April Fools?
Characters: BamBam (GOT7), female reader
Genre: Fluff, comedy
Words: 2631
Summary: Your longtime boyfriend decides to go all out for April Fools Day...god help him when you find him...but is it all just tricks?
Warnings: BamBam (I mean, that's a warning in and of itself lol) channeling his inner Loki and being an absolute menace, disgustingly cheesy fluff. Open ended for a smutty part 2 if anyone wants one.
A/N: I don't typically write fluff only, but I do write comedy and thought of this really funny idea for an April Fool's fic, but life happened and I wasn't able to get it finished and posted in time. Better late than never I guess? I'm not completely happy with this one, so I may do a re-write at a later date, like I have before. We'll see I guess. Anyway, time period is vague, but in this universe, GOT7 are still together and living in the dorms.
Tagging: @ot7sgoodgirl & @kpop---scenarios who would both kill me if I didn't let them know I was finally done with this. LOL. Love you both!
Life with BamBam was never boring. That much you could say, honestly, but it wasn’t always smooth. Let’s not get it twisted though. He’s been a good man to you over the last 8 years. He knows exactly when you need cuddles vs. not wanting to be touched with just a look. He knows all your favorite foods and drinks. He probably has your favorite books memorized by now and he’s supportive in ways that you didn’t know boyfriends could be. He taught you what a real and healthy relationship was and you’d be forever grateful for him…
He was also an impossible little shit!
It was enough that he was the most hyperactive human you had ever encountered in your life, (Hummingbirds on a diet of pure espresso would be calmer than him.) but he also had an obsession with playing practical jokes that had been long rooted in his personality; probably since birth. Over the years you’d endured every single prank you could possibly think of...or so you thought.
You woke slowly to the sun peeking through the curtains, focused directly in your right eye. You unwound yourself from BamBam’s blankets and reached back, only to find his side of the bed long cold. You turn and glance at the clock on the nightstand; 8:07am. Thinking to yourself, he didn’t have a schedule today, so you wondered what force of nature could’ve gotten him up that early. You turned back over to stretch and noticed the curtain had been taped; folded in an angle that would allow the sun to shine right through to your face. Bam had obviously awoke in one of his prankster moods. You’re gonna need ALL the coffee today.
Sliding your feet into your slippers, you stand and head to the dresser to pull out some underwear only to find what looked like cotton confetti. Your regular undies, your granny panties for that time of the month all decimated. Actually, your sexier selections were completely missing. You could feel your temperature rise with your annoyance and took a deep calming breath. You would just use snag a pair of Yugyeom’s boxers. BamBam’s tiny ass couldn’t clothe a Barbie doll.
You walk over to Yug’s dresser and notice the calendar. Today is April 1st.
‘Oh fuck, it’s gonna be hell today.’ you think to yourself and briefly consider how quickly you could book a flight to all points nowhere.
Wandering out of your room with Yug’s boxers and his robe; another item of yours that you couldn’t find, you head to the bathroom, needing to pee. You sit down on the toilet and are instantly launched back to your feet when you hear a dozen or so loud snapping sounds. Lifting the lid, you see snap & pops had been placed around the entire bowl. You groan and sit back down to finish your business, jumping a little as a few more of the little tissue wrapped novelties detonate.
Reaching to turn on the faucet to warm the water, you strip, step in to the cubicle, and pull the knob to start the showerhead only to find nothing coming out. You look up and immediately regret it as the saran wrap that was covering it gave way to the heavy amount of water that collected and you got an absolute deluge straight to the face. Coughing and sputtering a few choice curse words, you reach back to grab your shampoo only to find all the shower/hair care products gone. Literally not a sliver of bar soap remains.
You resign yourself to standing under the hot water and hoping to rinse away your irritation. Turning off the water and stepping out, you’re ready to brush your teeth and luckily find the toothpaste tube is actually a tube of Preparation H hemorrhoid cream before you’ve had a chance to ruin your toothbrush with it. It’s ass o’clock in the morning and you’re ready to duct tape your boyfriend to the nearest tree.
You wander to the kitchen, still steaming, deciding coffee is a better choice than a felony and start the coffee pot. You grab a mug and start adding your desired cream and sugar as you wait for the liquid motivation to brew. You really need to be on your guard today and that’s saying something because with Bam, literally anything could be a boobytrap. After pouring your cup, you take a sip and immediately spit it out all over the countertop and sink. He fucking replaced the sugar with salt and you fell for it!
