"HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU KID!" A man, in roughly his 30s, shouted to Kunpimook.
It was 10:30pm Monday night, and Kunpimook was making his way home to him and his roommate's apartment from a party, when an older man from a pub decided to chase him.
It was pitch black, and he had no time to pull out his phone and call for help, so Kunpimook just ran for his life.
Streets upon streets Kunpimook darted down, but still, the man was in hot pursuit. Eventually, Kunpimook came to a run-down warehouse, which seems to have been abandoned.
It was rusty, the metal was coming off in places, and there was overgrowth surrounding the entire heap of rust and metal.
Without thinking, Kunpimook ran up to the warehouse and grabbed the handle. Sliding it across, he managed to get in, and shut it behind him.
Hearing the man bang on the warehouse door a few times, he slid down the side of the door, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Inside the warehouse was pitch black, it was hard to make out anything. The smell, however, was quite rotten. Clearly, nobody had been in here for years.
"It's not often I get people like you stumbling into my domain." Kunpimook heard a posh, deep voice erupt from opposite him, on the other side of the warehouse. A candle was lit by the voice across the room, and made it's way over to Kunpimook.
Stopping in front of him, the figure brought the candle closer to it's face.
Kunpimook saw a tall male, with tidy, yet messy brown hair stand before him. He had very high cheekbones, and thin lips. His jaw line could cut diamonds, and his eyes could pierce gold. Something about his cheekbones made his lips be permanently pulled into a very slight grin. His eyelids were loosely hanging over his eyes, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly, to give a tormenting look to twin the slight smirk across his face.
His ears were pierced, and small hoop earrings hung from each earlobe. His neck was long, and sharp. Everything else was blocked by the darkness of the room.
The man walked away from Kunpimook, over to some point of interest to the man.
Kunpimook watched the candle carefully as he saw the light be lifted, and was used to light a grander torch that hung from the roof of the warehouse. Now the room was fully visible.
Looking around, Kunpimook now saw a reddish carpet leading up to what could easily be a throne, a grand piano and a footstool. He looked left and right, only to see archways leading off to goodness knows where.
Looking up, he noticed that the torch was actually a large chandelier with candles as a light source. The walls of the warehouse were not metal like the outside, but white stone.
Looking away from the wall, his brown orbs met a pair of black ones. Instantly, Kunpimook jumped back, which only helped him get a better view of the man.
Now fully seeing the man, Kunpimook noticed the deep reddish/brown suit he was wearing, along with black dress shoes and a black shirt/tie. He was incredibly handsome.
"Jackson Wang, and you are?" He held out his hand. Carefully, Kunpimook took it and briefly shook it.
"Um... Kunpimook Bhuwakul." He slowly replied.
"No you're not. You're BamBam now." He renamed Kunpimook, as if it was that easy.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" Jackson said in his posh voice. "Jackson Wang. What's your name?"
BamBam stood there in silence, not sure of what to say.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!" Jackson bellowed.
"BamBam!" BamBam immediately spat out.
Jackson scoffed, and walked away from him. "Well then, BamBam, welcome to your hell- *cough* *cough* home!" He lazily announced.
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BamBam | Hell
Fanfiction"Get off me!" "Just one more..." How would you react if you wandered into a warehouse one night, only to be met by a blood-sucking, monstrous male? How will BamBam react when Jackson wants to keep him there, held hostage? Jackson can't stop hurting...
