They were careful, careful of each other’s feelings and others as well. The decision was they weren’t a thing yet, even if Mark died to be, Yoojin still refused. Why? Because she knows many would disapprove.

“Who cares what others think?” Mark had asked her that night, “I do. I care, and you should too. Your fans, your parents and especially Sara would be hurt, please respect that” Yoojin told him, he didn’t want to listen to her words and he wanted to ignore what she said but he knows she was right.

Even if Yoojin was just looking forward and trying to forget what happened the night she confessed, Mark was pretty obvious that something had happened. A smile never left his face during classes, he offered her many stuff, banned her from sitting next to Jackson since well… his Jackson. Everyone would always seem to shrug of their thoughts about the two, well except for one.

Bambam distant himself from the two, he couldn’t bring himself to see them even sit next to each other, or talk to them dividually. When Yoojin would talk to him he would panic and run off and avoid her. Bambam just couldn’t bring himself to accept what he saw that night. No matter how much he tells himself that he was just seeing things, that everything was a hallucination- it was useless.

The three of them helped Ms Baek enter the Tuan’s mansion. Yoojin was by her mum side while the two guys took in her stuff. Ms Baek was finally out of the hospital after having to wait for such a long time. She was fine, but would need to go for regular check-up since she has high blood pressure.

“Are you sure about this?” Ms Baek asked her daughter, “are you sure they won’t mind about us living with them?”

Mark who was following the mother and daughter behind butted in, “of course not Ms Baek. It’s a pleasure to have you here with us”

Ms Baek looked over her shoulders and smiled gratefully, “I’ll make sure to do my best Young Master”

Yoojin cringe at the way her mum addressed Mark, “just call him Mark mum, it sounds weird with you saying Young Master all of the sudden”

“he’s still our boss darling, I have to respect him as much as I should respect his parents”

 Bambam smiled, he always thought of Ms Baek as a really cute mother, so innocent and loveable, “I’m sure Mark doesn’t mind Ms Baek”

 Mark shook his head, “I don’t mind at all. It honestly made me feel uncomfortable hearing you call me Young Master” Mark laughed awkwardly. “Ah... Then, Mark is it” Ms Baek smiled.

Bambam stayed over for dinner that night, he was quiet during the whole time even if Ms Baek tried to make him talk by asking him questions he only responded with short answers.

“What’s wrong with you?” Mark asked him when both of them were doing the dishes. Yoojin was showing Ms Baek around the house leaving the two boys alone. “I don’t feel well today” Bambam replied not looking up from the sink. “That’s what you said yesterday, the day before that when I asked you the same questions” Mark frowned.

“Maybe because I’ve been feeling sick for a long time”

“or maybe your just avoiding me” Bambam looked at Mark then shrugged, “maybe I am”

That left Mark speechless, now that he thought about it Bambam haven’t talked to him like usual, he would decline when the whole group would invite him over when they hang out, or if he did go he would just listen to music in the corner and sleep. Mark continued to wash the dishes with him but none of them uttered another word.

“Let’s stop this. Please, it’s driving me insane. I don’t know what happened to you, I don’t know if I did anything or said anything for you to be like this but please stop” Mark sighed after saying that, he kept it in for so long and now it was finally out. They were in the hallways at school, students passed them and some stayed to watch. Cecilia arrived to join the spectators, also in aware if one of them to burst.

“I told you already I’m-”

“Not feeling well? Yeah I already heard that line from you a 1000 times already” Mark butted in, Bambam rolled his eyes to the side, catching a glimpse of Sara in the crowd. “Do you have no self-control or do you really just have no respect for other people’s feelings?” he asked Mark. “I hope you remember that ring on your finger”

Mark knew he was talking about Yoojin and he was referring about Sara. If Yoojin and his ‘relationship’ were accidently revealed then that was to deal with later, right now he didn’t get why his best friend was siding with someone else. Mark thought that Bambam would be the person that would support him and Yoojin the most because of their friendship but he guessed wrong.

“So much for friendship. Can’t you just be happy for us? You were also one who hated this idea” Mark brought his hand up and pointed at the ring. “Still… it isn’t officially over yet” Bambam shrugged.

“Stop being stubborn, I know you don’t care about her feelings as well. But I just don’t get why you’re getting mad about our decision? What happened to our friendship? Your friendship with her as well” Mark raised his voice, annoyance building in for both of them.

