Lost in Korea

Jackson and BamBam Deal With It

Jackson knocked on the door to BamBam's house, listening closely to the loud thumping noise of BamBam's feet on the floors. He smiled when the door finally opened, displaying his boyfriend dressed in a oversized hoodie and basketball shorts.

"Hey, Bammie." He grinned as he got pulled into a hug by the taller boy.

"I thought you said you wouldn't be able to come." Whispered a surprised boy into Jackson's ear.

"Yeah, well, turns out I have some free time." They pulled away from the embrace, smiling at each other for a second before Jackson move forward and kissed his lover. "I missed you." He said huskily when BamBam pulled away.

"I missed you too." He sighed, detaching himself from Jackson. "Come inside."

"Gladly." Jackson quipped, accepting the open invitation and taking his boyfriend's hand. He was pushed on to the couch, his lips captured before he could say a word. He felt BamBam place his leg right next to him, and he put his hands out, finding those slender hips he loved holding so much and tracing his fingers along them. The lips against his began to move with more desperation, and Jackson was forced to pull away, trying not to fall into the fire BamBam was trying to create. It was still early in the night.

BamBam smiled softly at him, pecking him on the lips before completely pulling away. "Find a movie we can watch. I'll go get snacks." Jackson nodded, watching him walk away.

He put on a movie, something older, staring Jackie Chan. BamBam was by his side a few minutes later, cuddling against him while simultaneously stuffing chips into his mouth.

They watched in silence, but when the movie started to get a little boring, they both began to think about other things. As if on cue, they both spoke at the same time.

"I'm worried about Jingyu."

"I'm worried about WeiZhou."

For a second they laughed at their synchronization, but the laughter was short lived. "Did you give him the letter?" Jackson asked, running his hand through BamBam's soft hair.

"Yeah, I did. He didn't really appreciate it, though. I felt bad for leaving." He sighed. "He doesn't seem to understand how much Jingyu is hurting."

Jackson bit his lip. "I'm afraid he's gonna kill himself." BamBam looked up at him, dark pink lips pursing as his eyes became sad and watery. "I know, I know. I hate the thought of it just as much as you do. And I understand WeiZhou wants a private life, but I don't think it's Jingyu is healthy enough to keep this from anymore." He sighed, feeling BamBam shift against him uncomfortably.

"So... you want to tell Jingyu that Zhou's alive?" He looked down, knowing the expression on his boyfriend's face. "I don't know... it doesn't sound like a great idea."

"It's not a great idea." Jackson agreed. "But what are the alternatives? I know WeiZhou doesn't get involved with other people. He'll be alone for the rest of his life, you know that, right?" BamBam nodded. "And what about Yu? He'll kill himself, that's what."

"I understand." BamBam agreed, picking up one of his cats and pulling it into his arms, snuggling it. He kissed the top of it's fluffy head, continuing to pet it when it began to purr. "But what do we do about it?"

Jackson sighed. "Well..." he stopped, looking back at the TV and thinking. "I can't let Jingyu be alone anymore. And I can't afford to be making the trip from Seoul to Beijing three times a week. So he's gotta move in with me. And, you gotta talk to Zhou."

The cat that was in BamBam's arms struggled out. "What do I even say?" He groaned, remembering how sassy Zhou had been yesterday. "He's so hardheaded."

"I know." Jackson leaned his head against BamBam's shoulder. "But he's just pretending. Zhou is such a soft little baby, I don't know why he pretends to be this huge strong guy all the time." He took Bam's hand, taking it up to his lips and kissing the back of it. "Try to break through that facade."

BamBam nodded, kissing the top of Jackson's head and messing up his hair affectionately. "Let's stop worrying about them for tonight." He rolled over, putting his legs on either side of Jackson's and sitting down. "Worry about me."

Jackson grinned as BamBam moved closer, rubbing their noses together. "Why should I worry about you, baby?" He opened his eyes, staring into his boyfriend's.

"You should worry." BamBam punctuated the sentence by lifting up the hem of his sweatshirt. "About me." Higher the cardigan went, until a soft chest was exposed. "Because of how deprived I am." He pulled the sweatshirt off, throwing it to the ground.

"Deprived of what?" Jackson asked cockily, already knowing the answer when BamBam moved slightly closer.

"You."

•••

Jingyu laid on Jackson's couch, lost in a world he wished he could bring back. He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, before a loud bang startled him awake.

Jackson appeared in the kitchen a moment later, smiling at Jingyu. "Good morning, sleeping beauty." Even though Jackson was very much in love with BamBam, he found Jingyu adorable.

Jingyu only grunted in response. Jackson began to prepare breakfast, watching Jingyu slowly sit up, hobbling over to the counter.

"You're like a giant dog, Johnny." Jackson laughed. Jingyu was way taller and older than him, but he still treated Jingyu like a kid. Especially in the last year.

Jingyu smiled sadly. "Can I have a drink?" He asked quietly.

"We have water. Milk. Juice, maybe." He tried to pretend he didn't know what Jingyu was asking for. "I can make tea."

Jingyu shook his head. "No. I mean beer." He said, sighing. "It hurts today."

Jackson knew that when he said that, he meant his heart. He suddenly remembered why. "Right." His next words were carefully picked. "Yu, I can't give you beer."

"Why not." Jingyu said, more like a statement than a question. "I can't stop thinking about him. Jackson, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Jackson kept his eyes on Jingyu, noticing how unstable he was acting.

"What if BamBam ran away and killed himself. What would you do?" Jingyu sobbed. "If you never got to say goodbye."

Jackson thought. He thought of his beautiful lover BamBam, those full lips, that adorable laugh. He thought of when he was being serious or funny. He thought of BamBam's cats, his private estate, his terrible singing.

"I.... I don't know." He responded.

Because he wasn't sure he could feel the same type of pain Jingyu felt.