shave it all ❋ bambam
word count: 1613
genre: slice of life, fluff, established relationship!bambam
member: bambam x reader
description: it’s crazy to think that he can do whatever he wants, now; you two have gotten so used to the limitations that came with his old job that once they are gone it’s a bit disorienting. Especially for Bam. But you make sure to let him know that no matter what, you’re right there, by his side. All of you.
“No.”
“Oh, come on, babe,” He whines, stomping his feet like a little child. “Why not?”
“Because you could get in trouble, Bam!”
The words that leave your mouth are automatic– you’ve been saying them for so long, and so often, that now that you don’t have to worry about that anymore, if feels almost illegal to forget them.
“Oh really?!” The comedic sarcasm in his voice is clear and when Bambam throws his head back to laugh, you really want to slap that smug grin from his face. “We’ll get in trouble? How?”
“I hate you,” You mumble, eyeing the machine in his hands.
“Come on, Y/N,” He whines again, shoving it towards you. “It’s really starting to bother me.”
“Bam, you know I support you in everything you do,” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “And even when I know it is a bad idea I follow through, but this is… too much.”
“Why?”
“Because your whole career is based on your incredible talent and cursed good looks,” You shriek, trying to hide your smile as he laughs once again, arms encircling your ways and bringing you close. “How can you rely on the last one if you shave your head?!”
“Hm,” He hums, eyes squinting as he looks down at you. Bambam can feel your fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck, a habit of yours– be it when you two are cuddling and about to fall asleep, or when you are watching a movie, or even talking, sometimes– and he wonders if there is another reason as to why you don’t want to help him shave his head. “Are you sure it is because of that?”
Your fingers still.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you sure you’re worried about my career?” His voice is low and teasing, and when he kisses you, you can feel the playfulness in his actions. “Because I think, you like me with longer hair.”
“I like you anyways–“
“Why the fuck you lyin’” Bambam sings, pulling away. “Think of this as… an adventure. It’ll be fun!”
“Then shave my hair too, why don’t you?” You mumble, frowning as you watch him pull a chair from the kitchen into the bathroom, wet hair framing his handsome face and you feel like crying at the thought of not seeing him with wet, long hair.
“Can I?!” He turns around excitedly. “Babe, you would rock a bald head like no one else, I swear to–“
“Oh my god, definitely not,” You chuckle, pushing him down on the char in front of you. “At least, not yet.”
“One day?” Bambam’s eyes are hopeful, and you absolutely love the look on him– one full of jovial glee and youth, and you are not even sure if you remember seeing him this light and carefree in all the years you’ve been together. He was always worried about something, be it image, or music, or schedule, and to see him finally act his age and look his age makes your heart beat faster.
“One day,” You sigh, knowing you have to do this. For him. “Now sit down– we’re shaving your head.”
“You’ll do it?” He questions, excited, and you nod, plugging the razor on the socket by the sink. Looking back at him, you know this is your last chance; you sit in his lap in a beat, legs on each side of him and you kiss him– hard and fast, hands grabbing his hair to pull him close. “Uh… maybe I shouldn’t–“
“No way,” You giggle, breathing a bit to hard. “We’re shaving your head.”
“Give me another one of those then,” Bam’s hands pull you closer, and this time he takes a bit more time to enjoy you two, mouth moving on your languidly, needy. When you move back to grab the machine, your boyfriend grabs your hand, and you can practically feel his nervousness.
“Are you okay?” You ask, softly brushing his hair back and away from his eyes. “Bam…”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” He smiles, looking down at his hands in his lap. “It’s just a bit weird being able to actually do these things, you know? No manager breathing down my neck, no company complaining about the things I say… no hyungs.”
“What do you mean, ‘no hyungs’?” You scoff, frowning a bit. You know he’s been having a hard time adjusting; although they were all pretty young when they first debuted, Bambam and Yugyeom were kids. They grew up under the care of the older boys and now, not having them so close like they used to be in the dorms, they have been feeling a bit alone.
