“You’re such a Scrooge, Y/N. Purposely working on Christmas? What have you gotten against “unnecessary gathering of extended family to awkwardly talk about what’s happened in your life, and being constantly hounded to get married by family members that you barely know, and exchange presents with people that have probably gotten you the same thing every year”? You barely show any Christmas spirit.” Your friend, Mina, scoffed, watching you get ready for work. “Okay, first of all, that was a direct quote so everything is wrong with what you just said, since it was literally my argument as to why family Christmas gatherings with extended family is dumb, and yes I do! Look at my scarf! It’s red.” You defended. “Christmas colours are red and green.” She rolled her eyes. “What kind of Christmas spirit are you talking about then?” You raised your eyebrows, placing your hands on your hips. “Oh you know. That hallmark Christmas movie magic - random acts of kindness to strangers, carolling, making dinner for someone who doesn’t have anyone to celebrate the holidays with.” She said dreamily. “Yeah, no. That sounds like a lot of effort and requires talking to randoms.” You said disgustedly. “Well then, I dare you to be kind to the first person that enters your workplace, if you’re so deadset against helping out ‘randoms’.” She smirked. “...fine. But joke’s on you. I doubt anyone will be working on Christmas.” You waved your hand dismissively, grabbing your car keys. “We’ll see.” She smiled mischievously.

Work was extremely quiet, as expected. No one had come in, all opting to spend time with their families over actually getting stuff done. With deadlines in place straight after Christmas, you felt it was your duty, as assistant manager, to support your fellow colleagues in actually being able to meet that deadline. Another, more motivating aspect for you, was wiping the smirk off the other assistant manager, Park Jinyoung’s smug face. You hummed, typing away, “That sentence makes no sense.” A voice taunted over your shoulder. You turned, coming face to face with... speak of the devil... Park. Jinyoung. Even saying his name made your nose crinkle in disgust. Being probably one of the most irritating, hopelessly obnoxious perfectionists this world has ever seen, he was constantly getting on your nerves. You opened your mouth, then shut it instantly, remembering what Mina had dared you to do. Biting back a snarky remark, you fixed your face into a placated, polite smile, “Oh. Jinyoung. Are you the only one in today?” Please don’t be. Please don’t be. Tell me at least one person walked through the doors before you. He scoffed, “What? No comeback? I think you’re going soft on me, Y/N. And of course no one’s coming in today. No one’s as much as a workaholic as you.” You raised your eyebrows, “Speak for yourself. I’ve never seen you come in on a holiday. Don’t you usually hang out with your girlfriend or something?” Something flashed in his eyes, before returning to a blank, guarded expression, “I- You know how much I love to one-up you, Y/N. I’m not here for you. I’m here to beat you.” He sat down in his cubicle beside yours, turning on his desktop. “So... how did you know I was here?” You raised your eyebrows questioningly. “Mina told me.” He said without glancing from his computer screen. “I don’t understand how she’s friends with someone like you.” You muttered, typing away at your report. “What?” Jinyoung screwed his face up in annoyance. “I said—“ be nice, Y/N, “I said would you like a coffee? I was going to make some for myself. Tell me how you want yours made.” You internally groaned as he actually considered what you were saying. “I’ve literally never seen you use the coffee machine. Who’s to say that you won’t poison me?” He said dubiously. “I’ve used a coffee machine before. It shouldn’t be too different.” You said defensively. “...Alright, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and say yes — just black coffee for me.” He leaned back against his chair. You reluctantly got up, forcing a nod and a small smile as you entered the break room.

Turns out the machine was a lot more different than the simple maker you had at home. Wasting half an hour on trying to figure out how to turn on the machine itself, you were seconds away from tossing it in the bin as Jinyoung sauntered up to you, reaching from behind you to flick the power switch on. Swallowing back an irritated remark, you gritted your teeth, painfully expressing your gratitude, “Thanks.” “Now, a thank you? What has the world come to? Are you okay?” He placed his hand against your forehead, “Are you sure you should have come into work today?” You delicately plucked his hand away, “As much as I appreciate your concern for my well-being, I’m perfectly fine and should probably be getting back to work.” “But what about the coffee?” He said, puzzled. “You’re obviously more qualified than me to work the coffee machine, so you can make your own!” You flashed him a grin, patting him on the back as you exited the room.

A steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of you, “I figured you probably still wanted a coffee. You like mochas, right?” You looked at him in surprise, slightly touched by the kind gesture, “Oh! Um. Thank you.” You sipped at the coffee, the warm liquid heating your insides. “It’s okay... wow that was weird to say to you... no comment on how bad it was? Whether I poisoned you?” He looked at you quizzically. “Well— it’s not too bad.” You swallowed your pride back down, allowing him just this one compliment.

The two of you had this rivalry as soon as you entered the firm. Being the ones pitted against each other since being interviewed for a position, as you went up the ranks, Jinyoung was always there. You were almost certain that your work colleagues had helped maintain this rivalry, purely for entertainment purposes. At first, the two of you were pretty civil... until your first annual Secret Santa event, where you both had each other.

[2 years ago] ‘...and now I’ve just been rambling. Basically, what I’m trying to ask is... will you go out with me? Who am I kidding, you probably won’t even read this...’ You crossed out the last sentence, adding the finishing touches to your note in Jinyoung’s present. You wrapped it carefully before heading to work, nerves eating away at you as you went over 100 different ways that Jinyoung would react to your confession. Get a grip, Y/N.

“Who do you have for Secret Santa, Jinyoung?” A gaggle of girls (who had an office pool going for who he had) surrounded the guy, hounding him for an answer on who it may be, and what he bought. “You know, asking him who he has basically defeats the purpose of Secret Santa.” You raised your eyebrows at them as they approached you and your colleagues in the courtyard. Jinyoung flashed you a grateful smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as the group of girls dissipated in annoyance. Your stomach fluttered. He was kinda adorable when he smiled. As the gift giving pursued, it soon came your turn. Smoothing down your clothes, you picked up your carefully parcelled gift, placing it carefully in Jinyoung’s arms. Slightly in shock of this revelation, he opened his present, eyes lightening up in excitement as he saw your gift. “Y/N! This— wow. How did you get this?” He gazed at you in wonderment. “Well, a couple of weeks ago you were a little bit upset about missing out on grabbing tickets for a certain author’s book signing. To be honest, it was purely coincidental... I actually really love that series too, and managed to grab tickets. So, I decided to buy you a signed copy of the latest edition.” You explained, blood rushing to your cheeks as everyone gathered around to see his present. He stood up, giving you a quick hug, “Thank you. This is probably the best Christmas gift I’ve gotten.” He whispered in your ear before returning to his seat. “So... Jinyoung, who did you have?” One of your coworkers questioned, looking curiously at the circular shaped present beside him. “Well... I actually had Y/N.” He placed the gift in your hands, his tone slightly laced with nervousness. Curious, you unwrapped the gift to reveal... a stress ball? Not gonna lie, that’s a pretty disappointing gift, considering what you gave him. Your coworkers teased and taunted, “Ooh Jinyoung, are you trying to say something to Y/N?” “What? That they’re a stress head? We all know that. Heck, they should know that.” “Haha... yeah. That’s exactly what I was going for.” Jinyoung said resignedly, trying to scope out your reaction and grab your attention. Dragging your gaze to his, you squeezed the ball, ignoring the unusual hardness within it (great, not only was it a cheap present, it was also faulty?), forcing a small but bitter smile, “Thanks, Jinyoung.” Of course he wasn’t any different to the rest of your toxic colleagues. You ignored the bitterness blossoming in your heart, tears burning in your eyes, as you excused yourself from the courtyard. Mentally cursing yourself as you thought back to what you had written at the end of the book, you prayed he’d never read it. After all, something like that could never happen now. Any feelings you had for Park Jinyoung had been replaced with resentment.

You weren’t one to get too upset over materialistic things like that, but after analysing every other gift he had gotten your fellow coworkers, regardless of the occasion, you felt as though he had been to stingy, perhaps because he disliked you. Perhaps, it also showed how fickle you feelings were for him, but you didn’t care too much about that. And so, the slightly unhealthy rivalry began.

After working solidly for a couple of hours, your stomach grumbled. Jinyoung glanced at you,

“Hungry already?”

Really? He was judging you over your bodily functions? “Of course not.” You turned back to your computer, ignoring further pleas from your stomach. “Y/N. I wasn’t saying that to judge you. I’m hungry too. How about we both head out to the courtyard to take a breather?” He rolled his eyes, and grabbed his lunch, heading for the door, glancing at you expectantly.

