Khun's Pov

   Fucking shit ass bitch. My body is so sore, my legs ache so fucking bad and my insides hurt so bad. I rolled over, clinging onto the blankets as if they were my lifeline. Ugh.. God damn it. This sucks.. I peered out of my blankets, only to see my nightstand that had my lamp and phone that was plugged in.. No, where's Bam? I rolled over once again in search of Bam. But.. He wasn't there?

    WHAT? I shot up, my bones in excruciating pain, my body wailing and screaming at me. But I tried not to mind it, where is Bam? He couldn't have let again? Right? Did he disappear again? He just got home. He was home.. He was safe..

   I shimmed out of bed, taking a single blanket with me and my phone in case I needed to call someone, and I wobbled out the door and downstairs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ouch, shit, fuck. I hobbled across the wooden flooring, heading into the kitchen. He isn't here? What? Shit.. Where the hell could be be? Living room? I stumbled into the living room to see Bam peaking up from the ground, in the middle of doing pushups. Holy fucking shit.. I collapsed to the floor, relief flooding my system.

   My legs were weak, my mind was racing, I felt weak. Bam's here, he's fine. But what if? What do he wasn't? What if F.U.G had gotten him again.. What would I do without- Bam scrambled to get up, sprinting over towards me, just barely not colluding with me. "Baby, baby.. Are you ok? What's wrong?" He slipped his hand into either side of my face, using his pinkie fingers to just slightly lift my chin. I peaked up at him, staring him in the eyes. Concern was plastered all over his face. His honey eyes swirled with conflict, as they hid under his long bangs. I took in a breath, letting out a shaky one before explaining."I thought you were gone, left, or got kidnapped again or something.. "

   He sighed placing his forehead to mine, "Please don't worry to much.. Wanna know what? I'll stay with you until you wake up for now on. Then I'll work out. But I swear to god if you force me to stay in bed.." I laughed, placing a small kiss onto his lips. "I just may!" I giggled. He huffed, pulling me into a hug. I love this man so fucking much. With all of my cold, cunning, manipulative heart. I couldn't help but mentally snicker at my comment, pushing aside my thoughts. We sat on the floor, in each other's embraces. It felt good to be held by him, and he wasn't going anywhere.

   "Bam," he peered back up at me. "Can you help me up? I'm a bit sore.." I asked, my voice practically monotone. But his eyes flashed with concern as he scrambled to stand. He repeatedly nodded, slipping my hands in his. He gently pulled me up, and I practically collapsed into his side for support. This fucking sucks balls..

    My legs felt like jelly, as I walked over towards the couch, sinking into the cushions. Once Bam had made sure I was situated; blankets, pillows, ibuprofen, a glass of water, the whole nine yards, he went back to pushups. I stared at him as he easily did a good thirty without a single issue. I could kinda manage a good forty, but my arms are fucking noodles after that.

    I'm not the biggest workout person, but I do also have to kinda stay in shape because appearance is a lot to society, as fucked up as it is. But personally core workouts are way easier for me, but he easily knocked out thirty pushups? His workout intrigued me.. I spoke up, "How many pushups do you do?" He glanced up a me, continuing his pushups, not even glancing down or breaking eye contact. "I do 200 pushups, but I split them into halves, taking a 30 second break in between,"

   Holy shit, god damn.. No wonder he has abs, and that's only pushups! That doesn't even work his core muscles that would even contribute to abs. I wonder what else he did for his workout..? Does he do this everyday? He could be a model with his built structure and aura.. He would do way better than Endorsi ever could. He could wham out a singer, model, chef, what else.. Thoughts whipped through my head of the jobs he could do when my phone suddenly went off, my pocket buzzing and vibrating.

   I peered down at my phone to see 'Shibisu' slapped across the front of the phone. God fucking damn it, my headache is here.. I groaned, and Bam looked questioningly up at me. "Shibisu," is all I said, well more like snarled, before answering the phone. "Hello?" I sighed into the phone, already done with today. I was kind of enjoying today and not doing anything beside the panic of thinking Bam had disappeared again.

