The Dying of the Light / Taehyung x Reader
Heartbroken, you and Taehyung part ways for a few days to give yourselves a break from each other. As you prepare to face your boyfriend again upon your return, you slowly start to realize that something about the Taehyung youâre texting isnât quite right.
pairing: paranormal!au â Taehyung x Reader
warnings: texting and driving (DONâT DO IT KIDS), strong language, angst + death
words: 5.3k
ANON REQUEST: You getting text messages from Taehyung and them being very strange and realizing that itâs not Taehyung <âŠ>
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Cat-astrophe - Min Yoongi / Suga
Summary: Your pet cat keeps going to your neighborâs apartment and itâs a problem.Â
Genre/tags: Fluff-ish, strangers to ???, minor mention of anxiety.
Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader
a/n: cus we're all soft for long haired Yoongi, right? hehe
It had been officially a month since you had moved to a new apartment place. You loved the new place honestly. It was cozy and the neighborhood looked nice. There were many convenience store nearby and the street was always still busy until late at night, making you feel a little bit of secure when coming home late.
While the place was nice it had one tiny downside. It was rather on the far side from your workplace. It took you an hour of bus ride just to get home from the office, so some days could be more tiring than others. And today was one of those tiring days.Â
It was around nine at night on a Monday. Having to work overtime for the deadline and missed the bus, really dreaded you out. You were both tired and hungry, arriving home only to find that your pet cat was missing. It really just was not your day.
To say you were panicking would be a bit of an understatement. Cookie was barely a four month-old cat and had a very tiny body. All the negative possibilities start filling your head and you were horrified by all of them. Not to mention how it was basically forbidden to bring pets in the apartment complex. It was one of the policies but you couldn't help it since Cookie was a rescue.
When you arrived at your apartment lobby with a cat snack on your hand, there wasnât that many people there. You walked past a guy by the front desk, who had medium-length black locks and fair skin, with headphones dangling on his neck. You began to call your petâs name as soon as you were outside the lobby, but suddenly you felt a light tap on your shoulder.Â
âAre you looking for a small black Bombay cat?â It was the same guy who just walked past you.
âOh my god, I am! Have you seen him???â You said, your voice was a little bit shaky.Â
âHeâs in my place, Iâm on the seventh.âÂ
âOh, me too!â
âI know.â
âOh.â You said, surprised at how stoic he sounded saying that, but didnât further question him on it. âIâm so sorry for bothering you, can I go get him now?â
âSure, I was just gonna go up as well.â
When you both entered the elevator, you made a mental note to ask his name or at least introduce yourself. He was a neighbor after all. It was pretty silent inside the lift and you just hoped he didnât hear your stomach rumbling ever so slightly. You took a deep breath, bearing the hunger for a little while.Â
When the elevator door opened you followed him from behind as he led you to his door. When he stopped at his front door, your eyes were widened in shock.Â
âYou live next to me?!âÂ
âYeah.â He said casually and unlocked the door. "I've seen you multiple times."
You chose to not further question and followed him but stopped when you had only took two steps in, because technically, the homeowner had not really officially permit you to come in. The guy seemed to notice how you just stood awkwardly and looked back.Â
âYou can sit down for a sec, Iâll go get him.âÂ
âOh, right⊠yeah. Thank you.â You said awkwardly and walked to sit on his couch.Â
A few seconds later the man came back with your cat in his embrace. Cookie was clinging on his tshirt before he tugged him and gave him onto your lap.Â
âCookie!â You called, almost teary.Â
âI think he jumped from your balcony to mine. Make sure to close your balcony door next time.â
âThank you so much, I owe you⊠uhâŠâ
âYoongi.âÂ
âThank you, Yoongi.â You repeated and introduced yourself in return. âIâm Y/N, and if you ever need anything please let me now.â You said as you stood up, already making your way out.Â
âAlso, thank you for not reporting itâŠâ
âNo problem.â Was all the guy said and by this point you figured he was not much of a talker.Â
You bid your goodbye to your neighbor, which only gained a small nod before he closed the door on you. You walked to your door and let Cookie down as soon as you got inside. Sighing deeply, you began to feel your stomach rumble again, this time it rumbled quite loudly. Your feet were aching from standing on the bus and now your body finally got on how tired you were.Â
Cookie meowed and immediately went to his cat bed and laid down. You sighed and smiled at the small creature.Â
âYou little rascal⊠youâre lucky I love you.âÂ
You then went to your kitchen to cook yourself some instant ramen.Â
The next day you went to work and had to take another overtime. Unfortunately you had to for the rest of the week until your current project was done. It was exhausting but you had to make it and mostly thinking about the bonus pay from it helped quite a bit. You spent the next few days the same, repeating the schedules, and the tiring work.Â
It was almost ten at night that you arrived home and found out Cookie had gone missing again. For some reason your first instinct was to knock on your next door, in hope the neighbor who once helped you, could lend you a hand again, and hoping maybe Cookie just ran to his place again instead of being gone somewhere where it wasn't safe for him.
You knocked on the door and didnât get immediate answer. You waited for what felt like five minutes, before the door opened and you were greeted with the sight of your neighbor with wet hair. He had a small white towel around his neck and the hoop earring that you saw him with before was absent. His skin looked glowing, you probably needed to ask about his skin care routine later.
âSo sorry to interrupt you, I was wondering if Cookie might have gone to your place again?âÂ
âHeâs right there on the couch.â He casually pointed. His expression was straight and had you wondering if he did not mind it, bothered, or simply didnât care.Â
You slowly walked to approach your cat and bent down to its level. âCookie, you need to stop thisâŠâ You tapped the cat's nose, as if scolding the poor cat would do anything.Â
âHe jumped to my balcony again, did you forget to close the door?âÂ
âBut I made sure to close it this morningâŠâ You looked at your neighbor, who walked closer to inspect the cat.Â
âI think he knows how to turn door knobs, since heâs quite a jumper. You need to lock the door.âÂ
âI canât believe this little demonâŠâ You sighed, fingers still stroking the purring cat.Â
âHeâs⊠alright.âÂ
You were slightly taken aback by the response and looked up to him, but much to your disappointment, his expression still looked the same. You were about to get up and excuse yourself, but you notice a small steel bowl under his dining table, half full with what you assumed to be cat milk (I mean, it would be weird if it was his, duh!).Â
âYou also have a cat?â
His eyes followed yours. âOh, that. I got it the first time Cookie came here, I figured he must be thirsty since he came in around noon time.âÂ
âThatâs⊠thatâs very nice of you.â You looked at him and smiled. Somehow him addressing your cat by his name sounded lovely.Â
âYou can have the rest of the milk if you want, since youâve figured out how he escaped and allâŠâÂ
âItâs okay, you can keep it! Just in case he ran into you againâŠâ You chuckled but then stopped after realizing how that just sounded like you did not mind troubling him with your cat continuously. âI mean⊠Iâm sorry, Iâll make sure heâll never escape again.âÂ
âItâs alright, Iâll keep the milk for now.â He paused for a second, rubbing the back of his neck. âJust in case.â
You looked at your neighbor and couldnât help but to feel all warm inside. He seemed like a nice person and from the looks of it he also liked your cat.Â
âThank you so much, Yoongi. Iâll be taking this little guy here then...â You smiled at him and stood up with Cookie in your arms.Â
âI got some dim sumâŠâÂ
You looked at the guy questioningly.Â
âDo you maybe want some?âÂ
âThatâd be too much, itâs okay, you go ahead and eat.â You politely declined. Although you were hungry, you could bring yourself to bother your neighbor any more than what you had done.Â
âHave you eaten?âÂ
âY-yeah?â You asked, afraid you heard it wrong.Â
âHave you eaten?â He repeated. âIf not, then I insist you take some.â
âIâŠâ You wanted to lie, but at this point it would come off as rude if you refuse him again. âI actually havenât. Thank you very much though, I feel so bad that youâre being this nice to me.â
âYou can just eat them here.âÂ
âI donât wanna disturbââ You were awkwardly cut by the sound of your stomach rumbling.Â
âYouâre not disturbing me.â He cleared his throat and looked away.Â
That was embarrassing.Â
And that was how you ended up sitting down on your neighborâs dining table, eating dim sums.Â
In silence.Â
This Yoongi guy really did not like conversation it seemed. He was sitting down on his couch and had turned the TV on. The volume was on but not quite loudly, and Cookie was on his lap, sleeping as he occasionally stroked the catâs head softly. Funny that somehow you could see some resemblance of Yoongi with your cat.
âSo⊠how long have you lived here?â You bit your bottom lip as you waited for his answer. You kind of regretted asking as soon as the words came out from your mouth, afraid it would be awkward.Â
âAround ten months or so.â He paused. âNo, I think itâs been almost a year cause I spent two months overseas.â
âReally? What were you doing overseas?â You regretted asking again. Looking at how quiet Yoongi was, you didnât want to ask too much or indulge into too much conversation, afraid it would be too much for him.Â
But much to your surprise, he answered. âIâm a producer. I was working for this artist and all the work had to be done in America.âÂ
âWow, that sounds amazing!â You said. At this point you no longer were sitting facing the table, but to him. âWho was the artist?â
âUh⊠Halsey.â He replied while looking at the TV screen, seemingly to avoid your stare.
âOh my god???â You gasped. âThatâs incredible! So youâre like crazy talented?!â
âIâm alrightâŠâÂ
âYou should show me some of your work someday!â You said enthusiastically. When Yoongi did not reply to it and stayed silent, you cursed yourself internally. âI mean compared to what I do thatâs like really amazing.â You chuckled nervously.Â
âIâm sure youâre great at what you do.â He looked at you, a small smile was on his lips.Â
You realized it was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart raced rather faster than usual. It was the first time you saw him with facial expression other than his usual poker face.Â
âIâm just a normal product designer at a very normal company.â You shrugged.Â
âDonât downplay yourself like that. You work very hard.âÂ
âThanksâŠâ You replied shyly.Â
After finishing your food, you got up and went to wash the dishes, which immediately got stopped by the homeowner. He politely told you to go back home and rest. Which again, you could not thank him more for.Â
You took your pet in your arms and said your goodbyes to your neighbor. Right when you arrived back in your place you came to realize something. Yoongi did not eat with you and there was only one portion of the food. While it could just meant he had already eaten beforehand, you felt giddy, thinking about another possibility. Was this a crush you sense forming? Frankly speaking, you could not care less. You were welcoming the possibility with open arms.
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Friday finally came and you were ready to take it in. The days of working with your company project was going to an end, which meant you no longer need to work overtime after this. The thought of it put you in a very good mood.Â
This time right after arriving home, you walked to a nearby chicken restaurant and grab some not only for you, but also for your neighbor. You wanted to repay his kindness the past few days. After changing into some comfortable clothes, not to mention the multiple times you had to re-check the outfit in the mirror for some reason, you took your cat in your left hand and the food in the other. You knocked on your neighborâs door hoping he was home.Â
And he was. You were greeted with his silence but he opened the door wider as soon as he saw your face without question. One thing that caught your eyes though was how he was dressed up like he was ready for a night out. He wasnât in his usual sweatpants and baggy t-shirt, but instead in a ripped wide legged jeans and a light blue shirt, unbuttoned, with a plain white tee underneath. He looked handsome. And here you were, in your so-called comfy outfit that you were starting to regret.
âBefore you ask, no, Cookieâs right here.â You smiled awkwardly as you raised the small cat in your hand for him to see. âIâm just here to drop by some chicken I got for you⊠as a thanks for your help these past few days.â You handed the plastic of food to him. âAlright, thatâs allâŠâ
He took the food from you hesitantly. âYou donât wanna come in?âÂ
âArenât you going out or something?â
âI was⊠but you are here.â He said, sounding unsure.Â
âThatâs ridiculous, why would I stop you from going out?â
âI was gonna go to your placeâŠâÂ
Your mouth formed a small O shape, unable to form a word. He was going to your place? But what for??? The butterflies in your stomach were having a blast.Â
âBut youâre all dressed upâŠâ
âI was gonna change back.â He sighed, running his hand through his hair, which made you gulped at the sight. âI knew this was a bad idea I shouldn't have listened to Hoseokââ
You stopped his rambling. âWhat do you mean?â
âI was gonna ask you if you wanted to go eat together at that one Chicken restaurant nearbyâŠâ
âOh.â You widened your eyes.
âYeah.â He looked at you, biting his cheek in annoyance.Â
âThis is awkward.â You chuckled.Â
âWhatever, just⊠just come in first.â
You saw Yoongi putting the plastic of food on his table. You offered help after putting down your cat on his couch and walked to his direction. Both of you plated the food in comfortable silence, it felt oddly domestic and you liked it. At this point you were used to him being not talkative and see it as his charm.Â
After you took the plates to the living room, Yoongi suddenly came back with cans of beers and soju in his hands.Â
âWeâre drinking?â You said with an amusing grin.Â
âYou can drink, right?âÂ
âSure, but can you?â You playfully eyed him.Â
âDonât challenge me.âÂ
You could see how he was trying to hide his smile, and it brought colors to your cheeks.Â
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You did not know how you got in this situation. Five episodes in randomly rewatching Avatar The Last Airbender and you both were drunk. You were resting your head on his shoulder as you watch the screen. It seemed like the booze gave you confidence, or made you shameless, or both, but the guy didnât complain so it could be a sign of a good thing. While you could see Yoongi holding his alcohol better than you, he was not completely sober either.Â
It was at this very moment where you saw things through a pink tinted lense. Had Yoongiâs hair always looked that soft? Had he always looked this handsome? You began to question things you should not be questioning.
âWhy didnât you change your clothes?â You randomly asked.Â
âDo I look bad?â He replied, eyes still on the screen, hands stroking the sleeping cat on his lap.Â
"Of course not, I just feel severely underdressed now..." You chuckled.
He eyed you from top to bottom, which made you nervous, but he shrugged, seemingly to not have any problem with your clothes.
âYou look⊠handsome.â
âYou think I look handsome?â He suddenly moved to face you, making you move to look at him as well. The tone of his voice sounded like he was teasing more than asking a question.
You nodded and bit your lips. âAnd you kinda look like Cookie.â You giggled.Â
He raised one of his eyebrows, clearly not satisfied with your answer.Â
âYour eyesâŠâ You began to ramble. âThey look just like Cookieâs, and when you look annoyed, or just your plain expression⊠you look like a cute cat.âÂ
âReallyâŠâ Yoongi hummed.Â
âYup!â You giggled like an idiot.Â
You failed to notice how at this point, Yoongi has put Cookie down from his lap to the floor. His face only inches away from you as you kept rambling.Â
âYour hair look so soft⊠like a catâs fur.â You reached your hands closer to his hair, but stopped mid-way, scared heâd get uncomfortable.Â
Yoongi surprised you again by grabbing both of your wrist and putting your hands on his hair, letting you stroke his head slowly. You saw his expression softened and as you kept playing with his hair, he closed his eyes. You swore you heard him purr.Â
âPretty.â You said with a drunk smile.Â
âHmm. Pretty.â He mirrored.Â
âOkay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.â You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense.Â
Yoongi chuckled. âYouâre crazy.â He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. âI like it.âÂ
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To be frank, you could not recall what happened after. You recalled some bits of karakoe-ing? Singing random PSY songs in your broken Korean using a bottle of whiskey as your mic. That was probably all? You couldnât think while the throbbing headache was present in the room with you.
So why were you now in a bed that was not yours, wearing a t-shirt that was too big for you and was clearly not yours, also for heavenâs sake, WHY IS YOONGI SLEEPING NEXT TO ME???Â
You froze. Did you??? There was no way. Sure you found him attractive and all, and you definitely had this huge crush on him, but you couldnât just sleep with a guy you barely knew. Besides your headache, your body didnât feel any pain, so that was probably a good sign. What if he was just that gentle? Okay, you need to stop thinking at once before you started a whole as fiction about you and Yoongi in your head.
When you turned your back, you felt the other side of the bed shifted as well.Â
âYouâre up?â He asked with a raspy voice.Â
âYeah.â You said, still back-facing him. âWe didnât⊠you knowâŠâ
âNo, we didnât.â
âOh, okay good.â
Yoongi did not answered to that, but instead you felt him scooting closer.Â
âIâm sorry, this isnât probably how youâd wanna spend your weekend.â You chuckled.Â
Your breath hitched when you felt a hand over your waist. âIs this okay?â He suddenly stopped when your body tensed at his touch.Â
You nodded, heart beating too loudly for you to form any sentence.Â
âThis is nice.â He said, resting his forehead on your back.Â
When you stayed silent, he took your hand and turned you over to face him. Heat immediately took over your body as soon as your eyes meet. You noticed he was back in his usual home attire, oversized tee and sweatpants. His hair was messy, but it seemed like universe had its favorite cause he still looked good.Â
âYou know, I havenât had good sleep in⊠weeks.â
You were surprised by his sudden confession.
âItâs half past eleven now, and itâs not even ten minutes after I woke upâŠâ He tittered. âMy anxiety has been getting worse the past month and out of nowhere a black cat suddenly jumped to my balcony, meowing non-stop while I was working.â
You looked at him, letting him finish his talk. This was the most words you had ever heard coming out of Yoongiâs mouth and it made your heart flutter.Â
âI havenât been caring. Iâve stopped caring, for a while now. Seeing you care so much for such a small creature⊠I donât know, it feels good. It makes me wanna care.â
âYoongiâŠâ You cooed, caressing his cheek. "It's not true, all you have been since I first met you until this moment, was caring."
"I'm sorry if it feels like it came out of nowhere but I feel at home with you and I donât know why...â He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. âYet, at least.â
âI⊠like this too. A lot actually.â You said shyly.Â
âI would like to get to know you more if youâd like.â He was being honest and exactly to the point, no flirty bullshit to spice his sentences.
âIâd love that...âÂ
Suddenly you heard a low meow from under the bed and Cookie jumped into the bed, joining you two. Apparently his bedroom door was left opened and none of you noticed how Cookie had entered. You giggled and he smiled as well, the widest smile and the most genuine you had ever seen from him, as he took the cat and cuddled both of you close.
"I think it's about time you give me your number..." You squinted at him playfully. "You know, so we don't repeat the whole chicken restaurant accident again?"
âOkay, but promise me first you wonât apologize again after kissing me.â He chuckled.Â
âEXCUSE ME WHAT???â
âÂ
âOkay, call me crazy but why do I kinda wanna kiss you right now.â You said, totally losing the battle with your common sense.Â
Yoongi laughed. âYouâre crazy.â He ran his fingers through his hair, looking to the right. âI like it.âÂ
âI can be crazier if you open that whiskey.â You wiggled your eyebrows.
Yoongi just shook his head, smiling at your silliness. He stood up and went to grab his Hibiki anyway, which earned a shout of celebration from you.Â
Things escalated quickly after opening the bottle. Somehow you were starting a drunk karaoke session which followed by many dance breaks. You ended up crying when a sad song randomly came up in the playlist and when Yoongi asked why, you replied. You replied with your lips on his.
In your head it just made sense. It was his lipsâ fault for looking so juicy. Yeah, totally his fault for looking so hot that it was driving you insane.
None of you moved and it only lasted seconds before your mood turned sour again.Â
âIâm so sorry I didnât meanâŠâ You pushed him gently. âOh my god, youâre so gonna hate me!!!â
âHey, calm downâŠâÂ
You started to panic, tears now forming in your eyes again. âPlease donât hate me, I just wanted to kiss youâŠâ You cried.Â
âOkay, I think thatâs enough drinkingââ
And you puked.Â
Yes, Yoongi did see your lilac colored bra when he helped you change into his t-shirt. But thatâs a secret between him and little Cookie.Â
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Two Hours || myg
otter hybrid yoongi x female reader
Summary: Your neighbor invites you to a work picnic that he's nervous to attend. You promise to only stay for two hours.
Word Count: 2,870
Genre: slice of life, fake dating, friends to ???, fluff
Warnings: none
Notes: Thank you to @park-jimin-isnt-real for the moodboard above, and to @rec-me-bts for the moodboard below that I used in the teaser. I had so much trouble deciding which one to use where. Also many many thanks to @oddinary4bts and @madbutgloriouspond for beta-ing this for me and for their endless sympathies while I basically had an existential crisis in their dms. Thank you for not telling me I am annoying đ
The elevator dings and you step onto your floor. Your arm stings from carrying the grocery bags from the garageâthey arenât particularly full, but itâs just heavy enough and just long enough to get your out of shape muscles angry at you. The closer you get to your apartment, the more you notice a banging noise. And when you finally round the corner, you see its source.
Your across-the-hall neighbor, Yoongi, stands outside of his own apartment rattling his door angrily.
âStuck again?â you ask, fishing out your keys with your free hand.
Yoongi grunts, the small ears on the top of his head pressing into his hair in frustration. Silently, he takes the bags out of your hand while you open your door.Â
âYou should call the landlord again,â you tell him. He follows you inside as if itâs natural. Which, really, it is. This is the fourth time this month his door has jammed, effectively locking him out of his home until a locksmith showed up.
âIâd fix it myself if heâd let me.â He sets the bags on your counter and starts to hand you items. Strawberries, a bottle of coffee creamer, cucumbers and celery. He picks up a box of frozen fish sticks and flips it around to read. âYou know this stuff is garbage, right?â
You ignore his commentary on your groceries. âYou know Krolmeirâs never going to let you fix it. Heâd have to lower your rent.â
He hums, and you can hear the underlying âjackassâ in the tone.Â
âDo you want me to call him?â you asked. Krolmeirâyour landlordâlikes you way more than he seems to like Yoongi. Youâre almost positive you can guess why. But you arenât afraid to use his skeeviness to your advantage.
âI called him just before you showed up.â
âAnd he saidâŠ?â
âIâll be there as soon as I can.â Yoongi imitates Krolmeirâs voiceâa high-pitched nasally whine more than anything. He rolls his eyes. âSo heâll be here sometime between five minutes from now and next Tuesday.â
You hum sympathetically. âHang out here until he comes? Iâll make dinner.â
âAre you making fish sticks?â
âThought about it.â His face scrunches up in disgust, a massive frown parts his lips, revealing his longer than human canine teeth. You laugh and roll your eyes. âI was actually just going to order something. Want to get sushi?â
His eyes light up, but when he speaks, his tone doesnât match how excited he looks. âWhatever you want to do. Iâm the one crashing your evening.â
You wave him off. He should know by now that heâs not imposing. Youâve been neighbors for a few years now. Youâd started off just going grocery shopping togetherâitâs easier to carry groceries when there are two of youâand quickly progressed to taking refuge in each otherâs apartments when something went wrong in your own. First, it had been your air conditioning crapping out that had driven you to Yoongiâs apartment to avoid the late-summer heat. Then, his oven stopped working, and heâd hidden in your living room while the landlord and the handyman made the repairs. Back and forth until a friendship had formed.
The sushi arrives and you settle in together on your couch. You prop your door open so that you can hear if the landlord arrives. He takes two bites of his sashimi before Yoongi hums urgently, causing you to pause the show youâd turned on for background noise.
âIâve been meaning to ask,â he says, and you can tell heâs suddenly nervous. âSo weâre having a potluck picnic thing at work, and someone decided it would be a great idea to make it mandatory.â
âGross.â
âYeah. But I get a plus one, so I was wondering if maybe youâd go with me? Make it a little more tolerable?â
âYou want me to go to your dumb company picnic with you?â
âWell, when you say it like thatâŠâ Nervously, he pokes at a grain of rice that had fallen off one of his nigiri.
âSounds like itâs going to be not a lot of fun.â
âYeah.â
You shrug. âIâm in.â
Yoongi is a ball of nerves as you shift into park. Youâre definitely not the first ones hereâthereâs like ten other cars in the gravel lot, and you can see a large-ish group of people milling about the pavilion just up the hill. He alternates between patting his thigh and picking at the skin around his thumbnail. His ears press into his hair so far you canât even see them. You know he doesnât care for his coworkers, but you didnât know it was this bad. Maybe itâs the crowd, or the fact that so many of his coworkers will be here. You arenât sure, but you donât like how affected he is.
You reach over and gently cover his hands with your own. He freezes. âLetâs make a game plan,â you say softly. He hums. âWeâll stay for how long? Two hours? An hour and a half?â
âTwo I think. Since itâs mandatory.â
You nod. âStay for two hours. Weâll talk to people, but if it starts to be too much, let me know.âÂ
For a moment, heâs quiet. But then, he nods. âLetâs do this.â
You carry the dessert Yoongi madeâpartially because youâre a little worried he might drop it from nervesâand he sticks by your side. Heâs got one hand in his pocket, but heâs so close that the other brushes against you every few steps.
