KHUNBAM SPY X FAMILY AU (FT. MISENG AS ANYA)

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Damn khun looking all fab and viole is just depressed

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 19, 2023.

Recipient: @erielmaeastro7 (Prompt)

Summary: Bam is oblivious to his own pining.

“I brought you something.”

Bam looked up from his book to the plastic container holding a beautiful rainbow-decorated cupcake. He quickly shoved a bookmark in, shut his book, dropped it on his lap, and extended his hands, fingers wiggling excitedly.

Khun chuckled as he handed the container over.

“Thank you, Khun-ssi! You spoil me.”

Bam scooted over and Khun took his place next to him as he opened the container.

“You deserve that and much more.”

Heat rose to Bam’s face as he carefully lifted the cupcake. Little gestures, gifts, and words; Khun was always gentle and affectionate with him. He cherished every interaction because they made him feel loved. They made him feel human.

Bam took a tentative bite and savored the sweet, thick frosting coating his tongue. He hummed with delight.

He glanced at Khun, who was watching him with that look he’d learned was for him alone. His lips quirked crookedly, eyebrows low and relaxed, eyes fixated on him. It was an expression filled with a helpless adoration.

The heat spread to his ears, and he preened at the attention. From anyone else, he would be squirming with discomfort, but Khun… Khun was different.

Khun was someone he could see himself falling in love with.

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jul 10, 2023.

Recipient: @ylge_ (Prompt)

Summary: Khun reluctantly dressing in pink for a Barbie movie date with Bam (he likes it in the end)

“I think this shirt is a little too small for me,” Khun complained as he tugged at the front of his shirt. It was pink. Well, it had been red when he first bought it years ago, but the color faded after the croc ruined his laundry by throwing in a towel soaked in cleaning product.

Bam was wearing a pink hoodie and torn pink jeans, and he looked comfortable as can be. Khun was kinda jealous.

“You had time before the showing to pick up a new shirt but you insisted you already had one.” Bam grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the theater.

“And I do.” Khun pouted, but let himself be dragged.

“I promise you’ll enjoy the movie and forget all about your shirt. C’mon!”

Khun grumbled, but followed his boyfriend. They melded into the crowd full of people who were also wearing pink.

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By the time the movie ended, Khun’s discomfort was long forgotten. Hearing Bam giggle and sputter had been a treat, and he admittedly found a lot of it pretty ridiculously funny himself.

“So? What did you think?” Bam asked, squeezing Khun’s hand as they followed the sea of pink out to the parking lot.

Khun shrugged. “It was funny.”

Bam nudged his side playfully. “I heard you laughing multiple times.”

Khun pulled him closer and put an arm around Bam’s shoulders. “Alright, it was really good. Not award-winning good, but… pretty entertaining.”

Bam laughed and leaned into his boyfriend. “That means a lot to me. Thank you.”

Khun smiled and let Bam lace their fingers together. “I’ll try anything for you.”

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Aug 20, 2022.

Recipient: @khunviolegrace

Summary: Bam finds great comfort in Khun's scent.

Bam shut the door and covered his mouth when he yawned despite no one else being in the room. He started getting ready for bed with only the sound of his breathing and clothes ruffling.

Usually, Khun would be here with him, but he was away for a meeting on the other side of the floor and had told Bam he would probably return in the morning so he shouldn't wait up.

It was fine, it was just one night anyway. He'd dealt with lonelier nights than this.

With a forlorn sigh, Bam shuffled across the room and dropped his day's clothes in the hamper. As the clothes his the bottom, a gust of Khun's scent slammed into Bam, and it stunned him for a moment.

Bam stood there dumbly, his tired mind trying to draw the pros and cons for what he wanted to on sand being lapped at by a sea of sleepiness. It was a fruitless endeavor, so against his better judgment, he reached in, pushed his clothes aside, and pulled out one of Khun's shirts.

He brought it to his face, closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply through his nose. There light traces of Khun's cologne; notes of wood, citrus, and spice.

