Secret Touch | MarkBam |

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It was finally Friday. The Friday after the best Thursday BamBam has ever had in his entire life. He didn't regret his decision from the previous night, losing his virginity to Mark Tuan was more special than he could have imagined. Sure there were no 'I love yous' exchanged, but he gave someone a part of himself that he thought his crush deserved. It was special to him and that's what mattered.

He thought about what Jackson said about "Mark being a fuckboy", and he had no idea what Jackson was talking about, Mark didn't seem like all that bad of a guy. It's not like he kicked BamBam out after they had sex. That was actually quite the contrary. Mark actually let him stay for dinner (though Mark's parent's weren't home) and he gave him a ride home after.

Thinking about the amazing time he had just yesterday was making BamBam feel lonely. It was Friday night, a night for teenagers and kids to go out and have fun; clear their heads of class projects and piles of homework that need to be done. Yet here he was, stuck at home with nothing to do. Mark had an away game so he couldn't cling to him and Jackson was well.... Let's not talk about Jackson. At least Youngjae made plans for BamBam tomorrow.

BamBam sulked walking down the stairs, wrapped in a blanket cocoon. His back still hurt from yesterday. Hiding his limp was tough enough to do during school but was even more difficult to hide from his overprotective mother. He doesn't want to lie to her for a second time this week, he hates liars.

"Why aren't you out with your friends honey? It's a Friday night." His mother's concerned voice interrupted him mid-pout.

He stopped in the middle of the staircase to look at her with dark expression, blanket wrapped around his face making him look like a grumpy nun. "Don't remind me," BamBam huffed, turning forward again to continue grumping down the staircase.

"Someone's in a mood," she teased in a motherly fashion. "Why don't you call Jackson? You two can have a movie night. I'll run out and buy some snacks and drinks for you guys. You can have the living room to yourselves."

BamBam's expression just became more solemn. He was grumpy, in pain and wanted to bury himself away in pillows and couch cushions. If he was going to bury himself alive, it would be in something comfortable and soft.

"Aww, did my baby have a fight with his best friend?" Her motherly instincts were kicking in and telling her to comfort her son.

He just nodded his head slowly, wrapping himself even tighter in his safe haven of warmth. BamBam let his mother give him a 'mama bear hug' as he would call it. This made him feel better but not much, he now just wanted food.

"Mom, can you make me something to eat?" he asked, voice muffled from his sheets.

"Sure honey, what do you want?"

"Doesn't matter I just want something." He then slowly walked up the stairs with a wince of pain every so many steps (it also didn't help that he tripped over his blanket burrito twice).

So that night, BamBam spent the rest of his evening locked away in his room. He wondered how Mark's away game was going. He wondered what Youngjae and Jaebum's plans were for after the game (second thought, he didn't want to know). He even thought about Jackson. What was he doing while BamBam ate his loneliness away?

"Ahhh... Jackson.." Jinyoung scrunched his face up in pain.

"J-Jinyoung.."