Request: “Also please write me another bambam reaction/headcannon where the foreginer s/o/gf wants to spoil his sister and mom with a gift, but she only tells bambam what it is.”
as you and Bambam were preparing for your trip to Thailand, he had to remind you that you didn’t need to bring his mother and sister any sort of gifts
however, you decide to ignore Bambam anyways, and got them both presents; special jewelry that were from your home country
the night before you guys leave for Thailand as you’re packing your bags, and Bambam notices the gift bags, he can't help but giving you a knowing look
avoiding his gaze, you tell him that you couldn’t help it; you just wanted to treat them and give them something to remember you
his eyes soften bc he loves the fact that you love them as much as they love you
the night you guys arrive to Thailand, is the night you give the two women their gifts
when you hand them the gift bags, they both give you a look that you've seen before that means that you didn’t have to do this
bambam pulls you into a cuddle as everyone watches them open their presents
when they open their gift bags, you begin to explain to them the meaning behind the jewelry from your country, and you tell them that they’ll always have a part of you with them
as a way to thank you, they invite you to go out with them for lunch the next day as a way to treat you for their gifts
later that night, when you and Bambam are laying down in bed, he makes sure to tell you that he’s really glad that his family loves you as much as he does
and he finds it endearing that you want to share your culture with his family
the next day when you go out to lunch with Bambam’s mother and sister, they give you a traditional Thai bracelet, to remind you that they will always be there for you
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Im feeling really naughty and in my double B feels so can I request sexual and naughty BamBam?
BamBam makes everyone feel naughty
BamBam is a switch. He isn’t wholly a dom or a sub, rather he likes to flip between the two because it just leads to more fun between the sheets. Bam is the kind of lover who will never have “vanilla” sex because that’s just too boring. Everything is extra, just like him.
BamBam is adventurously kinky. From A-Z there are so many dirty things that he wants to do with you. You’ll get the most random texts throughout the day, leading to links with graphic images and details on different kinds of kinks. They will all be followed up by a cheeky wink.
BamBam is into overstimulation. BamBam gets off on the idea of you begging for him to stop when it becomes almost too much. Be it his fingers, tongue, or his member, he loves when you are twitching underneath him. Sending you over and over the edge is a sport.
BamBam is painfully confident. This is the man who made a dick joke on national television. Bam is so confident in his ability to please you that it translates wonderfully into the bedroom. He works you up throughout the day, only to have you begging come night.
BamBam will make you painfully confident. On the flip side, he will worship you from sundown to sunup. He builds you up so high that you feel like a walking deity. When you fall into bed with him there is a dichotomy that feels like two gods exploring each other’s bodies.
BamBam will want to dress you up. There is something tantalizing about putting a diamond choker on you and watching how the light flashes off of it when he thrusts deeply into you. Bam loves to have you dripping in gold, silver, diamonds, and him. He wants his lover to sparkle like a star.
BamBam will be a little shit after. Aftercare for him consists of him being an attentive lover that switches into the BamBam that makes JB’s hair go prematurely grey. He will tease and joke, making comments about how his performance and your blissed-out state.
Anonymous said: Hello! Can you do a smut High-school au with Bambam that bad boy rich popular kid in school that spends every night with a lot of different women and girls and has a jacuzzi n shit😂😂 and randomly falling in love with you and then one night you get drunk at a party at his house and you admit your feelings (which you didn’t want to cause you didn’t want to fall for a fuckboy like him) and then you become a bit needy and ask him if you two can go to his room so he locks his room and all begins;))
Hi, anon! Thank you for the request! I made this a college AU instead of high school because I never want to write sexual content for minors. Much of the premise should be the same (though the smut is just implied, sorry!), so I hope you don’t mind the changes.
He was a legend. The whole student populace seemed to know all about BamBam— his parties, his hookups, his bad boy reputation. You never wanted to be just another notch in his bedpost. So why did your heart race every time you locked eyes with him?
Pairing: BamBam x Reader
Genre: Drama, College!AU
Words: 3.5k
He was a legend— or at least his parties were. Once a month, his house turned into a playground for rowdy college students. According to the rumors that fluttered around campus, the parties were a hedonist’s paradise: alcohol flowed like water, the bass from the very expensive sound system could be heard blocks away, and revelry abounded. There was even a jacuzzi.
