#b:drabbles

[a-bambam-lust-blog]

☁ #sorrynotsorry

(—— ` 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: bittersweet - amy diamond )

— before you and i go much further now,'im asking you to please tell me,'do you really want my love?

"Hey, Hyuuukkie" Bambam called out, reaching over to grab the others hand. It was obvious the younger was nervous and the way his fingers fumbled around awkwardly with Eunhyuk’s hand had conveyed that clearly. "Y’know I lov—"

(flashback)

Confusion settled on his face and he forced himself to ignore the way his heart did backflips against his chest. “W-What’s wrong, Eunhyuk?” Bambam questioned, surprised he even found his voice at that moment but the older kept quiet, the soft sounds of his cries muffling into his palms. There wasn’t much the other could work it, Bambam was ready to get some sleep until a couple of faint knocks rang at his door and pulling it open, the perplexed lad came face to face with a crying Hyukjae. Though, if words weren’t spilling, Bambam wasn’t going to force them and so, instead, he pulled the other into a tight hug. Resting the vulnerable Eunhyuk against him, giving him the shoulder, he believed the other was looking for. “D-Donghae broke up with me.” Hyukjae finally explained and Bambam couldn’t be more than stunned. For the long time he knew those two, he had believed (and the younger doesn’t care much about relationships and believing) that Eunhyuk and Donghae were one of those rare couples that would last forever. And Bambam would have said that— he would have said something, but the little relief that bubbled in his stomach, the slight joy that they had finally broken up, told him otherwise.

(end of flashback).

"I know you what?" Eunhyuk questioned, not truly registering the others words and Bambam, once he broke away from his thoughts, shook his head. A light (slightly weak) smile playing on the corner of his lips. "No, its nothing." He then replied.

— when you smile at me, its so bittersweet.'let me know, before tomorrow comes along,'cause baby im already in too deep.

Two years. It had been two whole years since the Eunhae couple had broken up and exactly two months since Eunhyuk and Bambam started going out. It was a miracle when the other finally said yes, when the younger could finally call Hyukjae ‘his boyfriend’. To the point, Bambam had pinched himself a couple of times to distinguish the difference between his dreams and his current reality— which eventually mixed into one. He finally had Eunhyuk and that was all that mattered. Or so he thought.

The first week was wonderful. They looked like natural lovebirds, buying flowers, having couple rings— going on dates, Bambam lived in bliss. However, reaching the first month mark, the younger knew something was just not right but he pushed it at the back of his head. Negativity shouldn’t exist when his hands were laced with the one that made his heartbeat. Nonetheless, Bambam wasn’t able to do much about the second month and though, he denied it so much— though, he forced himself to believe he was just overlooking things, becoming stupid and just tried — he knew Eunhyuk wasn’t in love with him. That those smiles and chuckles, that affection and care, all that was filled with everything and anything but true love.

— i cant let go. but this i know… i wont let you stay.'if you're not sure about the way you feel.'about the two of us today.

It was Donghae. It was Donghae from the start. It was Donghae after two years. It would be Donghae till the end and Bambam knew — probably more than Eunhyuk did. So, he ignored the way his heart cracked into tiny pieces, the way his chest suffocated him and the way his stomach twisted and turned uncomfortably as his eyes locked on the stunned other. “I think we should break up.” Bambam confessed, not surprised at the strength and willpower it took to just utter those six words and Hyukjae responded back with the quick ‘what’ but Bambam ignored it because ignoring was something he was getting quite good at. “I’m sorry— but I don’t think this could work out. You’re not the one I love. Please forgive me…” He just rambled, not knowing where the limit was, where he was supposed to stop until he saw the flicker of pain flash by Eunhyuk’s eyes and there was nothing much Bambam could do but look away because he was doing exactly what Donghae had done before.

Though, the knocks on the door grabbed both of their attention and that was the cue for the younger to finally let go. He quietly watched as Hyukjae brushed passed him, their conversation momentarily forgotten as he kept his gaze on the spot the other was previously standing on. There was no need for him to look back because Bambam knew exactly who it was behind the door and as Eunhyuk’s stuttering words broke the mere silence, the younger exhaled a heavy breath. His gaze lowering to hide the own hurt in his eyes. “D-Donghae?!” Hyukjae questioned, words stumbling over one and another while the other could do nothing more than smile. Both males eventually lost in their own world and the view of Bambam slipping out the door and vanishing down the hallway went unknown to the pair of eyes he had come to adore the most.

