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Substance 15- KNJ

Namjoon x Reader, Idol!AU

WC: ~2.6k

Explicit, 18+ 🔞

Summary: You meet Kim Namjoon at the library during a yearlong fellowship in Seoul. You’ve never heard of BTS, but you like him. Is there a place in his life for you?

Warnings: condom-less sex in an established relationship; of age alcohol consumption, explicit domesticity

A/N: Thanks to @vyduan @sugalaritae for reading. And @thatlongspringnight for knowing exactly what this needed. Bold indicates Korean and as in previous chapters I imagine Namjoon and OC speak a mix of English and Korean. And there is a little Easter egg in here for @minttangerines

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Part 15: THE CHUSEOK DINNER

September

“Sonnyeo, this is such a lovely apartment.”

Audrey and her grandparents are at the Chuseok dinner at Namjoon’s apartment. They signed NDAs too. Her grandmother affectionately also calls you ‘granddaughter’ and she was thrilled you are seeing “a nice Korean boy.”

Your boss, Mi Hi, was also thrilled when you’d accepted their job offer. She’d even given you a bottle of champagne for the holiday. You can see Audrey at the bar opening it.

“Thank you, halmoni.” You give her a quick side hug. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

Audrey walks up with two glasses of the champagne and hands one to you. “What are we talking about?”

“This apartment, sonnyeo, it’s so nice.”

“I can’t take any credit for it. It’s Namjoon’s apartment.”

“Well when you are married, you will live here, right?”

“When we’re married?” Cold sweat prickles along your neck at the thought. Looking around the apartment seems smaller, is it all the people in it? But your heart swells involuntarily, like it’s suddenly filled with soft cotton batting. “We aren’t even engaged, halmoni—”

“But you’ve been dating for so long. You are hosting a Chuseok dinner together. You are getting married.”

You look at Audrey asking for help.

“Halmoni, _______ and Namjoon are very modern. These things take some more time.”

Halmoni tuts a bit, “Why deny what is so obvious? I don’t understand. Plus, Namjoon is so tall and successful. You can have lots of beautiful great-grandbabies for me. Start now.”

“Halmoni!” The two of you cry, laughing as she shrugs and walks back to the bar. Audrey gives you a look and squeezes your arm as she follows.

Your eyes wander to Namjoon chatting with his mom and Audrey’s harabeoji. He’s smiling so broadly. He chose his navy cashmere sweater specifically because it matches part of the pattern in your dress.

Married.

What would that mean? How much more of your life would be this? You at the museum, Namjoon recording and performing and touring. Events, milestones, celebrations, the expectations of a married couple. Of a family. A home together. A life together.

What parts of your life, the decisions, would be yours and what would be shared?

What choices would you lose?

It should be terrifying. It is a little. Or is it a thrill to think of it? If you reach out you can touch it and it fills you up. Makes your heart swell so much you might cry.

You push the thoughts about his contract, the security, the publicity, the NDA, the secrets, away. And you just look at him.

He looks over and sees you staring. You must look off cause he frowns and mouths, “You okay?”

You smile and nod, he winks in return and goes back to his conversation.

All of these thoughts are colliding in your brain and the tears threaten again. But one is louder than the others. What if…What if…

Audrey walks up and slips her arm around yours. “I know that look on your face, let's go take a break?”

You squeeze her arm and nod, leading the two of you to Namjoon’s bedroom. Your bedroom? You have half the closet, your books and hand cream on the bedside tables, you picked out this bedspread.

She sits on the edge of the bed as you close the door. She pats the spot next to her.

Some tears have fallen on your silk dress.

“I have to wait for these to dry before I can go back out.”

“You need to wear machine washable clothes for family holiday meals that might include emotions of any kind.”

You chuckle and press at your eyes. You don’t want to smudge anything and give any hint to Namjoon’s family that you are upset.

“Namjoon asked me to move in. Now that I’ve extended my contract with the museum. He wants to rent another apartment for me and have me live here.”

“Okay,” Audrey is rubbing small circles on your back. “That’s a good thing?”

“It is, I mean, I already spend six nights a week here. It’s just…” you take a deep breath. “I just got the okay to be in this apartment unsupervised.” You put up air quotes. “Because now it’s official in the contract. And in the apartment records.” Audrey heard about the freight elevator incident. She squeezes your hand.

