Family Friend

Chapter 3

-2 Days Later-

Crash!

Bolting straight up, I tiredly looked around my room, only to find it empty. Shaking my head, I ruffled my hair and plopped back down on my pillows. Deciding it was just my imagination, I turned on my side, back facing my door, and tried to fall asleep again.

"Marcey!"

That's what I mean by tried. BamBam came barreling into my room, and jumped on my bed. In that process of him jumping to my bed, he happened to land on my hip, causing us both to groan out in pain.

"Fuck," I groaned, and shoved my face in my pillow once Bam rolled to the side. He gripped his stomach and curled into a ball on my right and groaned and coughed.

Footsteps soon followed, and 6 more people stood inside the room. They looked at the two of us confused, before seeing Bams face, then they all burst into laughter. Once the pain lessened, I moved my head to the side and watched the boys catch their breath as they sat on the floor.

"Yah," Junior started, before telling Bam something in Korean, causing the others to laugh some more. I smiled softly, sitting up and pulling the blanket up over my chest.

"Hey," I called, catching their attention. "Was that crash y'all?" Mark, Jackson, and BamBam all avoided eye contact while the others laughed sheepishly. With a roll of my eyes, I shooed them out, and shut the door.

Slipping on my brothers old football jersey, I walked downstairs, and towards the kitchen. The guys were rummaging the cabinets, and fridge, most likely searching for food. Rolling my eyes, I twirled my multiple wrist bands that covered my fore arm, and gained they're attention.

"I'll make something," I said. "Mark stay, everyone else out." Shooing the guys away, once again, Mark hopped on the counter and rested his elbows on his thighs, and head in his hands.

"You don't have to make us breakfast, you know," He mumbled.

"It's for the other night," I said. "Along with.. other things." He nodded in understanding, and watched as I leaned against the counter.

"How about pancakes," he suggested.

Suddenly a very crucial thought popped into my mind. Blushing, I looked to the side ad started to awkwardly laugh before coughing. "I can't actually cook..."

"Wait, what was that?" Mark asked, confused. I sighed, twirling my thumbs, and spoke louder as I repeated my statement. He sat in silence before I heard him snorting, and then coughing.

"It's not funny," I pouted, turning to glance at the older. He had his lips clenced shut, trying not to laugh and I sighed, before sticking my tongue out. That's when he lost it and started to laugh. "Help me? Please?" I questioned, now standing between his legs and giving my best puppy dog face.

"Fine fine," He laughed, lightly flicking my forehead. "Backup, I need to look for ingredients."

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-3rd POV-

Jackson walked back towards the guys after he peeked into the kitchen. He immediately told them what he saw, exaggerating a few parts, however the others seemed interested. Normally Mark never was able to get out of his shell that easily. It only happened if he was extremely comfortable with people. Knowing that the oldest member, the introvert, was suddenly out there laughing, smiling, and talking around someone he's never met, made them intrigued.

"They looked like a couple," Jackson stated, informing that as he spoke in Korean. "It was so weird."

"Stop syping on them," Jb said, rolling his eyes at the younger member. Jackson pouted, and crossed his arms.