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btsuga-d · 8 days

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Can You See Me || Chapterlist ʚɞ

↬ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ

𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝. 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜?

↬ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙼𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚡 𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙲!𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕

↬ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ

𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝, 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕, 𝚁𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛, 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝙰𝚄, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚔𝚓𝚒𝚗!𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙹𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚘𝚔!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚓𝚘𝚘𝚗!𝙿𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝

↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ

𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

↬ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ - 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

ᴍɪɴ ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ ʟᴇᴇ ɪꜱᴇᴜʟ ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴏꜱᴇᴏᴋ ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ

↬ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ

• ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ • 𝟏𝟒.𝟎𝟓.𝟐𝟒 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎?

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪx ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ x ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xᴠɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xᴠɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xᴠɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xɪx ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xx ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxɪᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxᴠɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxᴠɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxᴠɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxɪx ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxx ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxɪᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxᴠɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxᴠɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxᴠɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xxxɪx ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟɪᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟᴠ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟᴠɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟᴠɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟᴠɪɪɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xʟɪx ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟɪ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟɪɪ ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

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yawnzip · 8 months

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ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴅᴀᴢᴇᴅ

#bts aesthetic #bts icons #bts moodboard #kpop moodboard #namjoon icons #namjoon moodboard #namjoon aesthetic #namjoon

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auroraborealyss · 2 years

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𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜.

⊹ pairing bts x reader

⊹ summary if you and they fall in love on the titanic

⊹ tags angst; not every couple gets a typical happy ending

⊹ warnings none

⊹ word count 1692

⊹ now playing my heart will go on by celine dion

ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ "𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯."

both of you nearly miss the boat in the first place since he misplaced your tickets that morning. you’re both middle class passengers, so you are offered a space on the lifeboat but he isn't. you relinquish your spot on the lifeboat to stay with him as much as possible, preferring to die with him. he gives you his lifejacket and makes you promise that you’ll always keep it on. but as hard as the two of you try to stay together, when the ship sinks into the ocean, the currents tear you away from each other. as you’re shivering alone in the ocean, the lifejacket he gave you being the only thing keeping you afloat, you think about that and wish you never nagged him to hurry. you’re wallowing in self-pity and grief as you think he’s dead, when a lifeboat whistles at you and pulls you on board. it was one of the first to launch, hence why it’s so empty, though there are already other passengers that have been pulled on board, none of whom is namjoon. you are taken on board the carpathia, where by some miracle, you find namjoon and the both of you reunite in a bone-crushing hug and he proposes to you on the spot. the two of you live the rest of your days in the city, never stepping foot on another boat again.

ᴋɪᴍ ꜱᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ "𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯."

he’s a first class passenger who falls in love with the third class passenger. sneaks you into first class dinners just as you sneak him into third class dinners. he finds himself genuinely enjoying the rambunctious energy in third class, while you find some amusement in the prim, properness, and underlying subtleties in first class. when his parents discover this little affair, they demand he break up with you but he refuses, and the two of you continue to see each other in private. when the ship hits, his family is the first one ushered onto a boat: just four of them on an entire boat. he tries to get you on board too, but you are denied. because this is early on in the sinking, neither of you think the worst yet. before he’s lowered, he promises to search for you and seals it with a kiss, and you believe him. you manage to get on a different rescue boat and are rescued. but he never keeps his promise. the two of you live out your lives in the same city, never meeting again.

ᴍɪɴ ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ "𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯."

he was one of the engineers on the ship and managed to get you a ticket because of that. he works during the day, but at night he’s all yours. takes you on tour around the ship and shows you secret rooms and passageways. both are you are on the deck when the iceberg hits, and he makes you promise to find a lifejacket immediately before rushing away to help contain the damage. that is the last time you see him. the ship descends into chaos soon enough, and you are lost in the crowd as he remains on board, sticking to his duty to the very end. he stays because his fellow engineers are also his brothers and he would never abandon them, but he also stays for you. he knows that he can’t do anything but delay the inevitable, but even as the room begins to fill, he’s still doing it in hopes that every second he delays is more time for you to get to safety and live. you are his last thought as the ocean claims him. despite his sacrifice, it still wasn’t enough, and you succumb to the same fate as you freeze in the ocean after having given up your raft for someone else. both of your bodies are found but you are never identified. your bodies are buried separately.

ᴊᴜɴɢ ʜᴏꜱᴇᴏᴋ "𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯."

you meet on board after a night of dancing and realizing that the other is the dance partner you’ve been searching for the entire time. you spend veery second of every day from then on together, dancing together every night and only knowing joy as you both make each other laugh. even though you’ve only known each other for days, he proposes to you and you accept, vowing to get married the day you return to shore. when the boat hits, he tries to get you on a boat but both of you know that neither of you will be able to get to one. not wanting to spend your last moments in fear and preferring to maintain that happiness the two of you have found in each other since you first met, the two of you spend your last moments dancing to the music still playing upstairs. even when the music dies, the two of you are still dancing to the music he hums underneath his breath. his song is the last thing you hear before the ocean joins you dancing. though you try to hold onto each other, your hands slip away from each other. neither of your bodies are ever found.

ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ "𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯."

he’s a second class passenger who you meet during dinner. he learns that you’re one of the nurses on board. you meet when he visits you because he has a sickness and you treat him. he thanks you by taking you out to dinner. your relationship consists of a lot of shy flirting and subtle touches and stolen kisses when you’re not working. he confesses in you his fear of dying from his sickness, and you reassure him that you’ll ensure he lives a long life and die of old age. when the ship hits, your first thoughts are to check the injured and help as many people on board. you manage to get him on a lifeboat by using the sickness he came to you as an excuse, saying he won’t survive the freezing temperatures. you reassure him that you’ll get on the next boat, and he reluctantly believes you. as his lifeboat is lowered down, your eyes meet as he looks up at you and you look down at him. he sees the flare going off in the sky behind you, and he sees the goodbye in your smile. he realizes that you’ve lied and tries to get off but they pull him back since he’s rocking the boat, and he screams your name over and over again until his voice is raw and sore. he is rescued. you are not. your body is found and he buries you. he keeps his promise to you and live a long, happy life before dying a natural death of old age.

ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ "𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯."

you meet on board after dinner when you both decide to get some fresh air on the deck. he’s already on the deck when you go out, leaning on the railing and looking absently at the ocean. you don’t mind him any attention at first, other than noting he was handsome. he is the first one to take notice of you, as when he’s about to head back in, he catches sight of you looking up at the sky and counting the stars and his attention is yours immediately. rather than going in, he requests for the rest of his dinner to be brought out to him and the two of you eat outside under the stars. when the evacuation begins, as a first class passenger, he is one of the first passengers who is offered a seat in a lifeboat that is far from full. however, he offers up his position to a third class passenger who is pregnant and instead goes to search for you. he finds you in your cabin and hugs you tightly, promising you that as long as he’s there, his arms around you, nothing bad will happen. you let yourself believe him as the two of you lay down on your bed and go to sleep before the ocean makes you. centuries later, in a documentary, your bodies are found together, his arms still wrapped around you.

ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ "𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 '𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦."

this man is jack dawson. is one of the first people to board because he wanted to sketch the passengers coming on board. was just minding his business until you boarded, and suddenly, you’re the only thing he’s capable of sketching. follows you around from then on, sketching you the entire while. he’s by your side when the ship completely sinks, and he’s holding your hand when both of you fall into the icy black water of the ocean. you know this hopeless romantic is going to pull a jack and give you the entire door to float on even though both of you can fit. he justifies it as him being too bulky and if he goes on, you’ll both sink. he’ll reassure you that because of his bulkiness, he’s more able to preserve his body heat and survive in the water longer than you. holds your hands the entire time, blowing his warmth into them. and when you wake to hearing people calling you, just like the fate of poor leo, he had frozen while sleeping and there’s nothing more you can do other than promise you’ll keep him with you as let him go, watching him disappear underneath the dark ocean, before you call for help and get rescued. his body is never found.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗌. 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 9 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀

╰┈➤ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘧!

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ourkoya · 8 months

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˚∘˚ ☆ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ☆ ˚∘˚

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rashsin · 9 months

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OMG ...KIM NAMJOON 🥵🥵

#btsownaccount #방탄소년단 #kimnamjoonedit #남준 #kimnamjoon #namjoon #남준 #ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ #rm #rmbts #rapmonster #rkive #rapmonsterbts #btsrm #btsnamjoon #btsleader #namjoonie #kimnamjoonbts #btsoninstagram

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vinetae · 2 years

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KNJ - Tailored To You: 0neshot

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴇᴀᴍꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴄᴇᴏ!ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ, ꜱᴇᴀᴍꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ!ᴏᴄ,

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏꜱᴀʟ. ʙᴜᴛ,

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ..

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰᴏᴜʟ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʀᴜᴅᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʙᴜʟʟʏɪɴɢ, ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴘᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀꜱꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ-ᴘɪᴇ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ!ᴋɪɴᴋ, (ꜰ.ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ), ʜɪɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ɪɴꜰɪᴅᴇʟɪᴛʏ, ɴᴏɴ-ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ,

ᴇʟɪᴢᴀ'ꜱ ᴊᴏᴛ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴡɪɴɢ ᴅᴇꜱᴋ. ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴄᴇᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇɴ, ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ!ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ꜰɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ..?

ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

Main Masterlist

Songs:

High For This

Daddy Issues

“Almost got it…” Your hands steadily attach the sticky panel meticulously to the piece of work you’d been working on the whole day. “Please please please..” You silently pray to any God who could hear the trembling in your voice, delicately pressing the panel to the bust of your masterpiece.

“And..g-”

“OMG!!!” The loud pitched squeal knocks your hand from its place, completely destroying the glue that was holding the panel to fabric. You groan, sending a death stare Sandy’s way.

“Sandra!!” Yelling, she looks back your way, mouthing a small ‘oops’ before returning to her phone. You make a b-line to where she’s leaned up against the counter, her many projects still having yet to be touched. “This puppy’s so cute!!” You snatch her phone, turning the small device off before sliding it into your jeans pocket. “HEY! Give that back, Y/n!”

“No!” You start pacing your way over to your corner of the store, continuing the project that’s due in less than 2 days. Now because of Sandra, you’ll have to practically beg the production studio to not cut your pay for tardiness.

“I said give it back!” She keeps yelling, but you ignore her whines. She scoffs, going over to sit at her work table. A mumbled word you could only assume was profanity, spoken grumpily under her breath. You happened to catch the vulgar slang, sighing at her childness.

“Bitch..”

~ ~ ~ ~~ ~

“Finally..” It took you almost 5 more hours, but the mold had finally attached to the fabric. You sigh in relief, checking the clock to make sure you’d have enough time for the rhinestones. You grab extra glue, carefully placing the jewels on with tweezers.

Ding

“Sandra” You call softly, too distracted by this tedious task.

ding

“Sandra, go help them” You repeat, eyes focused on how the expensive gems shimmer from the warm afternoon light that seeps into your workspace.

ding

“Ugh!” You frustratingly place the tweezers down, walking up to the counter to help the customer. He sports a raggedy gray tee, multiple holes punctured through the thin fabric. The man, slouched and dazed by something. The holes match his bottoms, ragged and dirty. Nevertheless, he’s still a human being.

“Hi, how can I help you?” His gaze runs over all of the costumes and pieces that decorate the store.

“A suit please.” His voice gruffed and harsh. Long stubble covers most of his lips.

You nod, calling Sandra in here -because it was her forte-

“God, you’re so annoying sometimes y/n! What do you-” She unplugs her earbuds, face contorting to disgust at the man.

“Ew..” She mumbles under her breath, switching her eyes to fixate on your own.

You embarrassingly clear your throat, silently letting her know that you’d have a very important conversation after this.

“W-what she means is ew…she has to go clean the bathrooms now-” The man doesn’t look convinced, but doesn’t say anything.

“WHAT?!” You crane your neck her way, giving a death glare. Surprisingly, she cowers down.

‘Y-yeah…Bye.” She walks back behind the sheer curtains that blocked off the customer section from employees only.

There had been silence for a second, before he had cleared his throat. “Maybe I should come back another day..” He starts to make his way to the exit.

‘No, sir! I’m so sorry for her behavior.” You follow, trying to stop the man. You’d felt really bad after the introductions, you had to make it up to him somehow.

“It’s okay young lady..I’ll just come back later. I need to clean up apparently..” His voice sounds very saddened.

‘Please sir, she didn’t mean it. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, I promise. I feel terrible for her behavior. I’ll make sure to properly set her straight later..” That last part you had mumbled, hoping to keep it to yourself. He’d heard. He meets your eyes, your hand unconsciously wrapped around his forearm. He felt built..

He thinks for a second, and nods. “No, she’s right. I probably do smell..” He sadly chuckles, keeping the gaze you have between you two.

“Please… Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He stops. A nervous energy settles into the store. Wrapping around you the most, like a possible poisonous snake.

After a few seconds, he shakes his head, continuing to walk out.

You felt terrible. How could Sandra not even treat this man with at least a little respect!??! You’re pissed now. Not only had she lost a customer, disrespected him, she just dragged the whole store’s reputation. She practically treated him like a pile of dirt.

By this time, you’re furious.

You make your way to the back of the store, seeing Sandra scrolling Tik Tok using your computer. What. The. Fuck. No, you’ve had it. You stand in front of the desk, slamming the device shut. “Hey! What gives!?”

“What gives!? Your behavior, Sandra!” She stands, pushing her chair out from up under her. The piece of metal making a huge screeching sound across the concrete floors.

“It was unacceptable! First, I tell you to start on the plastic ties for Miss Calthy’s dress form, you ignore me. Second, you just disrespected a customer, no, A HUMAN BEING just because you can’t learn how to SHUT IT.”

She looks shocked from your sudden burst of emotions.

“I don’t care if you came from fucking LOUIS VITTON. That’s NOT how you treat someone! Especially the elderly!” Your words pushed her into a corner, tears starting to well in her eyes. You stop, finally taking on a calmer disposition.

‘Look, I can’t fire you. But, if you don’t clean up your act and start actually working, I’m going to file a listless complaint to Mr.Kim.” Her eyes go cartoon-wide at your words. She falls to the ground, begging on her knees.

“N-no! Please Y/n, I-I promise I’ll be better! Please don’t tell him!” She weakly crawls over to the broom and dust pan, making quick of her poor job of sweeping. “L-look I-I’m cleaning like you said!” Tears still swelling in her ducts. You fold your arms across your chest, sighing.

This was pitiful.

The weaker side of you gets the best “Fine. But you’d better keep your word” She nods uncontrollably, smiling while still crying. “Thank You! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She hugs you tightly.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Interesting..” He pulls away from the tall brick wall, peeling himself from the gum filled plank. He slides his phone back into his eaten-away pocket, a small smile presses his lips.

