Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

where are my shoes | bambam

fluff, clean

The moment you stepped inside the restaurant, the scent of alcohol nearly knocked the wind out of you. Grimacing and stifling a gag, you followed the sound of shouting boys and bottles clinking together. When you turned the corner, you rolled your eyes and shook your head.

Bambam downed the last of his drink and slammed the glass on the table, celebrating the feat with the boy next to him. The rest of his friends were passed out with their heads on their overlapped arms. You could faintly hear snoring.

"Bambam," you called calmly.

Surprised, Bambam whipped around in his seat and promptly tumbled out of it, tripping over his own feet and landing in your waiting arms.

"Hi," he greeted, leaning in for what would have been a very messy kiss.

You held up your hand, pushing his oncoming lips away from you and resisting the urge to faint from the sheer smell of his breath. "The aunties called me. Said you were cut off," you informed, keeping a firm grip on his shirt as you grabbed his jacket draped over the back of his chair.

"That is... nonsense," your boyfriend exclaimed, watching you intently as you thanked the owners for their patience.

"Let's go," you said with no room for dissent.

Bambam met your eyes and you thought you saw a tiny streak of rebellion flaring on his face. It quickly died and was replaced with a beaming smile. Letting his arm hang across your shoulders, Bambam used you as his crutch, yelling farewell to his unconscious drinking buddies.

It was the middle of the night and the streets were dead. You were very appreciative of the silence. At least, until Bambam began to sing at the top of his lungs.

He stumbled at your side like a newborn deer unaware of its legs. You held his wrist to keep his arm over your shoulders while your free hand was tangled in the material on his hips.

"Bam, I know you probably won't remember any of this," you started, huffing out of breath with the effort. "But you really need to be smarter than that."

"I'm very smart," he retorted, turning his head to let it rest on top of yours.

You groaned. He had texted you that a few of his old classmates came to visit and when he briefly mentioned they planned to get him drunk, you knew this would happen. Bambam couldn't hold his liquor, but boy, did he try.

He continued singing some awful rendition of a song you couldn't quite place and you rolled your eyes once again. Then, without warning, Bambam shook free of your hold and bolted.

"Bam," you shouted, chasing after him as he ran to a light pole.

Grabbing the beam with both hands, your boyfriend promptly began swinging around on it, singing even louder until his voice cracked.

"Unbelievable," you whined, folding your arms and watching him carefully. His grip had kept him from falling, so far. You weren't willing to bet money they would continue for very long.

"Look at me," he cheered, going a little faster.

Throwing up your hands, you scolded, "Bambam, get down from there."

"No."

You were quick to threaten, "I'm calling Jaebeom."

"I'm not scared of him," he coolly replied, wagging his tongue.

Pulling out your phone, you began, "Alright, I didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice."

"What?" he questioned, stopping to look at you.

You put the phone to your ear and replied, "I'm calling your Mother."

Your boyfriend lunged with record speed in your direction, tumbling onto the ground and scrambling to his feet. Frantic, he pleaded, "No, no, please don't call my Mom."

You pulled the phone away, smiling victoriously as you showed him the screen. You hadn't actually called.

"Oh, very funny," he whined.

"Can we go now?"

"Fine," he sulked, resuming his previous position at your side.

At the doorstep of his former dorm, you buzzed Jaebeom to let him know the special delivery had arrived. It was a safer option than leaving him alone in his solitary apartment on the other side of town. As you waited, Bambam leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of your head.

"I'm here safe and sound. Can I have a kiss now?" he asked, trying to be cute.

You turned, patting his chest and plastering a smile on your face. "You know I love you, but I can't even begin to describe how bad your breath smells right now," you whispered.

Bambam laughed, eyes scrunching.

The door opened and Jaebeom appeared, disheveled and clearly disturbed from sleep. "Get in here now," he growled, his mood foul.

Bambam looked back at you and held up a finger. "I'm not that drunk," he claimed.

Folding your arms across your chest, you replied, "Babe, look down."

All three of you lowered your eyes to see Bambam had been walking in a pair of dirty socks.

"Where are my shoes?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

You clocked a glance at Jaebeom and revealed, "Apparently, you traded them with some stranger for a head of cabbage."

"I - what?" he yelled, waking the entire neighborhood.

"Go to bed, Bammie," you crooned, rubbing his arm. "I will check on you in a couple hours."

Obstinate, Bambam screeched, "Wait, where the hell is my cabbage?"

Jaebeom reached his hand forward, grabbing Bambam by the collar and hauling him inside.

You waved goodbye and headed home.

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