"Discovering Mistakes"

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•• Bambam's POV ••

I froze for a second, trying to figure out what was happening. But soon, it felt like my body was moving on it's own as I was kissing Yugyeom back. My mind went blurry and I wasn't thinking straight! I heard Yugyeom moan and deepend the kiss more.

I was mentally yelling at myself to stop but I just couldn't, my body didn't let me. My hands roamed to Yugyeom's hair as I pulled harshly, exposing his milky white neck. I needed to stop...

~ Timeskip ~

We pulled away and I stare into Yugyeom's eyes as mine were wide with shock. Yugyeom was catching his breath while I sat there, thinking, Did I really just make out with my best friend..? I shook my head and cleared my throat.

"Yugyeom ah... We should, uh, need to get you home..." I stood up and Yugyeom pouted "Noo! Whut if... What if Youngjee hyuung gwets mad agaaain?" He said as his words slurred with his groggy voice.

I grabbed my coat from the rack and put it on, I took an extra jacket that was a size bigger than me. This should fit Yugyeom. I approached the younger and started dressing him in his shirt and the jacket, although it was quite difficult because he was squirming alot.

I took in Yugyeom's state as he looked shaken. His hair was messy as it stuck out at different angles, lips a little red from making out and his pale neck was now bombarded with ugly purple bruises. There were also some on his stomach... And chest... Good thing that was it, we didn't do anything else.

But I had to get Yugyeom out of here, before I lose my control...

"Come one Yugyeomie~ We need to get you home" I chimed, Wait... Where does he live? Doesn't he live with Youngjae? But... Where? "Uhhh, Gyeomie~ Where's your house?" I asked sheepishly and he shook his head, pouting a bit.

"Ainya... I dun't hwant to go back..." He said, still pouting. I groaned and ruffled my hair "Where do you wanna go then?" He looked at me in thought then said "Cafe Le Crem..." Huh? Why there..?

I shrugged it off and dragged a drunk Yugyeom to the car...

•• Youngjae's POV ••

I grew frustrated as we had yet to find Yugyeom anywhere. We went to every suggestion Jungkook gave. We went to the park, nothing. To the skating rink, nothing. The bowling alley, closed. And even the dance studio, his crew was there but no Yugyeom in sight.

I was readying to punch anyone near me. To be honest, I was pissed. And could already feel that side taking over. Luckily, Jaebum was here to keep me calm along the way.

We were in the cafe, taking a break after the long night. It's just 2 hours before midnight and we still haven't found my Yugbaby. All around me were sad faces deep in thought.

We remained like this for the past thirteen minutes we've decided to rest at the cafe. Everyone seemed like they wanted to give up and leave it to the cops to figure out, but not on my watch. We weren't giving up.

I jolted in my seat as I heard loud knocking on the door. Bang. Bang. Bang! The person hit the door furiously. Namjoon groaned and shouted, "Can't you read the sign?! WE'RE CLOSED!!" But the banging never stopped. Getting louder with each hit.

Suddenly, a voice called out "Nwamjoon Oppwa!! Wet mehh inn!!" Even though it was quite slurred and unclear, it sounded a little like... Yugyeomie? "Open the door." I ordered Namjoon, he did as told and opened the door.

Namjoon lost grip of the door as it flung open, revealing a very unstable Yugyeom hanging unto... Bambam? "Yugyeomie?!" Jin yelled, approaching the younger. "Hey! It is Yuggie!" Jungkook pointed out the obvious as Sungjong had his mouth agape.

I walked up to Yugyeom as he swayed left to right, I looked to Bambam, who had a concerned and panicked expression. "I thought you were in Thailand?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. I mean, Bambam moved to Thailand five years ago... When did he get back?

"I got back... Here like, *groan* a year ago... Hyung" Bambam struggled to say as Yugyeom was practically crushing him. I gestured for Jackson to come over, he approached without hesitation. "You can carry him, right?" He nodded to my question, taking Yugyeom off of Bambam's arms.

"Jackson Oppwaa~!" Yugyeom giggled as he wrapped his arms around Jackson's shoulders, rubbing his head against the other's shoulder like a cat. It was quite confusing and weird behavoir for him to act so affectionate.

I was about to question the younger but I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a worried Bambam "Neh?" "Uhm... Can I... Talk to you... Outside..?" I nodded and followed the other outside, bringing Jaebum with me just in case... I spazz out again...

~ A lot of explaining later ~

"YOU WHAT?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, I can't believe what Bambam just told me. He... He... "I made out with Yugyeom... And kinda gave him a few hickeys..." Bambam admitted, looking down, ashamed.

Jaebum was holding unto my shoulder, in case I was about to lose it. Good, because, I slowly was. I scratched my head furiously as I glared holes unto his head "I... You... BAMBAM!" I yelled again, making him flinch.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Youngjae hyung! It's jus that when he jumped at me I-" I cut him off, raising my hand "I don't. Wanna hear it." I threaten, feeling my blood boil. I stomped inside and I heard him following, while calling my name.

•• Jackson's POV ••

I stared at Yugyeom as he was snuggling into me, just like a really big cat. He purred, making me hold in a laugh. He was acting so funny, it was so weird. Yugyeom looked up to me with a, kinda blank..? expression I guess?

He leaned in closer and muttered "Oppwa~" My eyes widened as I smelled the alcahol in his breath. He was drunk! No doubt. Well, it explains his messed up behavior. "You drank didn't you?" I asked and he nodded in response.

"Jwust a wittol bit..." He pouted, making me smile a bit. Okay. A drunk Yugyeom is damn cute... But, soon I found myself frowning. Does this mean he's been underage drinking? I guess so "You shouldn't have been drinking."

He frowned also and tucked his head in my neck "Bambam hyung swaid it wus okieee..." He slurred, a little muffled but still understandable. I looked at his state and caught a glimpse of his neck. My eyes widened, I leaned in closer to see if I wasn't imagining any of this.

All over his neck, and even his collarbone... He had...

Hickeys...

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