The two of you sat in silence on the bench, quietly munching at your food. “Do you remember when we used to do Secret Santa out here?” He asked, glancing at you. “Mhm...” You clenched your jaw. “Your gift still triumphs as the best Christmas I’ve ever gotten. I’ve re-read that book more than any one I own.” He smiled softly, recalling the memory. You almost choked on your sandwich, “You read the book?” “Well... that’s generally what you do when you get a book.” “The whole book?” You pleaded silently for him to answer in the negative. “From cover to cover.” He nodded. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Sensing the silence, he spoke tentatively, “I read your note, as well.” You covered your face with your hands, refusing to interact with him. “...and—“ “And nothing! What you read was just— just an illusion!” You blurted out, about to bolt. “Wait, Y/N. That day. That day was so confusing.” He grabbed your hand lightly, imploring you to sit down again. “Confusing how? As far as I’m concerned, you got me a stress ball for Christmas because I was too much of a stress-head.” Your tone defensive as you crossed your arms. “Wait— so you never found it?” His eyes widened in realisation. “Found what?” You said, annoyed at his cryptic tone. “Do you still have the stress ball?” He asked, impatient. “Yeah, I think it’s in one my desk drawers.” You said uneasily. “Wait here, I’ll grab it.” “But I don’t want you to go through my... okay never mind...” A couple of minutes later, he came back, stress ball... and a knife. You glanced concerningly between the two objects as he cut a square of the stress ball off, taking out a small box. “You seriously couldn’t feel this within it?” He asked incredulously. “Well to be honest, I was more upset at the fact that you got me a stress ball when you got other people better gifts... like how you got Mina the tea set she was vying to get for a while... Also, how? How did you even think of putting a box in there? That’s— I don’t even know. The fact that you think someone would think of getting a knife to cut open a present someone has gifted them astounds me. To me, it just felt like a faulty gift.” You retorted defensively. “Obviously my creativity and quirkiness was lost on you, seeing how you thought I was cheap-skating your present. And, I got you a stress ball because you’re almost always clenching your hands! Yes, you stress, probably a lot more than half the people in this workplace, but I didn’t get you that to make fun of you. Clenching your fists a lot can cause stiffness in your fingers which could lead to rheumatoid arthritis [I’m no medical student but I did some research. Please don’t @ me if I’m wrong!] in the future. I don’t think you want to be paying off medical bills worth ten times the amount of that tea set for physical therapy. Besides, the actual gift is within this box.” He sighed exasperatedly, handing you the box. You opened the lid, revealing the most exquisite looking earrings, the gemstones glimmering under the sunlight. Written underneath the lid was a note, Y/N, I don’t really know where to start with this... but I really like you. Your work ethic constantly astounds me, the way you’re able to complete any task you set your mind to is a quality I wish I had. Not to mention your selflessness and kindness - the way you look out for our team and always go above and beyond what is expected is one of your most admirable qualities. So I hope this isn’t too forward of me, but I’d love to take you out for a date sometime. In fact, meet me at Glow Café at 9am tomorrow morning. I look forward to seeing you there. Whether you see me as a friend or share the same sentiments as me, I’d love your company. — Jinyoung P.S. I hope you like the earrings! I heard that they were your favourite colour :) You looked up at Jinyoung in shock, your heart warmed at the sincerity and kindness of his gift. “I—“ He broke you off, “It looks like we both had the same thing to confess back then. Perhaps if things had turned out differently, we’d be in a different situation to what we’re in now. But hey, we can’t fix the past, but we can change the future. And as much as I adore our banter, I’ve missed talking to you normally without sarcasm.” He held out his hand in a truce. You raised your eyebrows, impressed at his sudden maturity, “Look at you. I guess you’re actually starting to act like an assistant manager for our team. Is the Christmas spirit getting to you or something?” You shook his hand dubiously. “Ha ha. If we’re being completely honest, your sudden kindness did help bring things into perspective for me.” He pointed out. “Really? Wow, the Christmas spirit did get to you.” You laughed. “To be honest, I haven’t really been feeling the Christmas spirit since Yuna broke up with me.” He laughed bitterly. “She broke up with you? Why?” You asked incredulously. “She thinks I’m too much of a a workaholic.” “Welcome to my world...” you sighed. A silence fell over the two of you, as you contemplated in your head. “...So, you’re not spending Christmas with anyone?” He shook his head, looking dejectedly at the ground. Oh whatever. Do it, Y/N. Embrace the Christmas spirit. “Do you want to spend it with me?” You asked tentatively, “as friends. Obviously.” You added quickly. “Are you sure?” He asked, eyes wide. “Dead serious. I’m trying the no sarcasm thing, as you can see.” He laughed, “Okay. I’ll come. As a friend... Do I need to make anything beforehand? Do you need help with cooking? Do you know how to cook? I mean seeing how well you did with the coffee machine, I’m kind of concerned.” He questioned. “Slow down, Gordon Ramsey. Of course I know how to cook. I’m an adult, for God’s sake. And no, you don’t need to bring anything but yourself.” You smiled, standing up. “You speak so much about the Christmas spirit. But this. This is peak hallmark Christmas movie cliche.” He noted, lightly elbowing you. “I guess it is.” You shrugged your shoulders as the two of you went back to work, laughing and chatting away, as friends that had not seen each other in a while. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit that had brought the two of you closer together. After all, the two of you spent many more Christmas’s together... not just as friends.

