how ironic.
he planned the prank and now HIS prank was playing on him.
why did he thought of saving the girl only at the last minute?
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"three eggs would do." bambam grinned slyly, as he rubbed his hands together evily.
"so where will we hide on that day?" yugyeom asked, juggling the eggs in his skillful hands.
"stand behind the lockers and when you see her coming, throw the eggs across." bambam ordered.
"okay." yugyeom and youngjae replied in perfect sync.
bambam was waiting so long for this chance.
since the last prank attack from (y/n) which consisted of fake bugs on his seat, he couldn't bare watching her go off freely.
now, he could watch his sweet revenge unfold in front of him like a movie.
maybe he should even bring some popcorn too.
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bambam walked through the hallway with (y/n), not fully focusing on what she was talking to him about.
he was too focused on thinking about the prank.
but it wasn't because he was worried that the prank would fail, he suddenly felt like backing-out although he knew it was slightly too late for that.
"earth to bam?" you snapped at the boy next to you who seemed to be stucked in a daze.
his head immediately jerked up and you asked in concern, "are you alright?"
bambam simply stared at you, admiring you up and down.
he felt extremely guilty that you were busy worrying about him while his friends were close-by getting ready to throw eggs at you,
and they were ordered to do it by him.
bambam nodded and flashed you a smile, "i'm okay."
you reached out and brushed your hand against his cheek gently,
"are you sure? you're very pale today."
bambam felt his cheeks heat up at your action.
but it soon disappeared when he saw a hand sticking out behind the lockers, an egg in hand.
he immediately wrapped his arms around you, spinning around to back-face the lockers so that now, he was in the line of fire.
he felt the eggs hit him hard on his back, the oozy liquid dripping out.
the whole hallway fell silent, everyone's eyes averting to bambam.
you stood there in shock, prying yourself from bambam's arms as you turned to look at his "egged" back.
"who did this?"
your loud voice boomed as you narrowed your eyes at everyone standing near you, suspecting them for being the ones who pranked your beloved best friend.
little did you know that bambam was the one who planned the prank, and you were supposed to be the victim of it.
bambam let himself be dragged to the washing basins as you helped him clean off the stains at the back of his coincidentally white shirt.
"i-i can't clean them off- i'm sorry." you apologised meekly.
"i'm sorry too." bambam mumbled.
