Through Glass Windows | Yugbam [DISCONTINUED]

Chicken Butt

For every chapter, the person who's POV it is is the picture in the chapter art  ^

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I jerked my head up, suddenly awoken from my nap by something hitting me. Civics was an extremely boring class, and all I ever did in here was sleep.

I looked around for what had hit me and saw a balled up piece of paper on the floor next to my desk. I picked it up and looked around for Jackson, who I knew was the culprit. He looked away and tried to hold in a laugh. I rolled my eyes and opened up the paper to see Jackson's bad hand writing.

Guess what.

What? I replied. I took the piece of paper, reached over, and say it on his desk. He quickly picked up his pencil and wrote an answer, then wadded up the paper and threw it at me again. I glared at him and picked it up once again, then read it.

Chicken butt.

I crumpled the paper and inwardly groaned. Even though I was used to Jackson being Jackson, it was still shocking that someone could be like this. I ignored him for the rest of class, no matter how many looks he gave me or pieces of paper he threw at me.

After class finally ended I stood up and stretched. I was usually one of the last people out of class.

Jackson gathered his things and waited for me to finish, we always walked to lunch together. I gathered up my stuff too and off we went. As we walked down the hallways, we were greeted by many people.

"Hey Bammers." A girl from my English class said.

"Hey." I replied.

"Wassup Jackson, BamBam?" A guy I took gym with last year asked.

"Nothing much bro." I replied.

This pretty much continued until we finally got to the cafeteria. My friends and I weren't popular per say, we were just very social. Most people knew who we were, but it was always a good connotation.

I grabbed my lunch and headed towards the usual table. Mark and Youngjae were already there. I sat down next to Jackson and across from Mark.

Mark was extremely handsome, girls and boys alike we're all over him. He got confessions on a daily basis. Youngjae was cute and refreshing, you just wanted to pinch his cheeks everytime he  breathed. Jackson was extra as fuck, and really loud. He was also really touchy and overdramatic sometimes. Some people couldn't handle his personality, but we were used to him by now.

Lunch hour passed quickly, filled with our conversations and laughter. It was always an enjoyable time when we got together.

We waited until the last minute to go to class. Youngjae and I had Trigonometry together but Mark and Jackson didn't. Mark had photography and Jackson had weight lifting. Jackson was a very fit and well muscled person, he would be intimidating if he wasn't so.... him.

I walked to class, joking around and stopping to talk to people on the way. Youngjae had gone ahead of me. When I finally got there the door was closed. I was late.

I opened the door and walked inside, ready for a scolding. I braced myself as I quickly walked to my seat.

"BamBam, detention after school." Mrs. Kim said.

"W-what?" I said, shocked. I had never gotten detention before.

"You've been late too often. I'll see you after school." She said and turned to the white board.

I made my way to my seat and sat down, starting to panic.

I have a life after school. What other types of people are gonna be in detention? What if there are delinquents?

These questions went through my head for the rest of the day.

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Detention turned to not be that bad. There were only a few people in there, and only one looked like a drug dealer. It was mostly just boring, all I could do was sleep or stare at a wall. However, I didn't want to return.

After I was finally let out of that prison, I tried to find my way out of the school. The room for detention was in an area of the school that I had never been in before, and I had gotten lost just trying to find my way there. The high school I went to was very large, so it wasn't uncommon for people to get lost.

I walked the halls, not recognizing any classrooms. I heard music coming from a hall to my left, so I went down there in hopes of getting directions. I approached the source of the music, which appeared to be a high quality dance room. I couldn't see anyone inside though.

When I got closer a guy came into view. He looked to be about my age. He had black hair and was very tall from what I could tell. It looked as though he was catching his breath, hands in his hair and his chest heaving. His back was turned to me, but not for long. He turned a bit, and I could see his face. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't pinpoint where I had seen him before.

He walked over to what looked like a sound system and did something, then the song he was playing restarted. He went back into the center of the room and got in position.

Suddenly he was dancing, his feet moving all over the place and his arms somehow moving to match them. It looked like some complicated stuff he was doing. His facial expressions were so well maintained, he would have a smirk on his face and look into the mirror like "yeah, I'm amazing. I know." And he was.

He took my breath away.

He looked so grateful and every move looked perfect, and it was over too soon. He stopped the music and stood for a moment, catching his breath. I was still standing there, in awe. He looked up in my general direction and saw me. His eyes widened a bit as they met mine.

I looked away and quickly walked off, deciding to just find a way out on my own.

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Can I please be like Yugyeom?