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Bambi. 23. Richer than you.You say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's always someone else's fault. Got you wrapped around my finger, babe. You can count on me to misbehave.

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— KIHYUN WORE A SMUG SMILE. “Like I said, you’re not coming in without ID.” His eyes swept over Bambi condescendingly, feeling pleased at the fact that the power lay in his palms. He had only been manning the door for an hour and Kihyun’s patience had been stretched thin. He had been jostled from bodies taking shaky steps due to towering heels, splattered with the spittle of drunkards, and subjected to the lyrical recital of Tearin’ Up My Heart as if that would be enough to prove that they were of age. Yes, his temper was definitely threatening to flare–however, when the familiar figure appeared before him, his spirits lifted somewhat. The night had been BORING, and so denying Bambi entry would certainly serve to entertain him. He wouldn’t say that he hated the other, he just despised the attitude they carried and the manner in which they presented themselves. It exuded entitlement, the typical ‘rich boy’ attitude, and Kihyun had little time for it. “I suggest you find somewhere else to go, yeah?”

[bxmbee]

Bambi had very little patience in general, but this was a lot. This was possibly more than he could take. The smugness on the others face, his tone, it was enough to want to make Bambi want to turn to violence.  But he withheld, manicured nails pressing into his palms. “I’ve never needed an ID before,” Bambi huffed, his body tense with annoyance. Kihyun really had been known to get the best of the club owner, though. Vivid images of their mutual attempts to drown one another on a golf course flashing through his mind and really, at that moment, he really wished that he’d succeeded.

Before Bambi had met the front of the queue, the line was loud, unruly, as was what was to be expected when B’s was one of the most popular clubs in all of New York. However, when the bouncer had denied him entry, things went silent. Everyone knew the poised club owner. The way he skipped lines. The way he drank in excess and then disappeared into the VIP lounge, never to be seen until the following day. Bambi Han was an institution and people knew good and well what an institutions rage and anger looked like when they didn’t get their way.

“I’ll give you one more chance to let me in before I have your job,” Bambi said calmly, his face set, his bare shoulders set against the cold. He eyed Kihyun with a sort of defiance that generally put other workers of his in their place. He briefly wondered if anyone had told him about the owner and how they came and went as he pleased—but also there were very few people who didn’t know of Bambi. They could only assume that the other was being a pain out of spite and nothing more.

“I’ll give you until the count of three and you’ll hop off your high horse and I’ll go into my club, yeah?”

[bxmbee]

Bambi stretched across the silk sheets, a small whine escaping them as their body shifted in a way that was similar to a cat stretching on their perch. “JayJay,” they said as long fingers reached over to brush through the pink strands of hair that peaked out from beneath the blankets.

Bambi tended to be a bit less clingy than this, but they weren’t really feeling particularly interested in being alone these days. Jay was good company, just a bit dumb, sweet, and always up for laying with Bambi and boosting their ego. This was something that they desperately needed these days. And maybe they didn’t do enough for Jay in the friendship department. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, it was that they weren’t really sure how to. They had spent so much time mentoring the small boy, constantly trying to steer them in the correct direction, that they hadn’t ever really taken the time to be much more than that. Jay of course, didn’t see it that way. They were fine with any attention that went their way, much like the small puppy that Bambi found themselves often equating the other to. Jay just assumed that this was friendship. But hadn’t Bambi bought the other clothes? Let him dye their hair? Sleep in their bed? Wasn’t that what friends did?

But… Jay had certainly been there enough for Bambi. Hell, they wouldn’t be in bed at this moment if not for the pink haired boy convincing them to come home after maybe doing just a bit too much cocaine for someone who had, at the time, been in the midst of one of their new past times: panic attacks.

These had been becoming more and more frequent lately. If a hand touched them too quickly, if they were unfamiliar with a place, if anything felt unsafe, Bambi felt the anxiety tightening tin their throat. It was suffocating, and they almost always succumbed to it. They had never in their lives felt this kind of stress before. Not since…

A breath.

“Jay, wake up. Come play.” Bambi mused, their body shifting just a bit closer to their friends as fingers brushed through the cotton candy toned strands. “I’m better now, promise.”

