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veethefreeelf · 6 months
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RM / KIM NAMJOON Fic Recs (I)
M - Mature (minors DNI) / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending
None of these works are mine, I tagged all the authors, make sure to go to the authors page, like and reblog their works
new guy - one-shot, 5.5K - by @kithtaehyung - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Solace - one-shot, 13.5K - by @m-yg93 - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
the interpretation of dreams - one-shot, 13.8K - by @ppersonna - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
out of my league mini Series by @ppersonna (go through their masterlist, trust) -> M / A / F / HpE
lost in the funhouse - one-shot, 9.7K - by @dovechim - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE?
The Body Through Time - one-shot, 10.9K - by @yeoldontknow - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
False awakening - one-shot, 6.8K - by @taleasnewastime - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Between the pages - one-shot, 4.5K - by @hwanghyunjinenthusiast - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
you, after all - one-shot, 6.8K - by @effortandmore - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
the sleeping hours - one-shot, 12K - by @effortandmore again because their writing is beautiful -> M / A / F / HpE
tuesday moon - one-shot, 7.7K - by @effortandmore again. Just read all of their Masterlist, please, you won't regret it -> M / F / HpE
worth all your while Series by @effortandmore (just leave here and go to their page) -> M / minor A / F / HpE
promises - one-shot, 18K - by @jeonbunnie - full Masterlist -> M / major A / F / You can choose your ending
lacuna - one-shot, 7K - by @eoieopda - full Masterlist - this one has a prequel and a sequel, do yourself a favor and read all of them -> M / A / F / HpE
The Making of: Love - one-shot, 12.7K - by @inkjam-moon - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Not Another Holiday Romance - one-shot, 32.3K - by @kpopfanfictrash - full Masterlist - this one is one of my absolute favorites, they never disappoint -> M / A / F / HpE
The Rich Man's Crochet Club - one-shot, 32.4K - by the incredible @kpopfanfictrash again -> M / A / F / HpE
My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold Series by @daechwitatamic - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
give and take - one-shot, 10.5K - by @ddaenggtan - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
midnight wishes - one-shot, 10.3K - by @ddaenggtan again because they write Namjoon beautifully -> M / A / F / HpE
Moon Child - one-shot, 16K - by @adonis-koo - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Scent of a Woman - one-shot, 10K - by @sahmfanficbts - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
The Take-Home Test - one-shot, 11.3K - by @versigny - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
keep in step - one-shot, 2.6K - by @jjkeverlast - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
On With The Show - one-shot, 33.9K - by @joheunsaram - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
reflection - one-shot, 18.6K - by @jimilter - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
A Fine Line Series by @moni-logues - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
All Night - one-shot, 12K - by @luaspersona - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
real magic - one-shot, 16.7K - @here2bbtstrash - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
deep end - one-shot, 4.2K - by @here2bbtstrash again because their writing is incredible -> M / F / HpE
The Stand-In - one-shot, 13.5K - by @yoonia - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
doom boy - one-shot, 4.2K - by @soft4gguk - full Masterlist -> M / HpE
s u g a r - one-shot, 10.8K - by @joonberriess - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
rivals academia - one-shot, 4.2K - by @aseaofyoongi - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / HpE
Love Language - one-shot, 14K - by @rmnamjoons - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Castaways - one-shot, 25.5K - by @rmnamjoons - this one is absolute GOLD -> M / A / F / HpE
all aboard! (the passion express) - one-shot, 10.8K - by @ve1vetyoongi - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Inside My Mind - one-shot, 19.2K - by @jimlingss - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
His Majesty - one-shot, 9.6K - by @yoonieper - full Masterlist -> M / A / minor F / HpE
Dragonfire - one-shot, 7.3K - by @hamsterclaw - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
obsessed - one-shot, 13.8K - by @namjuicyy - full Masterlist - really read the trigger warnings for this one please, it's not for everyone (it's brilliant tho) -> M / A / F / HpE
Untitled - one-shot, 16K - by @ahundredtimesover - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Dino-Mite - one-shot, 34.7K - by @chimcess - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Cherry Muffins and Lavender Tea - one-shot, 8.1K - by @roses-ruby - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
English literature - one-shot, 7.6K - by @tayegi - full Masterlist - this one also has a sequel, be sure to check it out as well -> M / F / HpE
glasses-clad boy - one-shot, 10K - by @jeongi - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Love Borrowed - one-shot, 7K - by @goldenkookietae - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Love is Blind - one-shot, 7.4K - by @helenazbmrskai - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
the snow globe effect - one-shot, 10K - by @gukyi - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
there was a bug - one-shot, 7K - by @kimnjss - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
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blog-name-idk · 1 year
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The Package Thief (KNJ)
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Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem Reader
Genre: Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Humor
Summary: You have a new neighbor who is incredibly attractive. Unfortunately, he seems to hate you for no discernable reason at all. Does he think that just because he's hot, he can get away with being an asshole?
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Fem Reader
Genre: Neighbors/Enemies to Lovers, Fluff, Humor
Word Count: 3,473
Warnings: Language, dimples, Namtiddies
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The first time you saw your tall, handsome, dimple-cheeked neighbor, you were thrilled to have some eye candy in your apartment building. You had just moved in, and when he smiled at you in the lobby, you could have sworn you heard birds chirp and angels sing.
When you spotted him again while gathering up the packages for your floor, you perked up, hoping it would be your chance to get his name.
"Oh hey! Could you hold that for me?" you called as he stepped past the sliding doors. You juggled the boxes awkwardly in your hand as you hurried forward with a smile, only for the handsome stranger to glare at you as if you were doing something wrong. He then pressed a button that was clearly not to keep the door open, because it slid shut in your face.
"What the fuck?" you asked the air, staring at the metal frame incredulously. Who the hell did something like that? Did this asshole think he was too good to share the elevator with you?
Ugh, it figured. Of course someone that hot would never have learned to be a good person.
With a sigh, you jammed the "up" button with your elbow to wait for the next one. Your ire cooled as you waited, and you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he just had to take a shit really badly or something, and what you thought was a glare was actually his constipated face. He would probably apologize the next time you ran into each other.
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Your neighbor did not apologize the next time you ran into each other.
If anything, he seemed to glare harder. And then the prick closed the door in your face, again. Unbelievable.
You weren't going to take this abuse laying down, so whenever you were in the position to do so, you returned the favor. It felt good to see the same irritation on his face each time the metal door slid shut, and you relished in your petty victories. He deserved a taste of his own medicine. Did he really think that just because he was hot, he could get away with being a dick?
On this particular day, you had worked late to clean up after a coworker's mistakes, and you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was take off your shoes and bra and listen to some music while you fought off the urge to angry cry.
Of course, because the universe hated you, you got to the lobby to see the smug, obnoxious smirk on your neighbor's face as he jammed the door close button. You clenched your teeth, feeling heat and frustration build behind your eyes, and gave him your most venomous glare as you flipped him off. You were not going to give this horrible piece of shit the satisfaction of seeing you upset.
Once he was gone, you pressed the elevator button, only to notice the sign indicating the other was broken. So you had to wait for piece-of-shit to get to whatever the fuck floor he lived on before it came back. It was a small thing, but enough to break through the cracks of your composure, and you felt hot tears begin to leak down your face.
You wiped your eyes angrily and took several deep breaths while you pulled yourself back together. Well, if you were going to have to wait, you might as well bring the packages up to your floor again. No point in leaving them down here for anyone to take.
As you waited for the elevator, you wondered how in the world anyone could be such a raging asshole.
~~~~~
"God, someone stole a package again yesterday," groaned Namjoon over a glass of scotch. It was Friday, the first night he had free in weeks, and it felt good to unwind after being frustrated by his bitchy neighbor for so long. Seriously, what was up with her? Did she think that just because she was hot she could get away with stealing peoples' mail?
"Again?" Jimin said in surprise, taking a sip of his own drink. "What about building management?"
"What do you mean?" Namjoon asked with a baffled furrow of his brow. Jimin lived in the same building, but on a different floor. Now that Namjoon thought about it, he'd also never heard his friend complain about a single package stolen.
"Do they just not bring up your stuff soon enough?" Jimin questioned, cocking his head. "The girl who brings the packages for my floor even organizes them by unit order."
What the hell was Jimin on about? That wasn't a thing. Oblivious to his friend's confusion, Jimin rambled on, and Namjoon pondered on this new mystery. The only person he'd ever seen picking up several packages was –
"She's really cute too, and she's always smiling."
Okay nevermind, it wasn't her. He doubted he'd seen an expression on her face other than irritation and spite. She was definitely attractive, but hot bitch wasn't really the type that turned him on.
"Oh, there she is, actually!" Jimin chirped in excitement, eyes sparkling as he waved at someone over Namjoon's shoulder. "Hey, [y/n]!"
The mystery girl in question greeted his friend with a vaguely familiar voice, and when Namjoon turned to see who it was, he felt his stomach drop.
You stared back, clearly just as shocked, and Namjoon did his best not to ogle. You weren't wearing anything outrageous, just tight-fitting jeans, a slinky top that hugged your curves, and heels that highlighted how your ass filled out said tight-fitting jeans. Even without the clothes, the smile on your face was enough to make his stomach do something funny, though it quickly faded when you recognized him.
"This is my friend Namjoon!" Jimin continued cheerfully, oblivious to the tense atmosphere suddenly hanging over the table. "He lives in our building! Namjoon, this is [y/n], she's the building person that brings up our packages."
You gave a forced smile, and Namjoon felt the beginning prickles of nausea and anxiety as he realized he might have made a tiny misjudgment.
"I just do it for our floor because it's on the way," you explained quietly, avoiding his gaze. The edges of your smile grew warmer when you looked at Jimin, transforming your face from glacial beauty to soft sincerity.
"Then I definitely owe you a drink," Jimin responded with a laugh, motioning for Namjoon to scoot over to give you room to sit. He obeyed woodenly, mind racing as guilt weighed down his heart.
"Don't worry about it," you assured him with a chuckle that made something in Namjoon's chest ache. "I'm about to walk home, anyway."
"Alone?"
You looked at Namjoon in surprise, and he realized he spoke aloud. He cleared his throat, feeling like a stupid lump as he looked down at his drink with warm cheeks. Despite the relative proximity of the apartment, he didn't like the idea of you alone this late at night.
"Yeah? It's not that far," you said suspiciously, as if waiting for a snide comment. It made his chest sink, though it wasn't as if you didn't have a good reason for your misgivings. He spoke up again, hoping maybe he could talk to you and have the chance to explain his earlier behavior.
"Why don't you have a drink with us, and we can all walk back together?"
To his surprise, you stiffened and the corners of your mouth tightened into a thin line.
"Why? So you can make me take another elevator?" you asked angrily, making Namjoon flush and Jimin look between the two of you in confusion. "No thanks, my week has been exhausting enough already. I'll see you around, Jimin."
With that, you stomped away in unfortunately righteous indignation, and Namjoon barely had time to admire the sway of your hips before Jimin piped up.
"What was that all about?" his friend asked with a frown, his usually twinkling eyes now boring into Namjoon's. He felt heat creep up his face as he sighed and began to tell Jimin the entire saga, from how he had assumed you were stealing packages and proceeded to close the elevator door in your face, to the current state of antagonism. By the time he was finished, his friend's mouth was hanging open, and he felt more embarrassment at just how childishly he had acted.
"Joonie, I'm just really surprised," said Jimin wonderingly as he rubbed his forehead. "It's not like you to be like that."
Namjoon winced, knowing he was right. He liked to think that he was the more mature, level-headed one of their friend group, above silly squabbles and petty revenge. Obviously he had overestimated himself.
"I hope you haven't done anything recently, I think she's been having a hard time at work," Jimin mused, and Namjoon felt the lead weight of guilt in his stomach grow heavier. At this rate it was going to fall out of his butt. "She was crying in the lobby yesterday."
Well fuck. He really was an asshole.
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You had just arrived home and flopped facedown on your couch when your recharging was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door. With a groan, you forced yourself up and peered through your peephole. What the fuck?
You made sure your chain lock was fastened before you unlocked the latch and cracked the door open, peering at your visitor dubiously.
"What do you want?" you asked, eyeing a beaming Namjoon in suspicion. You had never seen him look so cheerful, and you had to remind yourself he was not a golden retriever, no matter how cute he looked with flour dusting his nose or how deep his dimples were.
"I made cookies," he said happily, and you realized he was holding a paper plate covered in crumpled tin foil. "To apologize for the way I've been acting towards you."
You felt your brows raise at his statement, and you cast your eyes behind him in mistrust. Where had this one-eighty come from? Was it just because his friend lived on your floor?
Namjoon's shoulders drooped slightly at your lack of response, and he began to shift in place awkwardly.
"Um, I just – so I know I've been a dick to you," he began, chewing his lip and looking adorably embarrassed. "This is gonna sound stupid but I thought you were stealing packages when I saw you holding all of them."
For a moment, all you could do was stare.
"You thought that I would steal a bunch of packages, in the building I live in, while other residents were around?" you asked incredulously, making Namjoon turn bright red and clear his throat.
"Well, when you put it that way…" he mumbled awkwardly. "I just… I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I hope we can start over."
He peered at you with such hopeful eyes that you felt your resolve crumble, and when you unhooked the chain from your door you could have sworn you saw a tail wagging.
"Okay," you replied, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the way he had perked up. Those dimples were serious weapons against your ability to hold a grudge. You held out your hand. "I'm [y/n], and I do not steal packages."
Namjoon laughed, a low, rich sound that you felt vibrate in your stomach, and took your hand in a firm, warm grip.
"I'm Namjoon, and I'm an idiot who jumps to crazy conclusions," he said with a grin that deepened the stupidly cute divots in his cheeks. Then he had to let go to save the wobbling plate of cookies from an untimely demise before holding it toward you with a look of chagrin.
You accepted his offering with a laugh, feeling like a warm bubble was floating in your chest. Then you bade your hot, not-asshole neighbor goodbye and set the plate on your kitchen table. You peeked under the foil, and decided maybe one cookie before dinner was acceptable. Or maybe two, if –
You took a bite of the soft, delicious looking pastry and immediately spat it out in disgust. What the fuck.
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Namjoon Hyung! It worked!
Jin Wait, you actually made the cookies?
Namjoon Yes! They came out perfectly No fires and only a few cracked eggs on my floor!
Jin I'm impressed How'd they taste?
Namjoon Oh fuck
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For the second time tonight, your evening was interrupted by unwelcome pounding at your door. You didn't even bother to check who it was this time.
"What do you have this time?" you snarled through the door, wondering if it was worth it to open it so you could strangle Namjoon's handsome neck. "Oreos with toothpaste filling?"
The knocking ceased, and a small, timid voice spoke up on the other side of the wood.
"Oh… you had one…"
"Unfortunately," you said shortly, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep his woebegone tone from softening your ire.
"I was hoping you hadn't yet," he wheezed through the door. "I forgot to taste them before I gave them to you."
He sounded sincere, and suddenly you realized he was speaking through pants, as if he was out of breath.
"Did you run all the way up here to warn me?" you asked in surprise, mollified enough to unlock your door and open it to reveal a rumpled looking Namjoon, bent over with his hands on his knees.
"Yeah – I didn't want to wait for the elevator," he replied, red-cheeked from exertion. "I'm sorry, I'm actually a disaster cook but I really thought I did a good job this time."
You felt your lips twitch into a smile at the imagine of tall, handsome Namjoon tasting a cookie and then immediately bolting up however many flights of stairs to stop you from eating them. What a clumsy idiot. A clumsy, adorable idiot.
"Do you want some water?" you asked, stepping aside to invite him in.
"That would be amazing," he gasped, giving you a grateful look as he walked inside. As he passed you, you noticed a few beads of sweat rolling down his temple. He really was even more attractive up close.
You directed him to sit on your couch as you grabbed a glass of water, and he picked up the book you had left on your coffee table.
"Oh, you read Murakami?" he asked as he looked at the cover. "I haven't read this one yet, is it any good?"
"It's my first, actually," you replied as you set the glass in front of him, sitting on the couch a respectable distance away. "I think he presents ideas of loneliness and intimacy in interesting ways. Does he always write the women as accessories to the male protagonists, though?"
"Haha… unfortunately, yes," Namjoon agreed, his dangerous dimples making another appearance as he smiled apologetically at you. "Do you read a lot?"
"I try, but not as much as I used to," you said with a sigh, letting your head fall back to rest on the back of your couch. "After work sometimes I'm too mentally exhausted to do anything but exist."
"But you still bring your floor's packages up?" Namjoon said in surprise, turning his wide chest towards you and giving you his full attention. You tried not to stare at the way his pecs strained against his plain white shirt, but between his body and his face there was nowhere safe for your gaze to land.
"It's not like it's that much extra effort," you said with a shrug. "Why wouldn't I when it's easy?"
"It wouldn't even cross most peoples' minds to do it," Namjoon replied, eyes locked on yours and making your cheeks feel warm. "You're a nice person, [y/n]."
"I-it's really not a big deal," you said feebly, your chest fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. You cast about your mind for a change in subject, because the way he was smiling at you was dangerous for your heart. "How did you fuck up those cookies so spectacularly, anyway?"
Your question worked to take that piercing gaze off of you, and Namjoon turned a pretty shade of pink as he looked down at his knees.
"I uh – I'm really not sure," he muttered in embarrassment, making you want to coo at how cute he was.
"Did you… follow a recipe?" you asked in consternation, watching his cheeks grow even redder.
"I… yeah, but…" he mumbled, eyes glancing around before settling on the glass of water. He grabbed it and took a large swig, and you did your best to ignore the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.
"But?" you urged, amusement lacing your voice as this once-asshole stammered and squirmed uncomfortably on your sofa.
"Why wouldn't more vanilla extract make it taste better?" Namjoon whined, making you put your hand over your mouth to hide a snort.
"Oh my god, you didn't," you giggled, his chagrined pout doing as much to endear him to you as the previous half our combined. "It also tasted like you switched salt for sugar."
"Dammit," he groaned, flopping backwards so he was oddly contorted on the couch, feet still on the ground but his hips twisted so his back was laying on your cushions. His knees knocked against yours and he shot back up with an apologetic look, but all you could do was laugh harder.
"My friend who gave me the recipe was just impressed I didn't burn anything down," he sighed, though he seemed relieved that you looked more amused than irritated.
"You… you really don't cook, do you?" you chortled, scooting a little closer so you could nudge his shoulder with yours.
"I'm your stereotypical bachelor," he replied with a sigh, draping an arm behind you, across the back of the couch. You felt your heart flutter again at the smooth combination of the physical action with the way he confirmed he was single.
"So no pretty ladies – or men – to teach you?" you teased, leaning further into his body. He met your eyes with his warm gaze, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
"Nope," he murmured, arm slipping off the sofa to rest lightly atop your shoulders, so precarious that it was clear he was half-expecting you to shrug him off.
"I guess that means I should invite you to stay for dinner," you said with a smile, enjoying the ego boost when his eyes brightened.
"No pretty men – or ladies – who would be upset by that?" he hedged, those dastardly dimples making their reappearance as he leaned closer, gaze flickering to your lips. His arm slipped lower to hug your waist, and you let him pull you closer.
"Only one who would be upset if you refused," you murmured with a smirk, tangling your fingers in his shirt as you tugged him toward you.
His lips were warm against yours, even softer than they looked, and you let out a pleased sigh as you melted into his firm chest. A low groan rumbled from his throat, sending warm tingles shooting from your chest through your limbs, and you sucked his plump lower lip between your teeth.
"I really just thought you were a hot asshole," you said with a laugh, pulling away despite the heat beginning to settle in your core.
"I mean, I was definitely an asshole," he mumbled, cheeks pink as his gaze stayed glued to your lips. Then his eyes widened. "Uh, h-hot?"
You snorted at his surprise, giving him a very obvious once over. Namjoon's face flamed even redder, which was absolutely adorable.
"Have you seen yourself?" you teased, letting your hands rest on his shoulders.
"Nah, too busy looking at you," he replied quietly, and it was your turn to be flustered. How had he turned the tables like that so quickly?
"Ha ha," you said awkwardly, cursing yourself for your inability to formulate a coherent response. He was supposed to be the idiot, not you. At your response, those dimples made their reappearance, and you stood up to prevent yourself from melting into a gooey puddle.
"Anyway, I'm gonna start dinner."
You said it in a rush, in the hopes that Namjoon didn't realize how giddy he was making you.
"Oh! Let me help!"
He began to get up from the couch, and you promptly shoved him back down.
"For the love of god, please don't," you teased with a laugh, pressing a kiss on his nose to ease the sting of your words. "Just sit there and look pretty. Moral support."
Namjoon smiled back at you, eyes warm and affectionate, and you wondered if you would even be able to focus properly while this mancake was lounging on your couch.
"As you wish."
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persphonesorchid · 5 months
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Orbiting Jupiter - KNJ
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Summary: Namjoon has never met someone like you in a long time. Jupiter to his Ganymede; he's stuck in your orbit.
Warnings: Lots of anxiety on Namjoon's part, mentions of being stalked, Namjoon hurts himself more than anything bc he's clumsy. Smut (Minors begone.): Unprotected sex, mutual masterbation, light spit play, Namjoon's daddy kink is a brief topic of interest lol. I think that's all, let me know if i missed any!
Word count: 13.4k
Genre: Idolverse, strangers to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst (it's not much, promise :)) Smut
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Notes: FINALLY FINISHED!! This would have been out a whole lot sooner, but i've been dealing with life, stress, a breakup...more stress lol. But it's all good now! I really hope you guys enjoy this, and please leave feedback, even if it's just a little smiley face in the comments! Have a good day!!
