a little cam work : bambam x joon
"I'm innocent-- I swear to god. Cross my heart and all that shit."
Yet, judgemental eyes continued to stare and Bambam gave the other recognition for keeping his sturdy posture. He also avoided the tempting use of jokes, y'know to lighten the mood and falter the scary pokerface of the security guard, when he realized it would turn into a one-man show. The bulky male that cornered him and blocked his escape to freedom was currently in no mood for Bambam, his expression said it all and the assistant grumbled giving up on all tactics of becoming the others friend. It was his lost anyways and the young male, sulky and all, made way to the chair that was pressed against the opposite wall. His view strictly on the unamused guard, once he slumped on his seat. Childishly enough, he tried to mimic the expression of annoyance -- though, clearly failed and that resulted in another sigh. "Look, I didn't mean to knock down those shelves and I'm not drunk. I was going to pick them up--"
"Then, why'd you run?" The guard suddenly interrupted. His arms crossing with more displeasure and Bambam blinked, his gaze avoiding the others. "Well, ... you guys pretty much scared the shit out of me. But, but who wouldn't be scared when five bulky monstrous guys start to chase them?!" The assistant explained, ignoring how terribly pathetic that sounded by pulling up his most serious face of dislike. "I mean, that's actually pretty rude of you guys. Scaring your customers isn't going to do your business any good," and his rambles only came to a final stop once the pokerface of the older narrowed into a glare. At that moment, Bambam sighed. His lips unconsciously pursing into a pout. "Fine, fine but everything I said was the truth. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and I surely didn't mean to tumble down the ahjumma's shelves." His words ended with a whine.
Though, the guard shuffled, still unimpressed. "We called one of your teachers. They'll be here to take you home." Were the last words of the other and Bambam groaned. There was no use arguing and he tilted his head back, silently glancing up at the ceiling. All of this was honestly an accident. The male was too busy occupied with his phone that he didn't notice the shelf that blocked his path, which, eventually resulted in him knocking the wooden and obviously weak shelf backwards and that then knocked down the one behind and so on ... until all the shelves in the antique store fell. But, Bambam was innocent, okay and if it helped, that security guard was a big fat bully.