[a-bambam-lust-blog]

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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: dark side - kelly clarkson )

— will you stay, even if it hurts?'even if i try to push you out, will you return.'and remind me who i really am.

“Fuck you, Jinyoung.” The words escaped in a harsh growl and Bambam could sense the annoyance flare up on the others features, especially after the use of his full name. Though, Bambam wasn’t in the mood to care. There was no point — not when his own family barely accepted his existence. It was truly disappointing when one’s blood could care less and at that point, who cared about what anyone else thought. “Just get out of my way. I don’t have time for you—” But when the older barely budged, Bambam cursed. The pain creeping up the sides of his forehead. Despite whatever came out of the assistants mouth, the other was steady— not a single sign of faltering. But of course, JR wasn’t any easy target and Bambam could only curse some more at his current luck. All he wanted was to get away. Somewhere far. Somewhere alone. Somewhere where he could scream and shout and cry. 

— don’t give up on me.

"God fucking dammit. What the hell is it that you want?" Bambam could obviously see the irritation keep a permanent hold on the others face and it was more than clear that JR didn’t want to deal with any of this, however, that made the assistant a bit more angry. He was wasting both of their time then and soon enough a low growl emitted from the olders lips, drawing on Bambam’s attention. "What the hell is up your ass, Bambam?" He finally questioned. His brows arching as he tried to relax his cool but the other sighed heavily. "Just leave me alone." And finally, with his answer as a distraction, Bambam slipped passed the other. However, just as their shoulders brushed, JR’s voice interrupted and the words forcibly made the younger freeze.

"It’s your birthday, isn’t it?" 

— everyone has a dark side.'nobody's a picture perfect. but we're worth it.

"H-How did you—," JR interrupted with a cock of his eyebrow, his expression clearly telling the confused assistant that was a rather dumb question, so Bambam paused to let the other take over. "What kind of brat becomes a brat on their birthday?" The older questioned, still unamused and the other nibbled on his bottom lip. The heat that once radiated around him cooling as the male lowered his head, creating imaginary lines on the floor beneath them. At the moment, Bambam knew there was no other answer than an apology and still avoiding the eyes of the other, the male sighed. "I’m sorry—" He wasn’t able to finish once hands wrapped around him.

It was quiet and no words, nothing fell from JR as he pulled Bambam into a light hug. Squeezing the boy firmly after. It was weird how everything just fell into place, how the silence he had always loathed was now the one to comfort him and Bambam unconsciously snuggled back. Greedily, taking everything the other gave him that moment. It was funny, though. He had always thought playing the customary role, the role of obedience and politeness was what it took to receive the affection and love he desired — yet, his family barely gave him a second glance but here, at school, when he played the brat, when he did nothing but hurt and annoy people, even when he didn’t — when he was kind and cute, people gave him more affection. More love than his parents did since his birth and Bambam could only truly wonder why?

Pushing against the others shoulders, another heavy sigh escaped from his throat. “Stop. You’re just going to spoil me,” though, JR cut him with a hiss, his hands pulling the other closer. “Some people deserve to be spoiled.” He then explained and somehow, it came with the motherly affection the assistant had never felt before. So, Bambam let it go, he let everything go and hugged back, enjoying the comforting warmth that was Jinyoung. "Hey, Bambam?" And Bambam blinked, "yeah?"

"Happy Birthday."

(i don’t know. all i was picturing was momma jr.)

[a-bambam-lust-blog]

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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. —song: say you like me — we the kings. )

— cause im never going down. i never giving up.'if you like me then say you like me..