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Namjoon is dressed casually enough, he thinks. Inconspicuously enough that he won’t be recognized, enough that he could become another face in the crowd; enough to blend in.
It’s early, but the city is bustling with people starting their day. He tries not to be suspicious, as much as he could. Tries to navigate a city he’s been in many times before like he’s lived there his whole life. He tries not to look over his shoulder too much, guard up, like he’s just waiting for someone to run up to him and demand his attention. The mask and hat he picked out before he sneaked out of his hotel room brought him little comfort. He hopes that no one would give him a second glance or look too closely.
To this day he’d never understand how his fans can tell him apart by the way he walks, or by his eyes alone. So, he keeps his head down, hands in his pockets, and tries not to think too much about his stride.
He’s not sure what he’s looking for, what he’s doing out of his hotel room so early. He has no schedule today, free to do what he likes, and he just needed to get out for a minute or two. He wasn’t planning on straying too far, especially since he’s told no one that he was leaving. He found himself just walking, though, enjoying the sights and the people leading simple lives.
He finds a little café after walking some more, and stands outside it, out of the way of the door to avoid being an issue. It’s crowded inside, and anxiety curls in his stomach as he contemplates going in. He believes no one would recognize him, he hopes that no one would look too long, and he steps inside.
It’s a bit quieter than he expected, people talking in low murmurs amongst themselves. The loudest things being the sound of a coffee grinder running and a barista calling someone for their order. It’s a small café, more dining space than workspace, and Namjoon wanders over to the resister and orders without issue.
His eyes trail over the other patrons, everyone absorbed in their own worlds and conversations. The table he eyes quickly gets taken while he collects his iced Americano and he sighs softly, despite the amount of people in, he doesn’t want to leave yet, and the only available spot to sit comes with another person. Namjoon weighs his options. He could go outside, find a little park to sit in and drink his coffee, or he could risk it here, where someone has yet to pay him any mind. It’s been so long since he’s been able to walk freely, he knows he’ll miss it when he goes back through the front door.
So, with cautious steps, he walks over to the table with the only available seat.
“Excuse me...” Namjoon softly calls, briefly contemplating on tapping your shoulder; you’re reading a book, and he knows well how easily one can get lost in those. You look up though, the tiny furrow between your brows gives way to your confusion, as well as the little humming sound you make. “Sorry...do you mind if I...”
Namjoon motions to the chair across from you, and you look at it and then back to him for a few seconds before realization blooms in your eyes.
“Oh! No, of course...just...go ahead.” Your smile is pretty, Namjoon notes, and he realizes, as he thanks you and sits, that you recognize him. You stare at him in a knowing kind of way, and before Namjoon can up and leave, you simply smile the way you had before, as though he was any other stranger wanting to share your table. He watches with bated breath, trying to stay calm just in case, and you just go back to reading your book.
There’s no fanfare, no freaking out and drawing attention, or asking for a photo and too invasive questions. You don’t even look at him again. The sound of you flipping the pages of your book melds into the background noise of the space, and Namjoon finds it strange. He thanks his stars, though, he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and risk losing his head.
He relaxes when you continue to pretend he isn’t sitting in front of you, your eyes following the words on the page. There’s a tap of your fingers against the wooden tabletop, and a minute shake of your head before you close your eyes for a moment. You take an agitated breath, and Namjoon pauses the movement of him trying to get the straw underneath the bottom of his mask and watching you at the same time. He tries to peek at the cover of the book you’re reading, curious.
You shake your head again, muttering to yourself before going back to reading, your expression quickly blanks as you start back up again. Namjoon sips his coffee, for once feeling relaxed in a room full of strangers and lets his eyes trail elsewhere. Over to the little potted flowers that line the windows, or the people passing outside.
There’s a sudden squeak from you and Namjoon looks at you in time to catch the look of utter disbelief on your face. With frantic fingers you fish a bookmark from the back pages of the book before marking your spot and closing the book with a soft smack. Gently, with enough care that someone would think you’re handling glass, you place the book onto the table with a sigh and pick up your drink. You still don’t look his way, sipping at your drink with a frown and an irritated draw to your brows. Not that Namjoon is complaining, he swears he isn’t. It’s just...weird. He expected you to at least sneak a glance by now.
Curiosity should be a cardinal sin, as it’s gotten him into trouble more times than he could count, but Namjoon decides to dig his own grave anyway.
“What were you reading?” He asks, and it takes a moment, you’re clearly in your head, staring off at nothing and muttering into your drink. You look at him when his words finally break through.
“Huh? Oh...” You set your cup down, turning the book to him, “'The Desolation of Devil’s Acre'. It’s the last book of a series I’m following, and the main character is just...” You sigh through your nose, “He’s an idiot.”
You talk to him like any stranger, it almost made Namjoon think that you didn’t recognize him at all. He still sees it in your eyes, and as you’ve been adamant not to, he doesn’t address it either.
“I’d bet...” Namjoon chuckles, “If your reaction was anything to go by.”
There’s an embarrassed air about you now as you let out a soft laugh. Namjoon wants to smack himself though, he’d just told you that he’s been staring at you long enough to notice.
“Ah, yeah.” You wave a hand, “I bought it earlier...I was too excited and just got into it but Jacob is an idiot. He just makes me wanna reach in there and smack him silly.”
“Is it good?” Namjoon nods at the book, taking a moment to look at the cover. It’s black and white, a little girl sits on a black chair, a wall of photos is the backdrop, staring into the camera with big clear eyes and someone’s hand is tugging on the sleeve of the black and white chequered striped dress. It seems like a horror novel if Namjoon is being honest.
“I haven’t read much of this one yet, but the previous ones are amazing. Too bad the movie didn’t follow it correctly.” There’s an excitement in your eyes, and you seem perfectly content to rave about all the ways the movie went wrong and did the book absolutely no justice. Namjoon nods along, throwing questions at you about the books when he can, and by the time you’re done he’s laughing at something, and you are too. His iced Americano is now just an Americano that’s just slightly cold, more water than coffee, but Namjoon doesn’t mind and drinks it anyway. He still hasn’t removed his mask, but you don’t seem too bothered by it.
“It just would’ve been so much better if they’d followed the book correctly. I was so excited about the movie, and they just went and messed it up.” You sigh, taking a sip at your drink, Namjoon’s sure it’s cold by now. “You should give it a read, though...” You tilt your head at him, humming, and Namjoon tilts his head back, you can’t see it, but he smiles, the furrowing of his brows you do see.
“What?” Namjoon asks, a little amused by your sudden pause. You study him for a minute, but he’s comfortable enough in this space you’ve created that it doesn’t set off the usual alarm bells in his head. You’ve done wonders for treating him as just another person. Simply Kim Namjoon, who wandered into this small café and took the seat opposite you, and not RM of a globally recognized pop septet.
“You don’t strike me as a fantasy guy.” You say, eyes slightly narrowed.
“Oh yeah? And what do I strike you as?”
He leans forward a bit, genuinely curious, unintentionally flirty. He does his best to reel himself in, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You take it in stride, though, despite the flush to your cheeks and the embarrassed air that lingers.
“Philosophy, poetry...maybe a bit of romance.” You finally say, smiling a bit.
Namjoon hums, leaning back into his chair, “You know a lot.” He says, but between the string of words lies the unspoken ‘You know me.’. He studies you as you study him, your face betraying no emotion.
You simply shrug, lifting your cup to your lips again, “Human decency.”
Namjoon quite likes your company, and he spends an hour more sitting opposite you, enjoying the sense of normalcy you provide. He wonders what you both look like to onlookers, like two friends who haven't seen each other in a while and are simply catching up. It feels that way for Namjoon.
He sits there until his coffee is finished and yours is too and you’ve tucked your book away and you're both talking again about anything that comes to mind. You don’t ask him about his work, but you ask about what he’s into these days, he recommends books and music he’s sure you’ve never heard of, and you do the same.
Time passes and then some more, and it's enough time for someone to realize that he’s missing. His phone vibrates against his leg right in the middle of him explaining why he thinks some things that happen in life can’t simply be chalked up to coincidences and he startles, leg jerking, knocking his knee against the underside of the table.
It rattles the empty cups topside with a dull thud and a sharp pain shooting up Namjoon’s leg, you wince with him, and he mutters a string of expletives. Rubbing a hand furiously against the offended spot, Namjoon fishes his phone from the pocket of his jeans, not bothering to check who’s calling before he answers.
“Hello?”
“Namjoon-ah, where are you?” Seokjin’s voice is a little far away and a little distracted. He suddenly yells a curse and Namjoon can only assume he’s spent his morning breaking in some new game he bought. “Sejin-nim was looking for – fuck, I hate this game – something about a briefing. You’re not in your room.”
“Ah, Hyung. I took a walk...I’m not far. Yeah – I'm coming back...Okay.” Namjoon glances at you as he pockets his phone again, smiling with his eyes.
You smile back, waving a hand, understanding as he picks up the empty take away cup and stands to leave. There’s no complaint from you, nothing in your eyes that tells of anything else. “It was nice meeting you.” You say softly, leaning forward a bit even though the chances of you being overheard by anyone else was slim.
“You too.” Namjoon says, and he means it. You’re like a diamond in a coal mine, as finding someone like you – being who he is - was rare. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, Namjoon pauses in the step he makes, faltering at your side and you look up at him curious and confused. He wars with himself for a moment, he’s certain that he’s about to do something stupid.
Something he should never do because of how dangerous it could be not only for him but his groupmates. He stares at you for a moment, long enough that it warrants your concern, and you ask if he's okay.
“Can I... Is it okay if I ask for your number?” The words come tumbling out of his mouth before he can reel them in, and he’s standing there a little mortified.
Namjoon always prides himself in being self-assured, but that same self-assurance leads him to putting his foot in his mouth sometimes and he says things without thinking first. It’s too late to pull the words back or act like he hadn’t asked because you’re blinking up at him, sitting a little straighter now in your seat.
You glance around, brows furrowed, “Are...are you sure?”
For the first time, it seems as though it just registered that you’re speaking to RM of BTS.
There’s a nervousness about you now, as you glance to the side, and Namjoon finds this strange. He’s not trying to sound like an ass thinking that many others would jump at the offer – or be bold enough to demand it first – it’s simply the truth.
He finds your consideration refreshing, though, and he waits patiently for you to make up your mind. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and Namjoon backtracks, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Namjoon says, putting up a hand. Despite who he is in the eyes of the public; he’s still a man. A man you’ve only spoken to for a half hour who’s now asking for your number, Namjoon would think very hard about it if he were in your shoes, too.
“I don’t meet a lot of people like you, and I thought it would be nice if we spoke often, but if that’s not cool, that’s okay.”
You shake your head, “No... it’s okay. I just...Are you sure? I don’t want to put you in any difficult spots, or myself for that matter...”
You’re surprisingly calm, looking more wary than anything else, and Namjoon takes that as a good sign. “I’m sure, don’t worry.” He smiles and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jeans; he unlocks it with a press of his thumb and hands it over to you.
You fumble a little with the device, fingers tapping at the number pads quickly before handing it back to him. He shoots you a quick text, a simple ‘Hi :”)' before he was pocketing his phone again before he was waving and making his way out the café door.
Namjoon tries his hardest to keep walking forward back down the street and not jog back over to the glass window to wave at you. That would be very weird of him.
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Namjoon’s day goes on as normal, not like he was expecting anything different. A whirlwind of briefings and meetings and discussions on what would be done during his group’s free time. It's no different to any other time, but by the end of the day Namjoon’s brain feels like mush and he’s lying in bed, palms under his head as he gazes at the swirling patterns etched into the ceiling.
He sighs, it’s long, drawn out and tired. He blinks slowly, sitting up to lean against the headboard. The sun had long set and only the glow of the city lights penetrated the darkness of his hotel room through the large window.
He squints at the lights that are too far off to be anything but hovering blobs in the distance, and briefly, he wonders what you’re up to.
Oh, that’s right.
Namjoon fumbles through the mess of his sheets to find the phone he knows he tossed there somewhere. It’s nowhere near him and he stands, lifting the sheets to look. There’s a dull thud and a clatter, and with a sigh, Namjoon rounds the bed to find his phone on the floor.
He plops back on the bed, pressing the power button and inspecting the screen for cracks. There’s a flurry of notifications and emails and texts from his group mates and work, and Namjoon scrolls through his notification feed. At the bottom, he finds a text from you; a reply to the message he’d sent earlier.
‘Hi (:’
It’s cute in its simplicity, but Namjoon stares at the place where your contact information sits. Just your number and nothing else, and Namjoon comes to the realization that he didn’t ask you for your name at any point this morning.
You had responded hours ago, and had sent nothing else, and with some embarrassment, Namjoon types out a message.
Namjoon: Hey, sorry I missed your text! Busy day, you know?
He frowns at the message when it goes through, at the time stamp that reads a little past midnight. You’re probably asleep and the timing seems a little less than ordeal, a little inappropriate given the hour, but Namjoon lets out a surprised hum when the bubbles appear at the bottom.
Unknown: Hey! No worries, it’s totally okay.
Namjoon: You’re up late...
Namjoon pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, was that a weird thing to mention? He can’t help but feel like he’s blowing this somehow. Is there a right way to text someone you barely know? He shakes his head, deciding not to think too much on it.
Namjoon: Sorry, but I didn’t ask your name earlier.
Unknown: Haha, that’s okay. It’s Y/n. And yeah, I was just finishing up some work.
Namjoon contemplates his next question, nerves running amok in his tummy.
Namjoon: Can I call you? Is that okay?
The bubbles appear and disappear for a moment and Namjoon thinks he’s overstepped. It’s pushing one in the morning and Namjoon’s aware of how it may look to you, how it may look to anyone else for that matter.
Y/n: Sure, we can do that.
Namjoon sighs, looking out the window, away from his phone to give himself a moment. You too – he’s mindful of himself, of course. He taps on the call button before he could talk himself out of it.
The line rings for a couple seconds, and Namjoon thinks that maybe you’ve stepped away for a minute or perhaps this was the wrong move and he shouldn’t have asked, but you pick up before another ring could sound. It’s quiet for a second and then he hears you inhale softly.
“Hey.” Your voice sounds a little different over the phone, or maybe it's just the time and Namjoon’s mind is trying to go places it shouldn’t. You’re as calm as you were this morning in the cafe, nothing in your voice betrays your emotion.
“Hey.” Namjoon can’t help the smile, and he’s sure you heard it in his voice. “I know it’s late, I’m sorry.”
“Nah, you’re good. I had a coffee so I’ll be awake for a while again.”
Despite your words your voice sounds tired and Namjoon feels guilty, laying back against the headboard with a soft sigh.
He asks about the book you’re reading and he listens to your rambles about the chapter you finished. Then you both talk about anything that comes to mind.
“How’d your day go? You don’t have to be too specific or anything, just in general.” You murmur softly, when Namjoon’s laying down fighting to keep his eyes open because he doesn’t want to hang up yet.
“Hectic.” He answers honestly, he can hear you shuffle around, getting comfortable in your sheets. “You?”
“It was alright, I spent half the morning freaking out, really. Today felt a little dream-like. If you hadn’t texted, I probably would’ve convinced myself that I imagined the whole thing.” You chuckle, and then there was a small pause, “Sorry, I’ve been so chill about it this whole time.”
“You’re fine. Handling it better than most.” Namjoon says, “I’m glad you didn’t freak out when you met me though.”
“Human decency.” You repeat your words from earlier, and Namjoon feels a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “You’ve probably had enough of that to last you a lifetime.”
“It’s not too bad, sometimes anyway.” He says softly, halfway asleep and he’s sure you are too. Your voice is getting quieter, and Namjoon can’t keep his eyes open.
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When Namjoon wakes it’s to the sun shining into his eyes and his phone is still in his palm. It’s a little after eight am when he checks, and the call had already been disconnected sometime around seven. There’s a message wishing him a good morning from you, there’s a flutter in his tummy at the little yellow heart that ends the text, and he thinks it may be a little too early for that kind of response. He can’t help it though, and he lays in bed for another few minutes and stares at it with a stupid smile on his face.
He wonders what to do with his day, now with more than enough free time on his hands to do whatever he likes and then he wonders what you were doing today. There’s an all-consuming longing for the sense of normalcy you provided within the day he’s known you, and he knows that isn’t much time to find comfort in a person, but he guesses that’s just how it is when you live like he does. However, he doesn’t want to scare you away with his need to feel something that was long lost to him, so he puts off asking you anything.
He has a few things lined up on his personal itinerary: Museum crawls and sightseeing, all of which he would do alone and hopefully without any troubles along the way. He finally decides to bite the bullet when he’s done with his breakfast and sitting at the small table in his hotel room, fiddling with his phone and his bottom lip between his teeth. You hadn’t replied to his responding text from earlier and Namjoon can only assume you’re busy, but he texts anyway.
Namjoon: Are you busy today?
He locks his phone and cleans up the table, snatching his phone up when it chimes softly, smiling already.
Y/n: Not particularly…why?
Namjoon could never distinguish tone from texts, so he’s not sure if you’re suspicious or teasing, so he replies carefully.
Namjoon: I’m doing a thing today…some sightseeing or I might go to a museum…wanna come with?
The bubbles disappear and reappear and then you’re calling.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Don’t feel obligated to either.” Is the first thing he says when he answers, just to be certain.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, I’d love to. I just need to know if it’s okay.” There’s a hesitance in your voice, a certain type of worry.
Namjoon is quick to ease, “I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t, Y/n.” He says with a chuckle.
“Ah, okay.” You laugh a little, “Oh but what about...do I have to sign an NDA?”
Namjoon pauses, he’s forgotten about that. He runs a hand through his hair, “Is that okay?”
“That’s fine.” There’s a smile in your words and Namjoon can’t help but smile back. “Where do I meet you?”
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Namjoon sat across from his manager, Sejin, in his hotel room. He clears his throat, feeling a bit nervous about what he was going to ask.
“Sejin,” Namjoon begins, “there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Sejin, always attentive to Namjoon’s needs, leaned forward. “Sure, what’s on your mind, Namjoon?”
Namjoon hesitated for a moment before continuing, “There’s a friend I met recently, and I was hoping to bring her along with me when I go to the museum today.”
Sejin raises an eyebrow, his protective instincts kicking in. “A friend? Are you sure that’s a good idea, Namjoon? You know how public spaces can get, especially with a girl by your side.”
Namjoon nods, understanding Sejin’s concern. He’s well aware of how things can get, being who he is, especially in the eyes of some of his fans. “I know, Sejin. She's a good friend of mine, she won’t cause any trouble.”
Of course, Namjoon doesn’t know that for sure, but he’s willing to take the risk, and Sejin doesn't need to know he'd only met you yesterday; what he doesn't know won't kill him. One thing he’s certain of is that you’re different, and that’s something he can bet on.
Sejin contemplates for a moment, silent as he thinks before sighing. “Alright, Namjoon. I trust your judgement. But we need to take some precautions. We’ll have her sign a non-disclosure agreement to ensure our privacy and safety.”
Namjoon smiles, relieved that Sejin was willing to accommodate him. “Thank you.”
Namjoon paces in the hotel lobby an hour later, nerves making him unable to stand still for too long. He had met you just a day ago, but there’s something about you that intrigued him deeply. The way you’ve treated him like a regular person, not as the famous musician he was, is perhaps the biggest factor. He found that both fascinating and endearing.
Moments later, you walk into the lobby, looking a bit nervous yourself. You smile when you spot him, lifting your hand in a little wave. Your smile immediately puts Namjoon at ease. You’re wearing a simple dress, a backpack slung over one shoulder, walking over to him in quick steps.
“Hey.” You stop once you’re close enough, still smiling.
Namjoon smiles back, feeling a sense of relief. “Hey, Y/n Thanks for coming.”
You wave him off with a hand, looking around at the large lobby, the lights sparkling in your eyes.
Sejin is waiting at a table near the reception desk, and stands to shake your hand when Namjoon leads you over.
You take a seat and go through the formalities with him, and sign the NDA without complaint. Namjoon can’t help but feel a little worried, like he’s turning your life on its head by knowing him personally.
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Namjoon watches the scenery pass by through the tinted glass of the car Sejin rented, the small talk died down as he pulled into the carpark of the museum. He leads you through the private entrance, where the manager meets you both with an enthusiastic greeting.
The museum is empty, and Namjoon catches the wonder in your eyes when he looks at you. “You rented out the whole place?”
Namjoon chuckled. “Yeah, I normally do. It’s more so for safety than anything else.”
You hum, nodding in understanding as you trail next to him. “It’s pretty cool, I’ve never been in one while it’s empty before.”
The private tour begins, and Namjoon’s knowledge and passion for art shines through as he explains the significance of each piece, trying his best to keep you entertained. You listen intently, genuine interest evident, even asking questions in between his rambling.
“You know,” You say, staring at a painting of abstract colours, “This is not at all how I imagined this to go.”
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, intrigued. He’s long stopped paying attention to the art that lined the walls, admiring you, mostly. “Oh? What did you imagine?”
You shrug, turning your head to look at him, a playful glint in your eye. “Well, I expected bodyguards, and a bit of running around. This is nice, though.”
Namjoon smiles, nodding, “Yeah, I would usually have someone close by, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You frown a bit, “Isn’t that dangerous though? You should have someone nearby regardless.”