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[wtfjaykim]

Eun-Jae stirred in his blanket cocoon, thin body aching with every small move. He felt particularly stiff in the morning, the exhaustion adding to the heaviness of his bones. The whine that sounded from the back of his throat was quiet, but slightly demanding. He briefly struggled with the sheets around him to bring his hand up to his face so he could rub his eyes, before he could actually open them. “Mhmm?” The hum was sleepy as he tried to remember where he was and how he got there - orientation wasn’t one of Jay’s strong points. Nor was his memory.

The boy tried to stretch his body, but quickly gave up as his muscles protested, bones creaking and making him want to curl up even further. It wasn’t until he heard Bambi’s voice again and felt the bed shift that he remembered why he’d woken up and where he was. “Bambam?” He breathed quietly, voice still laced with exhaustion. Jay slowly rolled over, managing to free himself from the blankets just enough to lazily reach out and cling to his friend, urging them closer. “Cuddles…” He demanded with a slight pout.

He didn’t want to think about the night before - about how vulnerable Bambi had looked. How worried he’d been for his friend. Despite feeling the tiniest bit of pride for managing to get them home and in bed in one piece, he still struggled to comprehend what exactly was going on. Bambi didn’t act like that, didn’t beg to be taken home, didn’t cling to him. And though in any other given moment, Jay would have loved that closeness - that attention - combined with Bambi’s behavior it hadn’t felt right.

Was it selfish to wish that they would never go back to being cold, to gently pushing him away with a hint of annoyance in their voice as they told him to stop clinging like a child?

Another hum sounded from the small pink-haired boy whilst he pressed himself against Bambi’s warm body; his own cold despite having slept in his sweater with a blanket tightly wrapped around him. “Does your head hurt?” He then asked, finally awake enough to construct sentences in his head. “Is your tummy okay?” His fingers ran over the fabric of silk pajamas, almost curiously taking in the feeling against his fingertips. Bambi wasn’t as soft as Skye, but they definitely came close.

He was quite sure neither of them wanted to discuss the previous night, though there was a nagging voice in the back of his head trying to tell him that they probably should. But he was enjoying the closeness, the feeling of long fingers running through his hair - he didn’t want to ruin that. Again, maybe that was selfish, but it wasn’t like he was a particularly selfish person. These were the small things - small moments of ignorance - where he just so desperately wanted to be happy.

Jay was also trying very hard not to think about all the homework he was behind on - the hours of studying he’d lost whilst trying to take care of his friend. Of course, Bambi was more important, but the anxiety was starting to build up now. “Can we cuddle and watch Project Runway, please?” He then asked, swallowing his original comment about how he should go home and finish his homework. Or at least drive by his place to pick up his books so he could study. But he was too tired, too sick of hours upon hours of cramming information into his head, despite knowing he wouldn’t remember any of it by the time the actual test was happening. No, he’d much rather try and spend time with Bambi than waste his time like that.

[bxmbee]

It was strange to find such comfort in closeness. As a child Bambi had never been exposed to that sort of thing. He assumed that his mother had been nurturing and caring when he was small, manageable. But as he grew, her patience wore thinner and thinner, and rightfully so; Kids were the fucking worst and Bambi needed no part of any of that— so he didn’t blame mommy for not caring much about him as the drug riddled teen years staunched his appetite, leaving him cold. Leaving him bitter. It was better that way, he knew. His expectations for his family had never been high, as long as mommy and papa had money and he was allowed to use it things were okay. That’s how it always had been. That was closeness for Bambi. That was love.

To have the small boy pulled so close to him and his fingers running through his hair in a way that was almost... protective? To be that close was strange. It was foreign. Maybe he liked it just a bit. Jay was similar to a stuffed animal, really. Soft, always smelled nice, cuddly, malleable to the touch. “Yes, yes, cuddles.” He agreed in a soft tone, eyes still heavy with sleep.

It was nice that the first thing that came out of Jay’s mouth wasn’t an obnoxious question about the nice before. When he was tired, Jay really was Bambi’s favorite. He could be just a bit quiet and silly and that was always the easiest way to take the other. Jay had a habit of driving the older up the fucking wall with the constant talking but like this... Bambi really liked his friend.

The truth was, though, that Bambi rarely remembered most nights these days. He needed to be numb because if the hours grew longer and people began to disappear, the club owner felt the anxiety setting in. They got lost in their own head and the thoughts that were in there made Bambi’s skin crawl.

