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marvelous-llama · 9 months

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GOT7 recs

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OT7

The Mafia by @inyournightmares97

The Inevitability of You by @yehet-me-up

Soulmate series by @fantastic-bby (Mark, Jaebeom, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Bambam, Yugyeom)

Firework by @inyournightmares97

one shots

Trust Issues by @jeonronwoo

Mark x gn!reader (wc - 1.7k) established relationship - angst, hurt/comfort

series

one shots

series

Suits by @bambikisss

Jaebeom x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k + 5.7k) strangers to lovers, CEO!reader, CEO!Jaebeom - fluff, smut, romance Being a CEO of a big company has its perks, except for meeting the one. After you sign up for a dating app for the elite 1 percent, you match with someone who is just as rich as you. Is love truly in the cards for you both? part 1, part 2

Through His Eyes by @prettywordsyouleft

Jaebeom x fem!reader - angst, romance, fluff, smut Losing your sight after your accident was traumatic, and Jaebum’s guilt of knowing it should have been him instead creates an intricate bond between you both, as you overcome adversity and try to find your way in life again.

Reconciliation by @prettywordsyouleft

Jaebeom x fem!reader exes to lovers, business AU - angst, fluff, smut, romance You had allowed yourself to be undervalued for too long, as a business partner and lover of Im Jaebum and so you left him for good. When you crossed paths again, not all was how you imagined it to be. Could you reconcile after all the pain?

one shots

nights like this by @babecoups

Jackson x fem!reader (wc - 2.8k) brother´s best friend, idiots to lovers - angst, smut, fluff You have the worst luck when it comes to relationships, but sometimes the right guy for you is the one you shouldn’t have feelings for in the first place.

Light On by @cas-skz

Jackson x fem!reader (wc - 1.8k) established relationship - fluff, smut Jackson returns home after traveling. To his surprise, you're waiting for him

series

one shots

Plot Twist by @kpopchangedme

Jinyoung x fem!reader (wc - 5.5k) enemies to lovers - angst, smut, fluff? Being locked up until tomorrow morning with your biggest rival in the Archery team might not be all bad after all...

Royal Flush by @bambikisss

Jinyoung x fem!reader (wc - 3.6k) friends to lovers, knight!Jinyoung, princess!reader - fluff, smut, angst Your best friend sneaks into your castle and keeps you company before he goes off to war, leading to feelings being revealed.

Making a Move by @milfgyuu

Jinyoung x fem!reader (wc - 2.7k) roommates, friends to lovers - humour, smut, fluff

series

Destined by @prettywordsyouleft

Jinyoung x fem!reader soulmates - angst, fluff, smut You craved meeting your soulmate, but you wished more than anything he could be your best friend, Mark. When Mark finally meets his soulmate, you get the chance to find yours and he’s not at all what you expected.

enough by @ahgaseda

Jinyoung x fem!reader mafia, exes to lovers - angst, smut to survive as a single woman in the big city, you resort to letting rich men pay for your company, but never anticipated that your first client would be the boy you once loved, Jinyoung.

The Trial Period by @prettywordsyouleft

Jinyoung x fem!reader enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, romance, suggestive When the perfect studio space comes up, you leap at the chance to take it. Except, so has Park Jinyoung, someone you have hated for the past three years. Given three months to share the space before deciding who will claim it, can you push Jinyoung out by the end of your trial period, or will you find that the tactics you both use leads to something unexpected?

one shots

Open Tab by @milfgyuu

Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 5.1k) strangers to lovers - angst, fluff, smut, hurt/comfort A connection is made with a handsome bartender who offers you comfort, a slice of cheesecake, and so much more on your ruined evening.

The Seventh Wedding by @inyournightmares97

Youngjae x fem!reader (wc - 15k) strangers to lovers, mutual pining - fluff It took Choi Youngjae seven weddings to fall in love with you.

series

one shots

I Think I Love You by @milfgyuu

Bambam x fem!reader (wc - 2.1k) coworkers/friends to lovers - fluff, crack Bambam rescues you from the company party and makes a rooftop confession to you under the stars. It’s kind of magical.

series

one shots

oh my god, they were roommates by @babybirdgyeom

Yugyeom x reader (wc - 2.5k) roommates to lovers, mutual pining - fluff One night you couldn’t resist your roommate Yugyeom anymore and finally gave in.

series

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lucuslavigne · 7 months

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𖦹 O pai manja!

Bambam × Leitora.

๑: Bam sendo um papai ansioso pela chegada da filhinha, fluffy.

Espero que gostem.

— Kunpimook Bhuwakul! — falou assim que entrou no quarto da futura filhinha de vocês.

— Que susto mulher! — colocou a mão do lado esquerdo do peito. — Quer me matar?

— Eu quero que você pare de mudar os móveis da Phailin de lugar. — o disse.

— Mas desse jeito fica melhor! — respondeu como se fosse o óbvio.

— Você já me disse isso três vezes hoje. — suspirou.

— O pai manja! Relaxa amor.

— Bambam... — arqueou uma sobrancelha.

— É que eu 'tô ansioso com a chegada da nossa pequena. — confessou.

— Eu sei meu amor. — chegou perto do tailandês. — Mas isso só vai te deixar mais ansioso ainda.

— Tem razão. — se deu por vencido. — Vamos assistir algo então? — pegou sua mão.

— Vamos. — andou com o mesmo até a sala, onde colocaram um filme qualquer em que Adam Sandler atuava.

Passaram-se uns vinte minutos de filme, e Bambam parecia mais inquieto que antes.

— Bambam. — chamou a atenção do mais alto.

— Desculpa meu bem, mas eu 'tô muito ansioso. — deu risada.

— Coloca a mão aqui. — pegou as mãos do tailandês e as colocou em sua barriga, fazendo o maior sentir a movimentação da pequena Phailin.

— Ela mexeu! — falou feliz.

— Ela também está ansiosa pra' vir ao mundo, ela é muito agitada, que nem você. — riu.

— O papai ama você meu amor! — beijou sua barriga. — Espero que você seja linda como eu.

— Ah pronto. — riu. — Ela vai ser linda que nem a mamãe dela.