The closer you get, the more the people in the pavilion notice you. You watch as one by one, then a few at a time, they watch you approach. And suddenly, you understand why Yoongiâs uncomfortable. Eventually, someone comes scuttling toward you.
âHi Yoongi!â she calls, waving enthusiastically as she approaches.
âOh. Hey Liz.â He presses closer. âWe uh⊠we brought tiramisu.â
The womanâLizâtakes the container out of your hands. You make a small noise of protest, but sheâs already gone, back up the hill to the pavilion and everyone else.
âYoongi and his girlfriend brought dessert,â you hear her announce.
âOh, tiramisu? Nice!â someone elseâyou canât see whoâsays.
âNo way. I thought he was going to bring something fishy.â Someone else, you can see them and you make a note that you hate them, laughs. A few others chuckle, too, and you also hate them.
Theyâre still laughing when you get to the pavilion. Youâre introduced to each of them by finding out what they brought, and honestly, you donât remember most of their names. Itâs David that made the comment about the fish, so youâre sure to memorize his name so you can hate him fully. Davidâs dating Yoongiâs manager, Marcus, who apparently brought chicken that is very good. Thereâs Alison, who brought naan, and Rabia who brought chutney to go with it. And Donghyun brought some sort of seven layer dip.
For the most part, none of them talk to you. It quickly becomes clear that these people arenât friends. Certainly, they arenât friends with Yoongi, but they arenât friends at all. They talk to each other, but itâs clear that this is just another mandatory work thing for them, and they donât want to be here. Youâre honestly a little glad that they leave you alone. None of them seem particularly nice. Or interesting.
So you grab food. And you sit together at a table far away from where the rest of the group is lingering.
âOne hour, 45 minutes to go,â Yoongi mumbles, and you snort in laughter, almost choking on the naan youâd just taken a bite of.
âMaybe it wonât be so-â
âMind if I sit?â Youâre interrupted by a bright voice, and when you look, Liz is standing beside Yoongi, holding a plate of food.
You look to Yoongi and he makes a face that says he really doesnât want her to sit with you. But he says nothing, simply gestures to the other side of the table. Which, of course, she takes as an invitation to sit right beside him. He practically squeaks in distress and scoots slightly over so that thereâs a bit of space between them.
âI have to be honest,â Liz begins, oblivious. âNo one really expected you to bring anyone. We kind of all just assumed you were single, you know?â He hums, but otherwise doesnât acknowledge what sheâs saying. Briefly, you consider correcting herâyou arenât datingâbut she continues before you can even consider a polite way to address the situation. âHow long have you known each other? Howâd you meet?â
âYears.â He doesnât even look at her to answer her, his focus on pushing his food around on his plate. His current victim is the seven layer dip heâs stabbing with a tortilla chip.
âWeâre neighbors,â you add, hoping that maybe if you answer her questions, sheâll shut up and leave you alone.
Liz nods enthusiastically. âThatâs so cute! You guys are cute.â
âIâm going to grab a drink,â Yoongi announces suddenly, standing up. âDo you want anything?â
âSurprise me.â
He nods and leaves you alone with Liz. âIâm serious,â she laughs. âWhen we were all told we could bring a plus-one, I donât think anyone expected Yoongi to bring someone. Heâs usually so quiet around everyone at work.â
Youâve lost patience with her quickly. You arenât quite sure what it is, but every time she opens her mouth to speak, it grates on your nerves. âSometimes, he only talks when he thinks itâs worth his time.â You shrug and make eye contact with her.Â
Her smile falters very briefly, but then she recovers and itâs like nothing changed. âHe talks to me, though,â she continues, as if youâd said nothing. âMostly about new album releases and stuff.â You work at a music store, you think. But you let her keep talking. âHe knows so much about music. He played the piano for me once.â
You hum and say nothing, craning your neck so you can look around her to see where Yoongiâs gotten to. Heâs at the end of the pavilion, distracted by Marcus, his manager.
âHeâs really good,â Liz gushes. âLike, really good. He used to want to be a music teacherâdid you know that? He told me-â
You tune her out. Of course, you know that he plays the piano. Youâve seen the brown upright that sits in his living room, never dusty because he plays it too much. You often hear the soft melodies that travel through the walls at night when he canât sleep. Heâd even told you about wanting to be a music teacherâa long-dead dream that heâd abandoned in his early 20s. You wish he hadnât, he had the patience of a saint and he was one of the smartest people you knew. But you also understand how needlessly cruel the world can be sometimes.
Finally, Yoongi returns, balancing a plate and two bottles of beer. He sits one of the bottles in front of you and, with a flourish, places the plate between you. âSomeone made hotteok,â he says gleefully, nudging a pancake in your direction. âThey arenât hot, but Marcus said they were really good.â
He picks one up, gives it a satisfied pat. A wide, gummy smile spreads across his lips and his eyes crinkle in delight. He pats the pancake again a few more times, before nudging the plate toward you. Itâs got one more hotteok on it, and a scoop of the tiramisu trifle Yoongiâd made.Â
Liz makes a noise of annoyance, and the look on her face says that sheâs not happy sheâs being ignored. But she plasters on a smile when Yoongi looks over at her.
âOh. Liz,â he says softly, one hand still gently patting his hotteok. âI didnât realize you were still here.â
Her face falls. âI was just leaving.â
She leaves her plate behind.
He watches after her, eyes wide as she goes to join the group currently surrounding a bluetooth speaker. Itâs blasting some sort of 90s pop songâyou assume theyâve got a playlist going on someoneâs phone.Â
âThat was weird,â Yoongi says finally. âSheâs normally really nice.â
You hum and lie. âMaybe sheâs having a bad day.â
And as tactless as you think Liz is, you want to believe thatâs true. Youâve heard plenty of stories of her, how sheâs the only coworker that Yoongi actually likes, how sheâs nice to him, how she actually seems to be interested in what he has to say. You donât trust her, but you hope for Yoongiâs sake that sheâs just off her game today.Â
Maybe if he clarified that you werenât dating, it would help.
He doesnât make any effort to do that, though, not even when Rabia brings around a QR code for you to scan to add songs to the playlist theyâve got going.
âThought maybe you and your girlfriend would want to add some songs,â she says, offering a small smile. She waits patiently while Yoongi scans the code on her phone, and then she disappears again, back to the group over by the speaker.
âShe seems nice,â you say, watching as he types into his phone and picks a couple songs.
Yoongi shrugs. âIâve met her like twice? She works nights.â
After a second, he hands you his phone, open to some music website youâve never heard of. You carefully consider what you might want to add. The site doesnât let you see what else is in the playlist, so you arenât sure what songs Yoongi picked, let alone what the others have queued up. But you pick two of your favorites that you think would be fun and hand him his phone back.
Apparently, the playlist is on shuffle, because a few songs later, you recognize the opening beats of one of the songs you chose. Immediately, Yoongi perks up, his little ears on alert as he listens. It takes all of about three seconds for him to break into a grin.Â
Heâd introduced you to this band back when you first started grocery shopping together. You were driving, he was playing music on his phone. They were his favorite, a small hip-hop group made up of three dog hybrids. It wasnât common for hybrids to make it in really any industry, so the fact that these guys did and their music was good? You couldnât deny they had quickly become some of your favorite artists, too.
He sways a little with the music, his eyes closed. He looks content. You smile watching him, rest your chin on his hands. Youâre happy you came, you determine.
Two hours fly faster than you thought they would. And when you point out that youâve hit your promised limit and ask if Yoongiâs ready to go, he immediately nods. So you stand, say your goodbyes. His coworkers make a big deal of you leaving so soon. Liz tries to hug Yoongi before you leave, but he dodges her by grabbing another hotteokâthough whether it was a purposeful deflection or just a happy accident, you arenât sure.
He barely speaks until youâre in the car and halfway back to your apartment building. He shifts around in his seat, digging around in his pocket. He pulls out a rockâhis favorite rock, you noteâand rolls it around in his hand.
âThanks,â he says quietly. âFor coming with me. I uh⊠Iâm sorry I didnât tell them we werenât dating.â
You frown, and when you slow to a stop at the next redlight, you turn to look at him. âYou donât have to apologize for that. If it made the situation even a little easier, itâs totally fine.â
âYeah?â
âYeah, I mean, when am I going to see these people again?â The light turns green and you hit the gas. âLet them think whatever they want. You wanna come back in eight months and tell them weâre married? Go for it.â
âI-I donâtâŠâ
âSeriously, donât worry about it.â
He nods. âI appreciate it.â
The car falls silent, the only sounds coming from the radioâYoongiâs phone connected to the aux cord. He continues to toy with the rock, rubbing it between his fingers and tapping it against the armrest on the door. It takes only minutes to pull into the garage under your building, and even less to find a spot.
While youâre waiting for the elevator to return to the garage, he says your name so softly, you almost donât hear it over the whirring of the cables and machinery.
âHere,â he says, reaching out and grabbing your hand. Carefully, he presses his rock into your palm.
You look at him, confused. âYoongi, IâŠâ He loves this rock. Heâd never said exactly where he found it, but itâs a little round and very smooth, and youâve seen him pat his pockets down on numerous occasions to make sure he has it with him.
âTake it. Please. I⊠As a thank you.â He doesnât look at you, his face flushed a shade of light pink.
You nod and close your fingers around the rock. Youâll have to find somewhere nice to put it. And maybe, someday, you can find him a new one to replace it.
I'd love to know what you thought! I had been considering making this longer, but I thought leaving it open might be a little more fun. if you're interested, I may do a part two later? idk let me know if you're feeling a part two. thank you again to yav and jay for the moodboards. they're both so pretty.
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banner by the lovely amelia @knjsnoona
â” summary : what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jiminâs lap? especially when heâs dressed as an angel, and youâre in the sluttiest devil costume ever?
âł Â part of the jimin spooktober collab!
â” pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader
â” genre : college!au, smut, pwp
â” rating : 18+
â” word count : 7k
â” warnings : swearing, vaping, sexual tension, dirty talk, pussy fondling, marking, unprotected sex (be smart yâall), riding, car sex, mutual orgasm, creampie
â” a/n : hereâs my jimin halloween fic that i know is oh-so late but at least itâs here! donât think this is my best work at all but I did want to write something for out precious it-boys birth month đ„ș thank you so much to my lovely beta naia @opaljmââ for editing this like a champ!! as always, your feedback means the world to me <3
Lipstick? Check.Â
Phone? Check.
Five shots of vodka in? Check.Â
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woah it really has been a long time since i posted but i am so glad to be back and to get back into reading i saw so many of my favourite authors have updated and i am beyond excited to start this journey again but in the mean time here's jimin rec list as promised it was so exciting finishing this list cause i got so nostalgic making it and reading all the old fics i had on my reading list ughhh i just loved it so much and it got me back into the swing of things and i cant wait to make more lists, i do have another jjk list ready and i will post it the day after tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one and don't forget to show all the love and support in the world to these amazing authors they work so hard to create these fics for us and they deserve endless praise and love for the commitment and generosity they have so please do leave them a comment, heart or reblog a small comment can go a long way here and can make someone smile even bigger so dont don't shy away from making someone happy... as usual you guys know this fics i recommend contain smut so minors don't interact you will be blocked... i really do love hearing from you guys so if you do have a little fic you are super into right now and you just want to rant about how amazing it is feel free to send me an ask đđ€
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plot twist by @xpeachesncream f s a
âł jimin isnât interested in fake dating, but heâs definitely interested in getting to know someone the right way. after all, he feels like heâs ready to put himself out there and give it all heâs got. so, he takes a risk in trying something completely out of his comfort zone and hops on the new, popular dating app -Â only to come across and get to know someone he didnât expect to meet.
a remedy for mondays by @dovechim s
âł all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think youâre having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.
itâs okay, thatâs love by @/dovechim f s a deals with deep subjects
âł People are constantly making some kind of connection with each other- be it friendship or romance. But human bonds always lead to messy complications; commitment, sharing, driving people to the airport, letting them get up close and personal with the darkest parts of ourselves. And sure- itâs scary as hell to watch them cross those boundaries youâve so meticulously drawn, but itâs okay, because thatâs love.
so it goes by @/dovechim f s
âł Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.
love again by @taestefully-in-luv f s a
âłÂ A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?
the other woman: the seduction and the illusion by @namjooningelsewhere f s a
âł No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.
FUTURE HEARTS by @jungblue f s a ft. jjk
âł It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.Â
after the applause by @foxymoxynoona
âł Jimin doesn't know how he would have made it this far after the shattering of his world without the support of his thoughtful, generous, helpful neighbor. Hanbyul has lived next to hottie Jimin and his adorable daughter for years now, long enough to remember the wife he was so devoted to and lost far too young. With each safely ensconced on their side of the brick wall of the Parks' grief, it will take an enterprising little scientist to set the stage for a second chance at love.
saved by @to-star-lake s a
rockstar au deep subjects read warnings
midnight memories by @hobipaint f s a
âł there's drunk habits, and then there's drunk mistakes. What do you call meeting your friend - no, âformer friendâ - at a bar, getting drunk with him and sleeping- 'accidentally' - with him? especially when everyone already knows that you stay away from him as much as the day does from night?
Easy. You forget about it.
heartbreak chronicles by @sugaxjpg s
âł Park Jimin had it all â good grades, a place as the soccer teamâs captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campusâ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.Â
drifting by@hongcherry f a
âł After being assigned different partners for your midterm routine, your and Jiminâs relationship starts to deteriorate when you both begin spending more time away from each other and with your assigned partners instead.
growing pains by @taleasnewastime f s a
âł Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But youâve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother whoâs been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life youâve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naĂŻve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.
tuqburni by @solastia f s a ft.myg
âł Youâve spent two years building a life with Yoongi who you loved more than anything in the world. Now, his ex-boyfriend Jimin is back in the picture, and Yoongi begs you not to make him choose between the two of you, offering the choice of a polyamorous relationship. Though your heart is shattered, you agree.
stardust by @venusjeon f a
âł struck by your beauty, Jimin begs to paint you naked behind the world's back so as not to stain your influential familyâhis patronsâwith scandal.
drift by @snackhobi f s
âł You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.
the deli diaries by @jimlingss f
âł Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and youâre also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.
best of me by @xotoosweet f a
âł when he tells the story of how he met you in a few years, he'll claim that it was meant to be. you'll laugh and call it a coincidence. it was a coincidence that on the first day of summer semester, he decided to go on a run (though he claimed he always ran in the mornings). it was a coincidence that he chose a less traveled path in the university arboretum that morning. and it was definitely a coincidence that you were there, sitting on the rail of the river bridge.
the ten days of ex-mas by @kpopfanfictrash f s a
âł Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.
strip by @yoonia f s a
âł Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?
falling by @/yoonia s a
âł For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever needâhis assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
wrapped around by @jjkfire ft. kth f s a
âł Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesnât seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe theyâre just your kind of type
baby, baby by @hobiwonder f s a
âł When youâve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasnât as easy as it sounds.
love at first touch by bagelswrites (ao3)
âł The first time you meet your soulmate, it leaves a bruise on both of you at the point of contact. From then on, your body begins rejecting any sustenance other than the touch of your soulmate. The trick is, the bruises take a few hours to appear, so you have to figure out who you've touched and find them before you starve to death. But once you do, all you ever need is them. So what happens if you're an idol and you meet your soulmate at a fan event?
our little family by @nightbts f a
âł you were living a simple life filled with simple dreams; combining your two most loved things in life, children and teaching, you were starting out your career as a teacher at the local pre-school. but little did you know, how one child and her very special father, would change your simple life into something extraordinary
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brand new eyes by @missgeniality s
âł Jiminâs eyes had potential to ruin you, and tonight you test the damage.
waves by @shina913 s
âł It's Valentine's Day and your boyfriend decides to spice things up with a little surprise for you.
failure to communicate by @gukslut s
âł Enemies to Lovers/ College AU
physical by @ppersonna f s
âł you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. itâs enough to make you irrational.
good for you by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids s
âł Jimin canât help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?
ho-ho-home by @jjungkookislife s a
âł Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.
100km/hour by @chateautae s
âł what exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jiminâs lap? especially when heâs dressed as an angel, and youâre in the sluttiest devil costume ever?
what it's like by @jimilter s
âł Youâve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how âhard he hitsâ, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.
feel your touch by @/jimilter f s a
âł You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.
the princeâs cinderella syndrome by @/jimilter f s a ft jjk
âł He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.
scream your panties by @opaljm s a
âł As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jiminâs frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling â the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriendâs delicious self between your legs.
first snow, last kiss by @taeshobipop f s a
âł He broke your heart four years ago; the old loving memories of your time together now tainted by pure betrayal. Yet in the haze of new snow, after returning home for the first time, the moments you had once convinced yourself were nothing but a lie, reveal themselves to be otherwise.
antifreeze by @winetae s
âł Jimin participates in the schoolâs adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesnât expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute
what she likes by @untaemedqueen f s
idol au husband au marriage au
only you by @personasintro f s a
âł Â youâve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dadÂ
sucker by @/personasintro s a
âł You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.
please, lie to me by @ressjeon s a
âł "centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?"
summer synchrony by @seokkgenie f s a
âł childhood friends to lovers
neon seoul @readyplayerhobi f s a
âł It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isnât newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then itâs important. You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?
serendipity by @btsracket s a ao3
âł It's serendipitous. Jimin braces for darkness but finds his light instead.
the boyfriend concept by @/kpopfanfictrash s
âł Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.
Lovely Demons by @/kpopfanfictrash s a
âł As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude â or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years youâve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.
blue blood by @joonbird s a
âł âPrince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.â
i want to be with you by @oddinary4bts f s a
âł moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?
locked in love by @parkmuse f s a
âł Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isnât ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you havenât seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didnât have feelings for him.
peaches and cream by @snackhobi s
âł you wouldnât mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls werenât so thin and b) he didnât seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.Â
reset by @/dovechim s
âł We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.Â
the dark side of the moon by @/dovechim s
âł falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but youâre only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, thatâs when everything changes.Â
Unconditionally by @kstopping s a
âł Jimin constantly torments you. But you love it.
Instinct by @evangelene f a
âł A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jiminâa man that youâd thought youâd hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his fatherâbut only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.
eternal sunlight by @kidguk f s a
âł âcollege and soulmate au where the first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your wrist. jimin thinks he met his soulmate exactly four months after he met and fell in love with you. you canât explain your attraction or your feelings toward him, even though technically youâre meant to be with other people. taehyung and jungkook helpfully suggest that the universe might be glitching.â
foul play by @kimvtae f s a
âł Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldnât cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.
lost and found by @/kimvtae s a
âł The only thing bigger than Park Jiminâs ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.
if we were a movie by @/kimvtae f s a
âł Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.
the pull of the tides by @goldenscript f s
âł The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too.Â
hard to say by @floralseokjin f s a
âłyou've had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they werenât...?
âŹlooking for pjm library or the other members check out my library
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After the Applause (Masterlist)
Banner and linebreak by @awrkives
Single Dad Jimin x Female OC
SUMMARY: Jimin doesn't know how he would have made it this far after the shattering of his world without the support of his thoughtful, generous, helpful neighbor. Hanbyul has lived next to hottie Jimin and his adorable daughter for years now, long enough to remember the wife he was so devoted to and lost far too young. With each safely ensconced on their side of the brick wall of the Parks' grief, it will take an enterprising little scientist to set the stage for a second chance at love.
CW/tags: grief, prior loss of spouse/parent, comfort, explicit sex, secondhand embarrassment, sort of love triangle/web/rat's nest, fluff, cursing, dating apps, fuckboy friends, dancer Jimin, stubborn dad Jimin, stubborn pre-teen daughter, miscommunication, pining
Chapter One (8774 words)
Chapter Two (6910 words)
Chapter Three (8271 words)
Chapter Four (8924 words)
Chapter Five (11836 words)
Chapter Six (10903 words)
Chapter Seven (13000 words)
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten / Epilogue
Chapter count is an estimate
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Please note stories that are 18+ will be marked with [đ] so keep that in mind
ot7/multiple members
might as well be drunk in love 1 - @wildestdreamsblog [đ]
redemancy - @ya9amicide
star line: bts smau - @hopeismimiÂ
trouvaille - @spookyserenades [đ]
series, ongoing
youâre oblivious.txt - @soraviieÂ
when souls collide - @jungblue [đ]
jin x reader, j-hope x jimin
7 hybrids moved in with me - @lillsisamarshmallow
90 days - @wooataes
namjoon
a word from out sponsors - @ugh-yoongi [đ]
to be loved - @taevbearsâ
series, finished
seokjin
come back later...
yoongi
latibule - @wildestdreamsblogâ [đ]
loose lips - @ugh-yoongiâÂ
maniac - @soraviieâ [đ]
obviously - @ugh-yoongi
playing with fire - @ugh-yoongiÂ
two hours - @casuallyimagining
j-hope
flower - @readyplayerhobi
ho ho horrible - @ugh-yoongi [đ]
jimin
after the applause - @foxymoxynoona
series, ongoing
eternal sunlight - @kidguk [đ]
100 km/hour - @chateautae [đ]
taehyung
dope lovers - @hxseok-honeeâ [đ]
series, ongoing
jungkook
aphrodite in war - @jungblueâ
series, ongoing
love wager - @2hightocareâÂ
series, ungoing
subject: write to me - @soraviieÂ
sweet tooth - @bonny-kookoo
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ateez fic recs!
𧞠liloâs notes! here is a collection of works that i loved and thought everyone should read! works marked with a bear emoji are some of my favs. iâll be updating the list, of course. this list contains both sfw and nsfw content, minors please interact accordingly.
hongjoong
heâs kinda hot â @ohmyamor
âAfter a decent run with your boyfriend, you finally decide to end it when his paranoia becomes too much. Except, maybe he wasnât crazy. And now you have demon who refuses to leave you alone.â
demon!hongjoong, fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, please see content warning before reading, suggestive
liloâs notes! i absolutely love demon!atz aus and i can testify that this is definitely one of my favs. everything about this was absolutely fantastic and i may or may not revisit it every few weeks
youâre hongjoongâs bias â @jnginlov
âwhen you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you donât anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by youâ
idol au, fluff, gn!reader
liloâs notes! listen⊠idol aus are usually not my cup of tea (though several fics on here prove that wrong), but this is absolutely one of the cutest things iâve read.
seonghwa
new horizons â @fivestar-outlaw
âAttempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.â
completed series, FLUFF, idol!hwa x nonidol!fem!reader, nsfw
liloâs notes! EEEEEEE THIS FIC IS SO CUTEEEEEE
𧞠honest (but happy) accident â @ad0rechuu
uni student!hwa, gn!reader, fluff, slice of life
liloâs notes! yâall are gonna get so sick of me cuz youâre gonna see multiple of zeroâs fics on here. jokes aside, this is genuinely so fucking cute i was rolling around and giggling while reading it.
𧞠12:25 time of love â @jaehunnyy
kindergarten teacher!hwa, mom!reader, meet cute, fluff
liloâs notes! imagining seonghwa in a job like that genuinely makes me so soft. whenever iâm in that Emotional mood i like to read this.
𧞠impressionism â @hwaightme
âa post-graduate student specialising in impressionism, you were a regular visitor to the many art galleries in the city. who knew that among the paintings you would encounter your favourite, timeless work of art?â
vampire!gallerist!hwa x art historian!gn!reader, fluff, soulmates
liloâs notes! as an art history nerd, this fic is so beautiful especially when combined with a vampire au like AHHHH some of my fav things in one fic
yunho
early hours â @honeyhotteoks
âyou run into him in the hallway of the hotel, it's late and you're exhausted from the concert, but he thinks you should grab a drink and you can't help but agreeâ
idol!yunho x nonidol!fem!reader, one night stand, nsfw, some fluff
liloâs notes! HDJSJDJSJKF the way this had me glued to my phone and giggling should be studied.
