#bambam oneshot

[bearseokie]

Fuzzy Accident (M) | bb

pairing: bambam x fem! reader genre: one shot, smut, slight fluff with humor warnings: mature content, detailed sexual content, dirty talking, overstimulation, restriction, multiple orgasms words: 818 summary: bambam's plan for a sexy night is going well until he accidentally makes a mistake with a pair of handcuffs. A/N: I wrote this while talking to a friend and I referred to bambam as "sir bamithbamith" so do with that information as you will

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Fingers tangled in his locks while Bambam ran his tongue over your neck, you both clung to each other in the elevator. Bambam set up the perfect date, treating you to a gourmet dinner, a nice bottle of fine wine, and even spoiled you with some new jewelry.

"The night's not over, though," he smirked as he pulled you through the door of your shared apartment, leading you toward the bedroom.

His lips were already on yours, hands skimming over your dress. Enchanted by his scent, and a little tipsy from the wine, you fell back against the hallway wall with a giggle. He pinned you there, lifting the fabric up and off of your body as his eyes looked over your skin.

"Ah!" he yelled, looking into your eyes. "Always beautiful."

You couldn't help but smile as he lifted you from the ground, his arm wrapped under your thighs as your arms instinctively went around his neck while he carried you. The bedroom smelled like roses, the dim light setting the mood as he dropped you on the bed and began to undo the buttons of his silk shirt.

"I have an idea!" he gleamed, looking down at you as he undid the button of his ripped jeans.

He smirked at you, turning and opening his nightstand, putting his index finger and thumb into the drawer and lifting out a pair of black, fuzzy handcuffs.

"You have got to be kidding me!" you cackled as you sat up on the bed, pulling at the heel of your flats to toss them across the room.

"What?" he questioned with a small pout. "People use them during sex all the time!"

He watched you continue to laugh at the pair of cuffs, tossing them by your head as he moved over you. He tugged your underwear off and started rubbing at your core as your laugh dwindled immediately, turning into a loud moan as he made gentle circles.

"Not so funny now, huh?" his grin made you moan louder, arms moving to grip at his forearms while he began leaving small bites at the crook of your neck, smiling at the ones he made in the elevator earlier.

His fingers moved faster, making you rock against his hand as he sent you into an orgasm. His head moved from your neck to your breasts, lifting one out of your bra and enveloping your nipple into his mouth while sucking, riding you through your climax.

He shifted to his knees on either side of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he shuffled off his loosely hanging clothes until he was naked above you. Putting his hands behind your back, he unlatches your bra and tosses it near your shoes as he grinds down into your core.

You both moan from the contact, rising and falling in unison as his member grazes your core. He bolts off you, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and covering himself properly before returning to you, gently filling you. Starting out slow, he rocks both of you into the soft duvet covering the mattress as you call out his name.

"Bam!" you scream, nails digging into his back muscles as he picks up his pace.

Ramming you into the bed with as much forceas possible, the sturdiness of the bed frame lets up and begins a creaking sound. You're both panting, getting closer to your high. You stare up at Bambam, watching the cogs in his brain turn as he slams into you once more, grabbing your hips and lifting you closer to the footboard with a smile.

He grabbed the fuzzy handcuffs, clicking one cuff on to your right wrist while putting himself back inside you, continuing his fast pace. You both begin sweating as his groans fill the room, your calls of his name echo off the walls of the master bedroom as you hear another click come from above you. His pace gets even faster, his tone higher than before letting you know, he's close.

"Come for me baby." he groans as he pounds into your core, fingers rubbing your bundle of nerves again as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Stifled laughs come from the two of you as he shifts his weight off you, a clank coming from the footboard. You tilt your head up, noticing that both you and his wrists are cuffed to the beam of the canopy bed frame.

"Bambam," you yelled up at him, watching him stare at the handcuffs with his mouth open. "Are you serious?" you whined, realizing the key is probably in the nightstand.

"It's okay!" he laughs, hand moving to push his hair back from his forehead in thought. "I can fix this. Think, think, think."

His cogs turn again as his eyes widen, looking down into yours as a grin rose to his lips.

"Hey, Alexa!"

got7 m.list | navi.

[dancingwithinsanityssoul]

Comatose Love

BamBam is anxious. Jackson can see it clearly no matter how hard BamBam tries to act normal. BamBam had never been able to sit still but he is more fidgety than usual, abnormally quiet, and  Jackson has watched him check his phone no less than twenty times in the last three minutes only to drop it onto the dining table with a huff a second later, running his hands through his hair and then repeating the process. He’s trying to hide it from the rest of his members, laughing loudly as he watches Mark attempt to climb Yugyeom like a tree, but Jackson could tell it was forced, his smile never reaching his eyes. 

“BamBam,” Jackson calls, catching everyone’s attention, “What’s got you so distracted?”

“Huh? Oh. Nothing. I’m fine,” BamBam says hurriedly, looking back down to his phone.

“No you’re not,” Mark says from where he is perched on Yugyeom’s back, wrapped around him like a koala, “You keep checking your phone and then looking like you wanna throw it across the room a second later.”

“Why are you on me, hyung?” Yugyeom says in annoyance and Mark just shrugs, causing Yugyeom to growl. He walks over to one of the couches in the dorm living room and flops down, effectively squishing Mark between him and the back of the couch and Mark lets go with a groan, the rest of the boys laughing again as Yugyeom pushes back, pressing Mark harder into the back of the couch until Mark gives him a hard smack on the side of his head. Yugyeom jumps up quickly, scurrying over to sit at the table next to BamBam just as Jinyoung and Youngjae enter the dorm, both laden down with bags of food. 

The boys all gather around the table as Jinyoung and Youngjae hand out the food, and Jackson watches as BamBam ignores his in favor of checking his phone again. He sets the phone aside again with a sigh before grabbing his fries. He only eats a couple before picking his phone up once more, only to have it snatched out of his hand by Jaebeom as he plops down next to him. 

“Seriously, BamBam, what’s up,” Jaebeom asks, holding BamBam’s phone out of his reach, “are you that lost without Karlie here to hold your hand?”

“I am not lost without her, hyung,” BamBam says in exasperation, wincing at the mention of his fiance who also happens to be Got7’s American manager. Jackson can’t help but chuckle as he watches BamBam attempt to grab his phone from Jaebeom, almost climbing into his lap, only to have it taken by Jinyoung across the table. He flops back in his seat with a hard, crossing his arms and glaring at the table. 

“Right,” Jaebeom says with a smirk, “Then why do you look like a kicked puppy?”

“I do not look like a kicked puppy,” BamBam growls before sighing, “I’m just worried, okay? She usually calls or at least texts me once a day. I haven’t heard from her in three days. I’ve been trying to call her but it goes straight to voicemail.”

“Maybe she finally got sick of listening to your whiny ass, and shut off her phone,” Mark says from where he is sitting on Jaebeom’s other side, and the other boys laugh when BamBam lunges at him and he lets out a small shriek. 

“That’s rude, Mark,” Jinyoung admonishes as he slides BamBam’s phone into his pocket, sits down, and looks back at BamBam, “I’m sure she’s fine, BamBam. But checking your phone every two seconds and stressing out isn’t going to make her call you any quicker. So eat your lunch and spend some time with us before you leave for Thailand tomorrow.” 

“Fine,” BamBam says with a pout before taking a large bite out of his burger. Before anyone can say anything else though, Day6’s Sweet Chaos rings out and BamBam is lunging across the table, shoving his hand into Jinyoung’s pocket and fishing out his phone.

“See, I told you she was fine,” Jinyoung says with a laugh as BamBam answers the phone, wandering into the living room. 

“Karlie what the hell?” BamBam says loudly, “I’ve been trying to call you for-”

Jackson looks up from his food when BamBam stops mid-sentence.

“Tyler? Where’s Karlie?” BamBam says in English as he stops next to the couch.

Everyone’s attention snaps to BamBam at his question, food forgotten. Jackson watches as a mix of confusion and pain settles onto his friend’s face. 

“What are you- Why is she-” BamBam stutters and stops as whoever is on the other end continues speaking. Yugyeom stands from the table and moves to stand next to his best friend when BamBam fists a hand in his hair. As Yugyeom reaches out to place a hand on BamBam’s shoulder, BamBam’s knees suddenly buckle, phone slipping from his hand and bouncing across the carpet. Yugyeom manages to snake his arm around BamBam’s waist in time to keep him upright, and BamBam presses his forehead into his best friend's collar bone as Yugyeom slowly guides him to the floor. Everyone is moving now, rushing to their friend’s side. Jackson stops short when he sees BamBam’s phone lying face up on the floor a few feet away, call still in progress, screen showing a closeup picture of BamBam and his fiance, BamBam pressing a kiss to Karlie’s cheek. He snatches the phone up quickly and presses it to his ear when he hears a male voice calling BamBam’s name filter through the phone speakers. 

“Who is this?” Jackson demands in English.

“Who are you?” The voice on the other end says, “Where’s BamBam?

“This is Jackson,” Jackson replies, looking over when he hears BamBam’s breathing hitch, bordering on hyperventilation and the other boys around him attempting to calm him down, “and BamBam is currently having a panic attack and I wanna know why.”

“Jackson, this is Karlie’s father,” The man says with a sigh, sounding tired, “Karlie was attacked three days ago and is currently in a coma. The doctors don’t know when, or if, she will wake up.” 

“Oh my God,” Jackson whispers, drawing some of the other boys’ attention to him, “We’ll make sure he’s on the next flight to the States.”

“Thank you, Jackson,” Tyler says.

“Of course, sir,” Jackson says, and hangs up the phone. Jaebeom and Mark are next to him almost instantly, eyes full of questions and Jackson relays what Karlie’s father had told him. 

“Shit,” Mark says quietly before switching back to Korean, “well he’s already packed for Thailand. All we need to do is cancel his current ticket and buy him a new one.”

“I think someone should go with him,” Jaebeom says, “Make sure he makes it okay.”

“I’ll go,” Mark says, and Jaebeom nods. As Mark heads to his room, Jackson looks over to see that BamBam has gotten his breathing under control and is now leaning back against the couch with a blank look on his face. Jinyoung, Youngjae, and Yugyeom are trying to talk to him but give up a minute later when they get no response. They wander over to where Jackson and Jaebeom are, all looking concerned. 

