don't listen to your mother." Damn. Kunpimook sighed loudly and tilted his head back until it hit against the bed head board. "Bambam..." Kunpimook opened his eyes so he could see his mother smile gently at him, with a knowing look on her face. "I know you scared of seeing Mark...seeing as you guys departed in a weird manner...but..."

     "He doesn't remember me," Kunpimook interrupted with an eye roll. Mark doesn't. Now, Kunpimook should be hurt about this but he isn't simply because Kunpimook rather Mark know him as he knows him now; ual, wiser, and mature not weird, nerdy, and out of place. Plus if anything Kunpimook looked changed a lot, he was taller and his skinnier, he actually looked beautiful and desirable.

     "What do you mean?" Kunpimook's mother asked in shock.

     "I just look different," Kunpimook stated simply. That wasn't the only reason but he rather not explain everything to his mother, it was bad enough, she knew everything about Mark and him from the past. "But..."

     "He'll remember when he see you..." He did see him. Kunpimook shook his head before sighing again. "He will step in here and he'll remember all the fun you two had. He'll remember all the time you laugh and cried to him. Don't worry. It been four years and he haven't talk to you once after he left. Once he see you...he'll remember. Now get dress and meet me downstairs."

     Kunpimook stared up at his mother before sighing loudly, "Very well." Kunpimook's mother laughed at her son choice of word before blowing her youngest son a kiss and exiting him room, leaving Kunpimook alone in his room with his thoughts. It took Kunpimook a while but after a while of staying still in bed, Kunpimook rolled out of his bed and limped his way into the bathroom, his bottom still stinging from Mark's hard work. "ing...Mark..." Kunpimook whispered once he arrived into the bathroom safe and sound and went to lean over the sink, scared of his bottom half giving out. It was amazing how he survived that day with this pain. It was even more amazing that Mark could this too him.

     But once he arrive to the sink, he grabbed his tooth brush and started to brush his teeth, eyeing his reflection in the mirror taking every detail of his face in before spitting out the tooth paste and gather water into his mouth. Once he spilled the water out of his mouth, Kunpimook removed every piece of article of cloth before slipping into the tub. Honestly, Kunpimook loved taking long shower, he actually the reason why his sister never got a hot shower because he used all the hot water due to his long shower but tonight, he wasn't really feeling it. Maybe it was the anxiety he felt about Mark stepping into his home or maybe it was the anxiety of Mark seeing him again and remembering he was the guy that he slept with in the club or it could be the anxiety of knowing Mark could easily connect Kunpimook face as the kid he used to baby sit. But because of all those thoughts that appear in his head, Kunpimook ended cutting his shower short. Kunpimook ended slipping in a oversize white sweater on with a tight black skinny jeans way to fast, causing him pain, but he didn't care as he apply black eyeliner on again.

. Mark is going to find out tonight.

. What could Kunpimook do? What could Kunpimook say?

     Slamming the eyeliner onto the sink after he finish applying his eyeliner, he sighed loudly and stared at his reflection again. Nervously, Kunpimook pushed some of his brown hair behind his ears and blinked a couple of time. What could he do? What would Mark do? So many questions were running through Kunpimook's mind, enough that it caused Kunpimook to panic. He was scared. He should have never played with the big dogs, he shouldn't have slept with Mark, he doesn't regret it but now that the deed was done, he doesn't know what he should do or what was best for him to do. All he wanted was to curl in bed and pretend he was sick and honestly, if Kunpimook never went to school and never saw his mother minutes ago, he would probably would be left alone in his bed. But God Damn It! He ing failed.

     "Kunpimook! They are here!" Kunpimook turn to the bathroom door in shock. His mother wasn't out there, she was downstairs...with Mark and his family and thought of it just made Kunpimook gag. Oh My God. They were here. "Kunpimook, come down!"

     "Coming!" Kunpimook screamed back as he looked at his reflection once more. "Just..." Kunpimook took a deep breath as he lean closer to the mirror, making sure he looked like he did last night, confident and y because that exactly who he was. Confident and y. "Just don't let him get to you."