Bambam wasn't sure why you were so irked at the moment that you wouldn't listen to his pleas.

Maybe it was because of how humid the day was and you weren't dressed as lightly as you wanted. Maybe it was the poorly air conditioned pet store you two were in and how it contributed to the sheen of sweat forming on your nape, making your hair stick on your skin and giving you a rather nasty feeling over all. Maybe you just woke up at the wrong side of the bed.

If only he'd step back for a moment and realize that perhaps it was his incessant whining that's causing your blood to boil all along. But this was Bambam we're talking about - he wouldn't relent so easily. Especially about this it seems. 

"Did you not hear me say no right now?" You ask through gritted teeth, patience wearing thin.

"But babe," He whined for the umpteenth time. "Look at her! She's calling out to me!" 

Her in question is a feline of Balinese breed who's blinking up innocently at you as if it understood that you were the only thing preventing her from being adopted.

You've been arguing about adopting a cat for five minutes - and counting. The employees probably painted you in bad light now, seeing a rather irrational girlfriend stopping her boyfriend from adopting a pet because of who knows what.

And gods, you couldn't disagree that the feline was adorable and you'd want her in a heartbeat for your boyfriend to keep… if only he didn't already have 4 cats to begin with - he even has dogs apart on top of it. Then when goes on a tour, who's stuck with all of his pets?

You. For months. You have to draw the line somewhere - it's not like you were being unreasonable, right?

"Ugh. Y'know what Bam? If you need to have the cat so badly, then go ahead and choose her over your girlfriend." You finally snapped, throwing him a glare before stomping out of the shop.

Barely 10 steps away when you realised what you've said and done. Your blood ran cold, effectively halting you from your steps as you reflected upon your actions. 

It was completely uncalled for and not to mention childish.

Did you really made him choose between you and a cat for goodness sake?

Your silent reflection regarding your actions were interrupted by Bambam's voice calling your name. Turning around, you see him chasing after you with a slight jog in his pace and a concerned frown his face.

Once he was in front of you, he reached for your forearm both in worry and reassurance that you wouldn't storm off again.

"Babe, are you okay?" Bambam asks, his voice soft as he tugged you gently to him and you felt guilty all the more. 

"I'm sorry," you croaked out, voice cracking a bit. You could've said that you just had a tough week or you that you weren't feeling well to justify your uncharacteristic outburst but those were both lies. You just weren't yourself, it seems. "I don't know what came over me."

"Hey. Hey, it's okay." Came his soothing tone, pulling you closer to envelope you in his arms. A hand circles on your back slowly, effectively calming you as you turned lax in his hold. 

The sweltering weather and his body heat together was something that you normally objected on but decided to make an exception as you returned his hug. 

"I'm sorry," Bambam mumbled after a moment. "I didn't mean to make you angry." He pressed his plump lips on your forehead sweetly, letting it linger for a few seconds before finally pulling away completely, holding you in arm's length to scrutinize you. 

"We're okay now, right?" 

You nodded, flashing him a rather bashful smile which Bambam returned with his own handsome one.

"So," He began, slinging an arm around your shoulder. Dipping his head down, Bambam captures your lips in a chaste kiss before continuing. "I was thinking - you weren't serious about the whole cat or you scenario, right?"

You couldn't even think of a reply yet when Bambam proceeded to speak, but now with haste. "Great! 'Cause I already had them ring her up - I'll just go pick her up now. Stay right there, okay? Love you!"