“He won’t tell us what’s going on,” Youngjae says, sounding panicked, “he started hyperventilating and then he just shut down. No tears, no explanation, nothing.”

“Who was on the phone, Jackson hyung?” Yugyeom asks quietly, eyes still glued to his best friend, who hasn’t moved. Jackson explains again while Jaebeom goes to book tickets for BamBam and Mark. By the time Jackson has finished explaining the situation, Youngjae and Yugyeom both have tears running down their faces and Jinyoung’s eyes are glassy. Jaebeom walks back over a few minutes later with a couple sheets of paper, just as Mark returns from his room with BamBam’s suitcase and a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“Okay, I have you on the next flight out,” Jaebeom says, handing the papers to Mark, “It leaves in an hour and forty-five minutes, so if you’re going to make it with enough time to get through security you need to leave now. The cabs on its way and I called JYP. He’s paying for the tickets, and sends his best wishes. All that’s really left to do is call his mom, let her know what’s going on so she’s not freaking out when he doesn’t show up tomorrow.” 

“I’ll call her,” Yugyeom says, and Jaebeom nods. As Yugyeom walks away, the sound of a car horn outside catches everyone's attention.

“Cab’s here,” Jinyoung says, looking out the window. Mark takes BamBam’s phone from Jackson before picking up the suitcase and heading for the door. Jaebeom and Jackson squat down in front of BamBam and Jackson places a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, BamBam,” Jackson says in a soft voice, “You need to get up. The cab’s here to take you to the airport.”  

When BamBam gives no response or sign of moving, Jaebeom lets out a noise that sounds like a mix between a sigh and a growl. He reaches out quickly, grabbing BamBam’s chin firmly and forcing his head up.

“Hey,” Jaebeom says sharply, and BamBam’s eyes finally focus on him, “You need to get your head in the game. Karlie needs you right now and you sitting here is doing nothing. So move your ass.”

At the mention of his fiance’s name, BamBam’s eyes widen and he nods, allowing Jaebeom and Jackson to pull him to his feet. The three of them make their way outside, where Mark is waiting by the cab. 

“Call us when you get there,” Jaebeom tells Mark after depositing BamBam in the car.

“Will do,” Mark says, “I texted Karlie’s dad with BamBam’s phone, letting him know our itinerary.” 

Jaebeom nods and Mark climbs into the car. Jackson and Jaebeom watch the cab until it disappears around the corner before heading back inside. 

“You were a bit harsh on him, hyung,” Jackson says as they climb the stairs. 

“Yeah, well. We needed him to move,” Jaebeom says with a sigh, “We had to snap him out of whatever that was and the soft approach was not going to work.” 

“Yeah,” Jackson sighs, “I guess you’re right.”

~~~~~~

BamBam doesn’t speak a word the entire trip. Mark tries multiple times during the fifteen and a half hour flight to talk to him, but BamBam never responds, simply stares out the window. He also refuses to eat, despite having not eaten lunch. Mark knows he’s not going to get through to him so he leaves BamBam to his own devices, dozing off here and there. It’s mid-afternoon when they finally land in Karlie’s hometown of Atlanta, Georgia, and Mark is stiff and sore. As he and BamBam make their way through the terminal, trying to shake the cramps out of their muscles, they hear a feminine voice calling BamBam’s name. They turn towards the sound and see a petite woman standing next to the baggage carousel. Mark turns to BamBam in confusion, only to see his eyes widen just before he scurries over to the small woman, stooping to wrap her in a hug. Mark hurries after his friend, reaching the pair as the woman pulls back and gives BamBam a small, motherly smile. Now that he’s closer, Mark sees that the woman is an older, slightly shorter version of Karlie. 

“I didn’t know Karlie had an older sister,” Mark says without thinking, because his brain-to-mouth filter must be malfunctioning due to jet lag, making both BamBam and the woman give him strange looks.

“Oh hun,” the woman says with a thick Southern drawl, a sweet smile adorning her face, “you must be exhausted. You’re not seeing things clearly. Did you two get any sleep on the plane?”

“Maybe an hour?” BamBam says uncertainly, the first words Mark has heard him speak since he got the call, “But he slept most of the flight.”

“Did you at least eat something?” the woman asks as they grab the boys’ luggage, giving BamBam a pointed look and he looks away quickly. The woman huffs and smacks the back of his head, before turning her gaze to Mark, “What about you, Mark?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mark squeaks, slightly frightened of the tiny woman before him, before something else occurs to him, “Wait. How do you know my name?”

“Don’t call me ma’am. Carrie is fine. Or mama,” the woman says with a smirk, “And I know all of your names. My daughter talks about the ‘crackheads’ that she manages all the time. Plus, I like your music and Bam is always showing us videos of the crazy antics you boys get into. So it wasn’t hard to match names to faces.”

“Oh, daughter…” Mark says, scratching his head in embarrassment, “That makes sense. I feel dumb now.” 

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Carrie says with a giggle, patting Mark’s arm, “We can just blame it on the jet lag. Now come on. Let’s go see our girl. We’ll pick up some food on the way.”

Mark and BamBam follow Carrie out to her SUV, stowing their bags in the trunk. As Carrie pulls out of the parking lot, Mark sends a quick text message to their group chat, letting the other members know that they had landed safely and that he would call them later that evening. They stop at a McDonald’s then a Starbucks, Carrie buying two extra coffees. The rest of the ride is pretty quiet, only the sound of crumpling food wrappers breaking the silence. When they finally arrive at the hospital, the atmosphere seems to grow darker around them. The hospital is busy, people in scrubs rushing around. The elevator is packed when they catch it and they are all thankful to get off two floors later. The third floor is quieter than the first floor had been, an almost somber quality to the air that makes the hair on the back of Mark’s neck stand up as they follow Carrie down the hall. They stop at a desk with a middle aged gentleman and a young man in scrubs leaning against it, and Carrie hands the young man one of the coffees. 

“You didn’t have to get me coffee, Carrie,” the young man says, accepting the cup anyway.

“I know, hun,” Carrie says, handing the other coffee to the other man, “But you’ve been here all night and you looked almost dead when I left.”

“Well, thank you,” the young man says, before turning to look at Mark and BamBam, “And who are these gentlemen?”

“This is Karlie’s fiance, BamBam,” the other man says, placing a hand on BamBam’s shoulder then points to Mark with the hand holding the coffee cup, “And this is his bandmate, Mark.”

“They aren’t technically a band, Tyler. They don’t play instruments,” Carrie says, patting her husband's arm before turning back to the man in scrubs, “How is she today, Josh?”

“Well, the swelling has gone down considerably. The doc ran another CT scan after you left and he’s optimistic about being able to remove the drainage tube tomorrow,” Josh says, leaning across the counter to pick up a clipboard, “She’s also breathing on her own, now.”

“May I see her?” BamBam asks in a small voice as Carrie lets out a sigh of relief.

“Of course,” Josh says, nodding, “this way.”

As they follow the nurse down the hall, BamBam gets antsier with every step, and when they finally stop by a door at the very end of the hall, he looks ready to bolt. Mark places a reassuring hand on BamBam’s shoulder as the nurse opens the door. The lights in the room are out and it’s quiet except for the constant steady beeping of a heart monitor. As they all file in, Josh turns on the lights and Mark suddenly feels the urge to puke. Karlie is the room’s only occupant, but if Mark didn't know who they were there to see, he would not have recognized the girl laying in the bed. The entire left side of her face is a dark purple, with a matching bruise ringing her neck. There are bandages wrapping around her forehead and covering her right eye. There are tubes and wires everywhere, some attached to her right arm and some disappearing into the neckline of the hospital gown she wears. Her long brown hair almost seems dull, laying limp and greasy around her. 

“Jesus,” Mark breaths out as BamBam stumbles forward. He falls to his knees next to the bed and reaches out tentatively to grasp her hand, lacing his fingers through hers and pressing the back of her hand to his lips. Mark sees his friend's shoulders start to shake, and he presses his forehead against Karlie’s hip as Carrie moves forward, kneeling down next to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. BamBam shifts, never releasing Karlie’s hand, and buries his face in Carrie’s shoulder as she cards her fingers through his hair, broken sobs ripping their way out of his chest. 

“What happened,” Mark asks shakily, turning to look at his friend's father. He is trying to be strong for BamBam, but he can feel the burn of tears welling in his eyes. Karlie had become like a little sister to Mark and seeing her like this hurt. 

“We had gone to dinner with a few of her bridesmaids and were talking to a couple of gentlemen while waiting for a table,” Tyler says, looking exhausted, “one of them was very interested in Karlie, and looked angry when she said she was engaged but he didn’t say anything. Then about halfway through dinner BamBam called her, so she went outside. We all figured she would be a while, so when she wasn’t back after twenty minutes, we didn’t think anything of it. But then a woman came running into the restaurant screaming that ‘he’s killing her’. We were pretty far from the door so it took us a while to get out there, but when we did, we saw the angry guy from earlier being pulled off of Karlie by his friend. We don’t know why he did it, his friend doesn’t even understand what happened. Apparently he just snapped.”

“Jesus,” Mark says again, not knowing what else to say, and a silence settles over the room, only BamBam’s sobs being heard. They stay that way for a while, Tyler sitting in the chair against the wall, Mark leaning against the wall next to him, and Carrie holding BamBam as his sobs quiet down. After a while, when BamBam has stopped crying and settled himself in the chair next to the bed, still clutching Karlie’s hand, Carrie turns to her husband. 

“Hun, you look exhausted,” she says, placing a hand on his shoulder, “and both boys probably need sleep, too. So why don’t you take them home and I’ll sit with her.” 

“I’m not leaving,” BamBam says firmly, eyes never leaving his fiance's face, before Tyler has a chance to say anything.

“Bam, you need to sleep,” Mark says, “You barely slept on the plane.”

“I’m not leaving her, Mark,” BamBam snaps in Korean, springing to his feet and turning to Mark with a glare, “I don’t need you telling me what I do or don’t need. The woman I love is lying in a hospital bed and we have no idea when she’s gonna wake up. Or if she even will. So if you think I’m leaving her side anytime soon you are sorely mistaken.”

Mark’s eyes widen at his normally goofy friend’s angry outburst. He doesn’t know how to respond, so he just nods and makes his way out the door. He wanders down the hall a bit before collapsing into one of the many chairs lining the hallway. He rakes his hands over his face and through his hair, taking a deep, shaky breath as he lets his head fall back against the wall. He feels the stress of the day catching up with him; the jetlag, the shock from his friend’s condition and BamBam’s outburst becoming too much and he feels tears stinging at his eyes again. This time, though, he doesn’t fight it, just lets the tears slip past his closed eyelids and down his cheeks. He sits there for a few minutes, crying silently, until he feels a hand on his shoulder and he opens his eyes to see Tyler and Carrie both standing in front of him. 

“Come on, son,” Tyler says, “Let’s head to the house and you can sleep.”

“Oh, I was just going to book a hotel,” Mark says, wiping his eyes and standing. 

“Nonsense,” Carrie shakes her head, “We have a spare room. There’s no point in wasting money on a hotel when you can just stay with us.”

Mark nods, too tired to argue, and follows the couple out of the hospital.

