black holes.

during my dreams

"hey," yugyeom shyly says, he doesn't know where they stand on this uneven ground they've created. the compliment from last week still echoing through yugyeom's mind.

he hasn't seen bambam except in-between classes and lunch. he's probably been skipping their shared art class, yugyeom's heard the rumor that the seniors are planning a prank and he's sure that bambam's a part of it.

bambam beams as soon as he sees that it's yugyeom. his heart races at the soft edge in his eyes as he smiles at the tall boy.

"yugyeommie! good to see you man, I've been missing out on art. what have you guys been up to?"

he looks down at his phone last time, a flash of annoyance in his brown eyes before it's gone. yugyeom stares as bambam pockets his phone, wondering what it was that had bambam looking unhappy.

"not much really, we've had a sub this entire week. something about the art teacher volunteering for field trips or something. we've just been minding our own business."

"ah, well it's a good thing I haven't been around or maybe I would have gotten the sub irritated." there's a ping from his phone and yugyeom catches the way bambam huffs out exasperated.

there's a groaning coming from the machine and bambam's typing away angrily at his phone. he's biting his bottom lip, practically crushing his phone with his type grip.

yugyeom doesn't think he's ever seen bambam look so angry before, he's normally always smiling and goofing around. and even the times he seems irritated with his friends, the peeved frown he has etched over his handsome features makes something inside of yugyeom to curl.

he licks his lips, throat suddenly feeling dry. "what's got you so piss looking?" his tone is light and airy, albeit a bit shaky but he hopes it sounds soothing enough that the crossed look on bambam's soft face will go away.

normally yugyeom would attempt to ignore any kind of conversation, especially one where bambam seemed mad, but he doesn't want to see this seething bambam. he wants smiling and cocky bambam.

bambam looks up and catches the curious look on yugyeom's eyes. it's as if suddenly the rant he had building up inside of him had wisped away into a fog of smoke.

his shoulders relax and the tight grip he had on his phone slackens. his carefree grin is back on full force and there's a mysterious gleam shining in his brown eyes.

yugeyom gulps, his heart palpitating.

"ah, it's nothing. just minghao being a dickhead. nothing new there though," it's quiet after that, yugyeom nodding slowly and choosing to stare at the copy machine.

he watches the way the papers flow out from it, stacking up on top of one another like loose leaves. he can feel bambam's unrelenting gaze on the side of his face.

"he's making me go on some stupid date," bambam finally blurts out.

yugyeom's neck almost snaps with how fast he turns to stare at bambam. he feels his heart sink, sink, sink until he's sure he feels it bottomed at his feet. bambam hums, avoiding his gaze.

"oh,"

bambam coughs, "yeah, i know. he's making me do it because she's his cousin or something like that and has had a crush on me since like forever I think. according to minghao I had asked out her while I was drunk and high," – bambam keeps his eyes on yugyeom's shaggy old converse – "but I'm pretty sure he made that up and has mingyu and hansol backing him up on this one."

yugyeom doesn't know what to say. what exactly is he supposed to say when the guy he's been crushing on since he moved in eight years ago tells him he's going to date a girl. minghao's cousin at that.

he knows that it'll be hard for bambam to get out of the relationship without getting beaten up by minghao. although maybe he deserves it for going to parties and allowing himself to get dared on to do stupid things.

"well," yugyeom clicks his tongue, grabbing the papers. "that sucks for you." bambam hums mortified. "it probably won't be that bad,"

he stops himself there, the copy machine is no longer printing and the only sound in the room is the vibrating of the a/c and their breathing.

"it will be, trust me yugyeom."

yugyeom?

"and why's that?"

there's something swimming around in bambam's eyes. he seems surprised for a moment, then momentarily confused, his head cocked to the side as he eyes yugyeom.

his breath is shallow and he's afraid of moving because the stare bambam is giving him is so intense and oddly flustering.

"you really don't know?"

this time it's yugyeom who frowns, perplexed about this situation. what exactly is he supposed to know?

suddenly there's a smirk morphing over bambam's plump lips. he's staring at yugyeom through his lashes, freezing yugyeom in his spot with the glare of his pretty eyes. how yugyeom's still breathing is a wonder of the universe itself.

bambam steps closer to him, there's a few papers in his hand and instead of breaching all over yugyeom space he sidesteps him and leans against the door frame.

"i don't really roll her way."

it's vague and confusing, or at least to him it is. yugyeom wants to question it, but he decides to keep his mouth shut. bambam sends him one last fleeting smile before he nods his head in departure and walks away.

yugyeom's left in the copy room bewildered, elated, and wondering what the fuck just happened.

he grabs the papers from the machine and doesn't move for another ten minutes until he hears the sound of keys and teacher's voices echoing into the tiny room. yugyeom leaves. it's not until he gets back to class that he realizes bambam never left with any papers in hand.

weird.