𧞠principia and opticks â @bro-atz
âyou're struggling with a specific class that's required for your major; but, luckily, your professor, professor jeong, has no problem helping you out outside of classâ // âyou and professor jeong yunho decided to continue your relationship secretly, only to almost get caught one dayâ
professor!yunho x student!reader (legal), nsfw, fluff
liloâs notes! donât judge me but i think professor x student (COLLEGE. LEGAL.) is such a good trope itâs always gonna have me running laps around my room.
bottle service â @bro-atz
âall yunho wants to do is fuck the bottle girl's brains out.â
big dick!yunho x small!afab!reader, nsfw
liloâs notes! i have nothing to say for myself other than size kinks are hot. even more so when itâs related to yunho
christmas dinner â @a1sh1teruu
âit didn't just end with one dinner.â
ceo!yunho x secretary!fem!reader, fluff
liloâs recs! THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR ME AGHHHHHHHH i love it so much i think about it at least once a week
𧞠summer nights â @honeyhotteoks
âhe's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.â
roommate!yunho, nsfw, fluff
liloâs notes! i reread this yesterday and realised thereâs a sequel. TRUST i will be devouring that as soon as i can
track 3: cyber sex â @highvern
whipped loser!yunho x camgirl!reader, nsfw
liloâs notes! STOPPIJDIDJ yunho was so cute and shy in this i wanted to scream into a pillow
yeosang
𧞠lessons in intimacy â @honeyhotteoks
âyou didnât mean to actually meet the man whoâs audio porn was single handedly getting you off every night, but you doâ
camboy!yeo, nsfw, fluff
liloâs notes! absolute perfection this was so sjsjjcjsjd i could feel myself slowly losing my mind
evolve â @nebulousbrainsoup
âmore often than not, a life lived in Night City is carefully crafted, slotted firmly between preapproved linesâor it is if you value keeping it. whispers of freedom float just beyond the city's neon lights, and it's only through a chance encounter with the most unlikely of characters that you finally start to hear them.â
biker!yeosang x fem!reader, fluff, nsfw, some angst
liloâs notes! despite it being 12k words i gobbled it up in a single sitting which is crazy tbh, it didnât feel that long at all and i was so invested
san
𧞠prelude in e minor â @bro-atz
âyour brain tells you to focus on your education, but your heart tells you to focus on professor choiâ
professor!san, CELLIST!san, nsfw, angst
liloâs notes! back at it with the professor aus yupppp yâall know me so well. i felt so many emotions while reading this i thought i was gonna go insane.
mingi
𧞠slowly, iâm going down â @yutasbellybuttonpiercing
âmingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice or mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.â
college au, tutor!reader, nsfw
liloâs notes! not only was this written so well, but it was so fucking entertaining. mingi is just so silly in this i love it.
angel eyes â @binniesbang
âYunho teases Mingi when he trips over his words infront of a girl, he needs a little loving to make it better:((â
coffee shop au, fluff, comfort
liloâs notes! AHHHHHHHH sobbing crying screaming this was so cute and soft i love this mingi
𧞠untitled â @teasteeper
âkissing practice with your best friend mingiâ
best friend!mingj x fem!reader, nsfw
liloâs notes! GRRRSGHDJDJD OH MY GOD mingi you ainât slick at all- anyways, my turn when?
wooyoung
ribbon â @wooyoungmybelovedhusband
âYou just love Wooyoung's dick, and maybe you wanted to make it look pretty like it truly is.â
daddy!wooyoung, nsfw
liloâs notes! they be fucking but somehow itâs so??? cute?? really enjoyed this one 10/10
spiderman! â @cherrysoojins
âbeing spider-man comes with a lot advantages, but those advantages can have their disadvantages. like jung wooyoung not being able to show up to study groups to be able to see the girl heâs crushing on big-time.â
spiderman!wooyoung, smau + written, fluff, angst, crack. ongoing(?) series, last updated: july 7th, 2023
liloâs notes! this was actually such a cute and fun fic and i really wished there were more chapters :c
backstage rockinâ â @a1sh1teruu
âafter a late night of practice with the band, and with you lounging in the background. when his friends finally left, he couldnât keep his hands to himself any longer.â
bandmate!wooyoung, nsfw
liloâs notes! i think this was THE fic that awakened my love for bassists, thatâs how good it was. zerdaâs writing always has me giggling
jung wooyoungâs superpower â @ad0rechuu
best friend!wooyoung, fluff fluff fluff
liloâs notes! ik iâve probably said this a lot but this is ACTUALLY one of the cutest fics iâve ever read i adore it so much
𧞠iâm just beinâ curious â @teeskz
âin which your friend wooyoung invites you over for a movie nightâ
pervy best friend!woooyung, nsfw
liloâs notes! itâs short but if i said this didnt awaken something in me, iâd be lying. i reread it this morning and thatâs what made me start this rec list
jongho
𧞠adorable â @i-luvsang
frenemy!jongho, gn!reader one bed trope, fluff, comedy
liloâs notes! AHHHHH I LOVE RIAâS WRITING SO SO SO MUCH fluff by ria is genuinely so djdjdjsjd itâs got me giggling
untitled â @nateezfics
nsfw, fluff
liloâs notes! iâm sorry but idc if theyâre going at it, itâs so cute and soft?? theyâre just so silly
multi
𧞠milky way â @ad0rechuu
âItâs not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi itâs become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone elseâŠâ
fanboys!hwasangi x idol!reader, smau + written, fluff, angst, suggestive, slow burn. completed series, 60 chapters + 3 different endings
liloâs notes! i will never not be grateful that this series exists. itâs funny, cute, and angsty and i absolutely love it with my whole heart. i think itâs one of the first fics i read on tumblr, so itâs really special to me + i think this was part of the reason i got close to my lovely zero
𧞠blurred lines and lies â @yuyusuyu
the synopsis is really long
best friend!yeosang x fem!reader x best friend!jongho, love triangle, romance, slice of life, angst. completed series, 10 chapters + 2 different endings
liloâs notes! words cannot describe how i felt reading this but i think itâs comparable to going through every stage of grief possible plus more. genuinely, one of the best fics iâve ever read
strawberry mocha â @pirateprincessblog
âyour favorite cafĂ© has a new barista, and he seems oddly familiar, especially when you see his hands move when he prepares your favourite beverageâ
barista!camboy!wooyoung x fem!reader, ft yunho, nsfw, angst
liloâs notes! my thought process while reading was a cycle of âoh my godâ and âwhat the fuckâ in the BEST way possible. the writing is so good i wanted to reach through the screen a smack some characters, and hug some others
clair de lune â @atzfilm
âyouâve finally gotten the chance to enter âclair de luneâ, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?â
yandere!ot8 x fem!reader, angst, fluff, nsfw. completed series, 8 chapters.
liloâs notes! so iconic. if you havenât read this, you better and thatâs a threat.
murphyâs law â @atzfilm
âaccording to murphyâs law, everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Black holes circle each other until they collide and merge, a cataclysm so fierce, sends ripples soaring through the fabric, crossing thousands of kilometers within a fraction of a second, leaving behind a wave on the space-time continuum. Thatâs the simplest way you can describe meeting him. And yet, even that is an understatement.â
alien!ot8, multi x fem!reader (not ot8), soulmate au, fluff, angst, nsfw, check other warnings. completed series, 5 chapters.
liloâs notes! another iconic fic by an iconic writer, we love to see it
mists of celeste â @hongism
âSneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but youâll have to make do with what fate has handed to you.â
space pirate!ateez, multiple pairings, angst, fluff, nsfw, check other warnings. ongoing series, 49 chapters + additional content
liloâs notes! iâm pretty sure everyone on tumblr who reads atz fics has seen this one at some point and it definitely deserves its hype. this is probably one of the best, well thought-out fics iâve ever read and i believe it can definitely be considered better than many published books
𧞠hotel california and paradise gardens â @mint-yooxgi
âYou can check out any time youâd like, but you can never leave.â // âEternity means nothing if I donât have you.â
yandere!demon!ot8 x fem!reader, horror, fluff, angst, nsfw, check other warnings. complete fic, 42 chapters combined
liloâs notes! yeah i reread this every few months and iâm not ashamed to admit iâm obsessed with it.
outlaw miniseries â @hongism
individual parts for each member/unit, nsfw with a side of fluff and angst. ongoing series, 4/6 chapters
liloâs notes! hi no i wonât shut up about hongism i think ive read everything sheâs published and if i didnât want to make this list diverse i wouldâve just put a link to her masterlist and called it a day. seriously, highly recommended. my fav on this is the 2ho one.
from storm to sunrise â @ad0rechuu
âyou and your boyfriend yunho wake up to find your other boyfriend mingi no where to be foundâ
fem!reader x bfs!yuyu and mingi, fluff, mild angst
liloâs notes! zero try not to write something iâll fall in love challenge, go! oh no you already failed because everything by user ad0rechuu is a masterpiece
𧞠hooked â @songmingisthighs
âA freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your ârelationshipâ led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you?â
ot8 x fem!reader, smau + written, college au, fluff, crack, nsfw. completed series, 91 chapters
liloâs notes! this is also one of the first fics i read on tumblr!! itâs definitely one of my all-time favs and itâs just such a fun read
𧞠unconventional first encounters with ateez â @bluehwale
ot8 headcanon, fluff, humour
liloâs notes! i also reread this occasionally, the humour tag really is accurate
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a word from our sponsors | knj
youâve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasnât stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistryâpeople have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny⊠until you canât stop thinking about it. đïž
pairing: namjoon x f. reader
genre: podcast, friends to lovers au; crack, smut, fluff
rating: explicit. minors do not interact.
warnings: parasocial relationships galore, a m*n with a p*dcast, author abuses italics, swearing, alcohol, reader uses a pseudonym/nickname (piper) because writing the meta fanfiction scene would've been too weird without one and i refuse to use y/n, dialogue-heavy but it is a fic about a podcast, everyone is down horrendous, mentions of social media & fake r*ddit posts, ex-boyfriend yoongi but in a good, healthy way. let me know if i missed anything but mostly this is just two goofballs not realizing they're in love with one another.
smut warnings: kissing, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex (fiction), protected vaginal sex (nonfiction), a lil squirting, mild degradation, mentions of a p*ss kink but there is no actual pee i promise (...lest?), i didn't intend to write size kink but it's namjoon so it just showed up anyway, slight dom!joon, everyone orgasms.
wordcount: 17.5k
credits: this was entirely inspired by that one episode of the basement yard where frankie reads the smut fic of him and joe, so credits to both that author and that podcast. spotify, for their podcast name generator. astro-seek for helping me drag namjoon astrologically. an extra special, gigantic thanks to @effortandmore for writing the meta fanfic (3k of it, no less!) and not batting an eye when i said it could have pee in it as a joke. this is as much yours as it is mine. finally, @hot-soop and @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this over for me and telling me i'm funny.
author's note: happy birthday, indigo! here i am to validate every fear you've ever had that the people you write porn about may one day read it. live and on air. :)
Youâve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years.
You can learn a lot about a guy in that amount of time.
None of it is especially salacious. You know all about his family and his dog and the brand of recycled paper towels he insists on buying in bulk. You know what heâd written his grad school thesis on and what heâd looked like in the thick of it, when he was staving off his fifth mental break of the week. You know how fidgety he gets when itâs closing in on Friday night and heâs got a dateâhow much he stresses over which restaurant to pick, which cologne, which expensive cashmere sweater to wear.
You also know what the internet thinks about him. Intimately.
Kim Namjoon, according to the internet, is peak husband material. He has cheeks ripe for pinching and thighs small countries would go to war to defend. He has a lap that doubles as a seat and dimples people want to get baptized in. He has Instagram selfies with hundreds of thousands of likes and comment sections full of intelligible keysmashes, especially the ones he posts from the gym.
Kim Namjoon, according to the internet, is a man written by a woman.
Looking at him now, you arenât sure thatâs true, you think people just need to raise their standards. Namjoon is just⊠Namjoon. Heâs intelligent and kind and up to date on modern feminist theory, is all. And, sure, maybe in the current political landscape that puts him far above the rest of men, but the way the internet has latched onto him is a little concerning.
âThereâs another post about whether or not weâre dating,â you say, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.
sooo letâs be real here, we ALL think theyâre dating, right??
Posted by u/pod-shipper 2 hours ago
Just like he always does, Namjoon huffs out a soft laugh, makes his way around to your side of the table. Puts his large hands on your shoulders as he leans in close to read from your screen, snorting every time he reads a sentence he finds particularly amusing. Whichever cologne heâd chosen this morning is, admittedly, very nice.
Itâs sooo obvious, especially in the episodes they film and post on YouTube. The way they look at each other?? I donât even look at my HUSBAND like that! (+1264)
âł omg ur sooooo right! i could MAYBE buy that they arenât full on dating, but theyâve def at least slept together. Namjoon is so đ„đ„đ„ (+791)
âł um how can namjoon be dating her when heâs already married to me đđ
(+3)
âł For the millionth time, can we not speculate on their personal lives? This is weird and reinforces really harmful ideas that men and women canât just be friends. (-51)
âHow come they never talk about how hot you are?â
You can tell by the look on Namjoonâs face that he hadnât meant to say thatâor, if he did, he didnât mean to say it like that, with an entire pout, eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline. âCursed to be ugly and dumb,â you joke to ease the sudden tension, reading the comment that simply says youâd have to be the dumbest person alive to not sleep with Namjoon.
He scrunches his nose at that. Returns to his side of the table. âYeah, I donât think so, lots of people havenât slept with me.â Starts to unpack all the gear from his bag before he says, âHey, all that stuffâdoes it bother you?â
âWhat do you mean?â you answer, the corner of a protein bar stuck in your mouth. Namjoon always insists on recording at the most inconvenient times.
âPeople thinking weâre together,â he clarifies.
You shrug. âI dunno. Not really. Comes with the territory, I think, not to mention how much you love to overshareââ
âHello?â
âIâm just saying,â you retort, hands raised in self-defense. âThere really was no need for you to mention you blew your grad school stipend on a porn scam.â Namjoon looks affronted, like he canât believe youâd stoop so low as to bring that up. âOr that you lost your virginity at fifteen.â
âWe have a relationship podcast,â he states simply. âThatâs kind of what we do, right? Talk about relationships? And the spectrum of human sexuality is part of that.â
You slump back in your chair as you quirk an eyebrow. âNo one said it wasnât, I just said you overshare. Which you do.â
âAnd thatâs why thereâs a dozen Reddit posts a week discussing whether or not weâre dating? Because I overshare?â
âYeah, exactly. Thatâs the kind of behavior that leads to parasocial relationships. People latch onto that shit. Makes them think theyâre your friend.â He glares. âDonât give me that look, you know Iâm right. Itâs bad enough youâve word-vomited all this highly personal information about yourself, but to not even do it under a pseudonym? Itâs like youâre begging for trouble.â
Another comment he doesnât even realize heâs making: âI donât beg. For anything.â
To this day, youâre not sure why Namjoon asked you to co-host a podcast with him.
His reasoning had been simple: âYouâre my best friend and we donât agree on anything.â Hard to argue with that. Namjoon has seemingly endless patience, even in the face of things he shouldnât entertain, and you⊠do not, to put it simply.
Youâre not a cold person. Your fuse isnât short. Youâre just a little jaded, is all. Have far less propensity for bullshit than Namjoon does, so the two of you play well off each other. You end a sentence with a well-punctuated full stop and Namjoonâs right behind you to sigh and say maybe you shouldnât be so hasty, not everything in the world can be so black or white.
Except some things are. Somewhere along the way, the podcastâwhich Namjoon had affectionately named Place Him Gently in the Garbage, even though some people should be shoved in there with forceâhad picked up a following. A big one. And now, every week, youâre inundated with emails ranging in severity. Sometimes people just want to vent after their tenth bad date in a row or share funny stories, and Namjoon lets you take the lead on those, but sometimes itâs a little more serious. Thatâs where Namjoon shines, all that endless patience, and people love him for it.
âWhatâs on the agenda today?â he asks, accepting a thick stack of papers from Jungkook.
Ah, Jungkook.
You arenât sure what he actually does. Some kind of social media manager, which is obvious from the wildly out-of-context clips he posts of you to TikTok, and itâs his responsibility to go through the thousands of emails you get from listeners, but aside from that all youâve got are your suspicions that he just sticks around to swindle Namjoon out of more and more money.
âIâm in a silly goofy mood,â comes Jungkookâs reply, and you let out a witch cackle as Namjoon winces. Nothing good ever comes of Jungkook being in a silly goofy mood, and thatâs quite alright by you.
Fifteen minutes later finds you with a camera in your face that you greet with an unamused, flat stare. Jungkook is used to it by now. Just films for a few seconds before turning his attention to an unaware Namjoon. Head down, pen and highlighter going a mile a minute as he pores over the stack of papers with all the doggedness and eagle-eyed stare of a literature professor.
Thatâs the thing about Namjoonâhe takes this really seriously. So do you, but not in the ways Namjoon does. Heâs all skill and determination and youâre color commentary. It works. It clearly works, so you arenât too bent out of shape about it, but sometimes you worry. Namjoon takes this really seriously and sometimes you worry that he takes it too seriously, that he carries the burdens and worries of all these strangers, that heâs trying to solve and fix things that arenât his responsibility to solve and fix.
So he takes it really seriously and you donât take it as seriously as you maybe should, and everything is by design. Balanced.
Twenty minutes later finds you staring across the table at Namjoon, who asks, âAre you ready?â and does one last equipment check before he launches into, âWelcome back to another episode of Place Him Gently in the Garbage with Namjoon and Piper. Whatâs new with you, Pipe? Any fun news?â
Pipe. It drives you nuts. Feels like nails on a chalkboard. âI see you almost every single day,â you respond dryly. âBut for the sake of entertainment, Iâm thinking about getting a cat.â
âA cat?â Namjoon parrots, and his eyebrows disappear beneath his fringe because he knows what that means.
Youâve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years, but youâve known him even longer.
Since your first year of college, which is also when you met Yoongi. Yoongi, your ex. Yoongi, the person youâd been with for six years and had planned a life around. Yoongi, now one of your closest friends, because the two of you still love one another but no longer in that way, which is fine. But alsoâYoongi, allergic to cats.
So, yeah. Namjoon knows what that means, and he has the good sense not to mention it. Unlike him, youâre intensely private and keep your cards close to your chest. Your listeners donât even know your real name, let alone that youâd gone through a breakup a year ago.
âWhat kind of cat?â he continues, like his entire world hasnât just been turned upside-down.
You shrug. âEh, I donât know. Probably one thatâs been in the shelter a long time, I guess. Iâm not too fussy, you know?â
âRight, a cat is a cat,â Namjoon says, thinking heâs done something. You and Jungkook gasp at the same time. âWhat? Why are you giving me that look?â
âBecause thatâs a fucked up thing to say! A cat is not just a cat. They have little personalities, just like people. Youâve gotââ
âBut you just said youâre not fussy,â he interjects. âAnd I know they have personalities and that you have to find one that suits your lifestyle! Like, you canât have one of those really cool cats that likes to go kayaking and shit, itâd never workââ
âWhat does that mean? Why couldnât I have a cool cat?â
âHey, all you cool cats and kittens,â Namjoon mocks, and you can tell he thinks heâs done something again, but his impression falls flatter than flat. An awkward silence fills the studio. He coughs. âAnyway. Do you have pictures?â
âYeah. I also have a list of candidates ranked by how cool their names are. Number five, Casserole.â
âThatâs cute.â
âMhm,â you agree, âbut Casserole is a kitten, and Iâm not sure Iâm ready for that kind of responsibility.â
âThey do say you should adopt kittens in pairs.â
âAnd thatâs how they get you. You want one kitten and they talk you into two, and before you know it youâve got, like, twelve cats. Number four, Party Girl.â
âSick name.â
âNumber three, Toddler.â
âToddler?â
âNumber two, Flat.â
âJust Flat? Understandable.â
âAnd, finally, number one: Human Torch.â
âYoooo.â Namjoon laughs. âYou have to adopt Human Torch. Let me see.â You pull up a picture on your phone and hand it over. âOkay, for our listenersâHuman Torch is a young, male Domestic Short Hair. He has stripes. I donât know what thatâs called.â
âTabby,â Jungkook chimes in.
âJungkook says heâs a tabby. Heâs cute. Adopt him.â
You return your phone to your pocket. âMaybe. I still think I want an older cat, but Iâll consider it. What about you, though? Any new dating horror stories to share?â
Ah, the dating horror stories. Your most dedicated shippers are convinced theyâre fake, that Namjoon just makes them up on the spot to keep them off your trail. If only. Not in the if only they were fake and Namjoon and I were actually dating kind of way, but the holy shit one of my closest friends is a fucking disaster and itâs a little embarrassing kind of way.
âNot really,â he answers. âIâve got a date this Friday, though. Trying to decide if dinner and a movie is too boring.â
âItâs a classic for a reason. What are you gonna see, My Big Fat Greek Wedding 3?â
âThree?â Namjoon emphasizes, truly sounding scandalized. âSince when are there three? I havenât even seen one or two.â
âOkay, first of all, the original is a classic and itâs a crime you havenât seen it.â
âAnd second of all?â
âThere is no second of all. Repeat point one.â
He snorts. âIâm not gonna see that, anyway. Maybe the re-release of Howlâs Moving Castle.â
âSubbed or dubbed, though?â
âAre you trying to get me canceled?â
âAbsolutely.â
âI like both,â he chickens out. âNow, letâs stop wasting time and get to the point of the show.â
âTalking about cats is a waste of time?â
âIâno, weâve just got a lot on the agenda today.â
âLike what?â
âWell, thereâs lots to talk about on the celebrity frontââ
Namjoon loves this part. As esteemed and educated as he is, not even he is immune to good old celebrity gossip. (Inside him there are two wolves.) Lives for it. Texts you about it at all hours of the night. Sends you links to Reddit threads with hundreds of comments. Has more opinions on Celebrity Big Brother than he does on Ludwig Wittgenstein, sometimes, and when thatâs the case you know youâre in for a long evening. Youâve never even seen an episode of Celebrity Big Brother.
But Namjoon loves it, so youâve become fond of it by association. Reminds you a bit of Yoongi and his love for sports and sports anime.
ââone should we start with?â
âWhatever you want,â you answer, because you havenât been paying a lick of attention and you arenât sure it matters anyway. Namjoon can talk to a wall on a good day, but heâs an entirely different beast once mundane, innocuous celeb gossip gets involved.
And even though you hadnât been paying attention, it seems like this was the right thing to say, because Namjoon smiles so wide his dimples crater his face. âCool. Letâs start with Taryn Manning. Did you see that bizarreââ
âWho?â
âWhat?â
âWho is Taryn Manning?â
Namjoon looks a little dumbstruck. Even Jungkookâs arching an eyebrow at you. âAre you serious? She was in Orange is the New Black and Crossroads.â
âThe Britney Spears movie?â
âYeah.â
âOh. Weird, okay. Continue.â
Your co-host shoots you a very pointed look. âI will, thanks. Anyway, she posted a video on social media talking about this affair she had with a married man. Like, she pulled over on the side of the road to record this. Said she canât stand the manâs wife because she called her a quote-unquote lunatic.â
âIâhuh, thought we werenât supposed to say that anymore. Alright.â
âBut wait, it gets even more bizarre. Listen to this quoteâand this is direct. This is a direct quote from the video, I canât stop thinking about it: âDonât you ever threaten me when your husband came to me to get his butthole licked.â Can youââ
âWhat? Namjoon, what in the fuckââ
âItâs crazy, right? She was gonna buy this guy a boat.â
âNamjoon, this is a family show, you canât just talk about ass-eating unprompted.â
âNo itâs not.â
âWell, you still shouldnât talk about ass-eating unprompted. Itâs unbecoming.â
âYouâre unbecoming,â Namjoon fires back, because he canât help it. The words are out of his mouth before he can think. âSorry, that was out of line.â
You sigh. Know whatever look Jungkook is catching on his camera right now is exasperated and pointed, the corners of your mouth probably tugged up just a hint. âUnbecoming, like I said.â Namjoon scoffs. âAnyway, so this actress was gonna buy this married guy a boat and was eating his ass?â
âYeah. Apparently it was her friendâs husband? They all went to a Taylor Swift concert together.â
âJesus, this keeps getting worse. Big year for Hollywood cheaters.â
âIt is, right? Cheaters and divorces. Something in the water, I guess.â
âI saw the astrology girlies saying a bunch of planets are in retrograde, soââ
âCan you explain that to me? Like, what does it mean for a planet to be in retrograde? Why is it causing divorces?â
âI donât know, Iâm not an astrology girlie. Thatâs why I said the astrology girlies. What are your big three, though?â
âWhatâs that?â
âYour sun, moon, and rising signs.â
âHow do I find that out?â
âUgh,â you intone, âdonât worry about it, Iâll do it myself. What time were you born?â
Namjoon rattles off a time.