Brushing the strand of hair that covered the female’s eyes, Bambam spared the moment to steal a glance at the sleeping assistant. It lasted quick though as the touch had stirred the female and fluttering her eyes open, Suzy’s line of vision welcomed the grinning male. “Hello there, sleeping beauty.” He commented, regaining his usually friendly tone and the other replied with a shake of her head and a light chuckle. “How long was I sleeping for?” The female was quick to question and Bambam shrugged before loosely glancing over at the clock. “Probably twenty minutes or so—” And he noticed how surprised the other was with that information, throwing whatever book that was in her grip on the table before her. “Hey, Suzji, you know if you can’t get to sleep at night, you can always come to my room and cuddle with me.” He informed with a dorky grin because after the other had accepted to be his fake girlfriend for a day, Bambam and Suzy had hit it off really well. Nearly close friends, but as a shade of link pink crept up the female’s cheeks, the assistant could only wonder if there was something more. 

— shes just waiting for that one to take her hand and shake her up.'i bet i could.

Screw it. There was definitely something more. A crush and it was developing fast. Bambam, as many came to know, wasn’t one the did well with commitments, with feelings— with crushes but the one Suzy had for him was rather adorable. And it was only after the second week did Bambam realize, he could have possibly felt the same. It was a big step for someone like him but that only meant Suzy was someone different, someone worthy of his feelings. And she was. She was someone that risked being his girlfriend, (and possibly wife) without any pestering questions. She was someone that rambled on about her flaws during their first formal introduction, (barely even bragging about her achievements like 9 out of 10 dates Bambam had been on) and she was someone that had a like for dolphins and puppies. 

— time to fall into my arms.'cause i've been waiting for too long.

As his hand was swatted away for the nth time that evening, Bambam finally pulled up a pout. “Just one bite.” He whined at the female who simply shook her head. “You have to wait, Bam.” She retorted serious and at the moment, the male could only wonder why in the hell were both of them in the kitchen. (Though, he made sure to keep away from the stove and pocket his fingers at all time). Neither were decent cookers and as a puff a flour exploded in the female’s face, Bambam couldn’t help but crack into a fit of laughter. His arms wrapping around his stomach in excitement as he kept his gaze on the flour-covered face of Suzy’s. Though, it was quick for the female to narrow her glare and deciding on her payback (which was to throw some back), Bambam drew his attention on the little squeak that emitted her lips as she slipped (due to the excessive amount of flour on the floor). However, the male was surprisingly quick to to react and reaching his arms out to grab her— Bambam could only blink when another presence did his deed. His view glancing over at Suzy who was now in her best friend’s, Chen’s arms. “Hey there, bestie.” The flirt called out cheerfully and Suzy could only chuckle at the sudden appearance, thanking him with her smile first.

Both became unknown to the disappointment that radiated off Bambam. The chance for the other to fall into his own arms clockblocked by Jongdae and unwrapping the suddenly silly apron around his waist, the assistant dug his fingers into his jean pockets. “Ah,” he suddenly called out, the attention of the other two finally on him as Chen, after what seemed like a decade in Bambam’s eyes, finally released Suzy. “I forgot I had something to do— so, sorry Suzji, I can’t help you out with your cooking but I’m pretty sure Chennie could take my spot.” He explained, though, it was nothing more than a lie and ignoring the confused eyes of the females, Bambam watched as Jongdae shrugged lightly before nodding. “Sure thing—” though, the words of the other were barely finished before Bambam started to walk away.

Jealous, psst. Bambam doesn’t get jealous. 

[a-bambam-lust-blog]

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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: perfume - britney spears )

— do i imagine it, or do i see your stare.'is there still longing there?

"Ayo, boyfriend." Nudging the other with an obvious coy grin, Bambam reached over to link his fingers with Donghae’s. Ignoring the heavy crowds and the loud beats that echoed against the walls for a mere second to just concentrate on the warm hand that was now grasped with his. It was only after did the coy grin turn into a genuine smile and Bambam took the second to glance around the dorm party. His gaze settling around the spaceless patio. The midnight breeze hitting softly against his heated skin. "Having fun?" The assistant then questioned, though, when silence was his answer, Bambam glanced over at Donghae, who was too occupied with his phone. "Everything alright?" And it was only after that did the older snap out from his daze, a light smile settling on his lips as he nodded. "Mhm, yeah. Everythings fine." 

— i want to believe.'its just you and me.