     Mark nervously stood at the living room of the Bhuwakul home, unsure of where to sit or even move, his mother followed Ms. Bhuwakul as they cheerfully went off to gossip while sitting up the dinner table with a giggle and his father wasn't any better, he actually ditched him as well to follow Mr. Bhuwakul he was excited about showing Mr. Tuan his new car which he bought recently. In hopes to get Mark feel more comfortable Ms. Bhuwakul attempted to call Janpen and Kunpimook to come downstairs and see Mark. Janpen did arrive downstairs but she was very quiet as she stared up at Mark with a bright blush on her cheek and bright grin on her face. But no words came out.

     It took Mark a long while to actually remember her but after a while of staring at her oddly, she clicked in. Janpen was the youngest girl, he baby sit when he worked for the Bhuwakul; she had an older brother who he clearly remembered to be a very cute boy. He was shy too but he remember the boy ended up getting attach to him and actually started to trust Mark something he remember Kunpimook's mother was damn proud of. He remembers the boy having a small crush on him but it was simply idol worship but other than that, Mark didn't remember much. Didn't remember his face or his voice. He just remembered as much as he could from just simply looking at Janpen's pretty little face.

     "Your hair got longer," Mark pointed out lamely but Janpen smiled brightly at Mark's comment as she went over to hair and lightly touch it as if she needed confirmation on what Mark's said before looking down at her shoes. "So..."

     "How was America?" She questioned in amazement.

     "Uhm...." It was great. It was fun. It was something that I am happy I did. "Okay." God, he really needs to work on his social skills. Looking around the room, he nervously watched as Janpen giggled and flops down onto one of the couch, her eyes never ripping off of Mark's as if she was fascinated with Mark. But honestly, Mark believed there was nothing worth staring yet he didn't say anything about it, he just grinned brightly at Janpen before looking down at his sneakers. "Can I..." Can I, what? Janpen raised her eyebrow at Mark's attempt of talking before giggling again.

Two silent people are never good.

Mark avoided this people. People need to talk for him to talk.

He wasn't a conversation starter, he was a conversation go-er

     "Can you what?" Janpen asked in between her giggle.

     Those giggle were making him nervous. "Look around...like some of the pictures?" Mark knew he shouldn't asked, he was allowed, Janpen's mother did say he could do whatever he pleases and looking at some pictures hanging around the walls wasn't going to do any harm but he wanted some noise to be heard. Even if it was him just talking, he needed some noise other than her evil little giggle, so he spoke out an unnecessary question but Janpen didn't seem to notice what he was trying to do because she simply nodded and just smiled up at Mark even more.

Great. Just great.

     Slowly, Mark started to move around the room, taking in every picture that hanged on the wall and with every passing picture his eyes caught, Mark's stomach started to act up in a very weird manner. The younger boy in the picture was obviously Kunpimook and Kunpimook looked way to familiar to make Mark happy. Yes! He got that he baby sit the boy before but that were Mark remembered him from...he remembered him from last night.

His fat baby cheeks.

His beautiful big eyes.

His fluffy brown hair.

His button nose.

His long eyelash.

His dazzlingly smile.

     "HOLY!' Mark suddenly yelled, catching Janpen's attention and made her jump off the couch in shock and fear. Her eyes widen this time due to fear. Mark blinked rapidly as his eyes focused on a smaller picture underneath the big family frame that hanged on the wall. In the picture Mark's attention was focused on was a picture of a small Kunpimook with a small Janpen being held by no one other than him...

Oh my...

     "Hello Hyung..." A soft voice spoke up from behind Mark. It was Bambam's voice. He remembered it, it was the damn voice that made Mark come undone, it was the damn voice that kept replaying the whole, it was the damn voice that Mark was wondering where it's owner disappear to. "I missed you..." . Slowly, Mark tear his eyes away from the picture and turn completely around as he swallowed the lump in his throat once his eyes landed on the very same face he saw the night before.

Bambam...wait no...Kunpimook.

     "..." Mark whispered as Kunpimook smile slightly at him, his hands deep into the sleeve of his white sweater that seem to fit him overly big and help him give out the look and aura of innocence as if Kunpimook didn't give the sense out naturally.

...Mark just ed the kid...he used to baby sit.

He defiled the boy he tried to protect and love and nurture.

.

He just screwed Kunpimook Bhuwakul.

  Sorry my computer did something weird with this chapter but now it is fix. Comment. Review. Subscribe. Upvote. Tell me what you guys think I love reading comments it hype me up and makes me feel very happy!