“Your comfort is important.” Namjoon says, trying to keep you from worrying too much.
“Your safety is too, you know.”
“Would it make you feel better if I told you he’s right outside?” Namjoon smiles, he could see you’re ready to debunk his words with the way your eyes narrow. “Don’t worry, someone’s near, just not as near as they would be normally.”
You stare at him for a quiet moment longer, “Okay, I’ll take your word for it.”
As the both of you continued your tour, the conversation between you flowed effortlessly. Namjoon took the moment he had to know more about you. Asking about your dreams, how far you’ve gotten in that book of yours, and the places you wanted to travel to. He found you easy to talk to, allowing himself to open up to you in a way he hadn’t with many people.
Something in the back of his mind, a learned warning echoed. He really shouldn’t be, considering everything. He chooses to ignore it for now, as you ask him about his favourite pieces of art.
By the time the tour was over and Namjoon actually remembered to take photos of the art, the sun was at its zenith. He tries not to take too long touring, so the museum can at least open to the public for the rest of the day.
You’re scrolling through your phone, looking at the photos you took of the pieces that caught your attention.
“Wanna get some food? There’s a good place nearby.” Namjoon asks, tucking his phone into his jeans.
You nod, smiling, “I can eat.”
Namjoon drives you both to a diner he’d visited once or twice when he was last in this city. The diner was packed for the lunch rush and Namjoon contemplates his next move in the car.
“Oh, that’s...” You glance between him and the view of the people in the diner, “I’ll go, whatchu want?”
“I can go...” You’re already unbuckling your seat belt and leaning down to rummage through your backpack. You find your purse with a soft ‘a-ah!’, smiling at him as you right yourself and turn to him again.
“It’s alright. It’s pretty crowded... you might not be so lucky this time.” You say, “Want anything specific?”
Namjoon smiles at you, shaking his head with a small laugh, “Anything’s fine.”
You nod, opening the door, there’s a rush of warm air that disturbs the AC, and Namjoon is stopping you. “Hang on...”
He sees you shake your head as he reaches for his wallet, and you step out before he can hand you his card.
“You can get it next time.” With that you’re off, and Namjoon watches a little slack jawed as you go.
Something in his chest flips and crawls up his throat, “...next time?”
You come out of the cafe, balancing two cups of something colourful in a cardboard holder and two brown paper bags a good five minutes later. Namjoon leans over to the passenger seat to pop the door open for you, extending his arm to take the holder.
“I got you a smoothie if that’s okay,” You say once you settle, passing him one of the paper bags, “Ham, egg and cheese sandwich.”
“Smoothies are good, thank you,” The smoothie is a mix of some fruit and another he can’t put his finger on. He hums at the sweet taste, “Oh, that’s good.”
For a moment, you both quietly eat, “Thanks for inviting me to come with you. I had fun.”
“Sure you weren’t bored out of your mind?” Namjoon teases, smiling when you reach over to smack his arm lightly.
“I was not!” Your giggle rings like a bell, “I mean it.”
As the days go by and his time in this city draws nearer to an end, Namjoon tries his best to spend as much time with you as he could. He’d text and call when he can and when your time allows it, learning more about you as he went along and liking you more as he did. He felt strange for the most part, as his two-week break comes to an end and he’s packing his things away and double checking that he doesn’t forget anything or pack something that isn’t his. His phone is propped up against the bedpost, distracted from folding his clothes by the view of you coming back into the frame.
“You’ll be busy once you get back, right?” You ask, sipping juice through the straw of a juice box.
Namjoon sighs, “Yeah, I’ll try my best to keep up with you, though.”
“You don’t have to.” You wave him off with a hand, “You’re a busy guy.”
“Would you miss me?” Namjoon asks, curious, because he’ll miss you. Is it normal to feel this way about someone you’ve known for only a short while?
“Nah.”
“Ow.”
“I’m kidding.”
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Namjoon rolls his suitcase behind him, taking a moment to wave at the paparazzi and the fans that litter the terminal. He grips his phone tightly in his free hand, smiling at the cameras. He’s slept a little on the plane over, and even though he’s wide awake now he knows he’ll crash later. His phone buzzes in his hold and he briefly glances at it, he texted you right before he landed, and was eagerly awaiting your response.
He waits until he’s seated in the car at the entrance, he waves one last time through the window before he rolls it right up and settles into the leather seat of the car. The silence is soothing and Namjoon watches as the people outside filter away now that he’s inside.
Y/n: Hope your flight went okay!
Namjoon studies the text for a moment, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He was a little worried, honestly. He likes you, a lot, really, but what if it was simply in passing? A fleeting moment of interest? What if it all amounts to nothing in the end all because you’re you and he’s him? It’s easier to date within your own circle, to be with people who understand the complications and compromises that come with being with someone like him. He feels as though now, with an ocean between you both, everything will simply fade away. He’s known you barely two weeks, and even though he’s let you in, and you him, Namjoon can’t help his growing anxiety at the thought. Funny it occurs to him now that he’s back home.
Namjoon: It did!
He stares out the window for a bit, watching the familiar streets zoom by and shakes his head. When was the last time he actually felt like this? Meeting people is hard enough, and meeting someone like you is even harder. He’s seen and met a lot of people over the years, over his time as RM of BTS, a lot of fans who he thought beautiful and never pursued. He knows what comes of relationships between an idol and a fan, he’s seen it happen and it’s always a disappointment to be used like that. But he doesn’t want to put you in that box, he has no right to when you’ve shown him differently. Though, he’s in his right mind to keep an eye out for tabloids and articles of the things he’s shared with you and he also feels guilty that he does. He’s only known you for a short time, something he constantly has to remind himself of when he’s thinking too hard, but that level of trust is something he’s willing to work towards with you.
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Namjoon’s days blur together into the weeks as they would when he’s too busy to do anything else but what’s required of him. Meetings here and there, album preparations; work. As he promised, he tried his best to keep up with you, and even on the days where all he could do when he comes home is pass out wherever he sets himself, you text or call to make sure he’s doing okay with it all. Sometimes it’s too early for you to consider being awake or it’s late at night and you’re too tired to keep your eyes open and Namjoon could barely understand what’s coming out of your mouth.
As the weeks meld into months you both found a routine that works best, and Namjoon finds things to do with you when you’re both free at decent times. Maybe you’ll watch a movie or play games together or simply catch up on things you’ve missed.
Namjoon never really has much to tell, most of his days are filled with work and despite his reputation for spoilers, he’s trying his best to keep things under wraps. You do most of the talking, you never seem to mind it much – smiling with a certain understanding – and Namjoon is always happy to listen about what you did that day or your workplace gossip.
He’s found it impossible to get you out of his head and focus more often, thoughts of you invading his mind more than anything else.
Even now as he tries to focus on putting a track together, he’s barely with it, phone propped up against a speaker and waiting for you to get back from getting some things done. He moved from the living room to his home studio a while ago, determined to get some work done and now just sits and stares at the tracks with a frustrated frown. He squints at the screen, moving some things around and playing the same track over and over.
“Where’re your glasses?”
Namjoon glances at his phone to see you just settling back on your couch, a glass bowl of cereal in your hand. You look cute in blue jellyfish printed pajamas he hasn’t seen you in before, hair pulled up and away from your face and even through the phone screen Namjoon can see it’s still damp.
“They’re…” He thinks for a moment, “…somewhere…”
You chuckle, “You should get those thingies kids and old people put on their glasses so they won’t lose them.”
“Trying to say something?”
“I’m just saying…you either lose them or break them and you can just avoid both by getting the thing. I know contacts are annoying.”
Namjoon smiles, nodding, “Yeah, they’re a pain in the ass.” He sighs, pushing his chair away from the desk to spin around and stretch his fingers. “Isn’t it late for you?”
You put another spoonful of cereal in your mouth, turning your hand to look at your watch and hum, “It’s not that late…trying to get rid of me?”
“Never.” Namjoon smiles at your teasing tone, “Sleep is important, though.”
“Says you.” You point a finger at him, “You texted me at three am two days ago.”
“You were awake though, so…you’re losing this argument.” Namjoon laughs as you snap your mouth shut.
You point your spoon at him, “I’ll win next time.”
“Are those new? The pyjamas.” Namjoon asks, propping his chin on his hand, resigning himself to not getting any work done this morning.
“I’ve had these a while, aren’t they cute? There’s a really big jellyfish printed on the back.” You say, setting your bowl down with a soft clink of the glass against the wood of your coffee table.
“Yeah they’re…” Namjoon feels the words stall in his throat as you stand up, the bottoms of the pajamas aren’t long legged pants as he expected them to be. They end just above the middle of your thighs, and you’re giving him quite the show when you turn and come back down. The sight of the cartoonish jellyfish on the back of the top knocks Namjoon back where he’s supposed to be and he pinches the back of his hand.
When you right yourself, sitting back on the couch, Namjoon can’t stop thinking about the rest of you he can’t see.
“What’s with that look?” You ask after a moment of him just staring.
“What look?” Namjoon asks back, and for a second you simply watch him before you huff out a laugh and look away.
“You’re looking at me like you…” You start, eyes moving back to the camera before they flit away again, “Oh, my mum’s calling. I’ll text you in the morning, okay?”
Namjoon laughs a bit, nodding as he waves you goodbye, “Sleep well.”
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“Ah, fuck.” Namjoon grunts, the muscles of his arm strains and he tilts his head back, sweat trailing down his neck. He brings his arm up and then back down slowly, letting a breath out through his nose, “Shit.”
The music playing through his Bluetooth headphones suddenly fades out, the specific ringtone he set for you plays softly. Namjoon sets the dumbbell down on the floor, pressing a finger against the touchpad of one of the earbuds and answers.
“Hey Princess, what’s up?” He pulls at the end of his tee, fanning the cool ac air against his warm skin.
“Joon, it’s a video call.”
“Oh.” Namjoon pulls his phone from his pocket, waving at you with a smile, “Hi.” He gets off the bench he’s sitting on, propping his phone somewhere safe and sits again.
“Hi…are you – damn give me a warning, won’t you?”
Namjoon looks up at you just in time to catch you looking away, not missing the motion of you biting your bottom lip. He smirks, whether you’re aware of it or not; this is payback. He had a hard time not thinking of you in those short pyjama pants for two days, and even though this was completely unintentional, it was worth your reaction.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Namjoon smiles innocently.
You shake your head, “Anyway…guess what.” He hears the excitement in your voice rather than see as you’ve stepped out of frame and then quickly back in with a bottle of water in hand. There’s a big bright smile on your lips and you seem to be bouncing a bit in place.
“Well someone’s excited.” Namjoon chuckles and you wave at him frantically, “Okay, okay. What?”
You pout, “It’s no fun if you don’t even attempt to guess, you know?”
“There’s like, so many possibilities of my guess being wrong.” Namjoon says and you sigh dramatically.
“Fine, I’ll tell you. Killjoy.” You roll your eyes, the action playful, “I’ll be in your area around this time next week.”
It takes a full minute for Namjoon to process and he almost drops the dumbbell on his foot, “Eh?”
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“Hyung…I don’t know what to do.” Namjoon whines, flopping back into the couch in Genius Lab. Seokjin pats his back as Yoongi swivels around in his chair to face him, plucking his headphones out his ears.
“That’s a good thing.” Yoongi says, standing to stretch with a groan, “But also…don’t think about it too much. Overthinking doesn’t do you any good.”
Seokjin sighs, shaking his head, “I think it’s good that she’s coming here. It’s a good way to connect, you know?”
“I know, but…”
“It’s different here, right?” Yoongi supplies, sitting back into his chair but he doesn’t turn away, “Feels like you have to run around in secret. And on top of that she isn’t in ‘our circle’, things can get overwhelming for both of you, especially her.”
Yoongi is right, as he usually was. The last thing he wanted was to have his life and the circumstances of it be too much for you to take. Namjoon told the guys about you once or twice, just in case things between you both became more serious than it is now, he didn’t want them out of the loop and have to explain later.
“I don’t want that to get in the way of a relationship should it happen…” Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.
“Alright Joonie, Hyung is gonna explain something so listen carefully.” Seokjin lays a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder and Yoongi makes a face at the tone he uses.
“Why do you sound like you’re gonna talk to him about safe sex?”
Seokjin ignores Yoongi, turning Namjoon to face him with his other hand on the other shoulder, looking serious. “Namjoon. You’re more than your celebrity status. You’re a person with feelings and desires, just like anyone else. If you like this girl, don’t let fame be a barrier. If things get hard, do what all the other adults do; sit and talk about it.”
Namjoon nods, “Right. You’re right. Thank you, Hyung.”
“Now, imagine if I wasn’t here to look after you guys.” Seokjin pats Namjoon’s shoulder, one of his rare deep chuckles filling the brief silence. “Just take her to see all the good places, have fun and you can worry about the rest after.”
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It’s a day after you arrive in Korea that Namjoon sees you.
He’s meeting you a block away from the place you’re renting for the two weeks you’ll be here. There’s a slight chill in the air as the tail-end of summer pulls the beginning of autumn, and you’ve unintentionally matched him with your dark clothes and hat. You both had been texting the night before and Namjoon promised to take you somewhere nice while you were free.
“Hi!” your greeting is cheerful, and Namjoon returns it, smiling.
“Settling in okay?” Namjoon asks as he pulls off the curb.
He is determined to make the most of every moment you both spent together, showing you all his favourite spots. You both wandered through bustling markets, sampled street food, and visited historic temples.
When the sun painted the sky with lilac and indigo and the moon chased it away, Namjoon parked his car in the carpark of an observatory. The observatory is closed of course, but there’s an event that Namjoon booked tickets for the moment he saw it. You expressed your love for the cosmos many times before, and Namjoon was more than willing to indulge you. At times he would sit and listen to you ramble on for ages, telling him any and everything.
He flashes you a dimpled smile, making sure his black mask and hat were secured before leading you to the park located at the back of the observatory. The park was a large space with sparse trees and shrubbery dotting the field, the trees are wrapped in fairy lights, which are usually on at night time but are off to allow the best view of the night sky. There are winding paths of gravel that goes every which way, and Namjoon picks the one where less people linger, leading you down it with your hand in his.
He leads you through the winding trails and the other people here for the event until he finds a clear spot where you both can sit comfortably without disturbance.
It’s a clear night, the stars twinkling in the sky above. It’s quiet between you for a moment, where you watch the sky and he’s looking at you. His heart pounds in his ears and he doesn’t know what else to do but look away when you suddenly turn.
“What?” You laugh, leaning slightly to nudge his shoulder with yours.
Namjoon laughs softly, knowing he’s definitely been caught and shakes his head, “Nothing.”
You sigh softly, wrapping your arm around his and leaning your head on his shoulder. He wonders how you both seem to people that may glance a little longer, perhaps like a pair of lovers simply enjoying the night in each other’s company.
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Namjoon enters the code for his apartment door, the beep and the sound of the door unlocking is loud in the quiet hallway. He lets you enter first, sliding you a pair of house slippers before he leads you further in.
“Ah, don’t mind the mess...it’s not usually like this...” Namjoon scratches his cheek, eyes caught on the mess that is his coffee table. There’re wads of balled up paper strewn about it, lyrics he started and decided there was nothing he could do with them, his journal left open and his little green cactus pen abandoned. A stack of books on the floor that’s yet to be read.
He quickly walks over to tidy it, picking up the stray pieces of paper.
“Don’t worry about it,” You say, and Namjoon realises you’re not even paying mind to it. Attention fully stolen by the various art pieces he has hung on walls and settled into corners.
The living room of his apartment is large, and in an attempt to make it look less empty, it’s his usual place to put whatever catches his eye. Most of them are paintings, canvases filled with colours and scenery, a book shelf that holds none, instead, a display for finely crafted pottery, potted house plants and a tiny brass horse Taehyung gifted him some time ago. There are picture frames of his family, the boys and other abstract things he took himself filling the emptier spaces on the shelf.
Glass pane windows take up most of the wall on the other side of the room, giving a beautiful view of Hannam in all its glittering glory.
Namjoon makes his way into the kitchen, paper balls clutched in his hands and he asks if you want anything. You’ve wandered over to the shelf, looking at all the different pieces, telling him that water would be fine.
“These are really pretty,” you say, turning to him with genuine admiration. “Are all of them authentic?”
“Some of them are.” He says, getting a glass from his cupboard, and then quietly: “Most of those are from small local ceramists, some of them from charity auctions and things like that.”
There’s something surreal in having you a room away, and not making jokes with him through a phone screen. Namjoon finds himself a little at a loss, a lot clumsier than usual as he knocks his shin against the leg of an island stool. There’s a searing heat that climbs its way from the collar of his shirt to flush the skin of his neck and ears.
He sees the smile that curls the corner of your mouth when you glance at him, “Are you okay?”
Namjoon nudges the stool closer to the lip of the island counter – glaring at it as though it walked into his path just to spite him; he forgot it out this morning, it’s his fault really – and nods. “I’m good.”
He reaches you in three strides, passing you the glass of chilled water. You take small sips of it, and Namjoon tracks the motion of your throat as you swallow.
He gives you a little tour, telling you about the art and any little thing you ask after. Namjoon’s thrilled to share this part of his life with you.
When it got a little later, Namjoon stands in the kitchen, watching water boil because it’s the only thing you let him do. He feels a little embarrassed as you stand somewhere behind him, donned in an apron he barely uses. He’d suggested ordering in and in very you fashion, you’d asked when was the last time he had a home cooked meal. Honestly, it was a while ago, when he visited home.
You’d shook your head, listing the times he would call you while he was eating dinner and you eating breakfast and it would always be some sort of take-out.
You gracefully allow him to crack the pasta and put it in the pot, but that was the most of it.
“I won’t be explaining to anyone how you hurt yourself in here.” You say, lowering the heat under steaming tomato sauce. You’re making pasta, he thinks, as you’ve told him that your knowledge on Korean cuisine isn’t enough for you to try your hand at it.
“You wouldn’t have to, I hurt myself all the time.” Namjoon chuckles, “Can I at least help you cut those?” he motions at the small bowl of washed onions, not waiting for an answer, he pulls a knife from the holder at the corner of the island. He knows how to hold a knife without too much trouble, at least.
As you skilfully prepare dinner, the conversation between you both flow naturally. Talking about whatever comes to mind, anything and everything and laughing over stories. You both settle to eat afterwards, and Namjoon can’t stop singing your praises, he’d go halfway to say that you cook better than Seokjin…Maybe he’s just biassed.
After Namjoon washed the dishes – he swore he wouldn’t let you do anything more – you both took your drinks of bottled beers to the living room. Sitting on the couch, and a movie playing on the mounted tv that neither of you pay attention to, far too engrossed in talking to each other; the well of topics never seems to run dry. Namjoon thinks that’s nice, there’s always something to talk about with you, even if you’re just telling him workplace gossip from two weeks ago, or rambling on about a shell you found on a beach when you were nine.
“Oh shoot-” You turn your wrist to look at your watch, the glass face catching the overhead lights. You squint at the time, something Namjoon once made fun of you for, because who has analogue watches anymore? He doesn’t find it in him to laugh at you now though, as the realisation dawns on him before you can say: “It’s really late…”
He checks his own watch without much reason – thirty minutes past midnight – and he frowns, he’s kept you way later than he intended. “Shit yeah, my bad. Sorry I kept you.”
You wave a hand, smiling at him, “No, it’s okay!” You place the half empty bottle of beer on the little black coaster on the coffee table. You stare out at the city for a quiet moment, “How hard is it to catch a taxi from here?” you ask, and then, quietly to yourself: “Maybe I should call an uber…”
It takes Namjoon a fraction of a second for his mind to fumble, trying to grasp at the words uselessly before they tumble out into the air. His mouth moves faster, though, “Or you could just stay here?”
He blinks at you and you blink back, the words hanging in the air long enough that Namjoon wishes that the floor would open up and swallow him, never to spit him out again. He stumbles with his words, dropping them as though the gears of his mind are grinding to a halt, coating in rust. “Um-If th…uh…you don…”
Then, you smile, your cheeks squishing your eyes. “Only if that’s okay.”
“More than.” Namjoon can’t help his smile back; grateful you didn’t mention him tripping over himself. “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
Twenty minutes later, Namjoon is digging through his drawers for something for you to wear for the night, the blush that had flushed his cheeks earlier had returned with a vengeance as he thought about the fact that you’re staying the night and would be wearing his clothes. He’s still beside himself, not too sure what to do, because this is so far beyond the two of you being friends and talking through calls and texts.
He settles on a long-sleeved tee shirt and black sweatpants and meets you back in the living room, where you stand at the window watching the lights twinkle down below and in the distance. When he announces his return, you turn, looking a little worried and Namjoon once again wonders if he’s crossed a line somewhere. You smile softly, taking the bundle of clothes from his arms.
“Thank you…” You say, and then, softer: “Are you sure it’s okay?”
Namjoon plants his hands on your shoulder, squeezing gently before he leads you back the way he came, following your steps closely with his own. He stops you right outside the bathroom door, “Yes, I’m sure.”
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Namjoon lays awake in the dark, staring up at the ceiling. You’re sleeping in the room across from him, well, he assumes you’re asleep by now. The clock at his bedside blinks sleepily, but Namjoon finds it hard to let his mind settle.
When you’d come out of the bathroom earlier, a little over thirty minutes ago, you were practically drowning in his clothes. You’d rolled the legs of the pants a few times but it still swam around your ankles and the tee was at least three times your size.