~~~~~

When Mark walked out, BamBam collapsed back into his chair and buried his face in his hands, immediately feeling guilty. He hadn’t meant to yell at his friend, knew he was just concerned for BamBam’s wellbeing, but the stress of everything had gotten to him and he’d taken it out on Mark. 

“Shit,” BamBam says, letting out a ragged sigh. 

“I may not know what you said,” Carrie says, placing her hand on his shoulder, and he looks up at her, “But even I could tell that was harsh.” 

“I know,” BamBam says, sighing again and training his eyes back on his unconscious fiance, “I didn’t mean to snap at him. I just-”

“I get it,” Carrie says, “Hey. I’m gonna take Ty and Mark to the house so they can get some sleep, then I’ll be back. It’ll probably be a couple hours. You gonna be okay here by yourself?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” BamBam says. His eyes don’t leave Karlie as he hears Carrie and Tyler leave. He picks up Karlie’s hand again, reaching out with the other hand to gently rest it against the top of her head, careful of the bruising on her face and the bandages on her head. He sits that way, carding his fingers through her hair and listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor reassuring him that she was still there, still alive, for about half an hour until his phone starts buzzing in his pocket. He fishes it out and sees that Mark is calling the Got7 group chat. He takes a moment to gather himself and makes sure that his headphones are connected before accepting the call. It takes a second for the call to connect, the sound coming through before the video does. When it does, he sees Mark in the guest room of his soon to be in-laws house, eyes slightly red and puffy, and feels another wave of guilt wash over him. At the bottom of the screen, the rest of the members of Got7 are squished onto one of the couches in the dorm living room. They all look rather surprised to see him. 

“Hey guys,” He says quietly. 

“Hey Bam,” Yugyeom says softly, with none of his usual exuberance, “How you doing?”

BamBam doesn’t answer, just makes a noncommittal noise and turns the camera around, showing the boys the girl on the bed. The boys all gasp, while Mark just looks away. He turns the camera back around so the boys are looking at him once more and rubs his eyes. 

“What happened?” Jaebeom asks, voice neutral, face blank.

Mark relays the story they heard from Tyler, but BamBam isn’t really listening, not really wanting to hear it again. His mind wandering to the “what ifs”. He remembers calling her that day, and he wonders if he had waited a little longer to call her would she still be in this situation. If he hadn’t begged the other boys to take a break earlier than planned so he could call her, would she have made it home with no more contact with the angry man? Before he can fall too much farther into that train of thought, the sound of his name pulls him back to the conversation and he 

sees his best friend giving him a knowing look. 

“I know what you’re thinking, BamBam,” Yugyeom says, and BamBam looks away, “It’s not your fault and blaming yourself isn’t going to do anyone any good.”

BamBam doesn’t say anything, just nods, knowing there’s no use arguing with his best friend because no one knows BamBam better, except maybe Karlie. 

“So wait,” Youngjae says, “Mark where are you? Did you stay at the hospital, too?”

“No, I’m at Karlie’s parents’ house,” Mark says, a small smirk working its way onto his face, “They wouldn’t let me get a hotel.”

“I could have told you that,” BamBam says with a snort, “They wouldn’t let me get a hotel either. Made me sleep in the guestroom the first couple times I came with Karlie for a visit. That bed is damn comfortable though.”

Mark laughs and nods in agreement. They talk for a few more minutes before Mark lets out a loud yawn and the other boys laugh. The boys all say their goodbyes and demands to be kept updated on Karlie’s progress. 

“Mark hyung,” BamBam says, catching everyone’s attention before anyone can hang up, “I wanted to say I’m sorry. About earlier.”

“It’s fine, BamBam,” Mark says, a reassuring smile on his face, “I get it. You’re stressed out. I probably would have reacted the same way had I been in your position.”

“That’s still no excuse for snapping at you,” BamBam argues, and he sees confusion on the rest of the members’ faces, “I appreciate your concern. I really do. Thank you. And I am sorry.”

Mark doesn’t say anything else, just smiles and nods before hanging up. BamBam tells the other boys goodnight once more before hanging up, just as the door opens behind him. 

“Oh!” the woman says in surprise, “You startled me. I wasn’t expecting a new face.”

“I’m sorry,” BamBam says, standing and offering her a hand, “I’m BamBam.”

“Oh! The fiance!” the woman says with a knowing smile, shaking his hand, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Becky. One of the nurses taking care of Karlie. I’m here to change her bandages and clean her up a bit.”

“Oh,” BamBam says dumbly, finally noticing that the woman is wearing scrubs. Becky seems sweet, around Carrie’s age, with short cropped black hair that's graying at the temples and wrinkles around her kind eyes. He watches as she moves about, checking the monitors, before grabbing a cart holding medical supplies and moving it closer to the bed. 

“So how did you two meet,” she asks as she starts unwrapping the bandages around Karlie’s head, “If you don’t mind my asking. I bet it was something cute, right? Like in a coffee shop or a bookstore?”

“I wish,” BamBam says with a snort, trying to ignore the damage to his fiance’s face that was hidden by the bandages; the stitches in her eyebrow and under her eye, the bruising and scrapes on her forehead, instead focusing on the heart monitor beeping away steadily as he remembers his and Karlie’s first meeting, “She actually called me a dumpling on a pair of walking chopsticks when we first met.”

“Really?” Becky says with a laugh as she gently cleans Karlie’s face.

“Yeah. I was 19, dumb and immature, and tried hitting on her five minutes after I met her,” BamBam says, smiling at the memory, “She was 21, gorgeous, and had just started working at the entertainment company I’m signed with. We were doing a Q&A video with our fans in Germany and they brought her in as a translator. She speaks seven languages. She actually insulted me in Thai, which is my native language. Shocked the hell out of me.” 

“Seven?” Becky asks, “I knew she spoke Korean and Spanish. Didn’t know about the others.”

“Wait, you know her?” BamBam asks in surprise.

“I went to high school with her dad,” Becky says with a smirk, “and Karlie grew up with my twins.”

“Oh wow,” he says quietly. 

“So,” she says, looking at BamBam conspiratorially, “If you were a dumb, immature teenager and she was insulting you in the beginning, what changed?”

“I’m persistent,” BamBam says smuggly, “ And stubborn. Granted so is she. It took me a year and a half to get her to agree to a date. But after that first encounter, I stopped trying so hard. I flirted less and tried to get to know her better. We became really good friends and I think that helped me mature a lot. Though I’m 25 and still act like a dumb, immature teenager sometimes, she keeps me in line. She keeps us all in line, actually.”

“Tyler tells me she manages a KPOP group,” Becky says, “That’s you, right? Isn’t it frowned upon to date your manager?”

“She was actually my girlfriend before she became our manager,” BamBam explains, “She’s only been our manager for about a year, we’ve been together for about four. My group was being rowdy and crazy backstage at an awards show, not listening to our manager when he would tell us to chill. It wasn’t the first time we gave our manager a hard time. And then she came in to wish us good luck, saw how we were acting and ripped us all apart and we settled down. JYP, the CEO of our company, I guess he saw it, and when our manager quit the next week, he offered her the job. Didn’t even care that she and I were together. He had just never seen anyone corral us like that.”

“Wow,” Becky says.

“Mmm, I got lucky,” he says, turning his gaze back to his fiance, “She’s the best thing that’s happened to me.”

“So how long have you been engaged?” Becky asks, “Have you guys set a date? How did you propose?”

BamBam looks at her with bemusement, amused by her curiosity. When he doesn’t respond after a few moments she looks up at him with wide eyes, and he chuckles. 

“I am so sorry,” she says hurriedly, “It’s not really any of my business. I’ve just found it helps the family to talk when a loved one is hurt. Just think of me as the nosey aunt.”

“It’s fine,” BamBam says with a laugh, “It’s what? February now? I proposed in October, so four months. The wedding is supposed to be in April, in Thailand.” 

“Wow. Short engagement,” Becky says.

“Yeah, Karlie’s very organized.” BamBam says with a fond smile, “She had almost everything planned by December.”

“Mmm,” Becky hums in agreement, “So why BamBam?”

“Huh?”

“Your name,” Becky clarifies, “I know that’s not the name you were born with.”

“His name is kinda hard to pronounce,” Carrie says as she walks in the open door, making BamBam jump, “Hi Becky.

“Hi Carrie, I’m almost done here,” Becky says with a smile, gathering up her supplies, “and what do you mean about his name?”

“The first time we met BamBam, Tyler said he refused to call him that, demanding to know his real name,” Carrie starts, giggling.

“When I told him my real name he just kinda blinked at me for a good ten seconds,” BamBam says laughing, “then he held out his hand for me to shake and says ‘It’s nice to meet you, BamBam.’ Karlie fell off the couch laughing.”

Carrie and Becky join in with his laughter as Becky finishes up and says her goodbyes, having other patients to tend to. After she leaves, BamBam and Carrie sit in silence for a while, both lost in their own worlds. 

“You know that’s part of why she wants to get married in Thailand, right?” Carrie asks suddenly, the sound of her voice making BamBam jump again.

“Huh?”

“She wants to make sure that whoever officiates can properly pronounce your name, and what better way to assure that happens than get married in Thailand,” Carrie explains with a smile, and BamBam snorts. 

“Is that the only reason?” he asks with a chuckle.