   "Hey Khuny Khun," He sung into the phone. His fucking whiny high pitched bitchy voice. Why is he my manager.. Ugh.. He's so lucky he's good at his job. "What do you want at," I checked the time at the top of my phone, "7 in the morning?" I groaned into the phone. I swear to god if I have another- "So I still don't want you doing any concerts, photoshots, or anything that requires to much physical movement for your health.." I couldn't help but snicker, thinking of last night.

  "Don't laugh at me, I'm being nice." I cleared my voice, "Nope, totally understandable, I shouldn't be doing to much physical activity.." I nodded, shooting Bam a look. His face was covered with a pink hue as he faced back to the ground, continuing pushups. All initiative and dominate until it's brought up.. He's so god damn adorable.

   "But! For today I want to do a Q&A like thing with the whole crew, like a small little panel. You would be sitting and answering questions, just so the fans can ask you questions because how you got shot went right all of the media. Your dad made sure no reporters got into your hospital room, saying that you should have time to heal and that you were thankful for everyone's prayers and would do something after you healed." I- that would be nice for my fans. But I want to stay with Bam.. I honestly don't want to leave him alone..

   "Can Bam come with?" I chirped into the phone, crossing my fingers and fluttering my eyelashes at no one. Please, please, please.. "I don't care, I only plan activities. But you will wanna keep your hands to yourself unless you want to announce your relationship.." I sighed.

    Fine, no touchy touchy.. But if someone even tries to flirt with  Bam, I'll make out with him in front of everyone. I'll claim what's mine when necessary, thank you very much. But I couldn't help but smirk at the thought, he would get pretty embarrassed.. Heh. "Thank you! And finally when is the panel at?" I heard flipping of papers on the other side. "It's today, 1 oclock, and I'll be picking you and Bam up. Dress nicely," I nodded, thanking Shibisu before hanging up.

   Thank god I don't have to walk to much.. Plus Bam gets to come! "Babeee" Bam had already finished pushups and was now doing crunches, his head popping up every once and awhile. "Yes?" I shifted off the couch, partially standing up, somewhat leaning on the couch. "We got a Q&A panel at 1. Your coming with. So we got to get dressed, and ready; as well as eat!"

    He sat up, pushing himself off the floor to stand. "Ok.." He stretched his arms out and yawned before we both headed upstairs, and into our closet. Bam sat down on a small bench in the closet as I looked through the clothes. In the end picking out just some simple but still stylish clothing.

Khun's Outfit

Bam's Outfit

   "Put on this.." I threw the grey button up and blacks jeans at Bam, and quickly got dressed into white button up and black pants. After we got dressed, I strolled into the bathroom. I don't know if he has one.. I pulled out a extra tooth brush for Bam, turned on my straightener, and began to brush my hair. Bam soon came in, I pointed at his toothbrush, and he began to brush his teeth as I brushed my hair.

   "Bam," he peered at me through the huge mirror that hung in front of us. "Do you want to cut your hair?" He shrugged before spitting and rinsing his toothbrush. "I hadn't thought of it, but I wouldn't mind having short hair again. It does get hard to manage at times.." I nodded, picking up my straightener. "We could stop by my barber and get you a haircut if you want today.. We still have time since it is 7, 7:30." He nodded along, "Sure, I don't mind.."

   I nodded along with him, finishing up with my hair, and now brushing my teeth. Bam snatched my hairbrush, brushing his own hair. I couldn't help but smile, I honestly didn't like Bam with his long hair. His bangs covered his face, I couldn't see his absolute handsome face or expressions underneath it. It was the hair he had at F.U.G, not back with his friends and family.

   We quickly finished up getting ready, heading back downstairs. Bam went for the kitchen, putting aside two plates that were on the counter. I directed and showed him where the plates, cups, utensils, pots and pans were. Once I had shown him, he got more of a feel for the kitchen, becoming almost as gracefully as he was years ago. He quickly tossed things together and in the end he had made two omelettes.

   He brought over a the two plates to the island and sat down next to me, placing a plate in front of me. I thanked him with a light kiss he graciously returned, and we got to breakfast. We both quickly munched down on breakfast, finishing everything by 8 o'clock. It felt good to have Bam back and for him to be mine. I couldn't help but smile randomly at the thought, he truly was breaking down the walls I had built up to protect myself. And I couldn't be more grateful.

