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onewmin · 11 months

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shreds | knj (18+)

Pairing: idol!Kim Namjoon x idol!fem!Reader

Summary: After almost eight years of dating, you boyfriend Namjoon asks you the question. However, you don’t really want to say ‘yes’.

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI!!! A bit of handjob and fingering (m. and f. receiving), a bit of oral (m. and f. receiving), a lot of kissing, profanity, a bit of angst, some typos, reader has a thing for namjoon’s hair, pure confusion, an unhealthy relationship, reader is fed up and tired, a lot of cockblocking (both knj and readers hehe)

Author’s note: it is what it is, I don’t write happy stuff, as far as you can see lol hope you enjoy!! Please leave some feedback <3

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

P.S. The pictures are taken from Pinterest, so if you know their owners, please let me know!

Part 2 is here <3

“I’d rather be alone”.

Ouch. Harsh words spat at your not-so-ex-but-ex-but-we’re-still-together boyfriend when he is in his most vulnerable position — on one knee with a ring, ready to put it on your finger.

It’s not that you don’t love him, quite the opposite actually. It’s not that you don’t want to marry him: you’ve spent almost eight years waiting for the moment when he’ll finally be ready to go public with you. You should be the happiest person alive right now, shouldn’t you?

Well, no. You’re actually fucking pissed. You’re pissed at the choice of the place — your freaking apartment; you’re angry with him popping up the question when the two of you have just got together, again. You’re annoyed with his smiley face, his stupid dimples and sparkling eyes. What’s this asshole so happy about? Being rejected?

“It’s not like I’ll stop asking”, he replied, getting back on his feet. A small black velvety box is back in his pocket in an instant; he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed at his chest and that look in his eyes. A mixture of love and lust, something you craved so much usually. But not lately. Not today.

“Please”, you rubbed you temples tiredly, “be my guest. I’ll say ‘no’ every time”.

He huffed, gaze following you around the kitchen. You’re used to it, to say the least. He’d come to your place, hang out, stay over, sleep over, fucking live here. You’d be having grand dates inside your apartment, but never, never out. Oh, well, maybe a couple of times you did. In over than seven years of dating.

“Whatcha cookin’?”

You let out an exhausted sigh, dropping the knife on the counter. “Your head on a plate. Get out of my apartment, Namjoon”.

Rubbing your eyes, you didn’t see him approaching you from behind. He wraps his arms around your waist, his breath tickling your ear. You hate him so much.

“Please, stop”, you utter, hardly trying to brush his hands off.

It always goes down the same road: he’ll hug you tightly, ask you to wait a little bit more (giving very reasonable excuses every time, like the lack of desire to ruin his public image or other bullshit) and you’ll end up underneath him, clinging onto him, begging him not to leave you again, again and again. You’re not sure if you’re able to put a stop to it.

“Don’t push me away, baby”. His husky voice hinted at the notes of vulnerability, hinted at him genuinely begging you not to do it. You don’t know how much longer you can last.

Pursing your lips together, you give in one last time, letting yourself melt again. He seemed to be an endless ocean, and you were drowning each and every time, no matter how much time has passed. It was just so pathetic how comfortable you felt around him, allowing him to do basically anything to you. Eating half of your food, occupying your bed with his huge figure, fucking you relentlessly and breaking your heart.

Is Kim Namjoon really that special or are you just this pathetically attached to him?

He pulls you from the flow of thought you’ve been going through by peppering small kisses all over the exposed side of your neck. You should just tell him to leave one more time. You know too well where such kisses lead.

“Namjoon”, you breathe out. He reads you like an open book, knowing the different tones of your voice. He stops immediately, freezing in his place, waiting for your next move.

You turn around, eyeing him briefly. Another stupid black turtleneck he must’ve worn to target you specifically. He just knows how much you love him in turtlenecks. His eyes are on you, watching your every move with caution.

“I can’t keep, uh…” You thoughts trail off, as you watch him lick his lips subconsciously. Shit, pull yourself together. “I can’t keep doing this. I’m tired”.

He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look back at him, a soft smile on his face. Shit. He knows how to get to you. “Baby, give us one more chance. Just one”.

“It’s not gonna change anything”, you mutter under your breath, eyes still glued to his. “No matter what you say or do, Joon”.

He took in a deep breath, one hand of his moving from your cheek to your shoulder, and the other on the waist. Your mouth went dry instantly, and the head was empty, no thoughts, no objections. Happened every time he touched you.

“Even if”, Namjoon’s nose brushed your cheek, his breath on your ear sending shivers down your spine, “I do this?” His words were followed by him pressing a kiss to your neck, to the spot he’s explored thousand times. And every damn one, you were weak in your knees.

“Ye-Yeah”, you breathed out, your head tilted away almost automatically. He let out a chuckle into your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body.

Another neck kiss followed the previous, and then another one, and another; in mere seconds Namjoon turned your stoic decision to never let him touch you again into mewling sounds leaving your mouth. His hands were on your ass, grabbing, squeezing, making you cling to his shoulders, whenever he sucked the skin in that sensitive spot again.

And when he broke away, eyes dark with lust, the look you’re so used to but never getting tired of — you glanced at his lips before pouncing at them with all pent up anger and frustration. Damn, you hated him. He kept you like a shameful secret on the darkest and dustiest shelf of the closet, refusing to acknowledge you even when he was able to. You were ready to put everything — your reputation, career, public image — at stake, you were ready to be hated. You were willing to do everything you could to finally be with him publicly, too. But he wasn’t going to claim you as his, ever. At least, not openly.

And that was more than frustrating. Infuriating, shit, seven years of dating and he still was ashamed and scared? That little moan you’ve always melted into left his mouth, when you bit his lower lip; so much of pure suppressed wrath landing right on him.

Breaths huffing into mouths, anger mixed up with passion, your hands pulling his hair, and him… Grunting, breaking the kiss to look at your red lips to drown in them again, Namjoon shoved you against the nearest wall. His hand hit it first, making your head press into it so that it didn’t hit the wall. You hated him for that too.

You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, moaning into his mouth when his bulge brushed over your closeted core. A spineless asshole, you thought, while your hands grabbed his ass to pull him even closer, feeding me with empty promises for so many years just to propose all of a sudden? What did he expect? For me to say yes?

“I-I”, you whispered, when he was kissing your neck again, “I will never marry you, Namjoon”.

A sudden squeak left your lips as you felt his fingers dig into your hips with force. Clenching his jaw, Namjoon ferociously took you by the wrists, lifting your hands, pining them against the wall above your head. You gasped, still surprised by his sudden change of demeanor. He was enraged. Good. Let him have the taste of his own medicine.

“I’ll be asking you every day”, he purred in your ear, “I’ll propose to you in million different ways”. He slightly bit your earlobe, receiving a whimper from you. “I’ll do anything for you to say ‘yes’”.

“Yeah?” Your eyebrow raised in question. Brushing your lips over his, but denying a kiss, you continued. “Will you go public about our engagement or I will turn into your secret wife?”

An exhausted sign was his response. You took in the sight of a complete loss written across his face — shit, you knew exactly how this would go.

“Whatever”, you uttered, hands tugging his hair, pulling him in another breathless kiss. He indulged in it, his plushy lips parting yours to let his tongue dominate the kiss. You let him. You let him do whatever he wants tonight. You’re not going to ruin your last time together. Though, it’s not like he knows that.

You were unaware of being lifted and carried into the bedroom. Namjoon has this magical power to transcend the boundaries of reality, creating this bubble whenever the two of you are alone so that you are in your personal, secluded little world. And when you’re there, you always lose the sense of reality.

That’s why you were able to last this long. Whenever you spoke to your friends — some of them idols too, some of them not — they always said it would’ve been a nightmare to live such a life. Hidden behind several closed door, your relationship was sealed as something forbidden, harmful even. That was true, but at the beginning of your careers only, you thought. The more both of you progressed, the less you cared about what people had to say. And for some time, while living in this beautiful delusion, you though Namjoon was on the same page as well. Oh boy, were you wrong.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked breathlessly, obviously noticing your thoughts were drifting away from his head buried between your thighs. You wish you could focus on the pleasure he was giving you, but… Everything was too much. Him proposing out of nowhere, not agreeing on revealing your relationship — again — and your sudden decision to end this relationship for the good.

“You”, you whimpered, “you just feel so good”.

That wasn’t a complete lie: he did, in fact, get your head spiraling, you soul leaving your body each time he sucked on your clit. However, your mind couldn’t but come back to the anxious, shaking thoughts.

“Liar”, he breathed out, capturing your lips in another tentative kiss.

His kisses are hungry, and you catch him muttering in-between them how you interrupted him getting the dessert. Ah yeah, you didn’t come when he ate you out, it’s a direct insult. You’re giving in, swallowing his mumbles, replacing them with your own moans instead.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, your savoured every moment when his lips touched your skin. Pressing kisses to your shoulder blades, lingering touches on your chest, two fingers curled inside your pussy. He was too much, and he knew it; you were arching your back, digging nails in the sheets, whining, begging him to stop the torture.

“Joon, pl-“, you stuttered once again, when his thumb started drawing painfully slow circles on your clit.

“What is that, baby? I didn’t quite hear you”. Namjoon murmured.

“Please”, you breathed, hands gripping his shoulders, “please, please, fuck me, please”.

Under the blurred vision you still managed to see him smirking, while pulling his pants down.

“Your wish is my command”.

Your watched him reach for the nightstand, quickly taking the condom from the drawer. “D’you want to do it?”

You nodded, sitting up on the bed, head spinning from the sudden movement. Either iron deficiency or the foreplay, you thought, taking the condom into your hands. You looked at his cock, tip red and leaking with pre-cum, fucking waiting for you.

You wish you could put on a show for Joon, one last time. You wish you could get down, and put the condom on with your teeth. You wish you could, but you can’t.

Although there’s one thing you can do. He’s not gonna like it, you think, you won’t like it too. You desperately need him inside, to cling into him, to hear him whisper ‘I love you’s’ one last time. However, you can’t bring yourself to it.

The more you stay, the longer this goes on. The more you let him in, bringing your defense to the ground, turning your self-esteem in literal ruins — the less the arguments to leave him sound reasonable. He’s been your boyfriend for almost eight years, though, on the other hand, you weren’t partners at all.

Sure, you’ve met each other’s families. Of course they all predicted you two would get married and start a family, eventually. And at one point, you had to convince yourself that breaking up with Namjoon didn’t mean your parents breaking their friendship, so it shouldn’t affect them — but still, your families’ bonding was one of the things holding you back.

For some reason though, there’s nothing stopping you now.

The condom is still in its wrapper, so you put it down on the bed, Namjoon’s eyes following your every move. He raises his brows, not knowing where this is going. Your fingers linger over his tip, just teasing. Joon hisses at the slightest sensation, which almost brings you to tears: who else is gonna love you this much that the smallest touch of yours throws them over the edge?

Fuck him, the thought sprinted through your head, he only loves me behind closed doors.

Your lips sealed in a sloppy kiss. One of the hands, which wasn’t stroking his dick slowly, was entangled in his hair, again. You just loved the feeling of his soft locks in between your fingers.

Namjoon squeezed your waist, holding onto you for dear life, just not to lose his composure. As you broke the kiss, you lips left open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, moving to suck in the skin in that sensitive spot of his. You’re willing to mark him as yours in places where he’s never let you do that before.

“Baby..” He responded to your actions immediately, but didn’t lift a finger to stop you.

“Enjoy this while you can”, you whispered in his ear, leaving a trail of kisses alongside his neck.

You messily kissed his lips again, before breaking away. Looking in his eyes, you spit on your palm to bring it back to his cock again, to stroke him less slowly this time.

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the view, his head tilting away. He loved when you did this and looked into his eyes; to him, there’s just something… Something ethereal about you when you spit on his dick.

His hand reached to your bare pussy, to feel how wet you are, to bring the pleasure back to you — only to be slapped away.

“It’s about you, not me”, you gasp, images of him shoving his cock inside your pussy, pounding into you mercilessly fueling your burning desire for him.

Your thumb presses on his tip, drawing circles, thinking of how good it would feel to lick it with your tongue. Shit, you wish.

You give in to your wishes, finally. You just have to control yourself and not to yield to temptation fully.

You make him sit down on the edge of the bed, him obliging to every thing you tell him to do. Namjoon swears every time you get down on your knees in front of him, he’s ready to combust, to turn into ashes, just ‘cause of the way you look. Doe eyes piercing right though him whenever your head bobs up and down his length.

You both moan, when your mouth wraps around his tip. Your whimper is, however, more tempting to Joon, sending vibrations throughout his whole body.

With your mouth wrapped around his cock, your tongue starts its devilish dance. Leaving kitten licks with just the tip of your tongue, tasting the pre-cum with every move of yours, you feel his hand on the back of your head, massaging your scalp tenderly. You hate him for his softness even when you want to leave him.

Your hands stroke his dick, covering what your mouth can’t reach. The sounds you’re making are obscure, slurping, chocking, fucking French-kissing his dick. Namjoon is two steps away from being summoned to heaven.

“Shit, baby”, he hisses, his hands slowly guiding your head to make you go faster, “I’m g-, shit, gonna cum”.

Good. You bob your head up and down his length one more time, before letting his dick out of your mouth with a loud “pop”. As you stand up, naked in front of him, Namjoon’s gaze, clouded with lust, doesn’t leave the sight of your tits.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

His hoarse voice, gentle hands, soft locks. His darkened gaze, fingers on the small of your back, broad shoulders. Him. All about him is so beautiful, yet so painful. You cannot stay, you forbid yourself to stay.

If you stay with him one more time, you’re sure you’re not going to get your happy ending with him. He’ll never hold your hand in the park, he’ll never take you on a date when other people are there too. He’ll never leave the comfort of secrecy just because he doesn’t want to leave it. Namjoon doesn’t want to be with you in all meanings of it.

Yeah. You can’t stay.

His head is pressed to your solar plexus, your fingers in his hair again. The last time you’re going to be this close.

“I think we should break up”.

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bearslonelywinter · 1 year

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The lies we'll tell: NMJ x Plus Size Fem! Reader

Summary: Being the secretary to a powerful CEO is no easy feat. But with his lingering dragon like eyes, things could get a bit more interesting.

Warnings: Possessive behavior, Smut, bit of fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, work place bullying and talk of diet culture. Also, very light editing done. FLITH.

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

A/N: Hi hi! This is my first story posting on here. I used to write a lot back then but I am just now getting back into the swing of things and I hope you guys enjoy~ <3 I am very nervous.

You spent the majority of your early morning in the bathroom trying to readjust your tight skirt. You had no idea why you let your best friend, Jia decide to pick out your clothes for today.

"Ah, shit," you whisper to yourself trying to bring it down more and more but the skirt keeps wanting to ride up your plump thighs.

"Why, why, why! Did I let Jia talk me into this," you whisper to yourself when you hear one of the stall bathrooms unlock.

A tall slender woman appeared. She's pale, short jet black hair that stopped right above her shoulders with a cute grey business casual outfit that complemented that pale skin. She looks at you through the mirror with all of the cookie cutter sinks lined up, washes her hands and reapplies her bright red lipstick.

"Such a shame," she says.

"Excuse me?" you ask.

"Oh? You heard that? Sorry, sometimes my thoughts slip out." She smirks, eyes rolling in disgust as she see's you keep struggling to pull down your skirt. "I was saying that it's such a shame . . . no more like a disappointment that our CEO hired you over me. I'm sure I'd be more of a prize to look at," she pauses putting her lipstick away in her bag and fixes her hair. "He pick someone who is supposed to keep up, how can you do that when you can't even keep up with yourself?"

Your face was red, boiling over with anger within you. Nari, Nari was a mean mean woman even when you first met her when you both were young interns. She has always had her sights on the CEO of Bangtan Corp. She was young money and blew it off while partying in her early twenties from the rumors you heard. Daddy is broke but still has connections which lead her, here . . . you about to rip her a new one.

"I'm sorry, last time I checked I'm the one close with the CEO? Not you? Huh, such a shame that your pretty little head still can't comprehend that. While I am struggling, I will and still will come on top. Don't you forget that," you snapped.

Her face is red, just about almost as red as that obnoxious red lipstick she has on. She quickly walks out of the bathroom, pushing past another woman. "Woah! Be careful, sheesh," the woman's voice shouts. It's a familiar voice. "Hey what happened with Narcissus over here?" Jia asks.

Tears sting your eyes and all you can do is hold onto the ends of your skirt still trying to pull it down. "Hey, hey! What's going on?" Jia asks while getting closer. You look up at her in the mirror. She is a bit tanner, long light brown hair she keeps into a ponytail with cute bangs to frame her face. She usually has light brown contacts in but today, her dark eyes are only focused on you.

"I'm sick of her shitty attitude towards everyone, I'm sick of people doubting my skills because I got picked to be Mr. Kim's secretary and most of all I AM SICK OF THIS SKIRT!" you couldn't help but shout a bit while trashing about.

Clearly over-stimulated, Jia shushes you while petting your hair. "Y/N, hey girl it's going to be alright, look at me!" she exclaims.

"No."

"Look at me, Y/N, I'm not playing games here."

You give in, facing towards her and away from the big mirror.

"First and foremost. Nari over here, that bitch. Don't worry about her, she can be a bully with her little group and keke all she wants but, it will not get her far, not with the high school mentality she has. Secondly, you speak three different languages, you were valedictorian in your collage and you can crush a cantaloupe with these thighs," she says, giggling while taking a good little slap to your inner thigh.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better, how?" you ask while rolling your eyes.

