“It’s bambam, right?”

Dark brown eyes blinked once..twice.

“uh?”

The older male chuckled, giving the other an easy grin. “It is bambam, I remember,” he said casually. Bambam hesitated for a moment before sinking into his seat. God, what a way to embarrass himself, he couldn’t even speak properly. Jackson must think he’s a total idiot at this point. It seemed like all his impressions of himself upon meeting the guy turned out badly and the blond boy mentally screamed at his own stupidity and wished the bus floor would swallow him hole and save him from saying anything else completely stupid.
Gathering his focus, Bambam gave a weak smile. “Hey,” he murmured, fingers rubbing at the backpack strap in his lap. “what’s up?”

‘Easy, smooth conversation, I can totally do this. ‘

Jackson shrugged and crossed his nice looking arms, which bambam’s eyes couldn’t help but follow. Still nice looking, despite being covered by a black crewneck sweatshirt. “Eh, headed to school. I’m assuming you are too? I’ve never seen you on this bus before.”

The bus lurched a bit, causing the two to rock with its motion.

“yeah, about that,” Bambam chuckled awkwardly, “ I usually take the one before this, but my stupid roommate didn’t wake me up since I forgot to set my alarm and, well, you know how that goes…missed it.” Jackson laughed before replying. “Man, I know how that is. I always sleep in, I’m just too lazy to set my alarm, but luckily my roomie JB or his man-wife manages to get me up. I sleep like a rock sometimes.” Bambam couldn’t help but imagine how a sleeping Jackson would look. Really cute, maybe? Did he sleep with a shirt or no shirt? Bambam shook his head before his mind turned for the worse.

“So,” he started, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves. God, why did he always manage to get tongue tied talking to this person? He was actually surprised Jackson even wanted to talk to him, if the roles were reversed, Bambam would be staring out the window with his headphones on. “W-what are you studying?” he continued weakly, mentally berating himself for the giving the most basic and boring question. Jackson hummed a bit before replying. “Nothing too cool, just music. Why, what’re you going to school for?” Bambam quickly answered, “music!” They shared a look and laughed. “wow, So we’re in the same program? That’s awesome. But, you just started, right? It definitely gets harder, but the instructors are amazing! Especially once you get Jun. K, he’s a blast, “ Jackson gave a grin. “Although I’m surprised that I haven’t seen you around the halls before, considering we’re in the same department. I’m pretty sure I could spot your blond hair perfectly over the crowd.”

Before Bambam could get a word in, the bus dragged to a stop, the both of them rocking in their seats. “Oh, wow, we got here faster than it seemed.” Jackson stood up, causing Bambam to get up as well.

“ Hey…” Bambam murmured, following the line of people getting off the bus, Jackson right behind him. They got off and the bus door closed behind them, the large vehicle shifting into gear and driving away from the curb. Jackson shifted his bag on his shoulder, looking at the smaller boy. “Listen, I know we just met and all, but it’d be great if we could hang out..or something? I mean, if you don’t want to that’s fine, I Totally understand.” Bambam quickly muttered out, staring at his feet. Why was he talking to his feet? He could hear Jackson shifting and taking a step towards the music department, causing Bambam to look up. “Yeah totally, dude. Hey, let’s hang out later this weekend.” Bambam perked up.
“ I’ll get JB and his boyfriend, and mark and you can get Yugyeom and we’ll have ourselves a little party. Hey, let’s karaoke! “Jackson gave a boisterous laugh before taking another step. “I’ll see you later, Bambam, I’m running late, which so are you! Shouldn’t you get going? Wait, which way are you going?” Bambam pointed the other direction. “Oh..well, yeah! I’ll catch you later, man. Bye!” And with that, Jackson turned and jogged off towards his class, leaving bambam by himself on the curb. 

