#jackbam fanfic

[cherryeol04]

Road to Nowhere

Pairing: JackBam Word Count: 1.6K Summary: On his way to nowhere, BamBam meets an unlikely companion Warnings: Mention of bus crash, injuries and blood

BamBam watched as the trees whizzed by as the bus chugged down the long and seemingly abandoned road, worn and tired from constant use. The further away from the city they got, the less and less amount of cars he had seen on the road. But for BamBam, that was good. He was running. Running away from his family and his future.

It had been a spur of the moment decision, to up and leave. It wasn't like his life was bad or anything. He had a loving mother who had helped to pay his way to Seoul to attend a performing arts school to produce music, something he had wanted to do since he was young. It was a passion instilled in him by his father. It meant his mother worked tirelessly and when he had been old enough, he chipped in and worked as well. Being in Korea was like a dream and studying there was almost surreal. But the beautiful fantasy of it all came crashing down real quick when funds became limited and the struggle to stay abroad became real.

It was a desperate attempt by his mom to find him support, someone to care for him while he was there. An arranged marriage. BamBam had initially agreed because the thought of leaving a country he considered his second home really hurt him. But as the time drew closer when he would finally meet his fiancé (he was hoping for a young man, but he highly doubted it), the anxiety of it all got to him. He took the first bus that could just take him out of the city, and he got on and left.

Where he was going, he had no idea. What he would do when he got there was up in the air. But he just had to go. The countryside seemed like the best place. Logical in his mind. It was quiet on the bus, very few people. In fact, as BamBam took a quick glance around he realized there were about three other people on the bus and the driver. None of them really caught his eye.

Except for the guy near the back. And BamBam had to actually turn and press his back against the wall of the bus in order to get a better look. He couldn't really make out his face much, the snapbacks he was wearing covered most of his features. But there appeared to be a stoic expression on his face. Earbud cords hung loosely in front of him and BamBam was sure he was drowning out the white noise of the bus engine. The other people, a man, and a woman seemed a lot less interesting than this guy. The other two seemed to have a purpose for where they were going.

Both older people, BamBam assumed they were probably heading to visit family or returning from vacation. The other guy, who he was just going to deem Mr. Handsome, seemed just as lost as he was. He wasn't sure what gave him that impression. Maybe it was just the way he seemed to stare aimlessly out the window. Or maybe or was the stop after stop that they passed and he never got off. It was actually a bit comforting to BamBam, knowing he wasn't alone in this. Even if they didn't know each other, it was like they did. Both clueless about their future and where it was taking them.

Mr. Handsome, though pleasing to look at, actually turned his head towards BamBam and for a brief moment, their eyes met before BamBam quickly turned around out of guilt for staring.

The bus pulled to a stop in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. There were no signs. Just a lone bus stop sign that allowed for this stop and BamBam watched as the man and woman stood and departed. Where they were going, he didn't even have an inkling of an idea. But he wished them well in his mind. And just as suddenly as they stopped, the bus started moving again, continuing their trip down the road.

It was just him, Mr. Handsome, and the bus driver now, and for some reason that just seemed to make him uneasy. A part of him wanted to turn and try to start a conversation with him and at least learn his name. But that shy part of him kept him from doing it. So he sat there in silence and returned to just staring out the window.

The mundane scenery that flashed by him over and over again was slowly lulling BamBam into a sleepy state. And despite his best efforts to keep his eyes open, he eventually fell asleep, head pressed against the cool glass of the window.

~*~*~

Ringing. That's all BamBam could register was ringing in his ears. It was like a loud noise, similar to that stupid high pitch buzzing sound that kids in his class liked to set off to see if their elderly teacher was able to hear it. BamBam moved to rub his ears in hopes to stop the ringing but he became very aware of how much his body hurt.

“Ahhhh-” he choked out as he rolled onto his back. He wasn't sure what hurt most, his back, his neck, his arms, or legs.