“No,” Carrie says with a small smile, “She’s always said that she wants to get married wherever the person she loves is from, because that's their home. I asked her about it when she was a teenager and her cousin got married in the Philippines. I was complaining about having to travel for the wedding and she said she thought it was sweet. I asked her where she wanted to get married and she just smiled and said ‘wherever they are from. If he’s from Florida then we’ll get married in Florida. If he’s from Montana, then we’ll get married in Montana. If he’s from Korea, we’ll get married in Korea. If he’s from Georgia though, we’re getting married in the Bahamas.’ That’s just the kind of person she is, Bam. She wants to make sure the person she loves is happy and comfortable and wants to experience their culture with them.”

BamBam can’t find the words to respond, so he simply nods and threads his fingers through Karlie’s again. It’s quiet for a long time before he realizes that his soon to be mother-in-law has fallen asleep in the other chair. He gets up, grabbing the extra blanket from the cabinet nearby, gently placing it over the slumbering woman before returning to his silent vigil. 

~~~~~

The next day is pretty uneventful, Tyler and Mark wandering in around eleven. The doctor comes in after lunch, talking in a bunch of jargon that BamBam doesn’t understand before Karlie is wheeled out for about an hour, returning with a few less tubes and wires attached to her and the bandages gone. The day wears on, filled with meaningless chatter and stories from Karlie’s childhood and her time with Got7, until it’s already well into the evening and her parents decide they will both go home that evening. BamBam once again refuses to leave, and this time no one says anything. After they leave, he tries to distract himself from the quiet, surfing social media before quickly becoming bored. He ends up scrolling through his photo gallery, losing himself in the images of his fiance stored there. It's one of his favorite hobbies, taking pictures and videos of Karlie, capturing all of the different sides of her; the way she looks when she’s sleeping, mouth slightly open and hair falling in her face; when she first wakes up, hair a mess and looking grumpy before having her coffee; the cute way her nose scrunches when she laughs. As he scrolls he comes across a video that looks to have been taken in the Got7 practice room that he doesn’t remember taking. When he opens it, all he sees is a forehead. 

“Oh god! Why is that so close!” he hears Karlie’s voice, almost drowned out by the cacophony of laughter coming from the background, and the video pulls back showing Karlie’s beautiful face. She moves the phone to show what’s happening behind her, and he sees himself held bridal style in Jackson’s arms, laughing loudly as Jackson spins in circles, before the video moves back to Karlie’s face. 

“Ya know, sometimes it’s kinda hard to tell who he’s dating. Is it me? Is it Jackson?” Karlie says, laughing as she points to herself then over her shoulder before moving the camera again, this time showing that he has moved from Jackson’s arms to Yugyeom’s, wrapping around his best friend like a koala as Yugyeom sprints around the room, before tripping over Youngjae’s extended foot and they both end up on the floor, BamBam trapped under Yugyeom’s body.

“Whoops, maybe it’s Yugyeom. I don’t know anymore.” The video focuses on Karlie’s face once more as she sounds annoyed but her smile shows that it’s all an act. There’s movement behind her that BamBam can’t quite make out before there are suddenly hands on Karlie’s face, turning her head. BamBam gets a quick glimpse of his own face as he slams his lips against hers before the camera is suddenly moving very quickly, a clattering noise echoing from the phones speakers before the screen goes black. BamBam chuckles as he remembers when that video was taken, not having realized at the time that she had been recording in the first place. He continues scrolling through the gallery, passing more pictures and videos before he comes to one of his favorite videos, one taken for Instagram the morning after he had proposed. He had taken her on a weekend getaway for her birthday to a little bed and breakfast in the Scottish countryside. It was a place she had always wanted to visit and he wanted to make her birthday and the proposal special. They had gone to dinner and then for a walk near the lake and it had honestly been perfect. He opens the video, his face coming into focus, hair messy, dressed in a black tee with the sides cut out.

“Wassup guys,” he says quietly, smiling sleepily at the camera as he makes his way into the bedroom of the suite they were staying in. He places the cup of coffee he carries on the bedside table before climbing onto the bed, collapsing next to a lump under the blankets. He pokes the lump causing it to shift and let out a groan and he chuckles. 

“BamBam go away,” Karlie’s voice filters out of the bundle, speaking Thai. 

“Rude babe,” He says with a chuckle as he wiggles his way under the blankets and pressing himself as close to her as he can, her messy hair and eyes squinting as she glares at her fiance. The screen goes black before the sound of Karlie squealing and giggling filters through. When the screen lights up again, they are sitting up leaning against the headboard, BamBam leaned back against Karlie’s chest with her arms wrapped around his waist, hands clutching the coffee cup and her chin resting on his right shoulder. 

“No babe,” she whines, still speaking Thai, when she notices the phone in his hand and buries her face in his shoulder, “Why are you filming? I have no makeup on! Please tell me this isn’t going on Instagram.”

“Neither do I. It’s fine. And I would be lying if I did.” BamBam says with a laugh as she groans. He threads his fingers with those of her left hand, showing off the diamond ring that rests on her ring finger, sparkling in the sunlight that filters in from the window. She starts grumbling in German and BamBam doesn’t know what she’s saying but he’s fairly certain it’s not nice. 

“I have no idea what she’s saying right now,” BamBam says in English, “But I am fairly certain she’s swearing at me in German.”

“You would be correct in that assumption,” Karlie says with a smug smirk as she picks her head up from his shoulder and takes a sip of the coffee, “I can say it in a different language if you want me to.”

“Nah,” BamBam says, smirking as well, “I wanna hear you say ‘I love you’ in Thai.”

She mutters something that the mic can’t pick up as she rests her cheek on his shoulder once more, looking towards the window. 

“That is definitely not how you say ‘I love you’ in Thai,” he says laughing, “Th- That is actually quite rude, babe. Come on, say ‘I love you’. Please?”

“Chăn rák ter,” she says with a sigh, but BamBam can hear the smile in her voice. 

“German!” BamBam says. 

“Ich liebe dich.” 

“Spanish.”

“Te quiero," she says, resting her chin on BamBam's shoulder before her face scrunches in confusion, "Wait. Nope. That's I want you. Te amo is I love you. It's too early for this shit. I hate you.”

“No you don't. You love me,” BamBam says as Karlie takes another drink of her coffee and rolls her eyes. 

"I don't know why," she says with a smirk.

"That hurts me, babe," he says, placing the hand holding hers over his heart with a pout, "right here."

"You'll be fine," Karlie says and BamBam laughs.

"How about Korean?" BamBam says, and Karlie rolls her eyes again. 

“Salanghae,” she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Chinese!”

“Wǒ ài nǐ.”

“Japanese,”  he says looking smug. 

“Aishiteru.”

“English!” he says, shifting himself a bit so he can look at her better.

“I. Love. You.” She says, punctuating every word by pressing a kiss to his lips, “Are you done now? Can you turn off the camera yet?”

“Well, I was gonna make an announcement,” BamBam says with a smirk, playing with the ring on her finger, “but I don’t remember what it was about ‘cause you distracted me with your amazing language skills, so yeah I guess I can. Peace out guys!” 

The screen goes black as BamBam chuckles, remembering the response he had gotten to that video. Instagram had blown up, grumbles about the ring and BamBam not outright saying that he had asked her to marry him. He had made a formal public statement announcing the engagement a couple of days later, once they had returned to Seoul. The other members had been mad because he never even told them he was planning it, Yugyeom hadn’t spoken to him for a week. He feels tears stinging at his eyes again, thinking about just how close he had come to losing the love of his life, her survival still not one hundred percent certain. He sets his phone down on the table next to him and lays his head down on the bed next to Karlie’s hip, gripping her hand and pressing it to his lips, allowing the tears to slip from his eyes, and he cries himself to sleep. 

~~~~~

He’s awoken the next morning by someone slapping his face less than gently. He opens his eyes to see Carrie standing there, looking annoyed. 

“Alright, get up,” She orders, and he blinks at her as he sits up. He looks blearily at the clock hanging on the wall and realizes that he only got maybe two hours of sleep. His back is stiff and his neck is cramping badly.

“Wha-” he’s cut off by her reaching out and grabbing his ear, pulling him forcefully from the chair and out of the room, the sound of Mark’s laughter echoing behind him. He’ll have to remember to hit Mark later, “ OW! Shit! Mama, what are you doing?”

“I am tired of watching you sit there in that uncomfortable chair, fighting sleep,” Carrie says in exasperation, finally releasing his ear only to grab a hold of his wrist, preventing him from turning around. For someone so small she is deceptively strong, “Plus you are still wearing the clothes you wore on the plane. So we are going to go back to the house, you are going to shower, eat, and sleep in a real bed for at least six hours.”

“Mama, I’m-” he starts only to be cut off again as they make their way outside, the sun momentarily blinding him. 

“Boy, if you try to tell me you’re fine, I will hit you,” she says quickly as she unlocks her car, “Then I will call your Ma. Don’t test me. Now get in the car.” 

BamBam gulps audibly and nods, doing as he is told and climbing into the passenger seat, knowing that it isn’t an empty threat. They drive in silence, only the quiet crooning of some country song playing on the radio being heard. When they reach the house, BamBam climbs out of the car and up the steps of the porch on his own, his ear still stinging from Carrie’s earlier attack. 

“Your suitcase is in Karlie’s room.” Carrie says, nudging him towards the stairs as she makes her way towards the kitchen, “Go take a shower while I fix some breakfast.” 

BamBam nods quickly and trudges up the stairs and into his fiance’s childhood bedroom. He glances around quickly, taking in the soft purple walls, the large bed up against one wall, gray and purple sheets unmade, the photos and awards scattered around, the desk in the corner stacked high with books and the bookshelf against the other wall, piled high with more books and photos. Nothing has changed since the last time he was here, except the bridal magazines stacked neatly on the corner of her desk, small post-its poking out, marking pages of interest. He shakes his head and opens his suitcase, pulling out a pair of basketball shorts and a loose tee shirt, along with his toiletries, before heading into the adjoining bathroom. He only plans to take a quick shower, but the hot water feels so good on his stiff muscles that he can’t help but stand under the spray, water beating down on his tense shoulders. By the time he is done, the water has gone cold and steam fills the bathroom. He dries himself quickly, pulls on his clothes, and makes his way downstairs, wandering into the kitchen to see Carrie setting a plate piled high with pancakes, eggs, sausage, and bacon onto the table along with a glass of orange juice. He hadn’t realized just how hungry he was but the mouthwatering smell has his stomach growling rebelliously, catching Carrie’s attention and making her chuckle. 