It’s not like he hasn’t seen you in oversized clothing before. It’s simply the fact that it’s his. It’s been a good few months since he’s met you in that cafe, and a good few weeks since he’s realised he liked you.
It may have happened when you went off on one of your many rambles about something or the other. He’s not quite certain. After spending the entire day with you, Namjoon likes you in his space. Not once have you given him the need to run in the opposite direction, not once have you broken his trust.
Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, kicking his feet under the blanket. Making up his mind, he gets out of bed and marches confidently to his door. He pulls it open and the edge of the door hits his toe. He stands for a moment, with his eyes closed, brows furrowed in pain and a hand over his mouth keeping the pained yelp trapped. “...Ow.”
He takes the five steps across the hallway, raises a hand to knock, takes a breath and turns on his heel. He walks a little ways up the hall.
“Okay. C’mon, it’s not that hard.” He mutters to himself, and then looks back at the door, “This is very hard.”
He’s not sure. He’s sure of himself, and his feelings, but...what if you’re not in the same place he is?
“Joon?” You poke your head out the door, and Namjoon startles. “You good?”
You didn’t look like you went to sleep and he woke you up, though your hair is a bit tousled and Namjoon would like to hope that you’d been just as restless as he was.
“Yeah...”
You give him a look that says you aren’t too convinced, “I heard a thud.”
“Oh...” The ache in his toe rings with a dull echo, and he looks down at his feet and then back at you, “Door...I jammed it against my toe.”
Your eyes flicker downward, and even in the dimly lit hallway he could see your amusement. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, happens all the time.”
“I’m concerned at the fact that you think accidentally hurting yourself this often is normal.” You laugh and Namjoon makes his way over to you but stops short and stares up at the ceiling. You’ve ditched the pants he gave you.
“What are we looking at?”
He glances at you and you’re also looking at the ceiling.
“You’re not wearing pants.”
You must’ve caught yourself, because there’s a soft gasp and the shuffling of your feet. When Namjoon brings his gaze back down you’re peeking at him from behind the door.
“Sorry!” You squeak out, “Sleeping in long pants is uncomfy.”
“It’s okay, I sleep naked sometimes so...” Namjoon couldn’t stop the words before they hit the air, and for a moment they simply hang there as you both stare at each other.
“Not that you should sleep naked...I mean – you can if you want to, really, doesn’t bug me at all...” He’s really trying to reign it in here. “There’s nothing wrong with sleeping like that. As long as you’re comfortable!”
“Relax,” You laugh, sticking your hand out through the gap in the door and the frame to wave him down, “I’m not sleeping naked. I get cold fast.”
“There’s a solution for that.” Another pause, and Namjoon realises how his words sounded as you raise a brow at him, “The heater. There’s a heater in there. I wasn’t suggesting that I could...”
Namjoon sighs, he really does put his foot right in his mouth. So he does what’s best for everyone and just closes it.
Just when he was beginning to think that this moment would be at the top of his 'Awkward situations you’ve created' list, the gap widens just a bit and there’s something shy about your small smile and the way your eyes stay glued to the floor.
“I wouldn’t mind...” Your words are soft and Namjoon wonders for a moment if he misheard. This is the most shy he’s seen you in a while, looking up at him through your eyelashes, fingers caught in the hem of your borrowed tee-shirt; wringing the life out of the piece you hold.
“Yeah?” His voice is equally as soft, giving you room to change your mind if you so wished. You nod mutely and Namjoon gives you a second more to think carefully, only stepping forward when you step back and pull the door with you.
You leave the door open a crack, so that the light from the hallway bleeds into the darkness, and Namjoon watches as you walk over to the bed and crawl under the blankets.
There really isn’t much to this room, equipped with the essentials and a few nick-knacks and a bookshelf he’d put his other books on because there was no space on his other ones. There was a landscape painting hanging above the headboard, something he put there to give the room a bit more personality.
You’re peeking at him from the blankets, the soft mounds of material hiding most of your face from view. It’s a lot cooler here than his room, though the floor is cold under his bare feet and he briefly wondered if you need socks.
He walks soundlessly over and out of habit, he’s already pulling his tee-shirt over his head but pauses when it hangs on the length of his arms. “Shit – sorry.” He pokes his head back through the neck of the tee, “I run hot so I don’t usually sleep with a shirt on.”
“Is that why you sleep naked, too?”
Namjoon is grateful for the dark as heat runs up his neck. He takes it in stride, though, “Yeah. Clothes are constricting sometimes.”
There’s something else in your voice when you giggle, and there’s a shifting of the blankets. “You can keep it off if you want.”
Namjoon hums, “Are you okay with that?”
“As long as you’re comfortable.”
“Your comfort matters, too.” It’s not as though you hadn’t seen him without a shirt before; you shaded video calls during his workout sessions. Even though most of those are spent with you trying not to look at him – Namjoon’s caught you staring more times than he could count. This is different, though, he reminds himself; you’re no longer oceans away.
“I’m comfortable with it.”
“Okay.” Namjoon pulls his shirt off and folds it neatly, placing it on the nightstand before he climbs into bed next to you.
His side of the bed is cold, but he could feel your warmth just inches away. He turns to face you, lying on his side, finding your eyes in the dark.
“Hi.” You’re already facing him and in the darkness, Namjoon smiles.
“Hi.”
Your toes brush his under the covers and Namjoon hisses softly, “Are you cold?”
“A little...”
“Want me to get closer?” Namjoon whispers, and to his surprise, you move over first.
There’s a slight chill to your skin as you settle, resting your head where Namjoon extended his arm and then, close enough that your legs tangle with his and the ghost of your breath tickles his chest. You smell like him, like watermelon and mint; He’s once again grateful for the darkness.
Namjoon lets his other arm rest in the dip where the softness of your stomach meets your waist. It’s quiet when you both stop shuffling about, and your breaths are a tad nervous on the inhale.
“Okay?” Namjoon tries his best not to disturb the quiet, speaking softly. He feels you nod, and a slow flow of warm air as you sigh.
“You’re really warm.”
Namjoon chuckles, and silently, holds you tighter. He lets his chin rest on the top of your head, your hair tickles his nose. It smells faintly of his shampoo – he’s never loved it more. He wants to stay there forever, wrapped in the sweet, gentle scent of honeysuckle, melon and something uniquely you.
Namjoon wonders – and he knows, there’s no point in dwelling on the thought – what would’ve happened if he’d walked out of the cafe that day. Held captive by his responsibilities and his duty to keep his group and their image as spotless as possible. It would’ve been different had you not been the way you are.
He calls your name softly, and he wonders if you can feel the rapid pace of his heart beneath the warmth of your palm. It kicks against his sternum like he’s been running, and he takes a breath. There’s something unspoken here, in this darkened room where only the walls are listening.
Somewhere along the way, during the days that dragged the weeks into months – somewhere – a line was blurred.
Sleep wraps around your tired hum like a warm blanket, the sound of the sheets shifting further shattering the quiet as you lean back a little to look at him.
He lets his hand find the warmth of your cheek, moving until his thumb is resting against the front of your ear and his fingers are nestled in the softness of your hair.
“Wanna ask you something.” He says.
“What’s it?”
Distractedly, Namjoon’s fingers rub tentative circles in your scalp and catches the way your eyes flutter at the feeling.
He smiles when your eyes open and meet his, with the dark he grows confident, and softly: “Can I kiss you?”
His words hang in the air, heavy with desire and affection. In that moment, the weight of his request carries with it a profound realisation.
It’s not just a simple act of physical connection he seeks, but rather a deeper, more profound expression of love. His request bears the weight of all the emotions, vulnerabilities, and hopes he has placed upon this relationship.
The answer now rests in your hands, and Namjoon waits with bated breath for your response.
“Please.” Your answer dances between you both, and Namjoon angles your head upward slightly, and closes the gap with a tentative kiss. Your lips are soft and taste of mint when he runs his tongue along the seam of your mouth. He doesn’t ask for much more, gentle in the way that he pulls you closer, fingers tangling in the soft hair at your nape.
In this moment, there is no need for words. The brush of your skin against his, the sweet taste of your kiss, and the way your bodies gravitate towards each other speak volumes.
Namjoon cherishes every second, every breath shared, as he grows more intoxicated by you.
His heart pounding in his chest, all thoughts of caution and restraint fade away. Giving in completely to his desire and lust, he pulls you close, not wanting this moment to end. The kiss is now an embrace, with both of you giving in fully.
His lips caress yours, his touch slowly becoming more and more intimate. His tongue finds yours, and Namjoon swallows the sound you make.
He breaks the kiss for a moment, you both take in a deep breath. It’s like everything around you becomes blurred, with only the two of you visible.
He runs his hands through your hair, looking into your eyes. He draws closer again, resting his forehead against yours.
He’s quiet, still for a moment, simply watching you in the dark. Your fingers tap softly against his chest, confusion and worry sit on the furrow of your brow.
“What wrong?”
Namjoon sighs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, your eyes each and then your forehead where he lingers. “It’s nothing... it’s just...”
“I want you to understand...” He continues softly after a breath, “My life can be overwhelming, it’s hard even for me some days. There’s times when I feel like I’ve worked hard only to get myself trapped in a bottle. Dangling above the view of millions who think I should live my life their way.
It isn’t easy. There’s always a risk that maybe one of us would slip up or something else. Privacy is something hard won and I’d hate for anything to happen that puts you in a position that you’ll regret.”
Namjoon lays his worries bare like cards going all in, focusing on the texture of your hair between his fingers. He allows you a moment to absorb his words, to really think.
The life of an idol isn’t for everyone; so many have cracked under the pressure of it. The life of an idol’s partner does not come any easier. Your relationship would be kept buried like a dirty secret to feed into the delusions of a certain variety of ‘fans’, all for the safety of the people involved.
If by some miracle, or a stroke of good luck, you choose to continue onward despite the challenges it would bring, Namjoon would be eternally grateful and he would spend his days making sure you never regret that choice.
“Joon...” Your hand meets his wrist, curling at his pulse. “I’ve known from the beginning what it would be like. You’ve got fans all over the world who adore you, and who would do just about anything to get close to you. It’s not easy to live a life like that, to be constantly watched and judged.
“But I knew that going in,” you continue. “I may not have expected to fall in love with you, but now that it’s happened, nothing else matters. I know what it’s like to have eyes always on you, and I’m willing to do anything to make it work.”
“You...you love me?” Namjoon's mind feels as though it blanked, though somewhere in the back among the cogs grinding to a halt your words have registered. Right now, he could only tunnel focus on that one thing.
“Oh god.” There’s a smile blooming on Namjoon’s lips as you groan an embarrassed sound, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. He laughs softly, leaning back to catch your gaze but you evade him, bringing your hands up to cover your face instead.
Namjoon briefly wonders if this is what a moon orbiting a planet feels like. Ganymede does not question the gravity of Jupiter. It simply orbits the planet, accepting its fate. And Namjoon accepts his fate of being drawn to you. He is not swept up by your presence, but rather firmly grounded, and held in place. His feelings for you are as natural as the pull of gravity, as certain as the rotation of the Earth.
In your presence, everything shifts, and nothing else becomes important. Your gravity becomes his universe, and he is perfectly content to reside in it.
“I love you too.”
You peek at him through your fingers, and Namjoon doesn’t let the moment pass, prying your hands gently away from your face. He leans closer and presses a kiss to your lips, there’s nothing gentle about it this time – all teeth and tongue and quiet sounds that Namjoon swallows. He eases you onto your back with a gentle hand, slotting himself between your legs.
He trails his kisses down your neck, catching the skin with his teeth and sucking to leave his mark. He trails his hand down the length of your thigh, over the band of your underwear and under the soft cotton tee-shirt. He brushes his fingers along the curve of your hip, feeling the warmth of your skin and the way you tremble beneath his touch. He travels further still, up your ribcage to your breasts, feeling the soft curves and the way your nipples harden beneath his caress.
He feels the goosebumps that erupted at his touch, feels the hitch of your breath in your chest. Namjoon sucks a mark against your collarbone, he shifts so that he’s at your side, giving his hand more room.
He traces feather light touches along the expanse of your stomach and you giggle into his kiss. His fingers glide just above the waistband of your underwear, teasing until you whine his name.
Namjoon chuckles as he pulls away, “Can I?”
Words seem like more than you can manage and you nod. Namjoon gives a fleeting kiss, as his fingers dip lower, pushing aside your underwear to find your heat. The arousal clinging to your panties cools rapidly against the back of his hand, and Namjoon dips a finger into the warmth of you.
He keeps his eyes on your face as he does, watching the way your eyebrows furrow and your bottom lip gets caught between your teeth. He nudges his nose against your cheek and runs his tongue along the shell of your ear. He’s barely touching you, keeping his fingers just shy of where he knows you want them the most.
It’s a while of teasing you this way, and Namjoon likes the way frustration bleeds into your soft, breathless moans when he circles your clit with his slick fingers and pulls away. He gives your neck and chest most of his attention, with gentle squeezes and his tongue tracing abstract patterns, drawing your nipples into his mouth with soft tugs of his teeth.
When the next whine of his name comes with teary eyes, Namjoon takes pity on you. The wet, tightness of you makes him groan and he pulls a hissing breath through his teeth, pressing his erection against your hip where he ruts in sync with the movement of his fingers.
He curls them upward, your back bows and he presses the heel of his palm against your clit. He kisses your cheek when your fingers wrap around his wrist, “I got you, baby.”
You gasp, your pleasure mounting until you can’t take it anymore. You writhe beneath his touch as you reach the peak of pleasure, calling out his name as you fall over the edge.
Namjoon gives you a moment to breathe, running his hand along your thighs and tummy. He takes your face in his hands once your breaths evened out, pressing his forehead to yours and breathing in your scent. His lips find yours in a gentle, yet passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless.
“Good?”
“Fuck – yeah.” Your fingers tug at his hair and Namjoon groans.
“Want me to go on?” He asks softly, pressing a kiss to your temple and then, almost jumps right out of his skin when your other hand squeezes at his cock in his sweats. He lets out a chuckle that gets muddled by a moan that rumbles in his chest. “Baby.”
Namjoon sees the smile that curls in your lips, the innocent way you blink at him. You hum softly when he mouths at your jaw, a shudder runs through him and he can’t stop himself chasing the friction with a buck of his hips.
“You wan’it?” Namjoon’s drunk on you and you’ve barely done anything. You’re tugging at the drawstring of his sweatpants, and he groans, letting his forehead rest against your chest when your hand wraps around his cock and tugs upward. “Ah, Fuck.”
He feels your hand against his chest and lies back when you push gently. He watches as you tug his tee-shirt and your underwear off, and he quickly follows to take his sweats off.
He slides his hands up your thighs when you settle on his. A breath catches in his throat when you wrap both hands around the width of his cock. His fingers gripping where your thighs meet your hips, and he watches with heavy lidded eyes as you lean forward slightly and spit. The dollop of saliva lands deftly on the head of his cock and Namjoon’s eyes roll back as you focus there.
You’re twisting your wrists, the slick sound of it and Namjoon’s harsh breaths are the only sounds in the quiet room. When he feels his lower stomach clench he grabs your wrist and still your movement.
“Fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think of literally anything else, “You’ll make me cum if you keep doing that.”
Your giggle rings like a bell and Namjoon smiles at the sound. Sitting up he pulls you forward, trapping his throbbing cock between his stomach and the heat of your cunt. He groans at how wet you are, blunt teeth nipping at your jaw. “Wanna ride it?” He breathes, “Hm? Wanna fuck me?”
He feels your nod, feels the shuddering breath you release against his hair. “Words, Princess.”
“Yeah, wanna fuck you.”
Namjoon helps you balance, guiding his cock – slick with your juices – to your entrance. He sucks on your tongue as you come down slowly, and Namjoon swears he’s seeing the pearly gates behind his tightly shut eyes when your walls flutter.
He lies back, giving you a moment and short, shallow thrusts. You look so beautiful above him, your hair a rumpled mess, throat and chest covered in bruises of his own making. He gives a single thrust, a hand sliding up your sweat slicked skin to palm at your breast, his other hand landing a harsh slap against your ass.
You squeak out a moan and Namjoon chuckles, doing it again, “C’mon, baby girl. Fuck me.”
Your hands press against his tummy, hips rising slowly and coming back down. He lets you set the pace, content to lie back and take what you give. He could feel your arousal dripping down his shaft, and Namjoon tightens his grip on your hips.
He plants his feet flat on the bed, meeting you halfway with his thrusts. He pulls you down with a hand behind your neck, when your chest meets his he wraps his other arm around your waist and sets a brutal pace.
“Feels so fucking good.” Namjoon groans, “Pussy’s so good—fuck.”
You’re moaning right in his ear, whining, breathless sounds that makes him fuck you harder. Without warning, your thighs squeeze at his sides and you tremble above him. Your orgasm pools in his groin in a gush of warmth, your moans pitching an octave with his name and Namjoon swears, fucking you through it.
“That’s it, baby. Good girl.” Namjoon groans, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. He slows his thrusts and gently eases you off him, he settles behind you when you’re on your stomach, lifting your hips to meet his.
Your moans are muffled by the sheets when he thrusts forward. He holds you steady with a hand gripping your waist and the other on the back of your neck. He focuses his thrusts on the spot that makes your walls tighten and drip.
He looks down to watch his cock disappear inside you, and the way your ass jiggles from the force of his thrusts. “Fuc—M’gonna cum. Where you want it?”
You meet his thrusts halfway, “Inside.”
“You sure?” Namjoon pants, slowing down just a bit.
“Yeah—wanna feel you. Please, daddy.”
Lightning shoots down his spine, curses in his mother tongue trapped behind his teeth as he spills his release inside you. He holds you pressed against him, balls deep, moaning at every throb of his cock.
He pulls you closer when he lays down, peppering kisses all over your face and wherever he could reach. When you’ve both caught your breaths, you finally speak, chin propped on your hand on his chest.
“Daddy, huh? That does it for you?” You’re giggling and Namjoon throws an arm over his eyes, groaning.
“Shut up.” He can’t help his smile, “You’re the one who said it, so I think it’s the other way around actually.”
“We’re both gonna lose if we go there.”
A half hour later, after the sheets in the guest bedroom were stripped and you and him are settled for the night in his room, Namjoon wouldn’t change a thing if he had the power to. He’d go into that cafe and sit at your table every time.
Ganymede has no choice in the matter, he would orbit Jupiter as long as she allows it.
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I WANT YOU. part. I knj.
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pair. idol namjoon x f. reader. f. is latina poc.
genre. falling in love, established relationship, romance, marriage
warnings. +18 racism and colorism discussed [this part does not contain smut, but the story is not made for a minor audience] this super delulu coded [pls tell me if i missed anything ]
synopsis; you make my life shine, and I think I also make yours shine or you didn't know how hard a relationship with a famous person would be
word count: 4.7k
A/N: i let my delusions run free with this one, i think ill be four parts.
next part.
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Just a the moment you thought the party was dying down they arrived, is not like you hated the idea of having a party, but this week has been hard on you, nothing went exactly as you planned, having your thesis send back two times in a row, draw you down, that thesis was the last thing between you and your PhD, you knew it was going to be hard, but God it really was testing you, of course you were happy for Namjoon today was a big day for him, he was finally releasing the book that he always wanted to publish a full guide on The Joseon era art and its influence in today's korean artwork, Namjoon was really proud of korean artists, so being able to pay homage to them was a big thing for him and for you, because Namjoon happiness was part of your own. 
The tight red dress that you were wearing might have been a bit too much, but it was Namjoon’s gift. It might have been tighter because you had put on some weight due to the stress of these months. Going to the gym or doing any type of exercise was the last thing on your mind. You would have been lying if you did not admit that, it was one of the things that were making you feel insecure tonight, your relationship was already hard, nobody believed that Namjoon the first born child of a korean family, the leader of the most successful kpop group and now Namjoon the writer would settle for you, a latin woman of color, that did not appeal to a single one of the korean standards, you weren't insecure by Namjoon’s feelings, but you were insecure on how everyone else feelings and prejudices might influence his decisions, is not like you were desperate for the ring, you really didn't need it, nor were you prepared for marriage, but sometimes it feel like the only thing that could silenced all the voices in your head, all the social media talk, and of course everyone around you. 
“Y/N?” He called for you. You were still in the balcony of the apartment, seated in the light brown handmade chair you purchased for the space, with a glass of wine enjoying the Seoul night, a slight breeze, and of course the beauty of the balcony Namjoon and you have crafted together, a lot of plants were everywhere accompanied by artworks and souvenirs that you both had collected through the years, some on your travels together, some alone.
“Yes, darling” you responded looking at him, Namjoon was an extremely handsome man, you loved that haircut in him, and his choice of clothing today was a masterpiece, that beige suit with a purple turtle neck top was a perfect mix. He looked at you with confusion in his eyes, he quickly brushed that look a way and sais,
“My parents are here, they're asking for you” Are they? was the only thing in your mind
You walked to him with a smile taking his hand, to greet them and most of the guest that have arrived since you little rendezvous to the balcony, you were begging that nobody would notice your weight, your thighs were clearly giving a show in that dress, god I hope the concealer is strong enough to cover the sleep bags in my eyes, do I still have lipstick on?
“Y/N!” His father greeted you “You look so beautiful tonight! How is your thesis going? Are you close to the finish line?” His father always looked happy to see you, but was he?
“Mr. Kim! Thank you! And yes I'm close to the finish line, if everything goes as planned, I will be able to present it in a few weeks” You responded with a smile giving him a hug and doing the same with his mother. She always looked at you, at your hair with curiosity?  Of course 4B coils were not the norm in Korea, but Korean beauty standards weren't going to pressure you into hating your beautiful hair.