“Hey, hey! Are you okay?” the voice had BamBam searching for the owner, his eyes landing on Mr. Handsome as he came into his line of sight. There was a wound on his head, blood caked around his temple. He was covered in dirt and his hat missing now. BamBam could finally see him and he was even more gorgeous. “Can you hear me?”

“Y-yeah.” BamBam stuttered out. He grunted as he tried to sit up, Mr. Handsome's arms wrapping around him to help him sit up.

“Easy kid. Take it slow.” Mr. Handsome said. “Your arm is broken.”

BamBam frowned and looked down at his arm, eyes widening in pure horror at the sight of it. He could barely comprehend it as a wave of nausea hit him and he leaned over to vomit.

“It's okay. Let it out.” Mr. Handsome said. “You're gonna be okay.” It was the reassurance that BamBam wasn't sure was doing any good. He felt sick, tired, and rundown. But he could breathe again once he emptied the contents of his stomach. Lifting his head, he took in the horrific sight before them, one he hadn't noticed because of his pain, but was also the cause for it.

“What happened?!” The words tumbled out of his mouth as he stared at the wreckage of the turned over bus, the front half ablaze.

“I don't know. The driver started swerving and then suddenly we were veering off the road and started flipping.” Mr. Handsome spoke. “I saw you thrown from the bus and then I was too.”

“Are you hurt?” BamBam asked, eyes wide with worry. “Where's the driver?” The urgency in his own voice scared BamBam into wanting to move and to help. But he couldn't. At least he didn't think.

“On the bus.”

The words were followed by a loud explosion and both flinched and ducked as parts of the bus flew through the air. “Crap!”

BamBam shouted as he was grabbed and dragged, body protesting greatly. But it was needed. Mr. Handsome dragged him to safety in the tree line as the debris landed in the spots where they had just been. If they hadn't moved, it would have ended badly. “Thanks.” BamBam panted, teeth clenching through the pain.

“No problem. I'm Jackson. Are you okay?” Mr. Handsome, Jackson, asked.

“Besides my arm, I think so,” BamBam said gently. “I'm BamBam.”

“Nice to meet you BamBam. You wouldn't happen to have your cell phone would you?” Jackson asked. Nodding, BamBam used his good arm to pat his body, only to find his phone missing.

“I don't. I don't know where it is.”

“It's okay. It's probably lost. That's fine. Let's get your arm set and wrapped and we can go look for help.”

“Sure.” BamBam stilled for a moment as he processed what he just agreed to. “Wait, no!”

Jackson stared at BamBam, head cocked to the side. “What do you mean no? We need to get it set and splinted.”

“But that’ll hurt,” BamBam whispered, cradling his broken arm closer to his body and away from the other male. While he didn’t think Jackson would use force on him to set a broken bone, this was still a stranger. He may have been very handsome, but that didn’t mean BamBam could truly trust him.

“At least let’s get a tourniquet around it to stop the bleeding.” Jackson offered and it only took a moment for BamBam to agree. That made sense and he didn’t actually feel like dying yet. So he gave his arm to Jackson, watching the other intently as Jackson worked open his belt and pulled it off. He wrapped it around BamBam’s arm, just above the break, and tightened it as tight as it would go and started wrapping it around and tying it off. It was a bit difficult, the leather not wanting to cooperate, but eventually they got it fixed and with a gentle hand, Jackson helped BamBam up.

“I have no clue where we are.” Jackson sighed.

“Same. But there has to be a town or house nearby.” BamBam suggested. “Are you okay to walk?”

“I’m fine, what about you?”

“I’ll be okay. Let’s just try to find help.” Nodding, Jackson started walking, one arm around BamBam’s waist to steady them as they headed down the road, away from the wreckage. He hoped that they would find someplace to call for help. But the further they walked, the more desolate the area seemed, and eventually, they wondered if they would ever find a town. They continued to walk on though, hope growing dimmer and dimmer.