"Have any of you guys seen Donghae?"

"He’s your boyfriend, Bambam. Shouldn’t you know?"

A soft sigh was his answer and his view dropped on his phone. The messages he sent, the last one just a minute ago, still not replied to. It had been like that for the past week, the brunette was getting harder to find and a frown curved the assistant’s lips. They were supposed to meet up. The date they had planned a month ahead was today but— Donghae, where was he?

Deciding to check up on the others dorm room once more, Bambam’s eyebrows arched once he realized the place was suddenly occupied. “Hae,” he called out — only to be greeted by another person and staying quiet, Bambam’s eyes drifted between the stranger and Donghae. Somehow, the conversation seemed serious and he kept silent, not wanting to bother whatever was happening between the two. Though, it was short lived with the other male, the one he didn’t seem to recognize pushed past him without a second glance and the assistant played with the corner of his lips, confused. “Is everything alr—”

Bambam was shushed when a pair of soft lips pressed against his, the puzzlement forgotten when he kissed back. Seeking for the mouth that he was always fond of. It took a couple of quick seconds before they split and the younger sought out to meet Donghae’s eyes. “What’s wrong?” That was the first question that escaped Bambam’s throat, the main question he wanted an answer to because knowing the brunette nearly inside and out, it was easy to figure out the uneasy feeling that settled around the other but Donghae shook his head, his dorky smile playing his lips.

"Nothing. I just missed you, that’s all." 

— current boyfriend, ex-boyfriend. i’m trying to be cool.'am i being paranoid?

His ex? Bambam could feel his stomach twist uncomfortably. That male that was in his room last night was Donghae’s ex? The assistant didn’t know what to make out of that. He put all his trust on his boyfriend but the feeling that there was someone else before him— someone else that Donghae liked enough to claim as his boyfriend made the knots in Bambam’s stomach tighter. What was he supposed to do now? Go and ask why the others ex was in his room when they were supposed to be out on a date? No. Bambam wasn’t going to get all paranoid.

— so i wait for you to call. and i try to act natural.'have you been thinking 'bout him or about me?

Fumbling with his phone, the assistant exhaled a breath of exhaustion. It was nearly midnight and still— Donghae hadn’t called him. There was no silly laughter on the other end of his phone nor was there any special goodnight text and Bambam couldn’t help but feel empty. It was weird where his thoughts led him, how at the end of the day he’d go back to being insecure. But there was a question that couldn’t help but to get him curious — who was the one that Donghae was currently thinking of?

— im going mark my territory.

Back at the second dorm party in the past two weeks, Bambam’s eyes fell onto the one he was looking for. Donghae was just a foot away and yet, instead of reaching over to nudge him and grin his stupid usual grin, Bambam’s fingers curled. He knew why — Donghae’s ex was right beside him and after figuring out the other was apart of his boyfriends history, Bambam hadn’t said much. Ever since their supposed date night nothing but distance grew between them.

Faded text messages, missed phone calls — the two barely hung around at lunch time and it was to the point, those around them started to notice, questioning an answerless Bambam on what exactly happened between the once loving couple.

Surpassing another sigh, probably the nth one that moment, the assistant drank away his problems. If Donghae was going to ignore him, Bambam was going to play the same game — or so, he thought and once the seventh shot of tequila hit him, the younger made him way towards his boyfriend. There wasn’t much words and a conversation was rather impossible to start because, gripping onto the hem of the others collar, Bambam pulled Donghae towards him, crashing their lips for what seemed like after a decade.

The party went on as normal, no one really caring about a typical kiss before Bambam pushed back. His eyes dancing across the others, trying to read his expression because drunk or not, he realizes his actions and everything comes crashing down. What was he currently doing? Marking his territory? Bambam lowered his gaze, ashamed. “Sorry.” He muttered, not paying attention to the other male beside them. “I’m real sorry.”

— please don’t forget me.

He took another breath, his fingers nervously trembling against the door before he mustered his courage and knocked. “Hae…” Bambam called, taking a step in and just like deja vu, his eyes scanned across his boyfriend and his ex back in Donghae’s bedroom. There was a light cringe in his chest and though, Bambam forced himself to not think so far, he couldn’t help it, especially when the arms that always lovingly wrapped around him were now wrapped around a stranger and dropping his gaze on anything and everything that seemed more interesting, Bambam took a step back. “Sorry for intruding…” He apologized.