‘Coffee shop it is!’ you mutter to yourself as you clean up the mess and head back to the bedroom to find something to wear. Opening the closets, you notice an envelope taped to the door that definitely was not there earlier. You glance around, seeing nothing else amiss, and open it carefully; half expecting snakes to come flying out. Inside there’s nothing but a $100 coffee gift card with a heart drawn in sharpie across it. ‘Oh he’s definitely up to no good with that large of an amount.’ you think as you shudder. Opening the closet door, you see none of your clothing; just Bam and Yugyeom’s. Yanking a pair of sweats and a tshirt from the hangers, you get dressed.
After a welcome respite at the shop, your belly full of warm hazelnut espresso and a buttery croissant, you steel yourself for your arrival back to the dorms. You reach out with a tissue you’d grabbed from the lobby and use it to type in the dorm code, half expecting the buttons to be smeared with super glue, but the tissue is dry when you ball it up and gently open the door. You peek your head in carefully but realize too late that you just weren’t quite gentle enough as what feels and smells like melted cake frosting pours over your head and a small plastic container falls from the doorframe where it had been precariously perched.
“KUNPIMOOK!!!!” you screech as you fling the door the rest of the way open and kick your foot towards the container, missing completely, and kick the heavy iron coat rack instead. You don’t even have a second to think, let alone move, before it topples you and you’re buried under various winter coats, hoodies, and jackets.
Wiggling your way out of the fabric avalanche, you stomp back towards the bathroom to shower, again, before the sticky icing substance hardens in your hair. Surely there’s some old bubble bath under the sink or something? However, as soon as you walk in, you notice there is a now a very expensive bath set placed on the shower shelves; shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body oil, and body butter all fragranced with your favorite perfume. You sigh wearily, reminding yourself that at least he replaced something and pout at the memory of your shredded undies. Once rinsed, you sprint out of the bathroom and back across the hall in just a towel. At this point, if the other GOT7 member see something they don’t want to, it’s their own damn fault for having eyes.
You shut the door behind you and lean heavily against it. ‘breathe 1234, hold 1234, exhale 1234, hold 1234’ you repeat to yourself a few times, eyes squeezed shut, knowing the whole damn day is gonna be like this and when you open your eyes, you find a large, flat box laying on Bam’s freshly made bed with a giant green bow around it. Instantly suspicious, you reach for the scissors in the cup holder on Bam’s desk and launch them at the box like a throwing axe. When there’s no sounds or movement, you carefully tiptoe over and cut the ribbon, using the scissor blades to lift the lid inch by inch. You find no set mousetraps or glitter bombs; only a beautiful strappy spring dress and an index card with another heart drawn in sharpie.
You pulled the dress from the box, holding it up to you and seeing that it, of course, it will fit perfectly. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice something that was under the dress; your tinted sunscreen, mascara, and cheek/lip tint from your makeup bag that was also missing from the shared bathroom and a brand new unopened bottle of your favorite perfume.
‘If you think this makes up for this clusterfuck of a morning, you’re sorely mistaken you evil little stick figure...but it’s a start.’ you mutter as you pull the dress over your head and smooth the fabric. Luckily it lays against your shape just right, so your lack of undergarments will actually go completely unnoticed.
You finish drying your hair, after making sure the dryer wasn’t full of flour or baby powder, and set about applying your makeup; also after making sure your mascara hadn’t been replaced by chocolate syrup. A few spritzes of perfume later and you head to the living room; phone in hand and ready to send the mother of all “WTF” texts to your boyfriend and maybe a few ‘screw you’s’ to the rest of the members for not being here to survive Bam’s shenanigans with you.
You look up as you enter and the breath is pulled from your lungs in an undignified shriek.
Across every surface of the living room, there stood dozens upon dozens upon dozens of red and black rose bouquets. It honestly looked like a florist exploded. On the coffee table sat the largest bouquet of all. There were easily 100 roses bundled together and nestled in the very center was a small card. Pulling it from the envelope, there’s a short poem in a scrawled attempt at calligraphy.
