Secret Touch | MarkBam |

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Getting up the next morning was a real challenge for BamBam, he just didn't feel like facing the real world today. The only 'motivation' he had this morning to get up was his mother storming in his room yelling at him to get up. When that wasn't enough to get him up, she grabbed one of the pillows that must've fallen on the floor throughout the night and hit him repeatedly until he got up.

Once he got to school, BamBam really wished his mom would have just let him stay home. Not that anything particularly bad was happening, he just felt like all eyes were constantly on him. This was really quite the contrary. He decided on sitting in the back of the classroom during homeroom so he could have a small nap before walking around like a zombie the rest of the day.

 
 
 

Mark on the other hand, walked into school with a big smile on his face. It was rare for the popular boy to show up with a frown on his face, but when he did, it was not something anyone wanted to witness. None of Mark's many fangirls throughout the school, wanted to see 'their precious Mark Oppa' anything other than happy.

He found his usual seat next to Jaebum and some Jackson kid that was always seen with BamBam. Jackson always gave Mark dirty looks from the corner of his eye, it concerned Mark because he doesn't remember ever even saying one word to the fellow senior.

"So Mark, did you make that loser with the weird hair pay for what he did to you yesterday?" Jaebum chuckled.

"Huh? Are you talking about BamBam?" Mark tilted his head to the side. He wasn't sure why Jaebum said BamBam's hair was weird. He found his spiked up black hair cute on the sophomore, especially his bleached bangs.

"Haha! A weird name to match his weird haircut. What a loser. So, what did you do? Beat him up?"

'No, I'm trying to be nice to him so I can get laid!'

"Nah, I let him off easy. He didn't seem like he did it on purpose." Mark waved off Jaebum's annoying and dumb questions, not wanting to raise any suspicions. Of course he has slept with a few girls and maybe a guy or two, but for some reason, he didn't want anyone to know about his future plans with BamBam.

"You're too nice sometimes. Oh! You're going to be at the volleyball game tonight right?"

"Well, of course, I am the captain after all." Volleyball has been Mark's life since middle school. He practices almost everyday and when he got picked as team captain, it was one of the best days of his life. All he wants now, is to snatch a volleyball scholarship for college.

The annoying bell rang causing Mark to groan, stand up and walk out of homeroom. He walked down to the first floor where his first class would be held. English, it was the one class Mark had straight A's in, it was his native language. Jackson, his unintended mortal enemy, also happened to be in this class. They both fought over the number one spot in the class, similarly how they would both soon be fighting over BamBam.

Nothing interesting happened in English, as usual, except the occasional glare from Jackson which had Mark a little on edge. He wrote down a short mental note to confront Jackson about this someday. Mark fell asleep towards the end of English, thankful he could escape Jackson's death glare that could actually kill him.

Lunch arrived quickly due to Mark's staring off into space and sleeping in class. They were having pizza for lunch today and because 'pizza is his life' he was pretty happy. Mark sat down at his lunch table with the rest of his friends and happily bit into his slice of pizza, smiling and humming a bouncy tune to himself.