He remembered how safe they had felt in the boy’s arms, how he managed to feel like something far away from all of this. His arms, though small, made Bambi less afraid.

“Just a bit, but I’ll be alright. What about you, sweetie?” They has always endeared Jay that way, boosting their fragile confidence as much as he could. Normally they would be afraid that their confidence would be rivaled, but the green, envious part of his mind knew that there was no way in hell that Jay would ever feel the levels of self adoration that Bambi felt for himself. So what did it hurt to give him a bit of a complex?

Arms held the tiny bundle against their chest, fingers stroking their hair, chin cheek resting against his crown. “We can do anything you like. Thank you... for bringing me home.”

[bxmbee]

Bambi stretched across the silk sheets, a small whine escaping them as their body shifted in a way that was similar to a cat stretching on their perch. “JayJay,” they said as long fingers reached over to brush through the pink strands of hair that peaked out from beneath the blankets.

Bambi tended to be a bit less clingy than this, but they weren’t really feeling particularly interested in being alone these days. Jay was good company, just a bit dumb, sweet, and always up for laying with Bambi and boosting their ego. This was something that they desperately needed these days. And maybe they didn’t do enough for Jay in the friendship department. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, it was that they weren’t really sure how to. They had spent so much time mentoring the small boy, constantly trying to steer them in the correct direction, that they hadn’t ever really taken the time to be much more than that. Jay of course, didn’t see it that way. They were fine with any attention that went their way, much like the small puppy that Bambi found themselves often equating the other to. Jay just assumed that this was friendship. But hadn’t Bambi bought the other clothes? Let him dye their hair? Sleep in their bed? Wasn’t that what friends did?

But… Jay had certainly been there enough for Bambi. Hell, they wouldn’t be in bed at this moment if not for the pink haired boy convincing them to come home after maybe doing just a bit too much cocaine for someone who had, at the time, been in the midst of one of their new past times: panic attacks.

These had been becoming more and more frequent lately. If a hand touched them too quickly, if they were unfamiliar with a place, if anything felt unsafe, Bambi felt the anxiety tightening tin their throat. It was suffocating, and they almost always succumbed to it. They had never in their lives felt this kind of stress before. Not since…

A breath.

“Jay, wake up. Come play.” Bambi mused, their body shifting just a bit closer to their friends as fingers brushed through the cotton candy toned strands. “I’m better now, promise.”

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[bxmbee]

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Yes. The corners of her artificial lips tug downward. Listening to them recount the night, all that she can do is muster up a quiet, wavering “shit”. A deep inhale, followed by a slow, bated exhale comes after the blonde finally breaks eye contact. This was her fault, wasn’t it? Then again– here she goes– making everything about herself. This wasn’t about whose fault it was, between the two. Her friend’s just made a serious statement– their well being in this moment, and going forward is far more important than Gwendolyn and her pity party. Whipping herself back into shape, she purses her lips, allowing her features to soften aside from a single quirked brow.  “Bambi– Bambi, listen to me– did anyone give you something? Like, I don’t…?” She trails off. “Like you said, you… DON’T black out.” It was true– Bambi could drink and snort circles around Gwendolyn any time. She’d never known them to be the type to just forget a night out. “So… a gorgon in knock-off Gucci? That’s all you know?” A beat. “It’s enough? T-Try harder– I don’t– I don’t know.” “I–” Cut off by their pleading, her eyes widen, a look of further concern shifting onto her features. “Excuse me? Can’t tell anyone? You’re shitting me, right? B, you could… sue, you could… tell your family, and… sue!” A beat. “Just try to remember, please, Bambi. Please.” A hefty sigh escapes the heiress as she crosses her legs. Furrowing her brow out of frustration– and anger, Gwendolyn sets her frappe down, pushing it aside as she places a hand, palm up, upon the table. “Hey, hey– take my hand. Let’s remember together, okay? What color was I wearing, last night? What did my hair look like? Um– w-what color bag did I use? What time did I leave? Do you remember that, at least? That’s most important.” In all honesty, not even Gwendolyn was aware of the time when she’d told them that she and her ‘new friend’ were ‘going to bounce’ last night; and now, she’s angry. Not just at herself– but at the asshole… or assholes, that thought they could take advantage of Bambi in the first place. Clenching her jaw, she shakes her head and allows her eyes to fall shut. “Jesus fucking christ.” She murmurs under her breath.