After polite talks and greetings for a whole night with people that were close to both of you, in professional and personal level, the night was over, Namjoon and you finished saying good bye to the last guest and his agent, the night was a success, as you knew it would be, Namjoon never fails to amaze you, you saw him the whole night , moving around and enchanting everyone, you get it, you too were enchanted by him.
Finally being able to get rid of the uncomfortable shoes and the red lace around your waist that made the dress even tighter and letting Namjoon in the living room talking with the service that was in charge of getting everything clean up and tidy again, walking straight to your room, dreaming of the comfort of your bed, you forgot all the things that were placed on top of it, because you didn't trust any of the frail art pieces to be in the open while everybody drank and mingle, with not other option, you moved to the balcony, walking down to the kitchen first taking a glass of wine with you and politely smiling to the service, Namjoon was out of your sight.
Sitting on the cold floor of the balcony letting your hair free from the detailed bun that it was made into, enjoying the silence and peace of the night. You felt empty, maybe too much stress plus the insecurities in your relationship were passing you the bills, in a few months you would be 30, and if you get your PhD granted, working as a full time curator in the national art museum of Seoul, just what you wanted, but was Namjoon on your side for it? you didn't know.
“Babe” He called, putting a blanket on top of you, you did not realize how cold you were until he did so “ Tired? they are almost finishing, our room is ready, lets go” 
You looked at him from the floor with your face resting on the wooden bench, giving him a little nod, but your body was not responding to the idea of standing up, maybe you were too tired, maybe it was that third glass of wine, reminding you that alcohol was not your forte.
“Too tired? “ He said lifting you up, you hugged him, getting flooded by his strong musky scent.
Before you could realize it you were already on the bedroom, headlight turn off, the only light in the room coming from the bed stands, Namjoon sat you on the edge of the bed looking at you with curious eyes, his hands on you waist, you could feel his breathing, warmth, “Can we talk in the morning?” you ask, with almost no energy to spare.
“Is everything ok?” he asked back, now with a worried look on his face.
“Yes, I am exhausted, let's talk tomorrow please” you said standing up making your way to the bathroom, trying to unzip the dress off and failing. 
“Ok” He said, hugging you from the back, there it was again his scent, it made you feel so calm, at peace.
He started to remove the dress from you, leaving you there exposed to his eyes, and to yours. You could see the reflection in the mirror, how he was hugging you even harder, tighter, Namjoon loved you, you knew that.  He started to remove his own clothes, making you move the other side of the sink to remove your makeup.
You heard the water running in the tub, namjoon got close to you naked, “Want to take a bath?” 
“No, I’ll take a quick shower and go to bed”
“Ok darling “ He said, kissing your neck. Making you move.
He flicked due to the inspected action “I'm not in the mood to have sex” You said, before he could say anything.
“Is ok, I just want to feel you…” he said with a hurt look, you took a step back using the shower as an excuse. Namjoon was even more confused, because you never rejected physical touch, so it felt as if you were rejecting him, but you weren’t, you just wanted to reject the feeling that you had for him, because it felt like you had everything to lose.
It was around 2AM when you two were in bed together, Namjoon pulled you close, and you couldn't say no, you couldn't do that to him again. Nighttime passed through your eyes seeing the sun rise that sunday morning, you weren't able to sleep just thinking about all the possibilities, weighing your options, you could finish your phd and go back to your country, even though it was useless, jobs for a art history doctor, were not easy to find everywhere, you didn't think that you would be able to continue to live in korea after breaking up with him… the thought made you sob, you couldn't stay in bed anymore, so you quietly stood up, walking to your safe place the balcony.
The living room was like it always use to be everything clean up and in its place, you saw the blanket that namjoon used on you last night perfectly folded, taking it to the balcony with you, a cup of tea to clean your mind and a lonely space for you to cry in peace, and there you were cuddling up in the chair, with the cold morning breeze it was 6AM, but you were crying, because there were no other options for you, you knew, Namjoon would not settle for you, you'll never live up to the standard needed to be his wife, so it was better to finish it now, than wait for later.
Only your cries and the mobile hanging in the side could be heard, so that was it, like that, it was going to be over.
“Y/N?!” He called, and you used all your strength to hide your tears, but of course he noticed.
“Are you ok honey? Talk to me” You could hear the worry in his voice, you really tried to pull back the tears, but seeing him did not help
And there, both of you were, him hugging you and giving you solace, until your crying stopped, and all you could feel was his heartbeat, his hand going up and down comforting you. There he was for you, and you were about to end a 4 year old relationship.
You meet namjoon 7 months into arriving in seoul, while you were doing your master your favorite professor suggested you to pursue a doctorate in Korea, she knew people, she could get you a internship in Seoul’s national museum while you studied, and of course she knew people in HanYang university, you knew she was an important woman in the area, but you sub estimated her contacts and power, and there you were a year later accepted into Hanyang university with a full scholarship and paid internship, you didn't know how, but the rumor that you were there due to nepotism spread all over your department reaching your workplace, while it was true that your professor helped you, the scholarship was won fairly due to your grades and the ingenuity of your master's thesis. It made your work and student life harder, as if the racism and colorism wasn't enough, but of course you weren't there to make friends, you were there to finish your studies and make a name for yourself. 
That just made everyone hated you more, your coworkers thought it would be great for you, a newly hire to conduct a private view of a new exposition for a VIP, at that point you did not know if it was the racism, the nepotism rumor or because they did not want to make it themselves; but at the end that's how you met namjoon, of course you knew who he was, you might not been his fan, but you knew what his impact was, the quality of his music, and the power he had. His whole presence made you nervous, but you weren't going to risk your job nor lose the professionalism. He ended up being there because the director invited him to look at the new collection that you direct boss had picked, but he wanted it to be private, he wanted to enjoy it, and that's how the both of you ended up there, sitting on the floor of the museum admiring the work behind the main art piece.
“Now I understand, why he wanted me to look at it in person” he said with a smile “it is magnific, it was worthy escaping from the studio for this”
“I know, art can free you, it's like the whole world shut down for a minute and you can breathe” you said, genuinely happy, because he was really calm and easy to talk to, so you weren't nervous anymore, it was a success.
“Indeed” he said looking at you, you felt the warm in your face because of the way he was looking at you, he stood up and helped you too “It has been a pleasure Y/N, meeting you and the collection, I think now I am supposed to take a photo” You got frozen en place, his voice was deep and raspy, it got you flustered, you came back to your senses
“Y-yes, you do, gimme a minute to look for the camera” You said moving quickly.
You took various photos of him, he looked great in every single one, Namjoon was a handsome man, and on top of that he was so humble and easy, maybe you expectatives where in the low as soon as you heard the world VIP or maybe Namjoon was just different, he made your heart move faster.
While you were tidying up he approached you with a question,
“Y/N would you like to take a photo with me?” it surprised you , but you did not have the ability to say no.
He pulled you close, you didn't know what to do, and he noticed, so he just told you to smile, you did so, but only god knows how you ended up looking in that picture. After that he said his farewell, and you could see his bodyguards getting closer than they were before.
It was such an experience it shaked your life for the next days, you could only think of him and his strong scents, it was so good, like a forest, as the freshness of the summer, Namjoon really did a number on you, you googled half of his life in those days, and started to listing to his music, it was really good, now you understood even more his fame. At the moment that you thought that you were forgetting the flustered feeling that he led on you, he posted it, he posted the photo that he took with you, you had a start sticker on your face, and his caption left you thinking about him even more,
art can free you, the whole world shut down for a minute and you can breathe
Did he post that because of you? Did he?
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It was a normal thursday, you were in the subway on your way to work, thinking about the essay you had due this sunday, it was almost done, but you felt it was missing something, moonchild playing on your airpods. The day promised to be rainy, it always rained in seoul, but not in the sad depressing way it rained in London, Seoul’s rain was calm and nostalgic, sometimes it was full of rage. 
You didn't have much to do at work that day, the inauguration of the exposition was a success, you replied to the emails you had, sent some codes and updated the maintenance date of some artworks.
“Miss. Y/N, Mr. Park is asking to see you, if you could go to his office please” the voice caught you by surprise, it came from Mr. Shin, executive assistant of the museum director, the surprise was more in him coming directly to see you instead of sending you an email. Have something happened, did you mess up something…
You colleagues gave you strange and curious looks, it wasn't a normal situation, and their looks worked as a further confirmation. 
Walking through the administration hallways behind Mr. Shin, got you nervous, what could've gone wrong why are they calling you, are you fired? no, R.R.H.H would’ve called for that. Mr. Shin led you to the office door and retired, you could not bring yourself to knock at the door scared, but there was no other way of escaping it. You knocked on the door twice, until you heard a deep voice say, “Come in”
You opened the door using all your strength and calm “Good morning Mr. Park, how may I help-
You stopped on your word when you saw Namjoon sitting in the middle of the room, Mr. Park's office was big, two mauve sofas facing each other in front of the big brown desk, and Namjoon was seated in one of them looking at you with a smile.
“Hello ‘Y/N” his deep voice filling the room, “Please sit down’” he said signaling the sofa in front of him
You were frozen in your step, why was Namjoon there? you quickly got back to your senses, and greeted him sitting in front of him, you didn't know if the nervousness was visible, your hands were sweaty, while they rested on your knees.
“I know you got up here thinking you were going to see YoungJo, I am sorry for that, but I did not wanted to make a fuss, hope you understand” you nodded in comprehension, of course it was going to be worse if Kim Nam Joon came calling for you, it was already weird Mr. Park doing so.
“I'm going to be direct, would you like to work for me?” The shock was painted in your face “I want someone to curate some art pieces for my parents house, and for my house too, since our conversation last week, I feel that you would be perfect for it, we share the same art vision”
You couldn't say a word, he was waiting for your response, but since you stood there in silence he continue “Money is not the problem, nor is the time, please name your price and tell me when we can start working together”
“I-I, are you sure? wouldn't you like someone more professional for this? someone with more experience in the area” you muttered, still lacking the words.
“No” he said solemnly “I am not looking for experience or somebody with a name in this, I want you and your fresh views, I read your master thesis, and I know your working in your doctorate, as I said your vision is what I want, it amuse me”
“Can I think about it?” You said, but what was there to think.
“Of course” he said “Here look, this is my personal number, you can call me or add me to Kakao, and my agent number in case I don't respond, but it is unlikely” he handed you both of the cards, looking at your shocked face with a smile. “If someone asks, just tell them that YoungJo confused you with someone else, ok?”
You nodded, still feeling out of place, looking at his almond shaped eyes, he said goodbye and left, letting you there. You slowly stood up, and walked to your department, art acquisitions, as soon as you arrived your coworkers started whispering. You sat down keeping face, when you were about to start working, Anja, who seated next to you asked,
“Hey Y/N what was that about?” with curiosity flooding her face, you smile and said loud enough,
“It was nothing, looks like they were calling someone else and somehow they got to me” you said shrugging your shoulders, resting importance to it, with you saying that the whispering and the looks finished.
The rest of the day was normal, but you still could feel the nervousness in your gut, he read your thesis, and wanted you to help him curate art for his family house and his home, it feel surreal, to good to be truth, but if it was, the opportunity was amazing, Namjoon would become your first private client, the scholarship money was decent, and you pay wasn’t that bad, but you knew that whatever Namjoon would pay you would be enough to pay rent until you found a space in the campus dorms. You weren't sure yet, there wasn't a big reason to say no, but you felt insecure. What if your work does not live up to his expectations?
You arrived home putting those thoughts to rest, working on your assignments and studying your lectures, before you could realize it, it was already past midnight and you knew what you were going to say.
Hello Mr. Kim,
I would love to work with you, please let’s discuss terms and conditions.
Have a great day, “Y/N”
12:51 am
Looking at your phone screen maybe it was too short? but it didn't need any more it was concise, you hit sent, without realizing, that you did not programmed the text message to be sent at 9 in the morning, panicking looking at the screen, until those 3 hell looking dots started blinking,
Amazing, and yes I’ll have a great day ;)
knj
12:52 am
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And there you were the next day, in front of Namjoon’s workplace building, he asked you to come the next day to discuss the job requirements and pay, you set a 3PM meeting with him, going to the big doors of HYBE ent. you were nervous hand sweating approaching the reception, you'd feel the looks, but is not like you cared anymore, but maybe you should had hided your hair today, everyone at work was already use to it, but this was a new environment, the comfort of your usual places made you forget where you were.
“Hello good evening, I have a meeting” You say approaching one of the well groomed ladies in front of you, she looked you up and down, and say,
“Excuse you?” Your korean might not be the best, but it wasn't bad, now being here for almost 8 months it had clearly improved, you repeated yourself, and then she ‘understood’
“Ok, May I know the name of the person and their department please?” she said with a smirk in her face,
“I don't know his department, the name is Kim Nam Joon” she and the two ladies at her side looked at you like you were a rare species. 
“Are you sure of that?” She said with a shuckle, she wanted to laugh, it was clearly on her face.
“Yes I am sure, I wouldn't have come here if I wasn't” you said annoyed.
“Miss please, don't shame yourself in here, please go, or I'll be obligated to call security” the disgusted expression on her face saying everything you needed to know.
“Could you at least call him to verify?” keeping the last strand of politeness you asked.
“No. Please leave or I'll call security” she said standing up signaling the big crystal doors.
You were mad, not knowing what to do walking down to the doors, hearing his laughs and the looks of the people around, until of course your brain reacted, you were a smart girl after all,
Hello Mr. Kim I am already here
2:58 pm 
Ok, amazing please come to my studio they'll tell you the floor ;p
2:59 am
I am not being allowed, I went to the front desk and they asked me to go, should I?
3:00 pm
What? why? please dont leave, youre in the lobby right ill come to you
3:00 pm
You read the last text, still being mad but now you knew that namjoon actually wanted you there, you stood close to the door still with some of the looks in you, but they couldn't send you out, you haven't done anything and you could easily say you were going to the store. 5 minutes passed and you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket Namjoon was calling you.
“Hi Y/N? on what side are you?” his voice sounded agitated, as if he had run.
“Hello, yes, I’m close to the doors, I have a white cardigan and a brown plaid scarf” 
“I think I see you” and when he said that, you heard the commotion, there he was, his hair looking frizzy, like he had been passing his fingers through it. He had a pale green sweatshirt, a dark brown jacket and light brown trousers.
You heard the call finish, and he was getting closer to you, the people in the lobby were looking at him, and you were too but not with the same eyes. Namjoon looked so hot, he smiled at you, he was happy to see you and that calmed your heart.
“Hello Y/N, I thought you would leave” he said, extending his hand to you, you shaked hands with him.
“I almost did” you said, trying to conceal the discomfort in your voice.
“What happened, why couldn't you come in? it was just a call away” he said smiling to the people around you, you started walking with him and two bodyguards started walking at the sides.
“I explained that to the lady but she did not care to confirm that”
“Who?” the demanding tone clearly in his voice he stopped to look at you, his eyes waiting for an answer
“T-he lady with the ponytail” you mutter, namjoon’s eyes intimidate you.
“Is ok” he said, dragging you to the front desk, “Can I have a visitors pass for MY guest” he was clearly annoyed, and you were too, the face in the lady was priceless, she was between shock and disbelief, until she actually needed to talk,
“C-can I have some form of ID? " she asked, you opened your purse to take your passport, going directly to your work visa.
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Namjoon drove you to his studio, scanning his face on the door. The hallway to it was beautifully decorated with small and big art pieces, Namjoon really had a great taste, his studio was small but cozy, you could feel how he crafted every space himself, it screamed his whole personality. 
“Please sit down” he said and you did so “Before we begin I am obligated to made you sign a NDA, is just protocol” he said sitting in from of you handing you a folder
“Yes, I understand” you said, giving a quick read to the NDA, you signed because it was ok and handed it to him.
“Ok, perfect. Do you want something to drink? I’m making myself a coffee” he stood up waiting for your answer.
“Water would be fine”
“I don't like to beat around the bush Y/N, I want you to pick beautiful and meaningful pieces for me, I would do it myself” he brought a glass of water for you, while holding a cup of smoking coffee “But I am pretty busy right now and I like you, and your style. Your thesis in Seurat, was an enjoyable read, and I feel that your fresh vision would be perfect for what I want” He sat down in front of you taking a sip, you did the same, Namjoon made you nervous, his aura was intoxicating.
“I get it, still, I don't have a full experience curating, I might have the theory but I stick lack the practice” you said being honest
“I'm giving the practice to you, what about 15% for every piece you pick for me? " he said with a smile that made his dimples show up.
You smiled at him “What about 20%?” You smirked.
“25%, do we have a deal?” he put down his cup to look you directly in the eyes.
“W-we do.” you smiled at him nervously due to his gaze.
“You could've said 50% and I would have said yes. I just want you.” He said standing up, giving you his hand, his words made you lose your breath.
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7brownsuga7 · 23 days
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Namjoon has always had an eye for art. An artistic eye if you will. The way his eyes would sweep over exhibits, pondering over each artifact. The way he would pause and study each one, taking in the details. His lips would carefully form a sentence indicating how he felt about each piece. You sometimes felt like you was apart of one whenever he was around you. His eyes watching you. With you his words are less critiquing and more caring, careful. He makes you feel like a piece of art but not in a way were you feel like an object on display while others can nitpick at you. But in a way where he makes you feel loved, seen. Like an afternoon sunset. Ready to bask in your beauty. Because he’s always had an eye for art.
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peachywritess · 1 year
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happiness looks good on you ー knj
☁️ genre: long-term lovers, estabilished relationship, fluff, kind of domestic!au, namjoon being a supportive husband.
☁️ pairings: husband!kim namjoon x artist!female!reader
☁️ warnings: there aren't any, just joonie being husband material, use of pet names such as jagiya, baby, love.
☁️ word count: 1,7k
☁️ author's note: just a small little thing i had in mind, not my best but i really liked writing this, i hope you like it bubs!!<3
Feedbacks are welcomed !
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The brush plopped into the water jar, and a few drops of coloured liquid spilt on the wooden surface. Some ended up on your phone which lit up, the lock screen displaying your favourite picture: you and Namjoon holding a white teddy bear he had won at an amusement park. You remembered that day clearly: it was your first anniversary.
You had captured the moment with a polaroid camera Namjoon had bought as a gift, and you still hadn’t figured out how it worked so the shot came out far too bright. However, looking at that picture years later still brought a sense of warmth and nostalgia: you were both so young, inexperienced, and still seeking to understand each other. Seven years had passed since that day, and so many things had happened: your trip to Bali, rescuing two calico cats and naming them Zelda and Esme, your tour of Europe, and then your marriage.
Your house was full of memories and pictures from your numerous adventures like the one in the Italian Alps where you were too scared to cross a suspended bridge, and Namjoon had to carry you for more than a mile. Or the one in the french Blue Coast when he had mistaken tanning oil for sunscreen so you both had pretty bad sunburns for the entire week.
“I told you to buy sunscreen, Joonie - sunscreen!”
“It is! See, huile de bronzage.” He had panicked showing you the little brown bottle.
“It literally means tanning oil, Namjoon Kim!”
A smile shone on your lips ー reminiscing all of the wonderful memories you had made together. You missed his buzz cut, and how his short hair used to tingle your palms: when you were younger, Namjoon let you dye it in different colours. One time, you had opted for pretty pink flowers, and the dye had stayed on for months.
You loved that he couldn't give a damn about other people's judgement - in fact - he would always brag to his hyungs how talented his girlfriend was. Surely, he would let you know.
"Jagiya, you are so talented. Please dye my hair forever!"
You had majored in arts whereas Namjoon had chosen to open up a travel agency. Initially, it was not easy for either of you: you had only each other's support and getting through the month was always difficult.
Namjoon stayed out late to advertise his shop, but despite this he would always stay up all night watching you finalise one of your paintings, making sure to bring you a glass of water about every half hour because "it's important to stay hydrated when you are working hard."
He would try his best to stay awake by telling you about his day, showering you with compliments and then attempting to analyse what you were painting. You would quietly listen to him, some mhmh's and mhh's in response and occasionally interrupt his chatter to tell him to get some rest. Yet each time he reiterated the same phrase: 'I'll stay awake as long as you do, love'.
And so within minutes he would fall asleep on the couch and you would bring a blanket and a pillow for him to be comfortable.
But now, his hair had grown out and you had practically lost the sparks you usually felt when you painted. Finishing a canvas was now something you had to do - and really didn't enjoy at all.
“You have one month, Y/N. Then I will shred the contract to pieces, understood?”
You listened in silence as your boss complained over the phone, her voice a few octaves higher.
“I mean, what happened to you? Do you think I pay lazy and unmotivated people? Our company seeks talent and commitment, and I’m afraid you no longer have any of these requirements.”
You sharply inhaled pinching the bridge of your nose, back resting against the chair as Namjoon stood right behind you, he too in silence. His hands were placed on your shoulders, which he stroked softly.
“I understand, Mrs Han. I am working on a piece at the moment, and I swear that it will be done in less than a month-” 
You took all of your courage to speak - that woman truly scared you. Ms Han was the director of the agency you worked for, whose aim was to sell artwork at a premium price. She was a fifty-year-old woman with a passion for belittling her employees and underpaying them.
“No more promises, I don’t care. I just want that piece at the end of this month.” She interrupted you, and you sighed.
Just know that this is your last chance.”
And just like that she hung up, leaving you lost in a limbo of disbelief and terror: you could not afford to lose this job. 