"Because! I was going to say before you interrupted me. Thirdly, you're hot."

"Oh come on now, you're ju-"

"Y/N, no I'm serious. Look at you," she says while she gets behind you and makes you face towards the mirror. "Look at how cute you did your hair today, your makeup is on point and matches so well with your dark navy blue skirt, long sleeve white silk blouse and your small pearl necklace you have on. You're too cute. I know you think your skirt . . . is a bit too short and I'm sorry for that. I just thought you needed to feel beautiful as much as you look right now."

There's a pause. You take a look at yourself, a really good look at yourself. You see how your curves are fitted well. How the black small belt holding your skirt is making your waist come in and how flushed your hips are. Your black sheer tights highlight your thick thighs and how your black chunky heels are making your back straighten, giving you that boost you need. To top it off, your breasts look perfectly round, the white blouse has a small little plunge showing the tops of them off, beautifully.

Jia takes notice and gives you a soft smile.

"Are we about to kiss?" you joke.

"No! But, I'm down if you are!" She laughs a hearty laugh all while you wave her off. You grab your large bag off of the sink counter and pull out a grey sweater. "Ugh no, please not the sweater," she says.

"While I appreciate you basically eye fucking me, this skirt is still inappropriate for work," you say. You wrap the light feeling sweater around your waist and tie the arms around the front of you. The longer part covers your bottom. "I have to schedule some meetings now. See you after work?"

Jia gives you her big smile. "Of course! Dinner at your place?"

"Dinner at my place," you agree. "Don't forget that wine I left at your place okay!" you say as you leave the bathrooms.

"What wine again!?" she yells.

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The office space you've shared with Mr. Kim has always been so intimate. You were placed in a small waiting room and the doors that were almost immediately behind you, is where he resides. Like a dragon underneath a mountain with his pile of gold, gold like secrets you'd say.

It was around 12 p.m. About lunch time for Mr. Kim and yourself. You'd always have the kitchens below deliver his lunch to his office while you waited outside at your desk to eat yours. But this time, when you knock with hot soup and meat in hand, he doesn't answer.

You knock again, no answer. You wonder if you should just leave him a text message. No, you thought. From the first time you met him in your interview with him, to officially receiving the job - he has always told you, whenever you needed him, to go straight to him.

But you didn't need him, you just needed to give him his food. You stand there, feet firmly planted into the ground, your breathing getting shorter. What could go wrong, you thought. Just say excuse me, give him his food and get out of there.

You took a deep breath, knocked once more and let yourself in. The room is big, adorned with navy blue color painted on the walls with expensive monochromatic art pieces lined beautifully and two statues of white marble dragons in the corners by his big black wooden desk. The large ceiling tall windows, with the view of the city of Seoul really pulled the room together. You took a step further, your heels meeting the soft plush gray carpet that's in the middle of the white tile flooring. Two black leather facing his desk, the back of his own leather swivel chair, is faced away from you.

You take notice of a small glass cup that was empty but you can see the coloring of the recent drink he has recently drank, brown. Whiskey of some sorts you believe, knowing Mr. Kim has always texted you to buy whiskey for his clients who request meetings with him. You crept closer. Placing the hot soup with the meats onto the table, trying to not disturb him.

"Hi, Mr. Kim. Your food is ready," you whisper. No answer. You slowly move around the desk, to see if your CEO is still alive. But there he was, his beautiful tan skin, his plump lips and his black hair that framed his face oh so perfectly. He was asleep.

You linger for a moment, looking at him. He's wearing a two piece all blacked out suit. He looks tired to you. You know with all of the meetings in the last couple of days with international affairs, especially with trying to dip his toes into the music industry with a new artist can be difficult and it's finally caught up with him.

Seeing him sleep is peaceful to you. You could take a picture if you wanted to but all I can do is soak up the silence and his beauty.

"You know, if you're just going to stand there you might as well bring your lunch in here and join me," he says. You took a step back and see him sit up a bit while he opened his eyes. His dragon like eyes. They roamed your body as he casually licks his lips from what you assume the long nap he had. "A grey sweater? Are you cold, Y/N?"

You cock your head in confusion all while you look down and remember about the stupid sweater you had to wrap around yourself. "Oh! I am so sorry Mr. Kim. I had a wardrobe malfunction and I just needed a quick fix before trying to tackle all of the scheduling done for today," you say quickly.

"Is that so?" he says. "Well my proposal still stands, grab your lunch and join me. You're already here"

Your thoughts were racing. Oh no, I disturbed him. He's going to shred into me for invading his space, you thought. "O-Of course, sir," you say quickly exiting the luxurious room to your little desk outside. From under your desk was a mini fridge. You grabbed your chicken salad with your black ice cold water bottle and came back into the room with him.

He set one of the guest chairs closer to the large wooden desk, opened one of the boxes and began to blow to cool down his noodles. You quietly, place your lunch in front of him all while pulling out the chair so you sit down. Even when he is sitting up, he towers over you, you rub your legs together. He notices.

"Is that all you brought darling?" he asks. His words sending chills down your spine. A pet name.

"Yeah, I just really need to watch what I eat sometimes . . . I'm sure you noticed," you say, wanting to shrink into the leather seat.

"No, as a matter of fact. I notice the lunches you usually bring in. Have you been eating enough?"

You want to just disappear. It was so invasive, like he can see right through you. While it made you feel this way, you wanted him to pry more. You wanted him to know every part of yourself.

"M-Mr. Kim. I-"

"Namjoon, please call me Namjoon."

"Namjoon sir . . . I . . . uh, it's just been hard when hearing all the comments and people saying things towards me. I just want to make sure that I look good, to make you look good . . . sir."

You look at him, the dragon eyes are back. He's peering into your soul all while you feel so small. He leans forward, hands in front of his face, he cocks his head and sighs. You see how plump his lips are, how sharp his eyes are and how his hands . . . oh his hands and what you would give to feel them.

"I'm sorry, I said too much," you say to try to ease the tension.

"Nothing you say or do will ever make me look bad, darling. Why you should tell me who is making such remarks to my secretary."

Your heart flutters, you expect him to brush off the matter or to even shame you like others have. But, should you really give a name? Nari was an awful woman yes, but this was messing with her income if you were to interject. You hesitate. He notices.

"If you're worried about me firing them. I wouldn't do so, let me ease your mind," he says leaning back his chair, spreading his legs a bit farther apart, eyes still on you. "Give me a name and i'll make sure they will never bother you again."

This time, his voice rumbled in your bones. He meant it, you can tell he did. You open your mouth a bit, he leans in a bit more - awaiting your answer.

"It's this woman who was in the communications division with me from when I first started here as an intern . . . she was also one of the people running to be your secretary when we both saw the internal portal application."

"Ah," he says. Finally happy with your answer.

"You promise you won't get her fired or anything? As much as I dislike her, I don't fancy messing with people's money. That's not something I'd want to do to her."

"You have a good heart," he says, lifting out of his chair to move the food to the side. "Stand with me, Y/N."

Almost like an instinct, you stood with him. He motions for you to come to him and you did. You walk over to his side of the desk and he makes you both look out into the city.

"I read your file a while back, when I first hired you two months ago. Trilingual woman in her early twenties coming to a big hit company like mine. I was intrigued you know?" he says looking down at you.

"That I spoke three different languages? I don't think it's that impressive . . ." you trail off.

"That's not an easy feat, Y/N. You passed all of the communications tests with flying colors, me and my team gave you impossible tasks but you managed to outwit everyone and surprise everyone with how efficient you are. I had to see you."

You blush, you never realized how much at hand Namjoon put into the tests you and others had to make. You felt proud and if you could, you'd call your mom and tell her you made the CEO proud of you. You were beaming and loved the praise he gave you. He notices.

"And when I saw you . . ."

Oh no, here we go. All of a sudden your mood became sullen, he's going to tell you how disappointed he was when he saw you or whatever horrible thing.

"When I saw you, you took my breath away," he says.

"Wha-"

"You are so radiant. Genuinely such joy. I saw how you made your co-workers laugh, you made lunches for everyone and you're just so beautiful."

You felt as if this was a dream. Was the number one bachelor in all of South Korea, the CEO of one of the biggest companies . . . was complimenting you? Your mouth gap open, you took a step back to try to gather everything he just said. Your heart is racing as your face is turning red. He smiles.

"All while, you look great doing it."

That was your boiling point. You had to go, get out of here before he takes too much notice of how much you're unraveling in front of him. Before you could, you felt him behind you. You looked up to see in the big windows, a reflection of you two.

"You know what I see when I look at you?" he asks.

"I, umm . . . someone who can make you proud?" you ask. It was a dumb dumb response you thought to yourself.

"I see a beautiful, sexy young woman," he says while he unties the sweater around your waist and throws it to the side. You can finally see how big your hips are. While fully clothed, you felt exposed. His hands stay on your hips. "Now tell me, what do you see now?"

You wanted to rub your legs together again. Even from the sheer reflection of you two in the window, his eyes are only focused on you. You just nodded your head dumbly in hopes he understands what you're saying yes to.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk . . . use your words, darling."

Your breath hitches, you wanted to curl into a ball and wanted to run. He's seeing right through you, he's toying with you. He knows, he knows how bad you want him. The side glances you two give to each other for weeks and how you always straighten your back when he comes in and out of his office. He knows.

Namjoon was a man full of focus, his job, with his own projects and with his women. Once he saw you, he had to see what you were hiding underneath those clothes. Today was especially hard for him when he saw how short your skirt was and how your sheer black tights looked so snug on your thighs. He had to tear into you, no he needed to tear into you.

"I-I see you want to tear into me," you respond.

He smiles and brings his head in closer to your ear, "You'd be correct." You smile back at him, one of his hands is going for your waist while the other remains on your hip. "You're running the show, darling. Tell me when or when to stop."

Thousands of thoughts are running through your head, you should stop this. You have to stop this, he was your boss, your senior and someone who is much older than you. But the way your heat aches in between your legs, says otherwise.

"I want you to bend me over this table and have your way with me," you breathe out. He smiles, you see that malevolent smile. He kisses the side of your head.

"As you wish."

He hikes up your tight skirt as far as it'll let him, showing him the pink lace colored panties you have. You looked away from the reflection of you, but then his soft lips met yours. He deepens the kiss. He parts and you're breathless once again. His eyes peered into your soul.

"I need you to see how pretty you look," he says, slowly turning your head to the reflection. You cringe on how you look, your thick thighs and how the panties you have have already dampened from how wet you are. "Look at my pretty girl. So beautiful." You buck a bit at his words. Wanting him to touch you more. You needed more, more, more. He unbuttons your long sleeve blouse, one by one slowly making sure you're still looking. He throws your blouse across the room, showing your pink bra.

Your breasts were pushed up so deliciously for him but you were too worried about how your stomach looked, your arms went immediately to cover your mid section. Namjoon takes notice and lifts your arms up. His arms wrap around you.

"My baby looks beautiful, no matter what," he says. He comes from behind you, kneels in front of you and looks up. "Everything, every inch of you is beautiful." He hikes up your skirt more. He's kissing your knee, to lower inner thigh, to your upper thigh now. You had to lean against something, you were getting weak in the knees. You lean back against the large wooden desk as he lifts your left up and propped it on his shoulder. Kissing every inch on your inner thigh.

Your core was heating up, you wanted to beg him to stop teasing you. Namjoon looks up at you and smiles. His hands rides up your thighs all the way to your hips and back in between your thighs again. He goes for the outer layer of your sheer black tights right where your core is. You moan out as he rips the middle of them. Your pink panties in full view in front of him.

"You're this wet already, darling?" You face away until his voice brings you back. "Look at me baby." You turn to look at him. "You're not going to keep your eyes off of me," he says. You nod. "Use your words baby."

"Yes . . . sir," you say. You know you picked the right words because once you said that, he places thumb and glides it over your clit. You moan out softly. Keeping your gaze on him and he's watching you fall apart. He smirks as gently moves your pink panties to the side, getting a full view of your pretty pussy.

"Divine," he says while popping a finger in slowly. You moan out, feeling your slick dripping down your thighs. He's slowly reaching inside of you, making your squirm in his grasp. You wanted more, you needed more.

Another finger. His ring finger along with the middle finger inside of you slowly pumping in and out while his thumb grazed over your clit occasionally. You were unraveling, moaning his name, moaning swears. He found it amusing that you never broke eye contact with him, Namjoon needed to test you more.

In a swift motion, his plump lips attacked your core. You cry out and grip the table behind you. Needing some stability. "Ah fuck!" you cry.

His tongue is dancing around your clit and moving down to your hole where his fingers reside. You never break the view you're seeing. His dragon eyes peering into your soul like he wanted it. He wanted to take everything from you and make it his . . . and the way he was eating you out, you'd let him.

You feel yourself on the brink of coming. You had to let him know, let him know he makes you feel good. "N-Namjoon, I can't hold it anymore!" you scream.

He detaches and as he stares at you he says, "Be a good girl and finish for me."

You about lost it, his fingers pumping in faster with his tongue dancing now on your clit. You cry out. You run your fingers through his soft black hair, wanting to pull on it. You restrain yourself and simply press into him more. "I-I can't do it anymore. I'm coming!" you cry out feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you. Your eyes rolling back and you fully lean on the desk.

He leans up to kiss you and you accept. You taste yourself on his tongue. It's so sinful, yet it feels so right. Both of your tongues dance in and out of each other's mouths. He begins to unhook your bra and throws it across the room. Your nipples are ready for him to play with. He looks down, kissing your neck, your chest and then down to your right breast. Popping your nipple into his mouth he begins to circle around your nipple and with his other hand playing with the other. Your knees buck but you also wanted to do something for him.

You made him look at you. He was taken a back. A bit surprised as you slowly descend down on your knees. Seeing the tenting in his black slacks. You peer up at him, his face filled with amusement.

"I want to also make you feel good," you say.

He smiles, he decides to lean back into his own swivel leather chair, spreading his knees apart. Inviting you in. "Go on then," he says.

You crawl to him, a sight he was happy to see. Your plump bottom is in the air and way your breasts bounce. He wanted to just say fuck it, grab you and fuck you on the floor. But he knows with a woman like you, you need time and he was so willing to give you plenty.

You crawl and finally plant your knees on the ground. You fumble with his thin black belt and his zipper but you got it down. His thick long hard cock sprang out almost hitting his stomach from just the sheer length he had. You swallow, a bit intimidated on how it looks. He was most definitely bigger than anyone you've been with before.

"I want to taste you," you say to him, softly gripping his cock and pumping your hand up and down. He groans softly which only makes you so much wetter.

"Take me in that pretty mouth of yours then darling," he says leaning further back. You couldn't take it. You spit onto his throbbing cock and swirl your tongue around the tip. Just as he has done to you, you'll do to him. "Ah, fuck," he whispers. "Y/N, fuck."

You took him into your mouth as you could try to swallow as much as you could of him. You bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue swirl around and your saliva dripping onto his pants. Namjoon was about to lose it. The sight of you was something to behold. He never thought a woman he had his eyes on for months is now under him, taking him so perfectly. Mine, mine, mine he thought to himself. She is mine.

He's groaning and it's making you so wet, you wanted him, you needed him inside of you and he could tell by the way your other hand has left his shaft and he can see you playing with yourself. Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. He grabs your face and lifts you up to kiss him.

You deepen the kiss and then bite his bottom lip. He takes a look at you, smirks and bites your bottom lip back and pulls, causing you to moan in his mouth.

He grips your bottom as he lifts you up onto the table with such ease you puts you into shock and excitement. He's towering over you, taking off his work jacket along with his silk black button up. His body is godly, tan and ripped and seeing his cock basically line up with your entrance is the only mental image you needed to save in your head. You could come from just the sight of him alone.

He slowly, yet softly pushes you down to lay on your back and hiking your legs on his shoulders. He leans down, your face to face with him.

"You're in charge here. Say the color red if you want me to stop or if I'm hurting you. Say the color green if I am good, okay baby?" he asks. You nod your head. "Use your words," he demands.

"Green, sir."

"Good."

He rubs himself against your entrance and you're just waiting, you moan and groan as for him to hurry up. He sees you're eager, so is he but he just wants to drink in every moment, every facial expression you're making . . . he wants to savor the moment he first enters you.

"Namjoon, make me yours," you say as you flutter your eyes towards him causing him to become painfully hard. He can't take it.

He slides in, causing your back to arch and ache against the wooden table. He's filling you to the brim with his cock. He's panting and looking down at your face. You want to turn away, embarrassed on how full you are but his eyes remain trained on you.

"What color baby?"

You moan out, "Green sir."

That's all he needs before he starts sliding in and out of you. He's picking up the pace and all you can feel is him, think of him and look at him. Namjoon filled your senses with just the idea of him. His hard thick cock rocking in and out of you causing your breasts to bounce in his face. With his hand he starts to pull and twist at one of your nipples causing you to moan out his name.

"Namjoon, fuck- please, more!"

He smirks, fucking you harder and faster pounding into your sweet pussy. Making the sweetest noise for him. He too is unraveling. He lets go of your nipple and runs his hands down your stomach and finds your clit again. "Come, come with me this time," he says, rubbing his finger over your clit.

You're turning red, spewing swears and having your eyes filled with just him. His black hair swinging over his brows and eyes as he's fucking into you cashing his own high. His plump lips being bitten down because all he can look at is you and your body.

He slides all the way in this time, hitting your cervix and you cry out. Back arching and toes curling. "Namjoon! I'm coming!" you scream. He leans over, shutting you up with a kiss and then he presses his forehead against yours.