— Não duvido. — te beijou.

— Amo você Bam. — sorriu.

— Eu também amo você minha vida.

#97'liners como papais!#97 line #bambam #got7 bambam #got7 #bambam x reader #bambam imagine #bambam scenarios #got7 x reader #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #Spotify

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kwanisms · 7 months

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please note that I am no longer actively writing for got7 and that by putting this groups in the 'archive' does not necessarily mean I will stop writing for them entirely. Any series originally planned for any members in the archive have either been put in the vault or recasted.

many of these works have sexual content (18+ mdni)

♤ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ♧ - smut

◎ first time ♧ i.jaebeom

╰┈➤ oneshot; 3.1k; y/n's first time with her idol boyfriend

◎ second time ♧ i.jaebeom

╰┈➤ oneshot; 3.1k; ever since her first time with her boyfriend, y/n has felt like he was holding back. so she decides to see for herself what he's really like in bed.

◎ never mine ♤ w.jackson

╰┈➤ oneshot; 2.3k; jackson has fallen in love with y/n, only there's a problem. Jinyoung is her boyfriend.

◎ the day death fell in love ♤♧ p.jinyoung

╰┈➤ oneshot; 12.5k; they say you only become a grim reaper if you've done something terrible in a past life. Whether or not that's true, Jinyoung didn't care. He had a job to do and he did his job well, guiding souls to the afterlife. That is, until he met y/n.

ⓘ Graphics made by me. Content and support banners made using a template by cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All writing and graphics are ©️ kwanisms.

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 fanfiction #got7 fanfic #got7 angst #got7 fluff #got7 x reader #mark tuan x reader #jaebeom x reader #jackson wang x reader #jinyoung x reader #youngjae x reader #bambam x reader #yugyeom x reader #got7 masterlist

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 months

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Relaxing

Summary: After a long day at work, you get to spend the rest of the day relaxing with Bambam and your four cats.

Oneshot

Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 1,262

Bambam X Reader

Requested: I wonder if you can go a lil BamBam fluff :DD Like not over the top fluff but like domestic home fluff? Like reader comes home to a cozy house of BamBam and cats?? Idk, do what you feel is right! Love youuuuuu 💜

[A/n: I did name ½ of the cats. But seriously they can have any name you wish. (One is named King like Bam’s real cat but not an imitation). I don’t write about Got7 too much anymore, if that. I still love them but not enough to write about them. Anyways, the reason I took this is because I’ve known and been friends with this person in real life for many years. On top of having inspiration for it. And today she starts her new job, and I wish her lots of luck. Anyways, love ya too! Hope this is to your cup of tea!]

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You’ve waited for the weekend to come since the dawn of Monday, wanting to be back in Bambam’s arms. But with you both working different schedules, it was hard to be home together. As you clock out, you can’t help but feel giddy. You race out of the building, barely saying goodbye to anyone before hopping in your car. Your phone rings as if he knew, “Hey, Baby, are you on your way?” You grin, “Yeah, I’ll be home in ten. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He hums and says, “No, just you. I ordered your favorite, by the way.” You thank him and say your goodbyes, and after checking the coast that the was clear, you barrel out of the parking lot, looking forward to a long weekend of cuddling and relaxing.

You can’t help but smile as you see your shared home. Back before you bought a house together, he always felt like home. And now that you’re living together, it felt surreal, no matter how many times you return. You call into the house as you set your keys down, “Babe, I’m home~” He calls back, “In the living room!” You smile and reach the living room and see a precious site. Curled up on his lap are two of the four cats you share. You quickly snap a photo, and then he catches sight of you, “I’m so happy you’re home. I’ve missed you all week.” “I’ve missed you too, Bam.”

That’s when the other two unoccupied cats hear that you are home. You hear their loud meows before you see them. You smile softly as the one comes up and walks between your legs, and you pick it up and kiss it while the other leads you to your shared bedroom. The cats hop onto your bed as you change into your pajamas, waiting for you to finish cleaning up. They follow you back to the living room, where you settle beside Bambam.

He smiles, wraps his arm around your shoulders, and pulls you into his side. Your workday starts to weigh on you as you rest your head against his shoulders. He asks, “You want to tell me about your day?” You shake your head no, and he kisses your forehead, “You don’t have to. I’m glad you’re home.” The two kitties who followed you hop onto your lap, and Bam chuckles, “Seems like they’re glad, too.” You sigh, “This is nice. It’s good to be home.” He nods and lets you have your moments of rest and peace.

Once you unwind from your long day at work, you start scratching the fuzzy gray cat behind the ears, and she instantly starts purring. The other wakes up from the noise and gives you a look, and you let out a light laugh before using your other hand to scratch their neck. The cats on Bam’s lap stretch out and look up to find your home. The one nuzzles into Bam’s chest and asks for pets, which he willingly gives him. While the other, with its outstretched paws, starts making biscuits on both of your legs. Which makes you both laugh as you sit there basking in the moment. The doorbell rings. Bam scoots his cat onto your lap, which causes the one that was lying on his chest to hop off and head to the kitchen to get his food. You both laugh, and he pulls his arm out from behind you and gets up. Once he’s off the couch, the other curls up against your leg where Bambam was sitting.

You smile at the three cats and wait for Bam to return, “Whatcha get?” He grins as he reminds you, “Your favorite.” You give him a small smile, “I thought it’d be a good way to cheer you up.” You agree, and he pulls the coffee table closer to you. He goes to the kitchen, pulls out the utensils, and two drinks for you two. He returns, opens your cans, and hands you your meal so you don’t risk the three cats moving away. But alas, they do, smelling that it’s mealtime. “Did you give them their cans of food?” He nods, “Yeah, but the two here,” gesturing to the ones on your lap, “Didn’t want to eat until you returned.” “And what about Lamb Chop?” He laughs, “She already ate. That’s why she’s so content lying against us.” You laugh, and she moves into your lap after the two who smell pasta hop down to eat their fishy dinners in the kitchen. She rolls over as Bam sits back down and lays across the two of you, “The baby… Always getting what she wants.” He laughs, “Always. How’s our little lamb chop?” She purrs as the two of you rub her belly before digging into your food.