You grab your laptop. Pull up the page, type in Namjoonâs date of birth and birthplace, and wait. Then youâre staring at a circle with a bunch of lines in it that also donât make a lick of sense to you. You roll your lips to keep from laughing and school your voice into something deadly serious. âBad news: it says youâre a virgin.â
âVirgo,â Namjoon corrects, not taking the bait. âI already knew that.â
You scroll a little further down the page. âYour moon is in Sagittarius. Oh god, listen to this, theyâve got you pegged: âThe greatest need is to always search for something. In order to feel safe you need a philosophy or beliefâââ
âHaaa, thatâs notââ
âââYou need to have a goal or mission that gives your life meaning. Your faith must be voluntary and it is a paradox that fighting against dogmas may lead you to other dogmas.â Yeah, thatâs you.â
âThat could apply to anyone,â he argues. âThere are seven-billion people on this planet; Iâd imagine a sizable amount of them would say that also describes them.â
âHm, sounds like your faith in astrology is not yet voluntary. Did you know youâre a Scorpio rising?â
âNo. Iâm sure youâre gonna tell me all about it, though.â
You smile. âCorrect. âPeople with Scorpio on the Ascendant need to fight against dark and destructive power in their life.â Is that true?â
âYeah, youâre the dark and destructive power. You keep sidetracking me and we need to get to the point of the podcast.â He grabs the stack of papers Jungkook had given him. Looks more highlighter than paper, if youâre being honest. âI guess Jungkook thought we needed a lighthearted kind of day.â
âThat was nice of him, considering what he gave us last week. I guess weâre allowed to have faith in humanity today.â
To your left, Jungkook scoffs.
âAlright,â Namjoon starts, putting on his Very Serious Podcast Guy voice, âfirst up weâve got a question from one of our listeners in Canada. It says, âHi, Piper and Namjoon. I recently agreed to go on a blind date with a friend of a friend. She said he was a bit old-fashioned but really talked him up so I thought I was in good handsâand then he showed up to get me in a â67 GTO and exclusively referred to me as doll. He didnât use my name once. Iâm torn, because he was really nice and I had a good time otherwise, but this is weird, right? Should I see him agaiâââ
âNo,â you interject.
âCan I finish?â
âYou donât have to. This guy sounds greasy.â
Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. âAnd why is that?â
âIgnoring the fact that this guy has arguably one of the lamest classic cars around, he didnât use their name once? Not once, in all the time they spent together? Thatâs really disrespectful.â
âSome people are just pet name people,â Namjoon argues.
âWith absolute strangers, though? Itâs really giving the impression that he didnât even know it, not to mention some people are uncomfortable with pet names. The whole shtick is super lame.â
âI agree it sounds a bit misguided, butââ
Ignoring Namjoon, you say, âSorry you had to go on a date with the ghost of less-cool James Dean. Into the garbage he goes.â
And, just like heâs done a million times before, Namjoon rolls his eyes and says, âIf you really like this guy and want to see him again, a bit of communication will go a long way. Tell him the pet name made you uncomfortableâif it didâand offer to pick him up for the next date. I donât think heâs completely destined for the garbage, yet.â
âYouâre just saying that because you donât have a license. You probably think a 1967 Pontiac GTO is the pinnacle of romance. Thatâs probably like picking someone up on a Specialized Aethos to you, eh?â
âThatâs a fifteen-thousand dollar bike, Iâll have you know.â
You groan. âOh my god.â
Ep: #183 - Namjoon is a Virgin
I think Namjoon had the right idea on this one. Sure, the car can be considered lame, but I think a lot of men are deeply insecure and therefore overcompensate when it comes to dating. Women are hard to impress when they have unlimited options. You have to stand out, so Iâm glad he advocated for him. Piper can come off like such a misandrist sometimes. (-649)
âł just shut up bro namjoon would fuckin hate u (+204)
âł Imagine caring about something like this when theyâre getting a cat together đ (+19)
You think about the cat thing for nearly a week.
Adopting a cat is certainly not the worst idea youâve ever had, and truth be told itâs been a little lonely, living by yourself. No more Yoongi in your space; no more Holly. So, having a new little friend around might do you some good.
Itâs justâ
Itâs a big commitment, and thereâs also the dog sitting-shaped elephant in the room. Ending things on good terms means youâre still Yoongiâs second-choice sitter whenever he has to go out of town, and while you love Holly dearly (the two of you had adopted him together, after all), heâs a lot like his father in a lot of ways.
Should I get a cat, you type out, and itâs only been in Yoongiâs inbox a few seconds before the most unflattering picture youâve ever taken of him is flashing across your screen.
âAre you dying?â you ask, because Yoongi doesnât call you for much else.
And you already know what his response is going to be. âWeâre all dying.â
âLighten up, Yoongi. One might say being so existentially nihilistic before noon causes wrinkles.â
Thereâs a split-second pause. âItâs nine p.m.â
âSure, but itâs before tomorrowâs noon, so it still counts.â
âWhatever. Listen, before you adopt that cat, I need a favor.â
âYou going out of town again?â
âYeah. Shouldnât be long, though. A week at the most, five days if Iâm lucky.â
âThatâs fine, bring him over whenever. Yijeongâs busy?â
This pause is far, far longer. âNo,â comes Yoongiâs eventual response, but itâs slow. Unsure. A two-letter word has never taken so long to say in the history of ever. âHeâs, uh. Coming with me?â
Oh, you think. This is where your ex awkwardly and hesitantly breaks the news of his new relationship. Youâve known this day was coming, and this is what you get for staying friends with him. âThis is a fanfiction plot,â you accuse. âHot, mysterious man moves into a gaudy apartment complex after ending a long-term relationship and meets his equally-hot and mysterious neighbor and they fall in love.â
âIâthatâs notâmy apartment is not gaudy.â
âYes it is. Thereâs a giant gold bust of a weird bird in the lobby.â
âWeird bird?â he parrots. âItâs a swan.â
âI see youâre not denying the in-love-with-your-neighbor accusations.â
âAm I on trial?â Yoongi retorts, and itâs such a Yoongi thing to say when what he means is, is this okay? He means, are we able to talk about this without it being weird? He means, I wonât ever say as much out loud, but your acceptance means a lot to me, and Iâd like for you to give me this.
So you lower your voice and soften the edges because itâs not really something to joke about, and you say, âNo, of course youâre not on trial,â and Yoongi knows what you mean. âAnd if you were, you'd get locked up for fifty years. You canât lie for shit.â
Thereâs a beat of silence before he clears his throat, mutters a thanks that is so quiet you almost donât catch it. âSend me pictures of the cats.â
Later on, once youâre freshly-showered and tucked into bed with a candle and a book (Eloge de lâamour by Alain Badiou at Namjoonâs insistence and request), your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongiâ
Yoongi: toddler is a fucking hilarious name for a cat but so is flat
Yoongi: itâs a tie for me
You: Okay well pick one đ
Yoongi: yijeong says get both
You: Both???? Is he paying my vet bills?
Yoongi: kinda out of line to proposition him for money. flat is also good with dogs, js
You: If heâs now being raised by you two, my perfect, well-behaved son is probably long gone. Does he even count as a dog anymore?
Yoongi: me and yijeong both say fuck off
Yoongi: holly too. he says he doesnât miss you anymore and heâs not coming over now
Yoongi has added Yijeong to the group
Yoongi has changed the group name to #ThirdWheelChat
Yijeong: Please donât drag me into this. Also I did not say âfuck offâ
You have changed the group name to People Who Have Seen Yoongi Naked
Yoongi: fuck you
You shouldâve known something was going on with Jungkook, because itâd started like this:
(When you and Namjoon started the podcast three years ago, it was in the living room of his apartment.
Surrounded by books and plants. He loved to record in the afternoons back thenâNamjoon loved to say it was because of his grad school schedule, but youâve always suspected he just wanted to preen in the golden hour light, much like heâs doing now.
âIs this really necessary?â Jungkook whines from his spot on the couch. Heâs already swindled Namjoon out of two bags of microwavable popcorn and three cans of sparkling water. âItâs a Saturday afternoon; I could be doing something so much more fun than this.â
Namjoon scoffs. âAre you saying this isnât fun?â
âYeah. It sucks, actually. This couldâve been an email.â
And because Namjoon is accomplished, mature, and absolutely incapable of not taking Jungkookâs bait, the space between his brows creases as he sends a murderous glare Jungkookâs way. âStop eating my food, then. And drinking my drinks. And lounging on my couch like thatââ
âIâm not lounging,â Jungkook argues.
âYouâre manspreading all over the leather!â
âThis is how I sit!â
âWell, knock it off! My couch is only for fun and people who think Iâm fun!â
Jungkook rolls his eyes. âSo you fuck on it?â
âWhat?â
âWhat other fun things could you possibly do on a couch?â
Namjoon blinks. âWatch⊠watch a movie?â
Jungkook groans, throws himself backwards against the pillows as if heâs suffering a Victorian ailment. âJesus. No wonder you canât score a second date.â
âOkay, that was a little uncalled for. There are a ton of reasons a person might not want a second date, and no one is obligated to go out with meââ
âUh-huh. Anywayââ
You clear your throat. Try to hide your own can of seltzer youâd taken from Namjoonâs fridge in the midst of his and Jungkookâs bickering. âNot trying to be rude, but I have an appointment at the shelter at three. If, yâknow. You wouldnât mind speeding this up a little.â
âOh! Yeah, of courseââ
âOh, so youâll speed this up for her but notââ
Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose. âShe,â he begins, jerking his thumb in your direction, âisnât needlessly complaining and actually has someplace to be.â)
It was just a quick little rendezvous in Namjoonâs living room to come up with a rough draft for the following monthâs episodes. He couldnât do it over text because heâd fallen down the steps at his office and landed on his ass on the corner of a step and his phone had been in his back pocket. Cracked clean in half. And he couldnât do it over email because heârightfullyâknew Jungkook would ignore them because he has his inbox set up to send all of Namjoonâs personal emails to the trash.
But Jungkook holds onto things like that. Grudges. Loves to let Namjoon think bygones are bygones and pop up a few days later with some evil scheme. Hence:
âWhat is this?â
Jungkook smirks. Rocks back on his heels. âItâs fanfiction.â
âI can see that, but⊠why?â
This is where Jungkook shines: the ominous, cheshire cat grin; the aw, shucks demeanor that gaslights Namjoon into thinking Jungkook couldnât possibly be fucking with him. âWell, you were having trouble coming up with ideas for episodes, and thereâs an email in there from someone whose partner reads really expliââ
âJungkook, this is fanfiction about me.â
You canât help the laugh that escapes you. Of all the weird shit youâve seen on the internet (and thereâs been a lot), fanfiction of people you knowâyour friendsâwas something youâd managed to escape. Probably by virtue of not knowing anyone famous enough to warrant fanfiction being written about them.
But you shouldâve known. You really, really shouldâve known.
âOh my god?â
Youâre not sure who says it. Could be you or Namjoon, but the sentiment is the same. He mouths a what the fuck at you thatâs met with a shrug. Youâre in uncharted territory now, too. âWhere did you even find this?â you ask, taking the stack of papers from Namjoon. âAnd why did you print it out?â
âBecause Iâm going to track down whoever wrote it and get them to autograph it. Then Iâm going to buy a nice frame and hang it on the wall behind him, so we never forget this historical moment in Place Him Gently in the Garbage lore.â
âItâs a podcast,â Namjoon deadpans, âhow can it have lore? And how much lore can there possibly be?â
âItâs the internet,â you concede. âThe lore possibilities are endless. Donât tempt them.â
Jungkook nods sagely, well-versed in the degeneracy of the internet. âYeah, thatâs how you end up with shit like 4chan.â
â4chan? Thereâs Space Jam porn on there.â
As the youngest, all Jungkook can do is roll his eyes. âSometimes explaining this shit to you feels like trying to teach old people how to rotate PDFsââ
Namjoon scoffs. âIâm not that bad. I know how to rotate a PDF.â
Wow, Jungkook mouths. âAnyway, back to the fanfictionââ
âI donât want to talk about it,â Namjoon interjects. He looks at you. âItâs weird, right? Like, itâs weird that people have written this about us?â
About us.
Your scope of the world narrows to the size of a pinhead. Itâd just been about Namjoon before. This is fanfiction about me, heâd said, and you hadnât been included in that. Now itâs written about us and youâre included.
âIâwhat?â
âItâs about us,â Namjoon repeats.
Jungkook rolls his lips. âItâs about the two of you fucking, to be specific.â
âCan you notââ
âFucking a lot,â Jungkook continues. âSo much fucking.â
Namjoon looks at you, and itâs all you can do to keep from laughing. The look on his face is pure bewilderment, both that Jungkook has cooked up this idea and is hell-bent on executing it and that he remains employed. And maybe itâs a little bit of nerves, too, because neither of you are ignorant of the risks. Reading fanfiction about yourselvesâabout the two of you as a couple, specifically, or at least two people who have sexâis weird. Not something you can unread.
And maybe itâs because youâre so determined to not make it weird that you send Namjoon a cheeky, exaggerated wink, shrug your shoulders, and say, âIâll need a couple drinks, but Iâm down.â
Jungkook throws his head back and cackles wildly, and that look of bewilderment on Namjoonâs face morphs into something else. Trepidation, maybe; definitely disbelief, because sometimes he lets himself get swept away in Jungkookâs schemes, but itâs rare that you follow suit.
As Jungkook continues to laugh, you wonder if you shouldâve said no.
Namjoon has two stipulations: the two of you have to film the episode completely alone, and he, too, needs to be a little drunk.
The latter? Piece of cake, considering Namjoon has become some sort of whiskey aficionado in recent years. His drinking is streamlined and to the pointâhe knows exactly how much and what to drink to get him where he wants to be. You canât say he isnât efficient.
The former, though? Borderline impossible. From the second Namjoon states his terms, Jungkook is having none of it. Argues that heâs the one who found the story and the one who cleared it with the author, so he deserves to witness the fruits of his labor.
âNo,â Namjoon repeats for the nth time, âno way. Iâll barely be able to do this with just her, let alone both of you.â
And thatâthat doesnât bother you, right? You force a laugh, because why would it bother you?
There are few secrets between you and Namjoon, except your respective sex lives have been staunchly off-limits. Namjoon could be a virgin for all you know, and as you study himâthe way he keeps bobbing his leg, the slight shake in his handsâyou wonder if thatâs the reason heâs being so weird about this.
Itâs just a story.
Fiction.
Most people donât have to worry about someone writing stories about them fucking their friends. If they do, you reckon even less actually read them. So, sure, itâs a little strange, but people from all over the world send in stranger stuff all the time, donât they? Itâs literally the reason youâre in this predicament.
Eventually Jungkook agrees. His whining has gotten him nowhere, so he just throws up his hands. Posts a cryptic little âu guys wonât believe what the next patreon ep is lmaoâ that sends the internet into a frenzy. Doubles your Patreon numbers almost immediately, and both you and Namjoon do a good job of pretending the pressure isnât overwhelming.
Jesus. You have to read explicit fanfiction about yourselves. On camera.
Namjoon gets caught up with work and isnât available until the weekend, so youâre forced to sit with the nerves for a few days. Not too bad at first, but youâre nearly coming out of your skin by Thursday with the need to know. Youâre well-versed in the world of fanfiction, but this is fanfiction about you: your name, your likeness, maybe even your personality.
What will they know of Namjoon, though?
Will they get it right, the way he looks with his jaw clenched? How impossibly deep his voice can go, both when itâs raspy with sleep and when heâs fully at ease? Will the Namjoon in the story be closer to the Namjoon you know, or the version of himself he presents to the public?
And youâve known him a long timeâlong enough that there are few secrets between you, but you donât know the most intimate parts. All the parts the internet loves to speculate on. All the little gaps that, apparently, need to be filled in by fanfiction.
Will they know what Namjoon looks like when he gets off?
No, you scold yourself, jerking awkwardly like youâve been burned, and neither will you.
Because you are not going to think about this. Your thoughts are not going to go there. Namjoon is your friend, and youâve listened to him scold an endless amount of men on the podcast for exactly this behavior. Sexualizing their friends. Youâre not going to do it, too.
Maybe thatâs why youâre kind of seeing double when it comes time to record. Namjoon needed an extra shot and offered you one as well. Youâd necked it without a second thought and now youâre here, trying to ignore the slight tilt of the room as Namjoon adjusts the camera.
âHowâs the shot look?â he asks, gesturing vaguely behind him at his laptop screen because Jungkook had refused to lend you his fancy cameras if he wasnât allowed to be involved.
Itâs a completely normal question.
Itâs a question youâve asked and answered a million times.
Exceptâthereâs something horribly distracting about Namjoon in this moment. The outline of his back muscles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The way the sleeves are tight around his biceps. Heâs always been a gym rat, always carries around a protein shake that smells and looks completely foul, but you canât remember it ever being this obvious.
And you take too long to answer, because Namjoon straightens up just enough to send you a concerned look. Which does not help. You are not imagining what else might cause his brows to pinch like that, what might have his lips parting, have sweat dotting his hairline.
You swallow. Hard.
âLooks fine,â you manage to say. Heâs still staring. Are you on fire? You feel like youâre on fire, which would make sense. Would explain Namjoonâs sweating and concerned stare and the fact that he cannot stop staring at you. âMaybe a tiny bit to the right if weâre being picky,â you tack on, hoping itâll break whatever spell the two of you are ensnared in.
It works. âTo theâthe right, yeah, makes sense,â he rambles.
He moves it an inch to the left.
â
Things are tense, to say the least.
Recording hasnât been this awkward since your first episode, or maybe ever. Youâre sat across from one another like you always are, and usually Namjoon would be making quip after quip by now, talking endlessly until Jungkook shushed him long enough to get the intro filmed. Now, thereâs just silence.
âShould weâŠ?â Namjoon startles. Bangs his knee on the underside of the table and drops a string of curses. âSorry, are youââ
âIâm fine,â he says, cutting you off. He gestures vaguely toward the camera. âIâll just⊠yeah.â
Showtime.
You wipe your hands on your jeans, unsure of when they got so damp. Unsure of when youâd grown so nervous, too, because youâd been fine an hour ago. Had strolled in with two cups of tea and a little too much confidence, giddy at what you were about to do.
Maybe the nerves had shown up alongside the alcohol. This sounds reasonable, and you do not, under any circumstance or for any reason, think about Namjoonâs back. Or his biceps.
Namjoon makes it through the intro, dimples deep and wide as he smiles, and you also donât think about the way his voice cracks and gets a little breathy when he introduces you. Itâs only because heâd been drinking, and the flush on his cheeks attests to that. The same flush that creeps down his neck, still a little sweaty; disappears beneath the hemline of his shirt.
ââJungkook had. Right, Piper?â
Now itâs your turn to startle, and thereâs not much you can do to hide the obvious except ask Namjoon to redo the shot. Because itâs bad enough the internet already overanalyzes every move you make, every word choice, every instance youâve stared at Namjoon a second longer than they thought you wouldâthis is a blatant display of⊠affectedness.
âSorry,â you say, âI wasn't paying attention. Can we redo it?â
Youâre expecting a playful scolding. A ha ha, get it together, because thatâs what you usually get. But thereâs nothing aside from Namjoon studying you and nodding. Asking if youâre okay. Saying, âIs thisâthis is weird, right? Is it too weird? Maybe we shouldnâtââ
An out. Namjoon is giving you an out, and you should take it, you know you should take it, so thereâs absolutely no reason at all you shake your head and say, âNo, no, itâs fine! I think Iâm just a little, uh. Drunk?â
âAre you sure? We canââ
âItâs fine, Joon,â you insist. âBesides, itâll be good content, right?â
âGood content,â he parrots. âYeah, for sure.â He fidgets in his seat, runs his hands down the span of his thighs. Very, very thick thighs. âIâll grab us some water.â
You faceplant onto the table as soon as heâs out of the room. When did his thighs get so thick?
But the water helps. Cures whatever strange, insatiable thirst has come over you, because you feel much more human after a few glasses. Less drunk, too, which makes sense. Yoongi could barely escape your drunken, horny wrath when the two of you were together, so you chalk it up to a Pavlovian response.
Namjoon does the intro again. Introduces you strong and steady, not a hint of nerves, and explains, with a fresh blush taking over his upper body, what the episodeâs going to be about. âSomeone wrote fanfiction about us,â he says, scratching at the back of his neck. âItâs, uh, pretty explicit. Jungkook thought itâd be funny if we read it.â
You snort. âHe might get fired, depending on how this goes.â
âHe should get fired regardless,â Namjoon deadpans. âAnyway, we have permission from the author to read this so donât come after us, and, as always, weâll put all the credits in the video description.â
âSpecial shoutout to Jungkook, though, who was not allowed to be here with us for this momentous occasion.â
Namjoon laughs. âIâm sure heâs having plenty of fun at home.â You both pause. âThatâs notâIâm not implying anything with that! I just meantâyou know, like. Heâs hanging out and enjoying his day off.â
âUh-huh.â
âMoving on. I have two copies of this. Do you want your own?â
You grin, wicked and wide. âNah, just read it to me.â
âMaking me do all the work,â he huffs. âTypical.â
âThereâs a stack of papers in front of you that might say otherwise.â
Itâs clear you catch him off-guard. He cocks an eyebrow, opens and shuts his mouth a few times like a goldfish. An obvious question sits on the tip of his tongue: You think youâd be in charge? Instead he coughs, jerks his head to the side, and says, âI guess weâll see.â
It sounds like a challenge.
Thirty seconds is all you get before Namjoonâs shuffling his stack of papers and clearing his throat. Asking if youâre ready and jumping right into it once you say you are. Reads the first few lines like theyâre some old lecture notes, and theyâre conservative and safe-for-work enough that you start to relax.
And then Namjoon reads, âA louder one wonders if Namjoon is a pet name personâif heâd call her âhoney,â or âgummy bear,â âbabe,â or âbaby,ââ and you choke.
âGummy bear?â
Namjoon laughs along with youâthe weird one that almost sounds like a dog panting. âYou want me to call you gummy bear?â
âI want you to call me a Lyft,â you snark. âIâm leaving.â
He continues:
And thatâs how it starts, wandering thoughts, wandering fingersâthe first time Piper comes to the thought of Namjoon calling her baby, pushing inside her, showing her that he definitely doesnât beg, but she does⊠Well, sheâs a little ashamed. Sheâs apparently got a reputation to maintain, anyway, not to mention a friendship.
His eyes leave the paper and lock onto you. âOr maybe youâd prefer baby?â
âFuck off.â
Weeks after that first time, itâs become a habit, thinking about Namjoon as something more than a friend. Itâs confusing and a little mortifying and itâs starting to affect her in ways she hadnât expected. When they record, she feels fidgetyâsheâs jumpy when he gets close, has all the stupid obvious tells of an unwanted crush: her breath hitches when he whispers (why the fuck is he whispering in her ear, anyway? Doesnât he know what that does to a person?) inside jokes to her so Jungkook canât hear, her heart rate spikes when their fingers accidentally brush, she feels itchy and hot and a little embarrassed whenever he holds eye contact with her. Itâs terrible, and itâs only made worse by the way heâs doing all of those things more than usual.
Or, at least she thinks he is, thinks sheâs not imagining the way his eyes linger on her more than she can remember happening before or the way sheâs caught him staring at her lips when she chews on the end of her pencil mindlessly.Â
Youâve completely forgotten how to breathe.
Namjoonâs staring again. You need to salvage this. Heâs only on paragraph three and youâre already squirming in your chair and imagining things that are not appropriate. So you roll your lips, return his teasing. âWell? Do you stare at my lips?â
It works. âNo,â he scowls.
âYou sure?â you joke, morphing your face into something half-pout, half-duck face.
âWeâre never gonna finish this if you keep making comments.â
âYou started it,â you point out. âGo on, then.â
Thereâs some dialogue. Some prose that hits way too close to home, has you wondering who on earth wrote this and how they plucked every single thought from deep within your psyche. A pang of fear that maybe you havenât been as subtle as youâd thought all these years. A moment to confirm to yourself that, no, you havenât been harboring a secret, deeply-buried crush on Namjoon.
Then he readsâ
And then he kisses her. Itâs greedy and hot, his lips like a branding iron. She moans a little against her better judgment when he licks at the seam of her mouth, and in return, she can feel Namjoonâs lips curve into a smile against her own.
Itâs better than sheâd been imagining it, really. Heâs a good kisserâfirm at the right times, soft when she needs it, careful but not cautious. He holds her jaw with one hand and keeps her right where he wants her beneath him (as if sheâd want to move, anyway).Â
When their lips finally part, he rests his forehead on hers. Itâs intimate in a way she hadnât expected, and he looks at her as if sheâs the answer to every question. Finally, he whispers, âWhatâre we doing, Piper?â His lips are still wet and pink and a little swollen from kissing, and she barely hears the questionâsheâs too busy thinking about kissing him again, about pulling his plump bottom lip between her teeth, teasing andâŠÂ
âKissing,â she says finally.Â
âWhat do you want?â he asks, sinking to his knees in front of her. And if that alone isnât an answer to his questionâŠ
âWhatever youâre willing to give,â she replies. It feels like sheâs wanted this forever, this and so much more. Once she got the idea in her head, itâs hard to know if she ever felt differently, ever truly thought they could just be friends. Or, if in the back of her mind, in the dark corners that she never lets see daylight, she always knew she wanted Namjoon. Always knew she loved him.
