The Morning After - Bambam Imagine
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Waking up with a splitting headache, you cursed silently at your friends for letting you drink that much. You didn't even want to go out drinking in the first place. But your friends had managed to convince you to put on your dancing shoes and spend the night staggering from club to club. Truthfully you couldn't remember anything past the third bar that you had gone to, and so you had no idea how you had ended up here.
You looked around the room that was unfamiliar to you, trying to find signs of who’s room this could be. You then took a sneaking glance at the person lying beside you. You were both somewhat embarrassed, yet proud of the man who was lying beside you. Usually your drunken conquests are never this extravagant, so clearly you must have been on top form last night.
Nonetheless, you had no desire to awake the sleeping man, nor did you want to endure the awkward conversation that would occur when he wakes up. So, you gathered your belongings quickly yet silently. You decided to get dressed outside of the bedroom, deciding that it would be less noisy that way. All you needed to do was pray that the man did not have a roommate. But you were grateful to the universe that no one saw you get dressed, and made your way to the front door. As you walked through this man’s apartment, you couldn't help but notice the extravagance that adorned every feature and every room of this house. It was clear that your ‘friend’ from the previous night had expensive taste, with a salary to match. However you chose not to stay in the stranger’s house much longer, fearing that he would wake up and see you, so you quickly grabbed your shoes and exited the apartment.
Now you were no stranger to the morning after walk, and you couldn't care less about the disapproving stares you got from narrow minded people. You had fun last night, what business is it of theirs? You headed straight home from the stranger’s house, wanting to nurse this hangover with self-pity and ginger tea. Once you got home, you headed straight to bed, but not before messaging your friend telling them that you two need to meet up, so they could fill you in on what had happened.
By the time you woke up, it was already evening, and so you and your friend decided to talk over an evening meal. You met at your favourite cafe.
“So what the hell happened last night?” You asked, digging into your meal.
“Oh you were so impressive last night. I left you for ten seconds and the next thing I saw was you downing about 8 shots, and dancing with this guy!” Your friend exclaimed, laughing at your shocked face.
“Did this guy have red hair by any chance? Quite slender, yet so handsome?”
“Yep that's the guy! You came up to me and told me you were going home with him. I was surprised because you haven't done that in a while, but he was hot so I made you promise to message me that you were alive, and then you went.”
You were more and more impressed with your bold nature of the night before. However you couldn't feel too smug, as a familiar mane of red hair flashed into your vision.
“Oh god. Oh no.” You muttered, putting your head down.
“What, what is it?” Your friend turned their head to see what your eyes were glued to, or more on whom your eyes were fixated. “That's the guy from last night!”
“Yes I know! Don't need to shout, oh god please let him not see me.”
“Why don't you want him to see you?”
“Well I may have snuck out this morning without saying goodbye…”
“You did what?” But before you could muster a reply, your friend continued to speak. “Looks like he's noticed you… oh look, he's coming over.”
Now you really did want the ground to swallow you up whole.
“Hey, do you remember me from last night?” The red haired boy asked, with a knowing smirk. “No need to answer, of course you remember me. But I have to ask, why did you leave this morning without waking me up?”
“Oh erm, I guess I just didn't want to deal with the whole awkwardness, you know?”
The boy smiled teasingly, and sat down next to you. “And tell me, why would it have been awkward?”
You looked at your friend in despair, but they seemed to find this situation just as humorous as the boy next to you did. “Oh you know, I don't even know your name and, erm…”
“Wait, you mean to tell me you don't remember my name? Because you were shouting it pretty loudly last night.”
You were saved from the boy’s intense stare by your friend who choked slightly on their drink.
“Sorry, I was pretty drunk last night. I don't remember much.”
“And here's me thinking that you had just as much fun as I did.” The boy reached across the table, and started playing with the straw of your drink in front of you. You found the sudden invasion of personal space rather bold, but intimate nonetheless.
“I’m sure I did have fun,” you attempted to reassure the boy. “I just can't really remember it, that's all.”
“Well,” the boy started, now capturing your eyes once again. “If you want a little refresher on what happened last night, I am more than happy to show you tonight. Oh and by the way, my name is Bambam. It would do you well to remember that.”
Bambam smiled at you one last time, before getting up and walking back to his table. Your eyes were transfixed to his figure as he walked away from you. It was only when your friend spoke up, were you again released from his spell.
“Okay if you don't go home with him tonight, I will.”