   Eventually we both officially agreed and decided to stop by my barber before Shibisu came over to pick us up. Me and Bam cleaned up the kitchen and dishes before heading outside and slipping into my car. I turned on the radio, landed on a good station, and we were off.  We both hummed along with the songs, gliding down the road. I took turn after turn, but in just 10 minutes we arrived at my barber. We both slipped out of the car, heading for the door.

   I swung open the glass door, and a tiny bell above the door rang. As we walked towards the counter, a tall man with black messy hair and glasses popped his head out from underneath the counter. "Mata, how are you doing?" He cracked a goofy grin, slipping out from behind the counter. "I'm doing just fine, how are you? I didn't think you had a appointment today.."

   "Well, I didn't exactly. I was hoping you could do me a favor? I'll slip in a good tip.." He shrugged, "I would've done it anyway.. So what's the favor?" I gestured towards Bam, "Cutting his hair?" I spoke, sounding more like a question. He slithered over, examining Bam's hair. "Holy cow this is long! How long have you been growing out? It's seems in pretty good condition, it's impressive! How short are we thinking?" He questioned, turning back towards me.

   I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my camera finding one of the few pictures I had of Bam in high school, zooming in on his hair. "Kinda like this?" He peered down at the photo, his glasses on the tip of his nose. "That should be easy, so just a cut?" I nodded, and he grabbed Bam's wrist, placing him down on a chair, tying fabric behind his neck, letting it fall into place. I walked over, pulling up another stool in front of Bam. Mato walked behind the counter searching for the proper scissors and combs.

   I grasped his hand in mine as Mata soon came back, a bag of full of a assortment of scissors, combs, hairbrush and buzzers. He pulled out a comb and pair of scissors beginning to cut and start a conversation. "So Khun, how are you doing? I saw that you got shot on the news.."

   Bam tightened his grasp as I gave him a reassuring squeeze. He must think that it's his fault.. Baby.. I flashed him a small smile before answering. "I'm doing just fine, but my doctor and manager want me to tone it down on concerts and stuff so I'm just doing a small Q&A like panel today so I can kind of address that and just talk with my fans.."

   He nodded as he continued, "So who's this fella? I haven't seen him around much, around you and your little group." I laughed, we really were a group as much as we bickered and annoyed each other.. I peered at Bam, who just shrugged his shoulders, lifting up a single eyebrow. "He's my boyfriend," Mata's stopped cutting Bam's hair, his eyes bulging as he stared at me. "The Khun Aguero Agnes finally has a significant other? When did this happen? Wait.. I'm so confused.."

   I had really been a loner when it came to love, I never showed any interest in any other singers or actors that I had worked or collabed with before. It just never seemed like I had found anyone, maybe that's why I had so many fans.. because I was single..? Huh..

    "We met in high school, I fell hard for him, but he had to leave our school. We didn't keep contact because he had to change his number so we loss touch. But over time I couldn't find anyone that could remotely compared to him, but then I found him again at a party after a long time. We caught up, and we had both already confessed by that time, and no feelings changed. So now we're dating.. But no one exactly knows beside the group and our parents, and well now you, so don't be spreading rumors.."

    Bam chuckled, sighing at my explanation. In truth, it was so much more complicated.. But that didn't need to know. Mata looked at me to Bam, back to me. "Damn, I never thought you had it in you.. I'm proud of you. I won't spread any rumors of you and..?" He looked back at Bam. "O-oh sorry! My name's Bam.." He pinched his cheeks, "Especially a cutie.. I already got mine though. Your lucky, I'd sweep him off his feet!"

   I sighed, digging my face into my hands. "Everyone wants to sweep him off his feet.. It is harder having such a hottie as a boyfriend and they don't even know he's mine. Like back the fuck up. No touchy touchy.." Mata, laughed along nodding. Bam had a hue of red of his face, slightly shaking his head. "Khun, if anyone's is going to swept of there feet it's you. You have billions of fans who would sit and bark like a dog for you.. Jesus.." I chuckled, squeezing his hand. "But your the only one for me~" I sang, twirling around in my stool.