"Come, come with me," he says not moving out all the way but moves so the majority of him is still inside and your clit is still being played with. He's groaning, moaning. "Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. You're a fucking dream. I can't wait to fuck you," he says, pushing deeper. "Over," he pushes further, "And over again," he finally says, groaning as you both have a wave of pleasure washed over you both.

You both are panting. His head buried in between your breasts, you chuckle. He looks up at you and smiles. You both share a quick kiss.

"I'm guessing, I'm having my lunch breaks in here from now huh?"

He smirks, appreciating your joke after the intensity you both shared. "I'd be damned if you start having lunch with another man," he joked back. "You're my pretty girl, mine now."

"What am I going to tell Jia now that I'm spending my lunch time with you now?"

He ponders for a moment and shrugs. "Oh, the lies we'll tell them, it's going to be fun and it'll be our little secret, darling."

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kiara-ish · 1 year

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When you have a crush on him and he knows it:

Version - Kim Namjoon

non-idol au.

Did this turn into a drabble of sorts? Yes. Do I regret? No.

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Namjoon is the best of all seasons; he is a chilly breeze under the heat of the sun in spring, he is the relieving rain in summer, he is the beautiful flush of seasons in fall and he is the joy of the first snow. You were just a mere weather forecaster and he was a whole storm for a human being.

Metaphors aside, he was the therapist you didn't know you needed until you began hanging out at museums and empty parks and thank goodness, the Starry Night actually began to swirl in your dreams like your feelings for Namjoon did in your stomach.

Highkey, everyone knew you had a crush on him. The worst part was that he probably did too. So when he began actually placing the warmth of his hands on your lower back instead of holding it against air, you knew you were doomed.

He remained aloof when your face flushed red as he casually kneeled in front of you to tie your shoelaces in the streets. As people stared, some judging and some staring at awe, you could only bit your lips to prevent the grin as he looked up at you with a smile.

His friends shipped you two, imminent in the way the only seat remaining in a group dinner was always beside him. This one time when it was a dinner for four, Jimin and Taehyung left in the name of a big 'emergency' but you were keen enough to catch the suggestive raise of eyebrows they sent Namjoon's way. He laughed cutely afterwards before chatting up a storm.

He loved to talk about his interests. You loved to listen about his interests. Not much of a talker yourself, you never really indulged in many hobbies or aesthetically pleasing activities, which Namjoon naturally excelled in. So when the first time you told him about your love for baking, oh man, he outshone the evening star as he stared unblinking, listening.

You loved the city skylines alright and he was fond of lush greens more. When you finally bought your apartment that had a cool view of the city, you couldn't shake off the feeling of something missing. After a day of contemplation and an unexplainably annoying lacking in the homely feeling, you unknowingly brought in a small plant, a potted money plant. The nerves were gone by the time there was a row of small plants crowding your city overlooking balcony. That was the day you realised that Namjoon was more than a person to you, he comprise home and these tumultuous waves of mushy feelings was what they called love.

When the first time Namjoon came over, he was in awe at the plants and you were in awe of his grey sweatshirt that had a small leaf designed at the centre. His hair had grown longer and his sweatshirt fit him more snug than the last time you saw it on him. He was well.

There was something off about your feelings that day; they were difficult to contain. So you stared at him with hopeless eyes as he delicately cut your steak. His eyes met yours once and he raised his eyebrows in question. You couldn't look away in all embarassment. He looked away first.

When the dinner was over, you poured a glass of exquisite wine that he brought in with a fancy name. It was a relief he couldn't drive yet you wanted to offer him to stay.

"The city looks beautiful from here." "The plants make it feel like home." "I never knew you were into plants." "I never knew you were into city lights."

You imagined him saying, "I'm into you," but he laughed and placed the glass aside. You still had miles to go.

The lights were dimmed down and the night sky was never brighter. But there was a spark in his eyes that wasn't just a mere reflection. The spark was dazzling your way more often than usual.

"New apartment, check. What's next? A boyfriend?" "I wonder where is the dealer for that."

A snort and a chuckle echoed through the space until silence weighed heavier. It wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, there was no butterfly fluttering in your stomach nor was this uncertainty that reigned everytime Namjoon came in. There was a persevering silence; not the horror movie kind – the quiet, slice of life kind.

"What do you think of feelings, Joon?" "Feelings are felt." "Not expressed?" "What is felt and not expressed? Mouth can frown and smile, eyes are hollow, they tell too much."

"Some feelings are stronger than others. They show up more vividly then." "Of course, it is love that shows up the brightest."

The ticking of the clock was never louder and every breath felt like a sigh. There was a foot of distance between you two, he slouched against the wall while you leaned on a pillow. The mattress in the middle of your living room was so cushiony that it felt like a dream.

"What do you see in my eyes then?" He stared at me as if he had expected me to ask him that for centuries. Like he was annoyed that it took me nine lives to ask him that.

"I don't look," his words and my heart sunk in simultaneously but he had more to say it seemed, "I'm always afraid."

"Of what?" "Of you reading mine."

It took you another minute to look up at him with courage but he had those eyes, the ones that shone in you when you stared at him. He didn't just know your feelings, he knew it by heart and reciprocated by his being. So when you leaned in, you knew he would meet you halfway.

He didn't go home at all that night.

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linos-luna · 1 year

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Thigh riding with Namjoon ❣️

Namjoon (RM) x fem!Reader

(Quick fic)

Warnings: 18+, smut, thigh riding, ddlg

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Namjoon loved spoiling you and always knew how to please you. He knew how much you loved parts like his hands and especially his thighs.

His thighs were the best. So thick and muscular. Sometimes all you wanted to do was ride them and Namjoon knew that, like today.

He had been away for a few days for work and you were feeling very needy. Once he got home you were so happy and quick to sit on his lap.

“Oh hi baby girl. Your boyfriend chuckled. “You seem excited to see me.”

“I’m happy to see you back, daddy!” You replied, now hugging him. “I missed you.”

Namjoon gave you a quick kiss on the lips and smiled. “I missed you too.”

You whined a bit, moving your hips and Namjoon realized what you wanted.

“Oh baby… I see you’re very needy. You didn’t touch yourself when daddy was gone right?”

“No! I would never break daddy’s rules.” You replied with a pout. “I’m a good girl!”

“Yes I know. That’s why you deserve a reward.” He smiled and had you stand up. “Take your panties off, baby.”

“Yes daddy.” You pulled down your jeans and quickly took off your underwear then waited for the next instruction. This left you with only a shirt.

Namjoon motioned for you to sit on his thigh and you did so with no hesitation. He loved how compliant and submissive you were with him.

“Go ahead, baby girl.”

You slowly started grinding on his thigh while holding onto his buff arms. His hands were on your hips but you were doing most of the work. Your pussy felt so sensitive rubbing against the rough material of his pants and you were already moaning uncontrollably.

Your boyfriend thought this was so hot and started moving you faster then tapping his foot to let you bounce a little.

“Daddy! D-daddy!” You whined. It was all too much and you wanted to cum but you knew you weren’t allowed to without permission. “Please daddy please!”

“Please what baby?” He responded with a soft voice, the type to make you cum right then and there.

“I-I wanna cum! Please let me cum!”

“Of course you can.” Namjoon said with a smile as you came on his pants.

You were exhausted and slumped your head down, breathing heavily.

“You’re such a good girl, y/n.” He said, now holding you close.

You smiled and hugged him back, nuzzling your head in his neck. You’re so happy he’s home….

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justanotherstarlightmonger · 2 years

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Joonie's shirts - KNJ

Genre: Fluff/ Slice of life

Pairing: Namjoon x fem reader

Word count: 1.3k words

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A blissful, lazy day in late August. The rainy season was here, and that meant when it wasn’t raining, it was humid. And humidity wreaked havoc on your hair. You weren’t particularly fond of the rainy season. You were more of a summer’s girl.

Summers meant long, lazy days in the air condition. Summers meant cool evenings that still allowed you to wear sandals outside. Summers meant crop top and tank top and shorts and breezy sandals and flip flops, loads of sunscreen and many evenings at the beach.

Summers also meant that in his free time, Namjoon would call you and ask you if you wanted to go for a ride in the park, or along the beach. Occasionally, on some nice bright day, you’d pack a picnic for you both and you’d head out, stopping at some museum or art gallery, go skating, take walks in the parks in the fabulous cool shade, drink iced lemonades or some new form of cool drink you had seen on the internet that piqued your curiosity. And after the whole day was over, you’d go for a little hike up Joon’s favorite trail, that led you to a scenic cliff and eat your delicious supper, while watching the sunset, with great memories of the day fresh in your mind.

You always felt happy in the summers. Loved and bright and warm like the very air around you.

Today however, was not a day where you had any significant thing planned with your boyfriend. Namjoon had surprisingly gotten off work early and had come home, just as you were about to go take a nice, cool shower after getting some groceries from the farmer’s market.

He had meant to surprise you, as he had sneaked in through the front door, and was promptly tip toeing down the hallway when he bumped his knee into the table and had dropped one of the plastic ornaments sitting prettily on top of it. He let out a couple of curses under his breath.

Of course, since you were home alone, the noise had alerted you immediately and you made your way cautiously out of the kitchen. Knowing that whatever had fallen, had fallen inside the house, you had reason to believe that the intruder was inside your house too, and you decided to carry a knife in your hand too. Heart beating frantically, you debated whether you wanted to run as fast as you possibly could, into your bedroom, or you wanted to confront whoever it was with your trusty knife. Weighing your options, you knew that if you ran into your room, you could call Namjoon, and he’d rush home, but maybe it would be too late. On the other hand, direct confrontation meant that you might damage something about him, but then he could easily overpower you too.

Mind plagued with these questions, you peeked around the corner, into the hallway…

…only to see your tall, bulky boyfriend standing next to the table, looking at the ornament that had fallen with such disappointment in his eyes, as if he couldn’t believe that it had fallen and announced his presence to the whole world with it’s downfall.

“Oh Joonie…” you whispered in relief, as waves of gratitude washed over you and you placed the knife on the kitchen counter temporarily and ran to hug him.

Namjoon was slightly surprised, which he found ironic because he had wanted to surprise you, but gave you a spin nonetheless with a “Hey honey” as he placed you back down.

“I thought you were an invader here to kill me,” you informed him, “I almost slashed you with the butcher’s knife.”

He looked down at you fondly, petting your cheek as if you were the cutest little creation he had ever seen. “Well, why would you do such a thing?’ he asked bemusedly.

“You’re home early.” You noted.

“Yeah, I wanted to surprise you.” He replied.

“Colour me surprised, though not quite the way you wanted.”

Both of you laughed and made your way deeper into the apartment.

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You smiled at the little memory and made your way out of the shower, wrapping your hair in a towel, you dried your body and put on your undergarments, throwing on one of Namjoon’s larger t shirts on top, then dried your hair for a few minutes before putting on some lotion and a lip oil as you stepped out into your cool room again.

Namjoon was nowhere in sight, so you made your way to the living room, wondering about how to make these few extra hours he had snatched away from work, fun without going out, as you hated the humidity outside. You found him sitting on the couch, his long legs out in front of him, his laptop on a cushion in his lap. He seemed to be focused on something on the screen, so much so that he hadn’t really noticed you come out of the bedroom.

You cleared your throat to get his attention. He looked up, one eyebrow raised, his work face on, looking like a total boss. You had to admit you found that quite sexy, when he clenched his jaw and focused on his work really hard. Even though he was a clumsy little mess, the man was a genius when it came to what he loved.

But before you could even tell him how crazy sexy you found him, with his work mode on in his casual clothes, his face burst into a warm smile and you were hit with the full force of his dimples, making you melt and totally forget the heat that his previous expression had left you in. His duality was mind blowing, it still knocked the breath out of you despite it being almost a year since you started dating, and you were pretty sure it would warrant the same reaction at any point in the distant future too.

“That’s a pretty dress.” He complimented you, before giving his attention back to the screen again.

You looked down at yourself, confused at his strange choice of compliment.

Admittedly, the t shirt you had chosen to wear was white, striped one. But it was so loose that no one in their right mind would dare call it a dress. The hem skimmed your knees, and the sleeves, which were already loose on your boyfriend, were even more lanky and loose on you, and came slightly past your elbows. You looked adorable in it, but definitely more of a ‘wearing-your-boyfriend’s-oversized-clothes’ kinda cute and not an ‘I’m-wearing-a-dress�� kinda cute.

“A… a dress?” you finally asked, tone deliberately confused.

“What was that honey?” he asked, eyes still on the screen.

You stepped closer to the couch. “A dress?” you asked a little louder, lowering your voice and pouting slightly.

Namjoon looked up then. He looked you up and down, his eyes crinkling a little bit.

“Is that my shirt?” he asked, honestly amused, his heart melting over how cute you looked, your hair framing your face, your lips pouted and your eyes wide, your arms crossed across your chest.

“Maybe.” You said.

He started laughing and lifted his laptop, along with the cushion off his lap and put it on the table in front of him, raising his arms, open wide, indicating you to come to him. You gladly raised your leg and straddled his waist, sitting on his lap, wrapping your legs behind his back.

“You’re so cute.” He pinched your cheeks, causing you to blush. “You should wear my clothes more often if you’re gonna be so cute.” He continued teasing.

“Yah, stop!” you batted his hands away, getting shy.

He booped your nose, finding you impossibly endearing, and shifted his position slightly, so that you were comfortable. “You wanna cuddle?” he asked. You nodded bashfully.

And that’s how you found yourself that afternoon, cocooned in Joon’s big, strong arms after a fresh, cool shower, almost dozing off as he played an art documentary on the laptop in front of you.

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ethereallyjade · 1 year

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Namjoon in Pursuit of Love

Venus+Mars Analysis

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Venus in Scorpio

For starters, it's gonna take this man an eternity to even admit his feelings to himself (even though lord knows he feels it so deeply that it's literally undeniable), let alone to admit it to ANYONE else

Absolutely the type to lowkey stalk his person of interest, nothing weird of course, but just like watching their every move from across the room out of the corner of his eye, and going through their social media

He wants to know everything about them before even thinking about pursuing

But once he does decide he wants someone, he won't waste another second

Namjoon wants someone to understand his soul. He's very serious about love and very passionate

He's extremely private about matters of love and extremely protective of the ones he does love

He likely even struggles with possessiveness and obsession because when he does open himself up to love, he does so intensely. He loves so deep it hurts, which is why he protects his heart so much in the first place, because the second those floodgates open all that built up passion and insecurity comes pouring out

This can be very overwhelming for many, so someone that's patient, deep, and understanding of him is important, as well as someone that doesn't fear intensity

He takes love very seriously and needs to know his partner does too, otherwise he sees it as a waste of time

Namjoon expects total loyalty

The ideal relationship, with anyone really, is one that transforms him into the best versions of himself and is deep in the most beautiful and scary of ways

He wants to know his partner inside and out. Every thought, fear, dream, and insecurity laid out for him and his eyes only

He wants his world rocked, but ultimately, he wants something that lasts til death do you part

Someone he can feel safe sharing anything and everything with is his goal

Someone who can ground him also would be best. He has a tendency to overthink with love, so much so that he may think about all the bad things that could happen, get so lost in his daydream, and end up breaking his own heart from something that never even happened

Also, having Cancer in the 8th is basically everything I just said but x2

11th House

Likely finds most of his love interests though mutual friends, online, or anything regarding being social (events, concerts, clubs, or anyother type of gathering)

Could be prone to finding himself in situationships (mix this with it being in Scorpio, lets just say commitment could have been a touchy and/or difficult subject for him)

He's attracted to those that are independent and different or uniquely themselves. Someone that dares to dream and isn't afraid to stand up and out. He might even date people that surprise others, as in people that are different than him or what his friends expect him to like

Mars in Cancer

Again, heavy protector energy here

He may be ashamed to admit it, but he's a sucker for a damsel in distress

This placement is all about nurturing and saving others and can really get excited about someone that needs him

He wants someone that feels like home, that he can open up to and be himself with. Someone that he can explore the dark side of and let them see the dark side of him as well

He craves emotional connection

He wants someone he doesn't feel alone with, which unfortunately is a frequent theme in his life (mostly from to his own doings but-)

Once he finds someone to settle down and make a family with, he will be extremely focused on and protective of them

8th House

If you couldn't tell already, he's gone through some shit regarding his relationships

Extreme passion towards anything he sets his mind to, including relationships, and If it wasn't clear the first time I said it, he takes this very seriously

This placement isn't too different from everything I said above in Venus in Scorpio, except Venus takes a lighter/prettier approach to it and Mars is more aggressive and passionate with it (and Venus being in Scorpio can already be a messy sight, so take that as you will)

LOYALTY

If you betray his trust in any way he will CUT YOU OUT, and considering the nature of his Mars sign already, he'll get revenge too

Yet another theme to point out, he's a protector and will do so even if it costs him everything. Anything to see his loved ones happy and safe

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pair: Namjoon x fem!reader (Sing au)

genre: Animation movie, fantasy, romantic.

Movie: Sing

*Is it possible for a human being the a koala's nephew? Well.. nothing is impossible~

Namjoon's pov

The Moon theater.. the world's most beautiful theater, in my opinion.

My uncle, Buster Moon, is the chief of this amazing theater and I really admire him.

Since I was a child, I come here to watch the shows' premiere.

To be honest, at first, they seemed boring...

But.. I've really felt sorry when I discovered that the whole building just collapsed and that my uncle lost everything.