“She’ll do wonderfully.”

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Ding

The first time Baek-hyun had introduced you and Sandra both, she had this puppy-like innocence to herself. Well she did hold up to her puppy side. Leaving messes everywhere she went, cups, food, and even snotty tissues across your workspace. A customer had to even come to you, complaining on how she would try taking selfies with the ‘hot’ men who were about to get married. As the manager, you actually had called your company’s label, asking for a listless complaint sheet. They told you to wait a few days. It’s been almost a year. You’d given up, submitting to the fact that she was now in your everyday life, and that you’ll just have to deal with it.

The ding of the front door alerted another presence once more. “Sandra, get it, I’m bu-”

“On it!” She rushed past your focused self, rushing to get the door for the person. Well, she definitely has changed for the better. Let’s hope it stays like this.

“Welcome to Kim’s secret wor-” You heard her stop the introduction. You sigh.

It might be another ‘not 10’ according to Sandra. you thought.

“Sandra what’d I tell you about being ni-” You stop. A man dressed in a Chanel dress suit, gold cuffs accentuating the slim wrists he possessed. His waist, cinched perfectly to hug his built figure. He looked.. Wo-

“Ah, there she is.” He makes his way over to your stunned self, meeting to look in your eyes. Sandra had been just as stunned. “Miss..” He glances at your nametag.

“Miss Y/n.” He gets a taste of your name on his tongue, liking the feeling of it.

“Can I help you sir?” You ask, trying to maintain your professional demeanor.

“Actually, I can help you. Can we…” He glances back at Sandra, who’s been making googly eyes at him for the past ten minutes.

“Talk somewhere private, please?” You didn’t know who this man was. A sales rep? No, he would’ve gone through Mr. Kim. Landlord? No, they would’ve contacted headquarters for that. Loan sharks?!?!

Your mind races with possibilities, which haven't been the best outcomes.

“Miss Y/n?” He calls again, finally pulling you out of your own head.

“Y-yes..Uh. In the back, here.” He nods, following your movements while holding a hand up to Sandra, silently demanding that she does not follow you two.

“Lucky bitch…” She mumbles, while going to grab the broom.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You immediately start apologizing, What had you been sorry for though?

“I’m so sorry sir I-” She starts chuckling at your speed.

‘Sorry? What are you sorry for?” You pause, not really knowing. He smiles, pulling a chair out from up under the metal table that you usually take lunch at, motioning for you to sit. You oblige.

He takes a seat, starting off. “About the other day-”

Oh God. The man went to HQ about us!! He’s probably gunna fire me for having an insufficient employee. I knew Sandra would make us go-

“What? No, no. I’m not here to fire you, Y/n.” His words stop your spiraling train of thought. If he’s not here to fire me… then what happened the other day..?

“I’m here to propose a job to you. A task, really.” You nod, your heart starting to slow down. His voice was very soothing and calm. His blonde hair making the whole black-on-black choice, insufferable. He looked good enough to eat.

What?! Stop it, Y/n! You just met him! He might even just want money!!

“So, what do you think?”

“Wa-..huh? I-I’m sorry..” He chuckles, continuing the proposal.

“I would like you to be my wife.”

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“Your..what??” You stand up, not believing what he'd just proposed.

AH! Not proposed, y/n!!

“Not a wife, but a partner. See-” He gently tells you to sit back down, motioning for you to calm down. Once he sees that you’re a little more calm, he starts again.

“You see, our company needs a female representative for the face of ‘allure’. With me being a man, people would assume I’m gay.” He chuckles at the ridiculous thought.

“But my assistant said the best rep would be someone people could trust. And from what I saw yesterday..”

He leans forward, you finally being able to process the woodsy-vanilla scent cologne he modeled.

“I saw your beauty from both sides.” His chocolate eyes meet yours, soft spoken and tranquility is the only thing you feel and hear.

“You wanted to see my face from both sides..?” He laughs at your ridiculous answer.

“Well, I can obviously see that as of now, but what I meant is that I saw your beauty on both the outside, when we first met, and inside, when you had been so kind to me. Wanting to do anything to make it up to me.” Your brows furrow. Then, it hits you.

“You..you were the old man..?” He leans back, hand on his chest, playfully acting offended.

“Did I really look that old?” You shake your head furiously, mentally hitting yourself for insulting the head of your company. “No! No! That’s not what I meant- I’m so sorry-” He laughs, fixing his posture once more.

“Relax, Y/n. I was only joking. Well, I had only not shaved for a couple days..” his words trail off.

“That’s not the point. The point is; You’re obviously a beautiful and kind woman, and I'd like to represent my company.”

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After the whole shock session that had happened only a few hours before, you had politely walked him to the front door. Before you could kindly kick him out -of his own fucking store, idiot- he had smiled, meeting your eyes.

“I’ll be in touch.”

Pssh. He’ll be in touch. Yeah right. He’ll probably go to the office tomorrow and see a woman ten times prettier than you could ever be. He’ll forget about you in just a few hours.

That’s what they all do.

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The office couldn’t look any more luxurious. Monochromatic colors filled the room, along with golden massage chairs for the higher ups, with a …holy shit.

This office had a mother fucking swimming pool.

Psh. Rich people, you thought.

Your hands are now shaking even more from the Mcdonald’s one dollar coffee you had sparingly picked up on the way here. Now you’re wishing you would’ve taken that girl’s offer for their coffee. You could probably sell it online or something, Make a few good bu-

“Miss y/n, welcome.” A familiar voice stops your thoughts, now examining his newly pressed suit. It looked like heaven. The hems are perfectly aligned with each other. The suede black textiles hug his frame like a woman putting on her favorite body-con dress. Each stitch obviously being hand-sewn with tiny embroidered details letting every onlooker know that this was their work of art.

That suit was a seamstress’s dream.

You lift from the couch, eagerly holding your hand out for a handshake.

Let’s be honest. It wasn’t a nice gesture from you. You’d actually wanted to feel the stitching on his sleeve. Pathetic you thought.

“Uh, yes. I did.” He flashes a professional smile, starting to stride alongside you.

‘Well then, follow me.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

If the office for employees was crazy, his own was insane.

A bright golden chandelier hangs from the ceiling. Dress forms of all shapes and sizes align the big window that looks out to the other 100 foot high skyscrapers. Purple accents dance along the edges of his desk, mixing along with an L shaped piece attached.

Holy. FUCK.

“Holy fucking shit balls!!” His eyes widen at your sudden foul language usage, until he starts laughing at the reason.

“Is this THE Singer machine that created the most beautiful dresses in the WORLD??!” He chuckles, walking over to meet your fascinated state.

“You’re a follower of Walter Plukett?” You nod, smiling while silently asking if you could touch the beautiful work of art. He nods, allowing permission for you to fan.

“Not just Walter Plukkett, but his whole creation sets for Gone With The Wind movie! Along with The Most Dangerous Game! I LOVED these growing up!” Your hands carefully trance along the worn metal, weary to not impose any damage to the old machine.

“I see. I had picked it up from a random auction one day. Didn’t know it was actually something..”

“It’s more than just something! This machine was caressed by the hands of the greatest designer for the film industry!” He leans down, shrugging, seeming unamused.

‘Looks like any other sewing machine from the 1930s to me.” He walks over to his desk, taking a seat, studying how your face lights up even brighter every time you see a new component to the machine.

