smile!! [yugbam]

exhibit 15

the room was surrounded by wooden planks. it made out to be looking like an unfurnished treehouse, with many vines and leaves were the only pop of color filling the area.

blankets, clothes, and empty spray cans were scattered all over the floor. there was a picnic table in the middle of the room which had a polaroid, a lightning bolt charm, and journal entry 15 on it.

the polaroid was dated '950408.

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the construction is done.

the two worked on their dream house for hours, and it's finally getting somewhere. the structure of the treehouse and shack were built. now it was time for decoration and furniture.

*click*. bambam took a pic of the partially finished treehouse. "finally! we get to sleep inside somewhere now. not just camping on the cold floors." he looked over at the shack with one mattress already moved in it.

the treehouse was more of an escapism place. where they could either do their hobbies, or hang out with just each other in there, doing or talking about whatever the hell they wanted to. it seemed perfect.

yugyeom took out his bag full of spray can and dumped them out on the floor, rummaging around to find certain colors. "the hard stuff is done. now, the fun part!" he shook a yellow can around and started painting petals around the door frame.

bambam pouted in awe. "are you painting dandelions?"

yugyeom nodded with excitement. "of course. it's my favorite flower AND it reminds me of you, and how much i like you."

bambam watched yugyeom paint so gracefully. it reminded him of their first interactions. "geez, you can't go a day without telling me how much you like me, huh?"

"aye!" he punched him playfully in the shoulder. "you got a fucking problem with that?"

bambam chuckled in response. "well..." he started to over analyze the question yugyeom was asking to him. he began drifting away, daydreaming about the possible words that could give him the most butterflies he's ever felt in his entire lifetime. "maybe... maybe i do." he spit out without thinking.

"wait what?" yugyeom's heart immediately stopped beating. "what do you mean you do...?"

"no no wait! i didn't mean it like that!" bambam panicked. "i meant-"

"fuck off!" yugyeom dropped his spray can and ran up the ladder of the treehouse to hide in the corner.

bambam ran after him, cursing himself off for
wording his statement very wrong. "yugyeom! yugyeom, please don't get too upset!" he reached out his hands to the boy who was curled up in a ball.

"get your fucking hands off of me!" yugyeom slapped him away.

"come on... don't act this way." bambam sighed. "you know even if i said that, i would NEVER mean it."

"you said it with such a serious tone. it made my heart sink like crazy."

"i'm sorry, i worded it wrong. i promise i-"

"fuck off." he repeated once more.

"fine. i guess my gyeomie doesn't want apology kisses from his boyfriend." bambam shrugged his shoulder as he crawled towards the exit, sitting in the ledge, getting ready to jump down.

he looked up to the cloudy sky that was slowly turning gray. yugyeomie... when i said i do have a "problem" with that, i meant because i want it to be stronger than 'i like you'. i want to hear you say i-