Tags: @cuddly-bangchan​ @lordseochangbin​ @channiesmixtape​ @starryseung​ @felixsanxchatbot​ @jisungsjheekies​

[sayorikao]

O Ariano indeciso

Capa dark, sexy, Markbamkson

Autora: Hyung_Jackson

[beyoncesdragon]

「title: break up with bambam」

request: I ᴡᴀs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀsᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ.. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ sᴏ( sᴏʀʀʏ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇs) “ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's sᴀᴅ ʙᴜᴛ............... ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴀᴍʙᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs s/ᴏ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ/ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ(?)? “ ᴛʜxx ʙᴀʙʏ

× pairing: bambam x reader, jackbam (not the ship but the friendship) makes an appearance  × summary: requested break up with “Drabble” with Bambam from GOT7 × warnings: aannngggst :) me avoiding a direct confrontation at all costs because I feel like I cant write dialogue ahah × a/n: AHHH I WENT WAY OVER-BROAD WITH THIS SORRY ANON SORRY SORRY ITS AROUND 1K OMFG

It was quiet in the dance studio when Jinyoung arrived, not a noise came from the speakers and no one talked. With a frown he placed his bag under one of the benches in the dressing room, before carefully pushing open the door to slip in. Maybe he was the first one?

He wasn’t. Eyes closed and leaned against one of the gigantic mirrors sat Bambam, phone on the floor next to him.

“Bam?” he looked up, eyes blinking rapidly as if he wasn’t adjusted to the bright light yet. He just gave him a short nod, closing his eyes again and sinking back against the mirror.

Jinyoung frowned standing in the door a few seconds, unsure on how to approach the whole situation. Something definitely wasn’t okay.

“Everything alright?” he asked quietly, watching Bambam take a deep breath before nodding quickly.

“Yeah I’m just…stressed. Didn’t sleep well tonight.” Bambam answered, getting up with a huff. “Where’s the rest?”

Jinyoung got the hint and dropped the subject. If Bambam wanted to talk to him he would and until that day came, he wouldn’t push him.

Bambam was just glad that Jinyoung stopped asking. His mind felt foggy enough and he wasn’t exactly prone to just burst out in tears randomly. Bambam hated crying, he hated when he did, he hated when someone from the boys cried and he couldn’t deal with it when women cried because he never knew how to comfort them. And yet, all he did recently was make people cry, himself and…others. You, for instance.

He took a deep breath, trying not to think of today’s morning when he’d walked out of your apartment taking his rain-drenched jacket from the hook again and left. It had been quiet, you could’ve heard a pin hit the floor. And then he entered the studio, forty minutes later, and again it was quiet around him. Everything was quiet and muffled when all he really wanted was to scream.

Practice passed in a blur and Bambam felt exhausted and drained at the end of it. He was aware that his moves probably slacked and lacked all energy but he couldn’t focus on it today. There was so much guilt and pain nagging on him, throwing his hands up in energized manner wasn’t at the front of his mind at the moment. The rest of the boys noticed for sure, yet they were careful to remark it. Even Yugyeom stopped clinging on to him today, taking a respectful step back whenever it looked like Bambam would complain. It was weird, no one really talked and wasn’t loud like usually. It was weird, tense and so quiet again.

“So?” Bambam snapped around. He thought they all left after saying goodbye, accepting his excuse to stay a bit longer and revise parts of the choreo he messed up today. Seems like he was wrong because Jackson still stood there, leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

“So what?” Bambam sighed, feeling a slight headache form behind his temples. Jackson pursed his lips lightly before closing the door again and approaching him. He said nothing, just dropped down in front of him, unbothered by the cold floor.

“What happened?” and Bambam just couldn’t keep quiet this time. “We…I mean, Y/N and I broke up. It’s over.” Jackson sucked in a breath and reached out for his younger brother, finally able to understand the chaos that raged inside the Thai. It was all pain, so much of it.

“Tell me?” And Bambam did.  

He told Jackson everything, starting with todays ugly morning, painted in dark clouds and rain and biting cold wind. It had been as if the weather matched his thoughts as he approached your apartment door, hesitating many seconds before finally ringing the bell. When you opened the door he’d been greeted with golden light and the smell of tea. Bambam felt as if he was a gush of cold air, flooding the small space and suffocating all warmth. When he came, the apartment had been welcoming and homey. When he left the apartment had been flooded with silence and tasted like tears and tension.