Sara wanted to walk away; she couldn’t stay to listen to Mark saying that she was nothing to him but Bambam’s gaze on her felt almost as if he was forcing her feet to be glued to the floor. “No, you’re wrong, I was of a friend of hers, she wasn’t just a friend to me” Bambam whispered it, loud enough only for Mark to hear. Bambam revealed his feelings straight up to Mark, but Mark didn’t seem to get it, he was confused. Bambam bit his lip, he wanted to burst into laughter but he felt too tired and pathetic. Even if Mark did realise what Bambam meant he knew that wouldn’t change anything.

“How did you know?” Bambam asked Sara who was lying down on the grass, eyes closed. “About your liking Yoojin or the other crush you had?” she mumbled. “You know about Mark too?” Bambam’s eyes widen.

“There’s nothing I don’t know about everyone in your group of friends to be honest”

Bambam let out a soft chuckle, muttering ‘stalker’ underneath his breath making Sara to laugh.

 “Work with me. You like Yoojin, I like Mark, help me tear them apart. Let’s join forces” she offered. Bambam thought about it for a long time before nodding, “I’m in”

The test was finally over, everyone in the room groaned. Head slammed on the desk and sighed in relief that it was finished. With a nervous heart Yoojin gave in her papers, her teacher smiled at her reassuringly.

 “I tried my very best sir” Yoojin exaggerated. “Yes yes, I know you did” her teacher chuckled, waiting for Yoojin to walk off since the other students have to hand in theirs as well. “Oh come on you” Nayeon gave in her own before dragging Yoojin out of the room.

 “I’m sure you did fine” Nayeon repeated for the 9^th time already, the two walking to the first floor. “you should be happy that the test are finish, no more stress” she threw her hands in the air and squealed in delight.

“Until you see your grades” Bambam commented, appearing somewhere behind them.

“Ugh, don’t remind me” Nayeon frowned making Bambam grin.

The three decided to hang out in the movies, since for the 2^nd years it was the last day of the entire test, and when it was finish they get to have the permission to leave early.

Nayeon had full of popcorn and looked all over the theatre to find their seats. Because it was a weekday not a lot of people went out, this left the trio to have the whole theatre to them. The movie they decided to watch was Taken 3, only because Nayeon loved Liam Neeson’s acting skills, the other two didn’t mind and just went along with it.

Even though Nayeon was the one who was really looking forward to watching the movie, she left during the first quarter of the movie due to stuff going at home, it left Bambam and Yoojin in a very strangely awkward position.

Bambam looked over to his right, Yoojin kept on shuffling in her seat trying to find a comfortable position. Her eye lids were already close, Bambam knew that the poor girl was exhausted and he felt sorry. He battled against himself whether to help Yoojin or not, whether to get close to her, whether to touch her.

In the end he already found himself leading her head to his shoulders pushing up the arm rests of the chairs. Yoojin sighed happily and sleepily draped her arms around his torso creating a warm smile on Bambam’s face.

Yoojin POV:

I moved my face deeper into the warmth of this thing I was hugging tightly. The thing was rather strange, it was my back delicately, the place that I had my head on was moving up and down in a steady beat. My eye lids fluttered open the darkness of the room took a while for me to adjust.

“Morning sunshine” the thing spoke. Wait what?! I looked up and saw Bambam’s face, my eyes travelled down to my arms and I was holding his torso tightly. I reattached my arms and sat up, clearing my throat awkwardly.

“If I fell asleep you could’ve told me” Bambam laughed and sat up, “the movie is nearly over. You two girls just wasted your money”

 I pouted and slouched back to my seat, eyes focused on the screen. “You’re a heavy sleeper god damn. You were holding onto me so tight I nearly had hard time breathing” Bambam joked out of nowhere. “You could’ve tried harder” I mumbled, “its awkward just thinking about it”

I internally kicked myself, how could I fallen asleep? plus I nearly hugged Bambam to death. “What’s so awkward about it Yoojin? We always sleep next to each other, what’s the difference with then and now?” He was laughing but it somehow sounded sad, it made me feel sad too.

“It just is” I responded quietly. Somehow, everything that has to do with Bambam felt so awkward, it didn’t feel right. There was a huge difference with then and now, even if it was only a few weeks ago when Bambam and I were alone together it didn’t feel like this.