“Eat,” she orders and he nods, plopping himself in the chair and digging in. He eats quickly, clearing his plate before leaning back in his chair with a content sigh for a moment then standing and taking his dishes to the sink with the intent of washing them.

“No, I’ll do that,” Carrie says as she takes the sponge from him and gives him a small shove towards the kitchen door, “You go up and sleep. I want you to try and get at least six hours. We’ll go back to the hospital after you wake up. 

BamBam nods and thanks her for breakfast before making his way back upstairs. He flops down on the bed, letting the familiar scent of Karlie’s shampoo soothe him into a restless sleep. 

~~~~~

He only manages four hours, not being able to sleep without Karlie next to him.  He gets up quietly, not wanting to alert Carrie to his wakefulness, looking through his clothes from earlier for his phone, only to realize that he left it at the hospital when Carrie had dragged him out. He sighs in frustration before grabbing a pair of sweatpants, an oversized tee shirt, and his hoodie from his suitcase, dressing quickly before grabbing his phone charger and making his way downstairs. Carrie is sitting on the couch when he walks into the living room, flipping through a large book. As he gets closer, he sees that it’s a photo album containing photos from Karlie’s childhood. When she notices his presence, she closes the album, asking if he wants any lunch before they head back, not commenting on the fact that he didn’t make it six hours. He shakes his head, more than ready to be back at Karlie’s side. They make the trip silently, not even the radio playing this time. When they make it back to Karlie’s room, Tyler is asleep in the chair against the wall and Mark is sitting in BamBam’s chair by the bed with headphones in, music blasting as he scrolls through social media on his phone. BamBam smirks to himself as he moves to stand behind his friend and flicks him hard in the back of the neck. 

“Ah, shit!” Mark exclaims loudly, clutching at the back of his neck, “The hell, Bam!”

“You're in my spot,” BamBam says, laughing loudly. Mark's outburst and BamBam’s laughter shakes Tyler from his slumber and he grumbles about overly loud children before letting out a huge yawn that has Carrie giggling next to him. They all settle in, talking and bantering much as they had the day before for the next couple hours, simply passing the time. 

It’s about 9 o’clock, as Tyler, Carrie and Mark are getting ready to leave that a groan grabs everyone’s attention. They all wait with bated breath, hoping for another sign of waking from the unconscious woman. She groans again and shifts in bed, spurring everyone into motion. Carrie, Tyler and BamBam gather around the bed as Mark runs out of the room in search of a nurse. He returns a few minutes later, Josh in tow, just as Karlie’s eyes slowly flutter open. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief as her eyes drift around the room. 

“Hey baby,” BamBam breathes, smile breaking across his face, as Josh moves forward, checking the monitors and shining a small flashlight in her eyes which causes her to flinch and whine. Josh moves away from her, stepping over to a computer mounted on the wall, as Karlie’s eyes drift around again, never focusing on anything. 

“Hey baby girl,” Tyler says and her eyes drift to him for a moment. She gives no sign of recognition before her eyes move on again. She shifts again, seemingly looking for a more comfortable position as her eyes land on BamBam. Something flashes across her face for a moment, something akin to recognition, before her eyes fall shut again.

“Wait, what happened?” Carrie asks, turning to Josh in a panic, “Why didn’t she say anything? Is she okay?”

“She’s just fine,” Josh says, giving them a reassuring smile, “It’s normal for coma patients to come out of it slowly. Waking up multiple times without truly waking up. This will probably happen multiple times over the next few hours, maybe days, but that’s okay. It means she is coming out of it. This is a good sign.”

Josh gives Carrie a pat on the shoulder and another smile before making his way out of the room. Everyone else settles back in, all previous thoughts leaving flying out the window. It’s quiet, everyone lost in their own thoughts. BamBam never lets go of Karlie’s hand, eyes never leaving her face. Carrie and Tyler settle into the chair by the wall, while Mark makes himself comfortable on the wide window sill. 

True to what Josh said, Karlie opens her eyes multiple times throughout the night, never focusing on anything for more than a few seconds, only keeping her eyes open for a couple of minutes at most before closing them once more. 

~~~~~

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, had never intended to in the first place, but when he opens his eyes, BamBam notices that the room is brighter, the sunlight just starting to spill into the room. He’s leaned forward with his head pillowed on his arms, and he can see Tyler and Carrie asleep in the double chair against the wall, Carrie’s head resting on Tyler’s shoulder while Tyler’s head is leaned back against the wall.

He shifts, adjusting himself in the chair and turning his head the other way, catching sight of Mark asleep still perched in the window before closing his eyes again. He sits like that for a moment, attempting to go back to sleep while also trying to figure out what had woken him in the first place, when the feeling of fingers carding through his hair finally registers in his brain and his eyes snap open. He bolts upright and is met with the most beautiful blue eyes he’s ever seen, accompanied by a bright, tired smile.  

“Hey handsome,” Karlie whispers, voice rough from having not been used, and BamBam chokes out a breathy laugh, feeling tears prick at his eyes as he grabs her hand, pressing a kiss against her knuckles. 

“Hi,” he breathes, cupping the side of her face. She closes her eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch. 

“What are you doing here, Bam? Shouldn’t you be in Thailand?” she asks as she shifts before letting out a groan, “And why do I hurt so much?”

BamBam can’t help the strangled laugh that escapes him as the tears finally break free. The sound wakes the other people in the room, and he hears a squeal from behind him. There’s a loud “oh shit” from the window and he looks up in time to Mark tip sideways, limbs flailing as he falls from the sill, hitting the floor with a resounding thud. 

“Oh my god, Mark!” Karlie squeals as BamBam presses his mouth to her knuckles once more in an attempt to stifle his laughter, “Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” Mark groans, his voice strained as he lets a chuckling Tyler pull him up off the floor. Everyone crowds around the bed, smiles lighting up every face. 

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” Tyler asks, resting a hand on his daughter’s shin. 

“Like I was hit by a truck,” she responds with a grimace, “Why do I feel like I was hit by a truck?”

“What do you remember?” Carrie asks.

“Going to dinner with Bree and Zoe, and Bam calling,” Karlie says, “Nothing after that. Mom what’s going on? Why are Bam and Mark here?”

“That was-” Carrie starts but is cut off by the doctor walking in, followed closely by Josh. 

“Josh? What-” Karlie starts before looking around the room, “Oh. I am in the hospital. That explains a lot. It also raises a lot more questions.”

“Hey, sis,” Josh says with a laugh, and BamBam raises an eyebrow in confusion, “I have questions, too, ya know. Like why you didn’t tell your best friend you were getting married. I had to hear it from my sister, when she tells me she’s gonna be your maid of honor.”

“Uhh, not true,” Karlie says, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “I specifically called you that night and told you.”

“Was I working?” Josh asks with a smirk.

“I believe so,” Karlie says.

“Girl, you know better than that,” Carrie says with a laugh, “It’s hard enough to get the boy to remember what you tell him when he hasn’t been working a 24- hour shift. Good luck if he has.” 

“Alright, fair,” Karlie says, laughing before grimacing and placing a hand on her head, “I’ll tell you about it later, right now I want my own answers.”

“Oh my God, I feel so stupid now,” BamBam blurts out, causing everyone to turn to him, “I knew you looked familiar. You’re the best friend Kar is always talking about. How did I miss that? And how have we never met?”

“I work a lot,” Josh says with a laugh, “But you’ve met my twin sister. And my mom the other night.”

“Becky was here?” Karlie asks, and Josh nods. 

“I’m done,” BamBam says, dropping his head to the bed, “This world is too small.”

Everyone laughs and the doctor steps forward, asking Karlie basic questions about herself as he shines a light in her eyes then has her follow his finger. BamBam tunes him out, unable to take his eyes off of her face. The bruising is just starting to yellow at the edges and the scrapes have scabbed. The pupil of her right eye is ringed with red, and the stitches stand out against her pale skin. But her eyes are open and she is smiling and that’s all that matters to BamBam. 

The doctor leaves after a few more questions, stating that he would like her to stay for a couple more days so they can monitor her for any ill effects. Josh follows a few minutes later with promises of returning later for answers. Once they are gone, Karlie demands answers so Tyler tells the story again. Karlie listens intently, eyes widening as the story goes on. When he’s done, Karlie doesn’t say anything, just nods, fiddling with the tube attached to her arm for a moment before looking up at BamBam. 

“Did you call your mom, Bam,” she asks.

“Uhh.”

“Don’t worry,” Mark says, laughing, “Yugyeom called her before we left.”

“Okay, but have you called her since you got here?” Karlie asks, and both boys’ eyes widen, “I’ll take that as a no. Go call your mom, babe.”

“I will later,” BamBam says with a pout, “She’s probably asleep. It’s fine.”

“Fine,” Karlie says as she scoots herself over a bit before patting the bed beside her, “Then get your scrawny ass over here and cuddle me.”

