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172. GOT7 Bambam - My Baby

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Bambam reassures you that no matter how much time passes, you'll always be his baby.

Warnings: Fluff (ugh). Comfort. Husband!Bambam. Club-owner!Bambam (isn't he always in my AUs?) This just happened somehow guys, I don't really know what I'm doing anymore.

Word Count: 1.8k+ (see? I can write short fics)

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Note: Ahjumma and Ahjussi refer to a married or middle-aged woman and man respectively.

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Bambam could hear your sniffles from the other side of the front door.

His fingers trembled as he entered the code to the security system while trying not to panic. You were supposed to join him at the club earlier that night. Bambam had been lounging around in the VIP section when he received a text that you were on your way with friends. The message had a photo attachment; a slightly unfocused picture of black lace that was unmistakably a close-up of whatever lingerie you were wearing tonight. You always enjoyed giving Bambam a sneak peek of what he would find when he undressed you at the end of the night.

God, he loved you.

Bambam's mind filled with thoughts of you and the little black lace that he'd never seen before. It was hard to concentrate whenever the club staff would speak to him but he told himself to be patient. It was a busy Friday night and he had to focus on running the club, even if his wife was coming to meet him at his workplace.

But an hour later, there had still been no sight of you.

Bambam had to wave over one of the bouncers. "My wife was supposed to come by tonight. Can you check with security and let me know if she's here yet?"

The bouncer made a few phone calls to the security personnel at the entrance and informed Bambam that you had come by tonight along with your friends but you'd left again in less than half an hour. Alarmed, Bambam had started making calls to all of your friends.

He finally hit the jackpot when he called Yugyeom's girlfriend, and she answered the phone. "Yeah, we all came down to the club together. But she got really upset all of a sudden and said she was going back home. She wouldn't say what was wrong? I put her in a cab and sent her back."

Bambam dropped everything and hurried out of the club, telling one of the managers to handle things for the night. His long legs strode purposefully over to his luxury car. Within minutes, he was speeding down the highway towards you. What had happened? You had been in a wonderful mood all day, excited about finally getting time to come down to the club. What would make you leave without even telling him?

Bambam shoved the front door open and hurried into the living room.

You were sitting on the couch alone. You were wearing a gorgeous red dress that was evidently new but your heels were lying abandoned in the middle of the living room and your purse was strewn on the floor too.

You looked up at your husband with big eyes, shocked at his sudden entrance. "Bammie?"

"Fuck, baby, what's wrong? Why haven't you been answering your phone? Your friends told me that you left the club and took a taxi back home without any explanation!" he insisted while striding into the living room. Your eye makeup had started to smudge from your tears and as your husband came closer, the tears started to well up in your eyes again.

"B-bammie," you mumbled, your lips quivering in a small pout. You stood up and threw your arms around your husband with a muffled cry. Bambam wrapped his arms around you tightly and held you to his chest. "Bammie, it was awful!"