{16:16 pm}
Song: Royal Blood- Louis Futon
[A/N: Iâm back from the dead. well, not reallyđ đ college has been kicking my ass so writing anything is hard but I really wanted to post something for my fellow ahgases đ€§ .But his has been sitting in my docs since god knows how long but i hope you enjoy đ đ ]
âAnd why do I have to come?â He groans, rolling his eyes while leaning on the wall next to him.
âOh come on, like Iâm not gonna bring my girlfriend and show her off.â You look down and gesture to yourself.
âOh yea, cause Iâm just so damn attractive right now.â You were currently wearing navy boxers and a 3XL shirt that says, âIâm just here for the whiskeyâ, your hair looked like a birdâs nest straight outta a tree. You were just fine napping on the bed before he dragged you into the closet. He struts over in his very flashy clothes and pulls you close by the waist.
âWell I think youâre always sexy. I mean, look at you right now: this mane of hair you got here is just asking to be tamed.â You laugh as he smooths out your hair with one hand, giving a quick peck on your cheek. âPlease, baby girl?â He knows youâre a sucker for his puppy eyes and him using it on you for this wasnât fair.
âUgh, fine,â you say, pointing a finger up at him, âbut you owe me a whole day of chilling inside, ordering whatever I want and watch my shows with me.â He flashes a grin before moving away, running through the clothes next to you.
âAhh, deal. Now, what are you gonna wear?â You groan. You never knew what to wear to these things since you always tended to avoid them, letting him go and promising to watch him from a tv screen.
âGod, I donât know. Can you help me?â He throws you a half smile, lifting a coat up to himself before shaking his head and putting it back.
âYou got it. Now, you want something that shows the goddess you are, or you want something more subtle but makes all the girls jealous?â You felt embarrassed whenever he hyped you up like this. Youâve always been self-conscious of your body but slowly, you were getting better. You run your hands up your arms as you hug yourself, shrugging.
âI donât know.â He walks over to the other side of the room, looking at the clothes lined up.
âGot it. Iâll grab two outfits and you decide which one you wanna wear. Or you could choose whatever. You just gotta let me know so I can make a matching outfit.â You chuckle at that. He always wants you guys to be matching whenever you guys go out.
âOkay.â You stand there as he rummages through the closet, lifting fabrics up and putting them back before going to a different spot and doing the same thing. You smile as you inspect a shirt nearby, the black silk rubbing your skin smoothly. Your eyes widen as you notice the back design on the shirt: lacey with beautiful patterns. It was near your side of the closet, but you donât remember buying something this nice. Â âHey, when did I buy this?â He turns to look and laughs.
âHuh? Oh, that. Thatâs my shirt. I saw it while on tour and just had to get it, looks nice right?â You laugh, nodding as you look at the shirt one last time.
âYea, canât wait to see where youâll wear it at.â He doesnât turn around as he answers.
âNo doubt some award show probably.â
After that, he starts asking about your job while you pet Pudding, telling him all about Maryanne and her constant antics to get you in trouble. As you talk, you then noticed that he hasnât really looked through your side of the closet.
âHey, babe?â He hums, spinning around to look at you with grin on his face, dress and other clothes in his hands.
âYes?â You raise your eyebrows in confusion, pointing at the outfit.
âWhere are you getting these clothes? You havenât even gone through my side of the closet.â He smiles shyly, looking like a child caught.
âWellll, I may have bought some clothes for you a while ago that I meant to give you as a surprise gift...â Walking over to him, you pick up the dress and clothes to inspect them. The sizes he chose were a bit out of your comfort zone, you felt safer wearing bigger sizes to hide your body. But what he picked looked just up your alley. âAre you mad, Y/N?â
You knew he was trying his best to pick something you liked but you also wanted to tell him the truth, so you sighed. âNo, just surprised. I love the designs-â. He asks softly,
âBut?â You donât look up at him as you answer, walking over and looking for the size tag.
âLook at me and look at the size number: do I look like a size 14 to you? I donât know, babe, donât you think itâll be a bit tight for me?â Knitting his brows together, he takes the clothes outta your hands and place them down somewhere before taking your hands and leading you to the couch nearby. He makes you sit in his lap despite knowing itâll crush his legs.