You had been to a couple of his parties in the past, hovering just at the edge of chaos. You carefully avoided throwing yourself in the fray, yet all you could distinctly remember from the parties was a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations and one hell of a hangover the next morning. Seems all the rumors about the parties were true.
You had to wonder, then, how much truth lie in the rumors about the man himself. Everyone seemed to have some story to tell about him, some whispered tidbit to share idly during a boring lecture.
“I hear BamBam has a modeling contract in Argentina.”
“I hear he has three vacation homes in Hawaii.”
“I hear Apple offered to pay him to listen to Apple Music.”
“I hear the Queen of England once saw him smile and swooned.”
All sorts of outlandish rumors seemed to circulate among the student body, and it was becoming more difficult for you to draw a clear line between what was plausible and what wasn’t. There was actually very little you knew for sure about BamBam. You knew he was in your year, though he either showed up late for his lectures or not at all; you knew that he was a cocky son of a bitch, and people seemed to eat up his smug smirks and dashing eyebrow quirks; and you knew of the trail of destruction BamBam left in the wake of his one-night stands.
For all the rumors about BamBam’s supposed eccentricities, there were just as many rumors about the people he’d hooked up with. They were poor souls, by all accounts, broken-hearted and left yearning for more from a man who refused to be tied down by commitment. You’d caught a fleeting glimpse of Bam at one of his parties, leading a girl in your year up the stairs to his bedroom, secretive smile on his face. You’d seen the girl since— and likely plenty of his other past hook-ups— and she certainly didn’t seem to be irreparably heartbroken, yet you had little reason to doubt that BamBam just wasn’t the kind of guy to commit to a monogamous relationship.
You weren’t exactly looking for a forever partner, yourself, and you certainly weren’t going to sit around and judge other people for their sex lives, yet you privately resolved to never become just another notch in his bedpost. You did not want to be fuel for someone else’s rumors.
So why did you feel the flutter of butterflies in your stomach every time you locked eyes with BamBam over your battered copy of Eugene Onegin?
Your literature course was the only class you shared with BamBam, and it miraculously seemed to be the only class he attended consistently. You found this odd; you hadn’t really pegged him as the literary type, and sure enough, every time you stole a glance at him from across the room, he seemed to be focused on anything but the professor.
More often than not these days, that something ended up being you, and you felt your cheeks grow warm every time you got caught looking at him, too.
It was only three weeks into the semester, and you’d already made eye contact with him more than you ever had with the girl who sat in the seat next to you. (Though, you conceded, that probably didn’t mean much when she very much seemed like the kind of person who only excavated herself from her bed in order to get requisite attendance points from her class— not that you could particularly blame her.)
For the most part, it wasn’t much of a hardship for you to share a class with BamBam. Sure, it was a test of your ability to focus on 19th century Russian literature instead of the enticing gaze that bore into the side of your head every class. But honestly, you’d been planning on working on your willpower and resolution lately, anyway, so might as well get some practice this way.
The problem came when your professor decided to break the class into small discussion groups— students’ choice. Naturally, your classmates gravitated towards their neighbors rather than go through the effort of physically walking around the room.
Which was why you were quite surprised to realize that BamBam had all but dashed across the room to stand in front of you and your somnolent neighbor.
“Do you guys have a third partner?” he asked, eyebrows raised hopefully.
You cast a hesitant glance at the girl next to you, but she just blinked and shrugged drowsily back at you, of no particular help whatsoever. Around you, the other groups had obviously formed and settled in, so you really had no choice but to shrug up at BamBam.
“I guess you’re our third partner.”
BamBam flashed a grateful smile and pulled up a chair. You, BamBam, and your third, very sleep partner (you’d tried asking for her name on the first day of class, but she had just stared blankly at you without saying anything, so you never asked again) sat in awkward silence for a moment before you cleared your throat and spoke.
“So, what did you think of this chapter?” You looked at the girl first, but she didn’t look up from her doodles in her notebook, so you reluctantly turned your gaze to BamBam, who just shrugged.
“It was kind of boring, I guess. I mean it’s a book written as a poem. Not very interesting, is it?” he said with a devil-may-care smirk. He sat slouched back in his chair, his long legs stretching out so far in front of him that you had to be careful not to bump his feet with yours.
You frowned and picked at the corner of your pad of paper. “I dunno,” you said, shrugging and looking down at your copy of the book. Careful annotations lined the margins of the page. “I thought it was pretty interesting, actually.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw BamBam suddenly sit up in his seat a bit, looking a bit surprised. “Oh. Really? I mean, I guess it’s not a bad book.” The words came out awkward and unsure, and you both cringed and averted your eyes to different corners of the room.
