"Why the are you at/in my window?", Mark asked him trough his half open window.

"I didn't want to wake your parents....", Jackson replied.
It should sound like a statement, but came out more like a...suggestion.

"I live alone.", Mark said.

Silence.
Jackson pokerface.

"And I know, that you absolutely know that I live alone."

Jackson still pokerface.
Because he actually really did know.

"Okay, okay.", he huffed. "I'm not wearing my contact lenses and wasn't able to read the name tags in the lobby."

"....so you just climbed up to the third floor. Without knowing on which floor I'm living.", Mark asked,  the sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Nah, you told me once. So I thought I could use this cute fire ladder.", Jackson grinned and patted the fire ladder he was currently sitting on. In front of Mark's window.
The elder couldn't help but hide a smile. Wow, Jackson remembered.  They always met at his place, just one time they crashed down in Mark's flat. And that was at a time when they'd been really, really, REALLY drunk. Really.

"There are 3 other apartments on this floor.", Mark said.

"I thought I would just look through the window.", Jackson said.

"What if you mistake another girl or boy as me because you're not wearing your contact lenses?", Mark said.

"I'm pretty sure the girl and/or boy would scream seeing my at her/his window.", Jackson said. And pulled that infamous weird Jackson face.

Mark giggled.

....

"Will you let me in already?"

"No."

"Well then, I'm just gonna climb to the other boy over there who is currently taking off his clothes.", Jackson sighed. "So I'm just gonna pretend it's you, which should be easy as I'm not wearing my contact lenses."

Was he...? Did he actually just started climbing?!

Mark ripped the window fully open.
Grabbed Jackson's collar violently. 
And dragged him inside.
"Get in here."

Later, when they share Mark's bed
The elder played with Jackson's hands and fingers, which where placed on the elders hips. Jackson had his chest against Mark's back and his face nuzzled in his neck.
"You don't need contact lenses."

"Will you just shut up already?"

"No. Tell me."

The younger sighed.
"The elevator is out of use, as you should probably know, and I didn't want to take the stairs."

"So you just climbed up to the third floor on the fire ladder. Because it's so much easier."

Mark felt the other boy shrugging. 

"It seemed more interesting than the stairs."

The red turned around in the warm embrace, what made Jackson grumble lightly, because he couldn't hide his face anymore.

"No really? The fire ladder?", Mark chuckled. 

Jackson kept his eyes closed tho and just moved even closer to him.

"Shut up Tuan. I'm wild and y.", Jackson grumbled but you could hear the hint of amusement in his raspy voice. He kissed him on the forehead. 

"Now go to sleep already."

With that the younger burried his face on Mark's collar bones. And drifted off to sleep again.
Mark chuckled again and put a kiss on Jackson's tussled hair.

"Sure."

...

"And I wanted to see your face the moment you recognize me at your window.", the low voice muttered.

Mark's fingers stopped playing with the dark strands of hair, in which they were currently tangled.

"Was it worth it?"

The elder could literally feel the infamous big grin on Jacksons face and the high pitched trademark laugh running trough his body. Though the breathless chuckle from Jackson after he snuggled closer, made Mark shiver pleasantly even more.

Some days later
Mark and Bambam were standing in front of their work. Or more like in front of the building. Because their boss, Jaebom, apparently forgot to unlock the doors. Or maybe he was still sleeping. They tried calling his phone. No use.

"He wants us to be finished with the projekt in 1 hour but he isn't even here himself!", Bambam started raging. "What does he expect us to do? Flying?  Climbing?" He ruffled his hair, frustrated. "I'm not freaking spiderman! "

"Let's use the fire ladder. ", Mark said. He walked over and started climbing.

"What?", Bambam shouted and looked at Mark, as if he was mentally retarted.

"Pshhht, Bambam. Fire ladders are wild and y.", Mark grinned and kept climbing.

I cannot believe I've actually published this ._. Sry

I know there are a lot of really good writers here, so this site doesn't need my stories...but if anybody is interested in some Yugbam or has some ideas for Yugbam I could probably...write.., something....? *hides behind her couch* ^{Because this world needs more Yugbam!}

I'm also working on another Jark story... should I write it: Yay or nay?