“I left my drink,” Bambi said plainly. That was really the only way It could have happened—Bambi remembered the start of the night well. It was just like any other night at the club. He was situated with Gwen on the couch in the center of the room that pulsed with loud music and even louder people. His leg kicked up over the other, a shimmery top catching the light each time he shifted. He’d already been drinking for a while before even getting to the club, but what else was new? A few lines here and there and he blindly reached for his drink that he’d almost forgotten about on the table in the rush to get the lines taken down.

Then things got fuzzy.

What had Gwen been wearing? He racked his brain for the thought. Had they decided to match that night or had she done something different?

Another sound of frustration parted very chapped lips. It had become a nervous habit of Bambi’s to chew at the soft flesh—nervousness a feeling that they weren’t accustomed to and couldn’t really seem to get a handle on it as it raked through their body with abandon—effectively ruining their generally ethereal pout. “I don’t know, Gwen. I can’t remember. It… It’s too much.” Was that a strain in their voice? They couldn’t be close to crying right now, could they? When was the last time this had happened? Maybe when their cat died as a teenager? Why was this memory—or lacking—bringing tears to their wide, doe eyes?

They stood up quickly, pushing the chair back with a loud, ear piercing scrape.

“I… can’t do this right now.” They said in a tone that they had never used with Gwen before—it was harsh. Businesslike. Cold.

[bxmbee]

How many drinks had Bambi had? Gosh, he really needed to learn to keep track of that. But that really wasn’t any fun. Being sober wasn’t fun these days. Bambi’s head got so messed up each time they let their mind wander. There were too many unanswered questions. Too many things that they didn’t want to leave up to their imagination. But why had they thought coming to this place would have made him feel any better or safer when this is where it happened?

Because Bambi didn’t have anywhere else where he wasn’t painfully alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t force Jay to have sleepovers constantly when the other was definitely at least attempting to get their degree. It was pathetic.

His very drunk mind hadn’t quite caught that he was doing exactly the same thing in inviting the boy to the club with him.

The lounge was loud, as usual. A bunch of Instagram famous assholes circled around him, all laughing and being so fucking loud. If he saw another Paris Hilton wannabee he was going to puke—if all of the alcohol in his system didn’t get to him first.

He reached into his favorite soft pink coloured bag that was pulled close to his hip, a tiny bag of white powder appeared between thin fingers. Patting the substance into the curve between his pointer finger and thumb Bambi decided he needed something to take the edge off of his thoughts since the drinks he’d been downing for the last few hours hadn’t done a great job of that. One quick inhale against his hand and then his head was rested back against the couch, eyes resting closed so that they could really enjoy the feeling that washed over them. Finally. Just a bit of calm.  @wtfjaykim

[wtfjaykim]

Eun-Jae wasn’t someone who got concerned about his friends. Not because he didn’t care, but because he usually spent his life being too spaced out to really notice that anything was wrong. He was bad at paying attention to things – school, people, his surroundings. It took major things for him to catch onto changes, but there was no denying that Bambi’s drunk texts had worried him enough to abandon his endless hours of studying to meet his friend in the club they owned. 

Maybe it was because he was finally realizing that the other had seemed… clingier lately. Of course, he’d absolutely loved the attention and company, despite it preventing him from really being able to focus on his homework. Basil was going to kill him. But what if there really was something wrong with Bambi? It wasn’t like school was that important to him; he literally just put up with it so his parents would be happy. He was sure he spent equal amounts of hours crying because the subjects were too confusing as he did trying to cram information into his starved brain. No, Bambi definitely came first.

He knew his friend wouldn’t be too thrilled to see he’d shown up in his usual clothing – despite the sweaters being designer, they still looked very out of place in a club, especially once he moved into the VIP section. It didn’t take long to spot the other – Bambi wasn’t just tall, thin and pretty, but had such a powerful aura that he was impossible to miss. Jay’s lips pushed up into a smile when he spotted the pink hair that matched his own, a small skip in his step as he walked up and took a seat next to his friend, instantly pulling Bambi into a koala hug.

“I’m here, Bambam.” He announced himself with a wide grin, as if the physical contact hadn’t been obvious enough. “Are you sleepy? I sometimes get sleepy, too. It’s okay if you wanna nap. We can go back to your place? It’s too loud here to sleep.”