Because..yes, for him, this theater is his life, above all, 'cause my grandpa worked hard for buying it for his son.

Luckily, my uncle's positivity never betrayed him, not even then:

He setup a pseudo theater with the remains of the old one, and obviously, with the help of his crew too, then bring a mind-blowing show.

He managed to rebuild the Moon Theater, and after several adventures, he managed to debut together with the other members of the crew in the famous town of Redshore City, in the Crystal Tower Theater, just think... that even the great Clay Callway was part of the show and now...it's part of the crew!! But I think you already know all the details, don't you?

It seemed like a hopeless situation! But my uncle's voice was still enthusiastic as he told me what had happened and it was also full of amusement. After hearing this story and seeing for myself the show that brought uncle Buster and his crew to their current fame, "Out of This World", literally a whole new world opened up for me.

I started to appreciate theater more and also started to develop the dream of wanting to bring my own show. I've always loved hip hop and rap for as long as I can remember.

I always had a deep connection with music, through my lyrics I tried to express myself and most of the time I was able to do it great, in fact, I still do it now.

Even at school I spent hours writing down lyrics, and I got numerous scoldings from the teacher because I completely forgot about the lesson.. one day, I even rapped the verse of one of my songs, out loud, during a class test... despite this, however, I was a model student!

Anyway....

other times, I did Freestyle battles with my other classmates or older students and... I always won, modestly. And when I don't write lyrics or produce songs, for lack of inspiration, I take refuge in books or in nature. Books inspire me a lot and also thanks to them I have the pleasure to flex my open mind.

I like reading especially under the huge oak near my house, with the sounds of nature accompanying my reading sessions.

Going back to my big dream... before becoming interested in the theatre, I didn't have a real dream, in fact one of the songs I am most emotionally attached to, is "No more dream", written before my conversion. I would love to include it as an introduction to my show.. but I never had the courage to talk about it with Uncle Buster.. but today I know it's the right day to tell him!

I'm sure he'll take my idea and help me make it happen! I run to the theater with a USB full of songs that I recorded. I enter into my uncle's office, almost breaking the door, because of the emotion, and find Miss Crawly, my uncle's over 100 year old secretary(Johnny and Ash speculate that she has existed since the time of the dinosaurs) cleaning the desk.

'Good morning, dear Namjoon!! Did you sleep well?'

After all, she's a sweet old lady.

'Good morning, Miss Crawly! Yes! I slept very well!

Can you tell me where I can find uncle Buster?'

I ask, impatiently.

'Oh, Mr. Moon is downstairs, he's helping the guys carrying their suitcases!'

I am perplexed.

'Suitcases?'

'Yes! The tour starts today! Don't you remember?'

Oh god the "Out of This World" tour.. I totally forgot about that.

I won't see my uncle for months... And I'll have to postpone the realization of my dream... again...

I go, feeling down, with Miss Crawly, downstairs where i find uncle Buster on his own. I run to hug him and wish him a safe journey. I'm sure this tour will take the show even higher and I'm so happy for the whole crew. This has always been my uncle's biggest dream and then... he deserves it, he has gone through everything to achieve this goal, he worked hard, all of the members worked hard.

'Listen, Nam, I want to give you a very important task!'

Uncle's voice always energizes me, he's always so full of positivity, one of the many reasons I admire him.

'What kind of task??'

I ask, curiously.

My uncle is unpredictable, you never know what can go through that hairy head.

'I want to entrust the teather to you!!'

HE WANTS TO DO WHAT?

...

I don't know what to say, I can only gasp. I told y'all, my uncle is unpredictable... but I didn't that much..

'I'm sure you're the best person to run our wonderland! And then you will not be alone! Miss Crawly will be there to help you!'

I can't say anything, but I think uncle felt my happiness. That theatre, that place of wonder, would become mine, temporarily, but mine.

my uncle smiles. I knew he would understand anyway. He always told me that he finds a little bit of himself in me. And there is no more beautiful compliment for me.

'But now, if you'll excuse me, the bus is leaving!! I love you, my nephew!!'

And after hugging me again.. he goes away, leaving the whole theater in my inexperienced hands.. But come on... at least there's Miss Craw-

'Namjoon!! Have you seen my glass eye????'

...okay maybe it will be more difficult than expected..

As I help Miss Crawly in looking for her glass eye, hoping I haven't already crushed it and shattered it into a thousand pieces under my foot, without realizing it, in my head there is a tangle of thoughts and ideas but, obviously, the most accentuated one, and which let a toothy smile appear on my face, is certainly to make my biggest dream come true. It seems a bit as if uncle already knew..and therefore he had literally left me a blank check..because when Uncle Buster is absent with the company, generally, the theater remains closed..

I turn around, looking at the building keys, in my hands.

Now it almost seems as if uncle, with this move, told me "Hurry up and seize the moment, my nephew" By now I'm almost 30 years old, I want to bring my own show and I'll try now, moreover, I also want to discover myself and I really want to identify myself as Namjoon Moon and not just "Buster Moon's nephew". I run to the office to move all the songs I've written down over the years to my uncle's computer, at least the most suitable ones, and I start writing the script for my show. As soon as I conclude the first draft of the storyline, I realize that it is already evening.

I decide to print the script and, while looking for a stapler, I finally find the Miss Crawly's glass eye, I have to advise her to put more glue on it..

After a week finally the plot of my show is finished and ready to be put on stage. I also adjusted the melodies and lyrics.

Now the main problem ... the actors / singers and dancers .. I think it will not be a piece of cake as my face is little known beyond my neighborhood, also I have never presented myself as a public figure, but it won't be bad to try, right ? Maybe my surname will help me in this case.

'Miss Crawly!! Can you please print some flyers for the show's auditions? I'll send you a draft!'

Miss Crawly's office is literally attached to my uncle's, so between our offices there was just a transparent window. So i asked her to print the flyers with all the info about the auditions, like the time of the event, it will be tomorrow at 9:30 PM.

Hope we will be able to deliver all of them in time...

After printing enough flyers were printed, the Miss Crawly's fan just decide to 'share' them by flying them out of the window...well...so.. the teather itself is trying to help me.

I remember that this happened to uncle Buster too, when he was still in debts .. maybe it will bring me good luck too. I cross my fingers..

I'm going to move here, for this period. I will sleep in uncle's room. Yes, he sleeps in the theatre, did I already tell you that this theater is literally his life? Probably yes. Now that I think about it, I'm starting to bond with it too. I feel that... something beautiful, really beautiful, is about to happen.

Y/n's pov

"I'd still catch a grenade for ya

Throw my hand on a blade for ya

I'd jump in front of a train for ya

You know I'd do anything for ya.."

I love this song. I've always been a big fan of Bruno Mars and this song is one of favorites of all the time. I've always imagined what it was like to feel a love so strong to get to the point of, take a grenade, jump in front of a moving train, put your hands on a sword... in summary, sacrifice yourself for your loved one. I feel a love like that for singing, not for a person, every now and then I take some lessons, but I've never performed on stage, and I don't think I would ever be able to, as much as I wish. I love to hum when I read. Yes, I also love to read, especially psychology books. But tonight was different. Instead of starting one of the novels I bought at the bookstore today, my friends literally dragged me to the disco and... I'll be honest... it was not only the first but also the last time I'll set foot in such places... it's not my cup of tea I've always been a person who doesn't like these kinds of entertainment. For me, leisure is reading, on the comfortable bed in my room, singing outloud when I'm alone, taking walks on the hill behind my house, or... going to the theater!! We have one of the most renowned theaters in the nation in town, the Moon Theater! Actually my passion for singing was born right there! Before that.. I didn't have a real dream and I was desperate because I wanted to find one!

I went to the show that Mr. Buster put on after the fall of his theater and from the very first performance, in which Mrs. Rosita and Gunter danced and sang to Taylor Swift's "Shake it up", to the last performance, in which Meena, I love her voice, sang "don't worry about a thing" by Tori Kelly, Johnny's performance too, where he sang "I'm still standing" by Elton John, i admit i had a big crush on him for a few months.. In summary, my life has changed since then, and I still go there often... that place has something magical about it... it's a land of wonders.. now that I think about it, they staged a show on 'Alice in Wonderland' too! That's one of my favorite shows. I really should go there, these days, who knows what show will be scheduled... I get lost in thoughts, remembering the shows I went to watch in the last period, while I take one of my friends to her house, who is completely drunk, then, a paper sheet stuck to my face. I take it, seeing that it's a flyer for auditions... FOR THE MOON THEATER!!!! Either there is someone spying on me... or finally the wind is blowing in the right direction.. Okay. Maybe tonight didn't was the best of my life..but what if it was fate?

BUT.. THE AUDITION IS TOMORROW I HAVE TO HURRY!!

I hurry to take my friend house and, at the speed of light, I comeback home then I spend all night looking for the right song for tomorrow's audition and.. after evaluating about 1294 songs... yes.. exactly .. I opted for the usual, 'Grenade'. I realize it's 4 in the morning, I panic, and I immediately go to sleep, I have to collect these 5 hours of sleep or at least I'll try. I just hope I don't panic or shy on that...big, huge, stage...help. I noticed that Mr. Moon won't be there, this audition was launched by his nephew, Namjoon, I've seen him in the past, at the theater, a few times, but I've never spoken to him.. I hope he has inherited his uncle's dreamy and positive vibe. In my heart, I feel that something beautiful, really beautiful is about to happen.

Namjoon's pov

I wake up with the sound of uncle Buster's alarm clock, I set it at 6 so I would have 3 hours to organize everything better. With Miss Crawly we check the stage, the lights, the props, clean up the entrance and even uncle Eddie came to help us! I call him uncle, but he's practically uncle Buster's best friend and the nephew of the great Nana Noodleman, who financed the theater when the building completely collapsed. Full of anxiety, I run to the office to double-check the script and when the time comes, I see people approaching the entrance, leaflet in hand. I'm so excited but at the same time.. scared. A few minutes before the entrance opens, I decide to go through a sort of "secret passage": It is located in the part of the ceiling above the stage, uncle Buster always brought me here when I was little, other times I used to come here alone, to have a sort of "VIP seat" and better follow the show. My uncle, every time he has to start the shows, comes here, sits on the fake moon and then he slides down... what an entrance, right? I think I'll adopt it too, maybe it will become the signature of the Moon family hehe. I go down to the grandstand and as soon as 9.30 am I immediately ask Miss Crawly to open the doors. There are almost 200 people .. wow. I didn't expect to attract so much attention, but as I said before, my surname and the name of the theater helped me. However my goal is to create my own name, not to live in the shadow of uncle Buster and the Moon Theater.

I breathe a sigh of relief and welcome the candidates one by one.

'Hello creatures great and small, welcome to Moon Theater, I am Namjoon Moon and I am ready to show you new shades of the magic of this wonderful theater! And I want to do it... with your help!'

I tried to be as convincing as possible. Now let's start the auditions. Some performances were good but... not suitable for my show.. others were perfect: A couple who duet 'Shallow' by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper... wow what chemistry, what chemistry.. she has a sweet and strong voice, just like Lady Gaga's, incredible, he has a very low voice, very sensual...I like it; Another couple, he rapper and dancer accompanied by another girl, only dancer, on the notes of an unreleased song, 'more'...wow... they have a great complicity too. She literally seems to burn for him, I bet the whole theater, that those two aren't "just colleagues" as they said in their presentation, he has a bit hoarse voice, the perfect voice for a rapper, moreover, he manages to change his flow in a second, finally here we can talk about full-blown Rapper. Together, they'll set audiences on fire, I'm sure;

A guy, another rapper, brought his unreleased track called 'Daechwita'...HE RAPS BETTER THAN EMINEM. Wow wow wow I'm getting excited, another rapper with all the skills, who manages to insert a certain sensuality even in a song that has a completely different topic. And finally, three other boys, with different but beautiful voices, who respectively brought, An unpublished track, 'Abyss', this boy's voice is high, but not too much, sweet and ringing, 'Snowman' by Sia, the other's voice is almost feminine, but for me it's not an insult, on the contrary, I admire his voice, it manages to reach such high notes that it's enviable even by the best singer in the world..and 'falling' by Harry Styles, this boy has a particular voice, I don't know how to describe it, but he reminds me so much of Johnny, he's a born singer, you can see it in his face.

In the evening, I marked the names of those six boys and two girls in my diary. I have found some real talented people, however.. I feel that something is still missing.. I don't know..

As I'm about to close the entrance, I see a girl running towards me. "SORRY SORRY SORRY!! I WAS VERY LATE YOU MUST FORGIVE ME! Is there still time for another audition?" I can't tell her no, just because she could be the 'thing' that is missing in my show.

Y/n's pov:

Mr. Namjoon, oh my..calling him mr. seems a bit of an exaggeration since we probably have a few years difference between us, anyway, he was very kind to let me do the audition, just like I thought, at the end, he is Buster Moon's nephew. This morning I didn't hear the alarm and I continued to sleep peacefully until 5 this afternoon.. I'm mortified.. it seems like fate wanted it to go this way. This feeling of being on a real stage is strange.. but at the same time I'm scared.. so scared

'Whenever you want! Y/n! I'll start the base'

I can already hear the start of the song but I feel almost paralyzed..

'I-I..'

I can't even speak.. Namjoon shuts down the music, gets on stage, and approaches me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

'I know someone who started out like you, and now she's on tour and she's the best singer in my uncle's crew, I assume you know Meena, don't you?'

I nod. She is my idol .. and I didn't know that she was scared, like me, at the beginning...

'My uncle encouraged her to sing by saying a line which souynds like his 'motto', "Don't let the fear stop you from doing what you love most."

So now, even if you're a little scared, let it go away and sing, you will feel good.. then.. it's a love song, right? You will definitely have a boyfriend, so think about him, and let your feelings go free, they will sing with you.'

Wow, Namjoon looks so much like his uncle in this aspect. I'll follow his advise. Although..I haven't a boyfriend.. but... I'll let myself go...let's get it!

Before starting to sing I turn my gaze to Namjoon, he has a beautiful smile on his face, which calms me down, he also has dimples, how cute~ I heard the base and.... Here I am, singing, without thinking about it, and, incredibly, during the chorus, the only person that comes to my mind is.... Namjoon.. Him? A boy that i just met few minutes ago? Crazy stuff... but... okay, I'm in the theater where anything is possible, so, it's okay.

" Yes, I would die for ya, baby But will you do the same?"

My head decided to change the lyrics, without my permission. I connect with the real world again and I see Namjoon and his secretary standing, clapping, I hear more applause coming from behind the scenes, where I see a group of people smile at me.

'Well! Smile Y/n Y/s! Even your colleagues were amazed by your voice!'

Colleagues? Does this mean...THEY GOT ME? AM I SERIOUSLY IN??!!!?!?!? I smile, beaming more than ever , also looking at my new colleagues. All thanks to Namjoon. I can't wait to work with him... ah and of course with the others too...

Our leader, as it got late,sent us home, saying that rehearsals would start early the next morning, repeating us to not to be late.. I feel particularly involved, hearing that sentence.. As soon as we left the theater we decide to spend the evening, eating out to get to know each other better. Everyone is so nice. There are ten of us in Nam's crew, including him, who obviously is a rapper, although I haven't had the opportunity to hear him yet: There are Seokjin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin who have the role of singers, and I am among those , along with a certain girl whose nickname is Luv, she seems very nice and knows her stuff, she showed us a part of 'Blank space' by Taylor swift and I love her tone of voice. Furthermore Jungkook and Jimin are also dancers, Taehyung is a good dancer too, but Namjoon decided to give him only the role of singer. Then there's Yoongi, Hoseok and Angie, the other girl, who is, as I understood, Hoseok's girlfriend, or at least, they claim they're just colleagues, but in my opinion they're either hiding something from us, or they're together without even realizing it... Yoongi and Hoseok are rappers and the latter is also a dancer, together with Angie. We make quite a good gang. I haven't had such a nice evening in quite a while. I rushed to sleep, eagerly awaiting the morning. That morning which actually arrived right away. This time I woke up on time and immediately run to the theater where Hoseok, Angie, Taehyung and Luv are already waiting, the others are probably arriving. At 9 Namjoon and Miss Crawly welcome us into the theater and take us to the rehearsal room. There are different rooms to rehearse, one for dance, one for singing, one for rap and many others! I feel like I'm living a real dream! After we settle in, Namjoon makes us gather on stage and announces that first he would let us stage a provisional show and then he would reveal the real show with which we will really debut... such a mysterious boy.. The others are a little perplexed, but something tells me that I have to trust him, I'm sure he has something great in store for us! And he'll have his reasons for keeping it all from us, for now.

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About 2 months have passed since then, we have bonded a lot among us and Namjoon has also proved to be more present than expected, especially with me. We get on quite well together, to tell the truth, I think I'm falling in love with him.. but I feel that, for him, I'm just a person to admire.. it hurts, but that's okay.. maybe time will open Namjoon's eyes. For now, in his heart, there is only room for the show that he dreams to take on stage. The day of the provisional show arrives, obviously not public, but the show will be attended by Miss crawly, Nana Noodleman and her nephew Eddie ... I admire Nana .. but ... that lady scares me a lot ..

From behind the scenes, I see Namjoon, standing on the fake wooden moon, on which Mr. Buster always climbs for opening his shows.

'All creatures great and small...'

Namjoon's pov:

As I recite the opening of the show, I am very nervous. In these months, I haven't been able to say anything about the real show to my crew.. mostly because, I hate to admit it, but I'm scared abou that too . I'm scared of their opinion, that they might disagree.. here's what I didn't inherit from uncle Buster , his leadership.. his ability to keep the attention and the authority, while remaining the cute koala he actually is, remaining professional.. he just convinced Ash to sing 'Call me maybe'!!!

