l̑̈ȋ̈ȃ̈ȓ̈ | jingyeom

part 12

jinyoung pov

"j-jinyoung s-stop." yugyeom said laughing under me.

i was on top of yugyeom, tickling him to death. "you know what to say for me to stop."

"f-fine! vanilla ice cream is better than chocolate ice cream!" he shout out loud.

"good, baby boy." i pecked his lips, and smiled, getting off of yugyeom and sitting down next to him. i wrapped my arms around his waist, cuddling with him. i pulled him into a long kiss. "i love you yugyeom."

"i love you too, jinnie!"

just when i was about to pull him into another kiss, i got interrupted by a call. bambam? what does he want from me.

"hello? bambam what do you want from me. strange, but where are you? oh jackson house? alright then i'll come, see ya." i end the phone call and look at yugyeom

"hey bub," he looks at me and hums, "do you want to come to a friends house with me."

"okay!" he gets up from the couch and goes to our room. i chuckle while following from behind him. we both took a shower, and got change. yugyeom was fixing his hair but whined when i ruffled it, so i stuck out my tongue to him.

"you ready?" i look up too see such a beautiful sight.

"yep! let's go!" he grabs my hand and leaves our house, skipping to my car. i look at him and smile. im in love.

jackson pov

"and i was like, istg bitch if you don't get your mustard, peanut, chicken nuggets ass hands off my ass, this is why i hate going to straight clubs. DO I LOOK STRAIGHT? anyways someone find me a man." mark and i was listening to bambam rant about something stupid. i looked over at mark seeings he's completely wasted.

"ima go take a shit, jackson good luck to your bathroom." oh god, this is why i don't invite bambam to my house.

"so mark...would you like to tell me now what you were going to say, since bambam is going to take awhile in the bathroom." i let out a nervous chuckle.

he looks back at me, and scoots closer to me. he grabs my neck, and gets even  closer to me. at this point i can feel his breath on my neck. "m-mark?"

i can feel a smirk growing on his face. he  gets even closer to me, our thighs touching, his mouth next to my ear. "i like-"

"mark, get your dirty hands away from him." jaebeom pushes mark's body away from me, as im in shock. "what the fuck were you doing to him." jaebeom shouts, staring at mark with angry eyes. i gulp.

"i wasn't even fucking doing anything to him, and why does it even fucking matter if i was?!" mark shouts back.

"oh you little bitch." jaebeom then throws a punch at mark.

"JAEBEOM WHAT THE FUCK?!" youngjae shouts, looking over to mark's bleeding nose. he runs over to him, trying to assist him.

"OH SO NOW YOU'RE TAKING HIS SIDE?" jaebeom looks over to youngjae, feeling betrayed.

"WELL NO BUT YES YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE FUCKING PUNCHED HIM." jaebeom scoffs as youngjae says that.

"yeah right, it's just that nobody wants to take my side, like always though." jaebeom looks down, undefeated he starts to walk out the door.

"j-jaebeom i didn't mean it like that." youngjae was going to run to jaebeom, but i hold him back, "give him some space."

what the fuck just happened.