“How can you be a billionaire seamstress but not know the history! That’s like making a movie without knowing who invented the first camera! Which by the way was; Louis Le Prince and Johann Zahn” He chuckles, leaning back in his chair to study your moves.

Cute. he thought.

“God, this machine created some of the best dresses for its time.. How can people just throw that history away??” You mumble, still fascinated by the old antique.

He clears his throat, finally pulling your attention away from it.

“Y/n? Can we get started now?” You contemplate. Him, or this beauty.

Wait y/n.. He pays your rent, dumbass. Obviously you’ve gotta-

“Uh…well..”

IDIOT. HE’LL FIRE YOU FOR THIS.

“That’s alright, take your time. You must really like history as well?” You nod, thanking him for the wonderful opportunity. You start talking, not knowing for sure to whom though. Your thoughts are just being too grand to keep inside.

He wasn’t complaining at all. Your voice sounded like an angel to him. The way your black pencil skirt wrapped around your protruding hips has the back of his throat drying up, needing to clear his airway, But, he just can’t help it. Your knowledge beyond anyone else’s in the company has him so intrigued. How long have you been studying Walter’s work? What’s your favorite of his? Are you single-

“Alright, I’m ready.” He pulse from his trance, nodding to the papers placed in front of you.

‘These are the terms and agreements for this… arrangement.” He clears his throat, loosening the tie which had suddenly become very constricting. You glance up through your eyelashes, something that had definitely not gone unnoticed on his end.

‘And… what is this arrangement exactly?” Lifting the glass to his lips, quenching his thirst.

‘This is not the time, Namjoon’ He thinks.

“Just a proposal. Nothing within legality. We won’t actually be married.. not unless you wish to..” That last part he hoped had gone unnoticed by you.

It wasn’t.

‘So, I can still date whomever I want?” He pauses. No, he doesn’t want to see another man hanging all over you! Hold hands, kissing you, sleeping in your bed-

‘Yes.” He dryly gets out, before his jealousy gets the best of him.

“Okay.” You reply, too focused on the documents to make sure there’s no funny business going on.

Once you’re done, you slide the paperwork back over to his side. He grabs then, knocking them on the table once to straighten them all out neatly.

“One question;” He nods, closing the drawer of his desk, giving you all ears.

‘Why me?”

He stops. Smile, lessening a bit. She’s right. Why her? He had many candidates lined up outside his door for weeks..why her?

“Because you’re my ideal type.”

WAIT NO- FUCKING IDIOT

His eyes blow up, shaking his head repeatedly.

“No! I mean you’re the COMPANY’S ideal type! Not Mine! Well I mean you’re very gorgeous- Not that I only look at physical attributes! I admire everything about a woman’s physique- SHIT” You adorable laugh cuts him off. Leaning over, you couldn’t help but laugh at his clumsiness.

“I understand. Thank You for the clarification.” He shyly nods, wanting the whole earth to swallow him whole.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You pause the clicking of your heels. “For..?”

‘We’ve got a branding session tomorrow at 3. I’ll get my assistant to send you the details.” You nod, waving him bye as you make your way out.

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“Great! Looks amazing, Mrs. Kim! Yes, now to the left- Perfect!” These black heels had been killing your feet for the last 5 hours of shooting. He said a branding session. Not a photo session. Little prick-

“What do you think, Mr.Kim?” The photographer pans the camera screen to Namjoon, a soft nod is confirmation he needs to continue. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she Pierre?” The photographer smiles, continuing to snap photos of you. “One of the best models I’ve worked with. She’s a natural.” That makes you internally blush, not being able to handle all the candy-rotting sweetness.

Thankfully, the buzzing of Namjoon’s phone stops the session, giving you a break to sit down in a nearby chair.

A few sips of water later, and he clicks his phone off, signaling you that everything’s okay.

“That was Mr. Arnault” Your eyes blow wide.

“You mean Bernard Arnault!? The HEAD of Louis Vuitton??” Namjoon nods, sliding his phone to the inner part of his suit.

“We’re collabing on a piece together this winter, and he asked me personally to showcase it in his next show, but…” His voice treads at the end, softening the more he talks.

“But..?”

Sighing, he takes a seat next to yours. “I’ll be in Paris that time around. We’re trying to reschedule but he’s really persistent.” You couldn’t believe that your ‘husband’ is so desired by so many luxury companies.

‘Well…Why not move the showing to Paris. That way, you can be at the show and the meeting at the same time.” His eyes light up, standing quickly.

“Wonderful idea, y/n! Bernard’s always been a sucker for France anyways. Thank You, love” He kisses your cheek before hurrying off to schedule everything, leaving you with burning cheeks.

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“Phew…glad for that to be over..” You step out of the ridiculously high heels -remembering to praise models and Bella Poarch for doing that for hours, later- turning the knob on your shower. The warm water feels so soothing to your aching muscles.

*ring*

“Ugh..come on..” You step out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around your frame. Pulling the door open, you see a familiar face standing in the doorway. This time, he’s sporting just a gray tee and basketball shorts. Still, none the less attractive.

“Oh.. sorry. Is this a bad time?” He motions to your choice of outfit.

“Shit! Sorry-” you run quickly, letting him in while going to turn the shower off and putting on a quick choice of clothes. Once you’re decent, you join him in your apartment’s living room.

“How’d you find this place?” You question, adding along if he wanted something to drink.

“No thank you, and I had pulled your files from the employees section.” He takes a seat on the couch, observing the room more intensely.

Of course he could find where you lived. He’s your boss.

“Oh..right.” You play with the hem of your oversized tee, not knowing what to do with your boss literally standing right in your living room.

“So.. what are you doing here?” He looks up to meet your gaze, sporting the awkwardness that engulfs you both.

“I’m here to help pack your things.”

“I’m sorry … what?” For the third time that day, you’re shocked. What does he mean, pack your things!?

“Well, since we’re ‘married’ it would only be right to move in together. And-” He looks around your apartment, an unfamiliar look creeps his expression.

“I think my place would be the best option.”

“And you just decided that I wanted to move in with you?” He slumps down, a little hurt by your words.

“Well I.. thought that you’d..” You interrupt him.

“Yeah, you didn’t think. If you haven’t noticed, I quite like my ‘not best option’ of a place. Sure it doesn’t have an indoor swimming pool or jacuzzi, but it’s my home!” Your anger is starting to peek through.

“Y/n, please calm down. I was only suggesting, I would never force you to move in with me. I just thought that since you said your lease is almost up, that’d it be the best option.” His voice is still calm and collective, unlike his clammy, sweaty hands.

“How’d.. How do you know that my lease is almost up?”

He pulls his phone from his pocket, showing you an app on his home screen.

“Because I own the building you work in? I have cameras everywhere- not for perverse things though! It’s just so we don’t have any incidents with employees. You know, because some like to..ahem..” He clears his throat, shifting to support his weight on the other leg.

“Do some certain activities during a shift. It’s just to prevent a lawsuit, that’s all.”

“Then if it’s just cameras, how’d you listen to what I said?” His face turned a light shade of pink from being caught.

“Our..cameras also have an option for audio recordings as well. I just happened to be looking for something, and you popped up on screen instead.”

“Huh.” You mentally laugh. He obviously was lying, but you haven't done anything embarrassing at the store, so you let it slide.

“Give me a few days, okay?” He nods, walking to the front door, making himself leave before he embarasses himself even more.

“See you then?” He asks, turning to walk out.

You flash him a sweet smile. “See you then, boss.”

He chuckles at the given nickname.