[bxmbee]

Bambi jerked at the sudden attention, his glitter coated lids shooting opened as a rush of adrenaline rushed through their long frame. The once lax muscles had now gone tense, a gasp sticking in their throat for only a moment before the realization washed over them:

There was no danger. It was only Jay.

The words that the other spoke seemed to be coming from the other side of a glass wall, he could tell what was being said as they gazed at the other, but couldn’t hear it. Was it the pulsing room around them? The heavy rotation on the drugs taking hold of their system? Or the anxiety?

Bambi had never known nervousness. They had never known anxiety or fear, he had prided himself on never feeling anything because feelings were ugly and poor and not worth his time. But that had been taken away from him.

Not feeling things wasn’t an option anymore. Not when each touch that appeared without his attention caused his body to relieve the moments that became clearer and clearer everyday.

“Jay?” They questioned, obvious confusion bringing their well maintained brows together. How long had Bambi been in and out of consciousness? That had never happened before. Could it have been the never ending toughts that caused his mind to slip, time slowly getting away from him?

A pout appeared on their glossy lips. “I... yes, take me home.” Bambi managed as they began to look around the room. It was sobering. These people weren’t his friends. Bambi couldn’t name half of them. They were just characters of what high class socialites were. Skin deep. Nothing beneath the surface.

Manicured fingers clung tightly to Jay’s sweater. “I don’t want to be here.”

[bxmbee]

kihxuntaylor‌:

“Coulda, woulda, shoulda.” A slight pause. “Wish it HAD hit you now, in all honesty.” Perhaps the other being unconscious would have saved him this headache, the ranting of some entitled stranger flapping about wildly was something he definitely could do without. The confrontation was becoming a significant waste of his time.

Kihyun sighed heavily, the act all but rattling his ribcage. Again, this was tiresome. He would not have succumbed to his frustration so easily if it meant that this greeted him on the other end. “I don’t know who you are. Are you a celebrity or something?”

 “Well, I wish you had too, so I could sue your obviously broke ass.” Bambi quipped back, practically shaking with rage. Maybe it was just men in general that were grating on the blonde’s nerves right then. After all, they were a sore subject, maybe even a bit triggering. But obviously, there wasn’t a way to essentially block all men on the planet from Bambi’s view, especially considering Bambi thought that he might be one of them. The bets were still out on that one.

“I’m Bambi *Han* and I could buy you, you fucking Darth Sidious wannabee.”

There was something about this person, in particular, that was really irking the silk tracksuit wearing heir. Maybe it was how relaxed they were being about this whole thing when they had actually put Bambi in danger. He’d seen enough parts of Final Destination to know just how dangerous normal, everyday items were.  

“I demand an apology.”

[bxmbee]

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Raising a brow at them, Gwendolyn shakes her cup a bit before taking a real sip of the light green slush. Reveling in the sweet taste, her eyes flutter closed. “Mm– What, now?” A long pause, present with wide, blue eyes. “I– don’t understand the point. You were too hammered to recognize a fake label?” She says quite honestly, a stifled laugh escaping her lips, even. Though, after a moment or two of actual thought as they go on, she narrows her eyes, canting her head to the side at Bambi. “You’re not suggesting that– that he– touched you, right?” Brow furrowing, Gwendolyn adjusts her posture in her seat to lean in, and mutter. “Because, if you are, then we should, like… I don’t know… we should tell someone.” A pang of guilt to Gwen’s chest causes her to swallow hard. She should never have left them in that state, just because of her own selfishness in bringing home a handsome stranger. Averting her eyes to the table, the blonde purses her lips. That is, until she hears them sigh a never mind. Snapping her head back onto place, she scoffs. Not at them– but at the situation at hand. She’d dealt with this sort of thing in the past– not from Bambi’s perspective– but that didn’t make the conversation any less uncomfortable for Gwen. “NO. No never minding. This is, like, serious.” Exhaling through her nostrils, Gwendolyn shifts her eyes from them, to passersby and other customers, back to them. “Bambi– what DO you remember, first of all. Like, walk me through the night.” Gwen instructs them sternly. She’s not going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

Did Bambi really want to admit that that was what happened? No, Not really. Honestly, the thought of some man touching him drove him up the wall. Bambi generally thought of themselves just a bit above other people—at far too high of a status for other people to even breathe the same air as him—so the idea that someone felt that they could just…

His hands pushed over his face in obvious frustration as he wrestled with his thoughts. This wasn’t something that he wanted to deal with. Not only was it upsetting, but it was inconvenient. The nice little bubble of privilege and comfort had suddenly popped, leaving the club owner falling faster than he was even able to process. If he ignored it, then basically it didn’t happen, right? If they stopped talking about it, if Bambi just forgot about it, then everything would be okay—wouldn’t it?

