Secret Touch | MarkBam |

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I love predebut MarkBam

The next day was just all around awful for Jackson. He woke up late with a pounding headache and still in the same clothes from yesterday. Panic hit him when he realized his alarm didn't go off. He jumped out of bed, throwing his blankets off the bed with him, making it look as if a tornado had just invaded the sanctuary known as his room.

He ripped off yesterday's clothes and got a quick shower, scrubbing off any accumulated dirt from the day before. Sadly, all of the soap and scrubbing didn't seem to wash away the stress and sadness from the night before. Tossing and turning in his sleep last night; he was unable to escape his thoughts about what might happen today.

He was terrified that he might've lost his best friend due to his stupid actions and feelings. Now that he thought back on last night's dreadful decision, he wasn't even remotely sure why he missed BamBam in the first place. It wasn't the right time, it was the exact opposite. This wasn't how he planned to express how he felt to the younger (not that he was really planning to confess or anything).

His somewhat stress-relieving shower was short-lived and soon enough he was running to school with his book bag weighing him down. The predicament from the night before and waking up late, made him completely forget about BamBam's homework. So there Jackson was, running to school with the sophomore's textbook and homework slung over his shoulders.

Jackson pressed the buzzer on the school's entrance and explained to the kind office secretary that he was just a late student. He grabbed the books he would need for the day out of his locker and walked into his homeroom.

"Mr. Wang, late today I see," Mrs. Song, Jackson's homeroom teacher, said. The irritation was more than apparent in her voice.

"I'm sorry, my alarm didn't go off today..." He really didn't want to be sent down to the office this morning just for being late. That was all he needed.

"I'll let it slide this time. Considering it's your first time being late."

"Thank you Mrs. Song. It won't happen again," he bowed and sat down in his assigned seat.

He slumped down in his seat with a sigh, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Jackson usually did this when he was stressed out or was having a bad day. Today was definitely one of those days where it was a lot of both; making him already want to go home even though he only walked into school not even five minutes ago.

Once Jackson felt that he had cleared his mind enough he reached down to grab his book bag which felt like a ton of bricks. How he had run to school with this on his back without passing out is a miracle all on its own. The contents inside his bag revealed why it was so heavy in the first place. From the rushing around this morning and shoving everything into his bag at once, he realized he had brought BamBam's algebra book with him along with the younger's homework.

"Shit..." He cursed under his breath.

"What's up with you?" An annoyingly familiar voice questioned.

"And what the fuck do you want?" Jackson turned around and spit venom at Mark. Though he was at least trying to be civil and respectful towards the fellow senior for BamBam's sake, today that was just not going to happen.

Mark's eyes widened in shock, not understanding what Jackson's problem was. He was pretty sure he didn't do anything this morning to piss him off. "Nothing. Forget it." He decided to wave it off and let him be grumpy on his own time.

     
     
    
     

Jackson had been avoiding BamBam like the plague; similar to what the young boy had been doing to Mark only yesterday. He had absolutely no idea on how to even begin to apologize to his crush. Jackson thanked his dear Lord, G-Dragon, that he didn't accidentally bump into BamBam.