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“Ugh” You groan, tossing to your right side, trying to get some much needed sleep. However, your mind had much better ideas.

“Aish! Shut it, stupid thoughts!” You yell out, frustrated at your brain’s sudden liking to activity at night.

How long has it been..?

Too long.

Something in the back of your mind answers your own question. Sighing, you give into the temptations on the promise of actually sleeping tonight. You reach into your nightstand drawer, pulling the small black item from its encased little box discreetly hiding in the back.

You trail your hand down your torso, silently crying to the sudden pressure applied to your aching clit.

Yep. Definitely too long.

You cup your hand on your mouth, trying to silence the small whines and cries your body can’t help but release. Images of hot celebrities fill your mind quickly. Ryan Renyolds, Dwayne Johnson, Chris Hemsworth, until your mind drifts to a certain face. You couldn’t really tell who it was, but you decided to use them to indulge in your sultry acts. Imagining riding their cock so deeply, breasts bouncing up and down, making your force on his body ample in roughness. Deep groans emit from his chest, whines bubble up in the back of your throat. Speaking of throat, you switch the image to him pinning you to your bed, one hand around your neck squeezing it firmly.

“F-fuck..” You moan, legs beginning to shake from the buzzing sensation that’s been applied to your clit. This time, you’re tossing and turning for different reasons.

His sandy blonde hair hangs above your figure, brushing the top of your forehead as he pounds into you at God's-speed. Him telling you how dirty of a little slut you are; or better yet- begging you to let him cum inside of your pretty pussy, creaming your smooth, velvet-like walls. His own hand, replacing yours that’s been mercilessly abusing your poor clitorus for the past what feels like hours. Probably only around two minutes though.

“Oh- God!”

“Yeah, you like that baby? My cock splitting this little pussy open so well? Hmm? You wanna cum? Tell me darling, tell me what you want. Look how dirty my girl is, huh? Being so good for daddy. You gonna cum, sweetheart? Come on, show daddy how well you can cream his cock. Gunna fill you up so well, be my own fucking cream filled donut. Hell, maybe if I’m lucky enough, you’d get big and swollen with my children. Huh, you’d like that baby? You wanna have my babies? I bet you do, dirty whore. Gonna get you nice and pregnant. We’re gunna have such beautiful babies, y/n- fuck.” He finally looks up through sweaty brows. The blur of his face now clearing to reveal-

N-namjoon!??!

“HOLY FUCK!” You scream out, not giving a rat’s ass who’d hear. Your breaths now calming down from such an intense high. The toy now feels like pins and needles against you from every stimulation. Quickly turning the vibrating object off, throwing it somewhere on your bed, you lay flat on your sheets. That had to be one of the best orgasms you’ve had in forever. But-

You just came to your boss’s face.

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“And we’ll be adding a second store right on the corner of 5th and areche.” The dulling sounds of pen against paper, and a man showing graph charts couldn’t be less of a bore. Your legs, swinging from side to side nonchalantly under the table.

“Sounds good, everyone?” They all nod, no one being opposed to Namjoon’s idea. Once the area is all cleared out, Namjoon starts packing up his briefcase, neatly stacking papers on the inside pouch of the case.

“You ready to go, y/n?” He asks, glancing over at your dazed state.

“Uh, what? Oh. Yeah.” You excitedly stand up, packing your things as well.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Looks delicious, thank you.” He kindly thanks the waiter, before taking a sip of his wine. “Everything alright, y/n? You look a little off..” You straighten your posture, nodding to confirm his answer. “I’m okay. Just..” You sigh, letting the silverware in both of your hands, rest on the untouched plate.

“Just..?” He presses, leaning forward so it doesn’t feel like you must yell it to get his attention.

‘I just couldn’t sleep last night, that’s all.” He smiles, cutting into his steak.

“That’s because I wasn’t there, darling” He teases, taking a bite of the juicy meat slice.

You chuckle at his stupidity, lifting your glass to take a few sips.

“I’m serious. Like- something wouldn’t let my mind calm down. It felt like I was on a rollercoaster.” He hums, tilting his head to ponder a solution.

‘Why not try some soothing music?” You shake your head.

“I’ve already tried. And bird, ocean, and rainforest sounds. I even took 3 melatonin gummies! Nothing would shut this thing up.”

“Hmm. Maybe it’s stress? Your deadline is coming up soon for your place.”

You shake your head again.

“I don’t think that’s it. Besides, I’m planning on moving in with you.” His face lights up, but not with a happy emotion. More so … mysterious.

He leans in, a hushed voice soon taking over his normally deep and calm one.

“Maybe.. I’m the reason you’re up all night.” He smirks, continuing to eat more of his food. Your face flushes a light pink tint. Well… he’s not all wrong..

He leans back, resuming his normal happy demeanor. “I’m just joking”

“Oh.. hah.” Is all you can reply with. His eyebrows raise in suspicion.

“Y/n.. A-” The phone ringing in his suit pocket cuts his sentence off.

“I’ll be right back” You nod, as he stands to make his way towards a quieter place of the restaurant.

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“Is that all?” You nod, looking around to your now completely bare apartment. You hadn’t decided to bring up your restless nights anymore since a few days ago at the restaurant Of course this is all just business.

“Alright, let’s head out.” You follow suit behind him, stepping into his luxury car.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“This is your room” The ‘room’ has been bigger than three of your dinky apartments combined.

One wall, just filled to the brim with cabinets and wardrobes. The bathroom connected with the room. A huge porcelain tub sits inside the huge glass encased shower; omg it has a rain shower head!

“I know it’s a little small but my apartment’s pretty messy right now. I’ll be clearing out a room for us to coincide with projects in.” You nod, mouth still on the floor from the level of detail everything was in. A huge golden and glass chandelier hangs about the tub, adjacent to the marble-stone countertops, with gold accents trimmed along the edges. So. Much. White.

“Well..I’ll leave you to it.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Once you’d finish unpacking all of your boxes, you glance over to the huge clock that had come from your old apartment.

2am.

Holy shit- When did it get so late?? You’re probably keeping Namjoon up by making all of this ruckus!

You turn off all the lights, tip-toeing to the kitchen to grab a quick bite. An illuminating light comes from up under another door across from the living room. Didn’t Namjoon say that he’s just across the hall?

You silently walk over, cracking the door open a bit to take a peek inside.

There sat Namjoon. White button up shirt -now unbuttoned down by two- paired with the trousers he’d been sporting earlier. Usually style and slicked back hair, now messy and tousled. He had been conversing on the phone with someone in a language you didn’t speak.

“Bien, merci bien pour tout ton soutien, Pierre. Oui. Bonsoir” He tosses his phone to the huge king sized bed which had sat in the middle of the room. It’s like the decor came straight out of a piece of art.

Namjoon goes to sit on the edge of his bed, taking a sip from the circular glass he’d already downed around three times now. He sighs, falling backwards onto the comfy sheets.

“Are you just going to stand there the rest of the night?” He asks nonchalantly, taking your aback.

“I..I’m sorry- I thought you were sleeping..” He chuckles.

“I never sleep, only rest my eyes.” He says, grabbing another glass, motioning you to come sit down.

“So. I’m guessing you’ve finished unpacking?” You nod, thankfully taking the glass from him.

“Thank You..” Silence creeps over like rain upon a flowery meadow.

Has he always looked this tired?

You take a few glances around his room, studying all of the different pieces carefully put together.

“You’ve got really good taste..” You mumble, not expecting him to hear.

