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CHAPTER 01

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: pretty much none for this chapter! Just a nice fluffy, protective and sweet chapter :)

A/N: hi everyone! Thank you all so much for your support I received for the prologue chapter I uploaded yesterday. I am really happy and grateful. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. I'm always looking for advice. English isn't my first language so please be patient :))

Also, I saw other people use taglists for accounts, I'm not 100% how it works, but if anyone would be interested I will try to figure it out.

Please take care of yourself. I love you.

Words count: 3385

Prologue:

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"Hyung? Hello?"

"Hm? What's up? Are you guys on your way? Jin is starting to stress out 'bout it."

His voice sounded calm, not worried one bit. It was obvious he was most definitely sitting by the fireplace, reading some poetry book. Kook got him one not too long ago as a thank-you gift, and before leaving with Yoongi, Jimin did notice it laying on the couch.

The youngest loved and respected his pack alpha, so showing gratitude in any way was very close to his heart. A simple plant for a nice camping-trip-hike Joon planned for them wasn't too unusual, a new pair of limited edition sneakers was granted, or a nice book of poetry, bought at the seasonal book fairs he sneakily visited, so the alpha would be surprised.

Of course, Jungkook often spoiled all of his other pack members, but among the pack, it was quite usual to buy Namjoon occasional small gifts. After all, he was keeping them well-kept, safe, warm, and fed.

Sure, they all may be alphas, suited to take care of themselves, and they did, but sometimes handing off the lead and worries to him was just too tempting. They needed to rent a house for a weekend stay in a different country? Joon would by no means even allow them to try and do it. The pack wants to buy ice-cream? Yes, he will go on and order it for the group, making sure to not forget any of the complicated toppings and flavor combinations.

Namjoon still had occasional mishaps, accidentally breaking new tableware, another controller, or losing his keys over and over, but his pack never took it too wrongly and knew of all the good he brought to them. It always outweighed the clumsiness.

"Yea hyung, we are on our way to the car right now, but-"

It didn't take him too long to notice that Jimin's voice was softer than usual, and even without being able to smell his scent, he was able to sense a sort of worrying undertone.

While he could start firing out questions right away, it wasn't his first day dealing with any issues involving his younger packmates. Everything could be sorted calmly in pretty much every situation, and he was a big believer of that fact. Though when he heard a whimper in the background of the call, he too grew worried. He sat up, putting the small book away. Unconsciously, he paid attention to everyone in the house at the moment; Jin's smell was in the kitchen, the occasional sizzling of oil and pots heard, Taehyung's scent upstairs, a bit too far for him to be able to sense what exactly he was doing, noting of Hobi's bright smell in his studio downstairs, and Jungkook's, also on the bottom-floor gym.

"Jimin-ah? What is it?" He didn't sound too overly concerned, even if he was quite worried. He didn't hear Chim sound so stressed in some time for sure. It was quite usual for the pack alpha's to try to bring peace to the pack, always have a rational mind and calm any agitation and anxiety.

Listening closely, only a bit of shuffling and fumbling noises could be heard.

"Um..- we met an omega..-"

A longer pause continued, and a faint voice of Yoongi in the background. He didn't hear him speaking so softly in a very long time, making Joon's eyebrows furrow only deeper.

"An omega? Are they okay?"

"No, hyung, something is really wrong..- her scent, she is really, really anxious for some reason-"

"Did you try to settle her? She could have entered omega space; you have to be really careful with that. Where are you right now? I'll come there to help."

"Yoongi hyung said it's the best for us to just take her home to us right now; we just got into the car and are leaving the parking lot now." Jimin said with the faint sound of the motor in the background.

"Alright, that's okay. I'll tell others. It's better for her to be somewhere with only a few specific scents than the mix of ones that belong to the group of strangers. Is she crying?" His question was followed by a soft sound of fabric moving. A shorter pause and then a yes.

Sighing, Namjoon stood up and started to make his way towards the kitchen. Jin looked up but didn't say anything after seeing him calling, and continued cutting up a few onions. Opening one of the top cabinets, he took out an essential oil often used for newly presented alphas for when their nose suddenly got bit too sensitive with the heightened smell. It wasn't uncommon for betas or omegas to use such oils or scented candles either, though.

"Poor cub. Just make sure you drive safe, okay? I'll try to get some things ready for her to nest with; that should help. Hyung is still cooking, but it should be done soon, did you buy the batteries for Tae and Koo?"

"Yea, we did, don't worry. We got some more stuff from that new game store for them too, but you'll see at home. Thank you, we will be there in about.. 10 minutes? I think?"

"Alright. Be careful, talk to you later."

Ending the call and folding his phone into his jeans pocket, the pack alpha looked towards his eldest hyung, who was already staring at him with questions written all over his face.

"What is it? I can smell you are worried, Joon."

For a few moments, he didn't answer, still bit too confused about everything. They didn't have an omega at their pack house basically ever.

"At the mall, they found an omega; she must have been really unsettled, so they tried to help. They are taking her here now."

Once again, talking without any noticeable worry in his voice. It was only his scent that carried a slight stench that was offsetting.

"An omega? Where is their pack? We have to notify her pack alpha; this could be serious."

"Yea, I think so too. Can you give her a meal too? We should have enough for one more person, right?"

Jin turned back around to stir the sizzling pan of glass noodles, softly humming.

"Of course, we have more than enough. You should go tell others. I'll go open windows so there is fresh air here, and it's not too scented for her right away."

"Thanks, hyung. I just hope she won't drop, so let's try to prevent that in any way possible."

Agreeing, he left Jin to his thing and started making his way towards the private studios.

Knocking softly on the doors in a short pattern, he didn't wait too long before he opened the entryway. There sat Hoseok, turned towards him. There was an open file on the screen that he was working on for the past few days.

"Hey, what's up?"

Closing the door after him, the pack alpha took a seat on the large black leather couch.

"I just got a call from Jimin; they are on their way back home. They have an omega with them though, they are taking her to the pack house."

Hobi's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly.

"Really? Why?"

Sitting up slightly, he kept his eyes on Namjoon.

"Minnie said something was really wrong; she was just too unsettled, and they couldn't find her pack I guess either."

"Oh poor thing, they get really stressed in public places; she must have gotten overwhelmed," softly cooing at the thought of a soft, sad, anxious omega. Hobi always had a soft spot for those in need. And from the description, the little omega must be in need for sure.

"Yea, I think so too. Do you have any new blankets and pillows? Or just anything that's unscented still? We have to prepare at least some nesting materials."

"Probably don't have a blanket per se, but I have bought a new hoodie online, so it should be sealed in plastic and unscented. That could help right?"

"For sure, that would be great," smiling, Hobi stood up and took a still unopened carton box. Ripping off the tape and pulling out a white milky plastic package, a paper written note fell onto the ground. Gasping softly, he bent down in the chair. Handing him the package, he looked at the note, smiling softly. "Ah, look, they wrote me a nice note!" his bright heart-shaped smile brightened up Joon's slightly anxious mood immediately.

Chuckling, the man stood up. "They should! You always order so much!" he said as he opened the door to the hallway. "Thanks hyung, they should be here in a few minutes, okay?"

Now turned back towards the screen, he heard a light "Yup!" making him leave the room, closing the door softly. Now on his way towards the gym, the young pack alpha wasn't too worried about the youngest - or any of his pack members in general.

It was a shock for sure, but they were a healthy pack with strong bonds and relationships, and if Yoongi believed it was best to take the omega to their home, then it definitely was that way. They didn't meet a lot of omegas at their company, since they were only allowed to do very few jobs. Omegas required a good, peaceful company of a similar group that was kept constant, and with how many people mingled during the tours and such, it was hard to keep that up.

Sudden omegadrops were then a bit too usual, causing more worries and stress. Really, there were only a minimal amount of omegas in BigHit; it wasn't common for omegas to work in general either. Some packs that were more modern did support the idea, but the traditional ones were used to pretty much taking care of all of their financial needs.

The door of the gym was left slightly open, so Joon knocked to make himself known and entered. Jungkook was leaning against a wall, breathing heavily with a glass of water in hand. His big eyes widened, and he stood up fully, taking a big gulp.

"Hey hyung," breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, he ran a hand through his long, messy hair.

"Hey Jungkook, Yoongi called me a few minutes ago; they are on their way home right now, but there will be an unsettled omega coming with them too, okay? Something must have gone wrong for her; I think she might drop on them, so they decided taking her to us will be the best right now."

The youngest didn't say much for a few seconds. Placing his glass on the ground, he came closer to his pack alpha, his scent subconsciously wafting out calming pheromones. It was natural for any alpha or beta to try and calm anyone that was just a bit weak and scared. It just happened naturally.

"Omega? They will want to nest then; we should get some stuff ready quickly.."

"Yea, do you have any unscented stuff lying around?" furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Kook closed his eyes thinking. Wiping off sweat from his face with the bottom of his T-shirt, he nodded.

"Yea, I bought new bed sheets; I think they arrived this morning... And I should also have a pillow that isn't scented by any of you, just me if that works?"

"Thanks Koo, that helps a lot. Can you go get it and take it to the guest room upstairs?" Nodding quickly, they both left the gym, Namjoon quickly squeezing his shoulder in approval.

Walking upstairs, the young pack alpha made his way towards the room that Taehyung was in at the moment. Knocking and opening, his packmate was laying on the bed, softly snoring, covered by a few blankets. Coming to his side, he shook his shoulder, waking him up.

"Yah, Taehyung-ah, wake up; it will be dinner soon," the younger slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Sighting out, he sat up, rubbing his eyes and hair out of the way.

"..Huh?" was the only thing the tired man could get out, mumbling incoherent words towards the pack alpha. Knowing he won't get far like this, he sent him to the bathroom to freshen up. He will tell him once he is able to take in information.

Closing the door and making his way back downstairs, he looked at the clock, only to see that it was about 15 minutes since the call. Noticing Jin getting the table ready with Hobi, he placed the packaged jumper on the couch, leaving it there. Taking a seat next to it, he decided to wait for the rest of his pack, listening to any noises from outside.

It didn't take too long until he heard the garage door opening and a car in the entryway. The soft sound of the motor turned off soon, and with that, Joon stood up and walked towards the entry door. He could sense Hoseok and Jin watching him do so.

The cold air hit him; it was still snowing outside, and the strong storm didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. While the nice, snowy Christmas was, in his opinion, superior to the wet, muddy one, it could be dangerous when driving. Knowing so, he watched Yoongi walking towards the entrance, his coat already covered in snow after only a few seconds of being outside. One of his hands was behind his back, seemingly clutching the palm of the omega.

Oh, but the small omega.

His breath hitched in his throat when he could smell her - the sweet, peach-like scent mixed with rose blooms was really nice, but it was covered by the stench of a rotting fruit. She was afraid, anxious, and worried, and the alpha inside of him felt the overwhelming need to keep her safe and secure.

Her hair and scarf covered most of her face, her eyes downcast as she clutched Yoongi's right hand, softly pattering behind him through the shoveled pathway. Jimin closed the garage doors and followed soon after.

Yoongi made short eye contact with Namjoon, only to pull the girl closer to the doors. Stepping out of the way, the alpha addressed her scent, sniffing the top of her head slightly - a traditional way to show she was welcome and allowed to come inside of their packhouse. Her big eyes were still filled with tears, playing with his feelings.

„Hello, what's your name?” Bending to see her face better they stood close to the doors while Jimin and Yoongi started to remove their boots and coats, placing away the plastic bags. Lifting up her chin to place it over the nice thick scarf she wore, she opened her soft lips to speak.

„L/N F-F/N..” the omega mumbled softly, sniffling at the end. The pack alpha was tempted to coo loudly, but held back for now.

„Alright, my name is Kim Namjoon, I'm the pack alpha... What happened hm?” She looked away, with her hands in the pocket, unconsciously bearing her neck just the slightest. When he didn't get an answer, he lifted his hand and softly caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

„It's okay, don't worry. We will help, yea? Come on, let's get your coat off and eat some dinner, okay?” only receiving a soft mumbled yea, the small omega shakily started to untie her gray scarf, the pack alpha helping her when she started to fumble with it. Softly petting her hair when he noticed the way her chin shook and how her nose was soft pink, her cheeks and eyes red and slightly swollen.

„There, there. It's okay now.“ he couldn't hold back the soft coo at the end of the sentence, watching closely when she unzipped her jacket, taking it from her and hanging it up on a free hanger. Helping her step out of the untied boots, he placed them close to the heater so they would dry up.

Yoongi poked his head through the door to the living room, looking at the omega for a second. Left in a pair of loose fit pants and a oversized pink hoodie with white socks, standing close to Namjoon seemingly worried just as she was back in the mall.

„Let's go eat now. Is japchae okay kitty? Jin made you a plate already come on.” he watched as her eyes grew wider for a second, big and bright, still glossy with few tears. „It-It's okay al-pha..” she softly mumbled, slowly walking towards his outstretched hand. Once she was close enough, he took her own and softly squeezed before pulling her after him.

Namjoon went after them, noticing the footprints left by her. While he thought it was quite cute with how she pattered after his packmate like a little pup, the thought of her feet being wet and cold pushed his instincts once again.

Leading her through the big living room, and towards the right where a big table was, with already most of the pack members close by, preparing for the meal and helping around. Just as she entered the living room, all 4 heads shot up at her scent.

Jin was the first one to move, placing the glass carafe down on the table and wiping his hands quickly, before he made his way to their direction. While Yoongi was still softly pulling her along, she notably stiffened up and slowed down, pretty much stopping her movements if it weren't for Namjoon softly patting her back, encouraging her to move forward.

„Hi F/N, I'm Seokjin, but you can just call me Jin okay? How are you?” his soft gaze was kept on her as she shuffled in her spot, before answering in a quiet voice. „It's nice to m-meet you Jin... I'm we-ll, thank you..” avoiding his gaze, she let Yoongi once again pull her along towards the seat near the head of the table.

Jumping in, Hobi was quick to pull out her chair, helping her take a seat and softly ruffling her hair. „There you go.. do you like juice? We have um.. I think we have orange and apple, maybe even peach one. Would you like some?” Looking up at the bright, smily man the small girl unsurely nodded, turning her head towards the pack alpha for approval. She didn't want to overstep her boundaries. Smiling with his dimples showing, he nodded easily while he poured himself a glass of water.

Meanwhile Jungkook, already a step further, looked through the fridge. „Yea, we have a really tasty peach one, I think you would like that one,” he said as he pulled out the chilled glass bottle, opening it „it's from a farm that's at the outskirts of Seoul. Here, let me pour you a glass.”

„Look at the back for the ingredients, we should be careful with those.” Said Jimin while he pulled out clean cuttlery from a drawer. Omegas were known to be very sensitive in general with pretty much anything - food, sicknesses, air pressure and temperatures and noise and a lot more. A stomachache was not what they wanted to happen.

Turning the bottle and reading the ingredients, Jimin soon looked over his shoulder and too studied them. Once reading over the four -pure white peach extract, water, sugar and vitamin C, they deemed it safe enough, pouring the meek omega a tall glass.

Thanking and slightly bowing in her seat, she took a small sip, and once her expression seemed a bit lighter and satisfied with the taste, the youngest alpha sighed out, patting her head. Taking a seat opposite to her, next to Hobi, he started to serve himself a plate of japchae.

The omega's plate was already filled long ago by the pack alpha, who handed her his cuttlery, getting himself a different set when he noticed she didn't have any at her place.

Just as she was going to dig in after another approval nod, with Yoongi on her left side, she heard another pair of footsteps. Another man, with slightly damp hair entered the living room, pulling out another chair and taking a seat with his eyes still slightly closed, only to have them shot open suddenly, focused on her.

„Why is the omega crying?”

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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.

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linos-luna · 1 year

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3am ❣️

Namjoon (RM) x Fem!Reader

(Quick fic)

Warnings: pure filth with little plot, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), ddlg, light fingering, heavy making out

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You slept peacefully, laying on you back with your arms on each side next to your head. It was nearly 3am and you had fallen asleep while waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He had a tendency to overwork himself.

Namjoon came into the bedroom quietly, noticing your sleeping form on the bed. It had been a long, stressful day and he needed some relief.