She hops down as you two finish eating. Bam gets up and takes your trash, “Thanks, Bambi.” He smiles, “No problem, Thumper.” You both laugh and after, he throws away the garbage. The two of you go and wash up after your meal. He grabs your hand in his, stopping you in your tracks, “Do you want to watch TV or head to bed?” You think about it before deciding, “Sleep sounds really good right now.” He smiles, brings you into his chest, and holds you, “Okay.” You nuzzle your face into his chest as you sigh. He runs his fingers through your hair and helps you calm down even further. He waits for you to part from the embrace before he asks, “Ready?” You nod, and he leads you both to your bed and lifts the comforter up for you to get under. You give him a light smile as he gets under the covers on his side before tucking you in and wrapping himself around you.

You hear scratching at the door, “Did you let them in?” He groans, “That’s what I forgot!” He clambers out of bed, unraveling himself before opening their mini door. One of them huffs at him, and he sasses, “King, we’ve talked about this. You get huffy with me. You won’t get any treats.” King huffs at him again, and Bam grumbles as he defeatedly makes his way back to bed. You roll over to face him as he climbs back in and gets under the blanket, “You, okay? Did the big bad kitty-cat give you attitude?” He pouts and nods his head. You ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek, “Aw, it’s okay, Bammie. He’ll purr, and you’ll forget all about it.” He nods, and lo and behold, King makes his way between you two and rubs up against him. “All is forgiven, little man. You’ll get your treat in the morning as usual.” You look towards King, then at Bam, then at King, and back at Bam before he gets it. And gently moves King from in between you two and kisses your nose, “Is someone jealous?” You pout, “Bam…” Which causes him to grin, “Your pout is so cute, baby.” And kisses your lips, “I love you, now let’s get some sleep.” You whisper back, “I love you too.” He turns off the overhead light with a command and turns on the lower light so you can rest at ease. He rolls you over, and you both laugh as he drags you into his arms. Your cats find their places around you two to sleep. And for the next two days, you can relax and spend them merrily with him and your four fur babies.

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spacequokka · 1 year

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Oh I’m glad you are 🥰.

Anyways can I request some were Yugyeom and y/n are in a relationship but Yugyeom shares everything to bambam to the point he basically knows everything that is going on with them and haves seen her nudes ( you don’t have to add the part if your not confortable ) and they get in a argument you can decide on the one ending 💕

Everything Changed

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader x BamBam Genre: Established Romance, F2L, Angst Rating: T Summary: You notice a change in BamBam’s behavior during an ordinary game night. A few questions later and the ground is dropping from underneath your feet. Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: mentions of sexting and a nude, lmk if i missed something

A/N: Sorry I took so long to do this! 😭 I tweaked some bits, but I hope this fits what you were looking for.

BamBam knew it was an accident. Yugyeom was always texting him stupid memes and gifs. “Copy Image” was his second best friend. Waking up to duplicate messages or screenshots meant for others was nothing new to him.

But a nude was.

There was no telling what the hell Yugyeom was doing when he did it. Maybe sitting on his phone wrong or drunk sexting. He was sure there was a logical reason for getting a nude of his best friend’s girlfriend. There had to be.

[Yug:] shit my b

[Yug:] delete that

[Yug:] like rn

See? An honest mistake.

[Bam:] yea no prob

[Yug:] this never happened

[Yug:] or else 🔪

[Bam:] bet 😅

BamBam shook his head and scrolled up to the picture. Time slowed to a stop as he glanced at it, committing the image to memory before long-pressing on it and choosing delete. Like Yugyeom said, no one needed to know. It was a secret he would take to his grave.

Or so he thought.

Saturday nights were reserved for hanging out with friends. If the crowd was big enough, then there’d be club-hopping or going to the movies. This time nearly everyone had called off save for BamBam. When Yugyeom suggested the three of you staying in with games and pizza, you didn’t object. The two of them were more than enough to keep the night entertaining. They were clowns who couldn’t drive, barely good enough to keep up with you in Rainbow Six, and terrible at teamwork based play.

You were sandwiched between them on the couch waiting on their last round of a Mortal Kombat match for your turn. So far, they were tied and this would declare the winner. Both were leaned forward with their elbows on their knees, concentration at its highest. You had to admit. Yugyeom never looks hotter than when he gets that look in his eyes. With his body in full contact of yours from shoulder to knee from sitting on the tiniest sofa he could find in IKEA, you were getting distracted with thoughts of the things you could do once the night started to wind down.

“Oh, come on!” Yugyeom spat and dropped his control upon defeat. “You kept doing the same bitch move.”

BamBam shrugged. “If it’s in the game, it’s fair play.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Yugyeom shot up from his seat, inadvertently pushing you against BamBam.

Your breast brushed along the length of his bicep before you caught yourself with a hand on his thigh. “Yug!”

“Bullshit.” Yugyeom muttered as he stomped off to the kitchen.

BamBam’s hands trembled as he gently righted you. “What a sore loser.”

“No, for real.” You frowned at Yugyeom’s back, missing the way BamBam bit his bottom lip before pulling away. When your boyfriend disappeared, you turned back to his bestie with a weak smile. “Ready for another match? I get to play against the winner.”

He swallowed and looked away. “Uh, sure. Just let me run to the bathroom first.” He was up before you could reply, accidentally giving you a face full of his crotch before disappearing down the hall. You blinked a few times. Was he…hard? You knew your brush against him was more than the usual contact you two ever had, but popping a boner like he was a preteen was a bit much. It was nothing like the confident flirt you’d come to know him as.

Yugyeom returned first, face still as sour as when he left, and plopped down with three bottles of soju. “Where’d fuckface go?”

“Um, bathroom.” You pointed with your thumb. “Is he…” How did you ask this without sounding weird? “Is he okay? I mean like, getting laid and stuff?”

Yugyeom’s eyes snapped to your face. “What?”

You groaned. Honestly, you should’ve just pretended nothing happened. “You pushed me on him and he ran off to the bathroom with a…boner. Did he take a vow of celibacy or something?” Of all the reactions you expected, it wasn’t Yugyeom blushing. First, the tips of his ears before spreading to his cheeks. His eyes were wide, every bit of a deer caught in headlights. Better known as his guilty face. Your eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What did you do? And do not lie to me.”

