wingate gardens -got7 ✓

8- new friends

"markieeeee!!"

mark was jolted awake by a sudden screech beside his ear. he jumped, eyes snapping open to reveal bambam lying on the floor next to him.

"huh?" he grunted, "markie?"

his voice was still thick with sleep, coming out cracked and deep. bambam smirked, "nice morning voice,"

"bambam..." mark continued, ignoring bambam's comment, "what is going on? why are you here?"

the sun was only just beginning to light up the room, a few strands of light filtering past the dusty blinds that had been set up to cover the window in the room. he knew it wasn't nearly 9am yet, and that bambam was early. he sighed and rolled onto his side.

"markie!" bambam pouted, "i wanna give you a tour! get uppppp"

mark groaned as bambam's loud chatter began to pull sleep away from him, "my name is mark,"

"nope. you're in our team, i'm your senior so i get to call you markie," bambam said, "now get up, i'm showing you wingate."

mark was now fully awake, he couldn't fall back to sleep so he sat up turning to look bambam in the eyes.

the boy's shaggy blonde hair was falling into his face and he grinned, flicking it away, "c'mon markie,"

"bambam, how old are you?" mark asked beginning to clamber off his mattress and stand up.

"18. why?"

"that makes me older than you. in korea, doesn't that mean you have to call me hyung?"

"nope," bambam said quickly, lying through his teeth, "now get dressed, the tour commences in 10 minutes!"

bambam stood up and started wandering aimlessly around the room, taking it all in. a thoughtful look crossed his face as he looked over the graffiti on the door. he walked over to it, and traced his fingers along the lines, eyes beginning to glaze over.

mark was about to speak when bambam whipped around, "now c'mon, get ready my main man,"

"wha-" mark started, wondering why bambam had become so pensive about the graffiti before the boy clamped a hand over his mouth, "no talking. more changing out of your skanky pyjamas,"

mark looked confused, running a hand over his crumped t-shirt self consciously, "these are my clothes bambam...." he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"oh god!" bambam said, a tad overdramatically, looking mark up and down, taking in his faded jeans and ripped, dirty shirt, "right first stop is my apartment, you're borrowing some of mine."

"no that's oka-"

"nonononono we're getting you new clothes," bambam said, grabbing mark's hand and pulling him towards the door. mark stumbled as bambam continued to lead him out into the corridor, somewhat confused by how bambam had found a set of the keys to his front door.

"bambam it's fin-" he tried to interject again.

"stop it mark, i wanna help you,"

"i really don't need hel-"

"just let me fucking help you mark!"

mark chuckled slightly, in a way moved by bambam and his thoughtful actions, "okay fine, but nothing too fancy okay?"

bambam nodded, "of course! vanilla clothes for a vanilla guy,"

mark just rolled his eyes and followed bambam along the corridor, bambam's palm still gripping his wrist. as it turned out, he and bambam didn't live as far away as it had seemed last night and they arrived at the apartment quickly.