"What is it you are actually hiding from me, that has to do with those boys?"

Yugyeom just sat there motionless. He stayed there as if he couldn't decide what to do or say next.

"Haha, funny. I guess we just ended the game." He dodges the question, just like how I dodged his. He gets up.

"Wait-" I stand up as well and follow him. I was cut off when he abruptly turned around.

"Do you want me to get something outside?" He changes the subject.

"No, I want you to answer my-"

"Don't. Bambam, just don't." He closes his eyes as if he was holding himself back.

"Why?" I look up to him. He looks down at me, noticing that my hand was on his arm. We were also very close.

"I'm just not ready to give that out Bambam." He whispers. "And, you also dodged my question." He backs up and ends our moment by rubbing that in my face.

"Hey, not fair." I pout.

"Life isn't fair. Now that's out of the way, do you want me to get something?"

"No..."

"Ok, well I'll check outside to see if they are still there." He climbed out the window. I sigh. He always runs away from his problems.

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Yugyeom's POV (O.o)

That was close... I think to myself when I get out of Bambam's apartment. I wasn't sure I was gonna last in there for another second.

Lately, Bambam has been making me let loose around him. It scares me, not because I barely know the guy, but the fact that it's working. I'm slowly getting used to him taking care of me, acting nicely, showing me his friends, providing for me, etc. He has made me feel welcomed. I can't let that happen. I can't be wrapped around his finger. I can't be dependent on him. Not on him, or anyone. Especially after what Jungkook did to me, I can't ever trust anyone again.

Speaking of the devil, his cronies were still outside surveilling the area. I was hiding behind one of the ledges from the building, watching them. It was like they were taking shifts. Last night, Jimin told V and J-hope to stay overnight. Right now, it was Suga and Jimin's turn to take over.  They were leaning against the building. I could hear the conversation they were having.

"Yah, really. I could be taking a nap right now." Suga low key complains.

"Suga, quit complaining. You've been saying the same thing for awhile now."

"Cause it's true! And you're not helping me right now. What's with you being all serious? You're acting very jamless right now, Jimin. Like J-hope said, 'Very no fun.'"

"This is not the time to be joking around, Suga. We are supposed to be on a watch out."

"Why is it so important for us to keep an eye on the kid?! All we do is beat him up anyways!"

"Do you not remember what he did to Jungkookie?! Do you? Cause I can't simply forget about it!"

"Chill Jiminie, I know what he did wasn't cool. But, don't you ever believe we are taking this a bit too far? I mean, the kid is homeless because of us and we are beating him up on top of that."

"He deserves it. I can't ever forgive him for what he did to Jungkook. Not ever. If you think it's too far, you can always leave." Jimin wore a determined and scary look on his face. Suga just stared at him.

"Someone is taking it a bit too far..." Suga mumbles under his breath, shaking his head as he turned facing the front.

"I guess I have nothing better to do." Suga shrugs. "Well, scratch that. I could be sleeping-"

"Ugh!" Jimin lets out and Suga chuckles.

I stopped listening to the conversation since it was pointless to do so right after. I've heard all that I've needed to hear. Things were going through my mind after hearing that.

They believe that it was my fault? Do they not know what Jungkook did to me? Is Suga the only one with common sense. What's up with Jimin being so persistent to please Jungkook? And why was Jimin jamless?

I decided not to dwell on it. I headed back for the window. Crawling in, I tipped toe into the living room. It seems like Bambam hasn't taken notice of my arrival. He was sat at the computer with headphones on. It looked like he was very busy doing work. I sat on the couch and watched him for afar.

Watching his facial features was very captivating. He looked very concentrated on what he was doing. His eyebrows furrowed. His eyes blinked very rarely. His nose twitched only slightly if you paid attention to it at the right times. His mouth was opened a bit, slowly moving as if he was whispering the words in front of him. His lips-

Those lips.

Our last kiss popped back up in my mind. I curse under my breath, annoyed at the memory. I just got it out of my mind, and it decides to come back. The only question I associated with that memory was 'why?'

Why did I kiss him? Was it because of my lack of human connection? Was it because of the mood? Did I read it wrong? Why did he kiss back? Was it because of the same reasons for him? Or was it a whole other reason? Did he do it out of his feelings?

I've never asked so many questions until I met Bambam. He makes me want to interrogate life. Question everything that happens in it. He changed me somehow, and I haven't decided if it was for good or for worse.

Bambam turned away for his computer and took off his headphones. It looked like he was going to get something until he caught sight of me. His eyes widen as he jumped up a bit.

"Oh my god, you scared me." He chuckles a bit while he breathes in and out. I stared at his smile.

He is so cut- No stop, you can't let this happen.

"Um, they are still outside..." I pull my legs up and hug them to my chest. I saw something form in Bambam's eyes as I did that, but it was gone as quick as it surfaced.

"The same boys?" He says in disbelief.

"No, a new pair of guys. It's like they are taking shifts."

"Oh, if it was the same guys, I was about to say," He shakes his head. "And why are there new guys?"

"It's a group. They have more people." I shrug it off. I didn't want to dwell on the situation because I would end up giving away my secret I'm keeping from him.

"Oh." Was all that Bambam said. We stayed in silence once again. Bambam just twirled in his computer chair. I just sat crisscrossed once again, playing with my shoelaces.

"Ok, I'm officially bored." Bambam stops spinning abruptly. "I finished my work, and there isn't anything entertaining here. Is there any chance we can get out of here?"

"We can, is just that we have to be careful and not get spotted." Didn't I already tell him this? "And where would we go?"

"We can go shopping!" He exclaimed. I looked at him as if he was stupid. Oh, wait...

"Hey, don't look at me like that! I'm just saying because it looks like you can use new clothes." He gestures towards me. My clothes were indeed raggedy. Especially my shoes, since I run a lot.

"Wow, thank you for calling my clothes shit." I tease him once more. It's so fun doing that to him. He gets all flustered, and it's pretty entertaining to watch.

"No, I'm not saying that! I just thought it would be nice..." Bambam gets red in the face, shyly looking down. I sigh.

"Bambam, you make me feel bad." He looks up at me confused. "You do all these things for me, and I can't even pay you back-"

"You just being here is already enough for me." He says subconsciously. I was taken back at his strong statement. He finally registered what he just said, and he gets even redder. His eyes widen, and he covers his mouth. Now, it was my turn to blush a bit.

"Ha ha ha! How about we just go now? I'll go change." He stands up quickly and rushes to his room. I still sit there, trying to come back to my senses. I clutch the middle of my shirt.

My insides were going crazy as I replayed what he said over and over again in my head. I wasn't sure how to stop it, or if I wanted to stop it.