At night Bambam cuddles closer to you and you notice how hard it is for him to sleep, or how he’s always in the GOT7 group chat, be it talking to the members or just sending random pictures and memes. It has been a big change for him; doing things, all the things he wanted to do before, and not having the other six guys to hype him up, or warn him, or care for him. So you try and compensate– you hug him closer when he feels restless at night, or you google funny memes of him on Twitter to send him, or even, sometimes, when he looks particularly lost, you sit with him on the couch, caressing his hair as you watch Youtube compilations of concerts and interviews. You know he’s having a particular difficult day when he plays videos from the tours on the TV, laughing at his own spastic behavior.
“I have an idea,” You say when he doesn’t answer you. You pull your cellphone out, and go into the group chat with the other six boys and the girls, hitting the video call button.
It’s funny how quick they are to pick up a call when it comes from you, worried faces popping up on your screen and a cacophony of voices asking about their friend.
“Y/N?” JB frowns. “Is everything okay? Is Bam okay?!”
“What happened?” Yugyeom shouts, eyes wide and crazy looking for his best friend on the tiny screen.
“Is the kid okay?” Jackson screeches and you laugh at his pained expression.
“Everything is okay,” You shout, trying to make your voice louder than all of theirs together. “We are all alive!”
“Oh thank god,” Youngjae mutters.
“What’s this about then?” Jinyoung is the first to ask, and you move away to show your boyfriend sitting on the chair with wet hair and a towel around his neck. “Oh god, what the hell are you kids doing now?”
“We’re going to shave his head,” You announce, and ignoring the mixture of laughter and shocked gasps, you continue. “And because this is a very important moment of rebellion and freedom for the youngster, we wanted you all to be present, even if only by video.”
“Ah, waking up for this was definitely worth it,” Mark groans, humor lacing his voice as he turns on the light in his room. “You’re going to look ridiculous, Bam. I love it.”
“Hey, everyone,” Just the tone of his voice is enough to tell you that he’s back to his usual self. “I miss you all…”
“We miss you too, Bam!” Yugyeom whines, and you chuckle at the duo dabbing together. “Wanna hang out next week?”
“Absolutely,” Bambam grabs your hand just as you move behind him with the machine, ready to say goodbye to his precious hair.
“Ready?” You mutter, just for him to hear.
“I love you,” Is his answer, and the whole bathroom quiets as soon as the buzzing starts, and it takes only a few seconds to shave a strip from the center of his forehead to the back of his head.
Silence reigns for a beat before everyone is laughing– you included. Having your share of fun, you start shaping his hair in odd cuts, always making sure to not pull or accidentally nip his scalp. Bambam had set the electric razor to leave him with a buzzcut, and you’d never admit it to his face because the teasing would be endless, but the more that you shave off, the more you start liking this style. It’s soft, and although it doesn’t leave you much to play with, it shows so much of Bambam’s face that you can’t complain.
“You look like an egg!” Jackson cries out, laughing. “This is so good.”
“Shut up, he looks great!” You chuckle, watching Jackson’s girlfriend slap him behind the head and offer you and Bam a thumbs up. You make a mental note to thank her and Jacks for the Team Wang gifts, after all of this is done.
It’s only when the buzzing stops that everyone inches closer to their cameras, taking a proper look at your boyfriend. Honestly, there is not much room for mistakes with an electric razor, but you still pat your self on the back once you notice just how hot Bambam looks running his hand over his buzzed hair, muscles bulging and a smirk once his eyes meet your. He can read you like a book and just the possibility of him knowing what’s running through your mind makes you blush.
“How do you feel?” You ask, hopefully easing the growing tension in the room.
“Sexy,” He says, and all the boys laugh, girls hyping him up. “I kind of like this.”
“I like it too,” You kiss his cheek. “I like you.”
“Like?”
“Love.”
“Love,” He nods. “Love you.”
He pecks your mouth, and just as he deepens the kiss, you can hear Jackson’s voice in the background.
“He does look like an egg, though– OW!”
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Not gonna lie, this one made me 😢 Baby Bam missing his hyungs is just too much for my poor heart to handle 😚 What do you think of this one? Let me know! If you liked this story, please please please share, comment, like, or anything you feel comfortable doing ❤️ thank you for your endless support, lovelies💕
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