Namjoon watched as you slept before slowly pulling the covers down to reveal that you were weren’t wearing pants. Only your silky purple panties.

Namjoon smiled deviously as he started rubbing your panties, the silky material soon getting increasingly wet.

Your boyfriend spread your legs as wide as he could while kissing your inner thighs. He soon focused in on your core.

He continued kissing you over your panties before sliding your them off and stuffing it in his sweater pocket. Namjoon then moved your legs over his shoulders as he started kissing at your bare cunt. This caused you to twitch a little and moan softly in your sleep.

Namjoon loved this and continued kissing and sucking at your cunt.

“Daddy…” you moaned softly while your hips twitched. You were barely half awake.

“You want more, babygirl?” Namjoon whispered.

“more daddy…” you muttered, seemingly still asleep.

Namjoon smirked and continued eating you out. You woke up as your hips stuttered and you came.

You whined as Namjoon licked up your essence, grabbing his hair and pulling due to the overstimulation.

“D-daddy?” You stutter. “Daddy what are you doing?!”

“Hi babygirl.” Namjoon said, looking up at you. “Just relax, you’re doing so good for me.”

You throw your head back as he rubs your clit and crawls over you. He quickly discards of his pants and boxers before teasing you with his hard cock, making you moan and squirm some more.

“What do you want, babygirl?” He teased. “You want daddy’s cock?”

“Y-yes!” You gasp.

“Yes what, babygirl?”

“Yes daddy! I want daddy’s cock!” You cry out.

Namjoon sloppily makes out with you before completely thrusting into your wet cunt. He practically swallowed your moans as you tasted your essence on his lips.

His lips were so addicting and you kept pulling him close to get more, whining when he would pull away.

“So fuckin greedy…” he grunts while pounding into you, instantly hitting that sweet spot. “Just my greedy little girl…”

You whined as the bed frame hit the wall. Your eyes rolled back as you gripped the sheets. There was no “making love” here. This was pure fucking. He fucked all his frustrations into you and you couldn’t help making the most pornographic moans.

Soon he came and you did the same soon after with the moan of his name. As you lay there trying to catch your breath, Namjoon laid next to you and held you tight.

“Thank you, babygirl… I needed that.” He said as he kissed your forehead.

“Anything for you, daddy…”

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Just a quicky. Not proofread 😅

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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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sona-verse01 · 1 year

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BTS

Kiss you in front of other members

Category: MTL 🌠

Genre: Fluff 💐

Pairing: idol!BF x gn reader

Request: No

Warning: Kisses, (lmk if there are more)

Disclaimer:

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* Pictures & divider used in this post are not mine. Only moodboard is made by me.

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MOST

Jimin

It's obvious for him to be 1st here. He flirts with Armies & his members as well.

He will kiss u randomly, when you are just talking to him (in front of other members).

He needs no reason to kiss to you.

Taehyung (V)

Reason - same as Jimin (no shame in front of members).

He will definitely kiss you even when he is on live.

Gets annoying glares from members, but he gives 0 damn.

Namjoon (RM)

This man's existence screams dominance.

Doesn't matter what you are doing, he will kiss you whenever he feels like it.

Members don't even care at this point.

Hoseok (J-hope)

He is a walking-talking ball of sunshine.

So yeah, that's enough for him to kiss you, just to see you smiling shyly.

Definitely receives groans from maknae line.

Jungkook (Jk)

Though he looks pretty dominant, he is still the maknae of the group.

He often gets shy, while kissing you. (Also scared of Jin's rap).

So he prefers kissing your forehead more in front of members.

Yoongi (Suga)

This lazy cat will not kiss u in front of anyone, I bet ur a$$ here.

Might just hold hands or something small. But, kiss is a big NO.

But, may or may not touch your feet under the table.

Jin

Do we even need to know the reason for not kissing u in front of members.

He is the oldest. He might think that kissing in front of members is not good for maknaes. (Since they are his not so innocent children).

Holding hands & light hugs are completely fine though.

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yeonkimintakecare · 4 months

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Cheap Vacations

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader; Angsty Fluff

Summary: You've been in recovery for awhile now, and you're so tired of the people around you coddling you. You ask your boyfriend to come with you on a spontaneous trip, but will he end up disappointing you?

Author's Note: This is based of the song Cheap Vacations by Tobi Lou. He's my second favorite artist after BTS, and I was really depressed in 2020 and I was listening to a lot of sad music. But the song is really good!!! So I suggest listening to the before, during, or after.

Warnings: reader in recovery for a prescription addiction, lot of talk about recovery and mental illness, pretty angsty.

You sit at the window looking at the planes. You look down at your phone to check the time. Your plane to Greece was leaving in 30 minutes. You booked it a week ago when you got home for you and your boyfriend. But he still wasn’t here.

Where is he?! You think to yourself. You told him to be early to the airport but he still wasn’t here. If he’s late you don’t know what you’ll do. Your hands start to shake while you think about getting onto the plane alone. What I would do for a Xanax right now.

You check the time again, just as you pick up your phone it starts to ring. You immediately pick up.

“Namjoon, where are you?” You whisper scream into your phone.

“Baby, I’m not coming.” He said calmly.

“What do you mean? I can’t get onto the plane alone. I need you here with me.” You say starting to tear up and your voice starts to break. Your body starts to shake and you feel the knot in your stomach turn into a rock. You feel weighted down and you feel as though you are about to start sinking into the ground.

“Baby you didn’t ask me if I even wanted to go.” You could hear the guilt in his voice.

“It was supposed to be romantic.” You say weakly. You didn’t understand why he didn’t want to do this with you. To be honest, the break was much needed. Everything in life was always so overwhelming and you just needed some time to take a breath with the love of your life. You needed something new in your life.

“I also don’t think that you should go on this trip. ____, you just got out of rehab. I don’t think that going on a plane, which you find extremely stressful, in a country that doesn’t speak your native language, is a good idea. I missed you so much, can’t we just take a trip here?”

You understood where he was coming from. You had a really rough eight months in rehab to get better. And you were, better that is.

“I just need to get away. I need to get away from everybody treating me like a baby. I need something new for awhile. I want to find a new high. A different high that healthy for me. I just wanted to get a breath of fresh air with you, and when I saw the tickets to Greece I thought it would be good for us. I didn’t get to have alone time with you for eight months and I just wanted to go on this trip. I got a window seat for you and I needed you. I feel like absolute shit all the time and like I'm disappointing everybody all the time. I just wanted to be in a new place with people that don't know me or what I've done.” You sob into the phone. You hated flying alone, your anxiety made it impossible to not have a panic attack on the plane.

“Baby-“ Namjoon begins to speak, but is cut off by the speaker announcing the boarding for your flight.

“I don’t care whether you come or not. I’m going. I need this, and I had hoped you would’ve been here with me, but you weren’t. So I’ll do it on my own. My therapist taught me to be independent, so that’s what I’m going to do.” You say trying to convince him, as well as yourself. “I love you and I’ll contact you when I land. We can talk about how we are going to continue when I get home.”

You end the call and grab your bag and get into the line. You feel yourself starting to shake but you begin to breathe in and out. You didn’t need the Xanax or the Kolonopin. You didn’t do that anymore. You think back to Dr. Rall’s advice and instead of dwelling on all the bad thing, you distract yourself with the good things. While it didn’t cure your state of being, it helped you feel a little more comfortable. You board the plane and sit in your seat, looking at the empty seat next you and you feel the tears welling in your eyes.

Your sadness is interrupted when by a familiar voice.

“I believe that is my seat.”

You look up to see Namjoon with his bag. You smile but tears are still falling. He takes his seat next to you and grabs your hand.

“I thought you weren’t coming…” you say quietly.

“I was already through the check in, but I was hesitant. I wasn’t sure if you were doing this for the right reasons. I had to make sure it wasn’t manic decision. But what you said on the phone. It broke my heart. I’m sorry you feel over crowded, it’s the last thing you need right now.” He said while he grabbed your hand. You see his eyes tear up a bit as well.

You feel comforted while he rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. “I love you and if you need me, I’ll always be there.” He rests his forehead against yours. You stay there for a bit until you are told you have to buckle up and you both are pulled from your little world.

You both take out your own book to read and you share headphones. At first it was rough, but he held your hand again and eventually, using your breathing exercises and stress techniques to calm yourself down. Eventually the eventful morning catches up with you and you feel your eyes become heavy.

You fall asleep at peace with your head on Namjoon’s shoulder. He smiles when he sees the smile on your face. It reminded him of what you were like before the addiction and stress. He loved you then, and he loves you now.

No matter what struggles you went through, he would always be there for you.

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abcdefgiloveyoongi · 10 months

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You wanting to break up as a joke.

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tinylint · 2 years

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BTS Reactions - you keep getting disappointed by your dates and they are your best friend but secretly want to date you

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Jin

You could not believe how sloshed your date was, he’d arrived to your date already buzzed and had already ordered 3 drinks since you two sat down to dinner. You told yourself you could handle it just fine but he started getting handsy, was not understanding the word no, and was significantly stronger than you.

You texted your best friend for a rescue, he lived just around the corner and you were pretty sure he was home tonight. You just had to keep the man in public until Jin arrived. Surely he wouldn’t do anything too unseemly in plain view of the rest of the restaurant?

‘SOS. Date is drunk and getting handsy. Can you rescue me? At the bar around the corner from your place.’

You tried to be discreet about sending the text and then realized it didn’t so much matter because your date was much more focused on your cleavage than on what your hands were doing.

Not 5 minutes later your date looked behind you and said “Wow that guy looks mad, wonder what’s wrong with him?”

That’s when you knew Jin had arrived. You turned around and you honestly had never seen Jin that mad, it was almost frightening.

Your dates amused face fell as soon as Jin stopped at your table and started shouting at him.

“What kind of absolute douchebag gets this drunk on a first date and tries to force himself on a woman? Well I guess that’s a hypothetical question because the answer is obviously you. You shitfaced jackass. You don’t deserve to look at this woman let alone have your hands all over her!”

Jin’s words tumbled out quickly as he grabbed your date by the lapels, pulled him up, and repetitively poked him in the sternum.

“Who the hell are you?” Your date slurred out in confusion.

“I’m her best friend and man you better be grateful we’re in public or I’d be beating the absolute shit out of you,” Jin towered over my date and then a beat later looked at me, his face melting only slightly. “You okay Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m great now,” I said trying not to laugh at how quickly my situation had turned from being worried about my physical safety to watching my best friend just verbally clobber this asshat of a man.

Unfortunately my reaction seemed to give my date some defiant courage and he tried to get back in Jin’s face (even though he was at least 4 inches shorter than him…). “Who are you to come and save Y/N? You’re just her friend, trying to be her boyfriend huh?”

You could tell that your date thought that would be a blow to Jin’s ego. The truth is you’d always wanted Jin to be your boyfriend, but he’d never shown interest in dating in general. You almost wondered if he was gay or asexual or something, he just seemed oblivious to it all.

“Maybe I am trying to be her boyfriend! What’s it to you!? You can bet that if I was her boyfriend I would never get drunk and try to get up on her without consent so I’ve got that over you.”

You gasped after the first sentence. Was he being honest or was he just trying to get in your date’s mind?

“Y/N, let’s go. This douche shouldn’t take up any more of our time,” he faced you while opening his wallet then threw some bills on the table. “This should cover your dinner and a cab home. You are not fit to drive dude.”

You stood up and followed Jin out the restaurant, incredibly aware of how many eyes were on you after his loud altercation. Even though he was still mad he bowed to the staff and apologized for the scene even though some of them even voiced their support for what he’d done.

You let a few moments pass while you walked on the sidewalk together before you asked your question.

“Did you really mean that? That you’re trying to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes!” Jin exclaimed, still sounding angry. “I can’t watch you date any more idiots! I’ve wanted to date you for months and I just keep hearing about all the dates you have with these absolute asshats and I can’t take it anymore! I would treat you so much better than that!” His indignant rage didn’t lessen through his whole speech though his lips did get more pouty, especially as he talked about how he would treat you.

“Well,” you said, grabbing his hand, “you’ve definitely tried hard enough. Jin will you be my boyfriend?” You smiled up at him.

He continued to pout at you but his gaze definitely softened. “It’s about time you asked.”

You were on your third date with a man who seemed promising. He had even asked you to go dancing to your favorite club! Things were looking up for the first time in a long string of bad dates.

Until.

After a drink or two and about 20 minutes of dancing you went to the bathroom. You came back to find your date dancing, nay grinding, on another woman. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and waved to him to try to get his attention. He saw you, ignored you, and went back to dancing with the other woman.

Seriously? You finally thought you’d found a good one and this is what happened? Just then you got a text from your best friend, RM.

‘How’s the date going? Isn’t the third good date the one where you get lucky? 😘😉’

You texted back quickly.

‘Well it would be if my date hadn’t ditched me after 20 minutes and is now blatantly ignoring me while grinding on another woman 🙄😩🙃’

‘What!?’

His reply was almost instantaneous.

‘Where are you? Did he drive you? I’ll come and get you.’

You were a little surprised at his insistence on coming to get you. It’s not like he could drive you anyway, not having a drivers license and all…

‘No I’m fine Joon I promise! I’ll just take an Uber myself.’

‘Take an Uber yourself my ass, I’m at a cafe literally around the corner anyway.’

You resigned yourself to wait for him, honestly you weren’t looking forward to a car ride home all alone after such a disappointment.

‘Alright fine, but only because I don’t want to sit in a car by myself after being rejected so obviously 😭’

You sat at the bar near the entrance so you could see Namjoon as soon as he walked in and could get out of there.

Namjoon walked in a few minutes later and he was seething mad. You had honestly never seen him this mad, you’d never even really seen him anything other than lightly frustrated. This was a whole new side to him and you had to admit it was kind of hot. He saw you quickly and walked over.

“Where is he? Which idiot did this?” He asked gruffly, looking around the dance floor as if he could spot him on his own without knowing what he looked like.

“Joon no, don’t worry about it let’s just leave.”

Namjoon’s eyes darted toward you and darkened, “I’m not leaving until I give this guy a piece of…well…something.”

Your eyes widened and you weren’t sure what you could do other than point toward your date and the woman he had chosen to ditch you for. “He’s over there, in the green jacket.”

Without a word Namjoon set off in the direction of your date and with his long legs had covered the length of the dance floor between them quickly. He grabbed your date’s shoulder, turned him around to face him, and punched him square in the face.

What!?!? Did Namjoon honestly just punch another man in the face? Kim Namjoon? Your decade-long best friend who has never gotten into a physical altercation in his life? Who cares for bonsai trees and bought baby shoes for his future child just because they looked cute?

You barely had any time to think because Namjoon was soon back at your side, holding your elbow and guiding you outside of the bar.

“Namjoon!” You finally exclaimed once exited the club. “You just punched someone! What the hell?”

“You bet I did, and that little weasel deserved it. I can’t believe he ditched someone as beautiful as you to dance with that blonde. Everything about her was obviously fake. And the way you look tonight?” Joon’s eyes flickered to you, looking you up and down very quickly and then shaking his head, “must be out of his damn mind.” He nearly muttered the last phrase under his breath.

You blushed deeply and suddenly were incredibly aware of Namjoon’s hand on your elbow. His warm strong hand that had just punched a man in your honor. Normally you didn’t condone violence or anything, and you never thought you wanted to be a maiden in distress, rescued by Prince Charming but suddenly…

“Namjoon can we stop a moment?”

Namjoon stopped and turned toward you.

“Where is this anger coming from? I’ve had bad dates before, this isn’t even necessarily the worst date I’ve had. Remember the comic book guy? He was awful!”

“I know I just…” Namjoon hesitated and then sighed. “I just can’t take it anymore. I can’t watch you date all these losers anymore when you deserve someone so much better. Someone who will actually pay attention to you and care about you and…”

“Well hell Namjoon I want that too! But until I find someone who wants to date me that’s as great as my best friend here I’m shit out of luck aren’t I? I just have to keep trying.”

“What if….” Namjoon started, “…what if you did date me?” His eyes looked at you shyly but earnestly.

You involuntarily gasped at the suggestion, not because it was a bad idea, but because it’s something you think you’d always wanted him to say but never knew it.