"Bambam!" Was the only protest you could form, staring at his retreating back with disbelief.

remember how London Tipton had that “wear a day, throw it away” phrase?

yeah

that’s basically Bambam, only he just…….hoards it in his closet

Bambam: “just in case I need that outfit another day, some day”

cue assistant!Jinyoung rolling his eyes behind Bambam

Jinyoung: this dumbass

Jinyoung: “yes sir, we will save it for another day” :)

the second reason being that he’s also known to throw lots of wild parties

so he spends a lot of money on catering, entertainment, clean-up and such

ironically enough, it’s not one of those like “royalty only” parties

bc that’s boring

so literally anyone and everyone is invited

and that means anything and everything can happen in the mansion

ofc he’s aware of robbers and stuff so there are guards at every door

this leads the last and final reason of his bad rep: how much of a flirt of he is

while there are guards at every door, basically anyone attractive is allowed in

like omg his boy literally can not be tied down

or as he would say

Bambam: “there are plenty of fireflies in the swamp”

Yugyeom: “isn’t it ‘there’s plenty of fish in the sea’?”

Jinyoung: “ignore him, let the stupidity rampage”

Yugyeom: “you are evil oh my god”

anyways, despite all of this

he really is a good guy

and even the mansion servants are aware of this

it’s just that…. he’s not the first in line for the throne

he’s got two older brothers and they’re fighting enough for the throne and getting involved with the mix is just………… a lot

so he doesn’t really have the whole responsibility of a royal

but he’s got a lot of press on his back and that’s kind of where the bad rep comes in view of the public

while he does have that image, there is another side of him others know

he’s very compassionate, so he donates a lot to charities

especially for children who are interested in the arts

because he’s got a huge passion for the arts himself 

honestly music is kind of one of the only things he really loves in life

but he doesn’t really have enough motivation for it bc of the whole royal thing

so he keeps it as a hobby

anyways, this is the most important bc this combination of music and flirtation is what leads to his doom

for two reasons: his parents cut him off and this is what leads the witch doctor to seek revenge

so after all this ridiculous spending on his clothes and parties and all his flirtations, but no commitment

his parents couldn’t take it any further and decided to cut him off to make him less dependent and learn the value of money

just because he lost the money aspect to him didn’t mean he lost his charm

so the flirtations were kicked up a notch

well not really

he was playing the ukulele on the street and caught the attention of many ladies

bc it’s the handsome prince playing in public duh

one of those ladies being the partner of a very powerful witch doctor

……… well, former partner…….

bc said partner left him after talking to Bambam…………

so what does the witch doctor do?

he does what he does best and sets out for revenge

he lures Bambam in, telling him his fortune and all that good stuff

Bambam is allured

but next thing he knows, there’s smoke and he’s surrounded by spirits

and everything has been enlarged

so where do you come in?

when Bambam had his parent’s’ money, there was one mall he loved to visit the most

that mall is so boujee that it’s the size of an airport

he didn’t even buy from some places, others gave them as gifts bc it would be advertised or something

(the whole press thing on him bc he’s not a “perfect” royal is seen as an advantage for these businesses)

anyways, you work as a server in a couple of the restaurants that’s in the mall

one for the days and one for the nights

so you work part time in a cafe for the mornings and mid afternoons

and a bar for the evenings

so you practically live in the mall

and that means seeing Bambam often

each time he comes and goes, there’s a wave of people who chase after him and you can’t do anything more than roll your eyes at him

while you haven’t met him in person, you’ve figured out what type of person he is

just another guy who thinks he can buy his way into anything

he’s clearly never worked a day in his life and he’ll never know the meaning behind hard work

you? you’ve been working since you were 15 to save enough money to open up your own bakery

tonight, you were at a childhood friend’s palace

that’s right, a palace—Lisa threw a party and asked for you to cater it, especially since there was a very special someone coming (a possible suitor)

(and she paid you too so)

you were in her room, as she was putting on her third outfit of the night and touching up her makeup

she suggested you dress up too, so you were left alone in her room and while she danced on the ballroom floor

you were upstairs, gazing up at the stars

remembering your childhood memories with Lisa

Lisa: “if you make a wish on the evening star, it’s sure to come true”

feeling rather nostalgic, you do it—with no actual hope anything’s going to happen

You: “I cannot believe I’m going this”

you close your eyes and wish and pray and hope that you are able to achieve your dreams

but when you open them……………

there’s a frog

You: “very. funny.”

you turn to the little frog on the rail, tilting your head

You: “I reckon you want a kiss?”