Though, before he could step himself out and close the door, pretend like he was actually alright, fingers grasped around his wrist and pulled him in. “Whaa—” he blinks not knowing what truly happened but once he found himself back in Donghae’s arms, he couldn’t seem to mind. “This,” The older finally spoke up, his eyes landing on the other male and Bambam stayed mute, wondering what they were discussing. 

"This is my boyfriend, Bambam. The only one thats in my heart right now." He continued, his voice serious and stern and the assistant could only wonder when was the actual last time the other got serious? Still, the words overpowered all those thoughts and Bambam felt a couple of squirming butterflies in his stomach. Frankly, he was embarrassed but most of all, he was happy. Donghae used the word ‘boyfriend’ and it wasn’t used to refer his ex but himself, Kunpimook Bhuwakul.

— but im your boyfriend.'now im your boyfriend.

"He came back so sudden— I was surprised but I didn’t want you to find out." Donghae explained, his head lowered and his expression nothing more than that of a kicked puppy. "Having you get involved with my past is cruel, I didn’t want you to get hurt but I think that was inevitable." The flirt sighed, his frown deepening, "but why did you apologize?" Donghae suddenly questioned.

"What?" Bambam then countered, confused.

"After you kissed me at the dorm party, why’d you apologize?"

Bambam chuckled, shaking his head. “Forget about that. Just kiss me now.” And this time it was Donghae who shook his head, childishly folding his arms and pressing them to his chest. “You kiss me first.”

And so Bambam did. Not really holding back. He missed Donghae and having the other back in his arms, the assistant wasn’t going to waste another second.

[a-bambam-lust-blog]

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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: crawl - superchick )

— my heart, my soul aches. i don’t know what to do.'i bend, but don't break. somehow ill get through.

"Father, I came to visit. I—" His words were forcibly cut once a hand waved, dismissing anything and everything he had to say. The announcement that he’s having fun at Atrapado, that he met a couple of good people — that his son is doing well was vanished without a second thought. Had he become stupid? His father wasn’t interested in his stories. It wasn’t like they were family — that was just a label stuck on by society; he just lived with a couple of strangers that were linked to him by blood. Not affection, but blood and Bambam once again got carried away by the thought of being home.

A soft sigh escaped his throat. There was no point in returning — not when he was nothing more than invisible to the eyes he wanted to shine in front. "I’ll be leaving now. Please let mother know I dropped by."    

— cause i have you.'and when i have to crawl.'well, you'll crawl too.

There was nothing but annoyance drawn on his face and Bambam held back the profanity. “Being one minute late isn’t going to kill anyone,” he growled back. Eyebrows scrunching with his scowl, he wasn’t the type to throw rages fits at his professors — but today, today he couldn’t seem to take it. Everything felt like it was swallowing him and there was no place to run. “Bambam” His name rang sharp through the classroom, all eyes switching between the assistant and the professor, curious of the outcome. “Wait in the hallway. We’ll speak once I finish my lesson.” And Bambam figured there was no more use in arguing, he wasn’t going to become anyones source of entertainment and as his eyes flickered over a bunch of wide-eyed students, he sighed before turning his heel and making his leave.

He threw his bag roughly on the floor beside him as he pressed his shoulders against the bricked walls.There was an exhausted sigh before he let his mind run through his thoughts. The thoughts of him and his father, the sole reason for his distress.

Though, that lasted only a couple of seconds and once a yell for a name was heard, Bambam glanced over at his classroom door. A figure, someone that the assistant knew was in his class but didn’t know well enough, exited and their gazes automatically locked. Bambam stood confused. Confused on why the male was outside walking towards him when inside their classroom, their professor was yelling for his name. “You do know that our teacher is calling you, right?” Bambam managed to question, trying to understand the situation as the other nodded. “I do,” Simon responded with an expression that barely expressed his worries.

"And then, you’re out here … because?"