 The mansion was bigger, but when we were together that night it didn’t feel as big, the theatre is big but even if we were sitting next to each other he was like a mile away.

“It’s strange isn’t it? Seating next to you alone like this, it feels new even if we have done this about a million times, I can’t even talk to you normally like before. You’re almost like a stranger. What happened to us Yoojin?” I took peek of him, he was staring at me. In his eyes I could tell that he knew the answer to his own question, but he wanted me to be the one saying it.

“I don’t know Bambam. You’re the one avoiding me” I leaned further away from him, eyes focused on the movie. I pretended that I was seriously into the movie but I really wasn’t. How was I supposed to focus when I had so many questions I wanted to ask Bambam, how was I supposed to watch when the atmosphere felt like it was about to suffocate me whole. It was the truth though; he and I both know that he was the reason. I don’t know why but he was avoiding me.

Even at school when I try to have a conversation with him he would completely ignore my existence or make up an excuse to not talk to me. Even during our group of friend hang out together, he would only sit there and listen to music through his phone or just simply sleep. I heard about the ‘fight’ with him and Mark the other day, I don’t know what was going with them as well, the two guys who used to be one was struggling to even have a simple talk. I also heard that Bambam has been seeing Sara a lot lately, he has completely changed. I didn’t like it one bit, it was confusing me, Got7 and 6mix as well. We were confused and having mixed emotions as a whole. We don’t like the Bambam right now, not even one bit.

“I’m sorry. I have my reasons” he whispered, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “And that is?” “unless you really want this whole situation, the whole in our friendship to become even bigger to the point that its wrecked to the core, then I would really honestly just straight up tell you right now”

 I furrowed my brows and gave him a look, “nothing can ruin our friendship Bambam. You and I both know that? Right now, there is no hole, just a little bump on the road that can be fix if we both cooperate dearly. I’m trying my very best to figure out what has happened to you, I want to be able to bring the old smiley Bambam back. If you’re hiding something, or if there is a problem tell me, I’ll listen, I’ll help. Were friends remember? We don’t hide anything from each other”

he laughed out loud after hearing what I said. His head thrown back and his arms clutching his stomach as he laughed his socks off. If anyone saw him right now they would think he was crazy. “You’re funny. You want to find out who started this? Sure…” he snorted, “What about you? Are you being completely honest right now? Isn’t there something you had forgotten to tell me? The group as well? You’re not hiding something yourself right?” he challenged me, eyes twinkling dangerously. The whole room felt so hot.

‘He can’t possibly know’

He nodded at me slightly, answering my question as if he could read my mind

‘So he does know’

And then he howled in laughter all over again, “I’m going mad!” He shouted between his laughter. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to leave. “Do something about your head, its effin up” I hissed. He didn’t respond but I could feel his eyes never leaving the trail of my back as I walked down the stairs.

“You wanna know? You wanna help? You want the old Bambam back?” He shouted. I didn’t look back but he continued. He knew I was listening. “How can you help me when you are the one who created me like this? The old Bambam was a coward, he was stupid and slow. He was a horrible person that can’t take reality so he effed up” I rolled my eyes, he was speaking nonsense again.

“Because he likes you, you fool” I nearly tripped over my own foot as his words struck my heart. “The old one and this ‘new’ Bambam like you” My heart beat quickened, how could the situation turn like this. How could everything be so messed up? It was too confusing, too much for me to handle

The three of us were swayed easily, our old ‘love’ turned 360 and went to the person we didn’t expect. Our hearts were easily swayed, everyone’s was. “No you don’t. You don’t like me. You can’t like me. You’re confusing yourself Bambam, snap out of it” I told him firmly over my shoulder.

 “I think I know my own feelings better than you do Yoojin” I could hear his steps following mine, I looked straight ahead, I can’t face him. “Why can’t I like you?” he whispered, I felt his presence right behind me. His voice slurred of sadness and pain.

“Because I like Mark”

I ran away before he could say anything back, before he could catch up. Because I know if I stayed longer I might start questioning my feelings, my decisions and that will only become heartache to everyone involved.

Author's Note:

My laptop has been real pain in the , its really hard to post up a chapter so if you guys dont hear from me for 2 weeks or so, it might be because my laptop is getting cleaned or fixed what ever you call it.

Sorry for this crappy chapter aswell, my mind is going all over the place. Ugh, i need to think of a story for my English class.TT__TT