âBaby girl, I know itâs hard for you to see this in yourself but, youâre so beautiful to me no matter what.â He swipes away the stray hair that fell in your face as his other hand rubs circles into your back. âAnd itâs not just me who thinks so, B/F/N, the guys and everyone who knows you thinks so too. To be honest, I had B/F/N help me pick these clothes out since she knows you wear sizes that are too big on you.â You chuckle, mostly at the thought of your best friend and him shopping together, but your heart really wasnât into it. He furrows his brows, wrapping his arms around you as you sink into his embrace.
âI know, and I know that you guys are helping me overcome my body dysmorphia but...what if Iâm not good enough for your fans and they get mad? âoh heâs with this fat chick?ââ He pulls away instantly and cranes his neck to meet your eyes.
âFirst of all, you are not fat, youâre thicc with two câs. Secondly, if my fans canât accept that I love a beautiful goddess of a woman then, they were never really my fans to begin with.â He leans in to kiss your cheek. âI donât like it when you put yourself down like that. Please know thereâs nothing wrong with you, okay?â You nod. You know heâs being genuine, making you feel a bit better, but you just knew you had to let him know.
âYouâre right, youâre right, but you know, itâs just hard for me sometimes.â You get up out of his lap, gesturing to yourself. âI mean, look at me: I have wide hips and thighs that touch every time I walk, I gotta get new jeans every two months because I end up with holes in my inner thighs. Itâs hard to look at yourself and think youâre beautiful but Iâm trying, Bammy, I really am.â
He gets up too, running his hands up and down your arms to soothe you,.
âY/N, I know youâre trying. Iâm willing to wait for you forever if I have to but just remember I fell for you as you are and nothing can change that.â Your eyes widen, turning around to look him in the eyes. âI mean it, youâre worth waiting for because I love you. Remember, all bodies are beautiful. You have a body; therefore, your body is beautiful.â He smiles, cupping your cheek in his hand. He leans in and presses a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin for a moment longer before pulling away. You sigh, feeling at peace in the moment as you rest your hands on his chest. Â You had nothing to worry about with him, you knew he loves you but hearing him say it meant so much more to you right now.
âThank you, Bammy.â Stepping back, he flashes a grin.
âAnytime, baby girl.â Not willing to dwell on your insecurities any longer, you look around at all the clothes around you and shake your head.
âNow, how about we listen to some music while picking out outfits for tonight?â He nods, grabbing his phone.
âSure thing. Any song in mind or just shuffle play?â You shrug, running a hand on the arm of the couch in thought before looking up at him.
âShuffle.â
After that, it became a whole clothing montage with mostly Bambam modeling outfits of course. Youâd laugh as he struts through the closet with a stern look, his puffy lips formed in a pout while he exaggerated his movements for more flair. You knew this was to cheer you up and it was working while you did your hair and makeup. You were glad to have Bambam as your boyfriend as you laugh at him tripping over his own clothes, making him wobble before standing straight again.
Despite fooling around for a bit, you both managed to grab two outfits for yourselves. After you approved the outfits he suggested for you, he ran over to his side and quickly found outfits to match. You laughed at him while he focused on what top matched what pants.
This took about thirty minutes at the most but to you it felt longer due to Bambam comparing accessories and shoes for about half that time. When he finally picked everything out, you realized you both had about an hour to leave and meet up with the guys. He lays down on the couch and props a hand up to rest his chin, looking at the clothes then at you.
âSooooo, what are we thinking? The dress or the jumpsuit?â Picking up the olive-green dress, you place it on top of you and walk over to the mirror, observing how it complaints your skin tone. With one hand, you run your fingers down to the leg slit, fiddling with the fabric in thought.
âI donât know, both are a bit smaller than Iâm used to... but it's not like I have anything in my closet that would work for this event. And-â He lets out a wolf whistle, getting up to rest his chin on your shoulder and a hand on your waist.
âBoth outfits show your delicious curves. Damn, baby girl, if I didnât know any better, I would think you were trying to seduce me.â You roll your eyes, turning around to swat at his arm, the goofy grin never leaving his face.
