Broken // MarkBam

seven // getting used to

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WOOHOOO I WROTE ANOTHER CHAPTER FINALLY. i've got lots of things planned up ahead, and i'll try to update a lil more frequently~~

love y'all <3

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Mark awoke to the sound of running water. 

Trailing his fingers through his hair and sitting up as he fully came to his senses, he realised that the sound was coming not from the bathroom, but from the living room. The kitchen. 

And he was wearing Jinyoung's sweatshirt. 

Memories of the night before filled his head, and he picked his phone from Jinyoung's nighstand to check the time. 10:56am. 

It was a Saturday so neither of them had classes, which is partially the reason why Jinyoung had asked Mark over to his place the night before to watch movies. Expectedly, they'd ended up doing more than watch movies. 

Mark noticed that he had a few messages from the groupchat the 7 of them had. Apparently they were all going to Bambam's house that night to hang out, mainly because he was going to pay for the drinks and pizza. Wondering if he should go, he decided he'd ask Jinyoung later. 

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"Bambam's place?" Jinyoung asked, as he picked up a forkful of his eggs. "I don't really read the messages from the group. It's mostly nonsense,"

Mark nodded, returning to the table with a cup of coffee, a small smile on his face. "Everything's nonsense to you," 

"You look nice in my shirt,"

"It's comfy," Mark replied, smiling. 

There was silence for a few moments, and Mark found himself thinking about how Bambam would never have said that to his face, finding it better to eye Mark when he thought he wasn't looking. Mark would tease him afterwards and think about how cute his boyfriend is when he's shy. And Bambam never really shared his vulnerable side with anybody.

"We can go if you'd like,"

"What?"

"Tonight," Jinyoung explained. "I'm fine with going,"

Mark nodded, remembering what they'd been talking about and taking a sip of his coffee. "Okay," 

*that night*

"See you soon?" Bambam asked into his phone as he lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

"Yeah," Yugyeom confirmed. "Love you,"

"Love you too. Bye," 

He ended the call and placed the phone by his side before returning his gaze to directly above him.

Tonight.

He'd have Mark in his house for the first time in nearly a month. 

But he shouldn't be thinking about that. 

Getting up, he left his room and went to the kitchen, making sure everything was ready. Only when he searched his fridge did he realise he didn't have any drinks to offer. Wondering how he could've been so stupid, he checked the time. 30 minutes left. 'It'll be quick' he reasoned, taking his things and leaving the house. 

***
"Where the hell is he?" 

Yugyeom shrugged in reply, knowing his friends were irritated. He was, as well, honestly. "He's not picking his phone,"