I’m not cute, I’m hot
Genre: 80% fluff 20% hot
Word count: 1 341
Summary: You should never insult Bambam’s pride… xD
The pestering feeling of the sun forcing it’s way through the thin skin being my eyelids woke me up from my much cherished sleep. Closing them tighter, I made an effort in trying to make the redness disappear from my sight but with no such luck. Instead I let an irritated groan escape my lips and pulled the cover over my head, wrapping myself up like a burrito. Relishing in the newfound darkness I almost fell asleep once more, that is before the annoying shit that is my cousin barged in without knocking and pulled my precious blanket off of me. I, being too lazy to move, remained in my spot as if nothing had happened, even though the goosebumps were evident on my arms and legs.
“Y/N-ah, come on. It’s already eleven AM, you’re wasting the day.” The 6 feet tall boy started jumping around in my room and I silently wondered if Jinyoung had given him extra nutella to his pancakes this morning.
“Yugyeomie, please stop, it’s too early for this, just let me sleep.” He evilly chuckled and before I knew it he had thrown me over his shoulder and carried me to the kitchen where Jinyoung was finishing the last pancake of the morning. He glanced at us just as Yugyeom put me in a chair and smirked a bit before putting the frying pan in the sink.
“You’re lucky I stopped Jackson from eating all of them before leaving. If it hadn’t been for me you wouldn’t get any breakfast.” He looked at me while leaning against the counter, an eyebrow raised and waiting for my response. I looked at him in exactly the same manner.
“Are you expecting some gratitude?”
“Maybe. He put up quite a fight.”
I gave him a sweet smile while I prepared to thank him extremely properly.
“Thank you Jinyoung oppa for saving some of your delicious pancakes for me.” While this sentence left my mouth I jumped up to him like a small bunny and used the most childish voice I could muster. The result was just what I wanted; Jinyoung, trying to hold a straight face, burst out laughing whilst clutching the counter and Yugyeom screamed as he cringed and escaped the kitchen. I laughed at them both and snatched the last couple of pancakes.
“Let’s go eat in the living room, I think Youngjae had a movie he wanted to watch.” Jinyoung led me to the couch that was occupied by Yugyeom, Youngjae and, Bambam. Sitting down with the plate in my lap, I started happily eating the yummy rolls filled with nutella as Youngjae started the movie. The film was so boring that after I finished the goods on my plate, I feel asleep.
I dreamed this time, which is very unusual since I never dreamed most of the time, and on the rare occasions I actually do I never remember them. The fact that I dreamed wasn’t the most odd thing that happened though; in the dream I was infatuated my Bambam, of all people. I have never, NEVER, seen Bambam in that way, and still, my heart was racing a hundred miles an hour when I woke up. That was the first thing I realised, the second thing that hit me was that my head was leaning against something warm. I awkwardly opened my eyes a bit more and eventually I realised that I was resting the upper half of my body against Bambam’s chest with his right arm supporting my figure. He looked down at me and our eyes met, a smirk appeared on his lips and his eyes held a very teasing look.
“Comfortable down there?” As the question left his mouth I instantly tried getting out of his embrace and his smirk grew bigger as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. What was going on, Bambam is like a brother to me so why are my cheeks so warm. I turned my face away from him in order to hide the sudden blush that covered my face, that’s when I noticed that we were alone and that the television was turned of.
“Where did everyone go?” I took this opportunity of subject changing to leave the awkward situation behind us.
“They went to get Mark, Jackson and Jaebum hyung.” I nodded understandingly. The three older members had an interview in China yesterday and the others must have gone to meet them at the airport. Then another question crossed my mind.
“How come you didn’t go with them?”
“Because you were laying on me.” I groaned at that and buried my face in my hands. He laughed at my reaction. “Oh come on, you were cute.” I just smiled, closed my eyes and let that comment pass without saying anything. Instead I sat down beside him again and leaned back on the couch. I observed him and for some reason he looked like he had worked really hard on his looks today.
“Why did you even put effort in looking good today, you’re just going to stay in anyways.”
“I have to impress people, duh. Why not bless people with my amazing face.” I rolled my eyes at that.
“It’s not like you have anyone to impress in this household in any case.” The smirk once again made it’s appearance.
“There is a girl in this household that I wouldn’t mind impressing.” The blush was once again on my cheeks and I hit him on the arm. “I’m hot and you know it.” A laugh escaped my lips and I shook my head.
“You’re not hot, you’re cute.” A gasp was heard from his spot at that. I looked over at him and he looked at me like I just committed a crime.
“Are you serious? I’m not cute, I’m hot.”
“No, I’m not.” He jumped towards me on the couch, making me jump a step away from me. He continued jumping forwards until I was stuck between him and the end of the couch. He put his hand on the armrest and leaned in an inch closer.
“It’s the same with me dude, I’m not hot either, we’re both cutie pies.” He looked at me like I was stupid.
“That’s bullshit.” He leaned in even closer. Soon enough he was so close I could feel his breath on my face. “Take it back.” His voice was now at least an octave lower than before. I couldn’t get myself to say anything, my heart was once again racing too fast. “Take it back.” I still didn’t say anything making him smile a bit and lean in the last bit and press his plump lips against my forehead. I was shocked. Then he was back the the same position in front of my face.
“You’re not going to take it back, are you?” I only managed to shake my head making him sigh.
All of a sudden his hands were at my waist, tickling me. Now it was my turn to smirk at him. He always forgets that I’m not ticklish. After a while he stopped, thinking of other methods to get me to say it. Then he looked at me as if he was debating something and as soon as it disappeared he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap. He looked at my stunned face, admiring every single feature. Then he kissed my right cheek.
Then my left.
“Just like me.”
That’s when he pressed his mouth against mine in a searing kiss that felt like it lasted for hours, when in reality it was just a couple of seconds. Once he pulled away he looked at me with so much love that my breath hitched in my throat.
“We are both scorching hot.” he cradled my face making me smile without thinking about it. “That’s why you and I would make a damn hot couple.” And with that he united our lips again.