I'm afraid to show my songs to the public.. So, I put this show on the spot, to prove to the others, but mostly to myself, that I can do it. As soon as the presentation is over, the show begins.. I will have to perform last, with Y/n, I admire that girl a lot, she has a wonderful voice, and she is so kind, but when she wants, she can also be tough, I'll be honest . I noticed that we have many things in common, she also likes reading and walking in nature and above all she discovered her dream thanks to the Moon Theater too. I admit I've developed pretty strong feelings for her, but I have to take them apart, we're colleagues, we can't be anything else.

I just admire her.

The show seems to go smooth as butter, I also included some of my unreleased stuff, like 'Jamais vu' that Hoseok, Jungkook and Seokjin will sing, 'Friends' that Jimin and Taehyung will sing, since they told me they've known each other since elementary school , for Yoongi , honestly, I gave him all the freedom he needs, he told me that his dream is to become a composer, so I decided to let him use another unpublished work of his, 'people'; For the girls, I gave them already famous songs. I don't know... there were some songs in which I saw them more, compared to my unreleased ones. For Luv I opted for Katy Perry's 'ET'; for Angie, I decided to make her dance on Shakira's 'Whenever, wherever'; For Y/n, I assigned her 'Rolling in the Deep' by Adele, a sort of remix, in which i added a rap part written by myself. During my performance with Y/n...it was a bit tense but..everything seemed to be going well even if, I'll be honest, there's something wrong..I hope it's just my imagination. After the show, the boys ran, exhausted, behind the scenes. I'm about to reach them when I hear my name being called. I turn around and see Nana asking me to go over her.. I have a weird feeling..

Y/n's Pov:

The show went pretty well. My fear didn't stop me, and that's very reassuring, although, I admit, taht during the duet with Namjoon, I thought about the fact that he probably doesn't prove the same things as mines... which spoiled the mood. I tried to keep everything hidden, but I'm afraid that I failed... who knows what Nana thinks of our chemstry, will she consider it up to Buster Moon's crew's? At one point, as soon as we see Miss Crawly take Nana to her limousine, we catch Namjoon join us behind the scenes, with a look.. a bit gloomy.

'hey Nam!! Is everything okay?'

Taehyung asks.

'What happened?'

asks Yoongi.

'Did Nana say something bad?'

Jungkook asks

'Did Miss Crawly lost her eye again?'

Angie's usual way to resolve the situation..

' guys, let him explain. Boss, what's going on?'

Luv silences everyone, giving Namjoon space to speak.

'Guys, I don't know if we can perform the show..'

Namjoon lowers his head.. I don't understand..

'WHAT?!'

I shut my mouth, realizing I've screamed.

'yeah.. Nana called me aside because she wanted to see the real show I had in mind. I showed her the storyline and everything and she said that the audience probably won't like it.. and I'm not cut out for this role.. I'm sorry guys.. I know I shouldn't listen to her.. She could definitely be wrong, but..'

Namjoon can't finish the sentence, his voice shaking.. how I feel bad for him.. he can't give up.. not at the first difficulty. I see Nam rushing upstairs to his office, leaving us all speechless and confused.

'Y/N, you should go..'

I hear Seokjin's voice telling me to go to Namjoon.

'Me?'

I answer even more confused.

'It's evident that Namjoon gets along better with you, maybe you will be able to understand what happened and to convince him to don't give up'

So...to the others' eyes Namjoon and i have a sort of connection... I hate seeing him like this, during the rehearsals he was full of positivity but at the same time quiter than his uncle. He has a dream and he can't let it go like this. All right. I'll go talk to him. I nod to the others and run upstairs.

Namjoon's pov;

Nana's words occupy my head.

Flashback

'I'm sorry Namjoon, but I think you're not cut out for that.. Theater is more, romantic, more, magical, it's not hip hop, or whatever.. I appreciate this little show you put on here, but you won't go far if you continue like this, I don't think this is what your uncle taught you.. Then you see that there is a sort of tension among you and your crew, you should have faith in them, so that they will have it in you. .'

End Flashback

Those words reverberate in my head like a drum... I ran away from the guys too, they'll think I'm a loser, that they trusted the wrong person and indeed, now they're all probably already at home.. Nana said it, they don't trust me..

'Namjoon'

A familiar voice takes me out of this hurricane of thoughts.

'Y/n.. I thought you were back home..'

'I would never move from here, even if the building were collapsing again, like in the past..'

Y/n sits next to me.

'Tell me what happened and what Nana exactly told you'

Y/n always manages to calm me down, with her slightly low but sweet voice, for a few seconds, my thoughts disappear. So I decide to tell her everything...

'But Nam!! You don't have to listen to her! Do you realize that you could bring about a revolution in the theater?? A bit like Goldoni did it with the Venetian theater!!!!'

'Y/n! Do you understand that... I.. I'M SCARED'

I almost yell at her without realizing it, I can feel something wet coming down my cheeks.. Am I crying? Really? Is Namjoon Moon seriously crying? Y/n puts a hand on my head, bringing it to her shoulder.

'It's normal to be afraid, boss. But, as you told me that time, when I looked like a lost, scared animal, on that stage below, "don't let fear stop you from doing what you love most". If the show goes badly.. Never mind. We will try again! But think if it will go well, if you are successful, your dream will come true and... I will be happy to be part of it. And then.. there's a crazy chemistry among all of us, you've always been there, with Miss Crawly, together with us, supporting us like never before in these two months.. Do you remember when I didn't want to try that high note in Ariana Grande's 'Problem'? I was just trying it with you and we stayed until the next morning trying it. Or when Seokjin and Taehyung had a fight over that cup of ramen?...you rolled up your sleeves and made them reconcile, or when Hoseok thought he couldn't make that pas de deux with Angie because they'd never tried to dance on a slow song like 'in the name of love'? When, with a lot of patience, you taught Jungkook to play the piano, just because you wanted so much to make him sing 'I'm still standing'? You tested all of us. And we trusted you blindly.

You understand it? We are here with you. And then there's one thing you have to give up..being liked by everyone. Remember that nothing and no one has ever succeeded in pleasing everyone. You may prefer some musical genres to others and you preferred the nine of us to other artists, during the audition, who will have been as good as me or Luv or Seokjin or Yoongi or others in the crew. It's Okay, Namjoon. We are doing something we love. Let's not care about the opinion of others, we are talking about dreams, something that goes far beyond a simple opinion of others. Look around.. This theater, this wonderland has always helped us. Even Mr. Buster, your uncle, has always been close to us, still during the tour. And then.. there's a phrase that Mr. Buster has always repeated loudly.. "When you hit rock bottom, do you know what the most beautiful thing is? It's that the only direction you can go is... up"..so Namjoon Moon, you are not like your uncle, and trust me, you are perfect just the way you are, and you are a fantastic leader, even if you don't notice it..my lead-em..our leader'

Y/n is right, she is right in everything she said.. We are talking about dreams, not opinions.. I tested all the crew and they passed it.. now that I am put under the test.. I have almost failed. Yes... almost.. because now.. we're going up. Up to the moon. I have my crew, I have Y/n and there is also my uncle and the others supporting me...

I have decided. I have to put this show on stage and it's going to be AMAZING. I look at Y/n and smile at her. God how grateful I am to her.. what if I hadn't allowed her to audition?... where would I end up now? I don't know, nor do I want to know, from now on, one only looks straight ahead. I hug her tightly. She doesn't hesitate to hug me back and, I feel like she's sobbing... she's crying too.. I feel a strange feeling in my heart.. but for now I can't give it weight. I smile at her and only after being reciprocated, I take her hand, that delicate little hand, and we immediately run downstairs. As I go down the stairs I see all the boys surprised, but I can feel a certain happiness in their eyes. Their gazes are spreading.. relief? I don't know, but this makes me relieved too. They are my first real best friends, almost my second family, even though we know each other from few months, I feel there was a reason why I chose them that day. In front of me, in front of us, I can already see a future brighter than the sun. There will be obstacles.. but hey, where's the fun otherwise?

'Well guys, sorry for what happened earlier. I'm ready to tell you everything and above all, today.. I'll tell you know about the show that will take us to the top.'

All my crew smiles at me, Nana has already made a mistake about this, there is something magical among us. After making the guys sit in the stands, I go on stage, starting to tell a sort of presentation on which I have been working on for the past 2 months:

The show will be called "The most beautiful moment in life" And it will talk about the story of a group of friends, a boyband, which will be us 7, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook and me, Namjoon. They will debut with a song "No more dream" and, after several songs, they will reach a point in their career, where, they will lose themselves and decide to think about their solo works, to find what they had lost, they will release a song as a " ""goodbye""": 'Yet to come'. During their solo projects, three of them will find their twin flame, Hoseok will find a fan, Angie, from another nation, younger than him, but a sort of harmony will born between them that will set everything on fire ...thanks to Angie, Tae will come introduced to Luv, a friend, who will become Tae's twin flame, even if Tae is initially uncertain about his feelings.

And then, there is Namjoon, who finds.. Y/n... with her, he will be able to find his way.. The group will come back fully united and, in the end, there will be the grand finale, where they will all sing together 'For youth', as a love song for their fans, because after all Hoseok and Tae have found love among them, stating that, they will continue to sing for a long, long time to come.'

Before speaking again, I catch my breath, addressing my friends, my crew.. I explained everything... putting my soul into it, as if the show had come to life in my head while I was telling it.. I admit I didn't explain all like this to nana.. i'm very tense.. this is literally the show i've been working on for all my life, this is the business card of the most important dream of my life.. i'm afraid of what they might think, what the public will think, what uncle Buster will think.. I'm afraid to express my weak point, but fear won't stop me. I'll make my dream come true...or die trying.

'so.. What do you guys think?'

I say, in a surprisingly confident voice. After a few seconds, I hear a clap. I look closely at the origin of the sound and I see her, Y/N.. I can see her hands becoming red from clapping so much and observing her closely.. she has tears in her eyes...

Y/n's pov:

I can't help but applause, Namjoon only showed us an outline of the show.. yet here I am, with red hands, still clapping and with tears in my eyes.. I think I understood what "reduced" me like this: The feeling with which Namjoon laid out these four lines of plot. His eyes sparkled, as if he were showing his greatest treasure. He brought it all out... and I feel so lucky to be one of the first people he did that to.

'READY TO SOLD OUT AROUND THE GLOBE MR JOON?'

I scream without even thinking about it, and soon after, I see Namjoon with tears in his eyes, for the second time today, but those are different tears, he is happy. I turn to the others and they are moved too, intent on applauding and rooting for our leader. I can't wait to start rehearsals for this masterpiece...and to be honest, I'm really happy to be Namjoon's twin flame, at least in this show, the most important project of his life? WHY DID HE CHOOSE ME? Aish.. I don't know, but... I love him, I love him to death. Now I'm starting to really understand what Bruno wanted to say through "Greande".

Timelapse

Another 4 months have passed since then. We've been working hard every single day, and the debut of 'The most beautiful moment in life' is in two days. There's a lot of anxiety in the air, you can almost touch it, but at the same time, we're all excited. The general rehearsal started yesterday. In the end we decided to insert a choreography for all the songs of the "bangtan boys", the name of the boyband, so Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi went started dance lessons, the choreographer of the Mr. Moon's crew also helped us, Nooshy, although she could help just a little, since she is on tour with his crew, but with several video calls we managed to compensate. Then we have some ACEs here, Angie and Hoseok, who, personally... are scary when they have to play dance teachers.. Luv and I are saved, we will also have some steps in our duets, but nothing too difficult. Speaking of Mr. Buster, as soon as we told him the date of the premiere, he immediately moved the date of his show to that evening, in order to be free to see his nephew's debut. I'm so euphoric I can't stand still aaah. Ah and about the relationship between me and Namjoon? Well... nothing new, we just seem like best friends, and I don't have the slightest intention of confess my feelings.. just being with him is enough for me, so I've kept my feelings a little apart, at least for now.

'Anxious?'

Angie interrupts my thoughts.

'Well.. you don't?'

I add, laughing.

'Okay okay you're right Y/n. And.. tell me... there are rumors that you will confess to Namjoon during your duet, I hope they are true!! Now Miss Crawly too ships you two!!'

Angie comes up to me giving me a little nudge and a mischievous smile.. BUT WHO HAS SPILLED THIS RUMOR?

'Are you kidding?????? But I would never think of confess to him in that situation!! Whoever put up this voice got screwed up.'

I reply, but I already know I'm blushing, Angie's giggle is proving me that.

'Mh okay... but what if it will be Namjoon who will confess his feelings for you, instead? What would you do then?' ...actually I had never analyzed this option.. But... naaah

'Don't worry too much, it won't happen, Namjoon only feels admiration for me, at least that's how he made me understand..'

I say with a slightly despondent voice, lowering my head .

'And let me understand.. do you think two lovers can't feel admiration for each other? In my opinion, loving someone also means being a fan of your loved one, I could be wrong.. but my instinct tells me that I'm more right than you think hehe'

Angie winks at me, then goes back to practice.. she's not entirely wrong .. maybe it's my greatest wish, to be Namjoon's lover.. who knows...

'Y/n!!! We have to try 'Love'!! Run!!!'

You speak of the devil... here he is calling me haha I better go..

' I'm Coming.. Nam!!!!'

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Namjoon's pov:

It's the day of the show and to my immense surprise.. we did a sold out... There is not a single empty seat out there.. And there are also journalists, critics.. All here for my show...

'So.. guys! Come here'

We'll all get in a circle.

'It's the big day... let's go out there... and show them who we are.'

'YES!'

They all answer in chorus.. my gaze obviously goes to Y/n, you can see she's as anxious as I am, but I know what she's thinking: "Let's do it", so let's really do it. Through the usual path, I hold on to the fake moon and signal to uncle Eddie to start the special effects.. Let the show begin..

'Creatures great and small!!!! It is a pleasure tonight, having you here with us, Today.. you will be witnesses, of a revolution. Today... I'm going to tell you a story... which... starts like this...'

Author's pov:

With the lights off, 'The most beautiful moment" in life begins: 7 guys, who have already reached their twenty years old, who still can be considered teenagers. All brought together by their passion for music, but there is also something else that unites them, the question ... "What is my dream?" What's your dream?...'

You can already hear the voices of the journalists, the audience taken by that hip hop rhythm, by the coordinated steps, by the voices of those seven guys.. that no one would have ever imagined seeing climbing the highest peaks of the world. And if you don't believe me.. keep watching, how mankind itself has evolved over the centuries, how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly... these guys have changed, passing from the hip hop of 'No more dream', 'We are bulletproof', 'N.O', 'Boy in luv', 'Danger'; To the sweetest and most melancholic notes of 'I need u' and 'Run'; To the energy of 'Fire' and 'not today'; To the sensuality of 'Blood, sweat and tears ';

To the fairy love of 'DNA' and the strength of 'Mic Drop', the unhappy love of 'Fake love', the redemption of 'Idol'; To the genuine love of 'Boy with luv'; To the poetics of 'On' and 'Black swan'; To the sweetness of 'Life goes on'; Up to the freshness of the singles 'Dynamite', 'Butter' and 'Permission to Dance'; And then? And then... here they are... When you are in a group.. sometimes you can lose yourself.. so. The seven stars have decided to put an end to the first chapter of their career with 'Yet to come'..

'You and I, the best moment is yet to come..'

And start a second one.. From which...they will come out many surprises. The dancer, the bearer of hope, met a fan of his, spoke a different language than his, or so it seemed, and had two hopeful green eyes.. he didn't necessarily need her, yet his eyes saw her not as a fan , but something more.. She had kindled a flame in him.. it was up to him whether to put it out or feed it...

'Equality is you and me..'

If the flame of love burned on one side, the one of doubt was next to it, a singer, with a voice so low, almost chilling, who fortunately, or unfortunately, found himself together with his dancer friend, when the fateful encounter took place, the green-eyed girl had a friend with her, with sea-colored eyes, in which the singer was almost shipwrecked .. It almost seemed like a dream .. but the boy with the frozen voice could not give in, perhaps out of fear, out of cowardice, out of disbelief, he wanted to let her go but ...

'Never mind, I' I'll find Someone like you..'

No one would ever be like her.. so the boy relented. And he did not regret it. Three boys find their Beatrice.

Well, I'm about to tell you about the Third, perhaps the one who least expected a gift like this from life. The rapper, the leader, walking down that country road, starts humming an almost improvised song, but his singing gets a response. Another girl there, humming with him, for him. in love they could try each other.. But... there was something.. he still didn't know, that love that was blossoming in him, for that girl, who sang with him..

'Is this love, yeah Is this love, yeah Sometimes I know, yeah Sometimes I don't, yeah'

Namjoon's pov:

Wait... I have Y/n right here in front of me... I wrote this script before I even knew her.. I .. I've done everything without thinking about it until now... now that my mind is free.. now that all this is about to end.. I have her in front of me, this woman, the woman who has never stopped supporting me , to stand by me.. the woman who.. without realizing it... I seriously loved and that I'm loving even more, now that I'm aware of it. Fuck the royalties, admiration and all... I love her..