Yes, it probably wasn't the best job on the planet, but you hadn't yet realised your dream of opening your own atelier, and this company - although not particularly ethical - was a sure ticket to gaining a small amount of notoriety in the industry.
“Wow, what a bitch.” Namjoon proclaimed breaking the silence and bringing a small smile to your lips. 
“Damn right she is.”
You groaned, squinting your eyes shut, before running your hands down your face - in a gesture of sheer exasperation. “I could end her whole career if I wanted to.”
“Then do that, baby. You have nothing to lose, she does.”
You let your head fall back, resting it on the chair, finally meeting your boyfriend's gaze. He was smiling, and his dimples looked so adorable you wanted to squeeze his cheeks.
“Um, probably my job, Joonie?”
“Yeah, that’s a good point.”
Namjoon leaned forward until you were close enough to look directly into his eyes, then left a soft kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, savouring that brief moment of tranquillity. His attention then shifted to the canvas in front of you - a few lines of red paint already starting to dry up - and observed it thoroughly without saying a word.
"Do you remember when you accepted the job offer?" He questioned.
"Mhmh, what about it?"
"And do you also remember what you told me?"
You bit your lower lip, scratching your chin with your index finger.
You had said a million, no, a billion things to Namjoon before you signed that contract.
"Um, wish me luck?" You said in a slightly questioning tone, and your husband facepalmed.
With a swift movement, he turned the chair you were sitting on allowing you to look him directly in the eyes. That gesture made you blush and you stared at him with doe eyes.
"No, jagi, not the correct answer." He tilted his head, soft jet-black locks brushing his forehead. "You promised me you wouldn't let them change you."
You were struggling, and that broke his heart.
Namjoon knew you were desperately trying to paint something, anything that would please your boss. He had examined the shift in your brushstrokes from time to time, and they didn’t seem to belong to you. They were abrupt and quick, whereas you always directed them with gentle movements.
He was not seeing you on that canvas, instead, he was seeing a version you had been forced to become.
"Is it worth it, love? Do you want to become a machine for them to make more money?"
You sighed. He was right ー Namjoon was so right.
You had completely forgotten how it felt to make art, you had forgotten how it felt to be free. You had submitted to their rules because they had made empty promises from the start and you had believed them.
Namjoon crouched down, resting his hands on your knees. In that position, the light coming from the window illuminated his face as you gazed at him with pure admiration. He was glowing.
His brown eyes seemed to light up, turning a honey-like amber colour.
"Joonie..." You murmured as your hands gently grabbed his. "I can't lose this job, I just cannot."
"Y/N, you are the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that right?"
His thumbs softly rubbed the back of your hands, something he always did to comfort you. As he stroked he gently drew imaginary shapes like circles, flowers or hearts.
You hummed in response locking eyes with him.
"That's why I want the best for you. I want you to be happy because I can't bear the thought of you ever suffering. And what I truly wish for, is for you to find your love for art again, and-"
"Baby..."
"I don't want you to feel obligated because I swear to you Y/N, I will always support you no matter what," he then grabbed both your hands in his, and brought them to his lips. "but I wish you just left this job."
You smiled when Namjoon placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Despite all these years, he had never changed: he was still the same old romantic and you couldn't complain.
"I know, Joonie, but what if I can't find anything? What if... I don't make enough money to open the atelier?"
Namjoon lightly squeezed your hands, his eyes never leaving yours as one hand cupped your cheek, delicately caressing it.
"Jagiya, you are the most talented woman I've ever known, and you can do whatever you wish to do. You inspire me every day."
"I wouldn't even know where to start." You relaxed in his touch, letting out a breath.
The warmth of his hand unexpectedly left your cheek, and that's when you saw him searching for something in the pocket of his jeans.
"Perhaps, you could start with these."
You blinked quickly observing the object your husband was holding before your eyes. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding why he was showing you a pair of rusty keys.
Then, a wave of realisation hit you.
Namjoon immediately noticed your eyes turning glazy and your mouth opening slightly in an expression of pure wonder. You grabbed the keys with trembling hands and clutched them to your chest, heart racing.
"The place is a bit run down, but I am sure that in a few months, we will manage to make it perfect."
Without wasting a second you threw your arms around his neck, and tears of happiness fell from your eyes. You couldn't believe it: your dream had just come true.
"I love you so much, Joon, I- I can't believe it. I love you!"
Namjoon stroked your hair, unable to resist tearing up with you, holding you close to him. At that moment, all he wished was for time to stand still and remain like that forever.
"I love you too, princess."
Happiness looked so good on you.
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chans-room · 2 years
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Stress Relief
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Pairing: Frat boy! Namjoon x thick college! Reader (poly ot7 x reader alluded to)
Genre: established relationship, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut
Rating: 18+ only
Warnings: Hurt feelings bc of a professor, thick reader insecurities, reader talks poorly about herself briefly, imposter syndrome feelings, day drinking to cope with emotions, explicit sexual content, Daddy Dom!Namjoon, sub!Reader, over use of the word Daddy, fingering, marking, cockwarming, dumbification if you squint, finger sucking?, talks of punishment, allusions of a d/s relationship
Word count: 1.9k
Thank you @eureka-its-zico for helping me edit this and alway reading the random stuff that comes out of my brain.
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She sighed, dropping her bag on the floor, making a bee-line for the kitchen. She figured no one would be home, and by the time someone did come home, she would be wasted. She picked a half-empty bottle of tequila off the counter, unscrewing the cap and taking a drink.
“What’s got you so worked up, baby?” Namjoon’s deep voice stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes slid over to his form, sprawled out on the couch lazily watching her. “Is my girl skipping class to drink all by herself?”
She pouted, walking over to him before plopping herself in his lap, not bothering to discard the tequila bottle as she slotted her knees over his hips. She normally wasn’t so bold as to put all her weight onto any of them, still conscious of her size despite their many, and repeated, protests. His giant hands reached out to take hold of her, kneading into her plush thighs. “No, I didn’t have class today because we had individual evaluations,” she mumbled, taking another shot as the tears welled in her eyes.
Namjoon frowned at her, wiping away a stray tear that she didn’t realize had escaped, “Oh baby girl,” he sighed, taking the bottle out of her hand before crushing her into his chest. She couldn’t hold it in anymore; she let the tears fall from her eyes as he rubbed her back gently, whispering softly in her ear as he held her.
“I just feel so stupid, Joonie,” she whimpered, burying her face in his shirt, her arms wrapped around him.
“Baby you’re not stupid,” he cooed, kissing the side of her head, “I don’t date stupid girls. And you’re my only girl,” he teased gently, making her pout at him.
“You didn’t hear what he said,” she mumbled sadly into his shoulder.
“What did he say to you baby,” Namjoon asked gently, his hand threading into her hair as he held the back of her head. She closed her eyes, releasing the tension in her shoulders, already feeling more calm. Namjoon had that effect on her, he always had. He seemed to know when she needed to be held, and his embrace was a solace for her. “Come on now baby, I know you’re a lightweight but you’re not about to pretend two sips of tequila can take you out.”
“It’s not the tequila, Joonie,” she sighed, nuzzling into his neck, “You know my brain goes a little fuzzy when you hold me like this. It makes me feel safe.”
He laughed, his lips dropping to the top of her head before pulling her tighter to his chest, “That’s because you’re my love, and you’ll always be safe with me,” he said seriously, “Now tell me what your professor said to you, baby.”
“He told me that I should never have been let into the program because I’m not good enough and implied that I stole the spot from someone more deserving,” she recounted sadly. She had felt extra confident walking to class that morning with Jungkook by her side — she had been so sure her professor would have some positive feedback for her final project that she'd even worn the cute, but short, dress Jin had put in her closet the week before. But the meeting had undercut any confidence she’d been building.
Namjoon’s body went rigid under hers, the shame from her professor’s words cutting through her like a knife as she sunk back into herself. Maybe her professor was right and Namjoon just didn’t know how to tell her he agreed. What if everyone agreed but hadn’t said anything to her to spare her feelings? Shame rose in her chest like bile and she tried to push herself off of Namjoon’s lap, but she was caught by his strong arms easily.
“Baby girl, tell me what’s happening in your head right now,” he demanded, his voice dropping an octave in the way he only did when he was slipping into a dominant headspace, or when he was angry.
“Do you think he’s right?” She whispered, earning a sharp inhale from Namjoon.
“I can’t understand why anyone would say something so disgustingly false to you,” he spat out through ground teeth, tugging the hair at the back of her head firmly to tilt her head backwards. The rage burning in his eyes made her stomach flip, a small gasp flying out of her mouth at his sudden aggression. “No one should talk to you like that. You’re fucking amazing, and smart, and talented, and the fact that he suggested that you were anything less, is not only ridiculous, but stupid.”
“I really appreciate you saying that, but he’s my professor and his opinion of me is really important, Joonie—“ she sighed, but was cut off by another firm tug on her hair and the soft moan that followed.
“Do you think that I would lie to you, baby girl,” he smiled darkly as her eyes rolled back, “Do you think that low of me?”
“No, daddy,” she pouted, making him hum in approval, “But you tell me to be a good girl and respect my professors, even if I don’t like them.”
“You’re right, sweet girl,” he smiled softly, releasing her hair before both of his hands wrapped around her thighs tightly. “But I don’t like this professor of yours very much. And I doubt anyone else will appreciate what he had to say about our perfect girl either.”
“But what if he’s right, daddy?” She sighed, her gaze dropping to her hands, “I’m not as smart or talented or driven as the rest of you,” she mumbled sadly.
“Nope, none of that. What’s rule number two?” Namjoon asked seriously, catching her chin between his fingers and tilting her head up.
“I’m not allowed to talk badly about myself,” she mumbled, staring into his eyes.
“That’s right,” He nodded, “Now hold onto me,” he instructed before propelling himself off the couch, keeping her pressed tightly to him as he headed up the stairs to his bedroom.
“Namjoon! Put me down! I’m too—“
“If you say one more negative thing about yourself today, baby girl, I’ll tell Yoongi and I’ll let him decide what your punishment is, you got that?” He said
Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, “Am I being punished right now?” She whispered into his neck, almost afraid of what the answer was going to be.
“No baby,” he said kicking his bedroom door closed with his heel before settling against his headboard, not letting her move off his lap. “You need to remember how important you are, and how loved you are. I can see you doubting yourself, and me, so we’re going to try something.”
She nodded, grateful that he was able to understand her as intimately as he did. One look and he knew how vulnerable she was, and she trusted him to take care of her needs. His plush lips met hers firmly, making her melt further into his embrace. There was something about the way he kissed her that rendered her brain useless. Her hips started rocking against him of their own volition, his hard length dragging against her core.
She almost didn’t realize his hands were already under her dress until she heard a loud rip, a small gasp flying out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, baby, I’ll buy you a new pair, but I’m not letting you out of my arms,” he shrugged, a finger sinking into her heat. She whined loudly at the intrusion, her hands finding purchase in his wheat coloured hair. She’d helped him choose the colour after he lost a bet against Hoseok. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He asked sweetly, making her cheeks flush.
“I always try to be good for you,” she sighed. Namjoon’s hands always made her feel good, giving her more pleasure than pain, and rarely teasing her. Those giant hands of his — the ones everyone else said were the cause of destruction — were only used to destroy her sanity when they were on her body. His long, thick fingers could reach spots she could only dream of, and always managed to remain gentle, even in the most heated moments.
“You’re such a good girl, baby,” he smiled tenderly, removing his finger from her entrance. But before she could protest, his tip was at her entrance, making her eyes roll back. “That’s it, just take my cock nice and slow, baby girl,” he said encouragingly, holding her hips in his hands. He inched himself inside her, painstakingly slow as she whined and shuddered against him, “You’re doing so good,” he whispered into her hair, voice low and raspy.
“Daddy,” she keened desperately, burying her face in his neck as she showered the exposed golden skin in affection, leaving a collection of hickeys across his chest. “Please, don’t tease me,” she whispered before he bottomed out, dragging a breathy moan from her.
He chuckled softly, trailing his fingers up and down her back to calm her, “I’m not going to fuck you into the mattress like I know you want me to,” he grinned, but her mind had gone blank. All she could focus on was how full she felt; it wasn’t an entirely new sensation, but it was usually accompanied by him pounding into her like he had a point to prove. Namjoon was huge everywhere, and he’d always made her feel deliriously fucked out whenever they were together but now, just sitting with him inside her made her realize how entirely consuming he could be when he wanted to be. She felt like she was floating, only half in reality as he settled her weight against him as he saw fit.
She was almost dizzy at the sensation, her words slurring as he held her hips against his with one arm, “Fuck, daddy, ‘m so full,” she mumbled, her hands shaking as she clung to him, eyes trying to focus on his face.
She could see his proud smile, “My perfect little girl, so full she can’t focus,” he hummed happily. Her eyes rolled back as he pulled her almost impossibly closer, changing the angle as her face came to rest against his chest, cradling the back of her head in his hand.
If her mind hadn’t been blank before, it was now. The gentle lull of his heartbeat in her ear, combined with the mind numbing fullness, and the comfort and security of Namjoon’s embrace had her nodding dumbly.
“We’re gonna sit like this until everyone else comes home, and then we are going to remind you how perfect you are,” he explained, getting a slow nod in return. She was struggling to stay coherent, and he knew it. “God, you look so good like this baby, so perfect. Your eyes are all glassy and your cheeks are flushed,” he smiled, lifting one of his fingers to her lips to trace over the curve of her Cupid’s bow.
She gazed up at him through her eyelashes, taking the pad of his finger into her mouth, “Thank you daddy,” she mumbled, not bothering to remove his finger from her lips.
A low hum emanated from Namjoon’s chest as he stared down at her lovingly. Exhaustion overwhelmed her, the security of unconsciousness threatening to pull her under. “Daddy’s got you, baby girl,” he cooed softly, “Just rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Tagging @bibbykins @walkxthexmoon @blushingatyou @smasmashie for telling me to post this 🥴 sorry it’s like a week later than I said
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honeytae · 11 months
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hello lovies! i found a very old version of this in my drafts and decided to revamp it, so here’s some good old namjoon comfort. reader is seriously going through it, but joonie is the sweetest boyfriend ever!
word count, genre: 900+, angst/fluff
trigger warning - this drabble deals with themes of depression and anxiety
You were halfway between consciousness when the chime of your doorbell sat you up straight. Rubbing at your eyes, you stretched your legs, rolling your eyes as the doorbell rang out again.
Huffing, you stood from the couch and made your way to the front door, socked feet dragging along the floors of your foyer.
Realization dawned upon you as you tugged on the door handle, the tightness in your chest easing a bit at the memory of the soup you’d ordered an hour ago.
“Thank you,” you murmured to the delivery person standing in your doorway, trading the tip in your hand with the paper bag in theirs.
You had nearly forgotten you’d ordered anything.
Lately things had been off. You couldn’t quite place your finger on it, but your energy levels were all out of wack, your head felt heavy all of the time, and you were much too sedentary for typical comfort.
You got like this sometimes. It had happened enough that you knew you’d find the light again. That didn’t make you feel any less uneasy, though.
Heaving a sigh, you made your way to your living room. The shades were closed, just as they’d been for the last week. There wasn’t any reason to open them and let daylight blind you. You were also actively avoiding the fact that everyone else was out there living their lives while you sunk deeper and deeper into your funk.
You set the bag of food down on the coffee table with a sad crumpling noise, settling back into the couch cushions and watching as if it would suddenly unpack itself.
You aren’t sure when you fell back asleep, but you wake to the smell of noodles and a gentle weight on your forearm.
Blinking your bleary eyes open, you can just barely make out the sight of your boyfriend leaning over you, a gorgeous smile pulling at his lips.
“Hi, sleepyhead,” he crooned as you slipped further out of slumber, the cushions below you shifting as he lowered himself beside you.
“Hey,” you spoke around a yawn, “I didn’t know you were coming over tonight,” you shifted closer to him, nuzzling into his side as he threw an arm around you.
“Hm, me neither. Finished up a little early,” he paused to pucker his lips against the top of your head, “and I missed you,” he spoke into your hair.
Shifting your gaze up to him, he leaned back to accommodate you, brown eyes glittering back at you being one of the only light sources in the dark room.
“I missed you too,” you sighed, meeting his soft lips in a chaste kiss, reaching up to soothingly scratch at his scalp.
He hummed against your lips, his touch leaving you for a moment as he leaned over to the coffee table. It was only then that you realized he had heated up your food from earlier, a steady lump swelling in your throat as he took a cup in his hand and guided it into your own.
You thanked him with a shy smile, faltering a bit when you saw the concern tainting his eyes.
“You’re worrying,” you squinted at him, watching triumphantly as his lips twitched just the slightest in response to your accusation.
It’s not necessarily that you’re trying to hide your struggles from Namjoon. You’d been with him long enough that you could read each other super easily, so there was no doubt in your mind that he knew you were in a major slump. You just never wanted to be the reason for Namjoon’s stress, reaching out to poke his cheek until you were met with that dimple you loved oh so dearly.
“Of course I am,” he started, causing you to raise your eyebrows as you anxiously stirred the spoon in the soup, giving him your full attention as he laid a palm on your thigh.
“I just,” he blinked, pausing for a moment, “I want to help you so bad. No matter what you’re telling yourself, your problems are my problems, baby,” he sighed, fingers massaging into the back of your neck at the first glimpses of tears gathering along your waterline.
“We can talk all night - hell, all week if you need to, okay?” he murmured, his soft tone eliciting more hot tears to run down your cheeks. They were immediately intercepted by Namjoon’s thumbs, your trembling lips soothed by soft puckers of his own.
“But please,” he pouted, his hand leaving your thigh to wrap around yours holding the warm cup of food, “please eat your soup,” his plea making you chuckle as you filled the spoon full of broth again.
Namjoon watched fondly as you guided the spoonful into your mouth, gently sliding his hands beneath your thighs to shift you sideways onto his lap.
“Okay?” He asked, tilting his head as he looked into your glassy eyes for confirmation.
You nodded, sniffling as you spooned the soup into your mouth. It was warm, comforting, just like your boyfriend.
“Okay,” you agreed, letting out a deep exhale as he wrapped his arms around your torso to hug you to him, laying his head on your shoulder as you continued to eat.
“Thanks for being my rock,” you swallowed the salty broth, watching Namjoon’s fingers fiddle with the hem of your shorts.
“You’re your own rock,” he affirmed, “I’m just the rainwater that washes away the dirt and grime.”
You snorted at the dorky sentiment, tilting your head to watch as his eyes crinkled in laughter at himself. You dropped your forehead on his shoulder, smiling at the sound of his healing giggles. You pressed your cheek to his shoulder, exhaling as he rubbed the warmth of his palm up and down your spine.
“Well, thanks for being my rainwater, then.”
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jungqkook · 4 months
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˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ HEALING EMBRACE ┊ KIM NAMJOON, JUNG HOSEOK
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SUMMARY ┊ going through an unexpected breakup is never easy. but your heart feels less heavy now as your two best friends show you what true love feels like.
WARNINGS ┊ mention of heartbreak & breakup, so much fluff
based on this request, dedicated to those who need a tight hug to soothe their aching heart <3 click on read more
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the sun has just begun to cast its soft glow through the curtains, signaling the start of a new day. as the gentle rays illuminate the room, you stir from your slumber, your eyes blinking away the remnants of a restless night.
you forgot the last time you've cried your eyes out for so long, but you are certain you were left without a tear in your body. although you can’t help but feel the weight of heartbreak lingering heavily on your chest, and the pain. you've never thought it could seem so insurmountable.
you feel a lump forming in your throat at the thought; you, being so vulnerable, destroying yourself for a man who you knew didn't deserve you. that is probably why you feel so shameful, wasting your tears for a man whose only aim in life was to hurt you.
just the thought of him makes your blood boil and your body shake in frustration, but the feeling is soon gone when you feel an heavy arm tightening against your waist. as your eyes open, you can't help but smile as you become aware of the warmth enveloping you completely.
you didn’t remember falling asleep like this, cozily nestled between your two best friends, whose arms are around you as if to cage you -- not that you mind.
the same way you didn’t mind when you found the same men standing outside the door of your apartment last night, food in their hands, fully prepared to help you as they always did.
you truly feel lucky like to have someone like hoseok and namjoon in your life -- the two inseparable best friends (more like brothers) who share the same affection and love for you. sometimes you wonder if you deserve to have them in your life, but never in your years of friendship did they ever made you believe you were a burden.
and it’s only part of their caring nature to act like this towards you. although, you are now certain you hold a soft spot in their heart, just by they way they treat you.
namjoon possesses an air of quiet strength, a natural leader among the others. his presence exudes a sense of calm and reliability, making him your go-to person for guidance and support. or for just a laughter whenever his clumsy self decides to make a mess.
you've always felt safe around him, not just for his size -- him being taller than you is just an optional -- but his aura itself radiates true and pure gentleness. even now, with his arm wrapped protectively around you that spoke of unwavering comfort.
your back is pressed tight against his hard chest, his breath hot against the crook of your neck as he cuddles against you, still deep in his slumber.
only when you hear a shuffling noise next to you, you turn around, meeting the sleepy, yet soft gaze of hoseok. his hair were a mess, making you giggle as you comb his dark locks with your hand.