Staring after the older, the blond boy stayed there for a few moments, unsure if what just happened before he slapped his hand to his forehead. “, I forgot to ask for his number.” Wait, would that have been awkward, asking someone for their number? Would he think he was hitting on him? Well, technically it kind of was, since Bambam liked him, but he wasn’t going to make it obvious hitting on him…He groaned, before turning and quickly sped towards his own class. Still, things went pretty well according to what happened, he did manage to get the guts to ask Jackson out to...hang out…with all the other guys….so there was that. He frowned. Not that he minded hanging out with everyone, it actually gave him a chance to get to know Jackson more in a more friendly setting, comfortable with everyone else around them so they wouldn’t suspect that he had a totally gay crush on someone who probably wasn’t gay.
Bambam couldn’t help but laugh at his own predicament as he made it to his class, the door already shut, signaling class had started. in a breath, he opened the door quietly, attempting to sneak in but the instructor just happened to be by the door, so that plan went out the window. He got a look, but nothing was said and Bambam gave a look of apology before quickly moving to his seat in the back.

~*~

The hours dragged on, until finally the clock overhead struck 2:00 and Bambam quickly stood from his seat, grabbing his things.
“Hey!” 
A hand slapped his back, causing the blond boy to jump. He spun around, ready to snap at the person who managed to surprise him before noticing it was just Yugyeom playing around, a look of mirth on his face as he laughed into his hand to stifle the noise. “Dude! Don’t do that!” bambam cried out, smacking his friend regardless, causing Yugyeom to laugh even louder. “ I’m sorry, you were right there..I had to take the chance.” Bambam threw his bag onto his shoulder before walking off, his friend trailing after him. “ thanks for waking me up, by the way,” He said with major annoyance. “I missed the bus this morning! And you didn’t even get me up on time!” Yugyeom held his hands up in front of him, “dude, I tried! You were like, knocked out. I went in there at ..i don’t even know. I did try to wake you up, though.” Bambam frowned before huffing.
“yeah yeah, well, apparently working out really took it out of me so in the end it’s your fault because you dragged me there in the first place.” The taller shrugged, before replying. “you snooze, you lose I guess. Anyway, so JB, you know the guy we met at the gym, he said Jackson texted him this morning saying you invited everyone to go karaoke? How did you manage to do that?” Bambam stuttered in his steps, almost tripping himself.
“I, uh..”
Yugyeom gave him an expectant look.
“on the bus I managed to catch, I met Jackson on there and we talked a bit…and I asked if he wanted to hang out, and he said, ‘sure! I’ll invite everyone and we’ll make it a karaoke party!’ or something, to that extent. So, that’s what happened.” He shrugged, looking anywhere but Yugyeom’s face. He most definitely did not want his friend to catch on to what he really wanted.
“awh , look at you, making friends, “the taller teased, opening the door for the both of them to go outside. “finally, it won’t just be me you hang out, I definitely need a break. “ Bambam stuck out his tongue at the other and they both walked to the bus stop. “So,did you get Jackson’s number or something to plan the time and date?” the blond boy coughed loudly. Talking about this out loud with another made him feel incredibly stupid for some reason..

“No, I did not,” He said nonchalantly, staring at the people walking across the street. “I just..forgot. But, if we go to the gym again, we can catch them, right? Then I could get his number, correct?” Yugyeom shrugged, pulling his mp3 player out of his pocket and fiddling with the song selection. “ I suppose, but I don’t know if they’ll go tonight. I guess I could text JB..better yet, I could just ask him for jackson’s number.” 
"err, right... that's fine, i think." biting his lower lip, bambam couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. this seemed to be going a little fast and he didn't want to come off as some thirsty guy or something and scare Jackson off. He'd just get the number but not actually call Jackson. Just let it sit in his contacts on his phone, collecting dust. That seemed like a solid plan so far. 
"So?"
Bambam looked up. "what?"
"ask for his number?" Yugyeom said impatiently, phone in hand and fingers poised to text.
"I said yes, " the blond sighed tiredly. He was feeling a little...insecure for some reason and he didn't know what was causing it..and he didn't like it whatsoever. 

~*~

AN:
the smallest update i am so sorry it took like...what..3 months??? to do this?? i just...was not really sure in what direction i want this story to go because originally i wanted it like a oneshot but look how that turned out. 
i'm still very unsure what direction im taking with this but here's hoping the next update won't take me another 10 years haahah ^__TT thanks for your patience. as always, un-betad, un-edited because i have no time fo' that.