Y/n's pov:

I hear the music finish... I sang with Namjoon for the umpteenth time, yet today was different- I feel.. something soft on my... lips... wait... N-Namjoon? Is Namjoon kissing me? Yes... he's doing it.. and I'm kissing him back?... My body no longer responds to my mind.. I feel like I'm lost in a limbo, as if time has stopped... it's such a beautiful feeling...Did he do it for the scene? We've never talked about kissing...was it out of enthusiasm? Possible... but... I feel something special, as if with these kisses he is trying to tell me something.. When the curtain is about to cover us, I can clearly see an "I love you", mimicked from Namjoon... I smile at him miming "me too". We don't have enough time to talk.. We have to sing 'For Youth'... Throughout the song we kept exchanging glances and smiling at each other... I don't know what happened to him.. but I'm glad he opened his eyes. I am happy that this wish of mine has been fulfilled. But...wait! Did that crackhead Angie know something? Who knows... she's Cupid's descendant there... apparently. After the show, I thought too much on me and Namjoon, when I realize that, in front of my eyes, in our... eyes, there is the loudest audience: Who applauds, who cries, who laughs, who smiles, who screams... And... there's also Mr. Buster and his crew in the audience.. Nana, all the critics, my family... They're all there.. To frame this magical moment.

My gaze can only go towards the others, all moved, and on Namjoon, my Namjoon, on his knees, moved more than all.

Namjoon's pov:

There was my uncle there in front of me, my idol, the others, the delirious audience, Nana winking at me, that sheep, she had done it on purpose to tell me those things..

' YOU WERE GREAT MY NEPHEW!!'

uncle's screams could only increase that idyllic feeling I was already feeling, my gaze then falls on Y/n, who already was looking at me, smiling, that wonderful smile... We stood there applauding for more than 10 minutes to then go backstage and of course the first thing I did was hug my sweet Y/n.

'You did it'

She says smiling even more. I dry her tears.

'We did it together, all of us'

I add, before giving her a kiss.

'GROUP HUG'

I hear Jungkook's screams and then everyone else all over me and Y/n. Miss Crawly was there too!!! And then... I see my uncle coming towards me, smiling like never before.

'I'm so proud of you, Namjoon'

I smile at him..

'It's all thanks to you, uncle, and...to my crew'

I hug Uncle Buster, a little harder than other times. Then I see some dudes coming towards me.

'These gentlemens want to offer you a contract... my dear nephew, apparently this is just the beginning.. this show will remain on everyone's lips for a loooong time'

I turn abruptly towards the others, we all look at each other with wide eyes..

'So what? Are we going to climb this peak?'

'OBVIOUS'

they yell in chorus, my guys. Y/n runs again to hug me..

Alright, I was right.. something beautiful, really beautiful.... it really happened.. But.. The most beautiful moment.. is yet to come.

Author's Note

so... i decided to translate from italian to english all the one shots i wrote and the ones i'll write in future! Hope that this one helped you to have faith on your dreams and to never give up!

#one shots bts #bts au #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #bts au fanfic #Spotify #bts rm imagine #bts rm x you #bts x reader #bts fantasy au #namjoon x reader

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bunbury-shitposts · 10 months

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Navigating the territory of the art world is a motivational experience. Art exhibitions throughout history have been the pictorial panacea for one’s emotive convalescence. However, the design of these exhibitions seems to contradict its aim, i.e., to welcome all into its space. It is commonly perceived as an intimidating and daunting hemisphere of intellectual entertainment. The elitist display structure that has become the norm of the high art space removes itself from financially unviable and thus the ignorable milieu.

Local Art is Far, and High Art is Near

Although famous paintings are digitally accessible to all, local art is not. Displaying the works of renowned local artists in the ivory tower of the fine arts scene curbs their outreach and mitigates their history, confining it to a small crowd of only art critics, writers, or artists. While everyday art talk must include a Dali or a Van Gogh, lesser-known artists or even local centennial arts find no place in those chats. In a metropolis teeming with people from all communities of society, the consumption of paintings is considered a luxury. On any day of the week, a group of resident art enthusiasts gathers around the University campus or at a vintage coffeehouse exchanging thoughts on art chaperoned by caffeine and smoke rather than visiting their local galleries. The news of the auction of a ‘Salvatore Mundi‘ reaches a small community of art aficionados, whereas the struggles of women artists expressed in their paintings in vegetable colors, displayed at a gallery a few minutes from their homes, remains obscure.

Read my take on high art culture, nfts, and gen z's reaction published here ✨ https://thedailylifemagazine.com/nfts-influencing-gen-zs-idea-of-art/

I need to mention that this observation piece was heavily inspired by Kim Namjoon's instagram page rkive. He inspired me to visit my local art galleries and write about it.

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onewmin · 11 months

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better man | knj (18+)

part 2 of “shreds”.

Pairing: idol!Kim Namjoon x idol!female!reader

Summary: Two years have passed after your breakup with Namjoon.

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up buddies), a bit of dirty talk, praises, cheating, mentions of pregnancy and abortion, profanity, typos, unhealthy relationship, possessive bf Namjoon

Author’s note: hope you enjoy the part 2! I haven’t planned on writing it, but here we are :) tell me what you think!!

Tags: @namjooningera @namtaeh

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

P.S. The pictures are taken from Pinterest, so if you know their owners, please let me know!

Wedding planning was not a piece of cake.

Sure, you’ve had multiple assistants and your friends helping you out — however, it was still a really hard thing to do. To fit everything into your schedule was nearly impossible, but you tried, moving rehearsals to early mornings, studio sessions to late nights and taking the whole afternoon for the wedding stuff. Just as your wedding was around the corner — three months before it — you landed in Seoul after the tour. And since then, it has been nothing but a crazy roller coaster.

Your company has decided you have to be prepared for your next comeback in advance; as your boss said, you would be too relaxed to get back to your regular rhythm after the honeymoon. Not that you disagreed.

Your fiancé wasn’t that happy about your new rushy routine: he couldn’t but get infuriated every time he had to pick you up in a state of literal exhaustion; you had to beg him not to quarrel with your bosses, reassuring him that’s what you wanted yourself too. Whenever you spoke of it, he agreed.

You couldn’t ever admit even to yourself you were the type of girl to enjoy wedding planning. You’d look arrogantly when your girlfriends gushed over wedding dresses and party planning, trying to seem untouchable, “not-like-other-girls” type of girlie. But you were. The second Namjoon hinted at the wedding, in your head you were already at the altar, bouquet of light pink roses in your hands, the veil covering your face.

But Kim Namjoon never came to the altar. He was a runaway groom, who was standing at the church doors, but never took a step forward. Throughout eight years of being with him, your dress’ white color turned into yellow, the roses withered and the veil got covered in a thick layer of dust. You turned into a Corpse Bride while being alive and breathing, with your own evil boyfriend who, in reality, never wanted to marry you.

The sheer amount of freedom you felt the second you let him go was mind blowing. It was overwhelming, how you could dress up in those tight, revealing outfits without his judgement or lingering jealousy. You were his girl, but only behind closed doors. However, even being kept as a secret, you had to be cautious with what you wore, who you talked with. For god’s sake, if someone flirted with you, and you laughed it off? Namjoon would be clenching his jaw in the back of the room, all pent up frustration later turned into aggressive make out session. He’d grab handfuls of your ass, squeeze your hips, bite your lips till they were a light shade of purple. “You’re mine”, he’d growl into your skin, leaving love marks all over your neck, “and mine only”.

You loved being his, even as an illicit affair. When the two of you met, never in a million years you’d think this relationship could last that long. You were nineteen, freshly debuted as a soloist, slowly building up your career and fanbase. He was twenty, a well-known star already, but not worldwide popular. Having been a promising songwriter, you were assigned to work with his group by your company. It would bring a great benefit to all of us, they said. Oh yeah, it did.

You two seemed to hit it off in an instant; you’d stay there, long hours spent in the studio, writing and sharing your lyrics with one another. He’d write about his ex-girlfriend, you’d write about your previous relationship with the high-school ex. No wonder, several months later you ended up staring at him in awe, as he held out a bouquet of pink roses, his face matching the shade of the flowers.

“Go on date with me”, he uttered, voice a bit shaky. “And go out with me”.

You agreed to both simultaneously, taking the bouquet from his hands, the smell of your favourite flowers, associating with him, forever etched on your memory.

Your date turned out to be the quietest you’d been on. You had a picnic in the park, with people surrounding you — sure, not every freaking person knew him back then. You shared fruits and berries, as he read his favorite poems to you, while you were sitting beside him. And as the end of the day approached, apricot colored sunset drawing everyone’s attention to it, Namjoon took your hand in his. You remember looking at him as he watched the sunset, your interwoven hands on his lap, a big delighted smile on his face. You returned it, even though he wasn’t looking at you, and put your head on his shoulder, immediately melting to his warmth. That was the moment you fell in love with him. And that was the moment, one of many, you kept reminding yourself of whenever any doubts about him would creep up in your brain.

The boy you fell in love with turned into a man. The man had this intimidating aura to him, so mysterious yet so fluffy at the same time. He was still that boy who held your hand under the table and blushed every time you pecked him on the cheek. But the man Namjoon grew up to be was more demanding, his hand creeping up your thigh under the table now, fingers playing with the hem of your panties. You hated when he did that, but he never listened to your complaints.

The man also turned all the promises the boy gave you into empty ones. He gave you the ring three years in the relationship — a simple one that you saw in one cheap jewelry shop, with light purple flowers engraved on it — and promised he’d give you a real one when the time comes. You believed the boy, but the man was the person you couldn’t put your trust in. You didn’t need the ring, nor the promises; the only thing you wanted was openness. You were tired of hiding, tired of women flirting with him and him flirting back — well, it’s not like the two of you were official — tired of lying to everyone. The only thing you craved was him claiming your relationship, being proud of it.

As the two years passed, you realized there was never even a hint of pride in him. Namjoon was comfortable in the relationship with you, as you were ready to put everything at stake just for him, but he, himself? His career was a superiority to everything, always. How foolish of you was to even think that he would put you in the top list of his priorities?

So you broke it off, the relationship, the engagement, the promise you’d give to each other years ago. “To grow up, and to grow old together”, sounded like a wedding vow — there was yet another lie you fed yourself with every time he’d reject going public with you. Or, “Happiness is in privacy”, you mom would say. Wrong. Happiness is in not being scared to show your partner off. Happiness is in being proud of your relationship. That’s what you understood when your new boyfriend appeared at the horizon, putting your loneliness to an end.

It’s been almost two years and a half after you breakup with Namjoon now. He enlisted in the military not long after, texting you to ask, “Will you wait for me?”. You answered negatively, blocking his number and all of his accounts, too. The audacity this man has, you thought while crying your eyes out, asking if I’d wait for him? Seriously?

You read the news about him obsessively, though. The first few months after the breakup you unblocked him several times, waiting, hoping he’d text you. If he had done that, you’d have been crawling on your knees back to him, back to the mess your relationship turned into. But he never did.

Drowning in the mere presence of him, created by the news articles, fanfiction you’d read, edits you’d watched — anything to build up an image of him being beside you. However, the more you drowned, the more disgusted you’d become. Seeing his face on the screen didn’t bring you the necessary joy anymore — you were exhausted of his dimples, his voice, the mere image of him. Several months passed before you caught yourself not thinking of him anymore. It’d hurt a little bit if someone spoke of him or if you saw his face — but only because your heart was aching for you. You didn’t think about Namjoon anymore, and that’s when you were ready to move on.

You met Park Dae-Hyun at a party, the one your company made you come to. As a brand ambassador, you had to attend; the next morning you’d read how every tabloid tossed your photos around, saying how skinny you looked, speculating that it was the breakup affecting you that way. Everybody knew you were back on the single market, and everybody wanted to find out who your ex was. As if.

Dae-Hyun is 10 years older than you, with an established business and a divorce left behind. He has no kids, no scandals, no skeletons hidden in his closet. He’s stable, restricted, serious. He’s a grown man who’s been on the same page with you since day one.

You went out as a couple to another brand event two months in your relationship. Pictures were taken, tabloids were eating the shit up, savoring every little detail of your body language around each other. And when his hands were roaming around your waist in the back of the car, heavy kisses trailed alongside your neck, you, as moved on and conscientious you were, imagined Namjoon’s hands on your waist and his lips on your skin.

When Dae-Hyun proposed, it was straight out of your teenage dreams — on top of the highest building in Seoul, a table in the center of the rooftop with champagne and red roses. You wished they were pink though, but you never told Dae-Hyun that light pink ones were your favourite. He proposed a year into relationship, willing to give you the life you’ve always wanted. You knew he was telling the truth.

Park Dae-Hyun was a better man: he always found the time for you, no matter how much work he had; always brought you flowers whenever you felt down, returned from tour or had a successful comeback. When you fist started dating, you were in the middle of searching for a new apartment, and he helped, using all of his ties and connections in the estate business to land the best option for you. You didn’t ask for it, but he did it anyways. With Dae-Hyun, you’ve learnt how to ask for help, gradually and slowly.

So you agreed to be his wife, to be the better woman with the better man. You put Kim Namjoon to the darkest and dustiest shelf in the story of your life, letting the memory of him rot in the back of your head. You were happier now; you didn’t feel lonely whenever Dae-Hyun would leave. Now, you felt like a whole person, even when your partner wasn’t around. This is the epitome of a healthy relationship, isn’t it?

Yeah, it is. And all of it would’ve been just perfect if only Kim Namjoon didn’t come back from his military service two months ago.

Everyone was talking about it, every news source filled in with his photos and short comments about the comeback he’s already planning. And of course, of-fucking-course, he had to attend the same party as you. As if he’d known you’d be there.

Simple greetings and bows exchanged by the two of you, and you walked away, planning to leave as soon as possible. As you managed to escape seeing him again, Namjoon didn’t miss the chance to show up at your door in the middle of the night.

“Get out”

“I’m only here to talk”.

“There’s nothing to talk about. I’ve said everything to you already”.

“But I haven’t!” He retorted. “You didn’t even let me speak!”

“I know everything”, you took several steps towards him, “everything you’re going to say. It’s always these false promises and empty words that you speak of”.

You stood in front of him, eyes piercing through his. Namjoon let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What happened to us, baby?”

You winced at the pet name, goosebumps appearing all over your body the moment he mumbled it. You have forgotten how much the sound of his voice only made blood rush to the sensitive bundle of nerves down your body.

“You”. The answer was sharp. “You happened. You ruined me. And us”. He looked at you, gaze fixated on your trembling lips. “‘Cause you forgot when you promised… that we’d always be together. ‘To grow up, and grow old together’, do you remember?” You let out a breathy chuckle, tears already collecting on your eyelashes. “Because I do. I remember, uh… I remember when I thought you meant it. ‘Cause I did”.

The last sentence came out as a whisper as you almost collapsed there; Namjoon was quick to catch you and hold you in his arms, while you let out muffled cries. He wrapped his arms around you even tighter when you body started shaking because of all of the sobbing. You heard his breath hitch, chest heavy as he let you cry out in his arms for as long as you could.

And when you calmed down, you raised your head to find him looking at you, cheeks wet from tears. You gently wiped them away, subconsciously smiling — just because you felt cozy in his arms again. And as he cupped your cheek and returned a smile, you couldn’t hold back any longer.

I’m a swift moment your back was pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. The kiss was sloppy, saliva dripping from both of your mouths as your tongues battled for dominance. You were both grinding on each other, moaning every time his growing bulge would touch your closeted clit.

As your clothes were left somewhere in the living room, you were on the bed, fingers tangled in his hair. Namjoon was between your legs again, biting your thighs gently.

“Joon-“

“Don’t say a word”, he growled, ripping your panties off your body, “you didn’t let me finish this last time. Take it as a good girl now”.

You’d forgotten his dominant persona; when he was this demanding during sex, you loved turning into the obedient mess he was making out of you.

Slow circles drawn by his tongue on your clit, torturous pleasure making you arch your back. His hands were massaging your hips, as he lapped at your folds, collecting your arousal on his tongue. Parting your lips, he tongue-fucked you, moving rapidly from licking your folds to sucking on your clit. One of your hands tugged on his hair, burying yourself in the soft curls, while the other was pressed to your mouth in order not to let a single sound escape. All of your neighbors knew who your fiancé was; and tonight, he wasn’t in town.

Heat pooling in the lower back, you felt your cheeks burning. The familiar ache between your thighs signaled at you chasing a climax, and the sloppy sounds Namjoon was making brought you even closer to the edge. As you slightly raised your head to look at him, you found him watching you the entire time while making broad strokes with his tongue, eating you out as if you’d been his last dessert.

“You wanna come, baby?”, he asked, slipping two fingers inside, slowly spreading your pussy open, ready for him. “Where d’you wanna come?”

You panted. “On y-your..”

Namjoon moved from in between your legs and you gasped at a loss of contact; he positioned himself at your entrance, his even more bulky body hovering over you now.

“On my mouth?” He asked again, a playful smile on his lips. You noticed saliva dripping down his chin and leaned forward to lick it, savoring your own taste on the tongue. Namjoon moaned and grabbed the back of your head to pull you in another sloppy kiss.

“On your dick”, an open-mouthed kiss left on his jaw, “I wanna come on your dick”.

A smug smile on his face. “Your wish is my command, baby”.

He pushed in inch by inch, making your breath hitch in your throat. In a mere moment you were stuffed with him again, and it felt-

“So, so good”, you whined, hand grabbing the back of his neck, “Joon, uh, shit!”

“I haven’t even moved yet”, he whispered against your lips, “and you’re already begging? Pretty girl”, he tucked strained hair behind your ear, “all mine”.

And his hips snapped. In a merciless rhythm, he thrusted in an out of your entrance, hitting that sweet spot with every frenzied pound of his. He sucked on your lips, teeth grazing, as his thumb was pressed onto your clit, circling around.

