Chapter 2

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Maths was a subject none of the three (Bambam, Mark and Jimin) enjoyed.

Bambam rested his chin on his hand and closed his eyes "I'm going to have udon for lunch..." he thought to himself, not concentrating on the class.

A little while later, Bambam opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings. Chairs, desks, a clock, an interactive white board, lodes of other student. The usual stuff.

"Ugh, this is so fucking bouring!" Bambam screamed in his head. He got up and asked his teacher if he could go to the bathroom.

If, dear reader, you are thinking "Why the hell is Bammy going to the bathroom?" well I will tell you now; the bathroom was the place Bambam hid out when everyone was in maths, it was basically his safe space. He just locked himself in a stall and messed around on his phone.

*Click* Bambam locked the door of his stall and sat on the toilet seat, smiling to himself cutely, his apple cheeks getting bigger. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and watched his good share of youtube for the day.

Bambam laughed and smiled at the youtuber's comments, forgetting he was in the school boy's bathroom.

"What are you doing in here?" said a deep voice "Dude, you've been in here for ages!" Bambam jumped and stammered "Uhhh, constipated...yeah..." "And I'm going to believe that?" "Yes?" Bambam said awkwardly.

He unlocked the door of his stall and stepped outside, Jackson Wang was standing in front of him.

"We're starting our work now," Jackson said, shooing Bamabam out of the bathroom "Lets go!"

"So, did the teacher send you?" Bambam asked Jackson "No, I just noticed you were gone," he replied "It's hard to miss a cutie like you!"

Bambam looked down.

He couldn't believe Jackson was acting like this around an angel like Bambam when the vote hadn't even been sent to the government! But just because Bambam didn't believe it doesn't mean he didn't agree with it.

"T-thank you..." "Why are you stammering?" asked Jackson, smiling a little "I-I-" "Adorable, lets get you back to class." Jackson smiled, putting his hand on Bambam's sholder.

In class, while he was doing his work, Bambam looked up, searching for a glimpse of Jackson. The two suddenly locked eye contact, Jackson winked at him and grinned.

Bambam then looked away from Jackson and just did him maths work "Ooh, Bammy, someone winked at you!" Mark whispered in his so-called  whispering  voice "Are you horny?" Jimin teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bambam pushed Jimin's face away from his ear "No, I'm not! Fuck off and do your work!"

"Jeez, I was just being funny." Jimin mumbled, a little upset. Bambam felt kind of bad of what he said "Sorry, Jimin, It's just-" he began "No, it's fine. Don't worry about it!" Jimin grinned.

The bell rang.

Everybody rushed out of the classroom to go to lunch while Bambam, Mark and Jimin stepped out patiently. "I wonder what they have?" Mark wondered "I wonder if Bammy's crush will be there?" Jimin giggled.

"Ya! Hyung!" Bambam flicked Jimin in the head. But to be honest, that was the exact same thing Bambam was thinking; "Was Jackson going to be there?"

Once Bambam, Mark and Jimin got there food, they sat down at the table they always sat at. As Bambam ate his food, he watched Jackson and his friends from a safe distance. Not in a creepy way, just in a way to show he thought Jackson was attractive.

"Whatcha staring at?" Mark asked, waving his hand In front of Bambam's face and raising an eyebrow. "Nothing, just the wall." Bambam lied, sighing deeply the way girls do in those crap movies when they're in love (you know the ones I'm talking about).

"Seriously, what are you staring at?" Mark asked again, this time more firm "Nothing you need to worry about."

Mark groaned and Jimin flashed his middle finger but Bambam couldn't be happier.


Authers note

Oh my good Christian salad, I made it this far! I mean, I know it's only been two chapters and an intro but shit! I'm doing it! As always, thank you so much for reading my shit, I am forever thankful.

See you in the next update >w<


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