Two weeks have passed by since we watched that movie. While staying inside the whole time, we managed to entertain ourselves by watching tv and films, going on the Internet, playing games, and calling our friends occasionally. I also had the excuse of doing my online work to keep me busy. Believe it or not, the 'guards' we're still on watch outside. I stared at them out the window, holding the curtains open slightly. While letting out a frustrating groan, I shut them forcefully.

I turn to Yugyeom who sat on the couch. "Can't they just go away?!" Yugyeom looked at me, then shook his head sadly.

"They already made it this far, why would they stop now?" He stands up and walks towards my direction. He takes a look outside, watching what he could from the limited angle.

I look at towards him. "What would they do if they get to you?"

Yugyeom tenses up. He props his arm on the wall adjacent to the window. His attention focuses down towards the floor.

"They would most likely beat me up, just like they always do. And,-" He pauses, aura turning dangerous at the idea of his unfinished sentence. I grow more confused by each second. Yugyeom turns away slightly.

"And what?" I say gently, afraid to set anything off. He takes a moment before looking back at me.

"They would probably kidnap me back to that place."

"What place?" I felt bad for asking, but I needed to know.

"There was a place I lived in before I slept in the streets. They were the ones that took me in-" Yugyeom closes his mouth once again. His face turned into a regretful expression.

"What's wrong?" I inched a bit closer to him. He turned away, blocking me from getting to him.

"I shouldn't be telling you this..."

"Yugyeom, if you don't share about your pas-"

"No, I refuse." His tone was getting darker. It hurt to hear him like that.

"I just want to h-"

"No, I can't tell you Bambam! You can't know!" Yugyeom yells at me. I stand back. The words play over and over in my head, making my eyes sting.

"Fine! I just wanted to help you, but I guess you can't even trust me yet!" A tear escapes my eye. I tried to wipe it away before Yugyeom sees, but it was too late. His expression softens as he sees it. I couldn't care less that he saw it, I just needed to get away.

"Bambam, wait." I ignore him and run to my room, locking the door. The bed engulfs me when I plop on it. My hands guide themselves up to my face, wiping away the salty liquid. Thoughts run through my head, making it hard to think, but one idea sticks out. I decided to act on it.

I grab my phone where it lied next to me. Opening the familiar green and white app, I being typing.

To <Mark>
what are you doing?

Soon after a few minutes, a ding sounds, signaling a reply.

From <Mark>
playing cards with jb

I stand up, grabbing my shoes and other necessities. I walk over to my window. The good thing about this window is that it goes the same secret path we use to get out the apartment. I grab my phone once again to send something before I pocket it and leave.

To <Mark>
ok im coming over

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Yugyeom's POV

It's been hours since I've seen Bambam. It was already late into the night. I laid on the couch, hugging a pillow to myself slightly. Bambam's closed door was the only thing in my sight.

Does it really hurt him when I don't share any information?

I mean, he does share a lot about himself to me. Just to make me feel comfortable. He took me in, brought me to his house, and even introduced his friends to me. I guess it's only natural that he feels like it's rude that I haven't shared anything with him yet. But, I felt like being his friend was the only thing I could offer him.

Wait- did I just admit to being friends with Bambam?

At this point, I couldn't careless. He is the only person I feel comfortable with right at this moment. And now I managed to piss off the only 'friend' I have now.

Great.

It's is oddly quiet in his room. I'm surprised he managed to stay in there for so long, considering he hates to be trapped in already. Despite the nagging voices in my head telling me to go check on him, I decide to go to sleep instead. Hoping that the night will fix away our conflict. So, I snuggled into the pillow.

Before I could fall asleep, I hear a click. My senses go sharp and I jump up. The noises continue and I sneak towards it. They were apparently coming from Bambam's room. I stop in my tracks. Did Bambam finally decide to come out? I sigh and cross my arms. I bet he though I was already sleeping, so he decided to come out for a bit.

Out of nowhere, the door opens with full force making the door slam open. In comes not one, but two figures I would never have thought to go through that door...

Jimin and J-hope walk in.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here..." J-hope smirks. Jimin cracks his knuckles before they pounce on me at full force.