Bambam: “kissing would be nice”

**chaos ensues**

let’s just say, you’re glad Lisa has a maid—but you also feel sorry for the person who has to clean the mess you made

Bambam, on the other hand, is running for his life

and managed to avoid the following: rolled up magazines, verryyyy thick books, a straightening iron, a curling iron, and some thigh high boots of Lisa’s that you grabbed from the corner 

Bambam: “you have a really strong arm—aaAAH sTOP IT” 

You: “STAY BACK” 

there’s a couple of minutes at a standstill, where Bambam remains on the vanity and you were trying to understand what was happening 

You: “okay, okay, I’m fine, everything is fine and this is not happening” 

Bambam: “oh this is happening” 

You: “SHUT IT” 

and this led to another process and it wasn’t until five minutes later and an airbag for you to acknowledge the frog in the room

You: “who and what are you?” 

Bambam: “I am Prince Bambam” 

You: “I don’t believe it” 

Bambam: “how can I prove it?” 

You: “okay, okay—let’s just say for hypothetical reasons, you ARE Bambam”

You: “why are you a frog and why are you here of all places?” 

Bambam: “I may or may not have gotten involved with a witch doctor….” 

You: “you mean to tell me you got into this mess bc you were messing with the shadow man???” 

Bambam: “he was very charismatic” 

You: “this is what I get for wishing on stars; the only way you can get something is through hard work” 

Bambam: “why would you want to work harder? that’s just more—ANYWAYS, I’m getting off track” 

Bambam: “I need your help” 

You: “why should I help you?” 

Bambam: “I’ll be your genie in a bottle—do you have any wishes?”

You: this fool just quoted Christina Aguilera 

and that’s when you remember: your restaurant 

you just said that you should work hard for it 

and you’re almost there

you really can just turn this all down and let him suffer

but you look into his eyes and……… this poor guy is just suffering and deep down, you would feel really bad about turning away from him

so…. that’s when you agree to help him

You: “I think I know someone who might be able to help”

you call up a favor from a friend, who has a cousin, and that cousin knows a classmate who is interested in voodoo

turns out the only other witch doctor lives in the woods somewhere

“her name is Mama Odi”

you get some directions, but there’s also a hint of uncertainty from your source

You: “you’re telling me, I’m gambling my way through the woods”

Bambam: “it’ll be like an adventure—it’ll be fun”

You: “oh my god”

so you two venture together for a weekend? trip

he’s like a little pet

along the way, you both talk

and like really talk about things

one night, the stars were out and he was talking about his old life

You: “do you miss the money?”

Bambam: “of course I miss the money, but the money…. kept me company”

You: “you think you can just buy people to like you?”

Bambam: “when you’re royalty…….. everyone wants something from you”

Bambam: “isn’t that why you’re helping me”

You: “truth? half”

Bambam: “then what’s the other half?”

You: “empathy—while I don’t like you, I’m not evil”

You: “I don’t have ill wishes on anyone”

Bambam: “so, what is your wish?”

You: “my wish, my hope, my dreams is to own my own bakery or cafe—it was a wish of my grandma’s but…”

Bambam: “but what?”

You: “she died before she could make it happen and with my parents, I can’t burden them with my own dreams—they support me and encourage me, but they can’t help me”

Bambam: “that’s better than what I was raised with—I depended too much on mine”

Bambam: “there are servants to do everything for you: drive you, wash you, brush your teeth—while I admit it’s a charmed life…….. when they cut me off… I realized that I don’t know how to do anything”

You: “everyone has their own time to find strengths and maybe you just need more time to find yours”

the rest of the journey is kind of like this and you kind of just forget you got a lil frog prince on your shoulder

eventually, you get to the center of the large ass forest and there’s an old treehouse but it’s also completely huge

and there’s some old lady on the side and you and Bambam are like what the fuck

she takes you in and gives you some tea and gumbo from a tub that you are unsure whether you should trust or not

and then Bambam just bursts

Bambam: “hey, this is great and all, but I’M A FROG”

Mama Odi: “you need to dig a little deeper and you’ll find everything you need”

Bambam: “what we want and what we need are the same thing, no?”

Mama Odi: “the same thin—no!”

You: “so, what do we do?”

Mama Odi: “technically in the olden times, you would need a princess, but times have changed”

You: “what does that mean for the present?”

Mama Odi: “a kiss would have been fine”

You: “what?”

Mama Odi: “a kiss breaks the spell”

she kind of just let y’all go after that

so you two were on your way back and trying to figure out what should happen then

and you just kind of talk

Bambam: “if you’d just kissed me that night we met….”