The two of you didn’t say much. You knew that he came to “talk” and you had cried already before he arrived because you knew. No one just came to “talk” when everything was alright. And it wasn’t.

Because somehow Bambam felt as if he didn’t feel the spark any longer and he knew that you were tired. You had suffered because of your relationship, admittedly more than the both of you maybe realized. Followed by the media and cursed at by jealous fans (Bambam refused to call aghase), flooded with bad press and negative attention.

And then there was the pressure from the company who first tried to hide the two of you and when that didn’t work, subtly (or not so subtly) force you apart. The latter through talks with Bambam, or him receiving warning after warning, being denied VLives if you could be around and being asked to delete certain content from his Instagram or twitter.

Jackson said nothing throughout the whole time Bambam was talking. He gave him a light pat on the knee when Bambam admitted that he let you have the last word just because he felt that maybe the satisfaction of you being able to break up with him first, would give you at least some sense of control. A fake control that in reality, none of you both held but someone else.

“JYP?” Bambam nodded, a hollow unamused smile on his lips. “Yeah.”

A string of Chinese curse words left the elders lips and Bambam couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Jackson gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulders before pulling him into an embrace. “I’m sorry man. If you want, I can check up on her later, just to make sure…?” Bambam gave him a thankful squeeze.

“Thank you.” Jackson just nodded, patting his back again before carefully moving out of the embrace. “You wanna go pick up some food? If you want we can talk about it some more?” Bambam just nodded tiredly, stretching his body in the dimmed lights of the studio.

“I’d like that. Maybe…just the food tho. I don’t think I want to talk about it today anymore.” Jackson just nodded, handing Bambam his jacket and opening the door to the hallways.

“Whatever you like.” He had his bag slung over his right shoulder and switched off the lights behind him. They walked down the hallway in peaceful silence before Jackson pushed open the glass doors before he offered his friend his free hand. Without thinking twice Bambam grabbed it, gripped it tightly and followed his friend out the door into the rain.

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[yongbinext]

— minhas roupas favoritas então na sua cama

e a jhen louca dos títulos a mão ataca novamente. capa pra jackbam que vou dar pra hebinnie se ela merecer :)

[larguatirica]

☕︎ Rainbow

☂︎ 03/12

☂︎ Capa para o projeto JYP World

☂︎ Jackson + BamBam;; Got7

☂︎ Abra a imagem para uma melhor qualidade

[atredesign]

Capa para doação • 10.10

Old que fazia muito tempo que eu não editava capa dark 😭😭😭 é meu estilo favorito aaaa

[xblakebloom]

Marte

Capa para o desafio "Ei, bora treinar?" Da @yoonswan.

Tema 8: Inspirada em uma música

Ok, eu sei, fiquei um tempão sem atualizar o desafio e tô mais do que atrasada. Mas eu apenas não sabia o que fazer nesse tema, todos os outros estavam prontos e eu apenas... aqui. Eu sou k-popper, ok, mas ouço muito indie, rock dos anos 80 e derivados. E quando estou triste, ouço música brasileira. Calhou que eu fiquei bem triste sem motivo algum esses dias, quando fui pega pela música Marte, do Sons de Saturno, e me deu inspiração. Foi meio que um risco, porque eu não sou muito boa nesse tipo de capa e não posso dizer que gostei dela, mas estou aprendendo.

[mychael-thegayone]

Waiting is Torture

Fandom: Got7

Ship: Jackbam

Words: 5785

Author: jackbamv

Summary: Over the past few months, things have gotten hot and heavy between Jackson and his best friend/hopeless crush Bambam. However, they still haven’t gone all the way, and Jackson hasn’t quite worked out how to tell Bambam he wants the younger to do the fucking when they do. What happens when the two friends-with-benefits finally get their own hotel room for the night?

