Yugyeom's Pov

All of us were laughing as we sat around the little table in Bambam's apartment, listening to Jackson's funny stories. He always had something witty to say.

"-And the store manager came up to me, and yelled 'Yah! If you're gonna wear that, at least be modest about it!'" Jackson says in between fits of laughter. The whole table bursts in howls after his 5th story this morning. Even though it was long, we couldn't help but find it funny.

"How in the hell do you always have a funny story to tell?!" Bambam speaks up after his laughter turned into giggles. My eyes turn to look at him. His cheeks still had a reddish pink color painted onto them and his bed hair was ruffled more as the day continued on. A huge grin crept over his features as well, proving the topic itself was more than mildly interesting.

"I don't know! People seem to question my behavior everywhere I go, I guess..." Jackson responded, grabbing his mug of coffee. He took sips every once in a while between his jokes.

Mark shook his head. "It's true. I'm there for almost all of his stories, and his personality brings trouble everywhere he goes."

"I wish I was there to see them. Even though I'm one of your best friends, I don't see these stories happening this often." Bambam's fingers come around his cup and begin lifting it up to his cherry lips. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down...

Every, single, sip, he, took...

"So, Yugyeom," Jackson calls out to me. My gaze snapped from the skinny boy's neck to the older male's face.

"Hm?" The feeling of warmth rises up to my cheeks, embarrassed of what I was just doing. Jackson looked at me and smirked. Confused clouded up my thoughts, before it all became clear to me now. My face was filled with even more redness.

He saw what I was doing.

"What have you been up to these days?" He puts his head him his hands as he humorously smiled at my distress state. His eyes made a gesture to look at you-know-who again. My eyes returned to look at said person. Surprisingly, Bambam wasn't paying any attention to the current situation. It seemed like he returned to eating his plate of breakfast before it got too cold. I look back at Jackson. Even though we were making eye contact, it was like I already knew what he wanted to say without even saying it. His eyes showed a mixed group of emotions. Hints of playfulness, mischievous,

Sinful...

My eyes widened at him and I shook my head quickly. I looked at BamBam again.

He thinks BamBam and I... No, never.

Sure, lately for the past few days I have been looking at Bambam for more than necessary, but that doesn't mean anything.

Right...? A small part of me whispered inside my mind.

I noticed that I haven't spoken in awhile, and cleared my throat. "Um, nothing much. Just spent time with Bambam..."

"Hmm..." Jackson faced was levitated even more. His smirk turned harder, making me realize what I said was could be very suggesting.

"Well, I guess it's time for us to go." Jackson picked up his empty plate and stood up. Mark mirrored his action as well and both went to the kitchen sink to clean up. They came back shortly after.

"Alright guys, see ya next time." Bambam stood up to give them goodbyes. I figured that I should do the same and stood up as well.

"Don't miss me too much Bambam!" Jackson scrambled and wrapped his arms around his small frame to give him a bone crushing embrace.

"Same goes to you..." He managed to say, despite having most of his air knocked out of him.

We all hugged and said goodbyes. The couple stood at the door. The waved at us once more, before leaving the apartment and shutting the door. Bambam lets out a sigh.

"Let's clean up~" He looked up to say that to me. His delicate hands went around the table, cleaning as he said he would do. I smiled softly and began to help him.

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"Alright, let's go to the Living room-" Bambam cheered after we finished cleaning the kitchen and dining area. He stopped in his tracks as he took in the scene in front of him. I was taken back by just looking at it.

Just when we thought we were done cleaning...

The living room was a mess. Where Jackson and Mark slept, all of the cushions were misplaced. Blankets were sprawled out of place. If they didn't stay just for sleeping, we would of have a thought that something else happened.

"Of course the would leave early, to avoid cleaning. Those..." Bambam mumbled under his breath. I couldn't hear the last part. "Well, the sooner we clean, the better." He looked up at me and smiled. Warm tingles shoot quickly up my chest.

I ignored them, thinking nothing of it.

We set off and begin cleaning the living room. Cleaning wasn't a big problem for me. I used to clean alone for most of my past. It was boring and dull as I remember it. I used to hate doing it all alone. My head turns back to look at Bambam. His back was facing me, hands picking up the cushions. I smiled. Now, since I'm not alone...

It's kind of nice to have someone by my side this time.

We clean and clean, Bambam and I always facing the other way. He did one corner of the room while I did the opposite one. This way, the room would clear up faster. For awhile, we didn't say anything to each other. Our minds occupied on the task before us.

Until...

"Yugyeom," I hear footsteps come up behind me. I continued on cleaning, letting out a hum to let him know that I was listening. "Can you put this over there?"

I turn around quickly to look at the item. I was faced with something else. Bambam's face was close to mine, the object out of my vision. It seemed like he realized how close he got since he moved a step back quickly. My mind was slow at processing this, so while he stepped back my body lost its balance.

Making us fall on top of each other.

Our eyes locked together. Shock erupted through both of us as we taken in the situation. My eyes could help but take a good look at what laid beneath me. His hair was messy, eyes wide, cheeks turning red, and mouth slightly agape. His visuals enticed me. The things I was seeing flared up a few emotions inside of me...

And all he did was lay on the floor under me.

I hear his little puffs of breath come out through his lips. Lips that looked so soft, plump, and tinted with color. So alluring, it tempted the thoughts in my head.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I needed him. Now.

My lips hurriedly pressed against his. Emotions burst through me. Sparks zapped throughout my body. There were so many tingles on my lips that it felt like they were on fire, in a good kind of way. My heart beat accelerated, content with this feeling. My fingers itched to touch his skin, to stroke his cheek. Who knew that it would feel this good to kiss Bambam?

And who knew that it would feel better when he was kissing back?

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Also, should I change this to 3rd pov or leave it as is? If I were to change it, it would probably be later on in the story, or even after I finish this. But I just wanted to know if you guys would like me to change it to 3rd pov. : )