“Never mind, just a joke,” he stuttered out after hearing your reaction. He started to walk away.

“No! Joonie, I really hope that wasn’t a joke,” you stopped him and turned him around to face you. “Because I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” You smiled up at him. “So what do you say? Do you want to date me?”

He raised his eyes from the sidewalk slowly to meet yours, shyly meeting your gaze.

“Yeah,” he said, a smile slowly spreading on his face, “yeah I really do.”

You got on your tiptoes, put your hands on his broad shoulders and smiled at him.

“Well then come down here and kiss me you idiot.”

He smiled and leaned his head down just enough to meet your lips in the middle. Sweet and warm and soft, just liked they looked.

Suga

You cannot remember the last time you’d been this angry. Who did that douchebag think he was? You’d been in the middle of a perfectly fine argument (I mean, he was clearly losing but that’s not your fault) and he had the audacity to shake his finger in your face and belittle you?

‘You obviously don’t know what you’re talking about, I can’t believe you would have such an infantile opinion.’ He had honestly said that to your face! Not once stopping to realize that the “opinion” he was talking about was in fact a well-researched specialty from your masters degree. Like…where did this absolute douche canoe get off?

He had barely even finished his statement before you had stood right up and left, without any comment. Because if you did let yourself say anything you surely would have caused a scene and you weren’t really interested in that.

You angry walked halfway home until you realized you had to vent about this to someone or you would explode. You didn’t even have to think of who to call, within seconds you were calling Yoongi.

“What’s up Y/N, I thought you were on a date.”

“Oh I was about three minutes ago but he was so terrible I walked out in the middle of the date and am now power walking home. Fueled completely by rage.”

“Wow, I’ve got to hear about this. I love hearing about your rage. How close are you to my place?”

You look around you, you haven’t actually been paying great attention to where you were going in your rage walking and you weren’t so much walking toward your place as much as you should have been. But that did mean that you were now only a couple of block’s from Yoongi’s place.

“My sub-conscious must have been guiding me, somehow I am like two minutes from your apartment building.”

“Well then get the hell over here. I’ll have some shots ready, sounds like you might need them.

“Absolutely fucking right I will. Okay see you soon Yoongs.”

He ended the phone call with an unintelligible grunt. So wordy that Yoongi.

Soon I was in his kitchen, finishing my first shot and slamming the glass down so hard I was worried it would break.

“Whoa there Y/N, don’t take your anger out on my personal belongings!” Yoongi laughed. “Alright, tell me everything. I can’t wait to hear about this dude. I haven’t seen you this mad since you were in a conversation with a man telling you feminism was a government conspiracy.”

“Oh don’t you remind me about that guy, I don’t need to be any madder than I already am!”

I recounted the experience to Yoongi, recreating my date’s demeaning finger wag in my face to great effect.

Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together and his eyes widened in shock, “this dude knows this is the exact thing your fucking masters thesis was on right? Like he was aware you are a literal expert on the subject?”

“Oh he definitely knew! We had talked extensively about my masters degree and thesis on this wretched dating app before he asked me out.

“Wow. This guy’s a real treasure.” Yoongi poured us another round of shots.

I swallowed the second shot with a little less ease than the first, now that my anger was ebbing the drink burned a bit more.

“Ugh, Yoongi, will I ever find someone who isn’t an absolute dick? A man who is not intimidated by intelligence and confidence and feels like he needs to somehow prove himself when all he’s doing is proving that he is an idiot?”

“Well…” Yoongi started but didn’t finish. Instead he poured himself another shot and drank it quickly.

“Well what Yoongi? Ugh, are you going to tell me that I’ll never find one? There are just too many trash men out there. What the absolute hell do I do?”

“I was actually going to say,” Yoongi started again, not looking at me but staring instead into his empty shot glass, “what if you’ve already met him?”

“What do you mean? You’ve heard about all the men I’ve met in this horrible thing I get to call my dating life, which one of them have I overlooked?”

“Well maybe it’s not someone you met in your horrible dating life, maybe it’s just someone you’ve known for a long time. Someone who answers your calls at 11 PM on a Friday night because he was anxiously thinking about how your date was going and feeling equal parts horrible for hoping it went bad and jealous because it wasn’t him.”

You looked at Yoongi for a long time before answering. It took a moment for your now lightly buzzed brain to fully comprehend you had heard.

“I didn’t overlook you Yoongi. I assumed you weren’t interested. I assumed you would have let me know…” you faltered realizing you had put all the responsibility on him. Because the truth is you definitely hadn’t overlooked him. In fact when you first starting talking to Yoongi you had wanted him to ask you out. He didn’t, but you two had quickly become friends, the moment passed, and you tried to push the attractions to the back of your mind. Yoongi was too great of a guy to not have around just because you couldn’t stop feeling fluttered over his smile. But had you ever even really showed him that you wanted him to ask you out?

“Oh come on Y/N, you know I’m not great with words. I liked you from the beginning but you seemed so content and happy without a boyfriend, I figured you didn’t even want to date anyone. And then when you started downloading all those dating apps again we had been friends for too long for me to say anything about it.”

“Well,” you took the shot glass out of Yoonig’s hands and set it aside to try to get him to look at you, “will you ever imply that you know more about my masters thesis than I do? Or insist that feminism isn’t real? Or call me a communist?”

Yoongi laughed and finally looked you in the eyes, “Y/N you know I’d never do those things.”

“Well then you’re hired. You’ve officially been promoted from best friend that I secretly have feelings for to official boyfriend. Do you accept.”

Yoongi smiled, slid his hand behind your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Well kisses to be precise, quite a few in fact. The shots had really loosened him up and it turns out his tongue was just as talented as you’d always hoped, slipping in and out of your mouth and warming you more than the shots ever could have.

When he finally pulled away he leaned back in to the side of your face, breathing in your ear and then quietly growling, “I accept. Now let’s make up for lost time.”

JHope

You’d been stood up. Again. How did this keep happening? This was literally the third time in a row and this time you’d had to pay a hefty sum for parking before realizing your date was never coming. You couldn’t decide which you were madder about, being stood up or having to uselessly pay for parking. You texted your best friend JHope as soon as you realized what was happening. You always text JHope about your dates, especially ones that you had met online. He was always worried about your safety and had forced you to share your location with him and also required texts before and after dates and sometimes even during if he was particularly nervous. He was such a good friend, you’re not sure how you could have gotten through all these bad dates without him to talk to about it. If you’re being honest you probably wouldn’t be going through all these bad dates if he was interested in dating you. But it never felt like you two were on the same page about that and was it really worth it to ruin the best friendship you had ever had?

‘Stood up again. And I had to pay for parking this time 😩’

You quickly received many texts from him in succession

‘WHAT!? What the hell is wrong with these guys!?’

‘He should have to pay you back for the parking, what a dick.’

‘I mean seriously, this doesn’t even make sense.’

‘Come to my place and let’s have a way better time than you would have had with him.’

You smiled at his texts. Jhope was a vigorous texter but you could tell that he was particularly enraged by your situation and it always made you feel better when he responded in a protective way toward you. It was nice.

‘On my way. Do you have alcohol? I may want to get sloshed…’

The response came at lightning speed.

‘What a stupid question, I always have alcohol. And let’s not get too sloshed , he doesn’t deserve a hangover.’

Fair. He may have gotten mad quickly but he was always able to keep his head when he was mad.

Within 10 minutes you were exiting your Uber and walking up to his apartment building. You were still stewing over all the dates that had been standing you up, going over and over all the possible reasons it was happening.

As soon as JHope opened the front door you splurged into those stewing thoughts.

“What’s wrong with me? Do they come, see me, and then turn around to leave? Do they do it all as a sick joke, thinking it’s hilarious that I would ever think I’m in the same league as them? What am I doing wrong? Do I need to lose weight? What’s wrong with my face? Whe��”

JHope put his hand over your mouth after letting the first few negative thoughts tumble out. He pulled you in the door, closed it behind you, and pulled you into a hug, resting your head on his chest.

“Whoa whoa whoa. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. There is, however, definitely something wrong with these ridiculous so-called men who keep leading you on.”

You breathed a sigh of relief but were slightly embarrassed to have tears in your eyes.

“Then why does it keep happening? It just seems like at this point it must be me instead of them.”

JHope stayed silent for a moment and laid his head on top of yours. His big, warm hands lightly rubbed your back.

“You just keep choosing terrible men, that’s the only thing you’re doing wrong,” he lightly chuckled. “Any man who doesn’t want to date you is an absolute idiot.”

You laughed lightly, “But wouldn’t that also make you an idiot? Probably shouldn’t say such a strong blanket statement.”

Instead of laughing along with you, there was silence from JHope. And with your head on his chest you could hear his heart beating faster and faster.

“Well I’m…I’m definitely not an idiot.” JHope said slowly.

You pulled your head back quickly and looked at JHope eye to eye. With bated breath you managed to say “Do you want to date me?”

JHope let a beat of silence go by, you could see some slight fear in his eyes before he answered “Yes.”

You smiled widely. You can finally delete the apps. You can finally have a functioning relationship, because you know that a relationship with JHope will be full and happy and communicative. How could you not have a good romantic relationship with the best friend you’ve ever had. Especially when he’s as good looking as JHope.

“Well then why have you been letting me date all these duds when I could have been dating you all along?” You playfully flicked him on the chest.

Jhope’s smile was a slow one as he realized what you said likely meant.

“Hey Y/N, do you want to date me?” He formally asked.

“Absolutely I do.” You answered with a smirk.

Jhope’s eyes brightened. “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you suddenly got very nervous, the good kind. “Yes,” you answered with much less confidence than the previous question.

First JHope’s thumb swiped over your bottom lip, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips. As soon as he started to lean in you closed your eyes, mostly because you were nervous.

His lips were just as warm and soft as you��d always imagined. The kiss ended far too quickly for your tastes, and apparently he also regretted ending it because no more than half a second after you had separated he said “Can I kiss you again?”

You smiled, opening your eyes and seeing his beautiful face. Eyes still closed, eyebrows furrowed from the previous kiss.

“Please,” you responded, closing your eyes again and leaning back in.

Jimin

You knocked on Jimin’s door after yet another disastrous date. This time with a man who had claimed he was an entrepreneur when really he was just knee deep in an MLM. And when you’d refused to kiss him he’s gotten indignant and angry. You almost shut his damn hand in your car door. The nerve.

Jimin opened the door smiling when he saw you but then his face quickly fell, “Y/N! What are you doing here? Wait…aren’t you supposed to be on a date?”

“It was horrible Jimin! Another absolute dud!”

He stepped back and let you into his apartment. You were here often enough that you knew where to find a spoon and ice cream. Ice cream that was always your favorite flavor and you could tell he never touched and clearly was in his freezer just for you and nights like this.

Once you were settled on his comfy couch, leaning back, with your legs draped over his you told him all about the most recent terrible date. He gasped at all the right places and rolled his eyes at all the right places and dissed the dude at all the right places. Ugh. He was the perfect best friend. The perfect best friend who also happened to be uncomfortably beautiful. Sometimes it hurt just to look at him, like your eyes wouldn’t quite allow themselves to focus. But you were letting yourself get distracted.

“Well sounds like a real loser and aren’t you glad you didn’t spend more than one date to figure that out?” Jimin responded after hearing the whole dreary affair.

You sighed loudly, “I guess so. I’d just love to go on a date that wasn’t absolutely terrible for once.”

Jimin signaled for you to turn around so he play with your hair, which he knew relaxed you. You turned around and fought the urge to just fully lean back into his chest.

As he gathered your silky hair in his hands he said, “Y/N these men just don’t deserve you, they don’t deserve your attention and stress.”

“Oh Jimin you always say that. According to you no one deserves me! How will I ever find someone if they’re all beneath me?”

There were a few moments of silence while Jimin gently braided your hair before quietly saying “I’d like to deserve you.”

Thankfully you weren’t facing him, your eyes widened in shock and your cheeks blushed furiously. You didn’t know how to respond and accidentally left his confession lying out in the cold air.

“I just think, I mean I know, I would work hard for you and try my best to be the best boyfriend. I would always listen to you and take care of you and care about you and calm you down and…I would try so hard for you. You deserve someone who wants to try for you. I would do that.”

His speech brought tears to your eyes and you finally got the courage to turn around and face him.

“Oh no! Did I make you cry!? I didn’t mean to I just…” Jimin started but you stopped him before he could finish apologizing for being the absolute sweetest man on the planet.

“Shut up and kiss me Jimin.”

And so he did, a kiss that was fiercer than you expected for such a soft declaration. A kiss that implied a lot of patient waiting behind it. But you were so glad he had waited.

You’d just come home from the worst date in….well in at least the last couple of months. And that was a hard title to get. You’d been going on at least a date a week in the last 6 months, desperately trying to find a solid person and relationship. There had been a few okay dates, but wow, a lot of terrible ones. You tried to laugh off the bad ones but the past four or five have been so appalling that they just made you come home depressed.

So you did what you always do when you’re trying to process but you come home to an empty apartment and no one to talk to. You post about it on your insta stories. Sure it’s not the greatest way to do it but you always get lots of validation from your other friends about how men are terrible and that’s what you really wanted right now.

Well…that’s one of the things you wanted right now. But what you really, really wanted was something you didn’t like to admit even to yourself. You really wanted your best friend, Taehyung to see our insta story and finally realize that he wanted to date you so you could stop going out with all these schlucks. So after posting your story you checked every few minutes to see if he had seen it. About 10 minutes after posting you saw that he had viewed it. This gave you at least some satisfaction, but he didn’t even send a message about it. Dang.

You got in your sweats and decided to get on the couch, cuddle your dogs and watch your comfort show for the umpteenth time. About 10 minutes into the show there was a knock at the door. Who could be at your house at this hour? Your dogs were just as confused as you were and barked up a storm. But then you heard a “don’t worry it’s just me” come from behind the door.

Once your dogs heard V’s voice (they’re obsessed with V) they stopped barking and started whining, waiting for you impatiently to let him in. You opened the door to see V wearing a perplexed face.

“What the hell is up with all these terrible dates you’ve been having? I can’t stand it anymore Y/N!”

“You can’t stand it!? Look at me! I’m in my PJ’s watching Netflix while I should be out there getting sexed up by some beautiful man. But here we are.”

V pushed past you and into your house, “I couldn’t agree more.”

You closed the door and followed him as he made himself at home in your front room. You and V had been good friends for a while, long enough for your dogs to love him, long enough for him to know the layout of your kitchen cupboards and where you kept your extra blankets. And long enough for it to seem like perhaps the moment to try for anything other than friendship had passed.

V sat on the couch and looked at you with a determined look on his face. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

“We!?” You laughed at him, “since when are you suddenly part of this process?”

“Well I think I need to be part of this process, since you’re obviously not figuring it out. Sit down and let’s figure out how to find you a, what did you say? A beautiful man to sex you up?”

You laugh and sit next to V. “That’s the idea.”

“How about this for a brainstorm, let’s both write lists of the kind of man we think would be perfect for you and then compare them. You must have a defective list, which keeps landing you defective dates.” He pulls out his phone and motions for me to do the same.

You sigh loudly, “Fine.”

“Alright, three minutes and then we’ll swap lists.”

The three minutes were more or less agonizing. You wanted to be honest in my list it would it be painfully obvious that you were largely describing V? You decided to just throw caution to the wind and be honest. By the end your list mostly looked like a list of qualities you liked about him. Some of them even referred to specific experiences you’d had together. But you figured you’d be reading them out loud to each other, so you could self-edit to make it seem less like you were pining for him.

A beeper sounded.

“Time’s up! Hand your phone over!” V shouted with he voice of some kind of game show host.

My eyes widened, but before you could protest he’d grabbed your phone out of your hand and shoved his in yours.

It took you a moment to be able to effectively read anything on the screen because you were just freaking out about the fact that he was reading yours. But then your eyes glanced at the bottom of the list and you saw the last thing on his list.

‘Me’

Your eyes shot up to him. As soon as your eyes were on him he looked up at you.

“Did you read it already?”

“Not all of it, but I did catch a glimpse of the end.”