His bottom lip quivered, and he bit it before turning away and looking down at his hands. “You’re gonna get mad.”

“Okay, but the longer you take to spit it out determines how mad I’ll be. What could you have done to cause that?”

“Cause what?” BamBam cut in, awkwardly taking his seat next to you, this time doing his best to avoid touching you.

It only made you double down and poke Yugyeom’s neck. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Yugyeom flinched and spared an apologetic look to BamBam before he spoke in a tiny voice. “I accidentally sent your nude to him.”

“You what?” Your voice was eerily flat, devoid of emotion as the words replayed in your head. Yugyeom started to repeat himself, but you were quick to shut him up. “How the hell do you accidentally send a nude?!”

“I do it all the time!”

“WHAT?” You shot up to your feet and backed away from them.

“No! Not like that.” BamBam held up his hands. “He accidentally sends me stuff all the time. This was the first time a pic of you came up.”

“R-right! Please, it was an accident. I’d never do that on purpose. You know I love you.” Yugyeom slid off the couch and onto his knees rubbing his hands together. “I’d never disrespect you like that.”

Seeing him like this was enough to douse your outrage. “Okay, well then, why is BamBam afraid to touch me now?” You looked at him and addressed him directly. “You deleted it, right?”

Now it was BamBam’s turn to be sheepish and guilty. “I did. I just…can’t forget what I saw. I thought things would be the same as before,” he spared Yugyeom a sad look of his own, “but being around you fucks my head up now. I’m honestly having a hard time keeping a ‘friend, off-limits’ label on you.” He covered his face with his hands and exhaled hard. “I just—I know it’s fucked up and I’m sorry, you guys.”

Stunned silence filled the room and for the longest no one spoke. You could feel the comfortable life you’d come to have with them start to crack, and as the silence wore on, knew it wouldn’t be long before it all fell apart. But what to do? They were best friends long before you came into the picture. You couldn’t say for sure Yugyeom wouldn’t choose BamBam over you, and even if he did, it’d tear him apart in the long run. BamBam would sacrifice their friendship for Yugyeom’s happiness, but it’d set him decades back to his old, standoffish teen ways. You could leave and never look back, but you’d be leaving a large chunk of yourself in their hands. They’d become a large part of your life and starting over from scratch was a scary prospect.

Unable to come up with something to say, you sank to the floor and hugged your knees. Just a little longer, and there’d be nothing anyone could say or do.

“What if—” Yugyeom whispered, barely louder than the background noise of the tv, “What if you dated BamBam, instead?”

Your neck popped with how fast you looked up at him. “What?”

“Are you insane?” BamBam grimaced. “Why the fuck would she do that?”

Yugyeom picked at his fingers, head bowed as he blinked rapidly. “This is my fault. I-I fucked up, right? So I should be the one punished. I could back off and let you two see how things go. I could.”

“But I was the one who memorized the pic!” BamBam immediately ducked his head once the confession was out. “I’m the one who made everything awkward and weird.”

You rolled your eyes. “By that logic, it’s my fault for even taking the pic in the first place. You’re both dorks when it comes to women. You’re acting the way I’d expect him to react if we weren’t dating.” You looked at Yugyeom. “And if we broke up, what will you do? Sit on his couch while he cuddles with me like nothing’s wrong? I thought you loved me. How could you let me go so easily?”

“I didn’t say it wouldn’t hurt me!” Yugyeom finally looked up, eyes watery as his lips trembled. “I just don’t want you two to be unhappy. If you at least had each other, I could try to move on. You both mean the world to me.”

Silence followed again, but it was much heavier than before. Yet, in that heaviness, there was a spark of hope. Your throat ran dry at the thought, the absolute madness, of the idea. You had to swallow around the lump that suddenly formed. “Yug?”

He looked at you, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Yeah?”

“Think you could share?” You chuckled nervously, licked your lips and tried again. “I mean, might as well. I know you tell him everything, anyway.” You turned your attention to your pants, picking at a stray thread. “It’s better than us falling apart and not speaking or whatever. What’s one more dork to deal with gonna hurt—”

“Do you mean it?” Yugyeom cut you off. “You’re not just saying it, are you? Because if you’re okay with it, I don’t mind at all.” His eyes were wide yet still watery, as if he wanted to hope but didn’t dare tip over just yet. “You don’t have to do—”

“I do.” You said firmly. “Like you said. I love both of you. If nothing else, we should try.” You gave a little shrug. “Love’s messy like that.”

#got7writerscollective #kvanity #got7 angst #yugyeom angst #bambam angst #yugbam angst #yugbam x reader #yugbam x you #yugyeom x reader #yugyeom x you #bambam x reader #bambam x you #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 poly au #yugyeom x reader x bambam

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hwangyeonjun · 1 year

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14. i might

warnings: eunwoo is out of control

MADE IN 1997

summary: what it’s like to be in a group of different people born in 1997

pairing: the infamous 97 line x fem!reader

taglist: @angelwonie @sstarrysshit @nishmrriki @sol123recs @nichobins @anniebyanto @officiallyjaehyuns

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dejalix · 1 year

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A.M

Bambam x reader

Just read and find out (might become a series)

You wake up to see your husband still fast asleep. His rhythmic breathing filling your ears. You stretch a little bit before gently placing a kiss to his lips; a routine you started when you first moved in together. You brush a few strands of hair out the way admiring how peaceful his swollen face looked. You never understood how even when asleep he managed to look like something straight out of an art exhibit. You get up to stretch, the t-shirt you were wearing lifting up a bit.

You yawn wiping the sleep from your eyes. Last night was so eventful you don't even remember falling asleep. Bambam had got you and him first class tickets to Paris to celebrate your 23 birthday and took you out drinking to celebrate. "You look so good from back here" bambam says startling you. "Your kiss pleasantly woke me up" he says sitting.