‘Roses are red Roses are black I know my face You yearn to smack There’s a reason For all this fun Back at the coffee shop You’ll find the “1”’
Pranks and a scavenger hunt? Bam certainly woke up in rare form today. You decide to send the text you’d meant to before you were stunned silent by the flowers anyway, only to notice that your phone was completely dead. You heave another great sigh and decide to head back to the coffee shop to see where this little adventure was going to take you. As you reached to open the door, your hand immediately slid from the handle; your palms instantly covered in either baby oil or vaseline. Cursing Bam’s entire bloodline at this point, you grab a kitchen towel to help you open the door and hang it on the knob after wiping your hands.
You walk through the door to the shop and are instantly greeted by a giant mylar balloon in the shape of a “1” waving from the very back table. There was no one seated there, so you walk over and find your favorite iced tea in a to-go cup on the table with another small envelope.
“Balloons go up Tea goes down Turn that frown Upside down Off you must go Your mood can’t be dampered Off to Saffron Sky To be primped and pampered”
‘A spa treatment? Now we’re talkin’!’ you muse, sipping your tea as you make your way two blocks down to the spa. Upon your arrival you’re shown to the locker room to change into the appropriate attire and taken to the jade room; a sauna made of natural jade stones backlit by infrared light. After that, you’re rubbed, kneaded, pulled and twisted by a halmeoni that could probably win a game of tug ‘o’ war with all 7 members by herself. Then another halmeoni takes you to the shower room where she scrubs you down to your soul before drenching you in some of the most luxurious lotions and potions you’d ever seen. All in all, a very peaceful afternoon passes in a haze of relaxation and you very nearly forget your morning in it’s entirety until you’re ushered to the front desk on your way out to retrieve something that had been left for you; another small card.
Now soaked and steamed like savory mandu I hope you feel ready For your next fun clue Back to the dorms No more pranks is my truth Head up up and away To the top of the roof
You could already see where this was going. He’d probably planned a little rooftop picnic. He’d done that a few times before and it was always nice. You’re still a little miffed, sure, but his mischievousness is one of the things you love about him in the end. You wonder what he’s picked for dinner as your stomach growls loudly inside the elevators to the dorm.
You think twice and cautiously open the front door again, just in case, but all you see this time is candles being the only light in the entryway and living room against the dwindling sunset outside the windows. Some of the bouquets from earlier had been dismantled as their petals now created a path that wound through the halls to the access door of the roof stairwell. Making your way up the stairs, you could hear music on the other side of the door...or was it just voices? You swung the heavy iron door open and your heart nearly shot out of your throat.
The entire rooftop had been decorated with the remaining bouquets, strings and strings of fairy lights mingled with whispy linens that waved with the breeze. 6 of the members were stood in a semi circle around the door, dressed in tuxedos with hair and makeup styled to the max, and they were singing acapella. The song? ‘I Swear’ by All-4-One. Towards the end of the chorus, you saw movement from the corner of your eye. There was BamBam also dressed to the nines. He sang the words, eyes focused on yours:
“For better or worse
Till death do us part
I’ll love you with every beat of my heart
I swear”
With the final two words, he dropped to one knee and held out a small velvet box. Sparkling inside was the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen, way beyond your wildest dreams. Your chest felt tight and tears threatened to spill down your face.
“I know today has been wild, but I wanted to show you that I know I’m not perfect. I will make mistakes and piss you off, but I will always do everything I can to make it up to you in the moment and everyday for the rest of my life, if you’ll have me. Will you do me the unimaginable honor of being my wife?”
You looked around the scene once more, the eyes of Bam’s brothers, and yours, shining with tears and tense smiles split across their faces. Then your gaze wandered back to the man before you. His heart wide open and yours to take if you wanted it. Your mind reeled back over the last eight years. All the fun, the tension, the heartbreaks, the happiness and you couldn’t imagine the rest of your life being anywhere else.
“Of course I will, stick boy.” you snickered, tears finally falling free as Bam jumped to his feet and wrapped himself around you; his smile threatening to tear his whole face in half. The whoops and hollers of your brothers fading into the background as your lips met in your first kiss as an engaged couple.
“So, I see how you made up for everything except the undies. Do I see a shopping spree to Victoria’s Secret in my future?” you ask with a smirk.
“Not a chance, you said yes. You’ll be lucky if you’re able to wear any clothes for at least the next month.” he replied with a lascivious grin.