âShuddaup, you goofball. Iâm serious.â Putting the dress down, you pick up the jumpsuit and do the same thing. The dressâs fabric felt silky on your skin while as the jumpsuit has a slight smooth feel to it. Plus, the pattern on the jumpsuit doesnât stand out as much as the dress. Your only issue is the size of the clothes but if you were being honest with yourself, maybe it was time to try something on that wasnât two times bigger than your actual size.
The dress will bring more attention than what you would like so with a nod, you turn to face Bambam.
âIâm picking the jumpsuit.â With excitement in his eyes, he rushes to grab his clothes.
âAwesome! Let's get changed!â He darts out of the closet and into the bathroom, no doubt to fix his hair after changing. You just shake your head at him before undressing yourself, throwing your clothes to the dirty laundry pile.
Quickly slipping into the jumpsuit, you zip yourself up as much as you can and looking into the mirror. Despite your concerns and protests, the outfit gave you confidence. You felt a sense of power looking like a CEO of some random company. You would never pick this outfit if you were shopping but having Bambam and B/F/N pick it was another thing. You hear the bathroom door open as you give yourself one last look before grabbing some silver hoops to match.
âNeed help with the zipper?â Nodding, you turn around as his fingers touch your shoulder blades while pulling the zipper up. When he finishes, he smiles. âDamn, look at you..â Rolling your eyes, you walk over to the shoes.
âOkay, okay, you think I get away with not wearing heels or?â He shrugs.
âI mean, you could wear flats. If you want, you can wear heels and bring some flats to leave in the car? Up to you. Youâll be the best-looking women in the place either way.â You feel your cheeks burn under the compliment as he throws you a wink.
âBambam...â He raises his hands up in defense.
âAlright, alright, Iâll stop. But can I give you some rings to wear?â You thought about wearing rings. You're not really used to wearing rings like he is but you like some of the designs he has. Itâs kind of exciting to know youâll be wearing his ring, kinda like he is proposing to you. With that thought in mind, you nod excitedly.
âGive it to me, Bammy.â He chuckles, turning over to his case of rings.
âAlright, alright, I think I got the perfect ring for you.â After a few seconds of looking through, he hands you a few, not looking back as he places them in your hand. âThereâs a bunch there that goes with your outfit so feel free to look through them while I try to find the one Iâm thinking of.â You laugh before paying attention to the rings. All the rings are sliver with simple designs and as you pick one up to inspect it further, you giggle.
âUm, Bambam, Iâm pretty sure this one wonât fit me.â Looking back, he glances at the ring and laughs. Gently, he grabs it and gestures to your hand. Without hesitation, you place your hand in his, letting him slide the ring on your right ring finger. You both then snicker when it just hangs there, obvious it wasnât gonna fit. âTold you.â He shrugs.
âOh well, letâs try one some of the others.â He kept placing different sized rings until he found one that fit.
You loved how it complimented your whole look and quickly finished putting some light makeup on in the bathroom while you could hear Bambam running around.
Unbeknownst to you, Bambam was writing down your ring size in his phone, sending the guys a text
I finally got Y/Nâs ring size. All thatâs left is ordering the ring and then: SHOWTIME!!
He was pretty proud of himself that he managed to get the ring size without raising suspicions before he heard both his and your phone go off. He checked the new text from Jinyoung
Look at the gc name
He felt himself pale as he realized that he sent that text to the group chat with you in it.
âBammy?â He jumped at your voice, scanning the area for your phone.
âY-yes?â You were just finishing doing your hair in the bathroom and didnât hear the slight nervous tone in his voice, too focused staring at yourself in the mirror.
âWhose texting me? My phone is on the dresser.â Bambam was relieved to know you didnât have your phone and dove for it, entering your pass-code and deleting his messages. You walked in just as he finished, watching him curiously as he spun around and grinned. âSo who was it?â He laughs, handing the phone over.
âNo one, it was just your puzzle game notification.â You laugh along with him, none the wiser as you both leave the apartment.




















