#jackgyeom

“Okay, well how about you change there? The bathrooms are super nice for a club, surprisingly. It’ll be fine! I would never take you someplace where you would get like double your daily whipping or anything.” BamBam waves his hand and Yugyeom winced at the comment. He knew BamBam didn’t mean anything bad by it, but it still hurt. It was just too real of a statement.

“Bam -“

“Please?” BamBam practically pleader, voice raising a pitch higher than what Yugyeom was used to.

“Okay fine. Let me pack my clothes.” Getting up, Yugyeom grabbed his bag and opened it as he made his way to his closet. The clothes he wanted to wear were all the way in the back, safe and hidden from sight. He didn’t have many, but he had enough. A soft, baby blue crop top was selected and paired with his black pleated skirt - Yugyeom’s favorite. He didn’t really have any nice shoes to go with it, so he grabbed whatever he thought might look nice and just prayed he wasn’t going to end up looking stupid.

Stuffing the clothes in his bag, he closed his closet and turned to face BamBam only to be pelted in the face by a stick.

Where did he get a stick from?!

“Yugyeom, you ready?”

“You’re supposed to throw sticks at windows to get their attention, not people’s heads!” Yugyeom complained.

“Same difference.” The nonchalant shrug had Yugyeom pouting and he shook his head.

“Rude. But I’m ready, let’s get going.” His eyes followed as BamBam moved to his window and opened it. He raised a brow in question and BamBam snorted.

“We’re going clubbing, do really think I want to explain that to your parents?”

He made a fair point. Nodding, he walked over and watched carefully as BamBam snuck out first, grabbing the siding and rain gutters as support as he scaled down from the second story. Nervously, Yugyeom slipped out as well and not so gracefully flailed to grab things as he all but fell from his window. The good thing was, he didn’t break anything. He was just very, very sore.

“A spider monkey, you are not.” BamBam laughed.

“Ahaha. So funny.” The sarcasm ever-present as he slowly stood up. “Lead the way, Edward.”

BamBam rolled his eyes and started walking over to the bike parked by the mailbox. "Your chariot awaits, princess." Mounting the bike - or rather, a very old and rusted looking two-seater moped - and looked over at Yugyeom, waiting for him. "Well?"

"That's a death trap, Bam." Yugyeom frowned as he approached cautiously, eyeing the piece of machinery.

"It is not! Use your imagination, you ungrateful brat! It's better than walking!" BamBam gave an indignant huff, arms crossing over his chest as he waited for the other.

"Why are we still friends?" Yugyeom asked and frowned.

"Because I'm amazing. Now get in!"

"In? Don't you mean on?"

"Nope." BamBam threw Yugyeom a goofy smile as he started the moped. Yugyeom gave a heavy sigh, unable to resist his fate. Climbing onto the back of the moped, he made himself comfy in the second seat, arms barely wrapping around BamBam as the other pushed the kickstand up and started down the road. Yugyeom truly wondered why he had agreed to this, but a part of him was looking forward to it. It had been a while since they had last gone out and did anything together and even then it was pretty tame compared to them sneaking out of his own house to go to a club. Yugyeom was living on the wild side today. The drive to the club wasn't particularly lengthy, though they did make a pit stop at a gas station a block from the club so Yugyeom could change. BamBam claimed it was because they wouldn't let him in with the current casual clothes he was wearing, but Yugyeom was almost sure the other was lying. Why? He didn't know, but he just had a gut feeling. It was pretty embarrassing to walk into the gas station dressed as a boy and to walk out dressed as a girl and feeling absolutely beautiful. He was thankful no one commented on his attire, though he did receive a few looks - none of which were in disgust - that sent shivers down his spine and he rushed out towards BamBam and got back on the moped, and they headed off to the club.

The line for the club wrapped around the building practically. It was one of the more popular gay clubs they had in the city, nestled near the heart and surrounded by a very large and positive gay community. Yugyeom never failed to feel safe when he was there, but being there was few and far between anymore. He was mostly limited to the areas surrounding downtown. Small little communities that sometimes were accepting and other times weren't. The one he was apart of was far from accepting and one of the many reasons he did his best to hide who he truly was from them.

BamBam managed to find a parking spot and after making sure everything was turned off, and Yugyeom assuring him that no one would want to steal his rust bucket piece of trash moped, they headed to the front. They were greeted with a lot of groans and complaints from people who were standing in line and the lord only knows how long they have been there, waiting for this chance to get inside. But for BamBam, that was nothing as he waltzed right up to the scary-looking bouncer who had two eye moles right above his eye and was actually very handsome looking. Though Yugyeom was far more intimidated by him than attracted.

"Hey Beommie!"

"That's hyung to you, brat." the male said and BamBam rolled his eyes.

"Hey there Beommie hyung. Better?" he asked and smirked. "Anyway, Yugyeom and I would like to get in please."

"IDs." the male said and held out his hand. Yugyeom's eyes widened and he glanced at BamBam nervously, hand moving to shyly grip at his wrist.

"Bam, I don't think-"

"It's cool dude." BamBam said and smiled at Yugyeom. "I got this." he assured him. Reaching down, he unzipped his partially opened bag fully and reached in with both hands. Carefully, he removed a small kitten who seemed to be very upset that it was woken, looking around with narrowed eyes. How long had that cat been in his bag?? Yugyeom was actually very worried for the cat as BamBam held it out. "She has no name, but I found her wandering around my neighborhood. Treat her well, hyung."

