❝ I always talk about you ❞
Plot: Your boyfriend BamBam is your savior, even after all these years.
Words count: 1,4k
Genre: HighSchool!Au; Fluff
For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M.
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥
“Y/n! Stop calling me that, babe. ”
You smiled as you reached your boyfriend, that day his hair was blond, jump on his shoulders and almost dropping him on the ground.
You gave him a kiss on his cheek, causing him to sigh desperately and put you down immediately. The pout on your face made him sigh more, so you started hopping like a little girl when he brought the backpack in front and left his back free just for you.
He bowed in front of you and you with more delicacy than before got on his back, fastening your arms around his neck and immediately feeling the sense of safety when he tightened your legs against his hips, leaning without problems.
“Am I your little horse??”
“Let me think” you mumbled, raising your face a little and pretending a serious expression; “ Absolutely yes. ” You added, laughing slightly and biting the lobe of his left ear.
He shook his head as soon as he began to walk towards the entrance of your school, for yet another boring and detestable school day. Not that you hated school, you liked studying, they were your mates the real problem.
“Still ignoring you?”
“Y/N, I’m not stupid even if you think otherwise!”
“I’m the newcomer, they don’t want me.. That’s all, but it’s okay. At least you’re here!” You reassured him, telling a half-truth.
You Rest your chin on his shoulder, tightening your legs better around his pelvis, completely ignoring the eyes of the other students on you. If it was jealousy or disgust you could never understand it.
You’ve been in that school for just five months and you haven’t been able to get a friend. The only good thing was that BamBam attended that school; Making it seem like those days more bearable.
He had been the only ray of light for years, when you were forced to move to America because of your parents ’ work, your arrive in a hostile and completely different country and environment.
Getting back to Korea seemed like a relief, and your classmates couldn’t welcome you and you didn’t understand why.
“Do you want me to accompany you to class?”
“BAAAAMBI, I’m fine.”
“Call me again, and I’ll let you fall on the ground,” he threatened you, just turning his gaze to look at you badly.
“But if you0re tender and cute as Bambi, what can I do??” You swelled your cheeks, looking like a little angry little girl, and he stole you a kiss so fast that you didn’t even have time to reciprocate.
“Modestly. I’ll See you at lunch, all right? ”
Going down from his shoulders, you winked at him and started running towards the hallway wing where your class was, ignoring the protests of your boyfriend for that nickname you loved so much.
“Y/n!” A male voice made you turn just before you entered the classroom, set by surprise.
“Youngjae Sunbae” You greeted him with a deep bow, returning then to look at him; “Do you need something??”
“I know you’re an excellent artist, right?? I need someone good at drawing, we have to make flyers for a theater club show. ”
“Theatre Club? Sure, I will gladly help you sunbae! ”
“Really?!??!” Exclaimed the boy with a contagious smile, laying his hands on both of your shoulders; “You’ll save our life Y/N, really!”
“I’m glad to help sunbae!” You smiled in return, plagued by his enthusiasm; “Just tell me what to do.”
“BamBam was right, you’re really sweet! Give me your number, so after we organize to see each other and I’ll explain everything! ”
“Wait.. BamBam told you about me?? ”
“Of course, I’ve known him since he started high school.”
Your heart just melted at the thought that for the umpteenth time your boyfriend was trying to help you. Trying to stay focused you wrote on a piece of sheet your number, giving it to him with the nth bow and he slightly made a mess with your hair, almost as if he have known you for years and not for a few moments.
He had never spoken to you before, there was no occasion, but you always noticed how Choi Youngjae brought cheerfulness to the people around him.
“Hi, my Bambi” You greet him with a quick kiss on his cheek, while you sit at your usual table and you could feel, after months, still guilty because he couldn’t sit with his friends.
“Don’t do that face, Y/N. I’m fine here.” He reassured you, almost reading in your mind. “And then, I have no probl–what the fuck are you doing?”
His phrase surprised you, you were focused on looking at him when six boys began to take their seats in empty chairs and almost they would be displaced and yelled at each other.
“Hello y/n!” Youngjae greeted you with a huge smile, sitting right next to you and passing his chocolate milk, stealing your strawberry one. You hated the strawberry milk, but it was the only one to be left.
“Finally we can get to know you, Y/n!” What you knew was Jackson, with his uniform without a tie and his shirt just unbuttoned, leaned towards you to give you a kiss on your cheek. The redness on your cheeks didn’t slow to arrive, while the oldest of the six slapped him behind his nape to make him sit in his seat.
You watched Jaebum, who smiled at you and apologized with his gaze for the invasive behavior of his friend, so you slightly shook your head reassuring him. It was nice to have someone with whom spend time over your boyfriend.
A boyfriend that at that moment was throwing bent handkerchiefs against Jackson, threatening to cut his legs if he had ventured again to touch you.
“Don’t pay too much attention to them, they are always like that. I’m Jinyoung, it’s a pleasure. BamBam always talks about you, ” Said the boy on the left of Jaebum, handing out his hand that you immediately shook, smiling to him.
“He’s Mark;” He continued pointing to the red-haired boy near him who smiled at you gently; “Instead he’s Yugyeom, which I believe is in your own class.. Or maybe not. ”
“No sunbae, we’re in two different classes, unfortunately!” Said the only one to have your age, over BamBam and also to him you give a little shy smile.
They were almost a family into your eyes, and you envied your boyfriend for that group of friends, but on the other hand, you were really happy that he had friends like that.
“Why did you sit here?” BamBam inquired, continuing to look bad at Jackson.
“Because we were tired of hearing about Y/n without meeting her. Just chill down about it, from today this is our table. ” Jaebum Replied promptly, as he stole from Youngjae’s tray something you couldn’t recognize.
They started talking about school club tests, so you turned to BamBam who was smiling at you with sweetness. His brushed with his soft lips your forehead, provoking you a slight shiver along your back.
“Why do you look at me so y/n?”
“Because you’re saving me as always, BamBam”
“I didn’t do anything, baby.”
“Liar” You reproached him by raising your face just a little and touching his lips, holding on from kissing him with more passion; “You spoke to Youngjae sunbae about me.”
“I always talk about you.”
“Because everyone should know how fantastic my girlfriend is.”