“It all just feels so—so solidified? This is my life now. In Seoul. With him. It’s just not what I had planned. But also I could have never even imagined this—”

“That you’d be deeply in love with a six foot tall multi-millionaire Korean rapper who currently has a mullet and who also loves the exact same mid-century minimalist art that you do?” Audrey deadpans.

You smile, “I’m not complaining, it’s the opposite of a complaint. It’s a dream. It’s just…fast. And I’m…used to being the driver and setting my own pace and—”

“You are technically still doing that, the man cannot drive.”

You snort out a laugh and Audrey snickers in response. You look down and notice the tear drops have dried on your dress. You can’t even tell they were there.

“Don’t let what Halmoni said get to you. She’s been on me about getting married and having babies since I got here. And not to Korea, to this dinner.”

“Does she know about you and Jimin?”

“Absolutely not. She’s a Jin bias, so she’d be disappointed it wasn’t him. Plus, that’s not exactly wholesome family content, you know?”

You snicker. “She would be a Jin bias.” And then let out a big breath, your mind snapping back to Namjoon. “It just seems so impossible, but also really possible. And that is just a lot.”

“You can take this at your own pace. Or tell Namjoon that you need time. Did you tell him you’d keep your lease til it runs out?”

You nod. “You know me too well.”

“Well before you were in love with that tall ass idol, you were in love with maybe 5’ 6’’ on a good day in heels, art historian, me.”

You give her a big hug and she squeezes you so tight. “I still am, Auds, Namjoon knows his place.”

You pull back and she straightens your hair. “Do I look okay? Red eyes?” you ask.

“You look perfect. Plus everyone out there has had a few glasses at this point, no one will even notice we’ve been gone.”

A soft knock and the door and Namjoon pokes his head in. “Dinner is ready.” He clears his throat. “Also, Halmoni just came over and told me she hoped our babies would get my height and your hand-eye coordination?”

He raises an eyebrow, with a cheeky grin. But when his eyes land on your face, his brow creases, the dimples fade a bit.

“I’ll go distract them for a bit.” Audrey kisses you on the cheek and leaves, closing the door behind her.

“You okay?” Namjoon pulls you in for a hug as you stand.

“Yeah, just needed some introvert time. You know me.” You’re not lying, but his eyebrows quirk a bit, his eyes trained on you. He’s not pushing, but he can tell there’s more to it.

“Okay, my love.” He kisses your forehead. “Let’s go celebrate?”

You smile and take his hand. “Yeah, let’s.”

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The dinner is delicious and loud and there is lots of wine and laughter. By your standards this is a rousing success. Namjoon’s hand is steady on your leg through the whole meal, giving you some reassuring squeezes and helping translate some things you didn’t quite catch.

Your Korean has improved significantly, even your work colleagues and students have commented on it. But when everyone is speaking so quickly, slipping in bits of satoori, and you’re all a little tipsy, you still need to work to translate in your head.

You wound up having the dinner catered, the pressure of preparing a traditional meal for your first family holiday with Namjoon was a little too much. But Namjoon’s birthday is tomorrow and he’ll be working, so you also made him something from one of your own family traditions—a funfetti cake. Namjoon beams when you bring it out, covered in birthday candles; Sung Ho had helped you keep it a secret.

The sight of him, in the candlelight from the cake, everyone singing, his dimples so deep, resonates through your whole body. You want to remember this for the rest of your life.

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It’s late when people start to leave, and you walk Audrey and her family to the door. Halmoni gives you a huge hug, “I love to see you so happy, sonnyeo.” You squeeze her back and blow a kiss to Audrey.

Namjoon is still at the table chatting, but you are starting to flag. The wine and food and company making you so sleepy. You say good night to everyone, walking up behind him. You kiss him on the cheek, your hand sliding down his chest a bit, as he’s making a point about something. He grins, and gives your hand a kiss, and you go to bed.

——

“Jagi…”

“Hmmmm? ‘M sleepy, baby.” Namjoon climbs in and wraps his arms around you. You still feel so fluttery around him, even in your tired state. Your heart rate picks up a bit when you realize he, like usual, isn’t wearing anything to bed.

“Hi.”

“Hi to you, Joonie.”

“I like it when you call me Joonie.” He squeezes you a bit. He smells like wine and soap and him. The bare skin of his torso is so warm. You feel enveloped, protected. “Thank you for today, my love.”

“Hmmm? Why thank you?”

“It just—my cake and having everyone here. I don’t know…you made it happen.”