He pulled it away, turned it around, and buried his face in it again. The scent of Khun's natural musk and sweat was much stronger on the back. Bam couldn't help letting out a pleased groan that rumbled deep in his chest after taking in another big whiff.

The tension sloughed off his shoulders and limbs as he felt wrapped in that familiar scent of safety. It warmed his insides to a pleasant tingle and made his heart feel full to the brim.

With his mind perfectly blank of everything unnecessary, he ambled to the bed and flopped over. His body curled up around the shirt and clung to its comfort. He fell asleep in minutes.

In the morning, Khun gave a tentative tug on the sleeve of his wrinkled shirt and was sure heard Bam growl in response.

"Bam," he whispered as he leaned closer. "Wake up, Bam."

Slowly, Bam unraveled from his protective ball, stretching his legs out and then his arms with a loud yawn. Khun took advantage of that moment to pull his shirt free.

"G'morning, Khun-ssi." Bam languidly smiled, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep.

Khun chuckled at him. "Good morning, sleeping beauty. Sleep well?" He slung the shirt over his shoulder and cocked his head.

Bam nodded slowly as stifled another yawn until he suddenly shot upright on the bed with a gasp. "Oh! I'm sorry! I, uhh—your shirt—I was just—"

"It's fine, Bam," laughed Khun. "I'm sorry you had to use a replacement instead of the real thing last night."

Bam's face was hot with embarrassment and his brows creased his forehead with worry anyway.

Khun dropped his hand on Bam's head, ruffling gently before stroking his thumb across his cheek and cupping his chin to meet his eyes. He leaned in close enough to feel the heat of Bam's exhale.

"Whatever you need from me, Bam, you can take whenever you want." Khun leaned in to touch their foreheads together, barely a second and much too short, before he let go and moved away.

Blank blinked, stupefied by what just happened.

"I'm gonna go shower. See you downstairs for breakfast?" Khun paused on the doorway as he stared at Bam, waiting for an answer.

A grin slowly spread on Bam's face as he felt the familiar warmth of Khun's precense sink back into him. "Okay!"

sometimes I like to imagine that Wangnan's brain functions like a telltale game

so often when I see people say, "I hate my writing" it's less about the writing itself and more about the fact that its theirs.

that's not bad writing, babe. it's self-hatred. ❤️

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter May 2, 2023.

Recipient: @JusALittleWeird (Prompt)

Summary: Mutually possessive Khunbam

It took Khun just a few minutes to go to the bathroom and come back, but already a vulture had swooped in. He threw an arm around Bam’s shoulder and glowered at Isu.

“Oh, hi Khun-ssi!” Bam held up a curved glass. “Look, Isu brought me a drink.”

Khun took one look at the pink liquid inside and narrowed his eyes at it. “May I see?”

Bam handed over the drink and Khun swirled the glass and took a sniff. Isu shifted uncomfortably when the drink was held out to him. “He won’t be having this.”

Isu slowly grabbed it. “Oookay. My bad. I’ll just… see if anyone else wants it. See ya.”

Isu rushed away and Khun turned to Bam, pressing close and whispering in his ear. “Don’t take anything anyone gives you, Bam. You should only trust me, understood?”

A defiant whisper cut back, “Then don’t leave me alone next time, Khun-ssi. You know I hate it when I can’t see you.”

Khun huffed as he turned away. “It was just to the bathroom.”

“I could have waited outside the stall.”

“No. You need to learn—“

“Learn what? How to breathe without you?” Bam cupped Khun’s cheek and made him face him. “I can, but why should I? You’re mine, aren’t you?”

A shiver ran down Khun’s spine, his lips tingling as he yearned to devour those words right out of Bam’s mouth. “Don’t be mistaken.” He grabbed Bam’s wrist and squeezed. “You’re the one who belongs to me first.”

It was quick like a viper strike, how Khun leaned in and nipped at Bam’s lower lip before taking a step back with a come hither look. Bam licked his lips and followed him out of the dining room and into the hall.

//TOG SEASON 2 SPOILERS

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