But Bambi didn’t even remember the thing he was supposed to be forgetting. He just knew that something had been violated. He could feel It deep in his chest that something absolutely wasn’t right. That morning when he’d gathered his clothes up off the couch of the private portion of the lounge he had tried to brush it off. Maybe he just needed a few hours to understand what had happened. But the more that he thought about it, the more that the thought of not knowing ate away at him.

“Yes.” He said finally. He needed to talk about this or it would kill him, he decided. “that’s…exactly what I’m saying. I think that…” He trailed off, resting his hands in his lap. Thin fingers twisted the rings that adorned them.

“I don’t remember very much, I guess I… passed out. I was with you, then I wasn’t.” He began, eyes still moving over the room idly. The blonde couldn’t find it in themselves to actually make eye contact with Gwen. That made things too real.

He had always carried himself as strong and untouchable. Both of those things weren’t true anymore because obviously, he’d been weak enough… and… he’d been touched.

“I don’t remember his face. Even this morning it was too hazy to make out. I just know that if I were awake when it happened I would have at least remembered something, but I don’t.” Bambi felt something like rage and sadness building in his thin body. He felt certain about this.

“We can’t tell anyone, Gwen, okay? This has to be between us—do you know what someone could do to me if they knew about this? We just… need to keep this here at this table.” Their voice dropped as they finally faced their friend, eyes pleading with her.

Bambi had always been a vocal person and a bit too straightforward, but something like this implied a lot. It definitely implied that he had been overpowered by someone and though Bambi didn’t think lowly of people who had been in this position somehow it felt…. Different because it was him. Because it had happened to him. Not some nice woman who obviously didn’t deserve it—no one deserved it. Bambi couldn’t help but feel like maybe he did.  

[bxmbee]

How many drinks had Bambi had? Gosh, he really needed to learn to keep track of that. But that really wasn’t any fun. Being sober wasn’t fun these days. Bambi’s head got so messed up each time they let their mind wander. There were too many unanswered questions. Too many things that they didn’t want to leave up to their imagination. But why had they thought coming to this place would have made him feel any better or safer when this is where it happened?

Because Bambi didn’t have anywhere else where he wasn’t painfully alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t force Jay to have sleepovers constantly when the other was definitely at least attempting to get their degree. It was pathetic.

His very drunk mind hadn’t quite caught that he was doing exactly the same thing in inviting the boy to the club with him.

The lounge was loud, as usual. A bunch of Instagram famous assholes circled around him, all laughing and being so fucking loud. If he saw another Paris Hilton wannabee he was going to puke—if all of the alcohol in his system didn’t get to him first.

He reached into his favorite soft pink coloured bag that was pulled close to his hip, a tiny bag of white powder appeared between thin fingers. Patting the substance into the curve between his pointer finger and thumb Bambi decided he needed something to take the edge off of his thoughts since the drinks he’d been downing for the last few hours hadn’t done a great job of that. One quick inhale against his hand and then his head was rested back against the couch, eyes resting closed so that they could really enjoy the feeling that washed over them. Finally. Just a bit of calm.  @wtfjaykim

[bxmbee]

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“Oh my god.” She gasps as their story goes on. When they come to a full stop, she shakes her head in disgust, features seemingly terrified. “I mean– are you SERIOUS?” A beat. “Knock off Gucci? I am so… ugh.” Rolling her eyes, she grimaces at the thought of cheap copies. Taking her green tea frappe in both hands, she takes another small sip– so small that her clear cup hasn’t moved since the barista handed it off to her. “I’d hate everything too if my asshole got torn open by some UGGO lame with absolutely no style, or the means to buy a real fucking tracksuit.” She huffs, tucking a stray blonde extension behind her ear. “And honestly? I’m like, shocked anyone would even wear a tracksuit to the club. You must have been… SO drunk.”

