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❧ twenty six

so, maybe kunpimook bhuwakul just punched yugyeom so hard in the face that he broke his nose- slightly- and is now in the emergency room trying to the stop the bleeding.

the universe is weird like that, you know? 

"why would you punch him?!" jaebeom said in confusion. bambam shrugged and stared at the floor. he didn't really have a legitimate reason, it just that.. yugyeom is so handsome. bambam wishes that stupid dream he had last night was real, making out with yugyeom and everything. that would just be amazing. 

"i dunno." bambam mumbled, playing with a string hanging off his hoodie sleeve. he twirled it around his pinkie finger and pulled away, continuing his process of twirling and pulling, twirling and pulling. 

"you don't know why you just punched your crush and best friend?" jaebeom deadpanned. 

"he's real handsome.." bambam mumbled, mostly to himself. if he was being honest, bambam wasn't really paying attention to anything right now. he kinda felt empowered though, punching a big guy and all. 

"huh?" 

"super.." bambam continued, still mostly rambling to himself. "my dream was so good i was angry that it wasn't real.. why is he handsome even in my dreams too? would it be too much a problem for him to be ugly for at least 10 minutes?"

"you punched him because of a dream..?" jackson snorted, getting elbowed in the side by jinyoung. "ow!" he whispered, glaring at jinyoung. 

"hm?" bambam looked up, his sweater so big that he had sweater paws. 

"nothing, never mind. the point is, you should tell yugyeom your feelings before it's too late." jinyoung says, making bambam furrow his brows. too late?

"what do you mean, 'too late?'" 

"there's this new chick at work, some weird white girl named lilly, and she really likes him, or something. make your move before she does." youngjae explained for him, watching as bambam's expression went to one of a sweet baby, to one of a little devil. 

"oh no she doesn't!" bambam clenched his fists, scoffing at that. "i bet she's ugly and filled with std's anyways." he glared at the ground, his face red from anger. 

"dude, chill." mark said in surprise, about to pat the boys' back but pulling away at the last second. 

"is there a bambam out here?" a doctor came out, looking around the waiting room. bambam shot up and walked over to him with a cute smile. 

"that's me!" 

"yugyeom would like to see you now, come with me." the doctor smiled, leading the younger boy towards yugyeom's room. now was his chance, but the real problem? would bambam actually take it?

a few seconds later, the two had arrived at yugyeom's room, the doctor allowing him in and stepping out to give them privacy. 

"are you okay?" bambam asked, plopping down on the bed. yugyeom wasn't in critical condition, of course, and just sat on the bed with wrap around his nose. 

"i mean, yeah, but like, why'd you do that, man?" yugyeom asked, looking over to the smaller boy. "like i'm not really mad, obviously i deserved it if you punched me, but like, do i need to apologize?" 

"no.. not really. i don't actually know why i did it, but i'm really sorry." bambam said softly, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the bed now and folding his hands over his lap. he stared down at the clean white sheets, not quite sure what to say anymore. 

"it's okay." yugyeom said, facing him. there was an awkward silence between them, something that had only started up recently, of course. a minute passed by with silence drowning them, neither of them sure what to do. 

bambam made his decision in about two seconds. 

"yugyeom?" bambam said softly, looking up at him shyly, his cheeks dusted over with a light pink. 

"yeah?" yugyeom asked. 

"so.. my friend, she's in some trouble right now.." bambam started out. if everything went to plan, he'd end up in yugyeom's arms. 

"oh?" yugyeom furrowed his brows. 

"okay so, she has this friend, and she.. she really, really, really," bambam giggled quietly, fidgeting with his fingers and continuing. "really likes her best friend. but this friend of hers, she's not really gay.. well, no one really knows or not, you know? but like, my friend doesn't know what to do.. does she tell her friend about her feelings, or.. i don't know.. she's in love with her, she has been since about 7th grade. what should she do?" 

"well," yugyeom hummed, running a hand through his hair. "i think your friend needs to stop being a pussy.. if that's really her best friend, she's not gonna leave her or anything, so she should tell her." 

"yeah?" bambam said, biting his lip hard. this was it.

"yup." yugyeom nodded. for another few seconds, there was more silence until bambam inhaled shakily and looked up at him with cherry colored cheeks. 

"yugyeom?" bambam asked again, his voice shaky and soft. 

"what's up?" yugyeom asked, looking down at him. there was something different about the way bambam looked up at him that made yugyeom gulp. 

"i-" bambam started, having to close his eyes and take a deep breath. it was now or never. 

"bam?" 

"i'm in love with you, kim yugyeom." bambam said, holding yugyeom's gaze this time. he could barely breathe. 

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sorry i haven't been updating.. first off i got Really Sick and then i had to catch up on school work and then i couldn't think of anything to write for like anything and i still can't so i apologize for yet Another ugly chapter....