Blessedly, you were spared any further interaction when the professor called an end to the breakout discussions. BamBam stayed where he was sitting, though, and you spent the rest of the lecture fastidiously taking notes, if only to avoid his burning gaze. As soon as class was over, you gathered your belongings as quickly as you could and fled the room, worried that if you lingered too long, BamBam might actually try speaking with you again.
As successful as your retreat was, however, it provided only a temporary respite. Your lit professor decided that the breakout discussion groups were apparently a swimming success, and he decided to keep the groups of three active for the rest of the semester. So, the very next day of class, you found yourself once again sitting in a triangle of perfect awkwardness, staring at your book and wishing you’d decided to stay home. Or chosen another major. Or something.
“Uh, so this Eugene guy is kind of awful, right?” Your eyes flashed up to BamBam’s face, surprised to hear him speak. He seemed almost surprised as you were, but he quickly recovered once he realized you were looking at him. “I mean, he acts like he’s better than everyone else, but he’s really just ruining things for everyone, isn’t he?”
Slowly, you nodded. “Yeah, he’s kind of a Byronic hero. Broody, alluring, misunderstood, but also not really good for much in this case. That’s one of the things I like about this book in particular. The Byronic hero isn’t really a hero, you know?”
BamBam nodded slowly. “I know what you mean,” he said, though, really, he didn’t seem very convinced of that. “I guess I can see why you like this book so much. It’s not that bad.” BamBam offered you a smirk, and you found yourself tentatively smiling in return.
The breakout discussions tended not to be so bad after that. BamBam didn’t really have anything particularly profound to offer— and your other group member didn’t really offer anything at all— but it was clear that he actually read the chapters, and he seemed to try to make comments that would earn a smile or a nod from you. He preened and smirked whenever you agreed with him, but even that wasn’t as annoying as it might have been before. If anything, you felt sort of… fond to see him preen like that.
But as soon as each discussion time ended and the lecture resumed, you felt BamBam’s stare on you, heavy and tempting. You never looked back.
For the next couple of weeks, your class continued to use these breakout groups, though it wasn’t until you were almost finished with Eugene Onegin that things really changed.
“I think it’s kind of messed up that this guy thinks he can just play with people’s hearts like that. I mean, just because he’s weirdly desirable doesn’t mean he gets to be a jerk about it,” BamBam blustered. When he finished speaking, he watched you, eagerly waiting for your agreeing nod or comment, but instead you were just baffled.
Was the irony lost on him? Did BamBam not realize that, were rumors to be believed, he was guilty of the same thing he criticized in Onegin? You chewed on your lip for a moment, wondering if it was even worthwhile to bring it up, but BamBam was still watching you with that expectant look on his face.
“It is pretty messed up,” you conceded slowly, gauging his face for a reaction. He just started to smirk again at your agreement. “I think that if we were to think about it in the modern sense, it would be a lot like a guy who’s super popular for kind of the wrong reasons, and he uses this to his advantage when it comes to getting girls he wants. Not because he likes these girls, per se, but because they’re more trophies or things he thinks he deserves because people like him.” As you spoke, you watched the smirk melt off BamBam’s face, but you felt no satisfaction.
“It’s kind of like a fuckboy, don’t you think?” you finished, your gaze never wavering from BamBam. He looked… stricken, you supposed was a word for it. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, but before he could come up with anything to say, the professor called the class back together for lecture.
You didn’t feel his gaze on you even once during the lecture.
Once class was called to an end, you sighed and gathered together your belongings. Your notes were remarkably poor; you hadn’t been able to think about anything but the hurt look in BamBam’s eyes all through the rest of class.
You were just about to sling your backpack on your shoulder and shuffle off to your next class, but you were stopped by an almost hesitant voice.
“Hey.” You turned to see BamBam, looking notably less smirky than usual.
“Hey,” you said back carefully, half wondering if he was going to talk about what you said during the discussion. God, you sure hoped not.
He shifted his weight from foot to foot, seemingly mulling over his words before he spoke. “I’m hosting another party this Friday. I was hoping I might see you there,” he said, and something about the hopeful uptick of the corner of his mouth made your heart clench.
You thought about his gaze burning into you during classes, about the pumping bass and delirium of his parties, about your resolution not to be another one of his hookups.