“Well? What do you think? Whose list do you think is better?” He asked trying to be suave but you knew him well enough to sense his nerves, waiting for your answer.

“I think both lists are the same. I was just describing you in my list V.”

He smiled, “I was hoping so. I couldn’t imagine you’d had an incident in an ice cream shop with anyone else quite as specific as the one you’d described here.”

There was an awkward silence while you both tried to decide what to say or do next.

“So…are you going to delete all those dating apps?” He asked, waving your phone in front of you.

“Absolutely, in fact, I’ll let you do the honors,” you bowed and gestured toward your phone, presenting it to him.

His eyes lit up with something like maniacal glee. “If I get the deleting honors, then I also get to read through your message threads on them. Just so I can know exactly who to compare myself to in the future. You know, to keep reminding you that you made the right choice dating me,” he quickly starts scrolling through the first dating app he finds.

You shriek and try to take the phone away from him but he has already starting reading out some particularly embarrassing flirty messages and you’re quickly laughing too hard to fight back. You decide to just give in. You lay your head on his shoulder while he scrolls. His free arm snakes around your shoulders and you wrap your arms around his waist, melting into his side.

“You really did write a good list V,” you closed your eyes and smiled, breathing in his scent and feeling relaxed for the first time in months.

Jungkook

You’re not really sure how you got yourself in this situation. You were on a second date with a guy you’d had misgivings about on your first date but you couldn’t point to anything concrete so you gave him the benefit of the doubt and accepted a second date.

40 minutes into the second date at a bar near your house and it was becoming obvious what your misgivings had been about. This guy was handsy, and while you were generally comfortable shutting men down your date was just drunk enough to not really understand that you were shutting him down and kept boxing you in, not letting you leave.

Just as you were about to flag down the bartender to help you out of your situation you saw a finger tapping on your date’s shoulder. What was happening?

You looked behind your date to see your lifelong best friend Jungkook. Wait, Jungkook? What was he doing here?

Your date turned around and looked at Jungkook, “What do you want?” He asked testily

“I want you to step away from Y/N and then walk your ass right out of this bar. I’ll even pay your tab for you, which based on the smell of your breath must be pretty high. Just get the hell out of here and keep your hands to yourself.” JK spoke evenly only thinly veiling his anger.

“Or what?”

Instead of answering, Jungkook kept his eyes on my date while grabbing a couple of walnuts from the bowl of nuts on the bar. He raised his hand in front of my date’s face and cracked the walnuts one-handed. “I don’t think you want to know the or what,” he glowered, his anger bubbling to the surface more obviously.,

My date looked at me, “Who does this guy think he is?”

I answered before Jungkook could get any angrier “he’s my best friend and I’d listen to him if I were you. And until you learn how to understand the word no please lose my number.”

After glancing between you and JK for a few seconds your date finally decided to give in and leave. “You’re a fat bitch anyway,” he murmured to me as he left. I had stand in front of JK to make sure he didn’t jump the guy.

“He’s not worth it Jungkook, I know I’m not a fat bitch. Just let him go.”

Once he’d left JK and I sat down at the bar. “What the heck are you doing here?” I asked him.

“I was just checking on you…you had told me you got bad vibes from this dude and honestly I didn’t trust him. I know you can take care of yourself and all but…”

“No, I’m glad you came JK. I like to think I can always take care of myself, but I was in a pretty tight situation there. I really needed you.” You looked at your best friend with grateful eyes. What would you do without him? Why couldn’t he just date you so you’d never have to have these bad dates again?

“I’m always here for you Y/N. I always have been and I always will be.” Jungkook put his hand on top of yours and looked in your eyes. It gave you just enough courage.

“Have you ever thought…have you ever considered…” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish your question.

“About whether we should date?” He finished, still looking at you earnestly.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve definitely thought about it. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I came here to check on you because I was at least a little bit jealous. Especially when you didn’t even have that great of a time with him on the first date. How can a douche like that get a second date when I can’t even bring myself to tell you how I feel?” Jungkook confessed too quickly for him to regret it.

“And I’d be lying if I said that I’ve often thought about how stupid it is that I have to try to date a bunch of terrible men when all I want to do is spend time with a perfect one like you.”

We both smiled at each other for a moment, those goofy smiles you get when something wonderful has happened and you can’t quite believe it yet.

“Do you want to go back to my place…for some ramen?” JK asked mischievously, with a boyish glint in his eye.

“Definitely,” I answered with a smile. “But can it also include actual ramen? Because I am honestly hungry,” I laughed nervously, in anticipation of the non-ramen eating activities he was suggesting.

“I guess we can eat some actual ramen first. It will give us the strength we need…” he winked, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the bar to what became the best first date of my life. And hopefully the last.

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lorenid · 1 year

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All Day

Genre: fluff, au

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning: none

Summary: You keep Namjoon company as he buys and builds furniture for his new apartment.

A/N: Got this idea after his apartment tour on RM ‘All Day’ Part 1, the cozy vibes were immaculate and I can’t believe we got to see something so personal. It's my first time writing about BTS and I enjoyed it a lot tbh.

“Aww thanks, it brings me a lot of joy to pick up furniture. I feel like in another life I could’ve been an interior designer.” You look up at him giving him a sincere smile, he greets the entrance guard introducing him to you and alerting him that if he saw you he could let you in anytime you needed.

“I would have hired you in a heartbeat.” He responds with a cheeky smile that makes his eyes look like daggers into your soul. Keep looking back at you to check that you are alright carrying the lightest box he gave to you because you refused to be empty handed.

“You know what this reminds me off?” You keep climbing the stairs to the first floor to the destination because Joon, as you call him, refuses to use the elevator for such a short distance going on about conserving electricity in simple ways.

“Pivooooot!” You say elongating the o sound and giggling at your own joke. Imitating Ross during the iconic couch scene from Friends. As you make a turn to the last few steps and he reaccomodates the boxes tightly in his arms, the weight enough to see the flex of his arm muscles.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” He pretends to be Chandler waving his arms around for comedic effect, waiting for your reaction because he thought he could have offended you but on the contrary you were laughing and he relaxes saking his head in disbelief that he just did that.

“Didn’t expect you to be a fan of Friends.” You wait behind him as he opens the door and he extends his arm as a signal to pass him by welcoming you.

“Oh yeah, I must confess that I learned English thanks to that show.” You met him on a exchange program college reunion as you both are international students. The program helps you adapt to the new environment with the comradery and companionship between locals and the group that stays for at least a year.

“That’s amazing, I learned English by reading romance books. My bestfriend harassed me into watching it just so we could discuss the episodes and don’t miss out on the references.” What better way to learn a new language than to just enjoying your favorite hobby.

“She’s a good friend then, I would have done the same thing. Actually tried with my roomates, but they ignored my persistent request.” You could imagine him forcing his friends to watch the sitcom and them pretending to enjoy it in order to shut him up.

“Oh right, your 6 roomates you talked to me about. That must have been very chaotic, do you feel at peace or lonely leaving by yourself now?” He leaves his shoes by the front door and you do the same keeping your socks on for comfort.

“A little bit of both, they became my family really quick because we used to see each other more than my actual family. But yeah I can’t lie that sometimes I wanted to run for the hills when they were making too much noise and I wanted to study or sleep. Sometimes I felt like an older brother or the dad of the group.” You think about the similarities because you are the therapist/mom of your girl-friends, even though they are far away you still try to talk to at least one of them everyday.

“I bet they’re missing you even more, maybe they’re thinking of transferring here at least for a year just to follow you around.” His expression changed from deep in thought to a lighter mood when you tried to lift his spirits.

“As much as I love them, I hope not because all of us are so attached that if we don’t take our own paths we would stay like Peter Pan and refuse to grow up.” He chuckles sitting down on the couch and motioning for you to do the same, you tuck your tote bag to the side and turn to face him.

“But the important thing is that you can count on them at the end of the day.” You attempt to highlight the positive side of the situation, not wanting him to dwell on the feeling of fear of how many things were changing in his life including getting a new place to live.

“Exactly, and now I also have you.” He looks at you with tenderness, a strand of his parted hair brushing his eye and you realize that he squeezed your hand because you couldn’t stop feeling the butterflies in your stomach and all you can do it’s nod and smile.

“Honestly I don’t know why you said you needed my help, even the stacks of books look like pieces of art.” You deflect by looking around the living room where he has a black marble coffee table, a couch and a love seat. As you entered the area you noticed several paintings on his walls and sculptures on shelves by the tv.

“You’re far too kind, also I trust you, your taste and your judgement. I could’ve ended up buying something crazy.” You blush and felt special that after such a short time of knowing each other he could feel comfortable.

“I mean you did almost buy a swing that hangs from the ceiling just because it reminded you of a park you went to once.” You give him a judgy look.

“It reminds me of my childhood, I’m still a little tempted to get it.” He lifts his arms in surrender just like a kid would react, and that melted your heart.

“No please, no. It’s a safety hazard and you can’t afford to not getting your album finished.” You stand your ground and scold him jokingly because you knew how hard he was working on his upcoming project. More often than not you texted him about classes or activities around campus and he always responded at ungodly hours. You got concerned about his health and he reassured you that he was taking time to rest between his crazy schedule.

“That’s true, by the way you should visit the studio sometime so I can show you some samples. I think you’ll enjoy it.” He brought the boxes and sat down on the floor in front of the couch to open them, reaching for a remote control to put on some R&B background music.

“I’ll be honored to judge your work, think of my opinions as valuable as the trash you forgot to take out this morning.” You say sitting down across him and pointing out to the bags sitting by the front of his door that never made it downstairs.

“Hey, I was in a hurry because I had to meet you and I looked like a complete mess when I woke up. I already know which song will be your favorite and I bet it’s the one that musicians tell me its their favorite” If this is how he looks after rushing you couldn’t imagine how he would look dressed up, his fashion sense exceeds the expectation of every boy you have seen. His classic white t-shirt that had you hyperventilating when he rolled the sleeves a little, jeans with dark and light blue patches and forest green jacket that he left on the perch.

“Well maybe next time you should consider me as a taste tester, like they do with food, for your future shenanigans.” You wink just to tease him a little and he smirks.

You’re a bit of a perfectionist, correction, a lot of a perfectionist. You help Joon in arranging the different sets of tools and screws he needed to assemble a bookshelf and a desk. While he reads the instruction manual that looked more complicated than the Biochemistry test you took before finally getting your bachelor’s degree. You can’t help but stare at his focused gaze through the glasses he put on figuring out what the demonstrative drawings meant. He has this duality of looking very intellectual and attractive at the same time, any time you try to explain his appeal to your friends they thought you spent too much time reading romance novels and made him one of your fictional boyfriends.

“Could you hand me the screwdriver, please?” You spend a few minutes like that hands brushing every time and you swear that he’s doing it purposely. In between handing things to him you inspected the titles of his books. Reading the spines, careful not to mess up the order and placement.

“You can take out whichever you want, I can sense your curiosity from here.” He notices that your eyes light up like a kid opening the presents under the Christmas tree.

“Sorry, I love books so much and I’m impressed that you have this many.” You mumble apologizing but feel better seeing his proud expression after you give him praise.

“I keep buying them even though I have less time to read these days.” He sighs, shaking his head and his perfectly styled hair sways to the side which is a habit you find adorable but are too afraid to tell him that.

“Bookworm struggles, I can relate. Carl Jung?” You pick up the book rasing an eyebrow at him because you were surprised to find something related to your current field of study. But then again you don’t doubt that he likes to learn new things constantly like you.

“Oh yeah, I’m revising it for some lyrics I want to include in my music. I just realized that this is another thing you could help me with, come be my teacher for a day or two to learn a few psychology theories.” He is literally speaking your love language.

“Don’t tempt me into making a beautiful powerpoint just for you ‘cause you know I will enjoy it and have it ready by tomorrow.” Is it possible to be academically flirting or am I just lame? You wondered but he seems to like your eagerness.

Taking out the book you start pacing around the living room reading it, dancing to the rhythm of the sensual music as he whispers/sings to himself. As time passes you have to re-read a few lines because you start fantasizing about the friendship with Joon turning into something more. Imagining the two of you moving in together, playing house like right now, decorating the apartment for Christmas, getting a pet, making your famous holiday themed chocolate chip cookies…

“What?” You catch him staring at you through your peripheral vision.

“Nothing.” His dragon eyes turned soft and you’re taken aback by his shyness, he’s usually very straightforward, especially giving you compliments or teasing you because he gets excited about how you’ll react.

“Oh I almost forgot, I bought something for you! I guess it counts as a housewarming gift.” You stop in your tracks and head towards your tote bag where you have cleverly hidden it.

“You didn’t have to.” He says while finally finishing his building project and setting them in the space you cleared out for him after making a pseudo blueprint of the area with doodles and estimated measurements in a piece of paper.

“I know, but it reminded me of you so I had to get it.” Now you’re the one staring as he lifts the desk and bookshelf effortlessly.

“What’s that scent? It makes me feel a bit nostalgic and I love it, let me light it.” You hand him the forest green candle poured in a black ceramic vase and he immediately smells it, going to the kitchen and grabbing a match.

“It’s very common for this season, pine and wood.” You shrug like it’s nothing special but it truly reminds you of his grounded, calm and warm personality. He puts it down at the center of the coffee table.

“Come here.” He opens his arms for a hug that he knows you can’t refuse because you have admitted to him before that he gives the best ones. He wraps his arms around you, placing his hands on your lower back, your head pressed to his chest and your arms on his upper back, hands on his shoulders. He sways you side to side like you are waltz dancing to the slow beat and if you could you would stay there forever.

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persphonesorchid · 10 months

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Orbiting Jupiter - KNJ || Teaser ||

Summary: Namjoon has never met someone like you in a long time. Jupiter to his Ganymede; he's stuck in your orbit.

Teaser Warnings: None (exact warnings will be on the official post, but there's none for the teaser )

Word Count: 771

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst (it's not much, promise :))

Notes: Just something I'm working on, which honestly is ending up way longer than I thought I would lol. I'm not sure when it'll be ready to post, but do keep your eye out for it! Hope you like the sneak peak! If you'd like to be tagged, lemmie know!

Full fic has been posted!: Read HERE

His eyes trail over the other patrons, everyone absorbed in their own worlds and conversations. The table he eyes quickly gets taken while he collects his iced Americano and he sighs softly, despite the amount of people in, he doesn’t want to leave yet, and the only available spot to sit comes with another person. Namjoon weighs his options. He could go outside, find a little park to sit in and drink his coffee, or he could risk it here, where someone has yet to pay him any mind. It’s been so long since he’s been able to walk freely, he knows he’ll miss it when he goes back through the front door.

So, with cautious steps, he walks over to the table with the only available seat.

“Excuse me...” Namjoon softly calls, briefly contemplating on tapping your shoulder; you’re reading a book, and he knows well how easily one can get lost in those. You look up though, the tiny furrow between your brows gives way to your confusion, as well as the little humming sound you make. “Sorry...do you mind if I...”

Namjoon motions to the chair across from you, and you look at it and then back to him for a few seconds before realization blooms in your eyes.

“Oh! No, of course...just...go ahead.” Your smile is pretty, Namjoon notes, and he realizes, as he thanks you and sits, that you recognise him. You stare at him in a knowing kind of way, and before Namjoon can up and leave, you simply smile the way you had before, as though he was any other stranger wanting to share your table. He watches with bated breath, trying to stay calm just in case, and you just go back to reading your book.

There’s no fanfare, no freaking out and drawing attention, or asking for a photo and too invasive questions. You don’t even look at him again. The sound of you flipping the pages of your book melds into the background noise of the space, and Namjoon finds it strange. He thanks his stars, though, he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth and risk losing his head.

“Can I... Is it okay if I ask for your number?” The words come tumbling out of his mouth before he can reel them in, and he’s standing there a little mortified. Namjoon always prides himself in being self-assured, but that same self-assurance leads him to putting his foot in his mouth sometimes and he says things without thinking first. It’s too late to pull the words back or act like he hadn’t asked because you’re blinking up at him, sitting a little straighter now in your seat.

You glance around, brows furrowed, “Are...are you sure?”

For the first time, it seems as though it just registered that you’re speaking to RM of BTS.