Really what had Bambi expected when he’d decided to meet up with Gwen to talk about the night before? After all, she shared a lot of the same general worries that Bambi generally did… which meant none at all. That was sort of something that came with the territory of who they were and the background that they’d come from. But right then he was trying to communicate something important and deeper than this seasons Moschino line and Gwen was really missing the point.

A groan.

“Yes, Gwen, I was so drunk. Look, you know that I really hate to say it but… I think the tracksuit is the least of our problems.” Two fingers reached up to his temple to subdue the headache that was building just behind their ears and toward the front of their skull. “I don’t remember taking my clothes off for him—he wasn’t like, cute or anything. And you and I both know that I never black out.” Bambi wasn’t sure what they were hinting at. They couldn’t possibly have been inferring that they’d been… no… that didn’t happen to people like him. He was rich and important. Of course, his mind couldn’t help but stray back to the idea that this ‘gorgon’ had taken advantage of Bambi’s drunken state and… used him. It made his skin crawl.

Upon getting home they’d investigated bruises that they couldn’t remember getting. He felt sore in areas that pointed in that direction. Did that really happen?

Lips pressed into a thin like as they turned their attention to the room around them, taking in the low rumble of the conversations around them, the warmth of the Starbucks. It all seemed way too normal and mundane for the thoughts that swirled around in their bleach blonde head.

Bambi gave a deep sigh. “Never mind.”

[too-salty]

☯~so salty~☯

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bxmbee‌:

Bambi: your smart 

Bambi: ive beeen drinking for a while im okay what didd y ou expectd

Bambi: hurry up ;((((( com plement mm in persn

Jay: i’m stupid

Jay: bambam, it’s like noon?

Jay: okay okay i’m omw 💕

[bxmbee]

Bambi: 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

Bambi:💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Bambi: never to o earlyyyyy

Bambi: c u soooooon

[wtfjaykim]

KIMEUNJAE on Saturdays we wear white ✌️😘

[wtfjaykim]

KIM EUN-JAE

↳  camera roll ft. Han Bambi

[bxmbee]

kihxuntaylor‌:

Here we fucking go, Kihyun thought as he watched the figure storm toward him. He wasn’t much of a FIGHTER, if anything, Kihyun hated confrontation due to the fact that it just got on his nerves. Avoiding it was much easier than dealing with the hassle of stupidity that so many seemed to possess. This one seemed out for blood, and Kihyun really couldn’t be bothered to spill any. 

The curses rang across the quiet expanse, and so Kihyun took a sip from his hip flask in preparation. He tucked it back into the pocket of his jacket. Eyes rimmed with red–both due to exhaustion and the lack of sobriety–blinked slowly at the other.

“You’re obviously not hurt,” A shoulder lifted in a half-hearted shrug. “So I recommend you chill out, because you seem to have gone all red.”

Bambi couldn’t fight, that was obvious. They were tall, long, spindly, and despite what they liked to think delicate. If they’d been just a bit soberer they wouldn’t have stormed towards some random man on a golf course but they needed to release this pent-up rage and frustration out on someone.

Maybe it pissed Bambi off a bit more that the other seemed so god damn laid back about the whole situation as if they hadn’t just nearly taken the heir to his entire family fortunes head off with a golf ball. But, maybe his family wanted that. After his father had passed the business on, and his grandfather died, it left Bambi with far more power and control that he’d ever known what to do with. Maybe it would have been better that way.

Still, they couldn’t help the way that their hand connected with the man's cheek.

“Yeah? Well, it could have hurt me. Do you even know who I am?” Rage was obviously building up in their thin frame, and the slap hadn’t even been hard. Bambi had never even really been a physical person when it came to their anger, but right then it only seemed fitting.

[codyquinn-dw]

“If one more person makes bread pudding for dessert on this show I’m going to change the channel. I thought chopped was about creativity? Everyone’s just making bread pudding for dessert every other episode. Fuck bread pudding. No one wants to eat this goddamn shit.”

[bxmbee]

“bread... whating? Bambi could hardly understand anything this person was saying, nor did they really want to. This whole situation was a bit strange—them drinking anywhere but their own club. But the negative air that settled over the entire place was too much for the trust fundee as their Gucci sweats managed to slide awkwardly against their seat. “I… have never heard of that—it sounds fucking repulsive.”