   I slipped out of my chair, standing right next to Mata. I whispered in his ear, "but guess what.. he has abs," I laughed into his ear, pulling away. He smirked, flailing his arms around. We both laughed at each other, giving one other small nods. I leaned down pressing a small peck onto Bam's cheek before sitting back in my stool. Mata went back to cutting Bam's hair and in about 20 minutes, Bam's hair was short again, and I could see his face fully.

   Bam looked so fucking hot, I'm not fucking joking. He had like the glow up of the century from cute and attractive to fucking lord the almighty, he exists? He had a sharp jaw, crystal clear, non-textured skin. He had perfect curved eyebrows, his plump, soft, rosy lips. His honey eyes shown with a more positive glint, and he still has his long dark eyelashes that hung just above his sweet eyes, and he had his bangs that swept right across his forehead, god damn it.. He would be like every guys and girls crush.. He probably will be the world's crush! This is bullshit. I think I may just take him home so he doesn't see anyone today. I slipped Mata my credit card, continuing to examine Bam's face. Fuck, Endorsi and everyone else is coming today.

   I'm hiding him under the table. I'll do that. Or maybe I could just- I was snapped out of thoughts with Bam's lips on mine. "Baby, snap out of it," I frowned at him. "Bam," he flickered up a eyebrow. "Your too hot, you have your perfect fucking handsome face. I don't want to share.." He laughed, pulling me into a hug. "You know I'm all yours," I sighed, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding tight. "And I'm yours only."

   He hummed in delight, holding me close. We finally let go, I placed a small kiss on his nose. "I can see your face!" I gleamed. He smiled, shaking his head. I turned my attention back to Mata, thanking him for the favor. He waved us off, also congratulating us on our relationship. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, 8:10. Shibisu is coming at 1, we still have almost five hours.

    I turned towards Bam, "Babe, do you still write music?" He turned towards me, nodding his head. "I wrote a few over the years, I want to finish one that has been in the making before I left, and I have a song that I wrote in the hospital. You saw the paper," Oh yeah.. I remember he wasn't showing me the paper! And he called me dum dum.. I prefer baby a lot more..

   "Do you want to write a song? We still got a few hours.. We could write a whole album!" I cheered, pumping my arms into the air. With the two of us, we could try! Bam laughed beside me, snatching my hand. "We can try and write the drafts, but we won't be able to finish them.. " I squeezed his hand, maybe if we really push it. But thankfully I don't need to come up with any new songs for anything specifically, but getting out another album would be nice for the fans. Plus it should be easier with Bam!

   Maybe I could get Bam into doing a song with me.. With his voice, it would explode! It would probably be my best one yet! Even the song we wrote, 'Clarity' actually did amazing for me being in high school at the time.

   "Hey baby~" I hummed, shooting Bam a small, and hopefully, irresistible smile. "Would you sing a song with me? To actually share with my fans?" He sighed, shooting me a sideways glance. "I'll think about it, 'kay? First let's write some music.. Can we stop by the house to grab my lyrics notebook and some writing utensils?" Oh ho! He didn't say no! He didn't say it! Ha ha! I nodded, as we continued back to the car. I got a hot, considerate,  funny, master chef, singing boyfriend~ Suck it ladies!

   I partially skipped to the car, a new pep in my step. I slipped into the drivers seat, Bam right beside me. Life couldn't be better! I exited the driveway, gliding right back down the road. As we were heading home, I couldn't help but notice a black SUV behind us. Just to make sure it wasn't paparazzi, I took a random turn left into a neighborhood, the car continuing to follow us. Ugh, I don't wanna deal with paparazzi. I can usually get away with it, but not today. Bam glanced around to see the car, "Paparazzi?" He turned back towards me, searching for a answer, I nodded, "Lets out run 'em!"

   I sped up a tad, contining to go around and around in circles in the same circle, and after the tenth time of going around, I took a sharp left out of the neighborhood, heading back home. We had lost the car and I was filled with relief. "We out ran the paparazzi!" I cheered, flashing a quick smile a Bam, he graciously returned.