âand everything goes right out the fucking window.
Namjoon sits with those words for a moment. Scans the paper in his hands and frowns a little when he confirms what you already know. âThe rest is, uh. Porn.â
âThat is why weâre here.â
âLast chance to back out.â
âIâm not scared,â you lie. âAre you? Youâre the one who keeps stalling.â
He huffs. âYouâre a pain in my ass,â he retorts, and then nothing is all that funny anymore.
Because Namjoon was right: the rest is straight-up porn. Heâs barely able to read the part where he goes down on you with a straight face, turning a deep shade of crimson. Stutters through the part where you pull his hair, and that is not something you needed to know about your friend. You think he loses his grasp of language entirely when he reads, âWhen he slides a long finger into her and brushes past her most sensitive spot, she arches into him and lets his name fall from her lips in a soft cry. Piper, notorious skeptic, is a babbling, trembling mess as she gets closer to her orgasm,â because all the words are garbled together, producing nothing but gibberish. You think heâs ready to keel over and die when he reads, âNamjoon pulls away briefly, lips slick with her juices, and licks over his top one, pausing to tell her how good she tastes before he dives back in.â
âThat was nice of them to include. I appreciate their attention to detail in regards to my personal hygiene.â
âThis is so embarrassing,â he whines.
You roll your eyes good-naturedly. âGimme. Iâll finish it.â He hands over the papers immediately.
Except you regret it immediately. The words youâre staring at are not words you ever thought youâd read or recite in your entire life. Not even for a million dollars. âOh,â you say instead.
âSee? Not as easy as it looks.â
âThis is really embarrassing,â you confirm. âI might need another shot.â
âY-yeah. Alcohol sounds good.â
Namjoon staggers forward obligingly, looks completely fucked out and pliant, willing to do whatever she asks. She remembers the sounds he made when she pulled his hair, wonders if he likes being bossed around, if he wants her to tell him what to do, to be a little mean to him. Maybe itâs different from her dreams, maybe he will beg her. She wants him so badly, sheâd do anything for him. So, she pulls his briefs down to expose his absurdly large member, already mostly hard, and slaps it. Gently at first to see how heâll react, and when he shudders and jerks his hips, she does it again, a little harder.
âLook at you,â she whispers, âsuch a needy boy.âÂ
He whimpers at that, eyes pleading. âPlease, PiperâŠâ he whines.
Â
âPlease what?â
âPlease let me fuck you,â he begs.
She wants to, wants him so much, wants to feel him stretch her open, and from the looks of his cock, thick and long and drooling with precum, he could.
âShould I?â she asks. She musters all her confidence to keep the condescending tone up. It feels wrong given how desperate she is to get him inside her, but it also seems to be getting him worked up and equally as desperate. âDo you even know what to do with that big, stupid cock?âÂ
Namjoonâs cock twitches, and he begs, âIâIâll fuck you so good, PiperâŠ. I know how, I promise. Just⊠please?â
âOh my god,â the two of you say in unison.
You so badly want to ask if this is biographical. How Namjoon feels about a little degradation; what heâd do if someone actually called his cock stupid. Ifsomeone has called his cock stupid. You dare a glance at him and conclude that someoneâs had to. Namjoon just has that kind of energy.
But you canât ask because itâd be weird, so you keep reading.
âHow do you want me?â she asks softly when their lips part. Thereâs a wild look in his eyes, like heâs processing all the possible options out of everything heâs considered. And then it occurs to her. âHave you imagined this before? Thought about how youâd fuck me?â she teases him as she stands, stepping into him. Piper pushes one hand through his hair, brushing it back off of his forehead and wraps her other around his dick, squeezing a little for emphasis on her words.
âYes,â he groans as she strokes him, thumbing at the head of his cock.
âTell me what you want, then. Want me on all fours for you? Want me to show you how itâs done, to let you lay back and ride you so you donât have to put in any work?â
Namjoonâs breathing is getting heavy, pupils blown wider with each suggestion.Â
âI told you!â you shriek, laughing in between the words. âI told you IâdâŠâ And then your gloating tapers off, because what happens next has your brain malfunctioning.
âAll of that,â he whines as she lets go of his hair and brings her hand down to run a fingertip over his perineum. âWant all of that. Want to bend you over the table and fuck you right here. Hear your sounds in the microphone.â
Even in her dirtiest thoughts about him, she hadnât considered the microphone, hadnât considered recording it. When she thinks about it though, it makes sense. Namjoon is exactly the kind of person that would get off to someoneâs voice.
So, she does. She makes a show of turning around and slowly bending over the table, sliding her upper body across it carefully until she can reach her microphone and turn it on. When she says into it, âWhatâre you waiting for?â she sees over her shoulder the way that Namjoon shivers.
This is⊠not good. Youâre never going to be able to look at a microphone the same way, which is extremely not good for a person who supplements their income with a very popular podcast that requires them to speak into a microphone for extended periods of time.
This is very, very bad.
Namjoon must be thinking the same, because he lets out a strangled a-haaa thatâs less of a laugh and more a plea to God, the gods, the entire gamut of higher powers that might be able to save him. No oneâs going to, you think, staring down at the paper again. This godless piece of fanfiction will be preserved on the internet forever, will be seared into your mind forever, and no amount of praying is going to erase it.
âI should, uh. Just read the rest, yeah? Get it over with?â
âMhm. Yep. Yes, please.â
Donât say please, you almost say. You canât take it; not after what youâve just read.
So you put on a show. Steel your expression and your nerves and take it seriously. Use voices and sound effects and desperately try to stave off the awkwardness you know is inevitable because a smut fic is probably only going to end one way, and thatâs with you acting out Namjoon having an orgasm.
Maybe youâll have another one, too, if the author is nice.
Itâs sweet, she thinks, the way heâs easy for her, takes his time with her. Strokes his fingertips along her sides and kisses the back of her neck reverently. As much as she loves it, part of her hopes heâs not always like thisâhopes heâll give as good as he takes, hopes heâll put her in her place. She can feel his cock hard against the cleft of her ass, not even inside her yet, and still, she thinks about next time and the time after that.
âStill okay?â He breathes into her ear as his tip rubs against her cunt.Â
âYeahâwant you, Joon.âÂ
âNever thought Iâd hear you say those words.âÂ
âI never thought youâd record them,â she teases, eyes glancing up to the flashing light showing the mic picking up all of this as he starts his slow slide into her.Â
Piper falls even further forward when he bottoms out, letting her forehead rest on the table. Heâs whispering filth in her ear, about how he has something to prove, how sheâll never want anyone after this, how no one can fuck her the way he does.Â
She hates that heâs right.Â
Each stroke brings a new sensation: sparklers, butterflies, nerve endings on fire as he fucks into her and licks and sucks at her neck, her shoulders, her ear. Piper canât even think, and this is what people mean when they talk about being fucked stupid, she decides.Â
Itâs perfect.Â
Every time she thinks sheâs getting close again, he changes something: fucks her a little shallower, moves his hips just a little, slows down, speeds up⊠Itâs driving her crazy.Â
âCome on,â she whines. âIâm so closeâŠâ
At least she can tell he is, too. No longer able to sustain the dirty talk, heâs breathing heavily, letting out broken moans and sighs of her name. Heâs moving rhythmically now, thrusts consistently faster.Â
âOh, fuck, Piper,â he groans, âGonna cum.â
One of his hands finds her clit and he rubs careful circles over her, bringing her to her peak along with him, no more teasing.Â
When she comes, itâs with a loud moan into the studio mic, and that seems to be what tips Namjoon over the edge, too. His hips stutter into hers as he comes, her cunt clenching around him for what feels like forever.
You deserve an award, you think. An Oscar. You didnât even groan when you had to read the word âcunt,â and thatâs a feat in and of itself.
âIs it over?â Namjoon asks, words muffled by the hands covering his face.
âNot quite,â you answer. âThereâs some aftercare, and at the end you ask if Iâll piss on you.â
Namjoon gags. âI asked you whatââ
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HOLY SHIT THE NEW PATREON EPISODE????????
Posted by u/pod-shipper 4 minutes ago
NO WAY. NOOOOOOO FUCKING WAY DUDE THEREâS NO FUCKING WAY THEY DID THIS AS AN ACTUAL EPISODE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT HTE FUCK WHAT EHTU FKF DFGLKDG;L (+705)
I wasnât sure if they were messing around before, and I was quite critical of the âshippers,â but now Iâm pretty convinced. (+423)
âł weâve been telling yâall for YEARS đ€ (+197)
âł Glad youâve seen the light, u/RandomAcorn2058! (+5)
âł ugh. they werenât messing around before and they arenât messing around now. do you guys not listen to what they say? namjoonâs been dating, and piper got out of a six-year relationship just over a year ago. if theyâve had something going on for âyearsâ that means theyâre both cheaters, and thatâs a really shitty thing to assume about them. not to mention it makes the entire point of the podcast moot. (-63)
Why do you guys think Jungkook âwasnât allowedâ to be there? (+314)
âł So they could fuck lmao itâs so obvious (+329)
âł because itâs awkward af? would you wanna read porn about yourself w all your coworkers in the room? (+2)
âł the âitâs awkwardâ excuse is sooooo lame heâs the one who found it and is the one who edited the episode, heâs gonna see it regardless. (+15)
âł Tbh Iâm more curious about how he even found it to begin with? Do they have a throuple thing going on? Like, why was he looking for smut fic about his bosses? (+38)
You do not get through recording unscathed.
You are very scathed. Perhaps the most scathed a person has ever been.
Jungkook texts the group chat sporadically throughout the week, cracking jokes and making memes at your and Namjoonâs expense which is par for the course and shouldnât have you off-kilter, but something inside you feels deeply wrong. Feels like someoneâs given you devastating news; feels like it used to back in uni when you knew youâd failed an exam and were just waiting to see how badly.
It both helps and doesnât that the internet is so invested. All the clips Jungkook keeps posting have re-doubled your Patreon numbers, and jumping up a tax bracket never hurt anyone, you included. But all of those jokes and memes largely went unanswered by both you and Namjoon, still too close to the incident to find the humor in it from the other side.
The two of you had sex.
Not literally, of course, but you figure you might as well have with the way youâre feeling. The way youâre avoiding one another. Someone wrote a story about the two of you having sex and you both read it and something about that, days later, feels really fucking unsettling.
In a bad way? You arenât sure. Itâs not like youâre mad or upset or any other synonym. You just feel⊠off. Itchy from the inside out, and thatâs far from the norm in your and Namjoonâs friendship. In all the years youâve known one another, youâve never once avoided each other, including the time youâd set him up with a close friend and he showed up 45 minutes late to their date and ghosted after.
(Unsurprisingly, that friendship had not lasted.)
Maybe itâs because Yoongi had always been there as a buffer. You arenât of the belief that men and women cannot be platonic friends, but being in a years-long committed relationship nixed a lot of awkward interactions and assumptions off the bat. Even Namjoon had known Yoongi first. Had introduced himself to you in your shared 100-level psych course with a, âHey, youâre Min Yoongiâs girlfriend, right?â because they ran in the same underground circles and Namjoon had idolized him from afar for years.
Pretty fucked up, then, that Yoongiâs off in Los Angeles with his hot new boyfriend and youâre on your couch, Holly at your feet, pointedly ignoring your texts.
âIâm gonna get a cat,â you say to the dog, trying to redirect his attention when he starts chewing on your sock again. Holly doesnât offer any input, of course, and heâs a lot like his father in that way. âI canât believe you have a stepfather. Youâre a proper child of divorce now, Min Holly.â
There are a pile of unread texts you continue to ignore in lieu of showing Holly pictures of adoptable cats. A few more memes from Jungkook, one from Namjoonâs new phone asking to move the recording date a few days because âsomething came up at work,â one from the food delivery service you admittedly use too much offering 10% off your next order, and two from Yoongi. This reminded me of you, the first one says beneath a picture of an ice cream cone on the ground, and another one of him holding a water gun that says send me a picture of my son or else.
You eventually reply back with a picture of your middle finger, Holly nothing but a blurred brown blob in the corner of the frame.
Thatâs how it goes for the better part of a week. Namjoonâs work issue lasts four days. He doesnât offer an explanation and you donât ask for one, you just wait for the all-clear text and try to quiet the nerves once you get it.
Youâve never been nervous to see Namjoon before.
The more popular the podcast became, the more money rolled in. The more money that rolled in, the more you could afford nicer things. That meant going from recording in Namjoonâs living room to a bona fide office space. Third floor, an expanse of windows and natural light, thirty-five minute commute by train.
Today, it feels more like thirty-five seconds.
You can hear Jungkookâs witch cackle from the stairwell, and your mind fills in the blanks of Namjoonâs exasperated sigh. It helps, your brain reminding you that you know these people. You know this is Jungkookâs late gym day, so heâll be in a pair of sweats and a hoodie that drowns his frame. You know that when Namjoon has work issues and feels like an inconvenience, he always shows up with two boxes of baked goods from the bakery near his place, and you know both of them will save the best donut for you.
So you walk in and Jungkookâs in a hoodie and sweats just like you expect him to be, and there are two boxes of baked goods next to the coffee machine. Both of them say hello and wave and, for all intents and purposes, everything is normal.
Except it isnât.
Because Namjoon looks⊠different.
Not in a bad way. Not in a bad way. He almost always dresses nicely, always looks polished and put-together, usually because heâs either going to or coming from campusâfitted shirts, either of the tee or dress variety, and earth-toned cardigans; tailored trousers that are sometimes corduroy; polished loafers. Sometimes, if heâs feeling extra casual, a stark white pair of tennis shoes.
Today, he wears none of those things.
No, today torture comes in the form of form-fitting jeans and a t-shirt a little oversized so he can roll the sleeves. His hair is brushed back off his face instead of parted down the middle. Heâs wearing gold jewelry that glints in the sun. A pair of off-white Converse high-tops. And, much to your horror, heâs also wearing his glasses.
According to the internet, Kim Namjoon is peak husband material, which you can usually ignore, but not when heâs wearing glasses.
You avert your gaze, convinced youâll burst into flames if you stare too long, not to mention Jungkook will notice and thatâs a ribbing youâd rather die than take. So you avert your gaze and pointedly ignore Namjoon, whoâs talking about his work crisis to no one in particular. Something about a co-worker going on an unexpectedly early paternity leave, and Namjoon being asked to cover some of his courses until they could find a more permanent fix.
Jungkook asks a question you donât catch. Because paternity leave means his co-worker and his partner had a baby, presumably via old-fashioned methods, and itâs not a direct mention of sex but itâs close enough to send you into a coughing fit you have to blame on your donut. Neither of them buy it, but Namjoon is a good enough person to look genuinely concerned. Reaches out, probably to slap your back, but the thought of him touching you is just⊠too much.
So he barely gets out an, âAre you oââ before you choke down whateverâs left in your mouth and cut him off with a, âYep, all good!â before youâre scurrying off to the opposite side of the room like a little rat.
It doesnât get any better.
Both of you are so stilted and awkward during recording that Jungkook has to be the voice of reason and call it, suggest trying again tomorrow. Luckily he has enough b-side stuff he can release if need be, Namjoonâs work emergency providing a decent cover, and he sends the two of you home for the afternoon with all the exasperation and incredulity of a disappointed parent.
Thirty-five minutes back home.
Thirty-five minutes to sit in the embarrassment of not being able to do your job. Thirty-five minutes to catastrophize and wonder what youâre going to do if you canât get it together. Namjoon will keep the podcast, of course; youâll be replaced with someone else. Maybe someone less cynical, maybe someone more, but undoubtedly a man. After this mess, you canât imagine Namjoon would want another female co-host.
But as embarrassed as you are, your traitorous brain keeps thinking about Namjoon.
Thirty-five minutes to think about his glasses and his rolled-up sleeves and the way the denim of his jeans contoured perfectly to his thighs. Thirty-five minutes to think about, âPlease let me fuck you,â he begs. Thirty-five minutes to squeeze your thighs together and overanalyze the way he stumbled over his words today; how he could barely make eye contact. Thirty-five minutes to draft a dozen resignation texts and delete them all.
You groan, head thunking against the train window. Youâll take a cold shower as soon as you get home.
Thatâll cure you.
You get home and walk Holly so long he gives up halfway through and you have to carry him back to your apartment. You take a cold shower and actually find it pleasant once the initial shock wears off, so it doesnât work to keep all your rogue Namjoon thoughts at bay. You make a simple dinner and donât think about Namjoon sitting you on the counter and having his way with you. You tuck yourself into bed far too early and consider going back to therapy, because clearly something very, very bad has happened to your psyche.
Needless to say, nothing cures you.
But itâs a new day, and youâre determined to get your shit together. Yesterday was a fluke, because youâre so normal and so capable of being in the same room as Kim Namjoon.
Exceptâyouâre not.
Jungkookâs there when you arrive, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Barely looks up at you to say hello, and barely returns it when you do. You double-check the time, because you can count on two fingers the amount of times youâve shown up and Namjoon wasnât already there, jotting down extensively-detailed notes, circling and highlighting and chasing down Jungkook to ask questions.
âWhereâs Namjoon?â
Jungkook shrugs. âDunno. Not here.â
You roll your eyes. âSuper helpful, thanks.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes right back. âYou donât pay me enough to also be his handler.â
You bite your tongue. Arguing with Jungkook means youâve already lost the war. Not worth it. But it still eases your worries a bit that he doesnât know any more than you do. That Namjoon hadnât only texted him to say why he was running late because he didnât want toâor couldnâtâtalk to you.
So you wait. And you wait and you wait and you wait. Jungkook lets you talk to people on his dating apps and tells you about his new gym routine until your eyes are glazing over. Orders food delivery for the two of you because he gets hungry after an hour and had already eaten what was left of the snacks before you arrived. Cracks a joke that isnât really a joke about calling the police, because Namjoon still hasnât shown up and he hasnât said anything and none of your texts are showing as delivered.
Youâre halfway to hour two when the office door bursts open and Namjoon stumbles through, soaked with sweat and stammering over apologies.
âI am so sorâI broke my phone again so my alarm never went off and then I missed my bus? And apparently theyâre not running the regular bus schedule today so the next one was a half-hour wait, but then IâŠâ
You donât catch the rest, because Namjoon is covered in sweat and breathing heavily and a week ago you couldâve survived this. A week ago you wouldâve cracked a joke and handed him a towel and told him to get to work. A week ago you would not have been paralyzed in your seat, transfixed on the sweat rolling down the side of his neck.
You are fucked beyond belief.
Jungkook elbows you in the ribs, bringing you back to reality. â...even paying attention?â You startle, face warming in embarrassment. Namjoon still isnât looking at you. âThis is so sad to watch,â Jungkook mumbles, and thankfully itâs only loud enough for you to hear. âLike some stupid shit you only see in nature documentaries.â
Well, you canât really argue with that, now can you?
But youâre a professional above all, so you hum an acknowledgment and take your regular seat. Pointedly ignore Jungkook. Wait for Namjoon to assume his position as well, and youâre surprised to see the space in front of him empty. No notes. No script. Thereâs just⊠nothing.
âAre you okay?â you ask, gesturing to the space in front of him when he seems confused. âI donât think Iâve ever seen you without a stack of notes in front of you.â
âI forgot them.â
âDonât think Iâve ever seen you do that, either.â
Your tone is light and airy, not at all accusing or confrontational, but Namjoonâs jaw clenches nonetheless. He scoffs, fires a shitty little, âWere you not paying attention when I was talking about what a horrible fucking morning Iâve had?â at you that makes even Jungkook flinch. A few moments of stunned silence, and then, âOh fuck, Iâm so sorry, that was rudeââ
âYeah, it was,â you agree, and all of a sudden you feel too big for your body. Feel like there are ants beneath your skin, feel like everything is wrong, and you donât want to be here anymore. âItâs fine. Letâs justââ
Namjoon looks like he wants to argue, but he just sighs and says, âIâyeah, okay.â
This is where Namjoon would usually launch into the intro, a dimpled smile already plastered on his face thatâd drop as he discussed another failed first date with that brand of self-deprecation that makes him so endearing. This is where heâd say what have you been up to, Pipe, and youâd try not to groan because how hard could it possibly be to add one more letter, another syllable, but Namjoon seems incapable of it. This is the part that, for three years, has been seamless and easy and instinctual, just two friends having a conversation.
Thereâs a red light on your microphones that indicates youâre recording. Itâs on and it mocks you, because Namjoon is not doing the intro or telling you about a failed date. He doesnât use that cringey nickname. He doesnât say anything at all. His mouth opens and shuts and no words come out. Whatâs worse is that you know exactly why he canât speak, because youâre thinking about it, too.
âSo, uh,â you begin, and Jungkook makes a gagging sound from behind you. âCome here often?â
Namjoon ignores you. âRight, right, the introâŠâ He sucks in a breath. âWelcome back to another episode of Put Him in the Trash, Iâmââ
âJoonââ
âNamjoon, and my co-host here isââ
âJoon, thatâs notââ
âPiper. Wait, why are you looking at me like that?â
âThatâs not the name of our podcast.â
âHuh?â
âYou said Put Him in the Trash.â Namjoon just blinks. âItâs Place Him Gently in the Garbage.â
âIs it? Since when?â
âSince forever?â
He looks at Jungkook, who is hiding behind his hands. âIs she right?â
A beat of silence. âI canât do this,â he half-shouts, half-whines. âAre you two going to be like this forever? Because if you are, Iâm quitting. Iâm so serious. Iâm gonna quit. I canât take it anymore. The two of you are insufferable.â Another beat of silence, before Jungkook stands at full height and lords over you and Namjoon. âForget today. Just go home and try again on Monday. This is soâIâm seriously gonna quit.â
Yoongi comes on Saturday afternoon to pick up Holly.
Yijeong isnât with him, which is almost disappointing. Now that heâs dating again, you were looking forward to seeing just how awkward it could get with the three of you in the same room, but he looks good. Refreshed. The trip clearly did a world of good for him, and you canât even bring yourself to crack a joke at his expense.
He, however, has no such hang-ups. âYou look like shit.â
âWeird way to say thank you.â You click your tongue and look down at Holly. âDo you see how your father treats me? You should bite him.â
âMy son would never. But also, thank you.â He flops onto the sofa. âYou do look like shit, though. You wanna talk about it?â
âNot with you, preferably.â
âOh, gross, is it a dating thing, then?â
âIâno.â You pause. Itâs not a dating thing, but you still feel like youâve got motion sickness whenever you think about it. How would you even begin to explain this to Yoongi, anyway? Someone wrote a porn fic about me and Namjoon. You remember Namjoon, right? Namjoon, that Iâve known and have been friends with since college. Yeah, that Namjoon. Anyway, someone wrote fanfiction about us having sex, and it fucked me up so bad I can no longer be in the same room as him.
No fucking way.
âYou look like youâre holding in a fart.â
âYou know, Iâm getting really sick of you. Did you just come here to insult me?â
He snorts, but his smirk dissipates a few seconds later, a familiar seriousness filling the void. âWeâre okay, right? Was the Yijeong thing too soon?â
âNo,â you answer immediately, leaning over to flick him on the forehead. âWeâre fine, and if youâre happy, then Iâm happy for you.â He still looks doubtful. âYou want me to start singing âI Will Always Love Youâ or something? Itâs just⊠weird work stuff.â
âDepends. Are you singing the Dolly Parton or Whitney version? And real work or podcast work?â
âPodcast work, and obviously the Whitney version.â
Yoongi seems surprised by this, eyebrows disappearing beneath his fringe. âLike, the podcast with Namjoon?â He presses his tongue into the fat of his cheek when you nod your head. âNot gonna lie, I didnât think that was possible.â
âLike I said, itâs weird. It wasnât, like, an argument or anything.â
âHow weird?â
âYouâre so fake, Min Yoongi. You act like youâre so distinguished and above drama, but really youâre just as hungry for gossip as the rest of us.â
He shrugs. âIâm not denying it.â
God help you, youâre going to rip off the band-aid. âSomeone⊠Jesus, this is so embarrassing. Someone⊠wrote? Fanfiction? About us.â
âAbout you and Namjoon?â
âYeah.â
âOh my godââ
âAbout us⊠uh. Having sex? Specifically.â
âOh my godââ
âJungkook found it and thought itâd be funny if we read it for an episode.â
âOh my god?â
âSo we did? And it was really weird, which I expected, because Iâve known Namjoon for a long time, and I never, ever thought about having sex with him because we were together and me and Namjoon are friends, so yeah, it was fucking weird. But now⊠I donât know. I canât stop thinking about it? And now we canât even be in the same room as one another.â Yoongi is a concerning shade of red. âSo our show is gonna get canceled, because we can only release b-side stuff for so long until people realize somethingâs up, and it was Namjoonâs podcast to begin with so obviously Iâll get firedââ
âOh my god, you want to fuck Namjoon.â
Yoongi sounds like a strangled cat when he says this, which does not help the way you feel like youâve been hit square in the face with a frying pan. âNo,â you argue, though it sounds more like a question. You do not want to fuck Namjoon. âNo, no. No. Itâs just because it was weird.â
âDid you forget I dated you for six years? I know what you look like when you want to fuck someone.â
âYouâre telling me you wouldnât be weird if someone wrote fanfiction about you fucking your friend?â
âNot if I didnât actually want to fuck them, no.â
âYouâre a liar. Get your dog and get out of my apartment.â
Yoongi laughs as he stands. Pats you on the back in the most condescending way youâve ever had someone pat you on the back. âLet me know how it goes. No need to give me credit for your moment of horny clarity.â
Min Yoongi is a bastard.