At the moment, Bambam blinked as the other cut him off. “Are you doing okay?” The sudden question got the assistant even more puzzled and he blankly watched as the older reached over to rub the back of his neck— as if he was itching to say something. “I mean, you seemed all upset in the classroom and I could only wonder.., I don’t want to pry or anything but if you want to talk— even though we’re not friends, I can always listen.” The rambles indicated Simon was a bit nervous and Bambam could only blink in disbelief. Those words— that whole response was something he waited everyday for his father to ask him but instead, here he was, in front of someone that he barely knew, who expressed their genuine concern and Bambam could only smile.

A helpless but true smile. “You’re precious.” He lowered his gaze, biting on the sides of his smile. “But thank you.”

[a-bambam-lust-blog]

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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: goodnight kiss - hyosung )

— you sleep so nicely.i even want to listen to your breathing closer.

"This is the good part, I’m telling you. It completely blew my min—." Though, silence took over his words as Bambam’s gaze met with his sleeping partner. The younger boy huddled beside him in a quiet slumber. "I guess I wore him out…" eyes rose to meet with the hanging clock, the words were also in a whisper, caution of waking up the little fellow before fingers reached over to swipe at the bangs that fell onto the others eyes. "But, you could have just told me you were sleepy," Bambam mumbled, though, it carried his concern and his view wandered over his passed out friend. Shin was cute, but sleeping Shin was somehow ten times more cuter. 

— goodnight, my baby.

Gently dropping the male on his mattress, Bambam reached over to pull the covers over Shin. The other was apparently too exhausted to even notice the change of location, (or the hassle of moving him from the media room to his own dorm room) but the moment the younger stirred in his sleep, his expression scrunching in utter cuteness, Bambam couldn’t find the second to care. It seemed like it was worth it and regaining his posture and straightening his back, the assistant glanced over the empty room. Sleepiness slowly devouring his own self as he remembered it was past 1 am.

Deciding it was finally time to hit his own bed, Bambam, without much thought, curled forward. His lips pressing against Shin’s forehead for a brief second. “Goodnight,” he whispered, all hoarse due to the lack of his energy before he leaned back up and headed for the door. He kept note of making sure the next time the both of them decide to watch a marathon, it’d be in one of their own rooms and finally closing the door behind him, Bambam made way to his own bed. His hands rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes as the vivid image of a sleepy Shin was still playing in his head.

"Yup, he’s a pretty one…"

[a-bambam-lust-blog]

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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: inconsolable - backstreet boys )

— i close the door. (…)i wanna let you walk away tonight without a word.

It slammed hard, Bambam barely even registering his own strength until the echo, harsh and heavy, filled the room and he could only take a moment to think. To breathe. It was helpless, though, when thoughts flooded and clouded his mind, leaving him to only suffocate. How did things turn out this way? A light disagreement turned into a harsh argument and neither backed up until the very end— when it was all too late. Dropping his face in his palm, Bambam cursed, living in his regrets.

— keepin it inside, its killing me.cause all i ever wanted comes right down to you.i wish i could find the words to say.

The words he wished to say, ‘I’m sorry’, weren’t enough and Bambam knew. He didn’t deserve to mutter those words, sincere or not. He hurt Minki— and he hurt Minki bad and it took one more twist before the assistant finally pulled the covers of him, he wasn’t going to sleep. His guilt wouldn’t allow him to and an exhausted sigh escaped his throat as he grabbed his jacket and headed down the corridor. ‘I’ll talk to him if I see him’— he excused, knowing he wasn’t confident enough to approach the other just yet but as eyes dropped on a familiar face, a face he wasn’t ready to see, Bambam felt a lump in his throat.

"Minki…" He called out, it was the only word that he could find and clutching his fingers together, the younger exhaled a breath. "I’m—" he paused, though, the apology still something he felt like he couldn’t say and that resulted into nothing more than silence. He could sense the disappointment waver from the other and frowned, dropping his head. "I still want to be friends." Bambam then confessed and he meant that truthfully. "But its up to you, whether you can accept me back — I…" he froze.

There was nothing more he could say.

He couldn’t find the words he wished to say.

[a-bambam-lust-blog]

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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.