   The way the edges of his lips slightly upturned, just barely catching a glimpse of his perfect teeth. It was so perfect. He exceeded every expectation I ever had, he was more then anything I- no, anyone ever deserved. I couldn't help but be so grateful for him.

   "Let's go grab some notebooks and pencils," I stated as we came closer and closer to home. To our home. Minutes quickly passed by, and we appeared in front of our house, exiting the car. I snatched his hand as soon as it was in reach, heading for the front door, we walked in and Bam immediately bent down, grabbing his bag. I zipped up the stairs, running into our bedroom. I began to rifle through my bed stand, searching for my notebook.

    In just a minute I finally found my notebook, racing back downstairs. "Got it!" Bam grinned, holding out his hand. I gracefully slipped my hand into his, intertwining our fingers. "Are we going into the backyard or like a park where we can lounge around or are we staying here?" Bam asked, adding option after option. "Can we go to a park?"

   "Of course, whatever you'd like.." He agreed as we strolled out the door and back to the car. It was silent as we slipped in, it wasn't awkward, more peaceful. But if I'm being honest, I kinda already wanted to hear his voice again. It was so passionate, emotional but calming and I loved it. Plus I wanted to hear another song of his.. I spoke up, "Bam, could you sing a song? You don't need to but I really like your voice.."

   "Sure, let me see what soundtracks I have on my phone actually.." He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the hundreds of soundtracks. "Oo! I actually really like this one.. Can I hook up my phone to the radio?" I nodded, pointing at the compartment between the two seats. "There should be a aux cord in there.." He nodded and began to scrimmage in search of the cord. In a few minutes, Bam eventually found the aux cord, hooking up his phone to the radio. He pressed the soundtrack and the music began to play before he began to sing..

(Play scared by Jeremy Zucker)

   His voice was calming and emotional, I couldn't help but slightly nod and hum along to the song as we glided down the road towards the park. I, his voice is just so good. He should really share it with the world. He had already recorded some songs, we could easily post them to share. But that would be up to him. We continued down the road and quickly arrived, Bam's song ending.

   "That was so good baby, you should really share your music." I hummed, giving Bam a small peck on his cheek. He shot me and small smile and me and Bam both exited the car, notebooks and pencils in hand.

   We walked side by side, searching for a bench. I remember coming here the first time, when I met Wangnan, and everyone else. I was sitting at a bench.. Over there! I turned around to see the bench I had sat on, empty. I grabbed Bam's hand, yanking him along over to the bench.
  
   We both sat down, Bam lounging across the bench, resting his feet onto my lap. I didn't mind, as long as he was comfy. I tore through my notebook, in search for a blank page. Once I did, I began to scribble down ideas for lyrics. We stayed like that for about four hours, writing drafts and ideas down for songs, switching notebooks to revise each other's work.

   Once we had hit the last hour, we decided to pack up and head home. We couldn't have Shibisu come to pick us up and us not be there. As much as I thought it would be funny, Bam didn't think so. 'Baby, that wouldn't be nice..' Of course not, that's why it would be funny.. But I guess not. Fine, fine.

   By the time we got home, Shibisu had texted me around 15 minutes before, saying he was on his way. So he was probably going to be here any moment. So in the mean time, me and Bam made quick vegetable wraps to make it through the panel. I swear if Shibisu tried to make me do it without food, I would bring a buffet in spite of him. Me and Bam quickly finished our wraps by the time Shibisu had rolled into my driveway.

   I grabbed Bam's hand as we made it for door, meeting Shibisu. "How's my absolute favorite doing?" He squealed, looking at Bam. "Oo! And you got a hair cut! You look way more handsome then Khun! God damn I'll think I'll be Bam's manager when he becomes a singer instead," he snickered, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. I tugged at Bam's waist, pulling him away from Shibisu. No god damn touchy touchy.

   Bam flashed me a small smile and turned back to Shibisu. "I'm doing pretty good, but I think you should stay as Khun's manager," he laughed, reaching for my hand. I slipped mine into his, and we started towards the car, Shibisu standing by us. "Well if you insist," he continued, "But! Aren't you excited for the Q&A? I'm pumped!" He cheered, slightly skipping. I nodded along with him, slipping into the passenger seat, Bam in the back seat. Off to the panel.