You thought about the look on his face when you shut him down, condemned him for the same actions he hated in Eugene Onegin.
“I’ll be there,” you said, honestly surprised that your voice didn’t waver.
BamBam perked up, and that familiar damn smirk crept back on his face. “Good. I look forward to it.” With a nod, he turned to walk out the door. He hesitated just in the entryway and cast one glance back at you before he turned and left.
You stood in the middle of the classroom, backpack half slipping off your shoulder, and wondered what you’d just gotten yourself into.
See, you’d gone to his parties before. But somehow, it was entirely different now that he’d personally invited you— and after you’d insulted him, no less. Your already shaky nerves were only rattled further when you finally got close enough to the house to feel the heavy bass. It was early yet, but the party was already in full swing. Not surprising. Few students at your university could pass up the opportunity to turn up like the world was going to end.
The party was exactly like you remembered it to be: loud music, a sea of red solo cups, and the hot press of a crowd of dancing bodies. You barely crossed the threshold before someone pressed a cup of something toxic in your hand. You eyed the drink dubiously, but compared to the throng that awaited you, it was certainly the lesser of two evils. Besides, you had the feeling you’d need the extra courage to get through the night.
You downed the cup in one go, fighting off the instinct to gag against the burn of it in your nose and throat. It was vile, but it did its job well. Almost instantly, you could feel warmth suffusing to your cold, shaky fingers. The muscles of your shoulders relaxed just the tiniest bit, and you let yourself get swept into the crowd of dancers, surrendering to the pulse of the bass.
It was in the midst of the dancefloor that you found BamBam. He was resplendent in all black, moving his body to the music with such ease that it seemed impossible to mistake him for anything but the king of this party. He was such a vision that at first, you thought you’d imagined the glimpse you’d caught of him, but when he locked eyes with you and called out your name, there was no mistaking.
He pushed through the crowd effortlessly, coming to a stop right in front of you. You couldn’t stop dancing for fear of getting jostled by the other partygoers, so you swallowed down your nervousness and looped an arm around BamBam’s shoulders, guiding him to match the movements of your body.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” he half-yelled above the sound of the music. He needn’t have yelled, though. Once you were this close to him, it was as though you had some sort of tunnel vision that blocked out anyone and anything else. Somehow, even with the cacophony of music and revelry, all you could see was the strangely vulnerable look in his eyes, the same one from that day in class.
“I said I would,” you replied, and you hoped that he could hear the things you didn’t dare say aloud. The apology, the tentative olive branch.
BamBam peered closely into your face and nodded, and for the first time, you thought he truly understood what you were thinking.
“You did,” he confirmed. “I’m glad you came.” One of his arms came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you in. His other hand cupped your cheek, and suddenly it seemed as though the thumping bass was a mirror to the thumping of your heart.
Your face felt warm and your head light, and you knew for a fact you hadn’t drunk enough alcohol to blame it on that. Instead, you knew the culprit was the treacherous flutter of your stomach, the same feeling that arose every time you locked eyes with BamBam, and every time you felt his gaze on you but didn’t dare return it.
The fluttering was in full force tonight as you danced close to BamBam. He stared at you with that intense, burning gaze he always had. But now, you stared back, and you saw the things you refused to see before: longing, desire, and that vulnerability that made your throat grow tight.
As you looked at him, you felt emotion stirring deep within yourself. You were forced to confront everything you’d felt for BamBam: distrust of his reputation, annoyance at his cockiness, guilt for having hurt him. But you also felt a desire that mirrored his own, curiosity for what kind of a person he truly was under those rumors and that facade, and a startlingly deep longing for something that you couldn’t quite put a name to yet.
Your fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt as your emotions tumbled through your head. The fluttering in your stomach began anew, stronger than ever, and you felt words leave your mouth before you even realized you’d conjured them.
“I want you, BamBam. Even though I know I shouldn’t. I’ve tried to ignore it, but I can’t. I can’t ignore you.”
You were mortified as soon as the words left your mouth. Already, you felt yourself becoming like the people you heard about in the rumors— the past hookups who were so desperate for any part of BamBam they could get. You’d never believed in those particular rumors, but now you couldn’t help but wonder if there was some truth to them.
BamBam was just another Byronic hero. He wasn’t quite normal, never quite fit in the same way other people did. But it was the things that set him apart from others that also drew them in, made him alluring. BamBam was the kind of man who could leave a trail of destruction in his wake, but there would always be someone else falling for his charms, setting themselves up for a fall. You were just the next in line.
