Bambam's POV

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I wake up to someone tugging on my arm. It was Youngjae. Jackson was snoring next to me.

Youngjae put a finger to his lips then made a motion for me to follow him.

I slowly got up Jackson moaned in his sleep. I blushed then follow Youngjae into his room.

Youngjae shut the door. "What is it? I'm tire-"
"I told you. I warned you...here i want you to watch this video." Youngjae said.
"What is it? If it's scary-"
"I'm going to play it now."

Youngjae ignored me he already had it set up on his computer he handed me earphones.
I put one in.

Youngjae played it. He was following Jackson who went into Mark's room.
I sigh. Youngjae had been investigating Jackson like a detective ever since the blow job.

"What is this? Are you serious?"
Youngjae hushed me. I continue to watch. Jackson started talking to Mark. I could barely hear what they were saying then they began to kiss and remove each other's clothes.

I threw the earphone then jumped up. I immediately began to cry. Youngjae closed the video. I was running to the door but Youngjae pulled me into a hug.

"It's ok. Cry to me."
He pulled me to the bed then sat next to me. He lifted my chin.
"Just let it out."
"I-"
Youngjae kissed me. I reach to push him but i stopped. Something was different between his kiss and Jacksons'...his kiss was sweeter.

I came to my senses then pushed him away. "It didn't happen." I mumbled.
"What?"
"Delete that video...what i saw never happened."

"Do you love Jackson that much? Are you blind Bambam? He said he doesn't really love you that he just wants sex."

"He-he didn't mean that-"
Youngjae gripped my shoulders then shook me. "Wake up! He just wants your body Bambam...but i want you for you!"
I shove his hand away.

"Please not this again. I can't stand hearing you say you love me-"
"Why? What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing! I just...i can't see us together."
"But you see yourself with someone like Jackson?"

I stare at Youngjae it was an awkward silence then he grabbed my hand. "I love you Bambam dearly...so please just think about the possibility of us-"

"It leaked! It leaked!"

I jump up along with Youngjae. We ran to the living room.
Yugyeom was holding out his phone and a newspaper. Jaebum snatched the newspaper.

Jackson was the last to walk inside the living room. "What's going on?" he asked. Jaebum began to read outloud.

" 'Got7 spotted at beach having a heated argument.' " he frowned then grabbed Yugyeoms' phone.
"Who took these pictures?!" he yelled.

"Netizens maybe." Jinyoung said.
It was quiet. Is this also my fault?
"That's ok...lots of groups fight at least they don't know the reason." Mark said.

Yugyeoms' phone began to buzz like crazy. Jaebum looked at it.
"I think you spoke to soon." he turned the phone to us.
There was a section thats said 'Got7 heated fight over Jackson's abuse to Mark.'

The other read 'Fight between Jackson and Jinyoung over Mark.'
I took a deep breath. This is my fault.
The door was open all of a sudden. Manager hyung came running towards us.

"I see you've seen it....don't panic but reporters are outside. They want to talk to Mark-"

"I'll talk to them." i said. Everyone looked at me. "This is my fault anyways...let me go out there."
It was quiet for a while then manager hyung grabbed my arm then pulled me aside.

We discussed what i should say infront of the reporters. After ten minutes I nodded to everyone then went outside.
I heard them yell my name. So noisy. I walk to them.

"Where is Mark? Is he ok?"

"Of course Mark is ok. He's inside."

"Why did Jackson abuse Mark?"

"Excuse me...did Jackson sleep with Mark?"

"Is he also sleeping with Jinyoung."

Their voices began to blur out i kept seeing the video of Jackson and Mark play over and over in my head. My hands began to shake i took a deep breath.

"Please," i yelled. "Listen to me and you'll hear about what happened! Mark isn't out here because....the situation at the beach happened because of me...i told Jinyoung that Jackson and Mark were playing a game and Jackson accidently hit Mark...he doesn't abuse Mark he doesn't abuse anyone. Jinyoung mistook what i told him and because of his anger issues he went to question Jackson. There is no relationship between anyone in Got7 i can assure you."

"So no more Markson?"

"...Markson is on break."

"For Jackbam or Markbam?"
What the hell is with these reporters?
"We would like to focus on Got7 whole."

"So is there no relationship?"
"No."

I heard loud buzzing everyone went to reach for their phone.
"If there is no relationship then what is this."
The reporter showed me her phone.

A picture of Jackson kissing me was on her phone. We were backstage. My breathing became heavy.
"Who took that!? It's not real!"

She showed me more pictures. "Delete it!" i screamed. I reached for her phone. Manager hyung ran to me then pulled me back.

"I'm sorry no more questions have a nice day!"
He pulled me into the house.

Yugyeom had the picture on his phone i snatch it. "Delete this...delete it!"
"Bambam stop! It's been posted we can't do anything." manager hyung said. His phone rang.

"Shhh. It's JYP."
He picked it up. "Hello?...i under-
No....no sorry as quick as possible we will."
I peak at Youngjae who was slightly looking pleased.

I frown. "Why?" i said to him.
Youngjae gave me a sad look. "I only meant the best for you."
I ran to him then grab him by the collar. I shook him. "Why would you do this to Got7!!"

Jaebum pulled me off. Mark frowned. "You took those pictures?" he said.
Youngjae began to laugh hysterically.

"No you did this Jackson! You swear that you love Bambam but then you go and fuck around with Mark!"

Jackson ran so fast to Youngjae that no one could stop him. He punched Youngjae in the face. Yugyeom pulled the back of Jackson's shirt.

"Get it together Got7!" a voice yelled by the front door. I turn. JYP. We all sat down quick even manager hyung.

JYP sat next to manager hyung.
"Listen to me and don't reject the idea from now to a year Got7 will be put on hiatus. Get your act straight then become the group you use to be."
With that he got up and left.

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