There’s a nervousness about you now, as you glance to the side, and Namjoon finds this strange. He’s not trying to sound like an ass thinking that many others would jump at the offer – or be bold enough to demand it first – it’s simply the truth.

He finds your consideration refreshing, though, and he waits patiently for you to make up your mind. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and Namjoon backtracks, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Namjoon says, putting up a hand. Despite who he is in the eyes of the public; he’s still a man. A man you’ve only spoken to for a half hour who’s now asking for your number, Namjoon would think very hard about it if he were in your shoes, too.

“I don’t meet a lot of people like you, and I thought it would be nice if we spoke often, but if that’s not cool, that’s okay.”

You shake your head, “No... it’s okay. I just...Are you sure? I don’t want to put you in any difficult spots, or myself for that matter...”

You’re surprisingly calm, looking more wary than anything else, and Namjoon takes that as a good sign. “I’m sure, don’t worry.” He smiles and pulls his phone out of the pocket of his jeans; he unlocks it with a press of his thumb and hands it over to you.

You fumble a little with the device, fingers tapping at the number pads quickly before handing it back to him. He shoots you a quick text, a simple ‘Hi :”)' before he was pocketing his phone again, waving and making his way out the café door.

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linos-luna · 1 year

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Jealousy 🔪

Jealous!Yandere!Namjoon x Reader

(Quick fic)

Warnings: spanking, yandere, toxic relationship, ddlg ?, cursing, 18+

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You were hanging out with your boyfriend and his friends at Hoseok’s house before he pulled you to another room and had you cornered. He was pissed.

“You like looking at other boys huh?” Namjoon said, pushing you into the wall.

“I wasn’t looking at him like that!” You yelled back.

“Don’t talk back to me!”

“Joon- !”

You were interrupted by a slap to the face. It stunned you. “J-joonie…?”

“I said no talking back…” he said while sitting on the bed. He patted his lap and you knew what that meant.

Tears were forming as you shook your head.

“Y/n. Now.”

“N-no joonie… I’m sorry…” you wept.

“Get over here. NOW”

You were already crying as you laid across his lap and he roughly pulled your pants and underwear down.

“No daddy, I’m sorry! I swear!” You cried out, not even caring who could hear outside.

Namjoon ignored you and spanked you. This first one stung. You did your best to stay quiet.

The next four should’ve been quick but Namjoon made it a point to prolong this while scolding you.

After he was done, you stood up and put your pants and underwear back on, wincing at the feeling of your stinging ass touching the fabric. Namjoon hits hard.

“I-I’m sorry Daddy…” you said while wiping your tears.

“Sorry for what babygirl?”

“F-for… for looking at Yoongi…” you replied with your head down.

“No… try again.”

“… for flirting with Yoongi…” you said, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“Okay baby. I forgive you.” Namjoon said as he got up and kissed your cheek. “You know I love you right?”

You nodded as he twirled your hair in his fingers.

“You know you’re my pretty girl?”

You nodded again, still looking down at your feet.

“You’re so precious to me.” He said with a sigh. “No other man is good for you, even my friends. You could be manipulated or hurt.”

This was definitely an ironic statement.

“Do you love me, babygirl?”

“Yes daddy.” You replied, still not looking up.

He cleaned the rest of your tears and took you by the arm. “Do you wanna go home now?”

You nodded and he led you out of the room. Standing right outside was Hoseok while the others were busy in the living room playing games. Hoseok only watched you with a brow raised.

“Alright guys. We got to get going.” Namjoon said while standing before his friends, still holding you by the arm, something Hoseok took notice of.

“Y/n is getting tired.” He said casually while looking at you. You nodded to confirm and your boyfriend started leading you out.

“Hey y/n.”

“Yeah?” You turned your head to see Hoseok walking to you, holding your purse. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine…. Thanks.” You replied while taking your bag and Namjoon forcefully led you out.

The others continued playing games while Hoseok sat down to think. He heard what happened in the bedroom. Well, some of it. And he didn’t like it…

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deepseavibez · 1 year

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Nerve_30 [E] || KNJ

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Nerve [Namjoon x Reader]

Prompt - @casnextdoor

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Part 30 - Finale [N]

Part 30 - Finale [E]

Part 30 - Finale [R]

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Genre - cheating; aftermath; husband au;

Summary - You would never expect it really. He’s doting. He’s sweet. He’s hardworking. But he’s forgotten his morals. Suspecting it is one thing, but when he confirms it, will you stay or walk away.

Warning - Cheating(Aftermath); Angst; Fluff (if you squint);

Word Count - 5.2k

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A/N - Okay so bear with me. By the end of this update you will already know whats going to go down.

I would like to state that I also rooted for a happy ending, by that definition we know that Namjoon and Y/n are still together. Update [N] was that happy ending.

The way I see it though, it's not the end of their story and its not going to be a bed of roses every single day from this point forward. [N] was essentially the Finale of this au, and from this update, [E], we are entering a new era in the Nerve Universe.

Should you wish to end it here, and not move on, or not read the rest of what happens during the night of Yuna's wedding, I completely understand. Because I do not expect everyone to agree with how I cultivate the events of this au, and that's okay.

But if you have made it this far, you understand, that I do not write for readers, I write for the story. There is still the big reveal and a lot more elements involved so I will cater for certain parts of the updates to be skipped if they are too triggering and uncomfortable.

But overall I would not have been at peace with putting up a half-assed attempt at a full circle of the MC always winning. Because we don't win. We as MC's of our lives, if we win its a win, but if we don't its a lesson and we move forward with what we have. We fight. We have to.

Thank you for being with me up till this point and if you continue forward... all the better. 💕

Much love and appreciation.

xx Dee

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The night waned on, so did the guests, as the wedding festivities died down. All the catering tables were cleared, even the dessert table. The linens, place settings and banquet tables stowed away by staff.

While you waited for Seon-ho’s company to reclaim their equipment, the band and security teams took full advantage by taking silly photos – photos that would carry treasured memories.

You wanted Yuna to have a grand goodbye so to speak, where all the guests traditionally gathered outside the door and watched the bride and groom drive away, but she insisted on it being intimate, with the few people that mattered – Kenta was not opposed.

Surprisingly, you spent most of the last two hours on the dancefloor, your last partner being the bride, herself. Yuna was never one for tradition in any case.

‘Come on, y/n.’ She pulled you forward by both arms and pushed out again. ‘Consider it our last dance.’

You giggled as you followed her lead. ‘I don’t even think we’ve had a first.’

‘Not true,’ she curled herself into your body and spun out again, ‘we’ve had dance parties to Cyndi Lauper.’

Immediately you both freeze, smile on eye contact and yell in unison. ‘Oh girls just wanna have fu-un, oh girls just wanna have… fuuunnn!’

The small crowd turned to look at you as you broke out into a mini dance party, singing offkey and Hoseok aided by actually playing the song. In the midst of your antics, you caught the eye of Kenta and Namjoon, who stood together and watched you both be crazy and carefree.

‘Fuck this! Y/n! I am going to miss you!’ Yuna exclaimed when the song ended. She swung her arms around you and held you close.

You would too. ‘It’s not too late, we can elope.’

Yuna hummed, speaking loud enough to tease your husbands. ‘Leave Kenta and Namjoon to keep each other company.’

The males in question raised their brows at your gall, but you both smiled wide and unrepentant.

‘Something tells me,’ you started, softer this time, for Yuna’s ears alone, ‘there’s no place on Earth you could disappear to, that Kenta wouldn’t tear apart to find you.’

Her fingers folded between yours, keeping you close as an understanding passed between you. ‘Namjoon is no bodyguard, and he may be more civilized than Kenta,’ she said pointedly, ‘but I’d rather not imagine what would happen if his heart was ripped in two.’

Something inside you protested at the mental image. Any potential pain your husband could possibly go through, would hurt you ten times over. How you could feel so viscerally protective after such a big betrayal was beyond you – but you knew it to be true. Nonetheless you sported a bemused expression. ‘Yuna Mei, are you growing soft? For Kim Namjoon of all people.’

‘It was bound to happen someday,’ she grumbled. You hid your smile.

‘Can I load the cake?’ Jin sidled up to the two of you.

‘Oh hell yes, that cake was divine,’ Yuna exclaimed.

‘Yes, please.’ You offered him a grateful smile. Safe to say the cake fiasco worked out in the end.

‘Y/n,’ Zwahn walked over when Jin was on his way, as the rest of the security team stood in a huddle not so far behind him for an impromptu meeting. ‘We’re gonna have to split up for now. Is it cool if Kiri and I follow Ken and Yuna home, and Yeon and Xan will tail you and Namjoon?’

It was a no brainer. ‘That’s fine. And listen, get Kiri to load up their change of clothes.’ It seemed that a second dress wasn’t necessary after all.

When he worked out the specifics of which cars would be taken, Zwahn went back to relay the plans and you turned to Yuna.

Your best friend’s eyes were downcast. You tugged at the hand you held to get her attention. She still wouldn’t look up, or say anything – so you let her be. Before long, she slowly swung your arms back and forth. ‘Promise me something.’

You answered instinctively. ‘Anything.’

‘We have not been tested with distance before. This here,’ she held up your interlocked fingers, ‘this is ours. It has to stay.’ She finally looked up at you, her red rimmed eyes saying more than words, ‘Promise me.’

You suddenly had difficulty swallowing. This was it. This was the reality of it. She was as terrified as you, that things would change.

‘I think,’ you covered her hand with yours, ‘that we’re above the antiquated, time and distance fucking up a friendship thing. But things are going to change.’ It was an undeniable truth, a fact of life where acceptance was the only option. ‘I mean we’re both married now.’ You licked your lips. ‘I prefer to believe that any changes we have to deal with, will be for the better… or,’ you gave her hand a little squeeze, ‘we deal with it together.’

Yuna’s lower lip trembled. ‘I’ve never needed to second guess anything, y/n.’ She bit her lip and kept her emotions in check ‘Not my texts, not words or my thoughts. We’ve been through our Lana Del Ray’s and Harley Quinn’s and I know, I know I can get through life on my own with my husband. I’m strong like that. We’re strong like that. And they’re not hard to lean on.’ She offered a knowing smirk, so many ways that Namjoon and Kenta had ‘fixed’ things and solved problems, pillars of strength in your lives. ‘But knowing I have you there, knowing I can call you at anytime, and that I’m really not alone, even if on my worst day I feel like I am, I know I still have you, that makes life…’ you watched her contemplate as she mulled over her word usage, ‘... doable. It makes life worth sticking around for.’

A delicate warmth encased your heart and you felt the corners of your mouth turn up. ‘Your writer brain is showing.’ She scoffed and shoved at you lightly. ‘No seriously, that needs to be used in one of your movies.’

‘Bitch,’ she smirked, as she swiped at her eye.

The teasing had to happen, or you would burst into tears and after the night you’d had, you know you wouldn’t stop.

You tightened your hold on her hand. ‘There is nothing that can truly change us. If it’s about time, we wait. If it’s about distance, we can make it work. But as long as it’s us, the two of us, we can make it work. We will always make our friendship work.’

The emotions on her face mirrored your own, and you didn’t want to feel so much, because it had to come out, or in this case explode, so you switched up the conversation. ‘When you’re pregnant you have to come back home.’

She shot you an incredulous look. ‘I’ll be back as soon as the movie is done.’

No, you won’t. ‘I know that’s the plan.’ You pushed your selfishness aside. ‘But wherever life takes you, when you’re having your babies… come back home. Because there is no way my goddaughter is growing up without me.’ It was not up for discussion. Yuna’s babies would be yours to love and protect, much like how their father had protected you. And you knew she wanted a girl, just as she knew you had always wanted a boy first. Whispers of name lists and their meanings, the number of kids, the types of families you’d want and how you would raise them… all remnants of a simpler time.

Yuna didn’t even contest your demand. ‘You’ll spoil her.’

Your eyebrows shot up. ‘Double standards.’

‘I’m the crazy one, remember.’ She replied, unfazed. ‘I have every right to corrupt your son. You need to teach them how to pay taxes and run companies and how to sneak out of the house after hours,’ her knowing smirk brought back memories. ‘You know, pass security without tripping the alarm.’

You shot her a cheeky smile. ‘I did do pretty well for myself back then.’

‘True, true, but you also didn’t have to contend with Kenta until you started working at the company.’

You purse your lips. ‘Fuck, it’s going to be hard to get around him.’

You remember how Kenta was when you wanted to see Namjoon. Trying to get him to lower his guard and trust that it was what you wanted was a rough patch that was hard to maneuver. If it was a mistake it had to be your mistake.

And you couldn’t truly be mad at Kenta – he only ever wanted what was best for you.

‘Eh,’ you shrugged, ‘I’ll make it work. And if we get caught --,’ you narrowed your gaze mysteriously and lifted your chin, looking down your nose at her like a dramatic movie heroine, ‘may the odds be ever in our favor.’

Yuna let out an unladylike snort. ‘You’re so goofy.’

You reveled in your ability to make her smile and turned over the conversation to a more serious note. ‘If anything, getting caught will prove just how wonderful their father is.’

Yuna’s forehead creased. ‘Speaking of father’s… about earlier… I want to apologize… I was out of line…’

‘No.’ You shook your head and squeezed her hands. ‘You weren’t. I would have done the same thing.’ Your lip quirked up on one end. ‘Sung is right over there,’ you pointed past your bodies to the music set up, where your mom was with Hobi. ‘You know, if you wanna apologize yourself.’

‘I would rather chew on glass.’

You sniggered at the disgusted expression on her face.

‘You did good Kim Y/n.’

You shot her a confused look.

Her knowing smile made you feel… understood. ‘You didn’t think I would walk back inside and not listen in, would you?’ She pointed to the second-floor landing, the windows up there giving a clear view for the parking lot.

‘Of course, you did.’ You sighed, closing your eyes and dropping your head back, because you would expect nothing less. And Kenta wouldn’t pass up the opportunity either. Sneaks.

Her hand curled around your waist and pulled you close for a side hug. ‘I’m so proud of you.’

You basked in her love for you – feeling it truly. It was nice. To feel this happy. To feel this free.

‘You’re a badass, Y/n. You are strong, and you have a heart so undeserving of the pain it’s had to go through… you have every right to be happy.’

You swallowed hard to keep surface level tears at bay, and you really tried not to let them bubble up and leave your eyes… but as you pulled her in for a tight hug, two of them spilled over anyway. It was rare for you to be left speechless, but in all actuality, how could you even attempt to top that?

You weren’t sure what to feel. Not in this specific moment in time. Conflicted, because you had done her wrong by not trusting her with one of your biggest secrets. Angry, that the same secret had caused such a complication that you even had to hide something from her. But Yuna Mei had forever been a sudden calmness that promised a better day, a warmth that felt like sunshine in your chest, and at the best of times, peace was your own silence, and space was for you alone and your whole world could be crumbling into pieces… but Yuna just made sense. That love, you know which one, that feeling where you think you will always love more than the next person, you will always give more, feel more… yeah… she gave you that, she drowned the doubts and eviscerated any unwanted questions, she just was… Yuna fed you so much love that you knew you were not only filled but overflowing.

And maybe too much love and too many types of love and the word love was being thrown around so loosely, but what other word did you have for it and really what more could you ask for – other than another human being in a fucked-up world wanting nothing more than to be there beside you, with all parts of you, going through it all and wishing for you to be happy.

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The hug with Yuna didn’t last as long as you liked, but there really was never a proper time to let go, or to be ready, or say goodbye.

‘Now?’ Yuna pouted.

‘Nothing.’ You shrugged. ‘You had your food, you got your pictures,’ you tugged both her hands and emphasized your words, ‘you have your man… now…’ you start walking, leading her towards the entrance, ‘…you start a new life with the man you love.’

‘Ah, my favorite part of the night.’ Namjoon said as you met him at the doorway. He tagged along as you walked to the car parked right outside the entrance.

‘Which is?’ Yuna looked up at him brightly.

‘The part where I get to go home.’

You sniggered as she punched him on the arm.

‘What about the hall?’ Yuna pointed back over her shoulder.

‘We,’ you both turned to Namjoon’s right, as Jin sauntered over, the rest of the guys trailing behind, ‘have it covered.’