"good morning, beautiful" he purrs as your fingers play with his hair, earning a genuine smile from him.
since the first time you've met him, hoseok has always been the sunbeam of the group with his contagious laugh and his pretty smile.
a smile that shouldn't match with the sadness in his eyes -- something that you've noticed after getting to know him deeper -- but somehow he makes it work. as if his eyes were a reminder of his past, and his smile a reminder that he never lets his sadness overtake him.
"good morning..." you whisper, your giggles subsiding as you stare into his eyes, your voice still hoarse as you feel a burning sensation in your throat. the memory of you crying in sobs makes your cheek grow hot in embarassment, something that hoseok notices right away.
"how are you feeling?" he asks, his voice showing a hint of concern as he tries to find the right words. "slept well?"
you simply nod at his question, a tight smile on your face as he brushes some hair away. his gesture is so full of care and love, and you almost feel your heart skip a bit as he starts pampering your cheeks with soft kisses, a silent way to reassure you.
you close your eyes at the sensation, savouring it as he continues to shower you with affection. your body feels even warmer now that his lips were on you, and you almost don’t realise you were holding your breath if it wasn't for another voice suddenly awakening you.
"what are you two doing?" namjoon's deep morning voice is enough to make you whimper, his question sounding more attractive then it shouldn't have.
"i'm taking care of our girl, of course" says hoseok, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and you can’t help but feel shy at his words.
"you could have waited for me," namjoon protests, tightening his grip around you as a way to make you turn to meet his face.
he looks breathtaking even in the morning, and by the way his gaze softens as he stares at you, he probably thinks the same thing about you.
"it's not my fault you take too long to wake up," hoseok responds with a teasing tone, you can almost sense the smirk in his voice.
"but i'm awake now," namjoon responds, giving you a reasurring smile as you stare into his dark eyes. his gaze is full of comfort, trying to read through you as his usual. "feeling better?"
you nod, feeling a lump forming in your throat. but not because you’re still thinking about the cause of your pain, no. but because you can’t believe you are this lucky. lucky to have two men who care for you as if you are the only thing that matters. words seem insufficient to express the gratitude and comfort you feel in this moment.
"we're here for you, you know that." hoseok says, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder as he grazes his nose on your soft skin, nuzzling against your neck. namjoon hums at his words, his hand finding your cheek as he stares into your eyes.
"take all the time you need," namjoon adds, his voice barely a whisper as his thumb brushes your cheek.
you feel so vulnerable at their touch, comfort enveloping you completely as their bodies press against you. the room is filled with an unspoken understanding, a bond that goes beyond words. they know you’re hurting, and they are determined to be the pillars of strength you need.
"should i prepare some breakfast?" namjoon asks suddenly, his question meant for you as hoseok snorts at his suggestion.
"if you want to burn the whole house down, go ahead" he responds snarkily, and you can’t help the laughter escaping your mouth at his words.
namjoon isn’t the best cook, that's for certain. but you appreciate the thought. and thruthfully imagining him cook in your kitchen brings you a sense of comfort.
"i was thinking some biscuits and juice!" he tries to defend himself, and you almost feel the urge to kiss his pout away, something that he notices right away as you look at him with doe eyes.
you keep laughing as the two of them continue their banter, that soon comes to an end as hoseok convinces namjoon that you deserve more than a simple breakfast, opting for some take-out instead.
"you're the one ordering, though" namjoon smirks, his arm wrapping around you again as he pushes hoseok away in a playful manner.
"you're unbearable in the morning," he huffs, sitting on the bed as he grabs his phone.
as he dials the number, you stare into his black tee-covered back, your hand massaging his skin through the soft material in a gentle manner. he turns his head, looking at you with an appreciative smile.
your motion is almost interrupted when you feel wet lips on your cheek, your eyes meeting with namjoon as he continues his soft attack on you.
"are you sure you're okay?" he whispers in your ear as his lips trail down your neck, making you close your eyes at the feeling.
you’re too lost in sensation that you don’t respond, making namjoon stop his movements. you can’t help the whine escaping your lips as he stops suddenly, but when you open your eyes, you’re met with his distinctive smirk.
"answer me, baby" he demands, his voice deeper than usual as he knows the effect it has on you. and the nickname.
it isn’t the first time namjoon called you that, somehow you've never found weird that a friend referred at you as baby, especially a close one like namjoon.
but now that you are in your bed, your body pressed against his naked chest, his lips on your skin, well... it all feels different.
and the fact the hoseok is also there, -- now having finished talking on the phone to order you food -- sitting in your bed as his fingers keep gently grazing the skin of your leg, makes it even more domestic.
it feels strange -- having your two best friends so close to you. but it feels... natural. as if it was always meant to be this way.
and it never felt like this with anyone before, not even with that garbage you used to call your boyfriend. he doesn’t have an ounce of what namjoon and hoseok have.
"food's coming," hoseok announces, putting his phone away as he lays down on the bed once again, his arm founding your waist.
as the three of you wait for it to arrive, you engage in quiet conversation, their words a balm to your wounded heart. they share stories, cracked jokes, and never brought up the topic of your ex boyfriend -- not wanting to ruin the comforting mood you've created.
your heart feels so full now that you’re embraced, both physically and metaphorically, by their unconditional love, a feeling you longed for a long time. and soon, the room - once filled with the weight of heartbreak - begins to transform into a haven of solace.
and it doesn’t matter how your friendship with namjoon and hoseok would have changed after everything that happened till now, you are certain, now more than ever, that they were meant to be in your life. to give you the love you've never thought you deserved.
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saturnnelahy · 5 months
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Can I get a BTS reaction to their child (baby, like 1 or 2 year old) giggling and laughing to them looking at themselves in the mirror? I just saw this happening. The dad was pushing the cart close and far away from the mirror, and the kid was DYING of laughter
Hello whitefoxgirl, I loved your request, it gave me lots of good ideas!!!! But I'm going to have to split it into two parts because I'm very sick at the moment so it's very difficult to write, I promise to try and get the rest up as soon as I can!!! I hope you like it 💜💜
Just a Happy Day:
𝓜𝓲𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲:
Since the birth of your daughter with Min Yoongi you didn't have much free time and you didn't have a day to enjoy without the responsibility of taking care of a baby, your husband did as much as he could to help with everything, but it was still very tiring. Wanting to please her, he took a day off and after a lot of persuasion he managed to convince her to go out with her friends while he stayed at home to take care of Jiyeon, as the girl was already 10 months old and always remained calm and calm with her father. He decided to accept, despite the uncomfortable feeling of being away from his little girl. 
It was already getting dark when you returned with several bags of things you had bought for yourself and Jiyeon. Everything seemed quiet and very clean despite the few toys scattered around the living room and the large sofas, which was strange since there was always a little girl running around and filling the rooms with her sweet delicate voice and loud laughter that made your days happier.
As you climb the steps of the staircase leading to the second floor, you hear a low moan coming from one of the bedrooms, which catches your attention and makes you go up faster and try your best not to make a sound as you walk up to the door of the suite, you open the door just a little to peek at what they're both doing and you end up looking at the most adorable scene in the world. Yoong is with Jiyeon in his arms standing in front of the mirror playing together, he tilts his body so that his face disappears from the mirror and then returns to his previous position, letting out a "buh" that makes the girl laugh and clap her hands.
𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴:
After a tiring morning cleaning the apartment where you lived with Hoseok and your 6-month-old daughter Yeonju, taking the opportunity to sort out some things to donate and the presents she had received the last time your husband's friends came to visit with their children, you decided to lie down on the sofa for a few minutes just to rest but ended up dozing off for a couple of hours because you were so tired. When you woke up it was already afternoon, the sun was low and your body was less sore, but you were no longer on the sofa but on the big bed in your bedroom. Looking sideways towards the huge closet with a large mirror on the door, you saw your daughter's baby carriage with the little girl clapping her hands and laughing loudly while her father appeared and disappeared from the mirror.
Hoseok hummed a tune as he jumped in front of the mirror and then away. Every time the man disappeared, the little girl let out a loud laugh and clapped her hands in excitement at the "magic" her father was performing, which made her father do it more and more enthusiastically. Until he noticed you looking and turned towards you, a little flushed.
- Look love, she loves watching me do magic - he said excitedly before going back to playing with her, only this time determined to make you laugh too.
𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷:
With a baby at home, it was hard to find a quiet place in the house other than the library where Namjoon went to think, read and work for a while, which he did at least once a day after making sure his wife didn't need him and spending a lot of time playing with little Jae, who was a mini copy of his father.
Today the man had been locked in the library for a few hours working on a new song, but he hadn't been able to make much progress on the track and was starting to get frustrated when he heard a knock on the door and saw his wife open the door showing only her face.
- Hi, honey, I know you're busy, but could you take a look at Jae for a few minutes for me? - Yn asks with a cute smile, Namjoon smiles and nods, going to the door to take the chubby baby from his wife's hands. Jae smiles excitedly and holds out his arms to his father.
Despite being a six-month old baby, Jae is big and strong, always hungry and making a mess, his little brown eyes sparkling with love every time he sees his father. Namjoon holds him in his arms and kisses his chubby cheek, smiling at him, but the happiness of father and son only lasts a few minutes before the little one starts to throw a tantrum, whimpering as he flaps his arms in irritation. The man tries everything to calm him down, but it seems impossible. The father walks with the baby in his arms while rocking him slightly but he continues to grumble, until the man passes in front of the mirror and the baby lets out a low chuckle but starts crying again when Namjoon turns away, realizing this he starts playing with Jae through the mirror while humming the song he was working on.
When yn returned to the room, he found them playing together and laughing with each other in an adorable scene, because both of them, apart from their looks, had very similar laughs. Namjoon always looked immensely radiant when he had his son in his arms, and it was impossible not to get emotional watching him.
Sorry for any mistakes, I hope you like it 💜
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veethefreeelf · 6 months
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RM / KIM NAMJOON Fic Recs (II)
M - Mature (minors DNI) / F - Fluff / A - Angst / HpE - Happy Ending
None of these works are mine, I tagged all the authors, make sure to go to the authors page, like and reblog their works
prohibido Series by @personasintro- full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Try Again - one-shot, 11.5K - by - @bangtanfancamp - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
it's december (and i still want you) - one-shot, 16.7K - by @smoochkooks - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Good to Me - one-shot, 10.3K - by @httpjeon - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
nice guys finish last - one-shot, 16.2K - by @ktheist - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
once upon an us - one-shot, 47K - by @yoonia because they are absolutely brilliant - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
bothered - one-shot, 7.4K - by @lavienjin - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
Black Swan - one-shot, 6.2K - by @helenazbmrskai because they are an incredible writer - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Ramen? - one-shot, 5K - by @solarwonux - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Hammer it Home - one-shot, 22.7K - by @gukslut - full Masterlist -> M / minor A / F / HpE
promise Series by @joheunsaram - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
Food Wars - one-shot, 22K - by @joyfulhopelox - full Masterlist -> M / F / HpE
Save Our Community Centre - one-shot, 15.2K - by @taleasnewastime - full Masterlist -> A / F / HpE
The Bodyguard - one-shot, 62.9K - by @rmnamjoons - this one IS MY FAVE NAMJOON FIC EVER PLEASE READ IT AND RE-READ IT - full Masterlist -> M / A / F / HpE
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blog-name-idk · 1 year
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Idiot
Pairing: Namjoon x GN!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Humor, Drabble
Summary: You have become what you most feared: a simp.
Word Count: 254
Rating: None
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You're an idiot.
That's the only explanation for the cute, tiny crab in the palm of your hand that's staring back at you with its nine-millimeter safety eyes.
Because you definitely didn't just randomly look up a crochet pattern and then make this little critter in a fugue state while muttering to yourself that this can't be happening.
And if you did, it definitely can't be because you maybe-sort-of-absolutely like someone who was just supposed to be a transient relationship enough to make this because it's his favorite animal.
Fuck. You hate yourself for this.
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"This is AMAZING!" Namjoon gushes, cooing over the baby crab you had been agonizing over for the better part of the last two days. Your eyes are riveted to the sparkle in his own, the wide grin overtaking his full lips, the dimples you stupidly can't get enough of. "Where did you find it?"
Inwardly, you feel yourself dying. But you can't find it in yourself to lie, not when those little divots are attacking you with the full force of his smile.
"I... I made it," you mumble, feeling your hand suddenly begin to sweat. Fuck, this is humiliating.
"You made this?"
His eyes, if anything, become even wider. Before you know it, his arms are around you and he's kissing your face, your cheeks, your lips.
"You're incredible," he says in wondering tones, making your chest expand and melt into a disgusting puddle of warmth and affection.
Suddenly you feel the urge to make a hundred more.
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boobo13cambridge · 11 months
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🌹 Masterlist 🌹
Kylian Mbappé 🇫🇷
Fics
Cliché? Most definitely. | Kylian Mbappé
Genre:  Strangers to Lovers AU | Romance | Angst | Fluff | Smut
Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a girl who couldn't figure out her life and a boy who had the world at his feet. Neither had time for love, and both were absolutely miserable with their current predicaments. As the saying goes, expect the unexpected. Cliché? Most definitely. Does Lady Faith care? Not one bit. These types of stories have always been her cup of tea. At this point, all there is left to do is send a quick prayer that these two don’t get dragged to hell and back to satisfy an ancient deity’s hunger for drama. Alas, the odds don’t look promising. It’s been a while since Lady Faith personally took an interest in two young mortals' lives. The last time she was so meddlesome was with a certain singer and an athlete. What a disaster that was. Now, Faith looked at her two protagonists, and with a quick smirk, let history write itself. 
Chapitre Un. Rien autour n'a de sens
The Summer We Were Young | Kylian Mbappé
Genre:  Strangers to Lovers AU| Romance | Comedy | Fluff | Of course, it has to be angsty | Smut
Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a young woman named Naaz who couldn’t wait to get the hell out of her parent’s house and jet set to the French Riviera to live out her hot girl summer dreams. Tired, burnout, and angry against the world, she decides to be selfish for once and books a ticket to the beautiful city of Nice.
Unfortunately for her, things never seem to work in her favour. Along the way, she meets the most infuriating man in the world who seems to make it his life goal to make her blood boil and her generationally acquired anger issues to resurface landing her in the most precarious situations. On his behalf, Kylian was just trying to have a good time and forget about the disastrous season he just had. Dealing with loss after loss, the world-famous footballer just wanted to catch a break as he faced great uncertainty regarding his future. Get ready to follow Naaz and Kylian as they prepare to face a summer that will change their lives forever. 
Chapter One. Ridin' in the drop-top with the top down
Requests
Ay, Ay, Captain | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: Y/N watches as Kylian play and lead his team to victory at Stade Bollaert-Delelis, feeling proud and overwhelmed. Five goals in one game? Surely, he served something special for such a feat, non?
Honeymoon | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: After an eventful journey, you and Kylian finally get to relax on your afternoon.
Meilleur buteur | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: Kylian becomes Paris Saint-Germain's all-time top scorer. You couldn't be any prouder of your other half.
Somebody to Lean On | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: After being eliminated from the Champions League, you join Kylian while he channels his frustrations into working out hours after the training session is over. 
Magic Kingdom | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: After spending the day at Disneyland Paris with his niece and nephew, Kylian wants to start a family with you
Hold On, We’re Going Home | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: After attending a charity event with Kylian, who looked dashing in his black suit, you feel particularly needy. Once you arrive home, you realize he hungered for you just as much. 
Unexpectedly Expecting | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: After feeling unusually exhausted and nauseous during your weekly gym dates, you find out some really happy news
O Re Piya | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: It’s the day of your brother’s wedding, and you're running late. The main culprit: your handsy husband who can’t seem to control himself seeing you in a lehenga. 
A Mother's Remedy | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: You fall asleep on Kylian after spending the whole day taking care of the triplets who had the flu.
I’ll take care of you | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: Kylian is feeling stressed as the news that he will not be extending with PSG comes out. He seeks comfort in you. 
Send That Picture Promise I'm A Keep It | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: What’s it like texting when your husband is a really busy athlete? 
Drifting Apart | Kylian Mbappé
Summary: Y/N and Kylian’s relationship is crumbling as they navigate the most difficult moments of their lives. Will they stay or fall apart due to the pressure?
↳ Part I
Kim Namjoon 🇰🇷
Comfort| Kim Namjoon
Summary: After reading an article about your boyfriend Namjoon's personal information being tracked, you feel quite angry and the only thing you can do is comfort him.
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kivedreams · 2 months
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I WANT YOU. part. II knj.
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pair. idol namjoon x f. reader. f. is latina poc.
genre. falling in love, established relationship, romance, marriage
warnings. +18 racism and colorism, unprotected sex, oral sex m! receiving, fingering, cvm eating, dirty talk a lil bit, demanding namjoon, dom namjoon, this super delulu coded [pls tell me if i missed anything ]
synopsis; you make my life shine, and I think I also make yours shine or you didn't know how hard a relationship with a famous person would be
word count: 5.1k
A/N: ok, ill be three parts, ill finish the last one before feb 1.
previous part / next part.
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6 months passed while you worked with Namjoon, he had bought his parents a beautiful retiring home in the korean countryside he wanted it to reflect his mother taste, while still keeping it elegant and cozy, you met his parents, visited the house thrice, and his apartment a countless times, Namjoon was really kind and down to earth which make working with him easy, developing feelings for him too, you were in denial, you did not want to accept that you liked namjoon, your relationship with him was strictly professional, you had become close this few months, because you were behind him all the time, Namjoon wanted that, he wanted to look and had the information directly from you, face to face, sometimes you spent until late with him in the studio, you sleep in his apartment once, Namjoon only cared about you finding and getting the pieces that he wanted and that you liked, he cared about your opinion in every piece, he did not care about the money or what was needed to do to get the piece.
Sadly, your time with him was coming to an end, you were only missing two pieces, the pieces needed for his apartment were already here, and now you have bought one of the last two for his parents’ house.
“Namjoon!” you shouted “ I got it! I bought the piece of Ai Natori ! omg omg! Naaaaam” You shouted even louder standing on top of his sofa,
“You got the Blue 27! Omg  Y/N!” He shouted to approaching you, he lifted you from the sofa hugging you,
“It would look so good on top of your parents' fireplace” you said to him getting a hold of the proximity, he realized too, letting you down, you both laughing at the awkward moment.
“You are going to sleep here, right?” He asked, looking at the time.
“I should not” you said looking down flustered for what had happened.
“You know that I don't mind, but if you want to get home is ok, I will ask someone to drive you” he said taking your hand.
“No, is ok don't bother them, I'll stay, I don't have to work tomorrow anyways” you said in a low voice.
“Perfect, let's celebrate, you got the Blue 27!” he said, dragging you down to his kitchen “What do you want me to make you?” Namjoon knew you did not drink alcohol, so he would often make you mocktails.
“Today, I want a glass of red wine” you said, smiling proudly, that piece had taken a lot from you, and you were really craving something sweet and light.
“Really?!” he said in shock, you nod “Now I know how hard it was, you're drinking alcohol tonight! Wine it is” He said searching for two wine glasses. “I hope you like this one”
“I trust your taste” 
You two ended up talking and drinking till 3 in the morning, alcohol, made you lose your filters, it was the main reason why you did not drink alcohol, there you both were cuddling up at different sides of the couch, Namjoon was looking at you with shiny eyes, and those two glasses of wine gave you the courage to give him the same eyes. He got close to you, you could feel his scent swaddling you.
“Would it be weird if I kiss you right now Y/N? because I really want to” he said in a whisper, his deep voice tempting you.
“No, it wouldn't. I want to kiss you too” you said, feeling your heartbeat, he could hear it too, his hand grabbed your waist pulling you closer, his lips almost touching yours, you could feel the friction of his lips, the temperature of the room rising.
“I like you Y/N, since the first day I saw you” and he kissed you sweet and slowly, enjoying your lips, you felt his hands pulling you closer, until you were on top of him, he broke the kiss, kissing your cheek, and pulling you even closer.
“I like you too Namjoon” you said, kissing him again.
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Somehow Namjoon and you managed to spend a year being a couple without anyone else knowing, his parents, your mom and two of the members, Jin and Yoongi, knew. It was better, he did not wanted to deal with the media, and neither you wanted too, Namjoon second full album release date was really close, two weeks a way, namjoon was really busy and had a lot of attention on him, so you hadn't seen him for almost a month, you talked everyday but of course it wasn't the same, you miss him, his voice, his touch, his kisses.
It was 11PM, you were finishing your study time of that day, finals were close, you couldn't lose sight of the important thing, your phone rang scaring you, it was him,
“Babe, did you change the code?” He ask, making you confused
“Yes, I did. How do you know?! 
“Please open the door, I’m outside” 
“What?!” you screamed confused “It is your birthday date babe” you said, hearing the code being pressed from the outside.
Namjoon opened the door, closing it behind him, breathing loudly.
“God, I feel like a thief sneaking in” he said, while you jumped to his arms, kissing him.
“Namuuu, I missed you so much, what are you doing here?!” you shouted, hugging him tight.
“I missed you too baby, I couldn't go another month without seeing you” he said, giving you a kiss.
You two, enjoyed that little encounter, you were already in love with Namjoon, you could feel it in the way your heart beated for him, Namjoon had made your heart his own space, making you feel safe and fulfilled. You could only hope he felt the same way about you, he did, you did not know that yet.
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Namjoon’s album was already out, being it a complete success, his promotions were getting to and end when it happened, you did not realize what was happening until midday, you were put in charge of a new exposition, that was filling any free time you could had, until you heard two of the new administration interns chit chat about it.
“I can believe Namjoon has a girlfriend” one of them said in a disappointed mutter.