The male raised a brow, staring for only a moment at the cat before taking her from BamBam's grip and pulling her close to his chest, stroking her head. "Precious little baby. Don't you worry, you're going to love living with me and my other cats." he said with a grin. Shifting on his feet, he moved and motioned for the two to go inside. Smiling, BamBam grabbed Yugyeom's hand and dragged him inside, and immediately they were overcome with a sweltering heat that only a packed club could have. The music was loud, bass throbbing, and bodies were moving. Through the flashing blue and red lights, Yugyeom could see people standing at the various bars set up and standing tables near the sides of the rooms. The middle was filled with people, grinding and dancing to the beat of the music. Yugyeom was honestly surprised to see others there, wearing clothes similar to his. Some were clearly men, but others were questionable, with curves that Yugyeom didn't think a male body could even possess. And yet it was staring him right in the face. It certainly did help to qualm his anxiety about being in public and dressed the way he was.

"Alright my friend." BamBam grinned as he stared at the other. "This is where we part ways. But keep your phone on you and check it, cause we need to leave and be home by midnight." he said. Patting Yugyeom's shoulder, he walked forward and disappeared into the crowd of dancers, leaving Yugyeom to fend for himself. It took nearly a minute before Yugyeom finally descended into the crowd. He wasn't sure where he was going or what he was going to do, but he was going to figure something out. If anything, he was at least going to dance - a passion he had for as long as he could remember.

Hours passed, or what seemed like hours and maybe Yugyeom had one too many drinks. And maybe he was dancing slightly inappropriately with a man named Jackson, but he was having fun. Though fun seemed to come in the form of stumbling over his own feet and clinging to the other male while laughing his ass off.

“Easy there, Princess.” The pet name had Yugyeom flushing, or maybe it was just all the alcohol in his system - he couldn’t be too sure. “I think it’s time for you to take a break.”

“No!” Yugyeom whined, drawing out the ‘o’ for as long as he could. “I don’t wanna!” He pouted, standing as straight as he possibly could and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Don’t be like that cutie.” Jackson chuckles, slipping his arm around Yugyeom’s waist, fingers gently stroking the bare skin that was exposed. With a gentle push, he guided the other towards the bar so they could sit, but before they even got halfway there, someone approached them and took Yugyeom’s hand, pulling him away from Jackson’s grasp.

“Come on! We have to go!” BamBam called as he dragged his stumbling friend away from the hunk he had been dancing with.

“Go where?!?” Yugyeom whined louder than last time.

“Home!”

Yugyeom frowned and huffed softly. He yanked his hand from BamBam, causing the other to stop. “Hang on. Gotta...” he trailed off bent over to take off his shoe. “Stupid cup.” He muttered to himself and kicked the shoe away before taking BamBam’s hand once more and following him outside.

“Hurry! We got get home before midnight! My mom will kill me if she knew I took her bike.” BamBam practically three Yugyeom onto the moped outside and climbed on after him. After a minute of fumbling to find his keys, he managed to start the bike and started off towards home.

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Mornings were always horrible. Mornings when hungover were even worse and Yugyeom was absolutely regretting letting BamBam talk him into going to the club last night. Despite the fact that he had fun, the pain in his head was just a bit too much for him to even bare at the moment. His stomach did flips as he slowly pushed himself up in bed, eyes scanning his - thankfully - dark room and noted that he really needed to pick up his clothes and hide them before one of his parents came to wake him up. But the simple act of just breathing hurt and he wondered if maybe he could survive whatever tirade his parents would have if they saw women's clothing on his floor. Probably not but his body was refusing to do anything at the moment, so he flopped back down, curling up into a small ball as he turned to face his nightstand. Spotting his phone, he reached out and grabbed it, checking what notifications he had - which turned out to be a bad idea because the brightness was turned to 100%.

Groaning as the pain surged in his head, he quickly fumbled to turn the brightness down all the way so he could comfortably stare at his phone without feeling like his head was going to explode. He had several drunken texts from BamBam and three texts from an unknown number, which confused him. Had he given his number out to someone while at the club? That wasn't something he would usually do. He had an issue with giving his number out just to his friend so he highly doubted he would give his number to someone else. But that was Yugyeom when he was sober. There was no telling what drunk Yugyeom would do.

Unlocking his phone, he pulled up his messages, quickly opening the unknown number one and read it.

Hey, this is Jackson. We met last night at the club. I got your number from BamBam, who I got his number from my buddy Jaebeom. Hope that's okay. Anyway, you kinda left your shoe at the club last night, you were pretty drunk. I have it and I was hoping to return it to you.

Yugyeom read the texts three times, trying to make sense of the jumbled words - groaning loudly when thinking increased the pain in his head. Never again was he drinking! Rubbing his forehead for a moment, he let out a shaky breath and started typing back.

Thanks. Uh, we can meet somewhere in a few hours. Need to get over this hangover first.

The response was almost instant and Yugyeom wondered if the other had been sitting there waiting for him to reply.

Oof. I feel that, you were pretty drunk last night, princess.

Yugyeom could feel his cheeks heating up at the pet name and familiar happiness that he had felt last night came surging back into his gut.

I can tell and I regret it.

Don't regret it. You were so cute stumbling over you feet while trying to dance. Made me want to wrap you up tightly in a hug.

My hero! So, if I'm a princess, that means your my Prince Charming, right?

Well I did hear something about you needing to be home before midnight when you were running off with your friend. And I have your shoe. I think Cinderella is probably the better name for you.

Yugyeom blinked, head cocking to the side as he stared the phone. A soft chuckle left him as he did his best to think back on the night before. It was pretty funny considering that even BamBam had been treating him like a princess, calling his moped a chariot. He was a complete idiot and he had waved it off, but now that he was thinking about it, it was almost like he was in a weird version of the story of Cinderella. Maybe he could find his own happy ending.

I'd rather stick to Princess if you don't mind.

Princess it is then. Text me later when you're feeling better and we can meet up.