Unfortunately, as you come to find out, heâs also a correct bastard.
You want to fuck Namjoon.
Which is⊠not great, you have to admit, considering he can barely stand to be around you, so you take another cold shower and decide youâre going to take this to your grave. Youâre going to spend the rest of the weekend getting your shit together, and youâre going to show up on Monday and be a consummate professional. Youâre going to look at Namjoon and say, ha ha, isnât it so funny someone thought we would have sex? I donât think about it at all because I am so cool and normal about it.
Youâve got it all planned out. Youâre going to show up fifteen minutes early with your own box of pastries. Youâre going to look nice, if not a little pretentiousâmaybe a nice sweater. Youâre going to be prepared with notes of your own. You might even be nice to the villain of the week so Namjoon doesnât have to pinch the bridge of his nose and sigh at you.
And then someone knocks on your door.
You find Namjoon on the other side, and all your plans immediately go to shit.
Has he always been this tall? You canât remember. You canât remember a lot of things, including how to speak, because Yoongi had launched you into a crisis of epic proportions and now hereâs the source of it, standing right in front of you. With all of his⊠height. And thighs. And that heady, musky cologne he always wears, that you can still smell now even though thereâs an unfortunate amount of distance between you.
âUh, hi.â
You blink. âHi,â you parrot, and itâs a little insulting how one single word seems to have sucked up all of your brainpower. âNamjoon,â you tack on, not awkward at all.
âSorry to just show up,â he says, scratching at the back of his neck. Very bad idea; makes his biceps bulge. You barely swallow your whimper. âItâs justâmy phoneâs still broken, and it felt bad leaving things how we did? So I was hoping we could talk.â
Talk. Namjoon wants to talk to you. Normally: not a problem. Currently: big problem. You manage a nod, open the door wider to let him in, and you donât think about how jarring it is to have Namjoon in your space. You donât think about how your legs feel like jelly all of a sudden, or what itâd be like if Namjoon bent you over the couch, or the kitchen counter, or theâ
You cough. âDo you want anything to drink?â
âOh, sure. Maybe just some water if you have it.â
If you have it. What kind of person doesnât have water? But you tell him to make himself comfortable and get him some anyway, and you mull too long over the size of the glass. Ultimately decide on a smaller one, because if things get unbearably awkward you can excuse yourself to the kitchen to get more.
âI havenât been here in a while,â Namjoon says from the living room, and when you look up heâs sorting through a stack of books near the window. Some heâd lent you months ago, notes jotted in the corners, sticky notes in the shape of sea animals on important pages. âYou ever wind up reading this?â
The Idiot. Namjoon had raved about it when he was in the midst of his 19th century Russian phase, right after heâd read a bunch of Tolstoy and Pushkin. You shake your headâthough, judging from the title, you wonder if someone hadnât written your biography.
âItâs good. If you have the time, you should definitely give it a shot.â
âYeah, of course,â you say, handing over his water. You take a seat in an armchair, pull your knees to your chest. Namjoonâs still looking through your books, isnât looking at you, so it feels safe to say, âYou wanted to talk?â
âYeah.â He moves to sit on the floor, massive thighs spreading until heâs comfortable. Thank god he canât see the look on your face. âI just wanted to make sure weâre alright. Things have felt pretty weird since we filmed the, uh.â He coughs. âThing.â
âRight, yeah.â You realize heâs waiting for an answer, and you offer up a very rushed, âWeâre fine, Joon.â
âAre you sure?â
Yeah, youâre sure: sure you absolutely cannot be having this conversation in the safety and sanctity of your own home. Itâs tainted now, contaminated by all your uncontrolled horny thoughts about the man in front of you. Youâll have to fumigate. Might have to pick up and move, actually, or call an exorcist.
âIâm sure,â you assure him. âThe⊠thing⊠was weird, but itâs fine. Temporary.â
âDo you think we shouldnât have done it?â
Thatâs the million-dollar question, isnât it? Because, in isolation, reading a porn fic about yourselves wasnât a big deal. No one got hurt. Everyone who needed to be consulted was consulted. The episode made the two of you a lot of money, and Jungkook even promised to send some of it to the author, so your bases are beyond covered.
So, should you have done it? There wasnât a good enough reason not to, because the story itself was never the problem.
The problem is staring you right in the face. Itâs sitting on your floor, a book cracked in half at the spine and forgotten in his lap. The problem is looking at you like you hold all the answers to the universeâs secrets, and itâs no small thing to be looked at like that. The problem is that Namjoon is looking at you like that from across the room but youâre wondering what itâd look like from on top of you.
The problem is that youâve co-hosted a podcast with Namjoon for three years, have known him even longer, and youâve just realized today that you want to have sex with him.
And you canât say that, can you, because Namjoon came here to fix things which really does not lend itself to a hookup. Namjoon cares about your friendship and your working relationship so much he came here to try and salvage it, so youâre going to keep your mouth shut. Youâre going to say, âI think itâs okay that we did,â and leave it at that. Because it is okay.
Because youâre the problem.
It feels like a small victory when Namjoon sags in relief. When he exhales and says, âOkay, good, because I think so, too.â
âIt made us a lot of money,â you tack on.
Namjoonâs eyes widen as he laughs. âRight? Like, that was almost too much money. Just to watch us read porn?â
âAbout ourselves. I think that was the selling point.â
He stands. You do, too. âNever thought Iâd be doing that,â he says, returning the book to where it belongs. âDefinitely the most embarrassing thing Iâve done for money.â
âBeing a man with a podcast wasnât embarrassing enough?â
He snorts. Gets closer to the door. âHey now.â Youâre going to survive this. âThanks for entertaining me, by the way. For a second there I was really worried weâd fucked it all up.â
Just the ending. Just one more thing to say and youâll be done with this, and then you can take your third cold shower in recent memory and triple text Yoongi with a full-fledged mental breakdown. Maybe heâll bring Holly back and you can register him as your emotional support animal.
And Namjoon must sense the awkwardness thatâs crept back in, because he tries to cover it with a joke. Says, âHaaa, like youâd actually piss on me, right?â
Except it sounds like heâs got a mouth full of marbles.
Itâs no wonder you mishear him.
Because he says like youâd actually piss on me but you hear like youâd actually kiss me, and there isnât a universe that exists in which the following makes sense: you, stunned into silence in the doorframe, Namjoon saying his goodbyes, you thinking fuck it, last chance and saying, âYeah, Iâd kiss you.â
Namjoon stops dead in his tracks. âWhat?â
Your entire body is on fire. âIs, uh. Is that not what you said?â
âI donât think it matters anymore what I said.â
âIâd argue that it does, for the sake of my digniââ
âYouâd kiss me?â Namjoon⊠doesnât look put off of the idea, which is surely a point in your favor. Interesting to note that his diction is crystal clear, now. Bastard. âYouâd kiss me right now?â
Thereâs also no explanation for the way you say: âItâs only been an option for ten seconds and youâre already begging for it?â
Youâd say thereâs no explanation for the way Namjoonâs jaw clenches, the way he repeats I donât beg for anything, but maybe the simple fact is: the two of you want to fuck each other. And, judging from the way Namjoon crowds your space, keeps dropping his gaze to your mouth, it seems very likely to happen.
All that fixating youâd done on Namjoonâs thighs was wasted, you think, as you take in the shape of his mouth. His lips. The way his tongue darts out to run along the bottom at the last second before he reaches out, tilts your head up, and finally presses his mouth to yours.
And youâve got to laugh, because no piece of written fiction could ever accurately portray what it feels like. How soft his lips are. The way he touches youâgentle, but still dominant enough to have you moving the way he wants, have you backing up into your apartment so he can smile against your mouth as he closes the door behind him.
No piece of fiction would get it right, the way youâre unsteady on your feet, breathless at the way Namjoonâs kissing you. How he only breaks apart long enough to ask where do you want me in that throaty, deep voice of his. How youâre so overwhelmed you canât decide: unsure if you want to waste the time itâd take to get to your bedroom, but if itâs only going to happen once, wanting to make it count.
So you decide to risk it. Plant your hands in the middle of his exceptionally broad chest and push him in the direction of the hallway, and if the two of you canât wait, canât control yourselves, well.
But the story had gotten one thing right: Namjoon does kiss like a branding iron, hot and greedy. Namjoon kisses you like thereâs nothing else he wants to do in this lifetime, and it makes you dizzy. Has you off-kilter, stumbling into the wall as you try to remember where the fuck your bedroom is and why itâs so far. Just like the fictional version of you, you also moan when he licks into your mouth.
âShould I do it the way we did in the fic?â Namjoon asks as the two of you cross the threshold into your bedroom, a cheeky grin on his face. âDo it like this?â he questions, pushing you gently until youâre on the back in the middle of your bed, chest heaving as you lift your head to look at him.
Namjoon is so, so big from where you lay, just hovering at the foot of your bed. Cheeks ruddy, bulge prominent. âWhatâd you say you wanted?â
Takes a second to remember how to breathe, let alone what youâd read. What do you want, Namjoon had asked, right before heâd sank to his knees in front of you. âWhatever youâre willing to give,â you answer.
Namjoon smiles. Puts one knee on the bed, and the way it dips beneath his weight is unsettling. Why does he have to be so fucking large. âThatâs right, baby.â Christ, you think, because thereâs another thing that fic had gotten right. No one on earth would be immune to Namjoon calling them baby in that tone of voice.
The riposte biting at the back of your teeth gets swallowed whole as Namjoon grabs your ankles and drags you to the edge of the bed. âMay I?â he asks, hands poised above the waistline of your leggings. You nod, and Namjoon drags down your underwear with them. âFuck, look at you,â he groans, awe creeping into the edge of his words.
âYou want me to do it the same way? Hm? Youâre being awfully quiet; thought you were giving me shit about being the one in charge,â he chides.
Because youâre short-circuiting. Namjoonâs on his knees, just like youâd envisioned, and his mouth is dangerously close to your cunt. How can you be expected to think and speak under these conditions? But if Namjoon can find the brainpower to be a bastard, so can you, because what youâd read and the way heâd reacted can both never be forgotten. So you thread your hands into his hair and pull. The resulting moan is enough to sustain you for years.
âAre you gonna keep running your mouth, or are you gonna make me come on it?â
He blinks. âJesus Christ.â
Thereâs precedent. Fictional Namjoon ate you out like a man starved, like he couldnât get enough. Had fictional you writhing and insatiable, so itâs a lot to live up to, but it doesnât deter him in the slightest. He hesitates for only a second, giving you one last chance to back out before the two of you set every last boundary on fire, and then heâs settling between your thighs and making you see stars.
Now you know what itâs like. Now you donât have to rely on fiction, and it doesnât matter because itâd never compare to the way Namjoon feels as he works to bring you to your ruin. The way he flattens his tongue to lick long, thick stripes; the way his lips suction around your clit. The way it feels when he groans against your core. The way he says, âFuck, you do taste good,â like thatâs a completely normal thing to say. Like he doesnât know exactly what heâs doing to you.
But you need more and Namjoon knows it. His mouth doesnât leave your cunt for a second, but his fingers find your mouth, so you put on a show. Wrap your lips around them, suck on them the way heâs doing to you, make sure theyâre slick. Namjoon groans again, doubles his efforts. Slides one thick finger inside of you and barely lets you adjust before heâs adding a second.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, Namjoon has you unraveling. Presses incessantly on a spot that has your vision whiting out. Has you trembling, a little panicked as you say, âJoon, fuckâNamjoon, waitââ as it builds and builds and builds.
You might black out for a second, because you come to and Namjoon looks⊠stunned. He looks like he canât believe any of what just happened, and you blink a few times, try to come back into your body, and when you regain enough consciousness, youâre extremely aware of the large wet patch beneath you.
âUmââ
âHoly shit.â
âNamjoon, thatâs notâthatâs embarrassingâcan you grab aââ
He shuts you up with a kiss. Presses the taste of you into your skin, and all those silly protests die in your throat, because if Namjoon was needy before, heâs desperate now. Covers your body with his own, hips dipping down low enough to press his erection into the juncture of your thigh, and the weight of him is delicious. Has you fisting the fabric of his t-shirt to pull him closer, has you pulling it over his head, his pants following. Has your hands skimming down every thick part of his body until you reach his cock, hard and aching and slick with pre-cum.
âI need to suck you off later,â you say, done with overthinking. Time to just be honest, and Kim Namjoon has a dick you need to feel down your throat. âRemind me.â
He whines, thrusts into your hand a little harder. âHow could I forget that?â
âDonât know. Didnât know if this would be the only time,â you answer. âDid you bring a condom?â Namjoon nods, fetches one from his wallet and rolls it on.
He hovers above you again. Looks nervous, all of a sudden, like he canât tell his lefts from his rights. All out of sorts. Youâre about to tell him itâs fine, you donât have to do anything he doesnât want to, donât have to do anything at all, when he says, âIt doesnât have to be.â You just stare. âThe only time.â
Thereâs a conversation to be had. You know that. Both of you clearly have feelings you need to talk about and sort out, but you reckon they can wait. Theyâll still be there in the afterglow, in the morning. So you nod, say okay, Joon, and kiss away the insecurities that still linger.
You think about the fic. Think maybe Namjoon would appreciate it if you cracked a stupid joke, just like heâd tried to do earlier. âHas anyone ever called your cock stupid?â
He laughs, breath fanning against your skin. âNo. Wanna try it and see what happens?â
Might as well. You try to remember the exaggerated tone of voice youâd used. Repeat the lineââDo you even know what to do with that big, stupid cock?ââand wait.
Thereâs a beat of silence, and thenâ
Namjoon swallows thickly. âI, um. Unfortunately, I think that really works for me.â You laugh. Pull him closer. Wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move against you. Has jokes of his own. âPlease. Please let me fuck you.â
You roll your eyes, laugh tapering into a giggle. âDo you know how?â Namjoon nods, looking all too much like a puppy eager to please its owner. âDo you promise?â He nods again. âOkay. Okay, come here.â
You expect him to move fast; expect the first time to be frenzied and a little awkward. It isnât. Namjoon lines himself up and pushes the smallest bit inside, and then heâs leaning down to kiss you. Threads your fingers together, squeezes your hand. Pushes further inside and mumbles praise just beneath your ear.
Itâs dizzying, the amount of care Namjoon handles you with. How soft he is. Does nothing to ease the discomfort of the stretch, the overwhelming fullness, but he talks you through it. Tells you how good you feel, how beautiful you look. Spills a lot of words youâd probably be embarrassed to hear and heâd be embarrassed to say if this was any other time, but in the heat of the moment it all just works to unravel you faster.
He bottoms out. âOkay?â he asks, and youâre rewarded with a dimpled smile when you say you are. Namjoon is a devastating kind of beautiful.
But, as he gives you time to adjust and you give him the all-clear, he also fucks like a demon. What once was hand-holding is now your wrists pinned to the bed, your body caged beneath him as he rolls his hips at a pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head. Youâve been deceived. Lured into a false sense of security.
Itâs almost a shame this isnât being recorded, because you want to memorize all the sounds Namjoonâs making. Want to hear them for the rest of your life. Donât want anyone else to be the reason he sounds like this, and as he ups his pace and presses his lips to your neck, you donât want to sound like this because of anyone else, either.
Maybe one of those times in the future, you can talk him into it.
Namjoon reaches down, rubs circles into your clit. Every time you think you might be close, he pulls his hand away, smiles like the devil. You let him have his fun for a while, let him think youâre keen to lie back and take it, and then you tighten your legs around his waist and flip him onto his back.
He doesnât think itâs very funny. Looks up at you all bewildered. âWhatâre youââ
âYou were taking too long,â you snark. âFigured Iâd take matters into my own hands.â
âYeah? Shit,â he says as you begin to move. âFuck, baby, like that. Ride me just like that.â
You do. Donât change a thing, because Namjoonâs cock is long and thick enough to hit exactly where you need it to. You can feel yourself clenching, feel yourself getting wetter, and the sight of Namjoon beneath you does nothing to stave off the inevitable. He looks even better than youâd imagined: skin flushed, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, sweat-slick. You want to make him cry. Want to give him the entire world. You will.
Namjoon thrusts at the same time you roll your hips, and thatâs what does it. Has you crying out, has stars flashing behind your eyelids. Has you saying fuck, fuck, fuck as he drives you over the edge for the second time. Has you on the brink of oversensitive as he thrusts a few more times to chase his own end, almost delirious at the way Namjoon moans as he spills into the condom.
Has you swooning, just a bit, at the dopey way Namjoon smiles at you, eyes half-lidded and crinkled at the corners.
âWas that okay?â
You snort. âYeah, Iâd say it was decent.â
âMaybe next time you could pee on me,â he jokes.
You whack him on the chest. âSure. Or we could record it.â
Has you a little shocked at the way his cock twitches inside of you at the mention of it.
On Monday, you donât wear a pretentious sweater.
When you stroll in, Jungkookâs already got the best donut shoved halfway into his mouth because heâs a shithead. He eyes you warily, probably hoping with all his hope that you spent the weekend finding God and getting your shit together.
And then he realizes youâve got on Namjoonâs hoodie and he nearly chokes to death.
âWhat the fuck are you wearingââ
Namjoon appears at that very moment, and itâs so hard not to take credit for the way heâs glowing, the dazed smile on his face. But Jungkook notices, because Jungkook notices everything, and his gaze darts between the two of you: your hoodie, Namjoonâs face, your face. He opens his mouth, something inappropriate bound to spill out, but Namjoon beats him to the punch. âReady?â he asks you, and you nod.
Itâs seamless.
No hiccups, no awkward stuttering. Namjoon gets through the intro without a hitch, and it feels exactly like it used to. Just two friends having a conversation. Itâs obvious Jungkook still wants to say something, but after suffering through last week, he stays quiet lest he makes it worse and sends the two of you back to the bad place.
âHow was your weekend, Pipe? Do anything fun?â Namjoon rolls his lips, tries not to laugh.
So you play along. âNo, not really, just some dog sitting. How about you?â
âOh, you know me. Had another first date on Saturday.â
âDid you? Howâd it go?â
âPerfect.â
Itâs a blessing Jungkook isnât filming this, because your eyebrows raise so far they nearly disappear from your face altogether. There isnât even a hint of hesitation in Namjoonâs voice, and although you wouldâve described it the same way, hearing him say it with such conviction has you a little stunned. âWow. You gonna see her again?â
âYeah,â Namjoon says, sharing a private smile with you. âI think I am.â
who the FUCK is namjoon dating
Posted by u/pod-shipper 7 minutes ago
This has honestly ruined my entire day. I thought all the stories he told about dating were a bit⊠Like, what kind of guy has a podcast about relationships but canât seem to be in one? But you could just HEAR it in his voice how much he likes this woman he went on a date with over the weekend and Iâm sick to my stomach. (+2195)
âł bro you and me both đ i genuinely thought him and piper had something going on fr (+1302)
âł Seriously might stop listening because of this! Any woman with self-respect would never let their partner host a podcast with someone theyâre obviously in love with. If he gets serious with this woman, Piper will be gone within 6 months, mark my words. (+927)
âł I wouldnât worry about it too much! My cousin works at a really nice restaurant in the same city Namjoon lives in, and she said she saw this âdateâ on Saturday and that it wasnât anything serious. (+788)
âł Piper got a cat and Namjoon finally got a second date. Face it, itâs over. (+325)
âł cannot believe him and piper arenât dating.. do you think i should delete all my tiktok edits? (+4)
âł this is unhinged lmfao i thought yâall hated piper? youâre in here bitching abt her being a âmisandristâ every week and now ur gonna stop listening bc namjoon isnât dating her? pick a lane and stay in it (-64)
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Wanbelyn Masterlist
neurosurgeon!hongjoong Ă nurse!reader
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Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 2
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3
âAm I that hopeless?â
âWhat?â your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. âI donât know what youâre getting at, sweetie-â
You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldnât buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.
However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.
âI just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-â
âDo you really think Iâd end up alone?!â
âI donât understand-â
âYou literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!â you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You werenât exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you werenât really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.
That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.
Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, âYouâre welcome?â
âIâm not thanking you-â
Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you werenât fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didnât even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room. He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didnât even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.
The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.
Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldnât convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.
Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.
 âShall we begin?â Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector.Â
Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions âsuggestedâ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.
You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.
âIâm so tired. Itâs like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,â she lamented, her head resting on her desk. âIf only the pay isnât so greaaaat. â
You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-
Speaking ofâŠthis wasnât your tumbler.Â
The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasnât yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didnât have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.
Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.
Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.
Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.
And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.
âDonât drink that!â
Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.
Oh heavens, no.
He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, werenât sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!
Their eyes were focused on you. You couldnât even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.
âMay we help you, Ms. Y/N?â Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which wasâŠunusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This⊠was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.
âT-thatâs my drink,â you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseokâs. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.
âWe apologize, little one,â Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. âYours looked like hyungâs.â
Little one???
 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. âYours undeniably taste better, though.â
Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. âYou looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?â
Was thatâŠan invitation?!
You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. âHi! What year were you born?â
â199x-,â you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.
âYouâre older than me!â he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. âThen youâre my noona! I can call you ânoonaâ, right? Come on, take a seat here!â
He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.
This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.
You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldnât deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadnât spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.
âI apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-â
His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. âIâve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. Itâs absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-â he lifted the empty tumbler, â-is, I presume, a juice.â
Confusion further painted on your face, âYou knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-â
He shrugged his broad shoulders, âItâsâŠaddicting.â
âO-okay, then Iâll just leave yours here-â
âTell me, my love. Do you like your job?â
Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!
âI-â
âBecause thereâs an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-â
âBut hyung, you already have one-â
âShut up, Taehyung,â he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didnât berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.
âIâm just gonna go,â you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.
âWhere are you going!â
âI-I have to finish the report this week, right?â
Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, âI am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!â
You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.
âSo, they drank it?â
âAre you even listening to me?!â you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. âI just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!â
You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, âI thought you didnât believe love potions?â
âI-I didnât! You didnât see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!â
âWell, honey, how did they act?â
âKindly! And itâs so weird!â
She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. âHoly shit. Itâs definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-â
âFocus! Is there an antidote or anything?â
âIâm not sure. Iâll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. Iâll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?â
âWhat do you mean?!â
âUhm. She said itâs very potent? I thought she was kidding. Weâll observe them tomorrow, okay? Iâll fix this.â
You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.
Your phone didnât stop ringing last night. You didnât know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).
You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldnât stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didnât choose the sit next to Seokjin.
You wished to God that your phone wasnât blowing up now, but it certainly was.
Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!
You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.
Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!
Jiminie: Thatâs so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.
Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.
V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.
Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.
At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?
You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.
WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!
Joonie: Great! Iâd like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Suga: Youâre all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.
Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?
And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldnât come through.
You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.
A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him
âFancy running to you here!â Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didnât wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ârunâ to you.
You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didnât even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!
âYou-Youâre hereâŠâ you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. âWhy?â
Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you werenât stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. âI wanted to see you.â
âYouâre soâŠhonest.â
He didnât even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didnât displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you werenât in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!
The other boys werenât fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldnât leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.
âI surmised that you wouldnât believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?â
You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.
âNow,â he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. âNow I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.â
What pain?!
Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.
âDaepyonim Kim-â
âJust stay like this for a while. I didnât get to sleep, my love,â he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didnât know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.