You: oh my god

You: “I would really to like to help you but I… do NOT kiss frogs”

Bambam: “but, on the balcony, you asked me”

You: “I didn’t expect you to answer”

Bambam: “(Y/N), please”

Bambam: “it’s me—you’re my only hope”

You: “..... just one kiss”

Bambam: “unless you beg for more”

You: “don’t make me regret this before I even do anything”

Bambam: “sorry, sorry”

and so you do what you thought you would never do

and kiss a frog

he transforms back and you head your way back together…… as humans

the trip back was nearly the same as the trip there, but……. something’s different

(other than the fact that you kissed him)

you can see the emotions on his face, read how he’s feeling

you def caught feelings, but……. how does the living casanova feel about you?

Bambam hasn’t felt this vulnerable with anyone before

he feels…. different

but like a good different

the thing is, you don’t know this—so when you get back to the city, you expected to part in different ways…………

he asks his parents for a favor, begs them to help you out

and they’re shocked, at the least to how he’s acting

so they make a deal………

they’ll pay you for your troubles and he has to get a job

so he gets the money to you and you get your dream

for a bit, it feels right but………. something’s missing

and then you realize what it is

just when you’re about to move on from the whole endeavor, he gets a job…………….

at YOUR new bakery

the press got a whole field day when they saw him working there

so hey free publicity

so the friendship continued, with the both of you taking your breaks together and such

it’s cute

Jinyoung is just confused about the whole thing that it’s kind of just hilarious

Jinyoung: “what happened to you that weekend?”

Bambam: “you don’t need to know”

Jinyoung: “yes, I do—it’s my business”

fun fact: you get along with Jinyoung really well bc you have a realistic sense of things and your patience is amazing

(considering that you work with Bambam)

so what changes between y’all?

on day, you were on your lunch and you were both enjoying a meal together in one of the back rooms

and you ask the question you didn’t dare to ask before

You: “why are you working? I thought you were going to try to do music”

Bambam: “you’ve inspired me…. I want to help you with your dream”

You: “you don’t have to”

Bambam: “yes, I do”

Bambam: “I have to do something to impress you”

You: “why would you need to impress me?”

Bambam: “because you’re amazing and I really like you”

You: “what”

and thus begins a beautiful relationship

omg, I need to say this—his contact in your phone is My Frog Prince

no one else except you and Bambam understand it

(also Yugyeom bc he’s Bambam’s best friend, but you don’t have to know that)

moving on

you two complement each other—making one another better than you were before

Bambam learned what hard work actually does and its impact, along with the importance of chasing your passion

with your encouragements and support, he was able to pursue music

there’s also love

each time he looks at you, he wants to be a better man for you

for your future together

you’ve learned to relax every once in a while—you haven’t really been able to do anything else when you started working and studying

you were able to learn a lot about yourself with your days off

another thing was self-love

Bambam made you realize how important confidence is

and the more time you spent together, the more time you were able to realize how that lack of confidence impacted you

you both are amazing in your own ways and you have each other to help realize that

anyways

Bambam is a very touchy lover and does not care who is watching

even if it’s in front of his parents

(you had to stop him from kissing you like twenty times)

Bambam: “one kiss isn’t enough!!!!”

You: “stOPPP”

**also you: not stopping him

anyways, you actually got to meet his parents

when you did meet them, they were immediately in love with you and the changes they were able to see with Bambam

he stopped getting so much attention from the press

gained more sense of responsibility

and he was able to be more independent, learn things on his own and do things on his own

honestly, you didn’t see much of a difference in him

to you, he’s the same flirty guy you’d met on Lisa’s balcony—he’s just more thoughtful with his actions………… most of the time

Bambam: “you know, (Y/N), we’re going to be here for a while, so we might as well get…… comfortable”

You: “keep your slimy self away from me”

Bambam: “you love my slimy self”

Jaebum had been coming home stressed everyday for about 2 weeks, but he wouldn’t let Y/N help him relieve any of it, saying “I’ll be fine,” “I can handle it,” “It’s fine baby, please just let me deal with it.” Y/N had, quite frankly, had enough of this. She was determined to help her stubborn boyfriend even if she had to tie him down.

So that’s when her plan was set into motion, she would get up after he left for practice and clean the whole house, and an hour or two before he got him she would make him dinner. Then she would begin to work her magic, by “accidently” dropping something under the table.

The next morning after yet another attempt to help her boyfriend and him refusing, she got up from the bed after he kissed her goodbye and she went to the bathroom and showered, pampered herself for the night to come.