You walk over to the bed "do you want another one?" You ask just wanting to kiss him again. "Of course baby" he says making you smile. You climb into bed just to give your husband another kiss. He pulls you into his lap bringing you close to him as you press your lips against his. You could feel him melting into the kiss placing his hands now at the small of your back. You feel the coolness of his wedding band pressing into your skin. You pull away meeting his gaze. "I love you so much," he buries his face in your neck. "I love you more" you wrap your arms around his neck kissing his cheek. The two of you get comfortable just basking in eachothers presence.

#black reader #x black reader #kpop #kpop x reader #got7 scenarios #bambam #bambam got7 #got7 x reader #bambam x reader #bambam got7 x reader #bambam x black reader

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winter-dayz · 6 months

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Best Halloween Ever

Pairing: BamBam x Reader (ft. Mark Tuan, others) Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff Words: 1138

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist: @soobin-chois

“Bam, seriously, you couldn’t have told me we were throwing a party, I don’t know, before the party is supposed to start?” You asked incredulously at your roommate who was tidying up the kitchen.

“I forgot…” He grimaced, putting away some of our more fragile items.

“Forgot? We went costume shopping together. That would’ve been a great time to tell me. Or maybe even this morning would have been the least you could’ve done. Not literally minutes before your friends are going to arrive–”

“They’re your friends too.” He interrupted, frowning. You had met your roommate’s friends on several occasions but still didn’t like to claim them as friends of your own out of respect. You didn’t want BamBam to think you were trying to steal his friends, and you didn’t want anyone inviting you places out of obligation or pity. So, instead, you often distanced yourself. BamBam hated that.

Especially because BamBam had been not only trying to incorporate you into the friend group since you both began living together, but also because he had been trying to figure out how to tell you for months that he had an embarrassingly large crush on you.

“Go get ready. I’ll finish cleaning and setting up.” He said, shooing you off.

🎃

You didn’t emerge for another hour. It hadn’t taken you that long to get ready, though. Your costume was a simple dotted dress, puppy ears, and black and white makeup. You elected not to wear the collar that you bought as a joke. BamBam had wanted to wear matching costumes this year but also really wanted to gender-bend Cruella de Vil, so you offered to be a dalmatian.

The party was definitely in full swing by now, made quite obvious from the music and loud talking heard through the thin walls of your shared house, but you had not worked up the courage to emerge from the safety of your room. You had no doubts, however, that if you took any longer, your energetic roommate would come drag you from your confines.

So you quietly snuck from your room to the kitchen, needing to have something in hand while you braved the actual party, whether that be snacks or alcohol.

When you did finally make your way out into the living room, you realized just how much effort BamBam had put into this party.

He had really gone all out, which of course he had, and many in attendance had matched his energy with their costumes. As you searched for your costume partner, your eyes roamed the attendees, picking out your favorite costumes among the faces that were familiar to you.

On one of your couches, Taehyung dressed as a robot sat chatting to Namjoon and his new girlfriend. They were wearing a cute matching dryad set. You spotted Lisa and her fianceé in matching vampire costumes, staring each other down like they wanted to literally take a bite out of one another. Yugyeom was on the dance floor with his best friend, oddly wearing couple costumes of an angel and a devil. You wondered what was going on there…

A tap on your shoulder brought you out of your search and you turned to find someone covered in a white bedsheet with the eye holes cut out standing behind you.

“Boo.” Your roommate’s best friend said in a kind yet monotone voice. Mark, also a bit of an introvert, had unfortunately come alone. His new roommate wanted to hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters since it was her first Halloween living in a smaller town where kids actually went out at night.

“Have you seen Bam?” You asked him, comfortable with him enough that you didn’t feel rude asking. He merely shrugged.

“He’s everywhere. You know how he is during parties.” He then gestured to your cup. “Need a refill? It’s hot under the sheet, I’m gonna go cool off in the kitchen.”

You shook your head, tilting the cup to show its fullness. “I only just now joined everyone. I shouldn’t go into hiding yet.” He chuckled and nodded before heading off to the kitchen.

You resumed your scanning, spotting Youngjae and his friend both wearing witch costumes. Near them were Yuna and Ryujin laughing next to the makeshift bar, dressed as a mummy and purple alien respectively, while Minho smirked at his own joke, golf club splattered with fake blood perched on his shoulder. You weren’t exactly sure who he was supposed to be, but it was festive regardless.

Finally you spotted your roommate, chatting lively with a twisted-fairy version of Felix. You walked over to the pair, matching Felix’s bright smile when he saw your approach.

“Hi, Y/N, you look so cute!” He stated before looking between BamBam and you, connecting the dots. “Oh, I see.” He mumbled with a knowing smirk before walking away.

You watched in confusion, “What was that about?”

“Don’t worry about it, you know how Felix can be.” Bam joked, smiling and secretly checking you out. “Where have you been?”

You scoffed, jokingly glaring. “As if you even knew I wasn’t out here. You’re always running between conversations.” He frowned slightly at your statement, but you took a sip of your drink at the same time and didn’t notice.

🎃

You had somehow gotten roped into a debate over the correct way to eat an Oreo. Werewolf-Yeonjun was arguing that biting into the sandwich cookie was perfectly normal, but Medusa-Soobin and his statue-girlfriend were on the side of pulling it apart. You didn’t really have an opinion either way but took to arguing Yeonjun’s side with him just for the sake of fairness.

You were in the middle of nodding along to Yeonjun’s point when suddenly you were being dragged away by your wrist. You were about to protest and snap when you realized it was just your roommate.

“We need to take pictures.” He stated, bringing you along to a moody lit corner. Mark’s sheet lay discarded at his feet and he was holding up BamBam’s phone, ready to take pictures.

You and BamBam took several in-character pictures, and when he started looking through them over Mark’s shoulder, you moved to leave. Bam grabbed you and brought you back over, though, before you got too far.

“Just a few more.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against him. You looked over your shoulder at him confused, but he only tilted his head and smirked. The flash of the camera went off and then Bam leaned in, kissing you passionately. The angle was a bit awkward, but you were happy enough to deal with it.

The camera flashed several more times before BamBam released his lips from yours and smiled down at you.

“Happy Halloween.”

“Best Halloween party ever.”