You cringed away from the truth of your words, but there was no denying the way your heart fluttered when BamBam lit up. His lips pulled not into his signature smirk, but a bright smile that made his eyes crease, and your face grew warm as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“I’d hoped,” he breathed, and the way he looked at you made you hope, too. “I hoped, but I never thought—.” He shook the thought from his head, pulling away from you to look at you carefully. “Come to my room?” he asked.
“Yes.” The word was steady even if your hands were not.
BamBam easily navigated through the crowd, tugging you along behind him. Anticipation simmered low in your belly, doggedly drowning out the niggling doubt that urged you to turn back. When you finally made it to his room, the door closed behind you, turning the loud music into muffled bass. But rather than helping you clear your thoughts, you found that your brain felt muffled, too.
For a long moment, you stood there, back pressed against the door, wrestling with your thoughts as best you could. BamBam stood in front of you, close enough to touch, but hands resting at his sides, twitching with the desire to reach out and hold you.
You looked at him and saw everything you felt— the desire, the longing, that damnable hope. Your heart hammered against your rib cage, but you felt certainty settle over your shoulders. You wanted this, for better or worse.
You opened your arms to BamBam, and you saw the flicker of relief in his face the moment before he surged forward to catch your lips in a searing kiss. The hot press of his body against yours made your nerve endings light up with anticipation, and you couldn’t help but press even deeper into him.
When BamBam broke the kiss for air, he trailed his mouth along your jaw, pressing against the sensitive patch of skin just under your ear.
“God, I’ve wanted this so badly. Wanted you so badly. I promise I’ll make this good for you, treat you right.” The words were spoken with so much emotion that it felt like a punch to the gut. You could only moan feebly and clutch at the back of his shirt.
Part of you wanted desperately to believe that he would treat you right, that tonight would be the start of something beautiful between the two of you. But the words had come out too smooth, just a bit too practiced, as if they were familiar on his tongue.
You reached behind you and flicked the lock on his door.
This might end in disaster, but damn whatever happened tomorrow. You were ready for tonight.
Request: can i get some bambam angst over here. yeah yeah. sounds lit.
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“Y/N can you come over Bambam is having a rough time and doesn’t want to talk to any of us.” Youngjae asked over the phone.
Recently Bambam had been reading these horrible comments over and over. The members would try and distract him but it was no use, it was like is eyes were glued to the screen 24/7.
Once you arrived the boys pointed to his room and you went straight for it. You knocked on the door before trying to turn the knob only to realize it was locked.
“Bambam, it’s me open the door please. I brought your favorite food and I want to talk with you.” There was no answer
“Please Bambam.”
There was a click and the door opened a little. Bambam was walking back towards the bed while you shut the door behind you. You set the food on the dresser and sat next to him. The tension in the air was almost suffocating. You’ve had this talk with him multiple times before, but this time it felt so much more serious. He looked tired and upset. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked so pale. His small frame didn’t help him look any better. You reached your hand out for him to take but all he did was scoot away.
“What did the comments say Bam?”
No answer. He was usually ready to talk about this kind of stuff. Only a few times did he shut himself away. Those times were the worst. He was in a bad mood for days and needed constant reassurance about what he was doing and how he was living. If he looked okay or if he said something wrong, but he always got past it. He was a very strong person after all.
“Okay we don’t need to talk about it, but I want you to eat.” You got up to go get the food.
“No. I’m not hungry.”
You weren’t shocked that he said that. You were happy he was talking even if it was something small. You made your back over to the bed.
“Y/N.”
You looked up from the ground
“Some of the comments were about you. Actually, a lot of them were about you.” He was staring straight at you now.
“What did they say?” Your heart beat started to speed up now.
“They just confirmed what I’ve been thinking for a while.”
“Like what Bambam.” Whatever he was going to say wasn’t going to be good. These comments were never good.
“You’re using me. I mean I’ve been thinking about this for a while and you are. You’re here for the ride. You aren’t here to stay, you never were. I’ve bought you all these things because of that stupid guilt trick you use on me and I fall for it every single time. I’m done now Y/N. Done.”
You sat in disbelief. Was Bambam really saying this to you? No, he couldn’t be. None of this was true. You loved him to death and the fact he was listening to these strangers hurt you.