The others chuckle as BamBam smiles and nods before climbing onto the bed next to her. She cuddles into his side, resting her head on his chest, and he feels himself truly relax for the first time in days. He wraps his arm around her shoulders and places a kiss on the top of her head. They talk for a while, Mark regaling Karlie with stories of BamBam’s reaction to the situation and how her mom had dragged him out by his ear the day before as well as stories of the antics the rest of Got7 had gotten into in their absence. Karlie laughs and grumbles about her inability to leave the boys alone for extended periods of time as Tyler lets out a loud yawn. Carrie decides it’s time for them to head home, with Mark opting to stay with his two friends. After her parents have left, the three friends talk about anything they can think of for a while until Karlie falls asleep on BamBam’s chest. Mark dozes off in the chair a few minutes later. BamBam sits in silence for a while relishing in the feeling of her head on his chest, her warmth in his arms, before he too drifts off to sleep. 

~~~~~~

Yugyeom and the other boys are just finishing up breakfast when Jackson’s phone goes off. When he shows the other boys the text from Mark asking if they’re up for a video call, everyone scrambles into the living room where Jaebeom’s laptop is set up. There’s a moment of wrestling between the five boys, all fighting for a place on the couch, which Yugyeom and Jackson lose, leaving them sitting on the floor. Jaebeom accepts the call without giving it a chance to finish the first ring and they are met with a somber looking Mark. 

“Hey, guys,” he says quietly, immediately putting everyone on edge. 

“What happened?” Jinyoung asks, his voice filled with worry.

Before Mark can respond, something looking suspiciously like a pillow collides with the side of his head and his facade breaks as a familiar female voice echoes through the speakers. 

“Mark Tuan, if you don’t get over here with that damn phone, I am gonna come over there and kick your ass.” Karlie’s voice filters through as Mark laughs, “And bring me my pillow back.” 

“The hell you are,” Yugyeom hears his best friend scold as Mark moves over to sit next to their manager. When he does, Yugyeom sees Karlie sitting up in bed with BamBam on her left side, laying on his side with his head on her shoulder. She wraps her other arm around Mark as he settles his head on her other shoulder. 

The boys all cheer excitedly at the sight of their manager awake and making threats. They all bombard her with questions; how is she feeling, how long has she been awake, is she getting enough rest, when are they coming home. She laughs and answers each question as best as she can. Yugyeom doesn’t say much, focused on his best friend. The small smile gracing BamBam’s features is a welcome change from the broken look he had worn the night they had arrived and Yugyeom can’t help but smile, too.

Karlie is alive and awake, BamBam isn’t anxious anymore and all is right with the world.

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Punishment

Word Count: 1831

~Admin RatedM

Sub!BamBam with bdsm, mommy kink, spanking, scratching, hot wax, pegging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, and dirty talk

A/N: AHHH!!! This is probably the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written! I’m so proud XD. Honestly, I had to pause every now and then cuz just imagining this happening…XD I hope y’all enjoy!

You watch him pull against the silk ties as he feels the hot wax dripping on his skin. The muscles of his torso clench and contrast at the heat, a shaky breath leaving his full, swollen lips. You watch as his breath slowly goes back to normal, a devilish smirk resting on your face. He looks at you with pleading eyes, knowing that you’ve only just begun. You quickly take off the dried wax from his smooth skin, careful not to hurt him. You crawl and hover over him, nipping at his bottom lip before fully kissing him. You both melt, but you quickly back away before you lose focus. You could kiss him all day, but that wasn’t the objective tonight. Tonight, you’re getting back at him for all the teasing he did at dinner.

   You were out at your monthly dinner with BamBam and your parents. Everything was going well as usual, until you felt a hand on your thigh. You moved it away, squeezing it softly in warning. Your father made a joke, and you all cracked up laughing, you especially when you felt your boyfriend’s fingers press right against your clit under your skirt. Luckily, your parents thought nothing of your volume, seemingly used to you getting loud when you’re happy and in the moment. Rubbing circles on your clit, your boyfriend relentlessly pleasured you under the table. It wasn’t until your parents decided it was getting late that he stopped, wiping his hands before getting up from the table. You were soaking wet, awkwardly sliding out of the booth and hugging your parents goodbye. BamBam hugged your mother and shook your father’s hand, using the same hand he used to make you become such a wreck. Once they were out of earshot, you turned to your love, hugging him tightly. “You’re in for a long night, Honey,” you whispered, your tone somewhere between sweet and sinister.

You saw him shiver, a small gasp leaving his lips as he turned to look at you with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  He lets out a loud groan as you take his cock in your hand, stroking him slowly. You stop yourself from chuckling at him, seeing how badly he’s suffering shouldn’t be funny to you. Unfortunately for him, you are a bit of a sexual sadist, loving every ides of torturing your lover until he’s in tears. That’s exactly what you plan to do. You hold down his hips with your other arm, getting him still as you spit on his dick. He watches your saliva fall on his tip, moaning as he sees and feels your hand gently roll over his slit and spread the liquid all over his cock. His head falls back against the pillows, beautiful moans and groans spilling from his lips as you bring him closer and closer to his orgasm. You feel his cock twitch in your hand, a dark look falling on your face as you stop your ministrations. His hips buck up into the air, a long whine escaping from the back of his throat. You shut your eyes and listen, the sound of him in desperate need to come making you tremble. You walk to your closet and grab your special box while you wait for him to calm down. You put it on the nightstand, looking through it and grabbing what you plan on using for the big finale. You keep it out of your boyfriend’s line of sight, keeping it a surprise. You still have a little time so you strip naked, sitting at the edge of the bed. His eyes are shut tight, labored breathing gradually relaxing. You take him in your hand once more, this time bringing your lips to his tip. You kitten lick his slit and work your way down to the base of his cock when he moans out your name. Disappointed, you sit up and turn his hips to the side, spanking him hard. “Count,” is all you say as you spank him again, hard enough that redness forms on his left cheek. He does as he’s told, whining up to ten before you stop, rubbing his cheeks gently in between each spanking.

   “I’m sorry Mommy,” he lets out, his voice soft in submission. You run your hands up and down his thighs, making sure to not touch where he wants you most.

   “You keep misbehaving, Honey. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like getting punished.” Your eyes meet his, the knowing gleam in his eyes confirming your suspicions. Not that it was an actual suspicion. He never shied away from telling you all his dirtiest thoughts and kinks. That’s how you’ve been able to last together so long: you’re perfect for each other. He’s the perfect, albeit bratty sub to your very dominating personality. You’re always in sync, whether it’s in the bedroom or not. No one has ever been able to make you feel as powerful, nor as loved, as BamBam. There are nights when you just want to be held and cuddled, and your boyfriend plays the part well. He loves you like no other, and him getting off on your pleasure just sweetens the cake.

   You run your nails down his thighs this time, hard enough for him to feel it and surely see the marks the next day. The whines start up again, this time a moan slipping from your own lips. You see his cock twitch at the sound, and you can’t help but smile softly at the fact that he gets off on your sounds. You drag your nails up further, making sure to run over his sensitive nipples. He exhales with a soft moan, tugging at the restraints once more. You straddle him and lean over him, your chest on top of his. You smash your lips on his, one hand tugging his hair while the other is ghosting over his throat. Your boyfriend growls in pleasure when he feels your hand squeeze his throat softly, eyes looking at yours with a hunger you haven’t seen before. You were just testing the waters, never trying to choke him before. He leans his head back, letting you take more of his neck in your hand. Instead, you kiss down his jaw to his throat, marking it up. You continue down his body, getting up from your position to grab the special surprise. You’ve waited long enough, and you’re ready to hear his screams of pleasure. You quickly but effectively put on the strap-on, feeling up the dildo attached. BamBam curiously looks over at you to see what you’re doing and audibly gasps, and you can hear him squirm and tug against the ties. You kiss up his legs as you inch closer, leaving a mark and love-bite here and there. “Shh, baby. I know how much you love this,” you giggle, kissing his dick before spreading his legs enough to let you get in between them.

   “Mommy, let me touch you. Please, Mommy? You know how much I love to touch you while you fuck me,” he begs, pulling at the restraints once again. You almost say yes, but then you remember that he’s being punished. You pour some lube on your fingertips, letting it warm up on your skin a little before putting it on his hole. He gasps again, the cold lube making him shiver. You giggle again, putting more on for good measure. “I love your laugh, Mommy,” BamBam lets out, head laying back and staring at the ceiling. He doesn’t realize that he was thinking out loud but you do, a small blush forming on your cheeks. You slowly insert your finger, and you hear him moan out a curse. You watch your lover come undone as you move in and out slowly, getting him warmed up. His moans are soft but consistent, letting you know he’s ready. You take out your finger and lube up the dildo. You press the tip against his hole and he quietly whines, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His hips push against it, silently begging you to fuck him already. You enter him slowly, and a long, strained moan leaves his bruised lips. You’re fully in him, giving him a minute to adjust to you. BamBam rotates his hips on you, whining for you to move. “Please, Mommy. Please fuck me,” he begs. You grant him his wish, pulling out slowly and pushing in again. You keep yourself at a slow pace, knowing he can’t take anything more just yet. He’s enjoying every second of it, eyes rolled back and his voice straining as he moans over and over. You pick up your pace, leaning over  his chest to get in deeper. He gets louder, nearly screaming. You close your eyes and enjoy the beautiful sounds leaving him, simply getting off on how sexy he sounds. You open your eyes just in time to see his cock twitch. You take him in your hand, jerking him off as you fuck him into oblivion. He moans your name, as he cums, his hot seed spilling on his stomach and chest. You don’t quit though, his punishment not yet over. “Mommy? Mommy, please. Fuck, I can’t take it, Mommy.”

   “Of course you can, baby. Now be a good boy,” you whisper against his lips. You bring your pace back up, leaning back just enough to get your hand on his throat. He curses in pleasure, coming for a second time. Choked out screams escape his throat as you pound into him. You’re moaning at the sight of your boyfriend, small tears trailing down his cheeks as he comes one last time. You slow down, winding down before stopping completely, pulling out slowly.

  You throw off the strap on and straighten out his legs on the bed. You admire BamBam’s fucked out face as you clean up his torso. You kiss up his body and land on his lips, giving him the sweetest kiss of the night as you untie him. He sighs against your lips, his arms plopping on the bed. After a minute of kissing, he brings his arms around you, hands running up and down your back. “God, I love you,” your boyfriend exhales. You turn to lay on your side, laying your head on his chest.

   “I love you too, Bammie.” You pull the covers over the both of you as you snuggle closer, basking in the heat of his skin.

