Chapter 3

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"Why the fuck is udon so fucking hard to pick up?" Bambam exclaimed, dropping the noodle that used to be between his chopsticks. Bambam loved udon, it was just the fact that they were so hard to pick up was the thing that pissed him off.

"Why do you always get udon? It's virtually impossible to pick up anyway." Jimin complained "Just get a God damn fork!" "No! I must eat with chopsticks, I am from Thai Land!" Bambam had made it plain.

Mark smacked his forehead "Udon is Japanese, Bambam." he said, regretting sitting with Jimin and Bambam rather than his brother Jaybum.

Bambam hated eating udon around people because it was so slurpy and the noodles would fly around his face. People would look at him as if he was crazy which he was, sometimes.

"Will you tell us who you were staring at now?" Jimin asked, playing with the fringe of his pink hair "No! Anyway, I was not staring at anything or anyone!" Bambam yelled.

His noodle suddenly flew out of his chopsticks and stuck to the ceiling, Bambam scoffed with irritation in his voice. Sooner or later, the noodle on the ceiling fell into Bambam's blond hair, he groaned loudly while Jimin and Mark rolled around laughing.

(Magical time-skip, bought to you by N's meme faces)

Mark and Jimin were going out to eat dinner together somewhere nice yet Bambam didn't want to go, he wanted to eat in the comfort of his own home.

He spread his wings out to fly away back home but someone called him, "Hey! Cutie!" yelled the voice, Bambam turned around.

"Hm?" he replied, realising it was Jackson "Oh, uhh, h-hi," Jackson walked over to him and parted Bambam's fringe, that was covering his face, with hi fingers, "Get home safely!" he said, letting Bambam fly off, leaving the angel blushing hard.

Jackson's P.O.V

What a cute angel! His hair looks so soft and his eyes are so majestic and deep; I could easily fall for him, I have!

I decide to follow him, just to make sure he gets home safely.

I fly up to the angel and greet him, "Well, we just keep on bumping into each other!" I say, the angel jumps and replies "O-oh, hello...a-again" "The shy type are you? I don't bite."

The angel laughs a little "I'm sure you don't but I'm just not good at communicating with angels or demons I'm not that familiar with." he starts to loss balance and falls ever so slightly, I catch him and steady him.

"Lets get started now, then!" I say happily "My name's Jackson and I'm from China." "Umm, I'm kunpaimook but everyone calls me Bambam or Bammy and I'm from Thai Land..."

I giggle at the angel's cuteness, "That's cute, it suits you, Bammy." I whisper the 'Bammy' part under my breath so he cant hear me.

"So I'll call you Bammy from now on?" a light glows and a little halo appears just above Bammy's head, he smiles "Yeah, please do, although I d-don't really m-mind, umm, cutie..." I smile back ""I'll call you that to."

Then, I fly back to sakura hells.

End of P.O.V

Bambam couldn't believe what had just happened!

Jackson Wang, the incredibly beautiful and popular man at his school, wanted to be friends with him!

He lay on his bed, thinking about what happened: Jackson's smiling face, his liveliness. Damn, Bambam wished he could be as lively as that.

In the past, Bambam had heard that Jackson was depressed because in his old school he was judged for thinking about men in a suggestive way and that he tried to kill himself so the fact that he was this lively was incredible.

Bambam, on the other hand, was depressed because of his past and had that permanent look of sadness printed somewhere on his face, even if he was smiling or laughing, he could never be as lively as he used to be.

Bambam thought back to his heart-breaking past, but he didn't cry, he never did.

He cried to much back then he had no more tears left in his body. Anyway, he couldn't cry now, at least, not yet.


Hi bitches!!! did you make it this far? If you did, don't waste your time on me anymore because I suck at this. Btw, who just wants to hold Bambam and just let him cry his eyes out...coz I do...

Thank you SOOO much for reading this shit and see you next time! PEACE


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