K-pop One shots (xReader)

I was pretty depressed after work.

Tired and not in a good mood at all.

The work today was totally stressing, and not only that, my phone was filled with spam of hate comments... again.

I was dating the famous idol of the group GOT7, Bambam.

Me and Bambam met for about 6 months ago, when I moved to this new apartment, which was right beside GOT7's dorm.
But after their manager found out, he had me to move out...

So around 4 months ago, I moved out, which was about when Bambam confessed how he missed me and how he fell for me.

Of course I accepted his feelings and we started dating.

Because of the stupid head of his, he told everyone on Instagram and Twitter that he got a girlfriend. We went through a lot of trouble, but the manager accepted it at the end.

But I felt that the more we were together, the more hate comments was shot at me.
Bambam told me not to care about them, because they are not true, but I couldn't help it and started to read them...

"Why is she dating our bambam? She is not pretty"

"She is fat"
"Too plain for him"
"Bambam deserve someone better than her"

You get the point....
At first, I didn't mind, but the more I read them. I felt that it was true.
I was plain compared to the other girls. I mean, the other girl idols are more amazing than me!
Not only that, but Bambam was even more amazing than me.
Not knowing what to do, I just tried to live through every day.

The moment I stepped out of the shower, I got a text message from Bambam.
"Speaking of the devil..." I muttered as I unlocked my phone and read the text message.
-Bambam

Hey Princess!

This is your DabBam!

Haha, Just kidding!
We just got at the dorm! And I miss you!!
When can you meet me??

A stupid laughter escaped my lips as I sat down on the couch with the towel wrapped around my hair.
What should I text him I wondered.

-(Y/N)

Hey Bambam!

You know how busy you are, and you need to rest.
After I sent the text message back, I grew more and more anxious.

What if the hate comments were true, or the threats from his fans?

I looked at myself in the mirror.
"I don't suit to be his girlfriend at all" I sulked.

Again, I got a text message.

"Bambam again?" I questioned, walking towards my phone again.
"Can we video chat then?"

"I look like a mess..." I mumbled as I looked at myself in the mirror once more.

But I want to see him....
-(Y/N)
Give me some minutes.
After getting my haired brushed and changed my clothes into a comfy t-shirt and sweatpants, I called Bambam.
"Hey Pretty" He smiled on the screen.

"Hi" I answered back.

"You don't look like a mess at all"

"Trust me, I did"
"Gosh, I miss you"

"I miss you too...."
"Is something wrong?" he asked worried.

"I-i can't do this anymore Bambam... I am sorry"

"Do what?" he asked again.

"I think we should have a break from each other Bambam...."

"Wha? (Y/N) But!"

"Bye" I said with a sad smile as I ended the video call.
This is probably for the best...

My depressed day just became worse.

Not feeling like doing anything, I sat in my couch, eating ice cream and watched TV.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Oh, the pizza is here" I smiled as I walked my way to the front door.

When I opened it, I didn't see any pizza.

But Bambam.

"Bambam! What are you doing here?!" I asked shocked.
"To talk to you" he said in a serious tone, walking inside my apartment.

Confused, I followed him to the living room, where he stood.

"Bambam?" I asked worried as he turned around, facing me.
"Why do you want us to distance more?!"

"Bambam, I am going through a tough time now and-"
"If you are going through a lot then talk to me!! Was it something I did??"

"NO! Of course not! It is all my fault"

"Your fault?" Bambam asked confused.

My big sight filled the quiet air between us.

"Have you seen the posts about me?" I asked him, sitting down in the couch.

"What posts?" he asked, following me to the couch as he sat down beside me.

"The haters" I answered.

"(Y/N).."

"I know that I shouldn't care! but the more I read, the more anxious I got. I mean some of them are true!! I am plain and I don't suit to be your girlfriend!!"

"What makes you think that?"

"I am not feminene, I am plain and-"

"Am I too easy?" Bambam suddenly asked, making me crack in laughter.
"What?? This is not the time for your quotes Bambam!!" I slapped him half angry.

"You shouldn't care about the haters, okay?"

"It's easier said than done..."

"I think that you are too good for me" Bambam confessed.

"Wha?! How?!"

"Look at me! I am kidding around all the time, making jokes, just being a fool."

"You are working hard in a fun way" I smiled, looking at his brown eyes.

"You are caring, pretty and just amazing . You are just right (Y/N). No one should ever say the upside, and if they do, they are going to regret it" Bambam smiled as he gently kissed my forehead.

"So please don't say we need a break from each other. Cause I need you."

"BTS fan?" I asked as I closed the distance between us, leaning myself on his shoulder.
"Don't even try" he warned me, putting his arm around me.

After a couple of minutes of relaxing, Bambam spoke up.

"if you have something to complain, just tell me okay?"

"Okay" I agreed.
"So, spit out"

"Huh?"
"Tell me everything. Your doubs, fears, everything."

"Well...

you are more feminine than me

you have better style

and more shoes than me...."

"Okay, come on. I don't have so many shoes"
"You have like 40 pairs just at my apartment!"

"And?" he asked like it was no problem.
"You have more clothes than me too" I complained.
"Yeah right"

"mhm? Why is half of my closet filled with your clothes then??"

"cause I love you?"

"Haha, idiot."

"Okay, okay, I got a problem..."

"No, I like the way you are" I smiled.

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