“I should. Put me to shame for being a fashion designer and not having good taste” He jokes, sipping from his glass, before setting it down next to yours.

“True.. it was a stupid thing to say. Sorry I’m dumb..” He turns to meet your gaze, bringing his hand to gently lift your eyes to meet his.

“It was not stupid.” Your breaths slowly mix together, a certain type of taste could be relished.

‘And if you ever call yourself stupid again, I won’t hesitate to tie you to this bed and spank sense into you.” He smirks, taking the glass from your hands, placing it on his side of the seat.

Your breath catches in your lungs at his choice of wording. Did he really mean it? He wouldn’t actually do that, would he? You’re just one of his employees.. He doesn’t like it like tha-

“Y/n..” His voice softens, trying to coerce you out of your spiraling state much like the first time you met.

“Y/n, it was just a joke.” He chuckles.

‘You’ve got to learn how to take a joke '' He smiles, laughing at your flustered face.

‘That’s mean..” you mumble. He raises his eyebrows.

‘How?”

“You don’t just tease someone like that. That’s like saying; I’ll suck your dick-” You cut yourself off from embarrassment

Too late.

Your eyes catch his, seeing a new look glinting behind them.

“Well, I never said I wouldn’t follow through with it..” His voice changes to a hushed whisper tone, making the room even more sultry than it had previously been.

“Me neither..” You admit, scooting closer to his side, laying a hand onto his thigh.

You’d never been this brave before. With anyone. But… something about Namjoon had made you want him to submit to you.

Both sets of eyes not daring to break the spell you’d both casted on each other. Lust, growing impatient with every ticking second. His pants tightening against the fabric of his trousers, indicating his arousal even more.

“Y/n.. we should..” You press your lips to his, quieting his attempts to reject the tension. He immediately tenses under your touch, hands leaving a fiery blazing trail wherever your hands could grasp onto. Lips crashing into one another like waves upon a seaside shore. Both, fighting for dominance.

His hand travels up the back of your graphic tee, resting the palm of his hands against the dips of your hips. Ever so slightly squeezing bits and pieces of your skin along the way. Your hips dig impatiently into the fronts of his trousers, His own, meeting you in unison.

“N-namjoon..” You wantonly moan against the flushed flesh of his mouth, his own desire returning the sound.

His hands dip even lower, reaching into the front of your underwear, rubbing gent;e circles against the throbbing bud. The other, coming to clasp around your breast, messaging the soft, plush flesh, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and index. His motions earn louder sounds from your side. His lips trail down your neck, sucking deep marks into the fleshy bit, before sliding your shirt over your frame.

“No bra?” He pants, examining your physique.

You shake your head. “I was about to go to bed..” He chuckles, resuming his motions, this time, lips meeting the protruding bud of your breast, taking it between his teeth.

“O-oh shittt” You throw your head back, an old friendly feeling coming back into your core.

“You like that?” Shit. His voice sounded exactly how you’d imagined that night.

Your hips rock gently against his, increasingly harder by each passing minute. Your entire breast almost soaked from his tongue.

‘F-fuck..Just like that.” His hips grind against your own, his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass through your thin sweatpants.

“Off.” His deep voice commands, flipping you onto your back. He makes quick work of the belt tucked loosely around his hips. He lifts your wrists to hug the metal Xs on his headboard.

“Are you okay with this?” You crane your neck upwards, checking out his neat work on your wrists. Now, being belted to his headboard.

“Mhm.” He slaps the outside of your thigh.

‘Imma need words for this, baby” You smirk, teasing the bulge of his trousers with your knee.

‘Yes daddy.”

He smirks, tightening the belt around your wrist.

“Good girl.”

Hooking his fingers around the thin materials, he easily removes both your sweatpants and underwear in one fine swoop. The cold air brushing against your core has your thighs clenching.

“The first time I walked in the store..” He tells, while lowering his face to kiss just above your public bone. Moving lower with each soft kiss to your skin.

“I wanted to taste this pussy for so long, baby” He mumbles, yanking your hips down to meet his eyes.

“To know how you taste.” He slides the tip of his finger past your folds, a slight squelching sound fills the silence.

‘To know how it feels when you’re wrapped around me” You moan, his thumb coming up to toy with your throbbing bud. Soft circles rubbed against the aching muscle.

“God, I��ve barely touched you and you’re already wet. Tell me darling” He grabs hold of your panties, opening your mouth forcefully to shove them inside. The sensation is new, nonetheless even more of a turn on.

``You a virgin baby?” You shake your head.

“Naughty baby” He licks a slow stripe up your core, making you moan against the slightly wet material that had been so forcefully shoved in your mouth.

“How dare you let another man inside this sweet pussy.” His voice is deep, a growl threatening to escape if he doesn’t get satiated soon.

“Looks like I’m going to have to punish you, kitten.”

His tongue immediately dives deep past your folds, the strong muscle making circles along the inside of your slick walls. You throw your head back against the headboard, not caring if you had accidentally hit it. The pleasure was far more overpowering than the paint you’d felt.

His thumb trails up to draw figure eights against your bud, moans slipping from the crack of the cotton material shoved down your throat.

You were so close. Practically being able to taste your release. His thumb, tongue and fingers were more than enough to juice you of all your worth. Your legs wrapped around his head so tightly, you might think you’d accidentally pop his head like a pimple. But, he stays put, using both of his strong arms to push your thighs apart. A string of saliva and your juices hangs from his swollen lips.

“As much as I’d like to die by these thighs right now, you still haven’t received your punishment.” His smirk is dark and hell-iously tempting. This man was the epitome of ‘sin’.

You wanted to do anything. Touch anything just to cum. But alas, your hands were tied. Literally.

“Cum on my tongue baby girl. I know you want to. You can do it, come on” His words of encouragement are all you need to send you over the edge. Like a rollercoaster about to drop down the hugely inclined rails. But-

His smirk is one only the devil portrays well enough. Dark, lustful eyes meet you halfway. You scream out of frustration, wanting nothing more than to come on his tongue like he said.

“Sorry darling. That was for sleeping with other men besides me.” You almost have tears in your eyes at his words.

‘And this,” He unties your wrists. Before you could jump him, he flips you around once more, bending you over his knee.

“Is for teasing me this whole fucking time.” One firm slap is applied to your bare ass. You yelp in shock -and pleasure- from the impact.

“nnmmjoon!” He continues to spank your ass, hard. Every smack though, earns you a soft bottom rub while he whispers to you;

“That’s my good girl. Taking your punishment so well,”

Smack.

“It’s alright, love. I’ve got you. It’s almost over.”

Smack.

“You’re liking this, huh? Getting spanked by daddy so hard. I bet you could cum just by this.”

Smack.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Being so good for daddy. Can’t wait to fill you up after this.”

Smack.

“You dirty little slut. I’m gunna fuck you so hard you’ll forget every man’s name you’ve ever met. Only having my name in your mouth, got it?”

You can only lay still and take it like his; good, dirty slut..

You’re confused, horny, on the verge of crying, and you just want his dick now. Once you feel the final ass rub, he carefully leans you up, helping you slowly lay back down on the bed. His kisses trail all the way down your chest, hot puffs of air rests before a chilling cool air mixes them both.

“You did so well, baby. Such a good girl for daddy. Do you want your reward now?” He questions, but you’re too exhausted to answer. His voice, now a lot more soothing and calm, questions.

“Do you wanna go to sleep now?” You immediately sit up.

