Group: GOT7

Member: Bambam

Theme: Fluff//Love Notes

Length: short/drabble/novella/long/novel

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“Leaving another one, I see?” your best friend observed. Once again, she caught you in the act of stuffing a love note in Bambam’s locker. You didn’t do it thatoften, just maybe once or twice a week…but! In your defense, he didn’t know who it was, so it’s not like he’d notice anything.

“Let’s see what this one says,” she said, opening up the note.

“‘Bambam, your smile brightens up my day. Love A~’ Really? You’re so cheesy Y/N,” she scolded.

“Well, I wanted it to sound cute! Maybe that note will brighten up his day. You never know.” While your notes remained anonymous, you hoped that maybe one day he’d return the same feelings. What a fantasy.

You walked with your friend to the place where you had lunch. On the way there, she wouldn’t stop talking about how silly you were since 'Bambam doesn’t like girls like us.’ Although you’d hate to admit she was right, you would never give in. You wouldn’t give up on him, not just yet.

Day after day passed by, but you never worked up enough courage to confess. Instead, you just kept leaving your little love notes.

• You looked really handsome today ~A
  
• Your hairstyle looks great ~A
  
• You did a good job on your presentation ~A

Although you wanted to see his reaction to the notes, you would never stay, in case you got caught. You always wondered about it though. Does he throw them away? Does he keep them? Does he look at it with disgust? Ah, it made you curious.

Today’s note was in Hangul: 오늘도 화이팅! ~A [Do well today ~A]

As you were putting the note in Bambam’s locker, you heard loud footsteps from behind you. Assuming it was your friend, you talked sarcastically.

“Ha, ha, y/f’s/n, very funny. Trying to make me believe that Bambam actually caught me. Real cute.”

“So it was you?” you hear someone say. Well, that wasn’t my friend…You turned around to face the owner of the voice, regretting everything you just said.

In front of you stood a tall, lean boy with golden hair. You were unable to look him in the eye. What did I just saaaay?

He walked in front of you to take the note from your hand and read it, aloud. You thought you were going to die of embarrassment.

He smiled after reading it and said, “Hehe, cuuuute.” You weren’t sure if he was mocking you or if he actually thought it was cute. Either way, you were nervous.

“I guess I’ll have to add it to the rest,” he grinned. Is he going to throw it out?

To your surprise, he didn’t. Instead, he opened up his locker. Inside of it were sticky notes to remind him of things for class, some locker decorations, and the classic school textbooks.

“What am I supposed to be looking at?” You looked at him confusedly.

“Patience, young grasshopper.” Behind the stack of his school books was a journal, but a specially colored one. It had a unique pattern on it. As Bambam brought it out, you saw that the box said 'From Y/N.’ He knew?!

Almost as if reading your mind, he said, “Do you remember that time in class when we were put in a group for a project together? Well when you were writing down notes, I knew I saw your handwriting before, but I didn’t know where. The very next day, I got a note and it hit me.”

You rolled your eyes at your naiveness. Good job, Y/N. Still, one question remained.

“Why did you-”

“Keep them?” he intervened and continued, “I don’t know when it started, but for some reason, I started to notice the the way you smiled and how you talk. I also liked the way you write.” Is this a dream?

After Bambam’s confession-esque comment, there was an awkward silence.

“So…,” you started, “what happens now?”

“I was going to actually confess soon, but I couldn’t give up on catching you in the act. So…”

“We should, like, hang sometime,” you suggested.

“How about this Saturday at 2pm? We can get ice cream?”

“Sounds like a date!” you agreed.

“I’ll text you, then. So, I’ll see you, tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you beamed at him.

“Oh and just because you know that I know about the notes now doesn’t mean I don’t want them! It’s just that now you have to put your name on it,” he winked at you, starting to walk his way home.

“Fine! But they’ll get a lot more greasy!” you shouted.

“Okay with me!”