BamBam Soulmate AU

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Key Term: Sparks

Type: Physical


       To say you are a workaholic is probably an understatement. You don't have much to do outside of work so end up with a lot of overtime. There's always something that needs to be done around the office. Today's shoot is one of the most important of your career. Your magazine is doing a shoot with one of South Korea's most popular models, BamBam.

     He's from Thailand but quickly gained a following here. The magazine you work for is a small fashion magazine. It's still working on getting recognized, but you love your job. You've always loved photography and fashion is a secondary passion of yours.

     When he finally arrives, you can feel the mood in the room shift. BamBam is a very attractive person, but he's also charismatic. He has a way drawing attention to himself in a way that feels natural.

     The shoot goes by surprisingly quickly. They normally last a few hours but your nervousness meant you had over prepared for the shoot. Once the shoot is finished, BamBam heads to his dressing room and you focus on breaking down the set.

     You find yourself exhausted now that the shoot is finished. You had been so worried about the shoot that you had barely slept in the last few days. It almost felt like it was hitting you all at once and you're feeling a little woozy. A throat clearing behind you causes you to turn a little too quickly. Your head spins a little too fast and you're unable to keep your balance. Hands catch you before you hit the ground and everything goes black. When you come to, you're on the couch in one of the dressing rooms.

     "It's a bit disconcerting when your soulmate passes out the instant you touch them. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Especially when it's such an overwhelming reaction," The man speaking seems overwhelmed and stressed. My eyes finally open and I glance around. My eyes fly closed again when I realize who is speaking. BamBam is pacing back and forth, his phone pressed tightly to his ear.

     "From what they could tell, she exhausted herself and then the shock of such a strong soulmate reaction pushed her over the edge. She should be okay with a few days of rest," He continues. At this point. you feel startled. The situation is too similar to yours for him to be talking about anyone else. Could you really be BamBam's soulmate? You can't really wrap your head around it.

     "I know, I know," He finally sighs, his voice coming closer to you. You try your best to appear relaxed but it's hard not to tense when you can feel the weight of his gaze.

     "Are you awake?" He asks softly. Something about his voice forces your open and your eyes meet his. He sits in a chair you hadn't noticed," Are you feeling okay?"

     "What happened?" Your voice is a little husky.

     "You overworked yourself and must have worn yourself out. I had come to thank you for working with me when you suddenly fell. I caught you before you hit the ground. That's when the soulmate sign happened," He explains, his eyes holding yours. He doesn't seem to be nervous at all.

     "What is our soulmate sign?" You ask softly.

     "It might make more sense if I showed you," He admits, holding out his hand," May I?" 

     You slowly reach your hand out, your fingers meeting his. Where your fingers touch, sparks fly in the air. They disappear long before they touch anything, but the feeling of his hand in yours doesn't fade. His touch is fire and electricity, eliminating your nerves and filling your mind with nothing but him. His hand drops but you can still feel the heat of his touch.

     "I guess we have a lot to go over, huh?" He grins at you, his eyes bright.


A/N: Hey guys! I'm back (kind of). I should have been working on these a while ago. I'm so sorry. I'm slowly getting used to this whole being an adult thing and learning how to work around the fact that I have to work all the time. I'll try my best to post a couple of times a week. We'll see how I do. 

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