Are You Playing? ( YugBam)

Part 3

"The treat earlier tasted pretty good..." Bambam said in a teasingly manner as he popped the botton of Yugyeom's pants and lowered his zipper at a snail's pace. The younger could barely register the words, his mind already too hazy that he couldn't pay much attention.

"But I know something that will taste a lot better..." Bambam slid in his naughty hand and freed Yugyeom's hard on erect--

"NO!"

Bambam jumped at the sudden words extolled by Yugyeom, the effusion was so loud it startled the sane out of Bambam. Then the older throw an inquisitive glare at Yugyeom.

"What the hell??" Bambam watched as his best friend frantically slaps himself, beads of sweat still dripping out of his forehead as the rest of his body twitches.

'NO! Stupid Yugyeom, no dirty thoughts about Bambam, he's your best friend, no dirty thoughts. No dirty thoughts. No dirty-'

Yugyeom sneaked a peek over to Bambam and saw the other in queer looking at him, eyes wide open with confusion and lips plump and red from the lollipop.

"NO!"

"What??"

Bambam watched as Yugyeom mumbled a quick apology before dragging himself hastily to the bathroom, leaving the rather perplexed Bambam behind.

Yugyeom abruptly stripped and opened the shower. 'I'll just take a cold shower and forget all this shit I am thinking, forget how ed I am, forget how freaking y Bambam looked-- oh God, this is all Jackson-hyung's fault and all his R-19 stories. Ugh!'

To whoever gave that ing goddamn candy to Bambam, I WILL END YOU.

Jackson secretly peeked on what was happening on the living room, and was really disappointed the he didn't see his younger group mates molesting each other. Instead he saw a rather pissed off Bambam squalling on the couch. He can tell that Bambam was hell irritated on what had happened, disappointed maybe.

He quickly approached the younger man and sat beside him on the couch, "What had happened?"

"Jackson-hyung, your plan didn't work! I thought it would be a sure do situation?"

"What do you mean it didn't work?! That plan was almost perfect. Nobody can resist such act!" Jackson smirked in disappointed, plopped himself on the sofa and stared at the blank ceiling while questioning himself why didn't it work.

"Did you do what I told you to?"

"I even made extra sure to be excessively loud!"

"Well damn, he must have the self-control of a saint... or he is really not into you, which is far more impossible than my first option. He might really be that pure and innocent."

"Jackson-hyung, what else can I do to get him to give in?"

Jackson fixed hair quickly and rubbed the bottom of his chin, thinking thoroughly before uttering straight while staring at Bambam's eyes.

"How much are you against the idea of cooking while ?"

"Why does your left cheek have a hand mark, it was like you were slapped by a girl?" Mark poked the odd red mark on Jackson's face.

"Don't ask."