“Aw”, he cooed, hand grabbing your breast, “your legs are trembling. Does it feel that good?”

“Yeah”, you breathed out, pressing your tits to his chest, grabbing his back to pull him even closer if it were possible. You were kissing each other, lips nibbling, hot breaths on skin.

“O-oh shit”, he huffed, the sound of smacking flesh being music to his ears. He licked the skin on your collarbones, as your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks all over them. “You’re all mine, baby”, his breathy moans filled in the room, “mine, and mine only”.

You let out a chuckle. “Ah-I.. I’m not.. y-yours…”.

He growled into your ear, hands grabbing your hips roughly to lift them up a little, fingers leaving marks.

He slammed into you frantically. “You” Another slam. “Are”. Slam. “Mine”. Slam.

You bit on his shoulder to hold back your moans. “D’you understand this, baby?” He kept on drawing circles on your swollen clit. “You’re my girl”.

Having heard his last words, you felt your walls fluttering around his cock, and your eyes rolled back as you only saw the dark while Namjoon fucked you through your high. Sweet nothings whispered into your ear, with the one last powerful thrust he emptied himself inside of you, painting you as his once again. You both were shivering but holding each other tightly as Namjoon left a languid kiss on your lips.

He fucked you in the shower several minutes later; made you come on his fingers when you were trying to get dressed; you sucked him off as he sat on the couch. The couch you fiancé bought you.

After that you swore to never see Namjoon again. You tried to forget that you cheated on your future husband with your ex-boyfriend, but not even a week later you found yourself on your knees in the studio.

“Fu-uck, baby”, Namjoon croaked, as you swirled your tongue over the tip of his cock, “you’re being such a good girl to me. Sucking me off so, so perfectly”. He brushed the hair out of your face, maintaining an eye contact. “Only you, my girl, shit, only you”.

After that? You broke it off again. You were torn between the perfect, healthy relationship you’ve had with Dae-Hyun and that unhealthy, hot mess you and Namjoon shared. You wouldn’t continue this affair, you’d break up with him again and move on to your wedding preparations.

But you just had to come back and taste him one more time. You had to make excuses, to cover it up with rehearsals and late night studio sessions, with dance practices leaving you sweaty and out-of-breath. Joon would fuck you in the practice room, making you watch yourself in the mirror, and then you’d get seated in Dae-Hyun’s car, while he drove you home.

You were the most horrible person on the entire planet. Although, you swore to yourself it’ll all end when you get married; after the official ceremony, you’ll be committed to Dae-Hyun only. The time passed, you’d get dicked down by your ex at any possible moment and then you’d come back to your fiancé to have him gently make love to you. Such stupid double-life moment will always result in disaster.

And so it does now. You’re standing next to the sink, a pregnancy test in your hands. His arms suddenly wrap around your waist, head on your shoulder.

“Is it mine?” Namjoon whispers, kissing your neck slowly, knowing exactly whose baby you were pregnant with.

“Yeah”, you breathe out. Dae-Hyun would always use protection, as the two of you planned to have kids after the marriage. Now, you guessed, the whole plan went south.

“Good”, Joon responds, his grip on you tightening. “Means we’ll get married now”.

What a shit show. All of the thoughts were mixed into a mess in your head, not knowing whether to get an abortion, break up with Joon and go back to Dae-Hyun like nothing happened, or to start a messy little family with your ex-boyfriend. What have I done?

As you have stated many times, Dae-Hyun was a better man. Namjoon, on the other hand, was toxic and possessive, needy to keep you around for him and him only. And, as much as you wanted to become a better woman alongside Dae-Hyun, you were destined to be a beautiful disaster beside Kim Namjoon.

#kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you #kim namjoon x y/n #kim namjoon imagine #kim namjoon smut #bts imagines #bts rm x reader #bts rm imagine #bts rm smut #bts rm

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sweetlyskz · 7 months

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Emerald Gem|| Chapter 1

Paring: OT7! x Fem!Reader

Overview: Living away from society has its perks. All natural food from your thoroughly cultivated farm, no nosy neighbors, and peace and security with your animals. But sometimes you did get lonely, having no one to talk to but the cows and pigs. However, when 7 extremely wanted hybrids stumble upon your deserted farm, everything changes.

Genre: Hybrid Au, Strangers to lovers, slow burn

unedited*

At dawn, the roosters began to crow. They were your personal alarm clock. By the afternoon, you would have the Vegetables plowed and all the pigs fed. Emerald garden, full of color, would be watered. After all the chores were done, you could spend time on your hobbies. Painting, writing, cooking.

You truly kept yourself busy. But it became boring at times, lonely.

Emerald manor, your beloved home, was built for a family. With a large living room, a generous dining room, and too many bedrooms, it could be overwhelming for you. You liked to think about how you could fill this space, getting married, having a family. But you quickly realized that those things don’t come easy. Tired of the loneliness, you thought about adopting a pet. Maybe a dog to help with the farm?

And one day while you're cleaning the chicken coop you spot a fox about to pounce on one of the chickens.

“Hey!” you exclaim. “Get out of here!”

The fox stopped in its tracks and peered over at you, giving an intimidating glare. Then you realized, that wasn’t a fox.

It’s a person.

“Wait!” you attempted to come closer, but with each step forward, the fox went two steps backward. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

The fox seemed dubious, cautiously stepping towards you. “F-food, please.” His voice was raspy, sore.

You immediately ran to get some food, coming back to the coop with some leftovers. Maybe this will suffice, you thought. You sat him down on the grass patch next to the chicken's den. You watched him devour the meal, as if he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. Based on his appearance, he probably hadn’t. His fur coat was dirty and torn. You could see his ribs and his belly rumbled with each bite. “Sorry, miss”, he whispered.

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I’m Y/n. May I ask your name?”

You could tell he was nervous. Something about your presence made him anxious and fearful. Is he like this with everyone?

“H-Hoseok”, the fox uttered. “But I can’t stay long. My pack is waiting for me.” With a slight struggle, he stumbles back on his two feet. You grab him before he takes off.

“Please wait”, you politely asked. “Let me give you some food to take back to them. Don’t leave yet.”

He paused for a moment, seeming to be pondering over his next steps. “Okay”, he spoke softly. “But don’t be long. They may worry.”

With that, you hurry back into your home, running to the fridge to see what you can scrap up. Hopefully I have enough for all of them, you thought. Maybe you can give them a couple of chickens from the coop.

While carrying plastic wrap covered plates to your garden, you hear a scream coming from the coop. That must be Hoseok. Without haste, you ran to the chicken coops, the food left for the birds. Hovering over Hoseok was what looked like a wolf– well half wolf.

“Back away from him!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, trying to scare off the scary hybrid. He ignored you completely. Suddenly, you gain the courage to step up to it, pushing it off of the fox.

“Are you okay?” You helped him back on his feet, feeling the trembles in his hands. “Did he hurt you?”

“N-no, he would never hurt me”, He stuttered. “You don’t understand.” You looked at him confusingly, then looked at the wolf. He was fuming with anger.

“Y/n, this is my packmate, Joon.”

***

You’re not sure how feeding one hybrid led to having seven hybrids on your couch, but you have no one to blame but yourself.

“You want us to do what?!”

“Live here?” It was really just a random thought that popped in your head. You didn’t give it any thought. And seeing them dirty and hungry on your couch just made you blurt it out. Hoseok seemed thrilled but his Pack alpha, Joon, wasn't too excited.

“You must be out of your mind”, he laughed. “What do you think we are, pets?”

“No, not at all!” You shook your head. Something in the back of your mind tells you that they’ve been burned before, that they’ve been mistreated. You feel sort of sympathetic. Could they not trust anyone? “You guys don’t even have to stay here long. I just want to treat your wounds and offer some food.”

He still seemed doubtful. “Yeah? And what’s in it for you?”

That's the question he's been dying to ask. What about you? You thought about it for a moment. Wouldn’t any human being want to help out someone in need? The answer to that is no. However, maybe they need some good in their lives.

And you could use the company.

“Well, I kind of live here by myself”, You explain. “My parents moved to the city so I don’t see them often, and I don’t have any other family or friends. If I’m being honest, I really just need someone to converse with. And maybe a little help around the house.”

One of the packmates raised his hand, as if asking permission to speak. “We left the other home we were in. They may still be looking for us. We don’t want to put you in any danger.”

“We can figure all that out later”, you promise him. “Right now, you guys just need to wash up and get a proper rest.”

Hoseok turned to Joon, waiting for his response. “Please, Joon. We’ll be good, I promise.”

He glared at you for a second, trying to sense if this was another trap. Maybe she’s genuine, he thought. “Okay, but we won’t stay for long.” You could hear sighs of relief. Even you let out a puff of air, not realizing you were holding your breath.

“Thank you. Thank you so much for trusting me. I know that’s not easy.” You gave them a tour of Emerald farm, showing them their sleeping quarters and where they can wash up. When evening came around, you prepared a feast. Your hybrid guests gobbled down all they could– except Joon. He didn’t eat, probably from fear of being poisoned. Hopefully, one day he’ll trust me, you thought. But for now, all you can do is show them tender care and affection until they believe it.

When it becomes time for everyone to sleep in their rooms, you're left alone in the living room with our thoughts. Maybe some television will clear your mind. You never really use it. Living on a farm left you with plenty of other things to do, but why not? Turning on the television, you flip through the channels until one catches your attention.

Breaking news! Seven dangerous hybrids escaping from a research facility

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whyse7vn · 2 months

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PALENTINES -

[ ot7 x reader ]

SINGLE LADIES 😁🔥

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: gave my gf an hour long whimpering audio for valentines day

namjoon: you make me sick

jimin: this definitely counts as harassment

jk: yoongi got me a plastic fork

yoongi: yw

y/n: the audio was 5 minutes long????

tae: ok but i sent it to you 20 times

do the math????

jin: you sat there and whimpered into ur phone for 5 minutes that’s crazy

don’t you feel any shame??

tae: why would i feel shame?

it’s called being in love jin

you should try it sometime

jimin: it’s called harassment

hobi: ew man

jk: free asmr :D

jin: it’s gonna be free tae from jail soon

tae: no it won’t

jimin: ur right when you get locked up no one’s gonna want you free

hobi: KEEP TAE IN JAIL 🗣️💯

jk: personally i would want tae free

jimin: personally ur not real so it doesn’t matter what you want

jk: :ᗡ

hobi: ew how the hell did you flip it

i hate that

jk: :ᗡ

hobi: HOW DID YOU DO THAT

jk: :ᗡ

hobi: STOP GO AWAY I HATE IT

namjoon: yoongi got jungkook a present this year?

yoongi: not by choice

y/n: it was by choice

hobi: it was a plastic fork

yoongi: a plastic fork not given by choice

y/n: yoongi

yoongi: no

y/n: please

yoongi: no

y/n: pretty please :3

yoongi: it was by choice

y/n: see told you!

yoongi: don’t understand why we have to buy each other shit on this holiday anyways

i like ONE of you not all of you

tae: am i the one you like be honest

yoongi: bye

y/n: it’s our silly little tradition don’t be a loser yoongi

yoongi: whatever

jin: ok anyways who ordered me a fucking marching band???

jk: idk but did you like it??

y/n: gonna take a wild guess and say it was jungkook

namjoon: i thought you have his card how did he order that??

y/n: he has apple pay now i can’t stop him 😕

hobi: wait no fair

jin did NOT deserve a marching band all he got me was his butter photocard???

jimin: he got me that too….

jk: OMG ME TOO >_<

tae: i don’t feel special anymore

namjoon: really jin?

y/n: mine was signed!!

yoongi: cheap

jin: you literally got kook a plastic fork?

yoongi: he loves it

jungkook tell him you love it

jk: i love it

yoongi: see

jin: whatever don’t care

jimin: namjoon got me a fucking book

jin: lol that’s crazy cuz you can’t read

jk: i’m sorry to hear you can’t read jimin hope you can soon :/

namjoon: i put a lot of thought into the book i got you

jin: that’s cute but he can’t read so

jk: i wish i was a book

tae: if you’re a book does that make you a tree?

jk: guys

y/n: no jungkook

jk: oh ok

jimin: i CAN read btw

yoongi: don’t care

jin: sounds like fake news

jk: omg wow ur a fast learner jimin you can read now!!!

jimin: ur talking way too much today

you should stop

jk: is he talking to me????

hobi: y/n got me a holiday to australia

i’m not gonna go cuz like bugs

but that was really nice

y/n: you’re welcome!!!!

tae: k but i got sex

y/n deleted this message!

tae: 😕

silencing me like they did MLK

jimin: what

jk: milk

hobi: did you just compare urself to mlk?

jin: yeah never say that again

tae: why not?? it’s true

yoongi: you are nothing like mlk

jk: tae ur not milk

namjoon: taehyung do not compare yourself to martin luther king ever again please and thank you

jk: or milk

y/n: and in black history month too…

tae: you don’t understand me or him

y/n: yeah ok

back to gifts

joon got me some really pretty flowers

jimin: boringggggggg he does that every year

jk: namjoon got me wood

hobi: ?

namjoon: statue

it’s a wooden statue thing

not just wood

tae: joon giving other boys wood for valentines ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

u wanna know who i gave MY wood too

y/n deleted this message!

namjoon: tae shut up

jin: saw that

tae: i’m just like mlk i’m telling you man

y/n: stop

tae: sorry

jimin: hobi got me shoes

hobi: i did

jk: hobi got me cheese

hobi: expensive cheese

y/n: i took yoongi to those cute photo booth things

yoongi: they didn’t need to know that

y/n: yes they did

we are sharing what we got each other

read the room yoongi

jimin: yeah yoongi read the room

tae: how tf u read a room??!

a room not a book ☠️☠️

u guys dumb as hell

jin: you not knowing what reading a room means makes a lot of sense actually

jk: send photobooth pics ^0^

bet u looked so cute

not you yoongi

y/n

her

not yoongi

i’m talking to y/n NOT you yoongi btw

yoongi: shut up

and no

you’ll never see those photos

jk: ☹️

hobi: so what did yoongi get y/n??

yoongi: don’t worry

tae: personally i’m worried

jk: me 2 guys yoongi is really scary

what if he killed her

y/n: ?

jin: i want to blow jungkook up

jk: i’m no ballon 😭

jimin: probably fucked for valentines let’s be real

tae: well that’s obviously NOT true lmao 😜 ☠️

yoongi: why is that “obviously” not true

we could of

tae: you didn’t

yoongi: and you know how?

tae: cuz i just know

yoongi: yeah ok

we could of for all you know

on the actual day too

tae: you weren’t even with her on valentine’s day

yoongi: and you were?

y/n: he wasn’t

tae: ok

but i could of been

yoongi: but clearly you weren’t

tae: neither were you

namjoon: both of you stop

tae: idk why yoongi acts all high a mighty

especially when it comes to her

y/n: ok that’s crazy

how about you don’t talk about me like i’m not here!

yoongi: idk why taehyung acts like he has a chance lmao

jk: guys

tae: that’s actually crazy

you’d be fucking surprised yoongi!!!!

yoongi: what’s that supposed to mean?

tae: what do you think it means?

tell me yoongi

guess

i’ll tell you if you’re right or not

yoongi: shut the fuck up

tae: or what?

hobi: why this kinda sexualllll

jimin: like 😭😭😭😭

y/n: LMAO STOP

jin: arguing over pussy that belongs to neither of them is crazy i’m just saying

jk: pussy \ ^0^ /

namjoon: how about we all stop arguing and move back to talking about the gifts we got eachother !!

hobi: jungkook got me a ballon

jk: yeah

do you love it

hobi: sure

jk: ^_^

jimin: personally i think hobi’s lying to you kook

jk: WHAT

jimin: i think he hates his ballon actually

jk: hobi pls say he’s lying

hobi: he’s lying

you see it may seem that way because on the outside im a very chill and nonchalant man

y/n: that is not true actually!

hobi: but on inside i am actually very chalant

EXTREMELY chalant no joke

so basically inside im going fucking crazy over the ballon jungkook gave me but it just doesn’t seem like that cuz im a chill guy

jk: but inside ur chalant

hobi: exactly

jk: jimin why would you lie to me

jimin: ur easy to lie to

jk: no im not

jimin: namjoon died in a car crash 24 hours ago

jk: NO NAMJOON OHHMYGOD NAMJOON NO

namjoon: i am not dead

jk: oh

y/n: how did you fall for that

namjoon cant even drive

jk: oh yeah

lol namjoon cant drive guys

namjoon: ok we all know

hobi: so what did you guys actually do on valentine’s day

jk: minecraft but then it got too scary so i played valorant instead

jimin: idk what any of that means but ok

i personally watched movies with joon

namjoon: yeah

i dropped by kook’s and y/n’s place first tho to give my gifts and stuff

hobi: where was my movie invite?????

jimin: we did call you

you were like high as hell

hobi: oh

wow

how real of me

jin: i cooked steak

jimin: for urself?

typical

jin: kys

for me and y/n actually

y/n: …

jin: my fault

yoongi: what

tae: oh

jk: SHE SAID SHE WAS BUSY

TTAHSTNOT FAIIROGJKFNKLDVLKFNKLFHKLNNDKVHNFKVNKLGNGR UFHDFHDKJ GHDKLNGFKLNGFG FHJDJHHGR DHGGRHBDNBF JGHKJGHGR

hobi: ????????????????????

namjoon: cool

jimin: jin???? out of everyone JIN??????

why would you fuck jin

jk: WHATR OHMYGOF WHAT?????? SHUT UP

jimin: on valentine’s day too…..

even fucking ME would make more sense than jin right now

jin: tf is that supposed to mean?

jimin: i said what i said lmao

tae: she cant of fucked jin

cuz she’s fucking me

yoongi: LMAOOOO

u really think your special dont you

thats crazy

jk: WHYIS EVERYONEFUCKING MY GIRLFRIENDOHMGYOJFDJFDKJDSDB

hobi: i dont get it even if she was fucking tae why couldn’t she fucked jin too?

y/n: i am like right here you know

tae: because me and her are serious

yoongi: serious???

you are just a rebound

tae: yoongi i think you’re just upset she didn’t come to you first after the whole jaehyun thing

yoongi: i’m glad she didn’t actually because now i know for sure i’m not rebound

you are

tae: shut the fuck up

yoongi: why? you getting upset?

idk why you’re acting like the victim here when you’re using her for the same thing

hobi: woah??

jimin: cap taehyung bitchless

yoongi: it’s time you stop using y/n to get over jennie and grow some fucking balls

jin: hold on

jimin: WAITTTTTTTT

hobi: SHUT FUCKING DOWN FR????

jk: imgonnapassout

y/n: oh

namjoon: yoongi

tae: i am not using y/n to get over jennie and you know that

hobi: wait ur fr??? taejennie was fr??