Swings and punches were thrown. I tried to fight them off them best I could, but two always beats one. They kicked me to the floor. Each hit they gave mixed with the next, and I couldn't tell what was what anymore. All I could feel was the pain. My body was too worn out to fight back.

They both noticed that and stopped their antics. J-hope looked at Jimin and give him a signal. Apparently, it was supposed to signify Jimin to hold up and restrain me. Jimin harshly did as he was told and kept a strong grip. I forgot how strong Jimin was and it made me believe that Jimin got stronger. I stood limply.

As Jimin held me, J-hope searched around the whole apartment. He opened all the doors and rummaged through things. He groaned in frustration.

"Hey, Yugyeom!" He yelled. "Where's pretty boy?"

I instantly knew that he was referring about Bambam. And something else popped up into my head. They came out of Bambam's room, and they couldn't find him? Where was Bambam? Was he even there the whole time?

"I don't know. Last time I saw him, he was in his room." My head weakly pointed in the direction of Bambam's room.

"This is his room?" J-hope asked. He didn't even wait for my reply (which I wouldn't even give him anyways) and walked back into the room he came out of. He rummaged in there some more. He walked out of the room and came towards me dangerously.

He slaps me across the face.

"Stop lying and tell me where he is!"

My face stayed to the position his slap left me. I breathed in hard before letting it at them.

"I'm telling the truth! He was in his room!" I yelled.

J-hope laughed menacingly. He was acting differently than his usual playful behavior. He grabs me by my collar, making Jimin loosen his hold on me.

"If he really was in his room like you said, he would be in here! So, where is he?!" J-hope drags me into Bambam's room and throws me to the floor. I weakly hold my body up with my arms. I look around the room. It was empty and had no signs of a human presence. I was dumbfounded.

What?

"We already knew he was gone," It was Jimin's turn to speak. "His window was left right open for us to find it and climb in, leading us to you. Convenient, right?" Jimin smirks at my lost expression.

Huh?

"So, I'm gonna ask you one more time." J-hope gives me a hard look. "Where is he?"

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Bambam's Pov

"Uno!"

Mark slams his hand on the table, once again getting too into the game. He giggles at his luck while Jaebum just grumbled.

"What? But you always win!" I whined as I looked up from my deck. Mark grabs a handful of the trail mix on the table and pops it in his mouth. He shrugs.

JB stands up from his seat and stretches. He looks at both of us. "Well, I'm going to get drinks from the kitchen. Does anyone want anything?"

"Coke please," Mark asks. "Water," I respond. JB nods at us and walks into the kitchen. I sink into my chair.

"So, how's Jackson?" I start my poor excuse of small talk.

Well, a certain someone said it was poor, but we aren't going to think about him for a moment...

"Uh, he's visiting the family." Mark says. I hum in understanding, knowing how much of a family man Jackson is. Not to mention he is a huge momma's boy.

"And you? How are things back at your apartment with Yugyeom?"

I tense up. "Uh, we are fine. He decided to stay back..."

Mark eyes me suspiciously but before he could say anything, JB appears with the drinks and something else. He shakes a familiar black box.

"Who wants to play Cards Against Humanity?" JB smirks. I perk up and responded back excitedly.

"Me! Me!" JB chuckles at me and sits back down at the table, pulling out the black and white cards.

"The only reason you want to play so bad is because you are perverted." Mark teases me.

"I am not! I just like this game." I collect my deck of cards. I look at them all, smiling to myself. I got the good cards.

"Oh really?" Mark raises an eyebrow to me. "How about the time you looked at this girl and said 'How do you know I'm not big?'" Mark does the face and all and they both laugh at me.

"Oh! Oh! How about this one!" JB starts. He sticks out his hand, then pulls it back with a shocked face. "Ah! It's a man!" They both laugh even more at JB's demonstration of myself. That just begins another round of jokes.

"I need to be hard sometimes..."

"I can't show that body part... I cannot show you guys..."

"Ah, yah, stop!" I yell and they laugh again, this time stopping their playful teasing. "Let's just play the game." I drink my water and we all start our long game ahead.

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Ah! I can't imagine J-hope and Jimin acting like that, they are too precious!

By the way, I'm at Disney right now so sorry for the delay