#got7 #bambam #reader #bambam x reader #got7 x reader #fluff #halloween party #non-idol au #oneshot #fictober

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melikeygot7 · 2 years

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DRABBLE FOR LIM JAEBEOM:

(there might be a part two, not quite sure yet)

You’re drunk.

The kind of drunk that has you so self aware you’re embarrassed of every move your body makes. Even the slight rise and fall of your chest with each breath makes you flush red.

You didn’t plan on getting drunk.

It was cocktails with some girlfriends.

A catch up girls night so you could all get re-acquainted and gossip about coworkers and recent hookups. There’s a few questions about him, but you brush them off and wash them down with each mouthful of flavoured vodka.

You don’t want to talk about Jaebeom, not now.

But he invades your mind after the fifth drink.

You can’t stop thinking about the way he smiles. How his eyes slip into crescent moons and his teeth are fully exposed, that little half-chuckle echoing in your memory.

You can’t stop thinking about his hands. How warm and soft they were when wrapped in yours or clasped around the back of your neck, guiding your lips to his or just ushering you under the protective layer of his arm.

You think about how his voice drops into a low, comforting baritone when he croaks out his “good morning baby” or the little niggle to his voice when he talks to his cats like babies.

You can’t stop thinking about how you’re never going to hear, or see, him like that ever again:

You call him after the seventh drink, mumbling into the phone about how much you miss him, about how much you wish he was still here with you. His voicemail is a familiar greeting but it never stops you.

He never picks up your calls anymore.

It makes your heart ache and stomach freeze.

“I miss you Beommie,” you near sob, smearing some snot across your upper lip and cheek as you wipe your face, your knees creaking as you park yourself on the curb outside the cocktail bar, shivering at the wind blowing you frozen, “I don’t know what I did wrong Beom but I want you to come home, I want you to be here.”

You plead the same thing into his message bank once a month and you never hear back and you suppose that’s what he wants, that leaving you was a finality and not a “see you later angel.”

You cry most of the way home.

Stumbling slightly on each shift or crack in the pavement, eyes shuddering under the neon lights of the night life. He always liked walking through the main streets at night, obsessed with trying new foods and taking portraits or landscapes of the people and places around him.

Some of them were of you, illuminated by bright purples and bleeding reds like a techno beauty from the future.

“Blade Runner,” he exclaimed clicking his fingers and curling over you a little more, bare chest pressed to your side and lips brushing your temple, “that’s the name of it!”

You miss him.

You don’t think he misses you.

You’re sliding your key into your front doors lock, forehead balanced on flat wood of your door to push it open, your disoriented limbs your worst enemy.

Your phone buzzes but you don’t check it immediately, too busy toeing off your shoes and trying to will yourself not to cry any more. It’s probably just your friends making sure you get home okay.

You just want to sleep.

You finally make it to bed, makeup and outfit stripped off and one of his old shirts tight over your shoulders and hips. It still smells like him, soap and something musky like cloves, ever the most calming scent you’d ever smelt.

You pick up your phone, ready to take a snap of you blurry eyed and in bed to your girlfriends, but it’s a text message that gains your attention.

“Stop calling,” it reads, your heart sinking and twisting, “you need to leave me alone, okay?

You want to cry, so you do.

You sniffle and shake under your covers and will your mind to just pass out from the vodka instead of thinking of every moment you two shared.

“Okay,” you message back through fogged vision, fingers hesitant with every word spelt, “im still sorry, I love you.”

You don’t get a response.

You don’t get closure.

He’s just gone. Touring the world and singing for thousands and performing and making his dreams come true, excelling and dazzling in every shape of form possible. You watch him through screens and interviews, face pinched and sadness swelling your throat up. He doesn’t want to know you anymore, he’s figured out your flaws, figured them out way to fast and booked it before you brought him down.

You don’t blame him.

You’re fucked up. You know you are.

“I was getting better,” you think quietly to yourself, not lying even in your not sober moments, “what did I do wrong?”

You never find out what “you did wrong”.

His mum still sends you cards and flowers on your birthday, despite knowing he wants nothing to do with you anymore and it makes your throat feel like cement. She still writes a little card, “happy birthday beautiful girl, we love you!”

You don’t know what it means, but you put them in a vase and make them survive as long as you can just so you have something to wake up to and make you smile for a while.

You still don’t know what you did wrong, even when your girlfriends tell you that it wasn’t you, “how could it be you, huh? you’re funny, smart, beautiful, considerate and kind. for whatever reason, it was him babe, it was never you.”

You stop mulling it over everyday and focus on work, on seeing your friends and yourself. You find a happy slice of life for yourself outside the realm of him and slowly, that constant questions about your faults and what he saw that you didn’t slowly dwindle into anger and aggravation.

You never would’ve done this to him. You wouldn’t of up and left with no explanation and hurt him like this. You love him, respect him and cherish your relationships.

This his him, his faults, his stupid, unknown reasoning and not yours.

You find your rhythm after that realisation.

He wants to leave, sacrifice you and your relationship and the future of it?

Fine, you were going to succeed and be happy without him, to spite him.

Fuck Lim Jaebeom.

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finallydelight · 2 years

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Welcome to the Strange World | Maya Chapter

Jieun's first time at the JYP Entertainment building.

October, 2013

''And this is the practice room.''

Jieun and her mother were receiving a small tour of JYP Entertainment by the big boss himself, Park Jinyoung. In a couple of days she will officially start her training here, to become part of their upcoming girl group.

He opened the door to the practice room and they were met with a couple of girls dancing around the room.

When the girls saw the man opening the door, they immediately stopped dancing and greeted him.

''Goodmorning, pd-nim!'' They chorused, standing in a straight line and bowing.

He smiled at the girls. ''Hello, everyone! I want to introduce you all to our new trainee, who’ll be joining you next week.'' He explained to them. He motioned for Jieun to introduce herself.

She bowed to the girls. ''Hello! My name is Kim Jieun, I look forward to working with you all.'' She introduced herself. She tried to sound as confident as possible, not wanting to sound nervous.

The girls nodded at her, taking everything in. One of them raised their hands.

''Yes, Jisoo-ssi?'' Jinyoung pointed at her.

The girl named Jisoo, turned her head towards Jieun. ''How old are you?''

