#bambam got7

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Pairing: Platonic BamBam x gn!Reader

Genre:Fluff

Summary: BamBam likes to think he’s a nice roommate. You think so too, but you’re not going to tell him that.

Word Count:233

Warnings: One use of damn.

Your bones crack as you shift in your seat, loud enough to draw the attention of your friend and roommate, BamBam. “Damn, you heard your bones crack, right? Maybe you should see a chiropractor,” he says, looking up from his phone with a raised eyebrow.

You shrug, not looking up from the dissertation you were writing. “One of these days when I have the time. I’m too busy right now.” BamBam doesn’t let up.

“Didn’t you say it hurts when you move your head too much? That’s a bit weird.”

You still don’t look up. “Nah, I’m sure it’ll go away in a bit. It’s not on the top of my worries.” Another page, another paragraph. BamBam sighs. He gets up, shifting, but you still don’t look up.

However, when his bony, cold, hands press into your neck, you jump in your seat and turn to look at him, wincing at the crick in your neck. “Bam? What are you doing?”

BamBam just scowls at you, but you can see the laugh in his eyes. “Shut up, I’m trying to be nice and make you relax. Go write your dissertation, dumbass.”

You laugh, leaning into his touch and continue writing. BamBam smiles at the back of your head endearingly as his hands work out the knots in your back. It’s almost sickeningly domestic but he doesn’t mind, and he hopes you don’t either.