LIKE ACTUALLY?? OHMYGIDTHISISREAL??

yoongi: i know that? thats crazy how could i know that??

you didn’t even tell us about jennie

for over 3 months you were with her and you didn’t tell us

and then those photos of you and her were leaked and you were all depressed for ”no reason”

and now all of a sudden your obsession with y/n?

yeah you’re not using her you’re right i’m just fucking stupid aren’t i?

jimin: holy shit man

tae: i am not using her

yoongi: so why is yeontan with jennie right now?

y/n: tae you told me he was with you parents?

tae: yeah

but

i didn’t tell you that because im using you or anything i just said that because i didn’t want to cause any problems

y/n: you lied to me

for no reason

if you told me the truth it would of been fine

tae: i know

y/n: so when i came over

were you planing on sleeping with me anyways?

were you mad at yourself for calling jennie and leaving yeontan with her?

did you use me to help forget about it?

tae: did you use me to help get over jaehyun?

y/n: no

i can tell you that in full confidence no

now answer my question

tae: you know i would never do that to you

y/n: its a yes or no question taehyung

tae: i would never do that to you

yoongi: yes or no you asshole

tae: shut the fuck up

yoongi: answer her question

tae: leave me the fuck alone

tae left “SINGLE LADIES😁🔥”

jk: wow

y/n: didn’t sleep with jin btw

jk: ohthankgod

y/n: did sleep with tae once

we are NOT serious

jk: double ohthankgod

wait

y/n: and now i am going to sleep

jungkook come cuddle

gn all

jk: ON MY WAY OHMYGOD IM ON MY WAY

jimin: good night …

hobi: nite!!

yoongi: gn

jin: goodnight

namjoon: gn

DOWNBAD😭🫵🏻 #2 (minus tae)

6 participants - 5 online

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namjoon: yoongi that wasn’t fair

yoongi: i know

but she deserved to know

and he wasn’t gonna tell her any time soon

hobi: YOU AND NAMJOON KNEW THIS TAEJENNIE WAS REAL THIS WHOLE TIME????

yoongi: i just found out

namjoon knew longer

namjoon: not that long

jimin: ok but how do you know tae is using her fr?

yoongi: it’s not hard to connect the dots

jin: still you could be wrong

yoongi: well he didn’t deny it did he?

jimin: to me it looked like he didn’t know if he was using her or not

yoongi: well he needs to figure that out soon it’s not fair to her

or him ig

but mainly her.

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hate this don’t care about anything bring back yellow….

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kyph3r · 3 months

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NEW WORKOUT PLAN

trainer!namjoon x fem!reader

in which... your new trainer is hot, you're horny, and it's past closing hours

warnings: pwp, smut, use of the word "slutty", this is rlly short so be ready for a fast pace, im imagining a chubbier reader but the fic is for everyone !!!

an: just a little drabble, i was listening to the college dropout and the new work out plan played, it inspired me ;)

when your trainer walks in, you swear the world stops for a second

you just joined a new gym, it's marketing said it was rigorous and had the top trainers in the country working to get people in shape. so when a 6'2, bulky, handsome man walks into your assigned training room and says he'll be helping you work out for the next few months with the sweetest smile on his face, should you really be as surprised and horny as you are?

your first day is extremely embarrassing, you swear the universe cursed you to be the most unflexable person on earth. but your trainer, namjoon, says it's all right with a small smile and proceeds to lay you out on the ground and help you stretch. his big arms grab your thighs and pull them back until your knees hit your chest and fuck, you pray to the highest power that you aren't leaking through your tight little leggings.

"you are so tense, is everything alright?" he asks with a concerned look on his face. the hands on your thighs go higher and start gently massaging your calves as an attempt to get you to relax. it does quite the opposite. you can't tell if he's teasing you on purpose or if he is just that oblivious.

"n-no i'm fine namjoon.. i just don't stretch a lot, that's all!" you say with a tremble in your voice, trying to hold back a pleasured moan from the way he's touching you. he lets out a noise of understanding and starts bending you more.

"if that's the case then we should probably spend a lot of time stretching in our first few sessions," he looks down at you and smiles, "i don't want you to accidentally hurt yourself because you haven't stretched." the look on your face after he said that must have been very amusing, because he had to lower his head to let out a chuckle.

namjoon is an excellent trainer. he insists on doing the workouts alongside you "to make it fair" but it honestly just makes things a lot worse. by the end of the workout his voice is breathier, there's a shine of sweat all over him, and the image of a big man dripping sweat and saying your name alongside praises of "keep it up, you're doing so well" leaves you in more of a debauched state than you should be in after a work out.

by the end of the first month you're sore and very sexually frustrated. you've been trying to seduce him in any way possible, wearing the tightest work out gear you own, blinking up at him with eyes that scream "please fuck me!" any time that you can, you really give props to namjoon for being so respectful and proper during your sessions. but every once in a while his polite persona will break and he'll look at you like he wants to devour you right in there in the training room. but it will quickly go back to normal, leaving you a horny mess.

the closest you think you came to him fucking you was the yoga day, you purposely wore shorts that made your ass look amazing. he told you to do the downward dog position and you swear you heard a quiet "fuck" coming from him behind you, quickly covered with a cough. by the end of the session a blush was set high on his cheekbones and the hands around your waist positioned to check your form were gripping firmer.

by the middle of your second month, he finally breaks.

"do you know how much of a tease you've been, huh?" he questions while giving a slap to your ass. he has you pressed against the wall, backside jutting out to flush against his moving hips. his pace is ruthless, one hand holding your own above your head and the other hooking two fingers into your open mouth. "i had to endure your slutty little outfits for all these weeks, shit, take it."

you moan uncontrollably, his thrusts becoming faster as the hand in your mouth snakes down to your core, playing with your clit.

"namjoon! too much, gonna cum," you whine out, grinding your hips back onto his. he gives another slap to your ass and speeds the fingers on your clit and you're cumming, arousal squirting onto his hand and the ground. his groans become louder as he feels the mess you made and angles his head down to suck along the column of your neck.

"fuck, baby, you're so good. so good for me. just let me use you a little longer." his pace slows to shallow thrusts that feel like they hit your guts until he comes with a low moan, filling your insides.

you are both panting, sweat and cum dripping off of each other. he lays his head on your shoulder and slowly pulls out of your cunt.

"so–" he clears his throat, "would you like to go out somewhere?"

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byuljoonie · 5 months

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Give me possessive koo smut 😇

pairing: dom!jk x fem!reader

genre: smut, drabble, request, unedited

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, drinking, lots of swearing, oral 4f, overstimulation, mocking, couch sëx, rough missionary, unsafe sëx, degradation, biting, slapping, squirting, bruising, hair pulling, dom!jk, sub!reader, a little toxicity, idk Sunday fun day ig

note: hope it’s to your liking♡ -dubu

“Unlock your phone.” Jungkook’s eyes pour into yours as he waits for your compliance.

“What?” you question, aggravated by his unnecessary interest in your coworkers.

“Open it, Y/N.” he insists, leaning back onto the sofa cushion, pressing the cold rectangle into your palm.

“Babe, seriously?” you whine, searching his eyes for a hint of playfulness, finding nothing but an ocean of severity.

You were having a conversation about work, letting your boyfriend know of your upcoming schedule and activities. You accidentally let the name of your project partner slip through your wine-coated lips.

Jungkook’s ears perked up at the ring of a masculine sounding name. You stare at him in defeat, taking the phone from his hand with a pitiful sigh.

“I haven’t even texted him yet, for Christ sakes Jungkook!” you say exasperated.

“Yet.” he replied matter-of-factually.

“It’s not like I chose to work with him, Koo.” you exclaimed dramatically, unlocking your phone and going to his saved contact.

You felt this antagonizing creature clawing at your tender insides for momentary satisfaction. Why did you let the wine talk before your instincts? Jungkook isn’t exactly the kindest when it comes to other men around you.

He wasn’t controlling, but his possessiveness was like an amplified speaker to anyone who even thought of sparing you a second glance.

You hated to admit it, but it was hot. The veins on his tattoo covered arms bulged with a vengeance. Each intricate pattern defining his Herculean figure.

The white T-shirt not leaving much to the imagination, your eyes lingered on his pierced lips as you passed the phone over. Earning a hum of approval from him, he tapped away on your phone.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You already follow him on Instagram?” he rhetorically asked, a mound of annoyance behind his darkening pupils.

“I follow all of my coworkers, Kookie.” you complained hesitantly, downing the rest of the red liquid that swirled in your large Burgundy glass.

“Listen, I don’t want you working with him. Simple.” he admitted, pressing the unfollow button on Hoseok’s profile.

You were beyond infuriated, you snatched your phone back pressing the follow button in an instant. Not thinking about the consequences that follow your instinctual actions. Jungkook chuckled at your sudden burst of anger.

“Have you lost your fucking mind, Y/N?” he grabbed the phone from your hand, tossing it to the plush rug, letting it slide beneath your glass coffee table.

The wine made you drunk with rage, the other part of you craving a deeper need from your hellish boyfriend. Jungkook rose from his spot on the sofa, grabbing your neck and pinning you below him. He enjoyed the feeling of your palpitating heartbeat on his fingertips.

“Baby—“ you struggled to speak, legs clasping around his knee that rest atop your unclothed hips. Bad day to only wear his shirt, you thought to yourself.

“Shut up.” he glared down at you, putting pressure between your legs.

“Since you want to act like a pathetic slut —“ he pressed his knee down harder, rubbing your clothed pussy agonizingly slow.

“I’ll treat you accordingly.” he let your neck go finally, being met with a few strained coughs from you. You had no time to react, his shirt was being pulled from your body. Your head swimming with anticipation and thoughts of Jungkook’s defilement.

You felt dizzy and exposed to the harsh temperatures of your once comfortable living room. Jungkook watched you writhing under him, a predatory smile lingering on his soft face.

“You think it’s okay to let him spend time alone with you?” he grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks between his large hand.

“Looking at you, speaking to you, touching you.” he peered over your naked body once more, eyes lingering on your bare chest, his free hand stopping above your panty line.

“All this —“ he began lustfully, “ is mine.”

He ripped your panties from your lower half, causing you to scream in frustration, fighting against his muscular arm. He let your face go, delivering 3 small slaps to your cheek. Putting you in check before he had to let whatever caged animalistic intentions loose.

“I’ve had enough of your resistance, Princess.” he whispered hotly in your ear, biting your earlobe before moving to the next ear.

“I can smell how wet you are from here, Y/N.” he bit down again, sending you into a frenzy of pathetic whimpers.

“Your cunt is crying for my attention, but you want to play with some loser?” he questioned cockily, rubbing his bare palm over your soaking pussy.

You moaned his name in retaliation, hips rutting upwards against his calloused hand. He laughed at your feeble attempts at gaining friction, pulling his hand away.

“I’m going to ruin you right here, baby.” A smirk tugged at his lips, he leaned back on the couch. Grabbing his glass from the table and downing what once was at half full capacity.

He sucked in a small breath, biting his bottom lip before turning back to you. Pulling his shirt over his head and revealing everything your eyes have been waiting for.

“I want to leave a trace of me on every inch of your body.” He stood up from his seated position, stalking over you like this was his last chance to consume you.

He yanked your ankles towards him, turning your body to face him like you were praying beneath him. Your legs hung carelessly over the edge of the couch, too dizzy to hold them up for your waiting beast. He smiled down at you in admiration, loving how ruined you already looked beneath him. Pussy leaking onto the sofa cushion, legs sprawled open for him.

“Look at you — so fucking gorgeous” he gleamed, kneeling in front of your body. He ran a hand over your stomach, letting his inquisitive fingers explore your skin.

“Fucking love your tits, Princess.” he leaned down beginning his assault on your chest, licking and sucking at your nipple like a love drunken mad man.

“More — please Kookie,” you begged, arms resting on his back, nails scratching in intricate motions. He hummed against your nipple, tongue circling the bud feverishly.

He pulled away with a lewd pop, spit dribbling down his chin. “No one’s mouth will ever feel as good as mine.”

He started kissing down the center of your chest, occasionally leaving love marks on your memorized sensitive spots. He stopped just above your panty line, loving the way your breath hitched in your throat.

He went in with a wink, tongue lapping at your exposed sensitive skin. His tongue searched your core for unanswered questions, gripping at your hips with every moan you released. He slurped against your clit letting lewd noises drown out the sound of the crackling fireplace. He released one of your hips, bringing his hand down to open your lips. Exposing your clit to the invading muscle, he latched his lips around the bundle of nerves. You screamed in pleasure clasping your shaking legs around his head.

He removed his lips from your pussy, mouth shining with your essence. He worked two fingers over your clit, sliding them down until they hovered over your entrance. He grinned down at you before he inserted them, fingering you fiercely.

“Aww, who makes you feel this good? Hmm Y/N?” He cooed happily, “Who’s pussy is this?” He mewled, setting his fingers into a come hither motion.

“Y-yours—“ you cried out desperately, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

He used his free hand to slap your clit repeatedly, sending you into a crying mess. Your legs closed around his arm, body writhing against his unmoving fingers. He pulled you closer and closer to your orgasm, biting his lip in concentration, relishing in the sounds you were making for him.

“Cum, baby. I want to feel you cum on my fingers before I fuck the soul out of you.” he confessed sweetly, sickeningly sweet. You groaned at his words, letting the knot in your stomach burst. You felt stars cloud your vision as his fingers continued their actions.

He used his free hand to slap your pussy again, smiling at the way you cried out for him to stop. He kept going, moaning at your cunt clenching repeatedly around his fingers.

“Koo, please” you implored weakly, hiccuping along with a string of moans.

“Please what? Stop?” he questioned teasingly, “No.”

You felt another knot forming in your lower stomach, his fingers edging you closer to a stronger orgasm. Your stomach felt funny, it felt different, like a new sensation of pleasure was pushing through.

His urged you to cum, his fingers hitting your g-spot with ease. With a few last pumps, you felt yourself release on his fingers, screaming his name in shock. You stomach twitched continuously, opening your eyes to see the aftermath of what just happened.

You opened your eyes to see Jungkook’s lower face glistening with your mess, his pupils dilated and hungry for more. You felt your cheeks grow warm, not knowing what to say next, you’ve never done that before.

“Naughty girl, why’ve you never squirted like that before? Guess I should do better, huh?” He rose from his position on the floor, giving you a second to catch your breath while he removed his shorts.

His cock sprung free from its restraints, mushroom head aggressively leaking with pre-cum. “I want you to take this dick like the slut that you are,” he pumped his hand around his length, moaning at the way you lasciviously looked at him.

He lowered himself down until he was level with your center, rubbing the tip against your sticky folds. You granted him a pitiful whine, biting the corner of your swollen lip as you watched him rub against you.

“Use your words, Y/N. I won’t hold back unless you say it,” he probed, restraining himself from slamming his hips forward. You lay quietly looking him in his eyes, daring him to take you.

“Fuck —“ he pushed into you gradually, “squeeze my dick just like that,” he groans fingers pressing heavily into your hips.

“So big, just want you,” you moaned at him, pussy clenching around his cock again. He pulled away slowly, ramming back into your hips with brute force. His balls lewdly slapping against your skin as he fucked you into the sofa. He picked up his pace, rhythmically filling the room with grunts. He reached forward taking a hold of your hair and yanked your head back, biting your exposed neck. A light sheen a sweat coated your hot skin, beads of sweat running down your cheeks as he fucked you. The living room rang with filthy words of mocking betrayal and faux empathy for your overstimulated figure.

He pressed a hand down on your lower stomach, eyes nearly bulging from his head at the feeling of his cock invading your insides. His actions made your breathing increase, hiccuping over his name. His face contorting in immense pleasure as he demanded you repeat after him.

“Say it. Tell me you love me while you take this dick, Y/N.” you felt your hips aching, knowing marks already began forming on your body.

“I love you Jungkook—“ you cried out obediently, pussy convulsing around his stilled cock. Your orgasms rushing through your bodies. You shivered at the empty feeling you felt when he removed himself. He leaned down pressing a kiss on your neck, wiping some of the sweat from your foreheads.

“I love you too.” he smiled boyishly, breathing heavy and warm on your neck. “I’m taking you to work all next week, babe.”

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