As Yuna got into thanking the guys and showing her appreciation for all their help, you turned to look over the hood of the car. ‘Ken?’ You called and got his attention. ’You good?’

From your position you clearly see him puff out a breath and motion for you to go around the car. When you finally stopped in front of him, he took your hands in his, much like Yuna did earlier.

‘I’m not one for words, y/n. You know this.’ His eyes implore you, silently asking you to bear with him. ‘And I know this seems dramatic considering I’m going to see you tomorrow, anyway. But I, uhm…’ he closed his eyes and sighed, ‘while I feel like this,’ he motioned with his hand, ‘I, I, uh–,’ he cleared his throat, ‘Yeah, so,’ he stopped and nodded his head, ‘I –.’

‘You suck at this.’ You declare.

He stopped and let out an earthy chuckle. ‘Yeah, yep, I am very bad at this.’

Your thumb caressed his knuckles, as you patiently waited for him to take another shot at it.

‘Thank you.’ He finally got the words out. ‘I want to thank you.’ His nostrils flared, the only proper facial indication that his emotions were rampant. ‘For this night, for this life… I mean you could have easily gotten rid of me when you did the takeover, but you opened up my life to so many people.’ He inclined his head toward the guys, ‘and so many possibilities.’ He lifted his head to Yuna, his gaze filled with so much love for your best friend that your heart threatened to burst open. ‘You have made my life… so much more.’ He then motioned to his back, his team, save for Yoshi, flanking him in solidarity to his statement. ‘In more ways than one.’

‘You are spoiled…’ You frowned at his new direction. ‘… and stubborn and,’ he dropped his head and laughed to himself, his voice laden with emotion unlike you’d ever seen, ‘you’re so fucking full of shit it’s unbelievable, but, ‘he lifted his head, ‘I wouldn’t have traded any of it.’

‘None?’ You ask.

‘None.’

‘Even now?’ You pushed.

‘Even now.’

Without warning you jumped up to wrap your arms around his neck and held yourself to him. You squeeze him in the biggest bear hug you could manage to give. ‘You have done more for me than you know, Ken and from here on out, it’s you and your happiness.’

You went to drop down to your heels again, but Kenta held onto your, his strength familiar. ‘If he ever fucks up again, I’ll bury him myself.’

A shiver raced through your spine, his meaning clear, and the extreme opposite of a joke. Only when he made sure the words sank in, and you relaxed your tense muscles, did he pull away.

You couldn’t be mad – Kenta had every right to be protective of you, but Kenta would also never actually kill Namjoon, he wouldn’t break your heart that way. He’d just really really want to.

‘I’m never letting you live this hug down, boss,’ you both looked over to find Xan’s camera pointed at you.

Kenta pointed a finger. ‘Delete it or I’ll shoot you.’

You pulled your lips together to keep from laughing when Xan lost his smile.

‘Y-you wouldn’t.’ The youngest in the team fidgeted, a hint of nervousness coloring his tone.

‘I dare you to find out.’ Yeon whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. Huru smirked at the good-natured jibe.

‘Fuck it,’ Xan muttered and showed his phone. ‘See,’ he clicked on options and then the trash bin, ‘deleted.’

You didn’t hold your laughter then.

Kenta had a ghost of a smirk with all the antics, ‘Y/n,’ he tugged at your hair playfully then moved to caress your cheek, ‘Please be on your best behavior while I’m gone.’

You winked at him. ‘Never.’

Only when you stepped out of reach did he turn to his team.

As you approached, you noticed Namjoon’s eyes and the hyung line sported big smiles, whilst the maknae line didn’t even bother to hold back their laughter. Looking at Yuna for confirmation, her eyes were in slits as she pointed a finger at him.

‘Yuna,’ your hand curled around her waist. ‘If you're done threatening my husband… ‘

‘Please,’ she snorted, ‘he hasn’t even heard the half of it.’

Namjoon made a face and stuck his tongue out at her. It was so unlike him that you had to stare. And when Yuna did the same back, you felt an odd sense of loss… because when will they ever be like this again.

‘Never thought I’d meet someone that would match up to Yuna’s level of childishness.’

Your heart turned to ice, a cold, cold thing spreading through your veins, somehow reminding you that this one aspect of life you would never grow accustomed to handling well.

‘Uncle Kwang,’ Yuna enveloped him in a hug. He returned it and pecked her on the forehead, not without meeting your gaze over her shoulder.

The observation Kwang made rubbed everyone that wasn’t Yuna the wrong way. A dig at his niece was good natured, a thing of family. But a choice comparison with your husband, however… that was a snide remark meant to put Namjoon down.

You weren’t aware that you were holding a breath, until a hand squeezed your shoulder and reminded you to exhale, a hand you identified as Jin’s since he was closest to you and Hoseok, always being your Hobi, stepped into your point of view, effectively blocking Kwang’s direct line of sight.

The slight acts turned you inside out, but you couldn’t show that sort of vulnerability -- not now.

‘I had to say goodbye before you left. I have an early flight tomorrow.’

‘Good riddance.’ You’re not sure which male mumbled the words, it sounded a bit like Taehyung, but that would be weird.

‘You’re leaving already?’ Yuna whined. ‘Stay a bit, stay until I leave for Barcelona.’

‘I can’t, sweetheart.’ Kwang declined.

Jin made a face at the term of endearment he usually used for you. ‘I have some things to take care of, I just wanted to be here for you,’ Kwang caressed Yuna’s cheek,’ I wanted to support you.’

‘Thank you.’ Yuna’s eyes rivaled the stars in the sky.

Kwang frowned. ‘You don’t have to thank me. I’m happy that you’re happy. It makes me proud to see what type of woman you’ve grown up to become. And I know your parents would be proud.’

You turned away. Kwang’s words for Yuna snagged a piece of your heart. He was right, and for those few sentences to your soulmate, you could truly thank him, but it also tugged at you, in a way you really wished it wouldn’t.

And the scary part was, that it wasn’t about the fact that Yuna missed her parents, or that your father had never that supportive or that you were never told those words of affirmation, it was utterly terrifying because an old part of you, a really deeply buried part of you, wanted Kwang to say those words to you.

‘I’m just a phone call away, Yuna. You and your sister, you’ll never be alone. Always remember that.’

You’ll never be alone, y/n.

You swallowed hard against the thick emotion that crawled up your throat, the words being lurched from a poorly repressed memory, words that were actually said to you.

‘I’m never alone, I know that.’ Yuna looked back at you, and you offered her a shaky smile.

‘I’ll visit soon,’ she turned back to her Uncle Kwang. ‘You should visit me too.’

‘Of course,’ his condescending tone had you rolling your eyes, ‘I’d love to see Barcelona through your eyes.’

‘Take care.’ Yuna said into his shoulder as she gave him a genuine hug.

When Kwang stepped away from his niece, he turned to your group and gave you a slight nod of acknowledgement that had you pursing your lips. ’It was good to see you, y/n.’

Hoseok bristled but said nothing, and Namjoon, he had a sick smile on his face, that all but shouted to the receiver, to run fast -- and far.

Jin squeezed your shoulder again, Kwang’s eyes followed the movement, but it helped you hum a response back to Kwang.

Yuna watched in silence, and even when her uncle had walked a few feet away and she turned back to you, she didn’t question the exchange. You were completely grateful for the fact that she didn’t.

The band breathed a bit easier when Kwang was a few feet away. You could feel the collective exhale, and there was a comfort in knowing that these men had your back, they loved you and would protect you and be there for you -- it was an undeniable privilege and a connection that no one else would ever have with them.

Jimin moved things along by opening the car door for Yuna and you picked her dress up to help her into the car.

When he shut the door for her, you watched Kenta get on the other side and Jimin poked his head inside the car window. ‘Ken, I know, I know you’re so tempted, but remember if you can’t hang the dress up, the least you can do is leave it in a pile on the floor – don’t damage the masterpiece.’

‘In other words don’t tear the dress.’ Taehyung cupped his hands and yelled over his soulmate's head and the chaos of ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahs’ ensued.

Taking Jimin’s place after Yuna pecked him on the cheek, you gave her a once over and touched your forehead to hers. It said more than words ever could.

When you stepped back, it was in the waiting arms of your husband. Your body would know Namjoon anywhere.

You watched Zwahn and Kiri get in the car behind them. And you leaned into Namjoon’s strength, as you watched them drive off. You waved at the last bit of people left behind, Huru offered you a head nod and walked off and the groups parted ways, said goodbyes and went off to find their cars and go back to their lives.

‘I’m going round back to check on the hall staff.’ Jin said, putting his hands in his pocket and walking casually, like he owned the world. Come to think of it, he actually could in more ways than one.

‘We’ll come with,’ Jungkook piped up as he and Taehyung started walking with him, ‘Seon-ho might need help.’

‘I need to round up the cables and deal with the music system.’ Yoongi sighed. Hoseok clapped him on the back and Jimin joined them to go back inside. As far as you knew, the main outlet was at the back of the hall near the storage.

‘Let me do a walk-through.’ Turning your head up, you pecked Namjoon on the chin before turning to walk toward the hall.

‘I’ll be there in a minute.’ You waved your husband off. On your way you met the teams one by one, the decorators, the hall manager, clean up would happen tomorrow morning. Only faces you saw daily lingered.

The band, your parents for some odd reason, hadn’t left yet, Ria was back and the ones left to you for the night, Yeon and Xan.

Watching each of the candles get put out, and the second-floor dim, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You were elated. Over the moon. On top of the world, as you walked to the bar for one last drink as they cleaned up. ‘A whiskey, please.’ You looked up at the ceiling, alleviating the kink in your neck, a good ache, a sign of a job well done. Even you could pat your back when the situation called for it.

‘Y/n.’

But you were so caught up in your bubble of happiness you forgot to be aware.

You shut your eyes tight and breathed deeply, now angry, and so completely and utterly done with the fucked-up-ness of the day, of the night, of him… you were just fucking done.

‘Jae,’ you ground out, not wanting to look up, or look him in the eye. He definitely didn’t get in from the front. Which means he used the back as soon as he was out of sight.

‘You’re a hard person to get alone.’ You watched a hand be placed on the counter from the side of your eye. Typical. Still as overbearing as ever.

You don’t say anything. Truthfully, you didn’t know what to say.

‘How have you been?’ He tried again, his tone haughty, as if he had every right to ask and every right to know.

You shut your eyes again. ‘Do we have to do this?’ You whispered, wanting nothing more than for this to already be over, or to run and hide, or just fucking disappear so that this exchange didn’t take place. ‘We both know, you want me to be miserable, And I don’t particularly care how you are, so…’

You looked up just as his lip quirked on one side. ‘Always so honest. Always so fiery -- a trait that made your iciness so necessary.’

Words. Words where if it came from any other person, you would have appreciated it. From him, from Kwang, where it was something he liked about you, it made you cringe internally to hear. It made you wish to hide that piece of you away, so he couldn’t have any access to it.

‘Although,’ your nose twitched at his soft tone, as if he had any right to school you, ‘Yuna wouldn’t want you disrespecting me, y/n.’

You grit your teeth. ‘She isn’t here.’ You finally turn to look around, wishing to catch one of the guys, or Xan and Yeon, or anyone. ‘But yes, she wouldn’t like it very much. So, if you could leave, we can stay out of each other’s way.’

He frowned. ‘That’s not very nice to say.’

‘You were literally on your way out.’

‘I couldn’t leave without seeing you, first.’

‘Jae,’ you huff, ‘my dad is here, so is my husband,’ you rushed to get the words out, needing him to be logical, before anyone saw, or anything happened, ‘and the drama is not necessary, and you’re done doing whatever it is that you needed to, so please, respectfully, please leave.’

‘I’m not done,’ he pursed his lips, the glint in his eye made you more anxious than you would like to manage. ‘I’m not here to complicate things. I just want to talk. We need to talk.’ He said with a hint of pressure. Making it seem as if it was necessary, reaching into some older, emergent part of you that would respond. You mangled the held back all your emotions, blinking rapidly, wishing none would show on your face.

He tilted his head. ‘Come on princess, you’re not still mad… are you?’

You huffed at the old nickname, and ‘mad’ was a motherfucking understatement. ‘Yeah, no, you know what…’ you grabbed your drink and turned to walk away. You didn’t need this shit.

‘Y/n,’ his hand gripped your elbow, but the force of you flinching back from his hold was so great that your heavy hand spilled your drink on your dress.

He grabbed a set of tissues and moved towards you. ‘Here, let me…’

You held a hand up, ‘No!’ You exclaimed a bit too loudly. You blinked and tried to get your breathing back under control. ‘Just… just, no.’

You didn’t wait for him to answer this time. You walked away, swallowing harshly against the panic that threatened to choke the life out of you. You just needed to suck it up and endure.

When you’re inside the ladies’ room, you tug at the towelettes in a panic, dampening it and then trying to get the whiskey off your dress. You put more water and rub at the stain. Logically, the alcohol had already soaked through, but you still needed to get the stain off. Sobs bubble up from inside you as you rub and rub and it just gets worse, and it looks ugly and you can’t do anything right!

You pat the dress harshly, thinking of how upset Taehyung was going to be when he saw the stain. You cover your mouth with your hand, and whimper as tears slide steadily down your cheeks.

You couldn’t do this. You absolutely couldn't do this! And you couldn’t explain why you couldn’t do this, you just couldn’t.

All he did was greet you. You smooth out your face and inhale shakily. All he did was attempt conversation, the worst was spilling the alcohol on your dress. There was nothing to be upset about. You were exaggerating and dramatizing your pain.

You looked at your reflection. Your mascara smudged slightly, your eyes red and your lip trembling. You’re fine, y/n! Don’t fake this shit. Don’t make it more. You had no right to complain, because others had had it worse – you should be grateful that it’s not worse.

They said they would be there. They said they would save you. They said you wouldn’t be alone!

Shut up! You banged your fist against the marble sink and doubled back at the pain that slashed through the side of your palm.

It was ridiculous to be mad at anyone. You were stronger than this, you should feel guilty, ashamed even, that you were wishing for any sort of save out there. You needed to endure as much as possible before asking for any help, and this wasn’t even worth their time.

You allowed yourself another slow, shaky inhale, and brushed any stray tears away. Relax. Breathe. Just breathe. You rubbed at the spot on your elbow absently, still feeling the queasy warmth from his hand.

The door on the side of you slid open and shut before you even had time to process what was happening.

‘I said. I Was. Not. Done.’

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Jiyoon, 23.8.12 | knj

Kim Namjoon x Reader

Summary: Your second date with Namjoon. He decides to take you to a museum. Word Count: 1,337 Genre: fluff, slice of life Notes: thanks to @daechwitatamic for beta-ing this, and to @joheunsaram for the dope banner.

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

You hummed, leaning in ever so slightly to look at the canvas directly in front of you. It was beautiful in a plain sort of way. Black and orange on red. Two rectangles, one on top of the other. You were grateful that the museum wasn’t very busy–there were only a few people milling about here and there–mostly because you were able to stare at the canvas for however long you wanted without feeling guilty about not moving on.

Beside you, a body shifted its weight, and you heard him sigh. You glanced over, concerned for a moment, but your fears were quelled almost immediately when you saw that he was just as immersed in the rectangles as you were. He noticed you looking at him and flashed you a shy smile, his dimples pressing into his cheeks.

“What do you think of it?” Namjoon asked softly, taking a half-step closer to you.

You hummed again, taking a second to gather your thoughts. Suddenly, you were nervous. Namjoon seemed nice, and you’d like to think that he wouldn’t make fun of what you said but… truthfully, you didn’t know much about fine art.

“I like the vibe,” you told him, a little sheepish at the simplicity of the statement. “It’s warm, but a little lonely. Like the kind of lonely you feel in an unfamiliar city.”

He nodded, watching you as you spoke. Miraculously, you didn’t feel like he was judging you–his brown eyes were soft as he focused on what you were saying. When you were finished, he nodded again quietly, his brow furrowing slightly in thought. You were struck, not for the first time, by how pretty he was as he considered your words.

“Interesting. I get a similar feeling from it.” He turned back to the painting. “I see it more as a mask, though every time I come here, I find myself going back and forth on whether it’s the darkness masking the vibrant, or the vibrant masking the darkness.”