   “But you didn’t come yet. Don’t you want to come, my love?”

  “Oh, don’t worry. You’re going to take care of me in the morning, but for now I just want to sleep.” He laughs out as he brings you closer, not like it’s even possible at this point. He kisses the top of your head as you fall asleep on his chest, a big smile on your face as you drift off to sleep.

[issatreeplant]

Got7 Bambam & You Scenario: The Proposal (REQUESTED!)

A/N: This was a request! Bambam takes you to Harry Potter world to propose, but the plan kinda backfires once the fans notice him and things get even worse when sasaeng fans notice you.  (this story is a mix of angst & fluff)

I let out a sigh of relief as I took in the fact that I’d finally be getting the chance to spend some quality time with Bambam. We’ve been dating for 2 years now, and throughout these years I think I’ve maybe had 4-5 chances of actual quality time, alone with him. I mean sure we do spend time together at home but we haven’t been able to go out, have an adventure, have a picnic or just simply bike ride outside because dating an idol means fans are everywhere….. and I mean everywhere. But no matter how hard it is, I know it’s worth it because it’s with him.   For our 2nd anniversary, Bambam brightened my entire day by telling me he planned a getaway to Harry Potter world in Orlando, Florida. I couldn’t contain my happiness knowing I’d be able to spend time with him AND enjoy the outdoors since we’d be going far away from Korea and hopefully the fans over there wouldn’t be as wild.

We took the earliest flight to Florida after he had told me about the big surprise, and now we were on our way to Harry Potter world! A place we both used to talk about so much since I made him read all the books with me over and over and over again!

“are you happy?” he asked me cheerfully as he squeezed my hand

“mhmm” I nodded before I leaned in for a quick kiss on the lips

We stood at the entrance of the theme park, totally at awe of all the amazing architecture around us. We looked all over just fascinated by how similar everything was to the books before we decided to actually enter the park.

“oh my God….. you’re Bambam right??” said the girl handing us our wristbands

I instantly felt somewhat bummed to know he was recognized so fast, but I decided not to let that ruin the trip. And besides it was only one person, I’m sure once we go in we’d blend in with the rest of the crowd.

“can I please get your signature?” she begged while jumping up and down

As sweet as my boyfriend is, I sorta wished he’d limit how flirty he got when it came to his fans. I watched from the side as he began to sweet talk the girl, give her a signature and a hug before we FINALLY entered the theme park.

“wow that affection though” I teased while nudging him

“whaaat, I cant say no to an ahgase! And besides no matter how many people I love, what keeps me going is the fact you’re the only one’s love I can’t live without” He put his hand around my waist to pull me closer to him as he kissed my cheek

I felt my face go warm and my nerves start to kick in. I had to admit, my boyfriend had a way with his words.

As we walked around the park, I noticed more and more people pointing at us and taking out phones to take pictures of Bambam. I tried my best to hide my disappointment but Bambam noticed right away.

“why don’t we get out of the sun ok? Let’s go make some customized wands!” Bambam whispered in my ear so others couldn’t hear before he began to lead me towards the wand shop

Once we got in, he let out a light sigh as he looked at the growing crowd outside.

“I’m sorry babe, I thought maybe we’d get some alone time but I highly doubt it now” he explained

I tried to hide my disappointment as I watched him pay no attention to me and wave at the growing number of fans outside the building. But once again, I kept reminding myself that today was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I didn’t want to spend it in a bad mood.

So I pulled Bambam away from the window and brought him to the wands as I began to avert his focus from the fans to me.

“it’s alright babe, how about we make our wands now uh?” I said cheerfully as the store owner brought over a couple sample wands we could choose from

We decided on a ‘couple theme’ engraved on our wands, which was surprisingly Bambam’s idea. He said he wanted to remember today with something special, which is why I agreed to it.

“thank you” we bowed to the man who made our wands before we decided to go outside

But the second we turned towards the entrance/exit, we realized there were about 20-25 fans screaming and chanting for Bambam now, phones up high ready to take pics.

Bambam smiled and waved at them all as he began to exit the building.

“wait bambam….” I took his hand and stopped him from leaving, which made the fans someone upset, “can we go from the back?” I asked him knowing well enough if we went from the front we’d lose at least 3 hours because he’d have to spend time with all of them

Bambam noticed how uneasy I was with the idea of going through the entrance doors but he also knew that he had no choice now since they all had lined up and waited an hour for him just so he’d meet them. I knew what his answer would be the second he stalled, and deep down I sort of wished he’d choose me over his fans sometimes.

“Y/N…. I cant just leave them now…. Don’t be mad ok? I promise to make it quick” he explained

I instantly felt my heart sink as I slowly released his hand and watched him leave my side. I watched as all the fans gathered around him, surrounding my boyfriend as if he was theirs. I wasn’t one to get upset easily or cry, but something about him spending all the time in the world with his fans made me feel extremely lonely inside. I barely got to see him, and I was assuming today would be all about us…. But I guess I was wrong…… it was always fans first for Bambam.

I slowly walked out of the store, pushing my way through the crowd to find an empty seat to sit on while Bambam spent some time with his fans. I took out my phone and began to go through every app I’ve ever had just to pass the time.

I’d been looking through my phone for about 10 minutes now, I thought I’d check up on BamBam to see if he was done socializing. But to my surprise he was no where to be found. The crowd was still somewhat big but not as big as it was when we first came here. I got up and began to look around to see if I could spot him somewhere near.

“bambam!” I called his name but realized it was silly to do so when so many people around me were talking over my voice

I then decided to call him, which didn’t work either because his phone was turned off. I slowly began to panic because it was getting dark already and I had no sense of contact with him at all.

“unnie!” I turned around to three school girls running up to me

“y-yea?...” I asked cautiously since I still wasn’t used to Bambam’s fans recognizing me

“you’re looking for bambam right?” they asked cheerfully

“yea I am, do you know where he is?”

“yea! He went that way! Unnie just follow us, we’ll take you to him!” They then ran over beside me, took my hands and began to run towards the direction where they had seen Bambam

I followed, knowing well enough finding him alone was impossible, plus the girls seemed nice so I didn’t mind going their way anyway.

After a few minutes of jogging, the girls took me to a somewhat abandoned part of the park. I looked around, confused since no one but us were here. This part of the park was completely isolated from the rest and I suddenly got a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“so you said bambam was here?” I asked carefully, watching them look around with a changed expression on their faces

“shut up!” one of the girls said as she grabbed a thick stick off the ground

“oppa deserves so much better than you…. You’re not worth his time” screamed another girl as she too grabbed a stick from the ground, breaking it in half so that one side was sharper than the other

“I cant believe oppa settled for someone like you” spitted the last girl

Shit…… It was only then I realized these weren’t ordinary IGOT7’s but the darker side to any fandom. I had been fooled into an abandoned, dark area of the theme park by three saesang fans. And they were all making their way closer to me to do God knows what.

“listen…. I don’t want to cause any issues….. let me leave and I’ll pretend none of this happened” I began to say while holding my hands up in front of me as a shield from the girls walking my way

“too bad we don’t plan to let you off that easy” smirked one of the girls as the other two grabbed me by the hands, yanking me onto the floor and holding me down.

They pushed my face onto the cold, hard, cement floor which instantly sent an aching pain to the right side of my face. The force of the push was enough to open the skin on my cheek, and I knew it was bleeding just by how badly it stung.

“girls listen….. do you really think Bambam would want you to do this?” I was panicking inside but I couldn’t let them sense my fear

“we’re doing this because we know you’re not worth his time” one of the girls spoke angrily as she put her foot on my back and began to press down

I let out a slight yell as she began to stick the heel of her shoe into my spine. I couldn’t do anything to get out of the pain because the other two girls were holding me down.

“Bambam deserved better” she yelled before taking the sharp end of her stick and pushing it into my shoulder blade. The pain was too brutal to describe with words. I felt my arm completely lose feeling as the stick dug into my shoulder blade. Tears began to stream down my face as the girl began to dig the stick deeper into my body. The pain got so bad that I couldn’t hold back my screams any longer and I began to yell at the top of my lungs while trying to endure the excruciating pain.

“please…….p-please stop” I begged as the girl lifted the stick off my back

“only if you’ve learned your lesson and break up with Bambam” she ordered while placing the stick in the same place she had before, reminding me of what she just did a few seconds ago

But no matter what pain I went through, I refused to agree to any of their pathetic rules. I let out a soft laugh while breathing heavily from the loss of energy due to the pain I was feeling.

“you wish” I managed to say

“you bitch” the girl with her foot in my spine didn’t seem to like my choice of words and lifted the stick up high so that she could dig it into my back even harder than last time

But before she had the chance to strike, one of the girls holding me down seemed to have gotten a phone call. All three of them froze as they listened to the girl on the other end of the call.

“bambam’s looking for her, we have to go” one of the girl’s panicked

“shit…. Ok throw away the sticks and run” the main girl ordered. The other two girls then let go of my arms while the main girl kicked the side of my stomach before she too escaped.

I was now left alone on the ground in an immense amount of pain. I rolled over to my side as I tried to get up. Every inch of my body felt like it was about to deteriorate as I managed to stand on my own two feet. The area the girl shoved her heel into my spine made my whole lower back sting with pain, and the place she dug the branch in was a pain I didn’t even want to describe because the more I thought about it the more it hurt.

I felt the side of my cheek with my fingers and realized it was still bleeding. I quickly limped away from the abandoned area to an area with a few amount of people around me.

I sat on an empty bench as I wiped my cheek with my sleeve. It was only now that I began to feel my eyes fill with an immense amount of tears. I covered my eyes with my sleeve and began to sob uncontrollably as I sat alone in excruciating pain.

“Y/N! Is that you???” I heard Bambam’s voice from afar

I looked up to see him running towards me. I tried my best to seem calm and composed, wiping my tears away from my face and hiding the blood on my sleeve.

“oh my God what happened?” He took a seat beside me as he cupped my face

The sudden warm, loving touch from him made me instantly break down once more. The second he saw me cry bambam wrapped his arms around me and held me in a tight hug.

“babe I’m so sorry” he whispered as he kept me close to him

It was only then I let myself go. I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore, all the pain I just felt and the pain I’d been holding in all day was finally being exposed. I hated the fact today turned out like this, and what I hated even more was that I barely got a chance to be with him.

After a few minutes of complete and utter waterfalls, we parted.