Jieun answered her quickly. ''I’m sixteen years-old.''

Jisoo got excited upon her answer. ''Really? Me too, we’re the same age.'' Jieun found it quite endearing how happy she looked that they were the same age.

''Alright, we'll continue with the tour. Go back to practicing, girls!'' Jinyoung spoke up, guiding Jieun and her mother back to the hall and urging the trainees to continue dancing. The girls bid goodbye to them and put the music back on, as Jieun left the practice room.

''What are your first thoughts, Jieun-ssi?'' He asked her, curious about the girl's opinion.

She gives him a timid smile. ''It's quite different from SM, but I like it here and the girls seemed very sweet.'' She answered him honestly.

Jieun felt very weird about being at the entertainment company. Only the week before, she was still training with all of her friends and now she would be debuting with people she's just met.

The producer sounded content with her answer. ''I'm happy to hear that. You'll fit in perfectly with the group, Lee Sooman spoke highly of you in our meeting.'' He revealed to her.

Jieun's move to JYP Entertainment was a mutual decision between all parties. Certain people were spreading that she was kicked out or that she left, but she just moved companies. The board of directors and producers at SM Entertainment saw her more as a solo artist than a girl group member. It was Jieun's dream to be part of a girl group, that's why she became a trainee in the first place. So when the oppurtunity came to change companies and debut in a girl group, she took it, even if it meant leaving all her friends behind.

''The group now consists of five other girls. Lena, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Jisoo and Cecilia.'' He informed her about the group.

''Jisoo? Is that the girl from the practice room?'' She asked him, recognizing the name.

He nodded his head. ''Yeah, she's been with us for a long time, you two will get along great with each other.'' The confidence in his voice made Jieun and her mother less nervous about the entire transition.

''Do the trainees treat the newcomers well?'' Her mother asked him. She had been worried about Jieun's switch, knowing her daughter's exterior cold demeanor could be mistaken for arrogance.

Jinyoung eased her mother's nerves. ''They're very welcoming. We want all of our future artists to represent kindness and that starts at the training process. So that's the last thing you need to worry about.''

Jieun liked the man. He seemed very invested with the trainees and was confident when it came to them.

''Jieun-ssi, I need to discuss some things with your mother in my office,'' he remembered, ''you can wait here or explore a bit on your own, we'll find you afterwards.'' Her mother squeezed her hand and the two adults walked away towards his office.

For a couple minutes, Jieun just looked around the hall, not moving an inch. The silence was interrupted by distant whispers. She looked over from where it came from and saw a group of guys looking at her. When they realized she was looking at them, they quickly stopped talking and turned around. Jieun also turned around, being a bit uncomfortable with the whispers and stares.

She heard some more whispers and she turned back around to see the group pushing a guy towards her direction. Jieun was not impressed, if this was a way to flirt or to get her number, they weren't going to get it.

''Euhm, excuse me.'' The guy in front of her looked the same age, but he was a bit taller than her. He seemed nervous, fiddling with his hands and not being able to make eye contact with her.

She looked at him, quite done with him already. ''Yes?''

''Are you the new trainee from SM?'' He asked her, eyes full with curiosity.

She slowly nods her head at him, still quite uncomfortable with the whole situation that was happening. ''Yeah, I start next week.''

His mouth opened and he let out a gasp, turning around and nodding at the group of guys. Suddenly, the 3 other guys ran up to them, scaring the living shit out of her. Out of reflex, she took a couple of steps back. The guys, realizing they are scaring her, slowed down and apologized to her.

''It's okay, I just didn't see that coming.'' She laughed it off, not wanting to make a bad impression.

One of them pointed at her. ''Are you really from SM?'' He asked her. The guy next to him slapped his hand away and scolded him. ''Yugyeom, don't point at her, that's rude.''

He bowed to apologize, but still looked at her, waiting for a response.

''Yes, I used to train at SM.'' She didn't quite understand the commotion about her being from SM, the guys were also from quite a big company.

''That's so cool! Do you want to be my friend?'' He responded to her, pulling out his hand, so she could shake it.

She just stared at his hand. ''Can I know your name first?'' She was quite amused by the dude's bluntness

His hand stayed where it was. ''I'm Kim Yugyeom''

Jieun, who's more comfortable now knowing his name, shakes his hand. ''Nice to meet you, I'm Kim Jieun.''

Yugyeom turns to the guys standing around him. ''This is Youngjae, this is BamBam and this Mark.'' He introduces them to her, pointing at each member each time.

''How long have you guys been training here?'' She asks them, making a bit of small talk.

Mark starts off. ''Me, BamBam and Yugyeom have been here for about 3 years.''

''I've only been here for a couple of months.'' Youngjae awkwardly laughs and puts his hand on his neck.

She nods at their answers. ''We're actually debuting soon.'' BamBam excitedly tells her while doing a jump, that makes her laugh.

''Really? That's amazing!'' Seeing other trainees debuting always gave her that extra motivation to work harder. ''Yeah, with three other members.'' Yugyeom adds.

''How long did you train at SM?'' Youngjae asks her, turning the conversation back to her. ''I've been training for about 5,5 years.'' She answers him.

The eyes of the entire group widen. ''Wow! How old are you then? Cause you still look young.'' Mark asks, being quite confused.

''I'm sixteen, I started when I was eleven.'' She replies, finding it amusing how shocked the guys are.

BamBam jumps again, along with Yugyeom. ''We're sixteen too!'' He yells, while pointing between himself and Yugyeom.

Jieun can already tell she's going to get along great with them, especially BamBam and Yugyeom.

''Great!'' She laughs out loud, she finds BamBam absolutely hilarious.

Mark checks the watch on his wrist and groans. ''Guys, our break is done. I'm sorry, Jieun-ssi, we have to back to practicing.'' He announces, frustrated they have to go back to rehearsing. The three other guys have similar reactions to the older one.

''That's okay, I'll see you guys next week.'' They bid each other goodbye and she watched them walk away to one of the practice rooms.

''What did you think of it, Ji-ah?'' Her mother asked the moment they stepped into the car.

She shrugged her shoulders. ''I liked it, they're very nice people.'' She answered her.

