Prompt Answer Originally Posted On Twitter May 2, 2023.

Khun's absence was not easy. Bam's gaze would return to the empty seat beside him each time, the one stubbornly reserved for his sleeping best friend. It was force of habit by then. He would try to imagine what Khun would look like seated there, remember his voice and face and sly demeanor, the memory eventually becoming a blurred spectre of blue staring him in the eye and plunging a knife through his chest.

Soon he'd forgotten what Khun sounded like, and then he thought, that's it - he's forgetting him, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He forced himself to look forward, and the seat sat empty in the edges of his vision.

When Khun awoke, returned to him warm and smiling, he drank in his image, sated his longing in the marine of his irises and nearly drowned when his hand rose to brush fingertips across his face -

"Your hair... It's gotten quite long."

Khun didn't need to know it was meant to match his, time spent imagining him in the reflection of mirrors in his place; it's a ridiculous thing to admit –

"Yeah. It's not as long as I'd like it, yet."

"Are you well?"

Bam looked at him. Was he well?

Yeah. Yes. He breathed, one of Khun's colognes wafting pleasant in the air, upending nostalgia into his heart, a breath of winter's air–

"With you here," he responded, unable to stop himself.

Khun smiled. Safe haven found in the curve of his lips, carried in his currents, a return to alright, a shifted axis restored. His veins spring hope anew from where ice silenced its flow, and the future will no longer be something for him to face alone.

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Jul 10, 2023.

Recipient: @khunbambr (Prompt)

Summary: Khunbam pillowtalk

It was late and Bam was in bed, snuggled into Khun’s side. He felt safe and warm—but unfortunately wide awake.

“Khun-ssi?”

Khun hummed, half-asleep as Bam traced a finger up and down his chest. The soft fabric felt nice.

“What’s it like to fall in love?”

Khun’s eyes fluttered open, and he blinked at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, Bam.” Khun answered, voice slurred with sleep. “You just realize it after you’ve fallen in love.”

Bam was quiet for a moment. He pressed his palm against Khun’s chest to feel his heartbeat.

“So you’ve been in love before?”

Bam felt Khun’s heart rate pick up.

Khun let out a sigh and turned his head away. “Yeah. Many times.”

“Oh…” Something twisted in Bam’s gut, sour and unpleasant. He withdrew his hand and tucked it against his own chest.

Khun turned his head again, and this time, their eyes met. The corner of Khun’s mouth quirked up.

“When I first met you. When I got you back. When I woke up from my coma.” He let out a quick chuckle. “Anytime I look at you… I feel my heart sing its praises for being able to be by your side.”

Bam tucked his head under Khun’s chin, hiding the big smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around Khun’s torso. “You’re too much…”

Khun snickered and closed his eyes again. “You asked.”

khunbam week 2020 - day 3: injury

i call this piece “bam and viole commit their first crime”

those bullies willbe rethinking their life choices forever

first fan comic :3

Recent discourse reminds me of that cult indoctrination trick that's often used to weed out more difficult marks early on, where they tell you all that you aren't allowed to eat rice on Tuesdays and then if you protest they go "wow SOMEBODY likes rice a little much huh" as if you're the fucking weirdo who cares too much about how much rice is consumed between Monday and Wednesday instead of them.

And this forces you to decide whether your autonomy matters to you more than the approval of the group - while they'll still act like you're on thin ice either way, if you give in at this point they know you're theirs forever, because now they've established a foothold, you've shown a moral weakness, which they will brand you with so it can be used against you in the future ("hey RICE-addict here doesn't want help break into the city records office") to force you to double-down and isolate you further.

And if instead you do decide to push back further, after your abrupt departure from the group ("You're seriously leaving us over RICE?!? Seriously?") and subsequent ostracism, you can then be used as a demonstration to the others who were more pliable, of how the outgroup is full of people like you who are obsessed with violating the No-Tuesday-Rice rule to the point where they'll abandon all their friends, who cared so much for them, so it clearly isn't an arbitrary restriction, you're the kind of monster these rules are intended to protect them from, thus all the other wise and esoteric precepts of the charismatic leader are implied to be equally justified.

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sorry for the slow posting :(

literally did the line art for this in late march, why am i like this

05/19/24

khunbam kissy doodle that i haven't posted here yet😗

Prompt answer originally posted on Twitter Apr 18, 2023.

Recipient: @khuncest

Summary: Friends with benefits, pining while fucking.

Bam was between work and needed a place to stay until he could afford rent. Khun offered to let him crash on his couch until then. It started as a joke that he’d pay with sex, yet here they were. Clothes thrown to the ground, grinding against each other on the bed, kissing like they’ve never tasted anything sweeter.

He knew it was a bad idea. He had been in love with his best friend for years, but had been too scared to change their perfect friendship into something else. But maybe this wouldn’t change anything?

Bam gasped when Khun’s teeth grazed his neck. “Do it,” he whispered, and hissed through his teeth when he did.

Yearning was all he knew, so this was new, overwhelming, exciting. He wanted Khun to mark him up all over, to show the world whom he belonged to. He wanted to do the same to Khun; claim him, brand him, keep him all for himself.

Bam keened as Khun’s tongue swirled around a nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

And Khun… His hands were restless; tracing his sides, squeezing here, caressing there. He kissed him with such desperation, it made his head spin. He could feel how hard Khun had already gotten, and they had barely started.

If he shut his eyes and let his imagination spin the narrative, he could almost… almost believe that Khun was just as in love with him.