He rubbed the sides of my arms to calm me down as he examined the cut on my cheek.

“who did this to you?” he asked angrily, almost as if he was ready to pounce at whoever was the attacker

“I don’t know… some girls….” I answered with the little energy I had left

“are you hurt anywhere else? Y/N tell me everything alright? Where else did they touch you?” His voice showed so much dominance and anger that I was surprised to see him act this way

But I didn’t want our one day of being together to end like this, so instead of telling him everything I pretended like the rest of me was fine. A little bit of me was angry at Bambam for leaving in the first place, and I think he caught on to that the second he noticed I was being a bit distant.

“y/n where else are you hurt?” he asked more softly, hoping that would do the trick and he’d get an answer

“I’m fine now, let’s just go home” I spoke coldly, while I managed to stumble onto my two feet once more and began to walk away

“….fuck…..” I heard Bambam gasp from behind me, and then I heard him get up and walk up to observe my back more closely.

Without even asking, he pulled down the shirt I was wearing to examine my back. On any other day I would have definitely slapped him for exposing me like this, but just the movement of a thin shirt made all the pain too real once more.

I winced as I heard Bambam swear under his breath. From his reaction, I realized that the wound on my shoulder blade must have been pretty bad.

“let me go bambam” I weakly pleaded

“im so…. so… sorry Y/N…. If I was here…. If I knew they’d do this… I’d never have gon--”

“oh please Bambam, don’t lie to yourself….. it’s always been your fans over me…. Don’t pretend like today is any different” I knew my words were harsh but I was so angry… I couldn’t even control what I was saying

“what? Babe that’s not true and you know tha—”

I cut him off once again, “what do you mean it’s not true? You left me bambam…. You left and didn’t even bother to tell me where you were going….. which is why I was fooled into coming here and being attacked by those girls!” I yelled at him…. I was so angry

“babe no…… I left but not because I was abandoning you….. the fans…. I had told them about what I was planning to do for you today and they wanted to help. That’s why I left for a few minutes, they were showing me a place with a nice view of the theme park where I could….. where I could….”

“you could what?” I looked at him in sheer confusion, trying to make sense of whatever he was trying to say

He looked so hurt and sad as he spoke, his eyes screamed apologies as he looked at me. I could see that the pain I was in was causing him to break down as well….. and it hurt me to see him like this. Bambam began to slowly walk towards me as he put his hand in his pocket and used the other to grip mine.

“I don’t want to do this now…. Not like this….. I promise I’ll make it up to you…. But I need you to know that I love you babe…… I never want you to ever think I don’t” His eyes began to fill with tears as he looked at me, making mine tear up as well

I then noticed him fiddling with something in his pocket. I looked at his hand and noticed a little tiny box wrapped in a beautiful little bow.

“oh my god….” I covered my mouth with my hand as I began to whimper from the site of the box… I knew exactly what he was doing and my heart and mind both couldn’t function anymore

“this isn’t a proposal…. God no it’s not…. I want it to be perfect…. So im going to do it right another time. But I want you to know that I love you. I was hoping to do it tonight though; it’s just I don’t think it’s appropriate anymore. Just know that I’m nothing without you and this ring is what I’ve been saving up for, for over half a year now. You’ve always been my number one, and I thought it was time to finally ask you if you’d like me to be yours too” He opened the little box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring

“I promise to propose to you again when the mood isn’t so crappy” he joked as he wiped a tear off my face, “but will you be my wife?”

I tried my best to control my sobs and say what I wanted to say. But no matter how hard I tried, there was absolutely no way I’d managed to say a single word in such a state. So instead, I went on my tippy toes, wrapped my hand around his neck and gave him a long, passionate kiss.

Bambam wrapped his arms around my waist lightly so that he wouldn’t cause me pain as he added his own desires to the kiss.

After a few minutes we separated to catch our breath, while leaning our foreheads against one another’s.

“my answer is yes” I finally managed to say

He let out a light laugh as he kissed me once more before wiping yet another tear off my face.

“well then wifey, let’s go get you cleaned up”

[forevergot7splayground]

[Bambam] Good Boy

Best Friends series

JB | Mark | Jackson

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Leaning against the front gate of his house, Bambam caught a glimpse of you coming out of yours. You were so beautiful to him without even trying one bit. Your dazzling smile made his heart run wild. He wondered why Hyun couldn’t see that, how lucky he was to have you fall head over heels for him, to have you occupy your thoughts with him and him only, or simply just to have you. Oh how he wished you would notice him instead. That night in the rain, would it have changed everything if he had been one step faster than Hyun, who was just nonchalantly passing by? Would you have fallen for him instead?

After all those years being stuffed with your thinking, he had come to terms with the fact that girls tended to fall for bad boys and not the opposite, but why he could never pull himself together around you, acting indifferently then casting a spell on you with a half-smile? Right, because he had been into you, too deeply to care.

“Bamboo~ Morning~” you greeted your best friend with a warm carton of milk to drag him out of his reverie. “Let’s go!”

As soon as he glanced at your skirt, his brows ceased. “Yah! Why is it so short? You’ll catch a cold!”

“Who cares? As long as Hyun likes it!” You chirped, smiling at Bambam.

His heart just leaped a mile. “He probably wouldn’t care, you know.”

You punched his arm slightly, pouting. “You have to kill my mood, don’t you?”

“I care about you, that’s all. Don’t blame me when he doesn’t spare you a glance.”

Hyun indeed didn’t bother to care, but he crouched down to match your height, then whispered lowly. “Wanna go out with me?”

Don’t go out with him. Bambam sighed, knowing all too well you would nod your head happily.

-

“Bam-ah, how can you tell if a guy is into a girl?” you spoke as Bambam rested his head on your lap, taking a break after three hours straight of dancing.

“Simple. He’ll make time for her, no matter how busy he is.”

“Even if he’s a bad boy and has a bunch of stalkers?”

“Guys are all the same when it comes to love. It’s a natural instinct.”

“What if he really has something important to do? Or maybe he’s sleepy?”

“Alright. What’s wrong? What did Hyun do to you?” Bambam immediately sat up straight, cupping your face so that you were facing him. “Tell me.”

“Nothing, really. It’s… sometimes I feel like he doesn’t want to talk to me. He never texts me first but is always the first one to end the conversation. He took time to reply such simple questions like have you had dinner yet. He didn’t care even if I saw him with another girl. I mean, I know it coming since he’s a bad boy...”

“It still hurts, doesn’t it?” The Thai boy heaved a sigh.

“What should I do, Bam-ah?”

Break up with him. “Tell him how you feel. If he really likes you, he’ll change.” Bambam ruffled your hair, planting a soft kiss on it and let his lips linger for a few seconds before pulling away. “You can come to me anytime. Now go tell him, okay?”

You did tell Hyun, but he didn’t change. The same aloof look you once adored about him was breaking you into pieces. It hurt terribly, but you couldn’t seem to let it go. Or so you thought.

-

It was one of those days when Bambam and you hung out on the balcony of your apartment, drinking beers and watching stars. Now when you thought of it, everything with Bambam was so chilled and easy. He was always here for you, never complained, never annoyed. He made you feel safe and warm. After all the indifference Hyun threw at you, Bambam would ease all the pain. You wondered that night in the rain, if it had been him that you noticed first, not the bad boy with a raised eyebrow motioning you to come along, would you have fallen for him instead?

“How is it going for you and Hyun?” Bambam asked tipsily as you two finished your third cans of beer.

“He left,” you laughed dryly.” He didn’t change. I wasn’t the right girl I guess.”

“If I were him, I would spend every second with you.” Bambam slurred. After one loving gaze at you, he stared at the sky, sighing. “I would cherish you, take care of you. I would make sure you know you are the most special person to me. Yup, I’m that good of a boyfriend.” The Thai boy took a long sip of the alcoholic drink, as if to gulp down all his sorrow. “But you chose him.” Come to me. I’m still waiting.

“He’s cute, and sexy. He’s a mystery I want to solve,” you reasoned.

“Aren’t I cute?” Your best friend hiccupped. “Fine, I may not be a mystery like him. Hell I expose myself too much to you. But aren’t I cuter?” Come to me. I like you more.

“He said I’m beautiful,” you continued to reason although it didn’t seem to matter much anymore. Hyun would give any girl a compliment like that.

“You are. That’s why I kissed you all the time,” Bambam stated drowsily. At this stage, he would tell you whatever that came to his mind – the deepest secret he hid for such a long time. Come to me. I want to be yours.

“What? They’re not friendly kisses?” You shrieked, eyes widened. You had assumption that one of your friends had a crush on you but you always crossed Bambam out of the list. You always considered his hugs were friendly when they were actually loving, the same went for his pecks on your hair, cheeks, your forehead, the simple skinship to you was supposed to mean affection to him.

“Yah! Are you an idiot? How could you not know? I’ve always liked you,” Bambam burst out a faint laugh. “Yeah, I’m that good at keeping secrettttt. Oops, I just spilled it~”

You shook your head, squishing his cheeks. “You’re drunk. It’s the beer talking.”

“No. I mean it. I have a huge crush on my best friend and I can’t help falling for her. She means the world to me and I would do anything to protect her. I want her to be happy. Y/N-ah, I like you so much it hurts…”

Just like that, Bambam crashed on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. All the while he was still murmuring how much he liked you. Looking at him now, suddenly you heart skipped a beat, then the rapid, shaky rhythm of your heartbeat went on, louder, clearer. Why couldn’t you realize his feelings sooner? Since the beginning of high school senior year when Bambam whispered to your ear how beautiful you were before giving you a ride to Hyun’s house; during one break in sophomore year when he smashed the ball right at the jerk who was messing with you, his eyes raging with flame; in freshman year when he acted manly so you could hide your face in his chest while you were watching horror movie together even though he was scared to death; when he took care of you, stayed by your side no matter what people said. Bambam had always been there waiting for you.

“Y/N-ah, come to me…”

“Y/N-ah, be mine…”

Lifting his head from your shoulder, he smiled softly at you. The closer he inched to you, the more his intoxicating scent clouded your thought. Looking at him in the eyes, you had never seen such adoration could be meant just for you. The butterflies in your stomach turned into a puddle of goo as soon as he hesitantly brought a hand up to cradle your face. You found yourself instinctively leaned in to his warm touch.

You closed your eyes. “Kiss me.”

Bambam’s lips slightly brushed yours, leaving you breathless. The moment you parted your mouth to intake some air, he attached his lips to yours again. This time he went deeper, more passionate, munching the sweetness of your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him to you. The faint taste of beer accompanied by the electricity that ran down your spines didn’t bother you at all. Instead, it made the kiss seem more intimate than it already did, reminding you every single day afterward how your first kiss with him tasted like.

“Y/N-ah, will you be my girlfriend?” Bambam asked sweetly. He looked cute, yet sexy at the same time. You knew so much about him, but the boyfriend side of him you had never discovered yet. And you loved the mystery.

“Yes.”

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For my bestie @myfuckingheroes n,n