You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldnât spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.
You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You werenât 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.
For heavenâs sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs werenât affected?
It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didnât even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.
âGood morning, beautiful!â
âDaepyonim Park,â you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.
âJust Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?â
You nodded, âHe didâŠâ
He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didnât know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.
âHeâs so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our carsâ gas tank at two in the morning?â he asked in a conversational manner as though it didnât faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.
God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.
âHe did what?!â
He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.
âWhat Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,â he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. âI miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I donât see you.â
Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.
Maybe the âlove potionâ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.
You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.
You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.
Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.
âIâll give you a ride, noona. Come on,â he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didnât want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.
You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.
âBut youâre going to be late. Iâm going there, too, so itâs no bother if thatâs what youâre thinking-â
âNo itâs just⊠I like to walk during the morningsâŠreally.â
He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, âDidnât you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?â
âWhat memo?â
He was typing rapidly on his phone, âAbout how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this monthâŠdidnât you know?â he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.
âI donât think thatâs legal, though. I havenât received the memo-â
You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!
You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. âShall we? I promise I donât bite.â Yet.
He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didnât want to put your arms around him. You technically didnât know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.
So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.
He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldnât he too?
Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldnât help but mirror your smile.
âItâs even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.â
You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you werenât aware that he drank the potion. âThe golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?â
He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, âOf course, I do. Iâm only human. I was trained when I was only thirteenâŠit gets too much sometimes. But itâs okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. Thatâs why I cannot get mad at Tae.â
âHe didnât just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?â he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. âAhh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.â
âYou do?â
He nodded eagerly, âI would have done the same thing if only he didnât do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?â
It was an eventful morning, and you werenât foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!
You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the companyâs cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoonâs departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasnât in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.
The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight â the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.
He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.
âI got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still donât know what your favorites are, but weâll figure it out as we go, right?â he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. âAlways eat on time, little one. Itâs bad to skip meals.â
âW-why did you cook all these?â
He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. âWell, my love, I couldnât sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you werenât eating enough.â
âYou donât have to do that-â
âSo from now on, I decided that Iâll always cook for you,â he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.
How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.
You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. âDonât mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?â
It wasnât okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenlyâŠ
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If they werenât going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.
The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!
You were just a girl.
And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldnât get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOsâ email to you.
Hi, my little one,
I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.
Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.
Best regards,
CEO Min Yoongi
He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.
He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldnât act like you were no longer affected by any of it.
And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.
âDaepyonim Min-â
He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. âYouâre beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. Youâre beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; youâre beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; youâre beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why Iâm giving you Samsung stocks.â
Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.
âI-I really donât need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim MinâŠâ
He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. âCall me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,â he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.
âAlso, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that youâre just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldnât breathe with the mere thought of you going without.â
âExcuse me?â
And with a stoic face, he said, âCongratulations, little one. Youâre now a millionaire."
At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.
Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more strikingâŠand manly in your eyes.
The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadnât seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.
The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.
âDaepyonim Kim,â you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.
âLeaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.
You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. âI... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. Iâm about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.
A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. âI missed you,â he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. âA lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.â
You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldnât let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldnât say no when he told you that he would take you home.
But he didnât exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOsâ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didnât even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.
The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.
He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, âI have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.â
You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. âAre the others here, too?â
He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldnât feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.
âI shipped them off to Antartica.â
âYou what?!â
âI simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?â
My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.
On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you werenât the first to experience this.
It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.
Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?
There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.
The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.
The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friendâs words echoed in your mind.
âProlonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.â
You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.
âS-sir, are you okay?â
His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.
âThey may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.â
âHoseok? Can you hear me? Iâll call for help, okay?â you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.
You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.
âDonât leave me.â
âHowever, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.â
You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasnât fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEOâs lap.
âI did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,â he started as he petted your spoiled cat. âAs his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.â
You didnât pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didnât happen.
âHoseok, listenâŠthe reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didnât even notice before this, was because-â
âBecause of that drink, right?â he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.
âY-you knowâŠâ
He nodded before tilting his head, âI do. Itâs weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.â
âI didnât mean for any of these to happen-â
The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. âRegardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.â
âH-how?â
âYouâre going to live with us until all of this fades. Youâre going to take responsibility over us, my love.â
Part 2
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WC: 910
Pairing: Yunho X reader
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âCan I have three powdered donuts, please?â She asked sweetly, the worker almost beaming at the sweet face ready to serve her quickly.Â
âRight away miss.â He bowed, rushing to put together the order.
The quaint shop was seemingly empty, but she couldnât help but notice how homey the decor was, warm tones with odd accents here and there to make the place more inviting, magazines and books littering some of the tables making it look lived in. She found herself quite comfortable in the shop, that was until she heard the bell chime behind her, the clerk parking up to see the new customer while she idly avoided turning to face the newcomer.
âCan I help you sir?âThe older male asked sweetly.
âJust give me her bill please.â The deep voice rumbled behind her, his body coming up to almost pressing against her before he spoke again. âCan you not run off like that again?â
âCan you stop letting women flirt with you?â She snarked still not turning to face the man, instead setting her eyes on scanning the variety of candy for sale in the small shop.
âHere you go, miss.â The clerk smiled, bringing her the box of sweets and taking her partnerâs card to ring up the bill.
âShe wasnât flirting!â Yunho protested, earning an eyeroll from his girlfriend who turned on her heel to face him, slipping a hand into his pocket to grab the spare cash before heading over to the tip jar.
âHere sir, have a wonderful day.â She yet again offered a sweet smile as she dropped the large wad of money into the tip jar and grabbed the card after the transaction was completed. She turned to her lover who was watching her with a shocked face before yet again turning on her hell, only this time heading to the car instead.
âYou sure do have your hands full with that one.â The clerk commented as he came to stand near Yunho to hand him back the large sum of money.
âKeep it, she knows a safe place when she sees one. She wouldnât have left that money if she didnât see value in your shop.â Yunho sighed, making a mental note of the shopâs name so he knew where to check next time she ran off.
âA sweet face and fierce personality is a dangerous combination.â the clerk said, placing a wrinkled hand onto Yunhoâs shoulder with a wry smile.
âYea.. Wish me luck.â Yunho said with an airy chuckle at the end before walking to his car quickly to not leave his lover waiting. Heading to his sleak black car he climbed into the driver side, instead of starting the car though he looked over at her with exasperated eyes.Â
She was eating a donut while scrolling through her phone, not bothering to clean up the sprinkled powdered sugar all over the seat of the car.Â
âCan we talk about this please?â He sighed, watching her sip on her drink she had gotten on their date to wash down the donut.Â
âShe was flirting with you.â
âNo she wasnât.â
âShe literally touched your hair.â
âI had food in it because SOMEONE threw a piece of bread at me.â
âShe literally called me immature.â
âWell youâre acting like it right now love.â
âShe bad mouthed your girlfriend and youâre agreeing with her?â
âYou didnât even give me a chance to say anything before you took off.â
âYou smiled at the comment.â
âSarcastically. I was about to ask for a new waiter, can you calm down and stop stress eating now. I know youâre feeling bad and that you think youâre overreacting, youâre not, your feelings are valid and how you handle those feelings is valid as well. Iâm not upset, I just wanted you to hear what actually happened before you got too hurt by your own mind. I love you and everything about you, even how jealous you get.â
âSo I dirtied your car up for nothing.â She said quietly looking up at him with watery eyes as guilt hit her. She had purposefully gone out of her way to break his no eating in his car rule, to try and upset him. Only for him to be the perfect boyfriend he always is.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked confusedly, tilting his head slightly, almost resembling a puppy.
âYou donât like people eating in your car, thatâs why I got the messy donuts to get you as upset as I was. Itâs petty and ridiculous. I'm sorry. Iâll clean it the second we get home.â She rushed out an explanation, hurrying to put away the trash.
âNow hold on.â He said almost sounding offended as he stared at her incredulously. She froze in her actions before looking at him wide eyed. âThat rule never applied to you, and it never will. And when we get home, youâre going to sit your pretty butt right there and I will carry you inside, we will have a nice warm bath and Iâll do your skin care and your night routine with you, then we will snuggled up in our warm bed and handle the mess tomorrow first thing in the morning. Let me show you how much I love my princess.â He grinned, starting the car and quickly taking off before she had the chance to protest.Â
Heâd give her the princess treatment whether she wanted it or not.
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Summary: Just as you get back on your feet after a nasty breakup, you see your ex out in public with his new girlfriend. What will you do to avoid an awkward encounter?
Pairing: Jongho x fem!reader
Tropes: strangers to lovers, fake dating au,Â
Genre: fluff, angst
Rating: PG
Warnings: mentions of breakups, mentions of cheating, language, a brief moment of nudity (for changing), kissingÂ
Word Count: 5,496
Note: for @cultofdionysusnet Mocha Madness event! Thank you to @anyamaris and @sanjoongie for beta reading this and listening to my panic!! This has been a WIP for over 2 years now so FINALLY it's released!
Before You Interact
Prompt: You sit at the table with a random boy you see sitting at a cafe or something alone and say, âKiss me,â and he replies, âHi, nice to meet you too. My name is ___,â and then you explain that your ex is right there with the side piece he cheated on you with and this boy agrees âcause you to seem really serious about this. Ex approaches and starts questioning you, but somehow, this random guy gets him off your back. You start hanging out, faking a relationship in front of your ex whenever you see him, but the actual feelings develop. - given by @jaehunnyy
You had finally gotten back to going out after your ex left you. It had been a few months, but it took a while to get back in the swing of things with how that breakup went. You had gone to your boyfriendâs apartment to surprise him and found another girl in his lap kissing him. He was so shameless about it, too. He tried to introduce you to her and have you be friends. You push the memory out of your head as you walk down the sidewalk, itâs a beautiful day, and you were going to take advantage of it. You were walking along one of your townâs major routes lined with little cafes, restaurants, and stores. You enjoy the spring breeze and sunshine on your skin, breathing in the sweet smell of blooming flowers. You finally felt ready to face the world head-on and return to a routine. Thatâs when you saw them: your ex and his new girlfriend. You feel your heart race and suddenly sit in front of a random young man in one of the cafeâs outdoor seating areas.
âKiss me.â you tell him.
âHi, itâs nice to meet you too! My name is Jongho.â he says with a sarcastic smile.
You sigh, âPlease, my ex is walking this way. Heâs with his new girlfriend, the side piece he cheated on me with. I donât want to deal with the confrontation. Iâll pay for your food. Please kiss me, and Iâll do anything to make it up to you.â
He gives you a confused look at first, then leans forward, inches from your lips, âThat all depends on how good of a kisser you are.â he whispers.
Suddenly, his lips are on yours, and you nearly melt onto the cement beneath you. You had no idea what to expect from him, so when you feel his soft, pillowy lips against yours, you canât help but lose your breath. His right hand holds your face gently. Theyâre slightly calloused but not enough to annoy you. When you pull back, you hear your name called by the last person you want to hear say it.
âJust follow my lead,â you whisper to Jongho, âHi, Wooyoung!â you fake a smile, âHow have you been?â
âPretty good. Itâs been a few months now, hasnât it?â
âMhm.â you reply with a tight-lipped smile, âOh, this is Jongho, my boyfriend.â
He holds one of your hands across the table, seeing as how you introduced him. His other hand reached out to shake Wooyoungâs hand. Then, releasing his new girlfriendâs hand, he shakes hands with who he assumes is your new boyfriend.
âItâs nice to meet you. This is my girlfriend, Miyeon.â he smiles brightly, looking back at her.
âItâs nice to meet you.â she sweetly greets you, âWooyoung has told me a lot about you.â
You cannot help but feel slightly attacked by how she makes her latter comment. She knew much more about you than she would admit in front of your âboyfriendâ. She had been a side piece for six months before you found out. She was lying through her teeth, and she and Wooyoung knew it. You subconsciously squeeze Jonghoâs hand, and he immediately notices your slight discomfort. He squeezes your hand back, and only then do you notice that youâre squeezing his. He gives you a reassuring smile, and you suddenly feel comfortable with him, as if youâve known each other for years.Â
âI hate to cut this short, but weâre in the middle of a date here.â Jongho smiles fakely.
Wooyoung looks taken aback a bit but smiles back, fakely, âSorry, how about a double date sometime though? You comfortable with that, Miyeon?â she smiles and nods at him, âYou too?â he questions you.Â
When you donât respond, Jongho tries to gain your attention, âSweetheart, you okay?â
âY-yeah.â you stutter, âSounds lovely. When were you thinking?â
âWe were going to have an at-home date later this week. You two want to crash that?â
âYou okay with that, baby?â Jongho questions you this time, and you nearly melt hearing his low voice calling you that.
âYeah, same address?â
âSame address. Iâll text you the details. You have the same number, right?â Wooyoung confirms, with Miyeon clung to his arm much tighter than before.
âSame number⊠Iâll just have to unblock you first.â you say with a subtle bite.
âSee you later then.â he smiles awkwardly.
The moment they walk far enough away, you let go of a breath you didnât know you were holding. Then, hearing Jongho call your name throws you off. You look back at him and see his worried look. His thumb runs over the back of your hand across your knuckles, letting you take your time to process what just happened. Then, when you fully come back to your senses, you nearly panic.
âOh my god, Jongho, Iâm so sorry! I was just trying to get him to leave me alone, but now you got dragged into another thing with me, a complete stranger.â you ramble.
âHey hey hey, itâs okay, letâs just take this time now to get to know each other, and then I donât mind being your fake boyfriend around them. You seem fun.â he smiles softly.
âWhatâs in it for you?â you ask skeptically.
âI could use some excitement in my life.â He shrugs, âMy friend has been trying to get me to go on blind dates nonstop for like a month, too.â
You end up agreeing to his deal. You two stay there and get to know each other for a few hours. You find out heâs currently in university, majoring in early childhood education and minoring in music. He also works part-time at the little hole-in-the-wall book store downtown when he doesnât have classes. As you continue to talk, you forget about the passing of time. Youâre genuinely having a good time with him. It isnât until a random storm comes rolling that you process how long youâve been sitting at the cafe. You sit there in shock for a few seconds, just looking at each other until the rain gets heavier. You have a silent conversation then, running into the building, you find yourself at the front counter.
âOh, let me pay for your food and coffee. I owe you at least that.â you offer.
He smiles at you, and you nearly melt with his gorgeous looks. You knew he was attractive when you sat down in front of him for the first time (you lucked out there), but now, seeing him with a bright smile and hair wet from the rain, your breath gets stolen from your lungs. Your mind returns to just how nice his kiss felt. You canât help but wish you could feel it again. Of course, it likely wonât happen again, but you can dream.
âDonât worry about it. I enjoyed spending time with you.â he smiles softly.
âJongho, I roped you in pretending to be my boyfriend, lying to my ex and his new girlfriend, and kissing a stranger-â
He interrupted you, âAnd I donât mind paying for my food. You made up for all that and more by spending time with me.â
You huff, slightly annoyed he wouldnât let you at least pay for the items as an apology. He chuckles at your reaction before walking to the counter to pay. While you wait, you notice how the rain only got heavier. You had walked here. There was no way it would ease up anytime soon. You seemed to be stuck here for a while now. Finally, youâre dragged out of your thoughts when someone nudges you. Looking over, you see Jongho. He looks at you, out the door at the rain, and back to you again.
âDo you live far away?â
âNo, but I walked here, and it takes about 20 minutes to walk here on a light foot traffic day.â
âDo you want to stay at mine for a little bit?â he offers.
âWhat?â
âJust until the rain stops. I can drive you home after, too. I just live down the street.â
You think for a minute, just looking at him, âHow do I know youâre not a creep or murderer?â you say, teasing slightly.
He just chuckles and comments how you were the one who kissed him first. Ultimately, you end up nodding, accepting his offer. You both look outside at the rain and then at each other. There were no words exchanged between you, but somehow you both knew. He took your hand and pulled you out of the cafe into the heavy rain outside. You donât stop to think or let go of his hand. If anything, youâre enjoying the spontaneity of it all. You feel relatively safe with him despite only meeting a few hours ago. The rain beats down on your skin, and your hair sticks to your body, but you couldnât care less. Before you realize it, youâre being pulled into an apartment complex. Running inside and upstairs, you laugh in the hallway, dripping wet.
âOh? Whoâs this Jongho?â You hear an elderly womanâs voice.
âHello, Mrs. Kang, just a guest.â He says offhandedly, smiling at her.
She lets out a slight hum, noticing how Jongho is fumbling with his keys, âJust keep it down.â She teases.
âMrs. Kang,â he awkwardly chuckles, âitâs not like that. Iâm just being kind and letting her stay out of the rain until it settles down.â
The older woman hums as if to suggest something else. Jongho shakes his head, looking down at his feet. Unlocking his front door, he allows you to walk in before him. You feel homey and comfortable in the atmosphere when you step in. The second thing you note is that a large Saint Bernard is fast asleep on the couch. You donât dare take another step in due to how soaking wet you still are. Jongho steps in just behind you, pulling the door shut. He softly chuckles, seeing the dog and how he snores, still deep in sleep.
âBear,â he calls sweetly.
The dog slowly blinks awake, its tail flopping loudly and happily against the cushion. It stands up on the couch and stretches before hopping down and trotting over to you both. The dog takes his time but sits down directly on Jonghoâs feet when he gets to where you are.
âHi, boy, you do okay with this rain?â he asks the large canine, petting him, âThis is Bear. I know not everyone is a dog fan, but heâs a sweet baby who just wants love.â he explains to you.
You nod and let the large dog sniff your hand and get to know you. Almost immediately, he lowers his head as if asking to be petted. You hear Jongho hum again a split second later, almost in surprise.
âHeâs normally timid. Iâm surprised heâs already letting you pet him.â he explains, âOh, um, do you want something else to wear? Iâm sure soaking wet clothing canât be comfortable.â
âI donât want to impose.â You shyly respond.
He shakes his head at you, âItâs no big deal. Come with me. Iâll show you where the bathroom is and get something for you to wear instead.â
You nod, accepting his kind gesture. He motions for you to follow him down the hallway. Bear following not far behind him, happily trotting. You take note of the various pictures hanging on the wall. One, in particular, catches your eye: a group of guys around your age. All of them are smiling brightly, sitting in an outdoor seeing area. You quickly pick out the man, slowly becoming less of a stranger. The others, though, you make a mental note to ask about later.
âBathroomâs right there,â his deep voice pulls you from your thoughts, âIâll be right back with some clothes. I hope you donât mind me giving you some of mine. I donât have anything else.â
âT-thatâs fine,â you offer with a slight smile, âIâll need to get used to it eventually if Wooyoung keeps insisting that we do double dates with him.â you add as he starts walking further down the hall.
âYou think heâll do that?â he calls back.
âI dated him for three years. He likes double or group dates much better than one-on-one dates.â
You hear his footsteps grow closer again (and Bearâs nails clicking against the hardwood with him), and not much longer, heâs standing right in front of you. His wet, tussled hair makes you gulp and finally process just how stunning the man in front of you is. Then, you just look at him for a few moments, neither of you saying a thing.
âUm, I put a pair of boxers in there, just in case you wanted something under the sweats.â he notes, avoiding eye contact, âYou donât have to take them. Just leave them in here. I can wash your rained-on clothes, though. It would be rude of me not to offer that.â
âOh, thank you.â you respond, an awkward chuckle raising your tone.
You close the door, clothes, and towel in hand. At the bottom, there lay the aforementioned black sweatpants and boxers; on the top was an oversized graphic t-shirt. You smile contently without realizing it. It was a kind gesture for him to offer you clothing. For him to provide clothes that you would be comfortable in was even more caring. Perhaps fake dating this man wouldnât be the worst thing in the world.
As you slowly peel off your sopping-wet clothing, your mind wanders. At first, it was just about how things between you and Wooyoung went and what you wanted to do differently about the entire encounter. Then, your brain wholly shifted tracks. Jongho was at the forefront of your mind about making up this elaborate scheme to convince your ex and his girlfriend. He vaguely mentioned stopping his friend from trying to get him to go on blind dates, too. That could add a whole new layer of complexity. When you step back and actually think about it, it sounds a little insane. You just kissed a man you didnât even know, and now heâs pretending to be your boyfriend willingly. Your mind continues wandering down that path as you dry off your body and hair with the towel he provided you.
Then you freeze, looking over at the pile of clothing, and see the boxers he had referenced. Now, the internal debate starts. It would be weird to wear his boxers for multiple reasons, but at the same time, wearing his sweatpants without them would also be weird in various ways. In this case, you had to decide which was the lesser of the two evils. After a few minutes of standing there, fully nude, in a strangerâs bathroom, you finally decided to wear and deal with the item. After fully dressing, you look at yourself in the mirror momentarily. Itâs odd; you havenât worn anyone elseâs clothing since your breakup with Wooyoung. Your hair is still damp from the rain; a towel can only do so much. You lack a bra, but at the moment, you couldnât really be bothered with that. The shirt he gave you was large enough to conceal everything for the most part. Just as you open the door, you find Jongho standing directly before you, also now in dry clothing. Of course, Bear was by his side, happily panting and wanting attention.
âOh, sorry,â he speaks choppily, âyou were just in there for a little while. I wanted to make sure you were okay.â
You smile gently, âYeah, Iâm good. Where do you want me to put the wet clothes?â
âFollow me. You can give me the clothes. Iâll put them in the washer for you.â he offers.
You hand him the pile of clothes you had just picked up and follow him as he travels further down the hallway. Finally, he stops in front of a small closet and reveals the washer and dryer stacked inside it. He double-checks with you to ensure that nothing needs to be washed a certain way before he promptly starts the load of laundry and turns to face you again.
For the second time today, youâre absolutely amazed by this man slowly becoming less of a stranger. His hair is still slightly damp and hangs in his face. He looks comfortable in casual house clothing. Seeing him more in his element than at the cafe is nice. It feels like an eternity that youâre just standing there taking in his beauty. In reality, though, you know itâs a mere few moments. You donât get broken from your gaze until a large dog jumps on you, demanding to be petted. He nearly tackles you to the ground before you can process whatâs happening. You hear Jongho make a panicked noise before lifting Bear off you.
âSorry, I donât know whatâs gotten into him today. Heâs never clingy with anyone but me.â he sighs before reaching a hand out to help you up.
âItâs okay,â you smile, taking his hand, âIâm happy to know heâs friendly.â
âHe definitely is,â he chuckles, âdid you want a blanket? We can warm up in the living room and figure out everything regarding our story.â
You hum in response, just realizing that you are actually quite chilly. Jongho disappears into what you quickly notice to be his room and grabs a few throw blankets he had tucked into an armoire. The moment he steps out, he hands you one of the blankets and guides the way back to the couches in the living room. He lets you have the first choice of seating with a quick apology about the dog hair. Once youâre both comfortable, Jongho lets out a light sigh. You give him a puzzled look, and heâs ready to explain once he catches your drift.
âItâs nice to have someone other than Yunho, Mingi, or Yeosang here.â he explains, âItâs been a while since Iâve had someone over thatâs not them. This wasnât by choice, but I wanted to say it is nice to have your company.â
âThank you,â you mutter out, âAre they the other three guys in those pictures?â
âThe ones in the hallway? Yeah, weâve all been friends since we were young. All of my life, essentially. Theyâve gotten me through some really rough times.â He cleared his throat, realizing he was getting too deep too quick, âI guess it would be smart to figure out our story now.â
âWell,â you start, âWooyoung and I didnât break up long ago. It was only in February that I found out about Miyeon. So, do you wanna say we started dating in April? Like two months ago?â
âDamn, two months, and youâre already stealing all my clothes.â he jokes lightly, âYeah, that sounds good to me. How about where and when we met?â
âThe bookstore you work at?â
âNah, Mingi would flip and blow our cover if we claimed that. He works there too.â he glances over and notices youâre still shivering slightly in your blanket, âHere,â he offers, opening up the blanket around him, âCome sit with me. Youâll warm up quicker.â
At first, you think about declining his offer, but the chills that run through your body urge you to accept. You nod, sliding across the couch to get wrapped up in his arms. You havenât cuddled with anyone for any reason since before your breakup with Wooyoung. Feeling the warmth of his body against yours underneath this fluffy throw blanket sends butterflies through your stomach that you will away.