“Right, and it looks like it is a foreigner, who would've thought he liked women like that”
The words ‘Namjoon, girlfriend, foreigner’ made you almost faint. How, what happened, did they have proof? you excused yourself, your co workers giving you strange looks due to your reaction. You ran to the closest bathroom, getting a hold of your phone, all Naver’s trending topics were about it,
“Bts, Kim NamJoon caught getting out of a Woman house on x/x/xxxx’ witness confirm that Mr. Kim spent the night in the unknown woman apartment
“BTS leader in a relationship with a foreigner’
‘Disappointed fans express his feelings”
‘HYBE ent. statement’ Hello, this is Big Hit entertainment,
We support and respect our artist's personal life, it is not related to us, please restraining or making any false allegations of our artist, we will not hesitate to take legal actions. 
Your whole body was trembling, you felt sick, your head was spinning around, they had photos of Namjoon getting out of your house, did they have your face on it? Your mind was a mess, you didn't know what to think, what to do, How were you going to get out of here? How were you going to campus later? Everything felt so heavy on you, you were trying to breathe, but how. Your phone rang, getting you out of the panic attack you were about to have, it was Yoongi.
“Y/N you ok? You already know?” he said with worry in his voice
“Yes I just saw” you said about to cry “ is Namjoon with you? Can I talk to him?”
“Yes he is, are you in the museum? I’ll send someone for you, please wait for the call” he said hanging up, you were scared, feeling everything pile up inside of you.
The ride to Yoongi’s house was eternal, you feel every bone in your body crumble up by the idea of someone following you and getting pictures with your face, you should've brought a mask with you. You felt the car stop, opening your eyes in the darkness, you were already inside.
We are here miss Y/N ” You heard the driver, taking all the strength you could gather, you jumped out of the car, just to see Yoongi's face, you started crying again, and he gave you a hug.
“Is ok Y/N, is going to be ok, c’mon in he's freaking out”  Yoongi said, walking you in.
Yoongi's house was big and spacious you loved all the natural light coming in, going up from the little stairs that separate the garage  from the main living room, they were all there, you had not met all the members only Jin and Yoongi that were the ones aware of your existence and your relationship, you were not prepared for the looks, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin were not very please to see you Jungkook looked more calm and approachable,  but still he did not look happy. There he was, he stood up as soon as he felt your presence, he was wearing joggers with a hoodie and blue navy cap, he hugged you as soon as you were close, Yoongi giving space to the both of you.
“Babe, are you alright? we are still figuring things out, I will do my best so this doesn't get worse” You could felt the worry and anger in his voice, you started to cry again, you felt bad, even guilty at a point, you did not know how much it was going to affect him, his album release, collaborations or his whole career you did not want to be the reason Namjoon lost something that made him happy, because Namjoon loved music maybe more than he loved you or even himself.
“Yes, of course it is going to be alright hyung, we just have to undo clear photos of you getting out at 7AM of a girl’s house” You were not prepared for the harsh comment coming from the unknowing voice.
“Don’t Hoseok, do not pay your anger with Y/N '' You heard Jin said, now knowing who the voice was from, confirming that they are in fact not happy with your presence.
“Ignore their bullshit” Namjoon whispered to you, hugging you harder “Let's talk, come” he said getting you out of the room
“This is really becoming a circus,” said another unknown voice.
Namjoon brought you to a room at the other side of the house, it was an office simple, but pretty. You had never been there before, but you weren't in place to appreciate any of it. He made his way into a gray sofa making you follow him, Namjoon removed his cap, putting both of his hands in your face, wiping your tears off.
“I’m sorry Y/N, I should've been more careful” he said his voice breaking at the end 
“No, you got nothing to be sorry for, I should be the one apologizing, I should have been more patient” you said, taking his hands.
“No, don't do that dont blame yourself, for what is worth we are already in this mess, I'll do my best to solve things “ he said, bringing you close.
“I don't know what I can do, but I'll do it, I don't want our relationship messing up your career”
“My career is important to me Y/N, but you’re too” he said solemnly.
You hear the door open with aggressiveness, it was SeokJin.
“You guys got to see this” He said rushing the both of you to the living room, there were more people, a woman and a men, you did not know any of them, holding Namjoon's hand your eyes fell on the TV, and now it did felt like the word was ending, there it was your face all over the news, photos of you a namjoon months ago, when your relationship was only professional, photos of you and him getting out of a gallery, getting out of his car, in China, in Ilsan, in HYBE, photos of the day you went to met him, and he had to pick you up from the lobby, you feel like you were going to faint, the unknown men change the tv connecting it to his computer, your faces were all over social media, your accounts, photos of you in London, photos of you and your friends back home, your whole life exposed. Namjoon hold your hand even tighter, you feel his eyes, but you were shocked to the core, you couldn't believe it, you weren't really connecting with what was happening in the room until you heard Namjoons voice;
“What is she doing here?” said the unknown woman with disdain in her voice.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Y/N has the right to be here, she is involved in the same way that I'm involved too, I don't want to hear any more comments about her presence’ he said making clear of his authority, the whole room went silent. “Now enlighten us we what can we do, I want her life out of this”
That made you come out of the panic and terror room in your head, Namjoon sat you down next to him, never letting you hand go, he could feel how much you were trembling his thumb slowly caressing your hand. 
“Is going to be ok, I'll protect you” he said only for you.
The important conversation started in the room, know you knew who those people were, the group’s manager and HYBE’s head of PR, the lady started telling how and who leaked the information, apparently Namjoon was being followed for a few months but they did not had anything substantial until that day, they of course waited for Namjoon to be at the top part of his promotions to release the “scandal”. Your face was leaked hours before because no one was sure of who you were, until social media users started to pick up on some Namjoon airports photos where you were behind him or with his team, the same with the HYBE picture that was from a year ago, none of those photos were relevant until now, it wasn't hard to know it was you the girl of the blurred photos, and then the internet did what it did at is best, search all the information about you, and that's how your whole life got exposed, you wanted to cry but you did not want to do that in front of everybody, how were you going to go to work tomorrow, to classes, you whole life had been exposed and you really did not know what to do.
“So far we have been deleting any false post, and controlling the media as much as we can, since this came from a source that is not related to us, there's not much that we can do on that side, they had been planning this with caution. Our team has come up with 3 solutions, first you can deny the whole thing,” said the woman looking directly at Namjoons eyes, everybody turned around to look at him.
“No. I am not doing that, next” anger and disbelief being clear in his tone, you tense up at hearing the woman's words, Namjoon tightens his grip in your hands. He wasn't letting you go, no like that.
“Ok, what if you two break up?” She said annoyed. Namjoons laugh resonated through the whole room.
“Is this for what we are paying you? for shitty solutions?” he said with an ironic smile.
“You're being unreasonable, hyung” Jimin said.
“I don't like any of those solutions, I am not denying nor ending my relationship with Y/N, this is not a game for me, you're not putting my personal life on the line” Namjoon was mad, you have never seen him like this, jaw clenched, fiery eyes, tense body…
“Then what do you want to do hyung? go public? share with everyone that you got a girlfriend for a whole year that we did not know anything about, it was a fun experience knowing through the news” said Hoseok with clear sarcasm.
Namjoon lowered his gaze “I am sorry ok? I am, but I did not want to get anyone involved in this, because it is about me and Y/N '' He said looking at his friends, it made you realize that they did not hate you, they hated the fact that namjoon hid you from them. “But is ok, I know what I’ll do, in the meantime release a standard statement” He stood up making you stand up with him. 
“What are you going to do Namjoon? You must let us know, we can let this just die down.” Seokjin said
“I will hyung, just let me breathe for a minute” Namjoon said, driving you to the second floor.
The stairs were wooden made, creaking with your steps, the second floor was even more beautiful, an small living space received you, and  2 hallways full of doors, you only knew two of them, bathroom and Yoongi's studio, Namjoon led you to the halfway you have never been in opening a door to a room, it was beautiful but neutral,  king bed in the center with brown sheets, it was a guest room, at the side of the door there was a suitcase, it was Namjoon’s.
“I am sorry " he said closing the door, “I really thought it wasn't going to be this fast, I'm sorry Y/N” You could feel the sadness and guilt in his voice.
“No Namjoon, I thought we stated that it wasn't our fault. Yes I'm not going to lie, I am scared, but it is not your fault, ok?” you said, grabbing his hands.
“I know but still, you should not be object of the media, this life is not for everybody, and you did not choose this”
“But I choose you Namjoon, I knew that being with you might imply this, I can't be with you without accepting this part of you” you said pulling him closer hugging him from the waist.
He kissed you, a sweet and tender kiss “Thank you, I’m scared too, I don't want you to run away from me, but I don't want to keep you close to me if it is going to hurt you”
“and I don't want to keep you close to me if that's going to jeopardize your career, we are on the same page babe” You said smiling to him.
“Y/N” he said, caressing your hair, Namjoon loved it so much, he thought it was just like clouds. “Are you comfortable sleeping here tonight? your place is not safe, I have a room at The Shilla if you'd feel better there” 
“No, I want to be with you”
“Ok, settle, we’re staying here, you hungry?
“No really, but I want to know what you are going to do…” you said in a low voice not knowing his reaction.
“At the end we are going to do it together, wait here” he said leaving the room, leaving you even more confused.
With namjoon leaving, you checked your phone, all your social media accounts almost breaking down, you only had 10 meaningless post in instagram, now they were over a million likes and you were at almost a 2 million followers, it was scary, the amount of comments and likes, some comments were people genuinely asking if you had something with namjoon, a lot asking you to kill yourself, to let namjoon alone, that you were ugly, you stopped reading comments when you found a really nice one:
“I hope you a namjoonie are happy don't let jealous people bring you down” it was from an account that posted photos of namjoon, it was sweet.
Namjoon entered the room with a notebook and pens, he got aware that you were checking your phone.
“Please ignore all the bad comments, focus on me” he said sitting next to you.
“Not all of them are bad, some people are genuinely happy” you said looking at the content of his hands “What are we going to do with that?
“Write a letter”
Namjoon sat you on top of him at the desk so both of you could write the letter, it was completely addressed to his fans, the people he actually cared about, he did not care about the media that just wanted to eat him alive for some clicks and views. You both end up writing the letter in korean and english, it was short, sweet and clear,
“Hi this is Namjoon and Y/N”
Through all these years in my career I have been nothing but sincere. I do not wish to hide the person I love, from the fans that I love and who have given me a place, Y/N is my girlfriend, I hope you can receive her with the same amount of love that you have received me, and respect the fact that she's not a person from the media.
With sincere love,
knj
“You should sign it too” He said touching your back, you took the pen and did so.
Since that post your relationship went public, life wasn't the same, now everyone knew you, you tried going back to normal, but it wasn’t that easy, Namjoon, set two bodyguards for you, because he didn't want to play with your safety, they drove you around everywhere, Namjoon also made you change places, he bought a place close to you university, for “safety” that was his excuse, you did not felt comfortable with him paying more than half of your expenses, but he said that at the end, it was his fault that you had to move, you could not fight him over it. You adapted to a new normal, at work everybody wanted to be your friend all of the sudden, at college people avoided you, some people shamesly took photos of you, some wanted information about the boys, you only had 2 friends, Bora and Hyunsoo and that was enough. Namjoon even took you to events with him, the social media hate was still there, but it wasn't as much as before, the racism showing in the meanest and foulest ways possible, but you got used to it?
Your relationship with namjoon only grew, you both were really quiet about it, Namjoon mentioned you the least possible, and you stopped using social media, you created another account for yourself and close friends.
Winter break was coming and with it the cold weather, you haven't seen Namjoon in a week he was busy attending a fashion show of a brand he was ambassador to, it was 10PM you were finishing you last assignment of the semester, meaning that you already would be free, one more year and you'll be a doctor,you were really proud of yourself, you worked for the life you wanted, and know you were there enjoying it. While you finished getting everything together Namjoon called.
“Babe! I miss you so much” he said as soon as the call went through. 
“Hello?! and yes I miss you too, are you drunk?” you asked, containing a laugh.
“Maybeeeee, I drank a biiit, not enough to be druuuuunk, but yes I drank and i miss you, you should come toooooo” He said pouting, you have never seen namjoon drunk, it was so funny how he made every vocal sound deeper.
“You are indeed drunk Kim Nam Joon, you should go to sleep honey”
“Ok, I will but only if you promise to come too” he said, and you were 100% sure he dropped his phone.
“Nam ? you there?”
“Yes yes yes, but when are you coming? promise it?” he demanded, Namjoon was so authoritarian, his words were the law and you were a law abiding citizen on Kim Nam Joon’s planet.
“Ok, I promise, now go to sleep, love you”
“I love you toooooo, and yes I'll sleep”
After that drunk call, Namjoon actually made you go to him, you both ended up in a beautiful indonesian hotel, it was close to the beach, so open and beautiful, the room, the waters, the weather, you loved every bit of it. Namjoon wanted to take a break with you, and God knows you both needed it.
“Beautiful isn't it?” he said, hugging you from the back while you saw the sea.
“Indeed, thank you, I really needed this”
“Always my love, you realize this is our first couple vacation?” he said, turning you around.
“Yes, and we should celebrate that” you said, taking two steps back. Namjoon looked at you skeptically.
You had a orange long summer dress with thin straps, you pushed Namjoon to the edge of the bed while letting the straps down, you turned your back at him, removing the bow that holded the dress at you waist, making the dress fall to the floor, you walked outside of it hearing Namjoon’s loud breathe, turning to him, only wearing white thin panties, Namjoon’s eyes filled with desire.
“This is my way of celebrating” You said while letting a wet kiss on his neck, blowing on the wet spot. He put his hands in your ass drawing you closer, you stepped back from his touch. “Wait babe you said” getting on your knees unbuttoning his white summer pants, his dick showing how much it wanted to be touched, and you did so, rubbing his length through his boxers, he moaned.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth baby?” You asked, pulling his pants and boxers down, his erection going out, Namjoon’s thickness made your mouth drool, you wanted him all over you.
“You know I do Y/N'' he said in a beg, his deep voice turning you on even more. You grabbed his dick with both hands directing it to your mouth, your tongue licking his shiny tip, you started sucking and pumping on it, slowly, making him moan, if there's something that you loved about sex with namjoon is that he wasn't a silent lover, he always let you know that he was liking it as much as you did.
You started a more aggressive rhythm with your mouth sucking him harder, making Namjoon pull on your hair, that excited you even more, Namjoon’s moans and hard breathes motivating you to continue, trying to suck all of his length.
“I’m going to cum Y/N” he said pulling your hair even harder, you did not plan of stopping, just pumping him harder, making him go, you heard his moans go louder, he was about to come, you started to suck him of even harder using you tongue to lick his tip, pushing his dick as deep as you could.
“Y/N” he moaned, cumming in your mouth, you did not hesitate taking it all in your mouth, seeing Namjoon climax made you want to make it last even more, sucking him, taking all his load with your mouth.
You could only heard Namjoon’s irregular breathing, he rested his body on the bed, enjoying the last bits of his orgasm, you stood up, sitting on top of him, you loved his body it drove you crazy, his clothes were starting to bother you, so you took action, unbuttoning his beige short sleeve shirt.
“Aren't you going to let me rest?” He said laughing. 
“No, I am going to enjoy you today, you're my prize after acing my finals”
“So eat me up Y/N” he said while you let wet kisses on his neck and chest, caressing his biceps.
Kissing his beautiful face, you were completely in love with Namjoon, with every detail about him, you were so grateful that destiny allowed you to fall in love with such a man. Taking his face in your hands you kissed him, sweet and slow, Namjoon grabbed  both of your cheeks pulling you close, you were already wet, feeling his hot skin rubbing close to yours, Namjoon started slide your very wet panties out of you, his hand going directly to your pussy, rubbing your sweet spot, you broke the kiss to let a moan out, Namjoon fingers were doing wonders for you, one finger, two fingers, his tongue on you neck, his tongue on you tits, you could feel his teeth touch your nipple, moaning his name, tree fingers, you started riding his hands, feeling heaven was close.
“You're such a whore Y/N, look at your wet pussy riding my hand” He said, slapping one of your cheeks “Do you want me to fill you with something more? 
“Ah y-yes Nam please” You said high on your excitement, it felt so good.
“Do you want my dick?” he asked but you couldn't form a word “Answer me Y/N '' he ordered you, Namjoon always bossed you around in bed, and it just turned you on even more.
“Yes, yes please give it to me” you beg, making him pull the fingers out of you, the tip of his dick at your entrance, he did not hesitate pounding you hard a deep, his whole thick and big dick inside of you, you were seeing heaven.
“God your so tight, this is just as you wanted my little whore” He said before turning you around, fucking your pussy, Namjoon’s moans and grunts filling the room. Moving his hand from your hips to you pussy, you felt his thumb pressing your clitoris, making you go, a mess of moans and hard breaths while you cummed in Namjoon's dick, he didn't stop pounding you until he came too, deep in your pussy, it felt so good that you thought you were about to die.
His body falling into yours, him grabbing you by the waist to pull you close, 
“I love you so much” he kissed your forehead
“I love you even more Namjoon” you said, hugging him.
You were about to leave the beautiful hotel, the beautiful beach, and most importantly Namjoon’s undivided attention, this week was one of the most amazing experiences that you had, Namjoon made you feel like you were in a dream, you had walks on the beach, dinner dates, you spent a whole day cuddle up in bed, it was so good that you did not want to go back, you still had a few free days, from university and his schedule wasn’t packed, but still he had compromises.
Leaving the hotel resting your head on Namjoon's shoulder, his hands grabbing yours, you decided to take a picture to always remember this moment. You felt nostalgic seeing all the pictures you had took, this getaway, made you bold, and you posted them on your account, tagging him,
the moon is revealing itself like a pearl to my equally naked heart, frank o’hara
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with love kive <3
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indigobsessed · 6 months
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Domesticity.
pairing : kim namjoon x reader (newly-established relationship)
summary : after getting into a relationship together with your best friend of 5 years, he decided to sleep over as usual. but this time, you woke up feeling different.
genre : best friends-to-lovers, fluff, comfort, a teeeeeny tiny bit of angst, DOMESTIC NAMJOON
rating : SFW
warnings : SHIRTLESS NAMJOON SHIRTLESS NAMJOON AND HE’S DOMESTIC ㅠㅠㅠㅠ , a bit suggestive (implied making out)
wc : 609 words.
a/n : ok maybe i lied that wasn’t my last post afterall… have fun reading this thing bc my brain cannot process an equation rn 😨 not proofread :”)
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You squint your eyes to the morning light in your room. Due to the very irritating sunlight, it causes you to slowly get up and sit down. Sighing, and you look to your side and see no one was there. You felt cold, lonely.
After getting the courage to get out of bed, you did your mini stretching as of what your best friend of five years, Namjoon, taught you.
And then it hits.
Namjoon, kiss, confession, sleepover.
Maybe you could be dreaming, maybe this is all just about you.
You went over to look at yourself in the mirror, seeing your messy bed hair and bare face. You are wearing a white tank top with biker shorts, but the jacket you were wearing isn’t yours, and it was five times bigger.
Namjoon.
You walk out of your bedroom to see Namjoon in the kitchen, shirtless and making 2 cups of your favourite tea. You stand there, blushing at the sight of his muscular build. And then you think again, is it true that you kissed him?
You were lost in your thoughts until Namjoon snaps you out of it.
“Oh, Y/N, I didn’t see you there.” He said, putting down the cups of tea on the counter as he walks over to you and wraps his big arms around your waist. You look up to him with loving eyes as he leans down to give you a good morning kiss.
It felt natural.
There were no hesitation.
That was when you realise, he is no longer your best friend, but your boyfriend.
The kiss lasted for a while until he pulls away, you lean onto his bare chest.
“Good morning, Y/N.” He caresses your back in small circles. “Ew Namjoon, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet!” You slapped his chest lightly as you felt the vibrations from it as he chuckles. “Me too, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to kiss you all over again.” He teases as you whine about how disgusting that was.
Both of you stand there, enjoying the quiet atmosphere in each other’s embraces.
He feels warm. You feel warm.
“Namjoon, is this real?” You question him as you hold him closer. “Real? What do you mean by real, baby?” Baby. You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the nickname. “I mean.. Is this real? Us? Are we.. Can we? You won’t leave me right? Namjoon-“ He cuts your blabbering off with a kiss. “Y/N, listen to me baby. What I feel for you, what you feel for me, are all real. I know what you’ve been through, I’ve seen it all, my love. The moment I get to call you mine, even though you were already mine from the start,” He speaks. “I. Will. Take. Care. Of. You.” He continued, each word with soft pecks.
“Please don’t ever leave me, Joon.” You nuzzled yourself closer. “Never. We are still the same as before, Joonie and Y/N-ie remember?” He comforts you, and you nod.
As you both pulled away from your embraces, he takes your hand in his and gives it a little squeeze. “Baby, why don’t you go sit down and put on our favourite show while i reheat our drinks. Hmm?” He says, giving a little kiss on your cheek as you went over to sit down.
He comes back after a while, sitting next to you and cuddled closely.
This may be the first, but it lasts forever.
And you have never loved someone so much, and you have never felt so loved by someone.
To make it even better, it’s all from Namjoon.
Your boyfriend.
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slytherinshua · 9 months
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instagram stories -> kim namjoon
jin | suga | j-hope | RM | jimin | v | jungkook
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bts taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @ddeonudepressions,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @wolfmoonmusic
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: very specifically for @blue-jisungs cause she is a certified namjoon enjoyer ☝️
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