Bambam POV

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It was 8 pm and i started getting ready for bed when Youngjae walked in the room. Jackson gave me a look something like 'want me to send him out?'

"Goodnight." Youngjae smiled then left. "I think he's a lot better." Jackson said. I nod at Jackson then quickly turb around. If only he heard what Youngjae said to Jaebum.

"Goodnight." said Jackson. "Night." I muttered. I waited to hear Jackson snore then i snuck out the room. I peaked in Youngjae's room to see him sleeping.

I walk into Jaebum's room he was on his laptop. "Jaebum..." i said. He looks at me. "Bambam...what's wrong?"
"I heard you talking with Youngjae...and i want to get him into a hospital before he does more damage."

Jaebum closed the door. "Listen to me. Youngjae is not sane so stay away from him."
"I'm scared but we can't tell JYP we just got back from hiatus."
"If it becomes a dangerous matter we'll have to tell....do you understand?"

I touch my lips. "Bambam?"
"Huh? Oh yes."
"Good...go to sleep now...Hyung would like to...finish watching this movie."

I left then heard a noise in the kitchen i went to check it out.
Yugyeom was searching through the fridge. He jumped when i called his name. "Oh it's you..."
"Who else?"
We sit at the table and i watch as yugyeom eats kimichi. "Still hungry?" i asked.

"Always." Yugyeom muttered. He started scratching at his hand. "Itchy?" i asked.
"Always...look you should sleep-"
"No thank you especially after what you told me..."

"Oh that. I don't know if it's true Youngjae told me to tell you that."
"Why?"
"I don't know...say Bambam he really likes you why don't you just date him."
"What has gotten into you?"
"Why nothing at all..."

I got up. "Yugyeom i will never ever date Youngjae."
"You're making a big mistake he could make you happy!"
"Well he's been making me upset."

"What happened to the old times when you hung with him."
"When we were roommates!"
Yugyeom frowned. "I think I'm full." he got up put the kimchi back in the fridge then left the kitchen.

I walk back to the room then look up at the ceiling. I touch my lips. What's wrong with me? Why am I starting to fall in love with a psycho?

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