“Bambam what are you saying? I love you and you know this! I would never use you. You offer those things to me and I always refuse because those material things don’t matter to me, you do. Why are you even listening to these-“
“Stop Y/N. There’s no point in denying it. You’re lying right now, I know you are. So just stop before you make a fool of yourself.”
Right now your heart was caving in on itself. This was the last thing you had expected to happen to you today or at all. You broke down in front of him. You started to cry and tried to change his mind. Nothing he was saying sounded like him. It all sounded like those disgusting comments.
“Bam what are you doing. Please I’m not using you I love you Bambam. You love me too I know you do.”
“No Y/N I don’t love you. Just leave okay. Make this easier for the both of us and just leave.”
You didn’t move hoping he would change his mind or act like this whole thing was a joke. Something, anything else. You wanted to wake up from this nightmare, but you knew that wouldn’t happen, that all of this was real when he started to lead you to the bedroom door that would eventually separate the both of you.
“Bambam…”
Just like that the door was closed in your face and you were left alone to cry in the hallway for a few seconds before running out of the house past the boys who could only stare and you continued running till your entire body felt like your heart. Till everything hurt and you were alone with the pain of losing the one you loved the most because of those people who didn’t have any happiness either.
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Your blog is absolutely beautiful, 100% my favorite blog on Tumblr. I was wondering, if it's not too much, if I can have little! Bambam x female?? Thank youuuuuu 💕💕
Omg thank you soo much!!!It really means a lot that we’re one of your favorites~~I really hope you enjoy the snaps!! I saved soooo many selcas looking for the perfect ones~~
I absolutely love Little!Bambam cause I feel like he could be a mix of so many different attitudes, like he could be fluffy, bratty, naughty, sweet, etc. and I tried to show his more fluffy, cute, pouty side in these snaps haha
As of recently, things at your job have been so busy. Your team has been busy editing Bambam’s new video that you’ve haven’t had any time to rest. Originally you had worked in JYP’s editing staff, and that’s how you met Bambam.
Usually, idols had no voice in editing, but Bambam was really into videography that one day he had busted into the editing room, showing interest in editing some of GOT7’s content. From that point you and the other editors had worked closely with Bambam. One night you had to stay at the compay late at night, trying to finish editing a video before your deadline and Bambam had volunteered to stay with you and keep you company. Eventually that lead to him staying with you on many other occasions, and then one night he had confessed that he was interested in you, and the rest is now history.
When news broke out about GOT7 leaving JYP, you weren’t surprised, however, what did surprise you was when Bambam had asked you to join him at his new company. You liked your job at JYP, however, you liked being with Bambam more, so of course you agreed to go with him.
Busy clicking away at your computer screen, you hear the sound of knocking at your door. You call out to the visitor to come in, and when you see that it’s Bambam, a smile forms on your face, “What’re you doing here?”
“Well it’s,” stopping to check the time on his watch, “12:49 am and you should be home right now.”
“I can’t go home yet, I’m not done editing,” you explain to him.
Walking up to you, Bambam pulls your chair away from your desk, “Nope, your done for the night Y/n.”
Whining, “No, Bam. You can’t just pull me away from my work.”
Tutting at you, he replies, “Actually, I can. I’m technically your boss, plus I’m your boyfriend, and wouldn’t you rather go back to my place and snuggle in bed?”
Tempted by Bambam’s offer, you hesitate to reply before saying to him, “I should really finish this though.” Not satisfied with your answer, Bambam comes up with a solution. “Fine then, at least take a break. Come on, come cuddle with me on the couch.”
Telling yourself that you at least deserved a break, you agree to let Bambam drag you over to the couch in your office. Pulling you into his side, you rest your head on his shoulder, humming in satisfaction. “This is nice, when’s the last time we did something like this?”
Playing with your hands that were resting on Bambam’s lap, he responds, “Probably some time before we came to this new company.”
‘Too long ago,’ you thought to yourself. “I’m tired.”
“I know you are. Rest your eyes, I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes.”
“I shouldn’t, I should get back to work,” you attempt to get up from your spot, but Bambam keeps you settled down next to him. Gently pulling your head back onto his shoulder, he says to you, “Rest, Y/n.” Too tired to even argue, you close your eyes, and snuggle into Bambam’s neck, taking in his comforting scent.
When you wake up you know it’s been way more than 30 minutes as you peek and see that Bambam is asleep next to you. Enjoying being wrapped in his arms, you don’t bother to get up and go back to cuddling with Bambam, using this to spend time with your boyfriend.