You laughed, causing Namjoon to jump slightly. He shot you a curious look, and you could tell that he wasn’t sure if he should be amused or offended. “Sorry, I just… there’s a play by this American playwright about Rothko, and there’s a line in it that’s strikingly similar to what you just said.”

“Oh?”

“There is only one thing I fear in life, my friend... One day the black will swallow the red," you quoted. “I saw a small production of the play when I was undergrad. His abstraction has fascinated me ever since.”

“It’s amazing that colored rectangles can make us feel so strongly.”

“It’s fascinating,” you agreed, following him to the next exhibit. “When I was traveling in America, we visited a museum that had this installation that…” You sighed at the memory. You weren’t always very good with art, but this had been something else entirely. “It was meant to represent the artist’s partner who died of AIDS. It was just this pile of candy in the corner of the room, and the exhibition encouraged you to take a piece with you. I still have mine somewhere.”

“That’s one of the reasons I love art so much.” Namjoon paused in front of a canvas full of grey and white swirls. “It can capture so much in something so simple.”

You followed him throughout the rest of the museum, through the modern art installations, to the romance section, to the historic Korean pieces. You weren’t very familiar with most of the artists, but you recognized a Van Gogh, and a Matisse, and a few others that you learned to recognize when you were in high school.

Eventually, you ended up at a bench outside the museum’s cafe. Despite the afternoon sun, it was fairly cool, the shade of a tall oak stretching above the bench and into the courtyard. The bench itself was a work of art, the little plaque beside the concrete creation said that it was called ‘Jiyoon, 23.8.12’. The whole bench was a circlet, the flat part to sit on was round, but directly behind where you sat, the concrete turned jagged.

“It looks like a heart monitor,” you remarked softly, sitting beside Namjoon. He’d bought you a coffee–you weren’t quite sure what he’d gotten for himself, but true to form, it was much lighter than your own drink–and a pecan twist so large it was almost pornographic.

He hummed, pulling a piece off the pecan twist. “I hope Jiyoon is okay.”

You sat in silence for a few moments, admiring the courtyard. Namjoon was sitting so close that you could practically feel the warmth of his body, his thigh mere centimeters from your own despite the fact that the rest of the courtyard was empty and the bench was big enough for four people. You’d spent the past few hours talking–chatting about the art and your lives and just enjoying being together. It was nice. But now it was nice to bask in the silence, together in an entirely different way.

You’d read somewhere once that you could tell a lot about a person by how they spent the silence in their life, and Namjoon was a fascinating study in quiet thoughts. He paid close attention to the littlest things, studying the leaves flutter in the tree, watching a sparrow hop along the paving stones of the courtyard, turning his face to the wind and letting it gently tousle him. His silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Strangely, it was almost cozy, like a cup of spiced tea on a cold morning.

“Thank you for agreeing to come here with me,” he said after some time, deep voice like warm honey. He shook his now-empty cup, stirring up the ice so that he could sip the last dregs of coffee from the bottom. “I know not everyone finds these kinds of places as fascinating as I do.”

“I had fun,” you said earnestly and he smiled, a deeply dimpled gesture that warmed you to your core. “Honestly I don’t know much about art or any of it, but I like looking at it. It’s hard not to be captivated. Especially when you’re with someone who’s so invested.”

Namjoon chuckled and looked away, a shy smile replacing the one that was on his lips only moments before.

You drove him home in the early evening, dropping him off in front of his building and bidding him goodbye with a quiet wave. You watched as he disappeared into the tinted glass doors before driving off. There was a part of you that regretted committing to dinner with your graduate cohort that night. Namjoon had looked almost disappointed when you said you had to leave.

And when you got home and were cleaning out your bag in preparation to go to dinner, you found a small box, a little larger than the size of a chalkboard eraser. It was plain grey, and there was a serial number in one of the lower corners, but otherwise it was almost entirely indistinguishable. You opened it, confused, and nearly dropped it when the small structure contained inside slid out.

Sitting in your palm was an exact replica of ‘Jiyoon, 23.8.12.’ They’d had them in the museum shop, and you’d looked at them briefly. Namjoon must have bought it for you–tucked into the box was a receipt of purchase folded up tiny enough to slip in without actually opening one of the flaps–but you had no idea when he’d found the time. You smiled to yourself and sat the miniature bench on your bookshelf, a place of honor beside your nearly dying aloe plant.

You pulled out your phone as you walked out the door, opening your message app as you hurried down the hall. Luckily, your friends wouldn’t mind you being a few minutes late. You typed the message as you punched the elevator button for the parking garage.

“I had a really nice time today.”

Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

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xxxrubytuesdayxxx · 1 year

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The End of the Pier

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff [Drabble]

Word Count: 718

Concept: You and Namjoon are dating and he’s brought you to his favourite spot for a picnic slash double date with your friend and JK

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"I'm trying to find it…wait…" Namjoon flips another page, scanning the words carefully in search of the passage he wants to share with you. "I swear it was in this chapter…" he murmurs, almost to himself but he absent-mindedly rubs your knee to ensure you're still with him and haven't returned to your own book. You smile fondly at his concentration face and shade your face from the sun with the hand that isn't holding his. Your book lies open by your side awaiting your return to its pages.

"Aha! Found it!" he exclaims triumphantly. "This made me think of you…" He draws you closer to him and you nestle in to listen to him read the words, his voice and eyes both softening as he speaks. You close your own eyes, drinking in the sounds of water lapping below, birdsong and the occasional playful shouts of children and romping dogs mingling with your boyfriend's voice.

That is until you hear a muffled yelp and a stifled giggle from further up the pier, back towards the shore and half sit back up with an exasperated sigh, shading your eyes again to peer towards the disturbance. Namjoon's gaze automatically follows yours.

"Isn't she meant to be helping him with his English?" he answers your unspoken objection. "Maybe the book they chose is more entertaining than we gave them credit for."

"I don't mean to cast aspersions…" you begin. He raises his eyebrows with a tiny smile, knowing where you're headed with this. "But you will…" he finishes for you. You laugh and settle back against him.

"Maybe you're right and it's all completely innocent," you allow, gesturing to him to finish reading. He entwines his fingers with yours and picks up where he left off. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your face and the warmth of his body against your side and the combination is making you deliciously sleepy.

His hand moves up to stroke your hair and when you crack your eyes open you see him smiling down at you lovingly.

This time it's Namjoon who turns his head at the brief squeal.

"Okay so I'm beginning to wonder as well now," he concedes. You both squint back over towards your co-picnickers warily.

"Well…why are they lying down for one thing?" you point out. Namjoon shares a suspicious look with you as you both get to your feet.

Stealthily making your way back down the pier, you exchange another look as you notice the book Ruby was trying to use to teach Jeongguk discarded in the middle of the pier. But the two lovebirds are indeed lying full length along the side of the wooden walkway. Or at least Jeongguk seems to be; his head resting on the raised strut and his hair messily spilling over the side of the beam. As you and Namjoon edge closer he exhales a soft groan and shifts his position, raising his head to look down towards his crotch and propping himself up on one elbow where you try not to notice your friend's head poorly disguised under the picnic blanket she insisted on bringing down to the water.

"Jesus, they're like cats in heat!" Namjoon snorts. "Surely he can concentrate for more than ten minutes?"

"Apparently not," you opine through gritted teeth. "Hose?" you suggest.

He nods, giving you a wicked little smirk as his free hand twists the nozzle of a nearby safety hose.

"Uh…jebal…oh, noona~" Jeongguk moans, still trying and failing to keep his voice down. You're not sure what "jebal" means but you get the rest and context implies some kind of begging or appreciation so you and Namjoon silently calculate the maximum damage bullseye and set yourselves up. Jeongguk's eyes are tightly shut, so Namjoon manages to unwind the hose carefully until you can abruptly douse the cavorting couple in freezing water, making them both leap up cursing and spluttering in protest.

"I said it was a lovely day for reading you little animals. Not for geographically-inappropriate blowjobs!" you tease them, rolling your eyes.

Still shaking water droplets from their hair and clothes, Jeongguk and Ruby trudge back to the car for a change of clothes as you and Namjoon return to your cozy little lovenest at the end of the pier.

THE END

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lizzymizzy-blogg · 1 year

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Hello, I was wondering if y’all have any fic recommendations for any BTS member. I been trying to find some but I always find the same member ( no hate to that member but I want to read fics of the other members too) Do you guys have any recommendations?

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launenji · 1 year

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Center of Your Universe - A KNJ Fanfic | Ch 4

Pairing: idol!Kim Namjoon x female idol!Reader

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: 11625

Genre: Rivals2Lovers. Fluff. Eventual implied smut and angst. Slow burn. idol!AU

Summary: It’s 2019 and Kim Namjoon is conquering the globe with his Bangtan brothers by his side. However, BTS can’t seem to shake their top girl group rival from chasing their names across music charts and award nominations worldwide. Now, the boys have no problem with that in any way; in fact they’ve come to respect the girls of HELIOS and their never ending climb to fame that seemed to match their own success. The only real “problem” Namjoon sees is that HELIOS’ confident, fearless, and overall badass of a leader seems to absolutely hate him. And as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, it does keep him awake at night.

T/W: Depictions of panic attacks

A/N: I’m not dead, I promise! I had this chapter in my drafts for three years because I literally didn’t know how to write the rest of it. But I did it! I finally got around to finishing it, so no this fic isn’t dead and I’m not abandoning it! It’s just been hard to write and life has been getting in the way. There’s plenty of mistakes in this chapter alone, but I’ll try to get around to fixing them, so please enjoy anyway!

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Sometimes Namjoon forgets that the beginning of every tour is always the busiest. From the minute they touch down and get off the plane, it's a non stop hustle from there; especially for the first performance.

To be honest, Namjoon can’t remember the last time he had a good night’s rest since he left Korea. His days have been filled to the brim with meetings and rehearsals to ensure the success of their first show; leaving him exhausted and drained by the time he hit his hotel bed, only to wake up a few hours later to do it all over again.

Nonetheless, BTS managed to kick off their Speak Yourself tour with an incredible start with their LA show, putting everyone’s minds, nerves, and worries at ease as they continued to prep for the rest of the tour.

By the time they reached their short stop in Northern California, Namjoon was close to feeling completely at ease as he and the boys settled into the routine of touring.

Although he couldn’t help but notice that his attitude towards this world tour was a bit different than the others in the past. He felt as if the weight on his shoulder had been slightly lifted thanks to a certain someone he hadn’t stopped texting since he received her number.

Yerin had been nothing but a breath of fresh air in Namjoon's hectic lifestyle. Sure, he had his family, his close friends, and the boys to talk to when things grew stressful. But with Yerin, it seemed she always knew what to say, and it never failed to put his mind at ease.

As Namjoon walks down the hallway to reach Yoongi’s hotel room, another ping vibrates his phone. He swiftly pulls out his phone to view the message with a goofy grin stretching across his face. Another inside joke from Yerin evokes a frenzied response of laugh-crying emojis before slipping his phone back into his pocket as he reaches the door. He carefully composes himself with a deep breath before stretching out a hand to knock.

So Namjoon may or may not have decided to keep Yerin a secret from literally everyone else, only as a precaution until he has free time to reflect on his new “friendship” with her. Between the meaningful advice and clever jokes that were arguably better than Jin’s—don’t let him know that—Namjoon may or may not have “slid in the DMs” with some flirty comments as well. Not that he assumed it would get him anywhere, but it started feeling nice when Yerin began to reciprocate. However, he’s still unsure of where this may go and is definitely too busy to figure it out now, so keeping it his own little secret was the option he finally decided on.

That, and he’d rather not face the relentless childish teasing from his group mates about a “secret crush.”

Through the door, Namjoon can hear the sound of the tv coupled with the faint chatter of the boys before he raps on the door again. The door finally opens with a small crack as Jimin peeks out from behind.

“What’s the password?” He questions with a smile.

Namjoon deadpans, too tired to entertain stupid jokes “Jimin, let me in.”

“Actually the password is Jimin, you’re the greatest man on earth,’ but you got half of it right so I’ll let it slide.”

Jimin snickers as he swings the door wide, allowing his leader to step through.

Inside, the boys have already made themselves comfortable on top of the two beds that occupy Yoongi’s room. One bed is taken by Jungkook, Hoseok and Jin while the other holds Taehyung and an exhausted Yoongi who is already completely tucked into bed and attempting to fall asleep. Various bags of snacks are stuffed in between each member as they chat over the TV running through the advertisements.

“Grab a chip bag and pick a spot, but don’t be too loud or the old man will complain,” Jimin follows Namjoon in before hopping in between Taehyung and Yoongi to reclaim his spot. From underneath the covers Yoongi groans in protest, which ultimately goes ignored.

Not wanting to aggravate his sleep deprived hyung any more than the others already have, Namjoon decides to take the empty corner of the other bed. Grabbing an unopened bag of Lays, he makes himself comfortable on the crowded bed, but not before checking his phone one last time for messages.

I’ll let you rest for tonight, I know it’s late for you. Talk to you tomorrow <3 [9:15 PM]

Carefully aware of the presence around him, Namjoon keeps his reactions inconspicuous as he bids his goodnight to Yerin before switching his phone on silent.

“So what are you guys watching?” He finally inquires with his bedmates.

“HELIOS’ first interview of their tour. They just got to LA two days ago.” Hoseok answers, confirming with an article open on his phone of your group’s arrival to the States. Namjoon does nothing but stare at Hoseok’s phone, the papp shot of you and your groupmates walking through LAX glares back at him.

This was the first time your name has entered his space since he left for tour; and truth be told, Namjoon doesn’t really know how to react to the mention of your name anymore. He hasn’t seen you since that party, and between schedules and talking to Yerin, he hasn’t allowed himself to really think about you at all.

Remembering how he was shortly obsessed with you and wondering why you hated him so much, Namjoon can’t help but inwardly chuckle over how stupid he was acting and how fast he managed to get over you by getting on with his life. In the end, everyone who told him was right all along.

Suddenly, the channel switches back to the main program, the host of the talk show introducing the viewers to their next guests finally pulls Namjoon’s attention away from the phone screen.

“-please welcome, HELIOS!”

From behind the stage, you and the girls walk out and wave to everyone in the crowd, especially the ones they’ve extended to seat onto the floor as they cheer and scream.

It takes a minute for Namjoon to process seeing your face again. Albeit through the screen and not in person, this is the first time in a month that he gets to see you again. Your presence is still radiant as ever, donning your signature show stopping grin as you stand with your group, dressed in your matching performance outfits.

You finally take your seats as the host greets you and allows you to make your formal introductions. You lead your group into introducing HELIOS’ before you all introduce yourselves one by one. The boys around him giggle and compare the similarities of how HALOS cheered wildly for each member much like ARMYS did for them. However Namjoon keeps his eyes trained on you alone.

Slowly but surely, all of those complex feelings begin to stir in the pit of Namjoons stomach, placing him right back where he was the last time he saw you. From your confident smile that graces your features to the way you address the host and crowd, it sets him back to the starting line, completely erasing any sort of progress he had of “moving on” from this little problem he has with you.

However this time, he notices there’s something off in the way you present your smile.

As an idol of this current generation, maintaining a professional front could arguably be the most required skill needed in the industry. Between interviews and special events, what mattered most was the way you carried yourself on the outside; and you’ve worked hard to nail down this since the beginning of your career.

To Namjoon, you always seemed to have the perfect—well, everything. The perfect walk for the red carpet, the perfect smile for all the flashing cameras, the perfect charisma to grace anyone throwing stale interview questions your way.

However, as he watches you now on the screen, he can see the stress eating away at your perfect image.

It can go unnoticed by the untrained eye, but by looking hard enough, Namjoon could tell how tense you were. By the way your jaw was set, how you keep slightly adjusting your thighs on the chair, the movement of your thumb smoothing out the back of your hand, you were nervous.

The feeling in his stomach immediately turns into regret, suddenly feeling bad for you. He knew the feeling all too well; trying to make a good impression while trying to keep decent composure. However, you were in your home country. These were talk shows you most likely grew up with. So you should know what to expect, right?