âI guess weâll have to adjust to physical affection, too. I mean, only if you want that, though. I know Wooyoung wasnât really big on PDA. I guess he is with Miyeon, but with me-â
âHey, hey, youâre rambling,â he teases, âwe can go over all those details as they come up in conversation. Now, about where we met.â
âThe cafe we met at today? Itâs the truth, just bent a little.â
âI like that idea.â he hums, âBlind date?â
âSeems boring,â you joke, âletâs at least make it interesting if weâre gonna make it up.â
âHmm,â he ponders, âhow about we meet at that cafe? I just saw a pretty girl and decided to pay for her coffee. Thatâs overly sweet, of course.â
You canât tell if heâs flirting or just making up the story, but how he said it made your heart flip in your chest. Only now do you realize just how intimate this situation really is. You donât know what cologne he uses, but the scent entirely surrounds you. Not only are you wearing his clothes, but youâre using his blankets and cuddling up against his chest. Youâre wholly engulfed in the scent. The overall atmosphere is so comforting and calm. You absolutely love it. The heavy rainfall mixed with your relatively quiet conversation adds to the ambiance. Itâs something you could never quite describe.
âHey,â he pulls you from your thoughts with a shrug of his shoulder you were leaning against, âYou zoned out there. What do you think about that idea?â
âI like it.â you hum back, âI guess we should get to know each other better than just our first names and jobs.â
He chuckles and tells you anything you want to know. Things that were as simple as his favorite color (itâs white) or as complex as his family dynamic. You laugh all throughout your time, cuddled up together, learning all you can. Bear had joined you at one point, resting his head against your thigh. His body flopped across the empty space on the couch you had once occupied. You hadnât even noticed the passage of time, just happy sitting here and telling him about yourself and learning about him. The rain never let up, though. It remained a constant heavy downpour the entire time. At some point, you both become even more comfortable. His head rested on top of yours, and his arm wrapped ever so slightly tighter around your shoulder. It felt so right despite having just met a few hours ago.
Suddenly, he lifts his head, âHow late is it? Itâs hard to tell with how rainy it is.â
âItâs,â you start, pulling your phone out of the sweatpantsâ pocket, âalmost 10 pm. Oh shit, almost 10⊠I should probably go. It would be rude of me to overstay my welcome.â
âNo, no, itâs okay. Itâs still raining hard outside. I donât want to send you home in this storm.â
âJongho,â you sigh, âitâs fine. You said youâd be able to drive me home.â you remind him.
Just as he goes to answer you, a loud crack of thunder sounds through the sky outside. The rain begins beating down harder, the sound almost deafening against the windowpanes. Itâs almost as if the weather itself is telling you to stay, too. He lets out a sigh instead of the words he was about to say.
âI doubt either of us wants to go out in that rain⊠and honestly, I donât want to drive in that kind of storm either.â
âI wouldnât make you do that.â
An awkward silence fills the space between you. You both know what needs to be addressed, but neither of you wants to say it. You hear Bear panting quietly from his bed near Jonghoâs houseplant. Itâs the only sound besides the rain filling the apartment. Fiddling with the hem of the shirt he lent you, you arenât sure how to approach the elephant in the room. He doesnât seem to either. Jongho is busying himself, looking around his living room, trying to find anything to look at.
âWell-â your voice comes out slightly shaky, âIâll just sleep on your couch until the storm passes. I can walk home after-â
âNo,â the brunette cuts you off, âI wonât let you go home by yourself in the middle of the night. Iâll sleep on the couch. You should sleep in a bed.â
âJongho I-â
âUnless youâd rather share it with me.â he states plainly.
Youâre taken back for a moment, having not expected the comment, âUm, I guess Iâll sleep in your bed thenâŠâ your voice comes out shaky again.
âBear likes to sleep at the foot of the bed.â he chuckles, âJust a warning.â
A part of you feels bad for taking the bed. It is his apartment, after all. Another part of you is grateful he gave you the bed. You know sleeping on a strangerâs couch wouldnât be the most comfortable, and his gentlemanly gesture makes you feel just a bit more comfortable. The greater part of you feels bad that heâs sleeping on the couch in his home.
You try for a while to fall asleep, but you just canât. Even with Bear eventually coming to lay at the end of the bed, you canât seem to fall asleep. Your tossing and turning eventually annoys the Saint Bernard, who huffs at you before walking up to lay against your body. You welcome the warmth, but sleep doesnât come your way. Sitting up, you look at the half-asleep dog beside you. Bear just gives you a look and huffs again. After debating mentally for about another ten minutes, you wrap a throw blanket around yourself and walk out to the living room again.
Jongho is seemingly fast asleep on the couch. One of his arms is over his head while the other is resting against his chest. Yet again, he steals your breath for simply existing. When you step closer, you start to debate with yourself again. You should probably just go back to his room and succumb to tossing and turning all night.Â
âIf youâre gonna stare, at least be subtle about it.â Jongho teases, eyes still shut.
âI couldnât sleep.â You reply, âI didnât want to disturb you, but-â
âI canât sleep either.â He admits, âCome here.â
âWhat?â Youâre confused, to say the least.
âNormally, Bear cuddles with me, but heâs already opted for his dog bed. Come here, we need to get used to physical contact, right?â
You nibble on your lower lip as you think. Earlier, you really did feel comfortable in his arms. His is right, too. If youâre going to be meeting Wooyoung later in the week for a double date, you know heâd be suspicious if you two werenât physically affectionate. Finally giving in, you climb onto the couch and lay your head against his chest. The arm that was previously resting there moves to be splayed across your shoulders. Suddenly, you feel exhaustion overtake you. Mere moments ago, you were the furthest you could be from getting rest. Now, you can barely keep your eyes open.
You donât expect to have a dog licking your face when you wake up. You blink slowly, seeing the sun beaming through the window. Then, when you see the pup sitting in front of the couch, you notice that heâs picked up his leash and wants to go for a walk. Jongho is still asleep underneath you. You opt to get up and get your clothing out of the dryer before you head out. On your way to the laundry closet, you grab your phone. You do your best not to let out an annoyed groan when you see a text from Wooyoung.
Do Not Answer â
Hey Miyeon and I are heading to the festival thatâs in the park right now. You and your boyfriend down to move out double date today?
You leave him on âreadâ for now. Eventually, you reach the laundry closet and grab all your clothing. Suddenly, Jongho appears in front of you. Heâs clearly still half asleep as he shuffles down the hallway.
âLet me walk you back to your place if youâre going to leave so soon.â He offers, his voice still gravelly from sleep.
âI donât want to be a bother.â
âLet me. Itâs not a bother to me at all. Bear wants his morning walk as it is.â
You nod, âIâll get changed back into my own clothes real quick, then we can go.â
Jongho nods back at you and lets you walk past to change in the bathroom. Everything is fine, peaceful even. You donât think about Wooyoungâs rather irritating request to change plans. That is, until, he sends you yet another text.
Do Not Answer â
Hey⊠if you would rather come to our place and have the date there we canâŠÂ
Didnât think you wanted to be back in our apartment after you stormed out on me like that
If you do though I donât mind that one bit⊠hope your boy doesnât mind though
His comments make your skin crawl. Referring to his apartment as your shared home was already bad; also, saying you stormed out on him only made the bitter taste in your mouth worse. Still, you swallow your irritation and respond.
Do Not Answer â
My boyfriend has a name. Be fucking respectful Wooyoung.
My badâŠ
So are you and whatever his name is coming or should I tell Miyeon you backed out?
You talked with him yesterday. His name is Jongho.
We didnât back out of anythingâŠ
We literally just woke up.
Iâll talk to him about it in a second
You donât check whether he responds once you pocket your phone. When you pop the door open again, Bear is waiting for you. His tail is swishing against the hall rug excitedly. You watch as he trots down the hall when you step closer. You follow after him and see that he stops right at the door where Jongho is ready and waiting for you while looking at his phone.
âI need to ask you something.â
âHmm?â He asks, putting his phone in his jacket pocket.
âWooyoungâŠâ you trail off, trying your best not to be annoyed with your ex.
Jonghoâs face hardens, âDid he do something?â
For a moment, you feel butterflies coursing through your body. The way heâs asking is as if heâs your actual boyfriend and is showing concern for your well-being. You shake your head to snap yourself out of it.
âHe wants to change plans last minute. He always did this shit when we were together too⊠If you arenât up for going on a double date right now, Iâll just take the fall of âbacking outâ like heâs claiming.â
âWhere are they? If I can bring Bear with us, weâll be good.â
âThe park near his apartment that has some sort of festival.â
âPerfect! Do you want something else to wear since you wore that yesterday? I know itâs clean, but Iâm sure he would say something even though I only met him yesterday. He seems like that kind of person.â
You nod shyly, âA sweater would be nice. I donât mind wearing the rest of my clothes still.â
Bear walks over and nudges you with his head. Heâs already very attached to you it seems. You squat down and pet him for a few moments. Despite his size, the large dog melts into you and lets out a satisfied groan when you scratch his ears.
âWhat kind of sweater?â You hear Jongho call, âI have plenty.â
âSomething comfy! I donât want to be too cold while weâre out.â You call back, very much still preoccupied with Bear.
You hear Jongho walk back up to you. You look up and see a thicker black sweater with thin grey and white stripes across it in his hands. Heâs giving you a gentle smile.
âHere you go, clothing thief.â He smirks at you.
You take the sweater from him, âYou offered.â You grumble back playfully before walking back to the bathroom to change again.
The sweater is far more comfortable than you expected. Itâs long enough that your hands disappear beneath the sleeves, and the bottom hem hangs low enough to cover your entire butt. When you return, Jongho has Bear harnessed up and ready to go. Something about the entire scene makes you feel warmly domestic with a man you met less than 24 hours ago.Â
The walk to the park isnât very eventful, in complete honesty. Most pauses you take are to let Bear sniff something or do his business. Of course, you and Jongho make small conversation about nothing particularly important. You donât even physically interact with each other. That is, until, you approach the start of the park. You feel Jonghoâs strong arm wrap around you while the other still holds onto Bearâs leash. You look at him with a slightly perplexed look; you expect him to hold you, but his grip is rather tight on your hip. Itâs almost protective in a way.
âI see them.â he whispers against your hair as if heâs whispering a sweet nothing. âJust play along, okay?â
You nod, âLet the show begin.â
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Ehm⊠I apologise I had to let it out, this was just so sweet and cute and adorable and alsjdkakdfksksk. I absolutely adored it. Hongjoong in love⊠I love Hongjoong in love thatâs all Iâm gonna say (and i believe nothing more needs to be said). Thank you for writing this I had a blast.
birthday surprise!
pairing. idol! kim hongjoong x gn! non idol! reader
synopsis. hongjoong knows wooyoung is up to no good... which is a good thing because he sure is in for a pleasant surprise at midnight!
warnings. a few curse words (lolsies), pet names (it's just one i think), a little bit of violence (it's not bad i swear, but someone gets a lil physical IJFAIWJ), mentions of food, lovesick couple energy (ew), reader is a foreigner!
genres. fluff, romance, slight comedy?, established relationship
rating. sfw
wc. 1.6 k
a/n. birthday special for hongjoong ! (we are going to pretend like i posted this on his birthday and that it was posted in november okay đ»)
reblogs and comments are appreciated as it helps with not getting shadowbanned!
HONGJOONG knows something is going on. something evil is brewing right under his nose and he needs to find out right now because for the hundredth time now wooyoung has given him a knowing look accompanied by a smirk. why the hell is he smirking? he has to be plotting something against him. his downfall, maybe?
he taps his foot on the ground, checking the time on his phone every once in a while waiting for wooyoung to finish his shoot, having decided to wait for him to go back to their dorm together. the time is nearing midnight; hongjoong huffs and crosses his arms over his chest.
âyou look like youâre losing your mind, hyung.â
âshit, jongho! you scared me,â hongjoong jumps, glaring at the younger male out from the corner of his eyes. âwhat are you still doing here?â
âi just finished shooting,â jongho shrugs, âare you waiting for wooyoung hyung?â
with a nod, he presses his lips into a thin line. âyeah⊠so i can figure out what heâs up to.â
âi think youâre being paranoidââ
âsee!â hongjoong points at wooyoung, gawking at him. âhe did it again.â
â...did what again?â jongho glances at wooyoung, shooting him a glare and looks back at hongjoong quickly.
âhe just winked at me!â
snorting, jongho pats his back. âhyung, wooyoung always winks at everyone.â a chime from his phone has him checking it once, turning away afterwards, âiâll see you back home, hyung.â jongho leaves him after bidding goodbye to wooyoung with a wave of his hand. hongjoong goes back to patiently waiting for wooyoung to finish, entertaining himself on his phone.
hongjoong: hey there
yn: hi there stranger
hongjoong: youâre up?
yn: i think i should be asking YOU that. isnât it nearing midnight for you, mister?
hongjoong: it is
yn: filming, i assume?
hongjoong: yeah
hongjoong: hey can you send me a voice memo? kinda want to hear you right now
yn: how about i call you instead?
your caller id flashes on his phone, his lips curling into a small smile when he answers. âhi,â he breathes out, walking out of the building. hongjoong leans against the wall next to the door, looking down at the screen when you hum out a greeting in return. âhow are you?â
you laugh, âiâve been better. how is my pretty boy doing?â
âdoing just fine,â he answers, chuckling. âi miss you.â
âwoah,â you gasp, âis the kim hongjoong being mushy with me right now?â your face is shrouded in darkness, only illuminated by the lighting from your phoneâwhich, now that he thinks about it, is weird. it should be morning for you right now.
he shakes those thoughts away, thinking that you probably still have the curtains drawn in your room. âdon't be a brat,â he huffs through his nose, amused. âor else i wonât be like this anymore.â
you apologize quickly, making his smile turn into a cheshire grin. âwhy are you still in bed, dear?â hongjoong drawls, his eyes twinkling when he watches you start to stutter. he isn't very affectionate, but he knows that you love it and cherish the moments when he is. pet names? they make you swoon. âyou should get up now.â
when you're about to reply, you end up falling and disappearing from his sight. worriedly, he calls out your name. âiâm fine!â you pop up on his screen again, though itâs just your eye staring into the camera, blinking.
hongjoong raises a brow, ânow what are you up to, y/n?â
âabsolutely, noââ you pause, disappearing from his screen again and returning momentarily. âgotta cut the call short, joongie. iâll call you later, okay?â
ây/n, waitââ
âi love you, hongjoong,â you sing.
baffled, hongjoong replies, âi love you, but whatââ the call ends and heâs left staring at his text messages with you. shoving his phone into the back pocket of his pants, he straightens up when the doors to the building slam open, wooyoung walking from them.
âoh, hyung!â he says, âwhy are you out here?â
âi was on the phone,â hongjoong replies, leaning forwards to peer inside the building. âare you done?â
âyeah.â
humming, he excuses himself to thank the staff for all of their hard work and returns moments later. heâs motioned into a car along with wooyoung, their manager dropping him off at their apartment. they both walk in unison towards their home, the oldestâs steps are sluggish, sleepless nights finally catching up to him while the younger oneâs are energetic, a bounce in each step he takes. but as soon as they reach the door, wooyoung shoves himself in front of hongjoong, shouting, âiâll get the door!â
the little voice in the back of his head heightens his senses, telling hongjoong that, again, wooyoung is up to no good. so he leans back, watching with careful eyes as he fumbles around with his bag. âsorry,â wooyoung mumbles, âiâm looking for the keys.â
âwooyoung?â
he responds with a hum.
âwe donât have keys,â hongjoong stares at the back of his head, seeing how wooyoung freezes. âwe have a passcode which iâll put in.â he moves to step in front of wooyoung, only to end up in a fight over who gets to open the door.
âhyung, let me open the door!â wooyoung whines, trying to hook his foot behind hongjoongâs ankle in an attempt to trip him.
hongjoong tries kicking wooyoungâs legs in retaliation, attempting to shove him away from the door. âyouâre being weird, wooyoung! let meâoof!â wooyoung successfully trips hongjoong; he lets out a triumphant noise of sorts, checks his phone and steps aside, smiling widely as the oldest stands up slowly.
âokay, you can open the door!â
gawking at him, hongjoong grumbles profanities and punches the passcode in. the door unlocks with a click and he takes a step inside, taking his shoes off and putting them neatly on the side before walking over to turn on the lights, only for wooyoung to jump on his back and clamp a hand over his eyes. hongjoong staggers forwards, quickly regaining balance. âwhat the hell, wooyoung? what are you doing?â
âitâs not midnight yet!â he hisses, yelping in surprise when hongjoong manages to shrug him off.Â
glowering at him, hongjoong crosses his arms over his chest and taps on the ground with his foot. ânow, what is going onââ
âsurprise!â
the lights are turned on, blinding both males. however, the sound of familiar giggling has his heart beating faster. he slowly turns around, thinking to himself that thereâs no possible way that you were here andâoh, but you are here. you, his beloved partner, standing amongst his members, squeezed between the tallest of them all, while holding a birthday cupcake with a singular candle on it, smiling widely at him.
âoh look at him,â gags jongho, âhe looks lovesick!â
âi do not,â hongjoong retorts, shuffling forwards.
âi got you a cupcake,â you sing, holding it out to your boyfriend when he stands in front of you. âbecause i know wooyoung would have tried shoving your face in a cake like last time.â
âdamn right i would have!â
âletâs give the couple some space, yeah?â seonghwa ushers everyone towards the kitchen with promises of letting everyone get the food out from the fridge.
when itâs just the two of you in the living room, you open your arms up and hongjoong dives straight into them, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, his breath hitting your skin and causing goosebumps to appear. âmiss me much, lover boy?â you tease, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.
all hongjoong does is nod, continuing to breathe in your scent for a few more moments before speaking, âyou were here this whole time?â
âi actually got in after you left for filming to prepare the place,â you say, laughing softly. âyou should thank wooyoung and jongho. they helped in buying my ticket and booking a hotelâ.â
âand who said youâre going to stay in a hotel when you can just stay with me?âÂ
âum⊠no thank you.â
hongjoong pulls back, eyebrows pinched together and his lips pulled into an adorable pout. âand why not?â
âbecause iâll start nagging at you,â at the sight of hongjoongâs shoulders drooping, you continue, âiâm just messing with you, silly.â
your boyfriendâs pout becomes a frown that soon turns into an amused smile. you had reached over to the cupcake with your arm thatâs wrapped around his shoulder, taking a bit of the frosting from the small desert and smearing it across his cheek, giggling.
âwell, arenât you quite the mischievous individual today?â he grins, resting his hands on your waist.
you shrug, âonly for the birthday boy.âÂ
âew! they're kissing!â wooyoung screeches. you werenât. heâs just exaggerating.
both you and hongjoong wince, hongjoong resorting to leaning over slightlyâyou cling onto him when you end up leaning backwards because of him, but he holds you easilyâto grab a pillow from the couch to fling it at him. wooyoung dodges and the pillow hits jongho. with wooyoung laughing and jongho flinging the pillow at him, hongjoong watches you. he sees your eyes close from how hard youâre laughing at wooyoung running away from jongho chasing him around the apartment, he sees your lips start to tremble from how hard you're smiling, and he sees the way your eyes glimmer when you glance at him.
that evil thing brewing right under his nose was nothing of that sort; instead, it was a very nice and pleasant surprise that came in the form of his significant other flying out to celebrate his birthday at midnight with him⊠and the others as well.
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This whole series is so amazing, but let me warn you⊠once you start reading you wonât be able to stop. All of these characters are so well written, every single one of them so unique with different personalities and charms, but all of them so likeable. This was a pleasure to read and I canât wait for more chapters (honestly I almost cried when I realised this wasnât finished and now I have to wait for more chapters cause I just need more, but at the same time I would also cry if this series was finished and I couldnât read more of this wonderful world that you created). Again, such a brilliant series, definitely recommend.
Trouvaille Masterlist
Pairing(s);Â BTS OT7 x Reader
Genre/Themes;Â Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, paranormal themes, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance
Rated;Â 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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In a world where hybrids are both the hottest commodity and largely exploited, a recent shortage of hybrids nationwide due to the wealthy adopting for sport hunting dominates the news headlines. More than ever, stray hybrids are whisked off the streets and taken into shelters to meet the demand. Mistreated, neglected, forgotten â in a notoriously disreputable hybrid shelter in a pocket of downtown Boston, seven âaggressiveâ hybrids await their inevitable fate of being sold for sport.
After years of trying to distance herself from her mystical past and upbringing, Y/N finds herself quitting her emotionally-draining job and is forced to face past mistakes. While accompanying her friends looking to adopt a child hybrid into their newly-formed family, Y/N inadvertently finds herself face-to-face with seven hybrids doomed to die. In a spur of the moment epiphany, Y/N decides to change the course of fate for the better; though bringing seven aggressive hybrids into her life and the darkening spiritual energy of her old home is trickier to navigate than she originally thought.
MAIN STORY;
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as your college neighbors â ateez hyung line
pairing : ateez hyung line x gn!reader ââąÂ genres : fluff, neighbor!au, college!au ââą cw : food mentions, a tiny bit of feeling insecure in yeo's part ââąÂ wc : 0.9K
[ đŠȘ ] hongjoong â oftentimes, your apartment is like a refuge to him. he gets moments of quiet, so long as the other boys havenât crashed there for their fun times. even better, though, he gets you. even if youâre off to class three minutes after heâs arrived, the sight of you packing your backpack the same way you always do is a comfort enough for him amongst the chaos thatâs swirling around him. you smile at him before swinging open the front door, reminding him that heâs free to any of the food in your kitchen (except the last few garlic cloves that youâre saving for a recipe). you make him laugh like you always do. as if heâd find reason to help himself to your waning supply of fresh garlic. little do you know, he picked up more garlic at the grocery store yesterday because he noticed you running out of it last time he was here, and he knows how much you use it in your cooking. heâll be gone by the time you get back, heâs got classes in the evening, but youâll see the extra ingredients right before you start to make dinner and itâll make you smile, maybe even kiss him on the cheek next time he comes over like you do sometimes. it makes him wonder what he is to you, but no matter what, your smile alone is everything he could ever ask for.
[ đŠȘ ] seonghwa â he worries, thatâs all. now your fridge is full of food and itâs all from him. it started with his leftovers, after he made too much food for him and his roommate hongjoong. he didnât even notice that you popped into his head before any of the other boys to share with this time. surely, he still give them food, but theyâre stuck with the leftovers. for the record, the leftovers are amazing, and you were more than grateful for them. but at some point, as hongjoong rests on your couch for some peace of mind, you realize the dishes in your fridge are no longer leftovers from last night. you ask hongjoong if he wants any bibimbap to munch on before remembering outloud he probably ate that for dinner last night. he denies it; he ate out last night with seonghwa, yunho, and mingi. thatâs how you find out that this morningâs âleftoverâ delivery was made just for you and it turns out that half the dishes you get for free are too. you confront seonghwa, trying to tell him not to spend all the time and money it must take for these meals on you. he tells you itâs no big deal, but now youâre always asking hwa over just so you can make him a meal. sitting in your space, looking at you from across your small dining table, seonghwa is convinced that heâs met an angel.
[ đŠȘ ] yunho â he loves it when you text him that youâre on the way over. that way he can look out his bedroom window and catch sight of you walking in through the apartment complexâs front door. what he loves even more is you seated on the edge of his bed (or even better, you all the way up on it, your back resting against his pillows). something about you in his space, all comfortable and sweet looking, has his heart doing backflips. in his mind, you belong there, with him. you fit in with his things somehow, just as if itâs the only thing that could be right. sure, he loves to visit your apartment, to see you in the place where youâre most at home. itâs just that he finds pride in the fact that you look like youâre at home in his place too. it makes him happy that his space can be somewhere that you can let out a deep sigh and feel okay grabbing a snack from the kitchen after class because you came straight here from campus. call him âdelusional,â as wooyoung might, but it makes him feel like youâre kinda, just a little bit, his.
[ đŠȘ ] yeosang â he only comes over when one of the other guys is too, because, to be so honest, heâs too shy to go over by himself. but he loves being your neighbor. he loves knowing youâre right down the hall, he loves when you knock on his door and he opens it to the sight of you in your pajamas and a shy smile on your face. his heart drops just a bit when you ask him if san is around because secretly, so secretly, he wishes you would knock on the door looking so pretty just for him. but he thinks it makes sense. who wouldnât want to be around san, one of the sweetest, brightest, most affectionate people out there? yeosangâs awkward and unable to show you physically or verbaly that he kind of adores you. san has no trouble with that, and yeosang sees the way it makes you smile. he wants to make you smile like that. regardless, he tells you that san went out with seonghwa and jongho and expects to lovely smile on your face to slip just a little. instead, it grows a bit, not because sanâs gone, but because all you need from him is to return the textbook you borrowed and you really came because you want spend time with yeosang. you want to know him, because his awkwardness is so incredibly endearing and you donât hear his voice as often as youâd like since youâre never alone with him. that day he finds out heâs good at making you smile, too.
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