You want to see him. You pull back a bit so you can roll over, his lips chasing your skin as you do. His hands gently trying to keep you in place, making you giggle and wiggle a bit to move.

You run your fingers along his face and kiss each of his dimples. He looks kind of shy, you can feel his face heat under your fingertips. His hands are on your hips, thumbs drawing small circles.

“I was so happy to have Audrey and her family here.”

“Her halmoni kept asking me if I had any tall cousins that I could introduce to Audrey.”

“Ha! She was telling me about how this would be my house when we get married.”

His hands grip your hips a little tighter and he chuckles. “Is that what was on your mind before?”

“Yeah, a little, I know it comes from a good place. It’s just, you know, was just a lot all at once.”

“I’ll give you a lot all at once.”

“Oh my god,” you snort and roll your eyes as he nuzzles into your neck. You hum a little as his hands start to gently run up and down your side.

You arch your back, pressing into him. He says your name in a voice so low you can feel his chest rumble underneath your hands. “Feeling better now, jagi?” You respond by pressing harder, grinding into him a bit. “Oh, or maybe you like that idea a little?”

That little tingle of panic is back but it’s overridden by how good this feels right now. The way he’s holding you, the way his hands move on your body. Being in this home with him. All this sensation, all this feeling pours into the deep well of affection you have for him.

His hand moves up your thigh, pushing your silky slip up. “Oh shit, jagi, no panties?” His voice in your ear gets lower and slower as he presses his fingers into your skin.

“Hmmmm, must have forgotten.” Your hand slides back into his hair as his lips kiss and suck up your neck.

“I thought you were so sleepy and now—” his hands slide between your thighs. “You’re so wet.” You’ve gone from zero go to very horny in no time flat.

“Oh god,” you keen, your hand pulling on his hair a bit.

You move to kiss him, but he flashes a wicked grin and presses his face into your cleavage. He gives you a little motorboat and your laugh turns to a moan when he licks up between your breasts.

He starts pinching and twisting your nipples through the fabric, his mouth licking and sucking, wetting the silk as he bites down on your nipple, harder than he has before. You let out a moan so deep you didn’t even know you could make that sound. Your clit feels like it’s throbbing.

“Fuck, baby.” You can’t even get the words out.

Your hand is around his dick, you can feel it pulse a little when you squeeze it. And he tips his head back and let’s out a sound so low, so erotic, you feel yourself getting wetter. He grabs your leg and lifts it over his thigh.

“Oh shit, jagiya, you’re so—oh god.” Now he’s struggling to speak as the tip of his dick pokes just between your folds. You roll your hips, slipping over it, covering him in your arousal, til he’s right at your entrance.

You moan an approval and your voice turns to a shout as he grabs your ass and thrusts in. You clench down to stay close to him and he pauses.

You can feel his heart racing against your chest. Your pussy pulsing and fluttering around him. Your eyes close, your mouth ghosting around his, too lost in the feeling of him inside you.

“You ready for me, baby?” His voice is hoarse.

You cling to him and whine. “Yes, want you now. Please. NOW. Split me in two.”

He starts slow rocking, strokes getting longer and harder, ramping up so fast. Until you’re pulling on his hair, his shoulders, your foot pushing into his thigh in an attempt to hang on.

“You need it hard and fast tonight, baby? Hmmm? I can feel you getting wetter.”

“I do, I do! Need—oh—never stop never stop fucking me.” Your voice is so strained.

“Not going to, baby, never going to stop.”

With that he rolls over, grabbing your ass harder and pulling you on top of him. You grab the headboard and lift up on your knees to ride him faster. His hands on your hips keeping the pace, thrusting up with such force you’re practically bouncing off his hips.

“I’m so—don’t—” You’re rambling, like your voice is coming from somewhere else.

“I won’t—ever. Want to watch your tits bounce like this forever, baby. Want to have you like this forever. God, the sounds you’re making.”

Your tits have bounced out of your slip with one hard thrust and he sits up to bite your nipple with that same intensity and you break. A stream of filth comes out of your mouth. Namjoon lifts his hand and slaps your ass, eyes scrunched up, hips pressing into yours as he follows.

You flop down on top of him and he lets go of your hips, hands moving to your back, holding you close. You press your face to his neck and kiss his sweaty skin.

“You were speaking Korean.”

“Huh?” You barely move to respond.

“When you came, it was all Korean.”

Your head pops up at this. You grin and kiss him full on the lips.

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