“NO! Pl-Please!” He looks up at you through glassy eyes. Somehow, you both are modeling the same dirty look in each other’s eyes.

“What do you want me to do, love? I need words, honey”

“F-fuck me! Please!” He nods, quickly stripping himself of the boxers he’d been wearing.He reaches over to his nightstand drawer, opens a square packet to slide it over his cock.

Before you could finish your sentence, he slides his cock in between your folds, already throbbing from how tightly your cunt is wrapped around his cock.

“F-fucking s-shit, y/n- You’re so tight, baby” After a few pauses, his thrust began to commence, sending you both into a loud stream of moans and groans, while skin slapping together mix in harmony. You tightly wrap your legs around his waist, not losing a second to begin to match his pace.

‘S-shit y/n.. Y-you’re gonna be the death of me” He chuckles, never missing a beat. Your hands finding the beginnings of his roots, fisting around them for support. Switching back and forth between scratching the living hell out of his shoulders and back, and almost ripping his hair out from such force.

“Fuck baby!” His lips came to catch yours, a heated makeout sesh was just what the doctor ordered for the cream filled pastry to be made. His switch positions, throwing you on top of his own body, making you ride him the rest of the way.

‘Fucking cum with me, baby” his hips thrust up to match your own pace, set to accord.

“F- ComING!-” Your breaths are now slowly coming to a controlled pattern. His sweat drips from his forehead onto your cheeks. His body lays limp on top of your own. His backside now has bruises in straight lines. Once he’s gained a little energy, he leans up to trail sloppy open mouthed kisses along your neck. The intimate act is not going unnoticed.

Before long, his back bedroom door swings open. A woman standing around 5’9 stalks the frame. Black bags and sunglasses sport her look.

“What the fuck Namjoon!!”

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ʙᴛꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ:) (gender neutral!!!!!)

genre:: straight up fluff tbh:,)

` my soul has traveled long and far to find yours. -Ben Maxfield. '

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ - constantly takes Polaroids of you two - HUGS AFTER CONCERTS YUP - helping his English pronunciation sometimes:) - switching between Korean and English while talking - DEFINITELY BRINGS YOU COFFEE AND DONUTS ON WEEKENDS -reading to you:,( - talking abt your future (I'm sobbing bye)

ꜱᴜɢᴀ - going on dates every Friday - ft when he's on tour - buys you flowers (ur favorite kind ofc) - sends you random things that reminded him of you (perfumes, pictures, lyrics etc) - slowly picking up eachothers habits - SQUEEZING HIS ADORABLE CHEEKS - you complimenting him and him getting all shy-

ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ - playing board games:) - KARAOKE OH YEAH - kissing your forehead randomly - laughs at all your jokes (even if they aren't funny) - can't go grocery shopping unless you're there bc he gets nervous - takes you to movies and then complains about how bad they are the whole way home - says he loves you more then Yeontan

ᴊɪɴ - made his contact name worldwide handsome on your phone - winking at you for no reason - practices his English award speeches with you:,) - makes you watch movies for literal children - asks to help you with your makeup (he's not the best but he tries) - SQUEEEEZES while hugging - loves arcades!! he's super competitive though so you have to let him win

ʜᴏʙɪ - ASKS YOU TO PAINT HIS NAILS - coordinating outfits - cutest nicknames for eachothers (sunshine, love, my hope, etc) - loves doing pottery with you! he likes for you to shape it and him to paint it:) - TAKES YOU TO PETTING FARMS, mimics the noises the animals make - you guys definitely have a book club, you read a certain amount of chapters a week then discuss it - singing Disney songs while watching the movies

ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ - Teaches you the dances !!!! even if you didn't ask- - CONSTANT CUDDLES, he loves your presence so hugging you just makes him feel safe - him trying to teach you videogames - listening to eachothers favorite artists so you guys can rant abt their songs/albums - definitely has shampoo, conditioner and a extra toothbrush in his bathroom for you:) - him stealing your phone to play games >:) - AGAIN KARAOKE, THIS MF WILL SING HIS HEART OUT

ᴊɪᴍɪɴ - he just jumpscares you for no reason (will literally just pop out of ur closet-) -getting you his own bt21 plushy as a birthday gift 💀 - will pretend to take pictures of you but will be taking selfies - calling him short. L. - playing roblox together - listening to kpop girl groups together - takes you to concerts:)

lmk if anything was gender specific! ily:) DRINK WATER, EAT, TAKE UR MEDS AND MAKE SURE TO SLEEP WELL!!!!

#bts x reader #bts #bts suga #bts namjoon #bts jin #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts reacts

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namjoonia · 1 year

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JIN | SONG SERIES 🌚

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ꜱᴏɴɢ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊɪɴꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ♥ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏʟᴏ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ, ꜱᴏɴɢᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇꜱ. ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴊɪɴ'ꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ

ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 1 - ᴀꜱᴛʀᴏɴᴀᴜᴛ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 2 - ᴇᴘɪᴘʜᴀɴʏ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 3 - ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 4 - ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴛᴜɴᴀ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 5 - ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 6 - ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 7 - ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ | ʏᴏᴏɴɢɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ | ʜᴏʙɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

Saying a temporary goodbye to Jin is unimaginable still. Despite being a kpop fan for over 16 years, this is never easy. So for a proper farewell, albeit just for a short moment, I wanted to look back at Jin as a songwriter and lyricist - an underappreciated one.

Jin may not be as versed as the BTS main producing trio but he grew immensely as a songwriter and his inspiring approach to life always find its way into Jin's lyrics and the way his song conveys emotions. Let us explore that deeply.

#jin #kim seokjin #jin series #namjoonia series #jinniiie happy birthday #happy birthday jin #kgfxnet #btshoneyhive #bangtanoasis #army edit

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kvmnamjoons · 9 months

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➟✰ ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ(ʀᴍ)'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜꜰʀᴘ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ ꜰᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴀʟ ✰ ( @hollywoodfamerp )

Some aesthetic notes: The mood/lights change for each song Namjoon is performing to convey the emotion behind the song. It can go from upbeat to even a bit melancholic. Just depends on how Namjoon is trying to convey the words he’s singing/rapping.

intro notes: Namjoon comes out a confident look in his eyes before he stands in front of a podium that is set out for the first song of his set that is surrounded by backup dancers, wearing masks and standing like mannequins. He takes a deep breath before he starts)

Persona - ( i described the set up for this but he looks serious during this whole song but later a set that looks like block like screens are there for him to walk across and they all have words on them that are different song titles of BTS songs that have been released)

Trivia: Love - (one of my favorite that he hasn’t performed in awhile where he’s enjoying himself and smiling as he performs the song the whole time)

Wildflower - (he has Youjeen right there performing right beside him during this song since he decided to fly her out to do so. i feel it makes the performance so much more amazing with hearing her voice live along with his)

Still Life - (another song he’s just vibing with. it’s a song that has Anderson Paak on it but the man himself isn’t there with him. Namjoon is bouncing around on the stage and just enjoying every minute of it as he sings/raps)

Closer - (another guest appears! Paul Blanco comes out and sings his parts of the song which Namjoon sways to when he’s not performing himself. it’s an amazing song and I will forever love Paul Blanco’s voice)

Hectic - (the last guest appears and it is Colde. There are moments of Namjoon vibing while Colde performs his lines)

Lonely - (This gives a different feel and conveys the emotions that Namjoon has. His face shows that as he performs that but doesn’t let himself feel anything too much if he can help it)

All Day - (This I thought was a nice way to end his set since it’s so upbeat and he bounces around on stage as well which is precious)

ending notes: most of these performances were from a place where he actually performed all the songs for his album in front of fans. the other two are from past shows so were gonna ignore the changing hair colors and his ages in those. he’s only performed the songs from his solo album a couple of times so the footage I could find was before he shaved his hair super short. Besides that though, I feel he might have sprinkled in a few songs from BTS that he did with the other members of the rap line but I just kept it to these. If you clicked any of the names, I hope you enjoyed each song and got a feel of what it’s like with Namjoon performing by himself.