Shameless smut/porn with feelings because bottom Jackson and jackbam, in general, need to be written more often.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8017672

[indecisivebias]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: GOT7 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam/Mark Tuan/Jackson Wang Characters: Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam, Jackson Wang, Mark Tuan Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Touring, Early Mornings, Hotels, Polyamory Summary:

The two of them are different kinds of warm, Bambam thinks – Jackson bright and Mark soft.

[bambamnetwork]

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[jubeeboobie]

Look II: Firelight

(Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and is my interpretation of the mv based off of MY own personal ships)

Part II: JackBam

They were lost. But in love. Forever wandering two different dimensions. Never able to meet. Never able to say “I love you.” Never able to touch each other. Never to hold each other.

They were lost. He wandered a barren land. Where it was always night. The stars kept him company. He was alone. Alone with his unlit lamp. No light bright enough. It’s quiet there. Not a sound.

They were lost. He went to school. He went home. He had tons of people in his life. He still felt lonely without him. His family didn’t know where he would run off to at night. His heart ached. Everything was too loud.

They were lost. But he waited. He was look to the stars and remember when they first met. He remembered the last words had had spoken to him before he disappeared. He smiled at the thought of his soft lips. His daring eyes. He was so alone. But he waited.

They were lost. He would wait till clear nights. He would sneak to where they first met.The floral shop. The streets weren’t busy. The stars glittered. He remembered the last words he had spoken to him. He smiled. Grabbed a rose from the stand. Took out a lighter. Click.

They were lost....

But if he lit a light, he would always find his way back to him.

[joonsbees]

Got7 ot7 lockscreens ✨ © to rightful owners

[eottoghe]

Fanfic Confessions

I tend to imagine the characters speaking the dialogue I don’t know in English but the words I do know in Korean.

I’m a slow reader but mainly because I like to picture the whole scene in my mind.

I will subscribe to a story that hasn’t been updated in two years on the slight possibility that they will revisit it.

Karma points are a bitch when you’re antisocial

But on another note, I get giddy when the author replies to my comment.

But also when the notification comes I’m salty because you have time to reply but not post the next chapter 😶

[12-chris-00]

This is a pretty great story. Although the author doesn't really update a lot, her story is still pretty great. A bit rusty, but understandable for this is her first story. Go read it if you're interested. (I know the author because she's actually my friend)

[kihyunsgalaxys-blog]

got7 fanfic rec

(some ships might not be on here sorry I have a lot of notps when it comes to this band)

it's always been like this by jflawless

even though markson is a notp for me this story is still kind of cute. it’s a kid fic.

i didn't know i was lonely 'til i saw your face by jflawless

another markson. this story was really good. basically mark is blind and jackson befriends him. its a high school au.

http://7fics.tumblr.com/post/91461557836/ohhhh-internet-au-sounds-cool-can-i-have-a

this is just a jackbam internet au. jackson is a comedy youtuber and bambam is a fashion youtuber and then jackson makes a parody of bambam.

you know i like it by theafterimages

yugbam fanfic. it’s the new year and they have to start the year right. smut

let's stop talking by theafterimages

markjin. jinyoung is tutoring his boyfriend but mark keeps getting distracted.

also check these out:

http://listography.com/4091224422/fic_recs/for_markjin_lovers

http://listography.com/jinyeongs/markjin/fic_recommendation 

http://listography.com/pastelfrost/fanfics/yugbam

http://listography.com/fuckboytuan/fic_rec/got7

[gay7]

TO ALL AHGASES TO LOVE TO WRITE:

A new tradition of ahgases on AFF is the annual “Secret Santa Event”, which is being organized for the third year in a row.

An IGOT7 Secret Santa event is an event where you write/receive stories of your choice/liking with ships and members of your own choice! Plus you get to make new friends!

You can write/receive as a gift stories with Got7 ships, with a Got7 member and a female lead of your choice, with a Got7 member and a male lead of your choice (all idols and actors are accepted as well!) And the stories can be about anything! The sky and your imagination are the limit when it comes to this event.

Come and actively participate!