Mr.Popular

》Mr.Popular《
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Bambam looked into my eyes, I got up as quickly as I could. "I'm so sorry!" I said bowing.
He laughed. "Nah it's okay! Jackson always does these type of stuff to me"
My ankle had a sharp pain.
*beep beep*
My dad texted me "bring home 5 packs of cigarettes" I saw bambam looking at me phone. I turned it off right away.
"I have to go.." I walked away limping.
"Hey.. I can take you home if you want." Looking at my foot "It's okay. I cause you enough trouble"
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It was around 8:00 pm. It started raining, I walked to the closest store.
"5 packs of cigarettes please" I said to the owner. He handed me the packs and I added on "and... medicine too please"
I walked out I saw Bambam standing there with a look of disappointment. All wet.
"I thought you were different!" He yelled.
"I..I.. Can explain!" My nose and face turned red.
"Don't. Just don't." He walked away.
"Bambam! I can explain!" I yelled back. I tried to run up to him until I foot was hurting. I fell into a puddle . I started crying.
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"Agioo.." I heard his voice again. "Are you okay?" He said All I could think of is that.. He came back.. I tried getting up but I fell right back down. He kneeled down and had his back wide open.
"Get on." He said.
"What?" Sniffing my nose. He gently forced me on to his back. -
Bambam carried me to my apartment. I explain that my father wanted it not me. We were in front of my door.
"Thank you." I took out my keys.
"(Y/n).." Bambam said. I turned around. He kissed my wet lips. He grabbed my waist.
"Ya!" My father opened the door half drunk.
"Dad!" I yelled. I turned around, used my body to cover Bambam.
"Who the hell do you think you're doing?!" My dad yelled. "Dad! Let's talk inside." I said back in a quiet voice. I turned around and looked at Bambam.
"I think you should leave." Pushing him away.
"What?! Are you serious? You want me to leave you here with him?" He said
"It's okay." I said. Faking a smile. Bambam took my hand and walked out of the building.
"YAAA! Where are you doing?!" My dad was yelling.
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Bambam was carrying me again.
"I'm sorry you had to deal with that." I whispered into his ear. "It's okay. You don't deserve to be treated like that." Bambam said back.
"Then how should I be treated?" I said back.
"A princess. You should be treated like a princess." He said sweetly. I softly kissed his cheek.
"Thank you"

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