"No," Bam cut in gently but firmly, taking the keys and carefully helping Oom sit in the passenger seat. Bam drove straight to her own hard-earned apartment, a place she had purchased independently, entirely separate from the family penthouse. When Bam pulled into the unfamiliar underground parking lot of the private complex, Oom looked out the window in confusion. "Where are we?" Oom blinking as she looked around the quiet garage. "This isn't the penthouse." "No," Bam eyes locking onto Oom's with unyielding resolve. "It's my apartment." Oom froze, breath catching in her throat as her heart did a wild flip. "Bam, I really can take care of myself. I don't want to trouble you." "You're not troubling me," Bam turning off the engine. "You're staying with me." Seeing the undeniable devotion shining through Bam's usual stoic defense, Oom couldn't argue any longer. She nodded softly, pout melting into a sweet, shy smile as she let Bam lead her out into the gentle rain, finally heading home together. Inside the minimalist apartment, Bam guided Oom straight into the master bedroom. The space was quiet, warm, and smelled subtly of sandalwood and clean linens. Bam walked over to the closet, pulled out a pair of oversized lounge pants and a comfortable cotton shirt, and set them on the edge of the bed beside Oom. Then, stepping close to Oom who was sitting on the edge of the bed, Bam reached out without hesitation and held the hem of Oom's shirt, starting to lift it up to undress her. "What, what are you doing?" Oom stammered in complete shock, watching Bam lean down so close. "Change your clothes," Bam said calmly. "I can, I can do it myself," Oom voice small as she gestured weakly to her slung arm. "Do it then," Bam crossing her arms over her chest and standing her ground. Oom looked up at her, cheeks flushing warm once again. "You, you should turn around." Bam raised a cool eyebrow, lips twitching with the faintest hint of amusement. "It's not like I haven't seen or touched that before." Oom gasped softly, mouth opening in cute indignation as her ears turned beet red all over again. "Bam!" Without another word of argument, Bam gently guided Oom by her uninjured wrist into the spacious bathroom. "Clean yourself up first," Bam setting the fresh clothes on the counter. "Call me if you need help." Bam turned and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Oom let out a long, heavy sigh of relief, resting her back against the door as her racing heart slowly settled. Following Bam's instructions, Oom carefully unbuttoned her torn shirt with one hand, letting it slide down her shoulders as she began rinsing her face and wiping down her skin at the sink. Suddenly, the bathroom door clicked open. Bam walked freely back inside, completely unbothered, carrying a dry towel. Oom jumped, clutching her unbuttoned top against her chest, face instantly burning hot. "B-Bam! I'm not, I'm not yet finished!" she stammered, stumbling backward against the counter. Bam didn't pause. She stepped right up to Oom, gaze dark, intense, and unblinking. "Stop moving before you hurt your arm," Bam murmured softly, hands reaching out to gently pull Oom's hands away. Unbearable tension filled the warm, steam-dusted air between them. Bam worked carefully, fingers brushing lightly against Oom's bare skin as she helped her out of the ruined shirt and carefully guided her uninjured arm through the sleeve of the fresh cotton shirt. Every subtle touch sent a electric shudder straight down Oom's spine, her breathing shallow and ragged as Bam leaned in close, buttoning up the shirt for her with quiet, lingering focus. Once the last button was secured, Bam didn't step back. Instead, her hands moved to her own damp suit jacket, slowly slipping it off her shoulders. "Go on," Bam whispered, voice dangerously low as she stepped right into the spacious walk-in shower beside Oom. "I'll take a bath too." #oombam #bamsaralee #oomeisaya #austory #aurecommendation - @bae9779s