She began cleaning the entire house , she dusted, swept the floors, mopped, dusted one more time, did all the dishes, washed, dried, and folded all the laundry. Made the bed, cleaned the bathroom, and by the time she was done it was only a few hours before Jaebum got home.

Y/N made her way to the kitchen and began cooking Jaebum’s favorite food. She spent almost half an hour in the kitchen cooking, making sure it was perfect for him. She smiled at the finished product and began to set the table. She set the food in the center of the table and then set the plates and spoons, knives, and forks. 

She stood by the table, smiling at her work when she heard the door unlocking. She quickly sprinted into the kitchen, pretending to be doing something.

“Baby, I’m home.” Jaebum’s tired voice called out to her.

“Hi Honey.” Y/N smiled, waling out of the kitchen and over to where he stood taking his shoes off at the door.

Jaebum took his last shoe off and reached over to pull Y/N close to him and kiss her softly.

“I made you dinner, come eat before you go to bed?” Y/N held his hand, leading him to the dining room.

Jaebum smiled at the food on the table and then at his girlfriend, he pulled her into him hugging her from behind.

“You’re too good to me.’ He whispered in her ear.

This only fueled Y/N’s plan more, a shiver running down her spine. She turned and smiled to her boyfriend, pecking his cheek.

“It’s your favorite. Now come sit and eat.” She told him. Moving to sit in her seat beside him as he took his seat.

Jaebum smiled as he filled his plate with food and began eating, sighing in content when his taste buds exploded with the flavor.

“Mmm, I love your cooking.” He told her, his head leaned back as he chewed his food. Y/N smiled up at him as she began to eat to, placing her hand on his knee to rub it soothingly as a thank you to him.

After they finished eating and had a tiny bit of dessert, Jaebum was leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach. 

“Mm thank you baby. That was so good.” He told her, kissing her forehead.

“Your welcome, love.” Y/N smiled at him

Y/N stood up as Jaebum stayed seated and she began to pick up the dishes to place in the sink to begin washing them, when a fork or two “slipped” off the plate.

“Oh, here I got it babe.” Jaebum told her, beginning to bend over and pick up the fork.

Y/N stopped him with a smile, “It’s okay. I’ll get it. You just relax here for a minute.”

Jaebum nodded at her, smiling. Y/N placed the dishes in her hands on the table and kneeled down under the table to retrieve the forks. However, she made a slight detour before grabbing them.

She slowly moved her way to inbetween Jaebum’s legs, she reached up and gently palmed him through his pants. She kissed his covered thighs softly.

“Ahh, Y/N w-what are you doing?” Jaebum groaned, trying to squirm away from her, but Y/N had him where he couldn’t.

Y/N only smiled and kept her movements, steady and slow. She rubbed her hands up and down his thighs as she kissed his growing buldge through his pants.

“I just want to help Bummie. You’re so stressed.” Y/N whispered loud enough for him to hear from under the table.

Jaebum whined at her actions, moving his hips a little for more friction.

Y/n began unzipping his pants and tugging them down to his ankles, next were his boxers. They followed his pants, falling over his knees and to his ankles. His pants and underwear pooled around his feet. 

Y/n smiled at the erection she had caused, it sprung up and slapped against Jaebum’s stomach. She bit her lip as she ran her finger up and down it slowly, listening to Jaebum whine at her touches.

“Quit teasing me..” Jaebum whined, trying to find her under the table with his hands.

Y/n smiled and moved closer to him, beginning to stroke his length. A few more strokes and she took him in her mouth. Jaebum was whining, moaning mess once she was finished, 

Y/N got up after she finished him off, fixing herself as if nothing happened, when she was standing beside her flustered boyfriend, she smiled at him before grabbing the dishes and walking to the kitchen.

Jaebum watched as she walked away from him, a smirk on his lips. He was still breathing hard, he pulled up his boxers and jeans before following Y/N into the kitchen.

Later that night Jaebum was nursing Y/N bruised hip bones that she gained from him being a little too rough against the kitchen counter. Jaebum’s stress was gone soon after that, as they laid in the bed together they were both smiling.

“I told you to let me help. You were just too stubborn so I had to come up with a plan.” Y/N told him.

Jaebum was busy playing with Y/N’s fingers that he wasn’t really concerned with why she planned what she did. Although it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Hmm, well I might have to be more stubborn from now on if that’s how you treat me.” He told her, kissing her forehead.