Secret Touch | MarkBam |

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BamBam came home later than usual that Tuesday he was with Mark. Because of his overprotective mother, when he arrived at his house his mom pulled him into a bear hug.

"Where were you? I was worried sick."

"Calm down mom. I was only an hour late," he tried to act as if it wasn't that big of a deal while trying to wiggle out of his mother's bone-crushing hold.

"An hour is right!" She scolded. "Today you didn't have tutoring with Jackson. I thought you were kidnapped!" She gave her son a quick smack on the back of the head before walking back into the kitchen.

BamBam's happy mood depleted at the mention of Jackson. Its only been a day and he really missed his friend, but if Jackson didn't want to be around him he wouldn't force himself to be back in his friend's life.

He walked up to his room to work on his homework until it was time for dinner. The small amount of work he had to do (and none of it being algebra) it would take him an hour at most. This, he was thankful for.

Meanwhile, Jackson was in his room rolling around on his bed out of stress. It was the first time he had to avoid his closest friend because of something he did. He damned his own stupidity.

His bed a complete mess and hair poking out in every direction, he sat up and stared at his bedroom walls. He then screamed in frustration and fell back onto his bed.

The stress and guilt has been eating him alive all day. Stress, because of his actions from the previous night and guilt, upon deciding to avoid BamBam (which wasn't making the situation any better).

His mental state was worsening by the minute. He made up his mind, he's had enough. Tomorrow he was going apologize to BamBam.

Dinner that night at the Bhuwakul residence was slightly filled with tension. BamBam's mom was still a little upset with him because of the heart attack he gave her. Plus she had never gotten a straight answer out of her son when she asked where he was. BamBam was awful at coming up with lies on the spot.

By the end of dinner she forgave him and sent him off with a warning to 'never do that again'. BamBam promised and walked up to his room with a full stomach.

His mother's food always gave him comfort when he had bad days (or when he was just really hungry). Every night he ate her home cooked meals it just reminded him of Thailand and his family still living there.

BamBam walked into his room and sat down on beanbag chair that was facing the TV. He wanted to watch a movie before getting a shower so his food could settle a bit.

He decided on watching Captain America since it's one of his favorites. The action packed scenes and small jokes that were slipped in throughout the film made it seem almost perfect to BamBam.

After sitting on the edge of his seat during the film, even though he had seen it many times, he got up and stretched once it was over. He then grabbed a clean pair of boxers and bed clothes before walking into the bathroom.

He stripped out of clothes and walked into the shower, allowing the warm beads of crystal clear water to hit his caramel toned skin.

Carding his fingers through his dampened hair, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh. All of his anxieties that built up throughout the day were washed away with the water sliding down between his shoulder blades.

His thoughts were drowned away in the thin layer of water that covered the shower floor. The only thing left was the memory that he created earlier with Mark.

Just the thought of Mark made his cheeks turn a soft pink. Though, the steam wafting around in the small bathroom from his shower would've made his rosy colored cheeks seem normal.