[M] It´s Just A One Night Sta (1/1)

"I should be the last person you´d want to impress, boy."Jackbam. Nothing in this was planned or discussed.-Grabbing ice cream from the refrigerator, sneak around the living room couch and lunge back into his room should, by all means, be a pretty simple, easy and almost laughable task for someone like himself - a small price to pay for a night of terrible, terrible anime and stuffing his face with Ben And Jerrys he definitely didn´t pay.Naturally, putting his shoes on and going out to buy himself some and avoid the upcoming storm usually known as Im Jaebum, less known as the guy who cried watching Toy Story 3, might´ve been the logical, rational and easiest thing to do, but it was just as natural to expect that BamBam, aged nineteen and twenty-one when trying to flirt his way into a gay club, was not only broke and could barely afford his college textbooks, but also had a golden rule in his ethical bible which said that BamBam, fashion major, will and shall not go out looking like a hot mess, much less to the convenience store where the unarguably gorgeous and always tired Jackson Wang worked for less than a minimum wage. His BB cream was his weapon and shield, Yugyeom got used to waiting for him for at least thirty minutes every morning - and in this analogy Jackson Wang was probably a relentless sniper with a hawk-eye cheat, waiting, praying to shoot BamBam down, down to his knees and probably between his thighs.Or something.Weighting out the pros and cons, and deciding that taking off his joggers he had been wearing for  over a week, putting on decent shoes and spending twenty minutes hiding his pimples was just about a billion levels ahead of himself right now, so stealing Jaebums self-indulgent, self-given Valentines Day gift was the next best thing to do.So he sneaked, on his toes, opening his rooms door and successfully not making any noise; tiptoeing into the living room, he was met with moans, groans, fuck-me-up-the-ass´s and and a lot of skin-on-skin sounds - bewildered and just a little mortified, BamBam looked at the TV screen, porn playing, and then at the back of the couch that revealed Jaebums head - bored and unimpressed.“What the fuck?”Lord have it be known that Jaebum didn´t want any more roommates apart from Jinyoung, much less little kids like Yugyeom and himself - so when he turned around and found BamBam on his toes, one hand on the kitchen door, he was quick to jump on his feet - belt unbuckled - and threw the remote control aiming at his face.“What the fuck.” He mirrored, and it was only then when another figure rose from the couch, dazed and confused and a little horny, and it took him exactly two seconds to figure out that the shaggy hair, plump and wet lips belonged to none other Jinyoung, and it only took him one observation from Jaebums red cheeks and rising anger when BamBam concluded he was sucking his dick. While watching straight porn on his, no their shared TV.After that, Jaebum chased him out of the apartment, all the while Jinyoung yawned and went to bed; it was eleven p.m, after all, and dick sucking takes work. BamBam would know.-“BamBam...is that you?”It was definitely him, after banging the door for a good ten minutes and Jaebum finally opened, he told him to fuck off for the night because he had plans that didn´t involve a dickless kid.First of all, BamBam argued that he did have a dick, and secondly he flipped his senior off, accusing him of breaking the code of single bros by fucking his roommate and then get the door smashed in his face again, right after Jaebum threw a pair of socks at him.So yes, it was definitely BamBam lurking around campus, no, stomping around campus with about twenty different emotions raging from angry to impressed to I-will-piss-in-his-cereal-tomorrow, and then smashing his toe into a bench, which hurt like a bitch because he wasn´t wearing shoes, and he totally didn´t put it past Jackson to doubt his identity, in fact, he was rather awestricken that he recognized him and didn´t call the cops on him for being a homeless man on school grounds.So he turned around, and found Jackson, legs crossed, eyes wide and cigarette in his mouth; the wind blowing his blonde turned dirty hair over the beautiful dark complexion of his face, the blue and purple light from the tiny, overpriced shop shining bright behind him, reflecting on the leather of his jacket, and completely contrasting with the total darkness around the area.Of course, it was half past eleven on a Valentines Day.“Yeah, it´s me. Or what´s left of me. At least.”And Jackson chuckled, watching his frequent customer stumble around trying not to make a fool out of himself, but making a total fool out of himself in the process, instead.Jackson loved it.“Jaebum getting some and you got kicked out?”They were, by all means, still talking with a twenty meter distance between them, but BamBam didn´t feel like getting any closer and frightening Jackson out of his skin after only seeing with make up and shoes on. So he stayed where he was.“Yeah, yeah. Hey, how do you know Jaebum?”“Because I work here, duh.”It made sense.Unsure of what to say, BamBam stripped off his confidence that resided in his looks, he decided to stay quiet.“You know, you should probably get in here unless you´re going anywhere else.”“Not really.” BamBam said. “I don´t really know what I´m doing with myself, to be honest.”So Jackson walked over to him, blowing the smoke and BamBam wasn´t sure if it was of the cigarette or the cold; the closer he got, the more BamBam stepped back, until he hid behind the offending bench, and Jackson wasn´t even surprised.“What?”“I look like a zombie.”He got closer, bending over the bench to inspect BamBams face better; even in the awkward angle Jackson tried his best to find anything that wasn´t totally human, and he found nothing, so he stood straight again.“You look just like you always do.”“Hey!” That hurt. He jumped straight up and hit his foot again, but the anger was stronger than his body, and he didn´t care. “Hey. I put a lot of work in my make up, you´re saying I´m bad at it?”“No.” Jackson said, overwhelmed. “I´m just saying you look fine with and without it, plus.” Plus. “Plus I´m literally the last person anyone should want  to impress, boy.”“is that was you say to get in someones pants?”“You think I want to get in your pants?”“No, you´re probably straight.”“I mean.” He paused. “I mean not straight straight, I´m like, half straight. Like, fifty-five percent straight.”“I think that´s called bisexual.”“I think that´s called I don´t care.”“I think you´re cute.”“I think so too.”“That I´m cute?”“No, that I´m cute. I agree, good taste.”And with that BamBam stared at him from his painful, straining, blood circulation cutting position, he stared at him for a good while, and briefly wondered how long a person could keep a cigarette between his lips before choking and finally