#aluhanlust

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(—— ` i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line(s) from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter in a drabble. —the song: you always make me smile - kyle andrews )

— two… one, two, three.i like your messy hair.

"Do you ever just stop talking?" Bambam questioned, cursing under his breath as he inched himself forward. Subconsciously, trapping the other against the wall. Luhan, — there wasn’t really an explanation to how much the other got under his skin. Or made him want to punch that pretty face in. But at the same time, there wasn’t much of an explanation to why Bambam had the slight urgency to just press lips and shush him up another way. For example, at this moment; when the brat, messily haired and all, decided to play annoying games and endless banters with the uninterested assistant.

— i just know i cant stop thinking of you.

It took a couple of seconds — correction, a couple of agonizing seconds before Bambam leaned forward, his arms extended on either side of Luhan, caging the male in. “What is it that you exactly want, Luhan?” Though, for some odd reason Bambam felt like that question wasn’t directed to the other but more to himself because there were helpless of times where he would ask that same exact question. Where he just couldn’t stop thinking about the other and his obnoxious but seemingly soft lips.

Though, wasting not a second more, (Bambam couldn’t bother himself with his rival any longer), he finally leaned forward and pressed lips. It was a soft peck at first, barely brushing as the male kept his gaze on the other. “It’s this, isn’t it?’ He couldn’t help but then question, making sure to capture everything; (he needed something he could use to tease the other later on) and chuckled breathlessly before returning to the warmth. This time, moving their lips; Bambam starting and Luhan following, both, momentarily forgetting about their relationship towards each other.

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[✉ stupid jerk]: guess who's a dick (hint: you)

[ ✉ uglee brat ]: you miss me, don’t you? how cute.

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Love C;

` love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.

Bambam scrunched his face in poor disgust. “What kind of punishment is that?” He questioned, unamused at how bright Luhan’s current expression was. He had expected ice cubes down his back or even forcibly giving the other a piggyback while climbing the stairs of Atrapado — but an ‘I love you?’. Bambam would have rather climbed the stairs. “Come on, let’s try to use that creative mind of yours and come up with something else.” He suggested.

The answer was crystal clear when Luhan crossed his arms and Bambam was reminded all over again on why exactly there were rivals. Neither wavered against the other. He then scoffed and reached over to roughly rub his palm against the side of his neck. “Ugh. You’re sick.” He muttered— though, the words were completely harmless. Confessing to anyone else wouldn’t have been much of a problem but with Luhan, it was rather embarrassing and that obviously meant Bambam had lost this round.

"Fine." He accepted, eyes darting to the other for a quick second before they dropped to the floor as if it were interesting. "Iloveyou." The assistant then coughed up quickly. "There. I said it." And as eyes gazed back up to meet the unsatisfied eyes of the other, Bambam grumbled, realizing Luhan wasn’t going to let him go that easily. "God— I love you, Luhannie. I love you so god damn much that I can’t believe I love you." The male then confessed as if his life depended on it.

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unwanted sight & presence ; luhan x bambam

Bambam heaved out an exhausted sigh as he made his way towards the shower. His head dripping from exhaustion. The day had been far too long for his liking -- and that was possibly everyday for the young student -- but that was not the point. He was tried and hunger and simply frustrated, (the result of the two latter combination) and so he slipped a groan while dragging his feet. Eventually reaching his destination, he lazily threw his towel over the rack before he leaned over and reached for the shower head, blankly turning the knobs to find his suitable warmth. -And when the right temperature drizzled against his fingers the boy regained his straight posture before finally stripping himself nude.

Not wanting to waste a second as he could feel a shiver creeping up, Bambam lazily tossed his previous outfit in the laundry bin and took his grand step inside. The warmth from the steam that was already making its way around made him shudder in delight and he stepped forward, allowing his exposed body to become the target of the water. Showers were always perfect for frustrating days and Bambam fluttered his eyes closed, allowing the peace of the activity to lift his mind from his previous annoyance.

He then ran his hand over his drenched hair, lightly ruffling the strands in the process and hummed, -- to which song, he wasn't even sure off, it just sounded nice and that was all the other cared for at the moment.