there are times when yugyeom would want nothing more than to blend in with the night. he can't seem to find the right words to describe how completely freeing and relieved he feels when he's skating the empty sidewalks under yellow lights and racing past dark houses.
it's a fascination he's never quite understood about himself, but he feels like that's fine since he's got plenty of time to discover everything that makes the formation of im yugyeom.
these are the thoughts that are passing through his mind as he skirts to a stop at his neighborhood and fines none other than bambam himself. and not just the regular, bright bambam, but a very high and drunk one at that.
yugyeom's never smoke marijuana – like ever, but jackson's snuck in a bag a few times when he's hung out at yugyeom's backyard so he knows how it smells. Something earthy, musky, and herbaceous – and like a skunk.
from where yugyeom stands, hidden behind the shadows of the trees he can see bambam staggering in his wake attempting to walk to his house.
he's on the opposite side of the street, wearing skinny black jeans and the ugliest silk shirt yugyeom's ever seen that only bambam can seem to pull off.
with shaky hands yugyeom takes out a cigarette and lights it up, his skateboard tucked under his arm as he follows bambam's rhythm with more precision and less stumbling.
yugyeom catches sight of a joint in bambam's skinny fingers, the orange ashes that turn into crispy grey glow in the barely lit street.
little shit, yugyeom thinks with a smile, acting all hypocritical and accusing yugyeom of smoking cigarettes when bambam's been smoking pot.
bambam stumbles over his feet, giggling and taking another hit of the joint as he attempts to regain some composure.
yugyeom has to fist his hands and tighten his hold over the skateboard, fingers itching to run to bambam's side every time he sways over to the side too much.
bambam moves the side of his head, stopping in his tracks and a large and dopey smile blooming over his face when he sees yugyeom.
"yuggie!" bambam yells out a bit too loudly, the hand not holding the joint being waved enthusiastically.
yugyeom raises his hand to wave back, a jerky movement since he's carrying his skateboard. bambam doesn't seem too bothered by yugyeom's less thrilled greeting, skipping lightly as he crosses the street.
"visited the trunk again? thought you had overgrown the talking to trees phase." it's said in a teasing and light way, but yugyeom freezes in his steps as he meets bambam in the middle.
his body going rigid as he stands behind the faded yellow lines of the street and feeling a wave of humiliation flood him.
"and i thought you didn't smoke because it's bad for your health and here we are." he throws back, lame and pathetic like how he feels. bambam's not sober enough to hear the hurt in yugyeom's voice, but he's not as fucked up in the brains as he looks since he smiles a little more tenderly and softly at yugyeom, who has chosen to stare at his old shoes as they scuff against the gravel ground.
"you wanna know something yugyeommie?" bambam puffs out another blow, yugyeom breathes in the scent of it and his own cigarette. "i've always been fascinated by you."
yugyeom in that moment feels less lonely. he is no longer the orphan boy with the older brother who is never home, he isn't the quiet dude who hangs out with bright jackson and genius jinyoung.
yugyeom isn't just bambam's neighbor. he is bambam's fascination, he is that boy bambam would constantly dream about in his mind even if he hadn't confessed everything about how he felt for yugyeom. he had casually spilled a drunk and high secret in the dark of the neighborhood.
and so with the not so bright moon shining down and the grey almost black clouds that passed by over their heads with the leaves turning green and then orange, just as things grow fast in movies, yugyeom felt like his life was beginning all over again.
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black holes.
Fanfiction"but have you seen that boy, he makes the sun come to its knees every night."
