Bambam Imagine - Cheat
A/N - Thanks to the anon who requested a Bambam angst scenario, I hope you like it! (Sorry it’s up a little later than usual - I was at a party last night and didn’t have any time to write something for today) Also this is my first angst scenario so sorry if it’s not good.
You were just sat at home in your living room watching your favourite tv show while your boyfriend, Bambam was cooking some dinner for the both of you. Everything seemed like a normal day until you received a text from your best friend with a link to a famous kpop news site. They had said ‘You might want to give this a look, sorry’. Curious, you clicked the link to see an article about Bambam. The headline was accusing him of being seen with a girl…who wasn’t you.
As you read it, you saw multiple pictures of him in a bar with a girl and dismissed it as purely friendship. That was until you saw images of them holding hands and kissing in the backseat of her car. Hurt and angry, you stormed into the kitchen.
“Bambam, what the hell is this?!” You shouted, holding the screen in front of him.
“It’s nothing, I swear! She was the one who came onto me and I couldn’t get her off.”
“Don’t even try that line with me! If she came onto you then how come you’re on top of her in this photo? That looks very intentional if you ask me!”
“Well…uh…I…” Bambam stuttered, clearly at a loss for words since all the evidence was against him.
“Bambam, do you not care about me?” Tears had begun to form in your eyes but you blinked them away, not wanting him to know how hurt and betrayed you felt.
“Of course I do, (Y/N)!”
“Then why did you kiss another girl?”
“Because I was drunk and I didn’t think. I’m sorry okay?” He took a step closer to you and moved his hand to caress your cheek.
“Don’t touch me.” Your voice was cold and Bambam was startled by the lack of emotion present.
“Please, (Y/N). I love you.”
“No, you don’t. If you loved me then you wouldn’t have held her hand like that. You wouldn’t have kissed her. You probably wouldn’t have even carried on speaking to her if you really loved me. You cannot blame the alcohol for your mistake. Now get out of my house. We’re over.”
The sadness on his face broke your heart even more but you wouldn’t give in no matter what. He deserved to feel hurt after what he had done to you. Admitting defeat, he walked out of the house and left you alone. As soon as he had gone, you broke down into tears on the kitchen floor.