Her mom nodded at her words, glad that her daughter liked the new place. ''Although I liked SM better, I think JYP is a greater fit for you. They're going to take good care of you there.''

''I miss my friends, though.'' She'd spent years with most of them, dancing and singing with them everyday.

Her mom grabbed her hand. ''I know, honey. But SM couldn't give you what you wanted, with JYP you're going to make your dreams come true, just think about that.'' Her mother always knew what to say. At first, she wasn't very fond of the idea of her daughter becoming a celebrity, but seeing her daughter's talents and potential changed her mind.

''You're right, mom.'' She smiled at her, squeezing her hand.

Her mom laughed. ''I'm always right, never forget that.''

''I won't.''

Taglist: @stopeatread

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sweetestofchaos · 1 year

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➳ paring: Bambam x Reader

➳ genre/au/rating: 16+, Arranged Marriage, Angst, Unrequited Love, Drabble

➳ warnings: Physical Abuse, Crying, Yelling, Not a Happy Ending

➳ word count: 316

a/n: Don’t ask where this came from...I have no idea.

The slap sent her tumbling to the floor, not having ever been struck before. Her cheek was sore, the skin heated as if she sat too close to an open flame. Bambam was above her, fisting her hair in his hand before he yanked her up upright. She hissed as her scalp throbbed from the sudden force. His eyes, blacker than any ocean, held no ounce of sanity as he glared down at her.

“Why?!” Spit flew from his mouth as he screamed in her face. “Why can’t you love me like you love him? I-I can give you everything! I have given you everything!” His eyes were wild, caging her soul like a bird.

“You are mine!” Bambam sneered as her face pinched in pain. “This is what you wanted, right? A monster! A cruel heartless monster!”

The humor in his voice was flat, dull...anything but comforting as he gripped her face harshly in his free hand. He forced her to stare into his eyes, his tears now dripping onto her cheek as he stared at her.

His gold jewelry suddenly felt so heavy around his neck as he watched tears slide down her face silently. Burning his skin as they followed his veins like a map on his hands to his heart.

“You belong to me...d-does that mean nothing to you?” He leaned in closer and inhaled the sweet aroma of her hair before he rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “I love you. I love you so much that it hurts.”

Their tears mingled and she hesitated to place her shaking hands on his wrist. He inhaled sharply at the touch, “I don’t want your love.” Her eyes were narrowed, watery and bloodshot as she struggled to keep herself together. “Love me?” She yanked her face free from his hold and spit at his feet. “I never wanted your love!”

#soc bambam #don't want your love #got7 angst #tw physical abuse #bambam fic #bambam x reader #got7 bambam #got7 unrequited love #arranged marriage au

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daesukiii · 2 years

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Bear Like Marmalade

Pairing: platonic bear hybrid!BamBam x gn!Reader

Warnings: cursing

Genre: the crackest crack to exist, fluff

Summary: You just want to enjoy a (pretty sad) dinner after moving. But your simple meal consisting of toast and marmalade is interrupted by your neighbour. Who really, really likes your food apparently.

im p sure i forgot to post this LMAO but still tipsy drabbles! or maybe we agreed to not post it yet? :inset thinking emoji: this was written july 3 so i definitely don’t remember anything LMAO

Word Count: 594

You had just moved into your new apartment, and you set up your space pretty quickly, so all that was left to tackle for the day was dinner. Except you had nothing to eat.

Look, being fresh out of college is hard, man. Basically the only thing you have in your fridge is marmalade and bread. With a sigh of defeat, you take out the jar of marmalade and start to unscrew it.

You’ve barely popped the bread into the toaster, however, when you hear a knock on your door. You wait just a moment, hoping that the knock was for one of your neighbours because dammit, you’re hungry. But the knocking doesn’t cease. So, with a groan, you slide out of your chair and drag yourself to the door to open it.

Before you can even comprehend what happened, someone pushes past you and immediately streaks into your kitchen. “Hey- what?” You’re confused. Startled. Befuddled. You can’t comprehend what just happened. “Who the fuck are you?”

You can’t keep the annoyance from seeping into your voice, though you’re probably entitled to that. The strange man looks up from where he had stuck a spoon he had rummaged for into your jar of marmalade. He doesn’t say anything as he withdraws a spoonful and just shoves it into his mouth. Your own mouth drops open and you are unsure whether to be angry or just plain disoriented.

The man finally removes the utensil and smiles at you and you get even more upset at that. “Hi!” He greets you with a perfectly cheerful voice, as if he had done nothing wrong. “I’m BamBam, your new neighbour.”

“What.” Your eyes have not moved from where they are fixated on…BamBam’s hand clutching your poor spoon.

BamBam squirms under your gaze (he deserves it), and follows your eyes. He stares at his own hand for a moment before teeming to realise what he had done. BamBam looks back up at you with dawning horror on his face. “Did I…?” he asks, and you nod, restraining your anger.

“Indeed,” you say with so much control on your part that you deserve a medal.

BamBam winces. “I am so, so sorry. I just…I really like marmalade.” Your eye twitches. You’re very close to beating him up. “Look, I really am! I’ll buy you new marmalade to make it up! My friend makes the best marmalade! I promise. It’s just... I really like marmalade.” He gestures to his head, and it’s only now that you notice the fluffy ears sitting atop his head. You didn’t even realise he was a hybrid.

But a hybrid that stole your dinner, nonetheless. “I think you owe me much more than a jar of marmalade,” you start, “because that was my dinner.”

BamBam winces once more. “I really am sorry. Marmalade is a bear’s weakness.” He offers you an unsure smile. “I’ll doordash you something. Do you like chicken and beer?”

You squint at him. “Are you being serious?”

BamBam’s eyes widen. “You don’t? Is it the chicken? I could get samgyeopsal. Wine? Coddled eggs? Diki Diki?”

He’s serious, he’s so serious it hurts, but you can’t help but let a snort escape you. “Diki diki? I don’t think you could get that delivered.”

BamBam smiles sheepishly. “I could try and make it?” You make a face. “Right. Probably don’t want to trust me around your food, or any food for that matter right now. Chicken and beer it is.”

Well. At least you have a story to tell about meeting your first neighbour.

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