kitten and a bunny • youngbam •

diez

no one knew why bambam had become joined to youngjae by the hip. bambam always invited him out with himself, jackson, and mark.

mark and jackson weren't sure how to feel. for a long time, it had just been the three of them.

jackson liked youngjae. he thought he would be good for bambam and was glad someone was making his best friend happy.

mark didn't like it. he had only ever had to share bambam with jackson and bambam's own mother. but bambam had started giving youngjae most of his attention.

bambam would never do something like that on purpose. he loved his friends but he had been really enjoying hanging out with youngjae and his friends hadn't objected so he didn't think anything of it.

until mark walked over to him and grabbed his hands. "hey, baby, what about just me and you hang out today?"

bambam didn't think much about it and agreed because he would love to spend time with mark.

mark wasn't so selfish that he would ever make bambam feel bad for spending time with someone he likes, he just wanted to spend some alone time with his best friend.

bambam happily jumped into mark's car after school was over and waited for mark to do the same.

"what do you want to do? you can choose," mark told the boy who jumped in his seat.

they just ended up going to eat before going to mark's house. bambam used mark's house phone to call his mom to tell her that he wouldn't be home and asked for to feed bun for him.

mark didn't stay anything about youngjae while they hung out and neither did bambam. they watched movies and ate snacks together.

mark was extremely happy to be hanging out with bambam as just the two of them. being so close to bambam, it made it hard to "share" him with other people. he just liked bambam's attention.

mark was the one who brought up bambam the next day. he asked if youngjae had asked him on a date or anything which made bambam blush and whine that youngjae didn't like him like that.

"you're so silly. he likes you." mark was laying on his bed with bambam using us upper arm as a pillow. "why wouldn't he like you?"

"markie, people think i'm weird," bambam said softly, turning to face mark and curl up under the blanket they were sharing.

"what do you mean? you're not weird."

"they think i'm like a little kid."

"baby, you're not. you're yourself and i always want you to be yourself. don't think you're weird or that people don't like you. anyone who doesn't, doesn't matter."

bambam didn't say anything else and curled up closer to mark and wrapped his arms around him.

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this is the most pointless chapter lmao like ??