#✩｡｡✩what i wished for.work #hfrpmusicfestival #tw: long post #tw: flashing lights #//didn't go as hard as the last one but shared my love for joon as well as his songs

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btsuga-d · 12 hours

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Can You See Me || Prologue ʚɞ

↬ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ

↬ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ

𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝙼𝚒𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒 𝚡 𝙱𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝙲!𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚕

↬ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ

↬ ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ

460 ᴡ.

↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

𝙽𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛.

↬ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎! 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟾 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍! 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜.

↬ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ - 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯

↬ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ - ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ - ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪ

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎?

Her dream had always been to become a portraitist. Art, the pure one, was imprinted in the furrowed brows of people walking down the street. In the smiles of children when they recognized their parent's eyes at the school gate. In the pain accentuated by expression lines due to significant loss. True art marked the faces of people.

Lee Iseul had always been a creative child, a girl capable of conveying on paper the complicated emotions painted on the human face. She wanted to study for this, to become what her mother had been before her. An artist with nimble fingers, creator of a world beyond the real one, designer of a false yet strikingly similar reality.

Her world revolved around this. After graduating, she attempted the entrance exam for the Academy of Fine Arts, one of Seoul's most prestigious. Her mother supported her in that choice, just as her father would have, had he still been with her.

Lee Dongsun had disappeared a year ago, before the girl could fulfill her dream of enrolling in university. The reasons for his disappearance remained mysterious. One day he had left home and never returned. After about a year, his name had been removed from the list of missing persons, but Iseul knew what her mother had never been able to admit aloud, perhaps afraid that she might nurture false hopes.

Iseul was an empathetic girl, and in her heart, she felt that her father was still alive.

Her bedroom was full of portraits of the man who had given her life. She had drawn his face so many times that she now felt like he was truly by her side. But he wasn't there, even though he was constantly in her thoughts, like an indelible stain that she couldn't erase.

One morning, a letter arrived informing her that she could attend university art classes. She had been accepted. She was so happy that she could have squeezed Bomi, her German Shepherd puppy. Her first thought was of her father, and how proud he would have been of her.

Unfortunately, that was the last happy moment before that fateful day. The next morning, her life changed radically, becoming a hell on earth.

Her dream of becoming a portraitist? She watched it slip away as if it were a speck of dust.

The piercing pain in her head and those brown, frightening eyes, thin and bloodshot with malice, she could never forget them. Just like those sculpted features, blonde hair soaked in sweat and skin as white as milk.

And so she did.

She relegated that face to a corner of her memory, especially his eyes, because they were the last thing she saw before her world turned dark.

She had lost her sight.

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yawnzip · 8 months

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ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴅᴀᴢᴇᴅ

#bts aesthetic #bts icons #bts moodboard #namjoon icons #namjoon #namjoon aesthetic #namjoon moodboard #kpop moodboard

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oscolotlxzooxx · 6 months

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𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

🌕- will write for

🌗-maybe will write for

🌙-Only will write for if given a prompt

・ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴋ sᴀʏs ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ's, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ. ɪᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ! sᴏ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ(ɪ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ) ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ^^・

・ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ! ・

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・sʟɪᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴄʜᴇʀ ・🌕

・sᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ɢᴀᴍᴇs・🌙

・sᴛᴀʀᴅᴇᴡ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ・🌕

・sᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀɪᴏ ʙʀᴏs・

・ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴛᴀʟᴇ・🌙

𝙺𝚙𝚘𝚙

・ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴍʏ ʙɪᴀsᴇs ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ, ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ?・

・ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴɪᴛs ᴏғ ɴᴄᴛ・

・Aespa | Bias: Winter ・

・ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ | ʙɪᴀs: ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ | ʙɪᴀs ʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ: ʏᴏᴇsᴀɴɢ ・🌕

・ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴘɪɴᴋ・

・ʙᴏʏɴᴇxᴛᴅᴏᴏʀ・

・ʙᴛs | ʙɪᴀs: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ | ʙɪᴀs ʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀs: Yoongi & J-Hope | (it's always the rappers. 🤦)・🌕

・ᴇɴʜʏᴘᴇɴ | ʙɪᴀs: ᴊᴀᴋᴇ・

・ɪᴛᴢʏ・

・ʟᴇ ssᴇʀᴀғɪᴍ・

・ɴᴇᴡᴊᴇᴀɴs・

・sʜɪɴᴇᴇ・

・sᴛʀᴀʏᴋɪᴅs | ʙɪᴀs: ʙᴀɴɢᴄʜᴀɴ | ʙɪᴀs ʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ: ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ・🌕

・ᴛxᴛ | ʙɪᴀs: sᴏᴏʙɪɴ・

・xɪᴋᴇʀs | ʙɪᴀs: ʏᴇᴄʜᴀɴ・

𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜

・ᴀᴅᴏ・

・ᴀɢᴜsᴛ ᴅ・🌕

・ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴅ sᴇᴠᴇɴғᴏʟᴅ・

・ʙᴀʙʏ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ・

・ʙɪʟʟɪᴇ ᴇɪʟɪsʜ・

・ᴄᴀᴠᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ・

・ᴅᴇʟᴀɴᴇʏ ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏ・

・ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ・

・ғʟᴏʀɪsᴛ・

・ɢᴏʀɪʟʟᴀᴢ・

・ᴊ. ᴄᴏʟᴇ・

・ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ 5・

・ʟɪʟ ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ・

・ʟɪᴀɴᴀ ғʟᴏʀᴇs・

・ᴍᴀᴄ ᴅᴇᴍᴀʀᴄᴏ・

・ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ・

・ɴɪʀᴠᴀɴᴀ・

・ᴏᴅᴇᴛᴀʀɪ・

・ᴏᴢᴢʏ ᴏsʙᴏᴜʀɴᴇ・

・sɪɢɴ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇs ᴍᴏᴛᴏʀɪsᴛ・

・ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ・

・ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ・

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜/𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜

・ᴄᴏʀʏxᴋᴇɴsʜɪɴ・

・ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɢʀᴜᴍᴘs・

・ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴇʏᴇ・

・ᴋᴜʙᴢ sᴄᴏᴜᴛs・

・ʟᴀʀʀᴀʏ・

・ᴍᴀʀᴋɪᴘʟɪᴇʀ・

・ʀᴀɴʙᴏᴏ・

・sᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟʙʏ・

・sʟᴍᴄᴄʟ・

・sɴᴇᴇɢ・

・sᴛᴜʀɴɪᴏʟᴏ ᴛʀɪᴘʟᴇᴛs・

𝙺𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜

・ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴜs ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ・🌙

・ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ・🌙

・ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʜᴏᴜɴᴅs・🌓

・ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ʀᴜsʜ・

・ʜᴇʟʟʙᴏᴜɴᴅ・

・sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ・🌙

・sǫᴜɪᴅ ɢᴀᴍᴇ・

・ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴄᴀɴɴʏ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ・🌓

・ᴛʀᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜsᴀɴ・

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

・ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏss・🌗

・ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀʟʏ ʙᴏxᴍᴀɴ sʜᴏᴡ・

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