— + — + — + —

Only 5 minutes into the interview and you were already hit with the mundane questions about your group’s tour and the rising success you’ve encountered in the last year. You’ve managed to answer each question flawlessly with a few jokes sprinkled here and there which enticed the crowd even more.

All the while, the boys have been commentating on their ability to have a pretty good interview despite all the boring questions that were tossed in. They could tell you and the girls have been well prepared as they witness each member take turns answering each question eloquently. And in perfect English no less as Jungkook pointed out.

However with these types of interviews, they knew they couldn’t go without being asked some superficial question that was irrelevant to their careers. Glancing at the host, Namjoon noted the determined smirk set on her face. Subtle to the rest of the crowd, but he could sense she was trying to stir up some drama.

“Who wants to bet that they’ll be asked something stupid like our ‘rivalry?’” Taehyung jokingly offers to the group.

“Wait till she asks about an English single first, seems like the route she’s going next.” Jungkook challenges back, bringing the boys to a collective chuckle.

“C’mon you guys that's enough, quit trying to place bets on their interview and just watch,” Namjoon offers as an attempt to join the conversation, plopping another chip in his mouth before continuing, “besides, she has to ask them about their boyfriends first.”

The room erupts with immediate laughter with a couple of the members smacking Namjoon for the out of pocket response. However it quickly dissipates with the approach of the host's next question—and Yoongi’s tired grumbling.

“So you’re not the only kpop group that’s dominating the charts right now. There’s also BTS-“ the host is cut off by the collective screams of the fans.

Taehyung claps and victoriously points to the tv. “Ha! I called it!”

Namjoon rolls his eyes and tries to analyze your face for any sort of reaction, although hard to do when the camera is always turned away from you.

The studio audience manages to quiet down enough where the host can continue with her question. She notes how BTS and HELIOS are currently the two biggest Kpop groups who are experiencing the same climb of fame simultaneously then leads on with Taehyung’s predicted question of rivalry.

As the crowd goes wild with mixed reactions, the camera finally pans over to you and the girls. You all share the same awkward smile as you glance towards each other, contemplating your next move while you wait for the audience to calm down once more.

No one else probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Namjoon can clearly see the distress on your face masked by a charming smile. With this, Namjoon slightly leans forward in concentration, curious about what you will say next. He was genuinely unsure about your stance on the rivalry between the two groups, given that you’ve made your opinion on him quite clear in the past.

True to your fashion, you managed to dodge controversy by explaining the difference between your group and his.

“Well, I guess our rise in fame can be seen as two different journeys for both of our groups. And honestly there’s not so much a rivalry as there is a mutual respect for one another as we both continue to grow in our own ways.” You offer with a nod.

Well, that response colored Namjoon impressed.

“But there’s gotta be some sort of rivalry going on between you guys.” The host adamantly continued to press on, looking at you in particular. “I mean there has to be some beef, I bet you’re just hiding it.”

The girls let out a shared awkward chuckle before Hyojin shot forward with her response with a raise of her hand.

“The only beef we have is Korean BBQ!” She proudly states with a quirk of her lips. The audience roars with cheer and laughter and the girls settle their nerves again.

“Wow, that was pretty good.” Jimin notes as he finishes another small chip bag.

The rest of the girls let out an earnest laugh at the joke made by their youngest before you pull in the reins and continue on with the interview.

“No, in all actuality we do admire them, BTS has been an inspiration to us and we’re honestly big fans of their music. We don’t get to see them often since we are both busy with our schedules but I can tell you they are the most down to earth, hard working people you’ll ever get to know.” You finish your final statement proudly with a genuine smile. A smile that causes Namjoon’s stomach to turn just a bit.

It’s all for show. He bitterly reminds himself. She doesn’t actually mean that, if she did she wouldn’t treat you the way she does.

The crowd cooes with a collective “awww” and gives the girls a round of applause before the host can move on to the next topic.

“You hear that hyung? Y/N doesn’t hate you, she looks up to you.” Jungkook snickers as he nudges his elder with his foot. Namjoon feigns a laugh before smacking his foot away.

Before Jungkook can retaliate, the host moves on to the next question.

“So, do y’all have any boyfriends?”

Namjoon's eyes widen, quickly searching for your face on the screen. He could practically see the color drain from your face as you’re caught off guard by the infamous “relationship question.”

“Hey Namjoon called it!” Hoseok laughs as he smacks their leader on the back.

Ignoring this, Namjoon furrows his brows as he maintains his focus on you, anticipating how you could dodge this controversial question.

A beat passes before your expression suddenly shifts. A determined smirk grows on your face and you bite your bottom lip, a habit Namjoon has noticed from watching many of your interviews in the past few months. It increased his heart rate; you already had an answer ready, a good answer you knew you were confident in.

“C’mon now, you know we don’t have time for that. Besides, we're all married anyway!”

This throws the host in for a loop as her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline while the entire studio collectively gasps in shock.

Jin suddenly chokes mid bite on his chip before clearing his throat. “Did she just say she was married!?” He is immediately shushed by the rest of the boys as they all anticipate the rest of the controversial topic.

Your group mates along with the rest of the studio share the same incomprehensible look on their faces as they stare at you with the word “marriage” hanging from your lips. After a pause the host finally speaks up.

“Wait, you're married?”

Namjoon could basically feel the blood drain from his entire body. Married!? Why would you say you're married? Are you really? Was he missing something here? Did you have a secret wedding that he didn’t know about?

Suddenly, you let out a playful giggle as you flaunt your left hand, wiggling your ring adorned fingers at the host.

“Yeah! We’re married to the game of course!” Your smirk grows into a devious grin as the crowd is overcome with cheer and laughter.

A wave of relief rushes through Namjoon at the explanation, now connecting the pieces together as confused chatter rouses the hotel room.

“I have no idea what she means by that.” Grunts Yoongi from the comfortable side of his bed. The others turn to their leader for a better explanation.

“She means they’re dedicated to being an idol, it’s an American saying I guess.” Namjoon scratches the back of his head as he offers as a direct translation. The boys slowly nod their heads despite the shared confusion in the air.

"Well the crowd ate that shit up," Jungkook acknowledged. "Better than what we said," he snickered, poking at his hyung with his foot, "What did you tell her again?"

Namjoon shook his head, trying to forget the cringey moment he tried to dodge that question himself the last time they were on the show, "Man I don't know, I probably just bullshited an answer."

"Yeah and then she scared the hell out of us!" Hoseok suddenly wails.

"You mean she scared the hell out of you" Taehyung jabs back. The rest of the room erupts in snickers as they imitate Hoseok’s reaction to the jump scare prank they endured on the same show.

As the laughter starts to die down, the interview comes to a close with the host announcing HELIOS’ following performance.

“Well their interview was pretty good. I mean look how they handled each question! It’s better than anything I could come up with.” Jin comments, eliciting a mutual response from the rest of the boys.

“Yeah it was, but if you haven’t all noticed it’s late and we need to get up early tomorrow so we can head out on time.” Yoongi grumbles, finally signifying the end of their watch party.

The rest of the boys begin to clean up their mess and slowly shuffle out of the room to retire for the night. The last ones to linger while tidying up is the dutiful leader and the ever observant maknae who has definitely noticed his hyung hanging around the tv a little longer.

Hardly containing his playful smile, Jungkook slyly moves past Namjoon for the trash can with the last of the garbage.

“Waiting for something on the tv hyung?”

Namjoon, who has kept himself a little too busy smoothing out the duvet as his eyes remain glued to the tv, finally snaps out of his trance.

“What?”

The elder is dumbfounded, and Jungkook can only grin as he walks back over to his hyung, swinging an arm around his shoulder as he leads him to the door.

“Don’t worry, you can still watch the performance before you go to bed. Let’s get you back so you don’t miss it.” Jungkook cheekily grins as he waves off the last member in the room.

“Goodnight hyung!”

“Turn the light off on your way out!” Yoongi shouts back, turning over under the covers to finally get some rest.

After stepping out into the hallway, Namjoon finally finds his voice and shakes off his maknae in embarrassment.

“I’m not trying to watch their performance Jungkookie.” He tries to defend, although feeling silly for doing so anyway; he could practically feel his cheeks light up.

Jungkook stands in front of Namjoon, grin widening with new found knowledge, but opts for not pushing anything forward. He simply shrugs and turns on his heel towards his own room down the hall.

“Alright then, goodnight hyung!” Namjoon watches the youngest retreats with a slight bounce in his step before disappearing into one of the doors, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

I really wasn’t trying to, Namjoon attempts to reason with himself as he walks back to his own room. But even in his head, the defense sounds just as fake as he spoke it.

And it was true. Namjoon did end up under the covers watching HELIOS’ performance on his phone anyway, and there was hardly any time to feel bad about it.

What really occupied his mind, as he watched you perform with your unbeatable charisma and stage presence, was how you handled yourself during the interview. Namjoon was never going to admit it out loud, but he may have rewatched the recording of your interview right after the performance, rewinding and analyzing every single movement you made.

That’s when the first inkling of remorse for you began to bloom through his chest. He knew how tough interviews can be; regardless of being local or international. Saying the right thing at the right time was akin to an art form that was to be mastered after years of practice. And it may not matter how well versed you are in conversation, the unexpected could make any well prepared individual sit in dread as questions are being thrown at you left and right with no time to process them in your brain.

Yet you handled each question with such wit and grace Namjoon almost couldn’t tell your nerves being noticeably out of your element. And for that, he couldn’t decide whether or not to just be impressed or want to comfort you; tell you that it was okay and you did far better than he could ever do himself. He bit his lip as he continuously taps the screen to fast forward; only stopping at the scene of your pink lips upturning in a smirk with your declaration of marriage, teasing the audience and nearly giving him a heart attack.

But what happened to never bothering with her ever again? The little voice in his head wanders back into his consciousness.

Namjoon pauses the video, your face freezing in the beautiful yet playful grin that grew on your face before you delivered the punchline. It takes him a moment to realize that he is indeed under the covers with his face inches from his phone, hiding like a prepubescent teen with a secret. The same position he was in the night he watched that Knowing Bros episode months ago.

That’s right, he was doing such a good job on the whole “not focusing on Y/N for the rest of his life” plan up until you popped right back up in his universe. He was even making progress with a girl who was definitely not you! All of it, thrown off by yet another interview with you being your usual charming self.

He quickly clicked his phone off and tossed it on the nightstand. Rolling on his back, he threw an arm over his eyes and steadied his breaths.

Okay, ignoring you completely had apparently done a number on his ego and the so-called “progress” he had on forgetting you had chucked itself out the window of whatever hotel floor he was currently on. So maybe the plan needed to be reevaluated.

Maybe he didn’t need to completely shut you out of his life. Maybe he didn’t have to ignore your name if it came through on his social media feed or in general conversation. Did he have to talk to you or about you? Of course not. With his schedule and your attitude, he probably wouldn’t get the chance to do either for a long while anyway.

But can he allow himself to be graced by your presence should he so happen to see a video or post about you online?

Namjoon’s fingers immediately twitched with the urge to find his phone again. Resisting, he tossed himself over on his side away from the nightstand.

Well… it’s not like you’re interacting directly with her anyway, no harm in that. He attempts to reason with the dark.

You along with HELIOS were growing bigger with each passing day, and there wouldn’t be a day where he wouldn’t witness your name in bright lights or across headlines. So why should he beat himself over when you reside with him in the same atmosphere?

It’s inevitable that he would always bump into you one way or another, it wouldn’t do him any good to continue running away from it.

So with that, Namjoon lets himself sink into his hotel bed. He slowly closes his eyes on the decision of not complicating himself by completely blacklisting you from his life. He levels his breathing while mulling over not being guilty about any more thoughts of you.

Then eventually, he dozes off with your signature smile gleaming behind his eyelids, inviting him into sleep.

— + — + — + —

After leaving California and making headway through the rest of the North American leg of the tour, the boys finally found themselves in a steady rhythm of tour life. Scheduled filled days of back to back rehearsals and interviews and concerts were now part of an easy norm the boys finally had shifted into their daily lives, and not to mention all the off days they used to explore the area around them every time they reached a new city.

As for Namjoon, it was now easier managing work and personal time together when they blended easily into his daily routine. Especially since he finally let go of his gripe about forgetting you completely.

Another thing he wouldn’t ever admit to was the fact that he now made you somewhat a part of his daily routine as well.

Between working with the boys and texting Yerin on the down low, he’s made an unconscious routine to check up on HELIOS from time to time as you followed suit en route of your first world tour.

‘Which so happened to follow BTS’ route very closely,’ Namjoon slowly let himself believe every time he checked Twitter.

By the time they were in Chicago, tweets about HELIOS’ tour had slowly rotated into his algorithm after his private account—read: inconspicuous stan account—just so happened to like a few posts regarding their first interview where Y/N rocked the fan base with her declaration of “marriage”

“Y/N came to LA for BUSINESS AND BUSINESS ONLY”

“The way Y/N said “fuck off with your rumors, we aint doin this shit today”

“But that face?? Her smirk???? She came for their THROATS”

“My girls said ‘we’re here for the bag. Nothing else.’”

Eventually, liking a few posts turned into liking concert fan cams to liking general fan edit videos to following popular HELIOS stan accounts, with most of those accounts centering around you of course.

When they got to New Jersey, Namjoon had finally subscribed to every official HELIOS account on social media, starting with their YouTube account where he found out you and your girls were actually documenting the tour with short clips of different momentous occasions.

That’s when Namjoon had begun to view Y/N in a new light.

One of the first few episodes featured a very heartfelt point of view from Y/N finally returning to her home country for the first time since she left years ago to train in the industry.

“Am I glad to be back home? Yeah of course,” Namjoon watched Y/N sigh to the vlog camera one night. It was the night of their last concert in LA and the next venue was near your hometown.

“Actually, we’re going to my hometown next, that’s where the next show is, but um…” You look away in thought, but your lips turn in a pained smile.

“My family said they wouldn’t be able to come, and management said I’d be too busy to find time to see them.” You sigh in frustration, but quickly shake it off with a brave smile on your face.

“So I’ll be doing my absolute best for them! And for you guys! We’ll see you there!”

Your declaration left Namjoon’s heart in the pit of his stomach until he was able to watch the next episode on his way to Brazil a week later.

He witnessed a whole montage of a secret plan the rest of HELIOS carried out to surprise you with a welcome home party and all of your family members in attendance.

Although it could’ve been arguably cruel to watch your bandmates record you rehearsing your frustrations out—and secretly snicker about it on the side— it was worth to see you complete overcome with joy when you were led into the hotel’s banquet hall by Yuna and Sumi as Hyojin led your entire family in surprising you.

Namjoon also may or may not have shed a tear when he saw you collapse into your parents arms, sobbing with them as you were finally reunited after so many years.

When they left Brazil for Europe, Namjoon had seen almost 20 different angles of your performances as well as your leader persona in action during rehearsals for your concerts. As lead dancer of the group, the tour vlogs consisted of a lot of direction and guidance of your group mastering each choreo for your setlist. You were a model leader, making sure you supported and guided your group to give their best performance.

Some might call it alluring when in every fancam, you moved with such control and grace, belting your power vocals as you thrive in your “girl crush” persona. Every fancam Namjoon came across had the audience falling head over heels every time you dropped it low and rolled your body and hips to the beat of the song—something he definitely didn’t let his eyes linger on for longer than he should’ve while rewatching his favorite videos.

This was fine. He kept you at arms length like he wanted, letting himself fall curious as to what you were doing as an idol but not having to interact with you directly. This was definitely a healthy balance for him to manage. Plus you were a common topic for him and Yerin to converse about; HELIOS was one of her favorite girl groups and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t immerse himself in his lovely lady-friend’s interests?

But as Day 2 for Wembley in London rolled around, Namjoon kept himself so preoccupied with catching up on your weekly vlogs, concert fan cams, and personal Vlives, he completely missed the memo that your tour paths had crossed with his.

And you were in town for their last concert in the UK.

— + — + — + —

“Have you noticed him looking for you?”

“Him who?”

“Y'know who.”

You groan and roll your eyes, fighting hard to not to make it look like you were searching for the specific pair Sumi’s been teasing you about for the last hour and a half of the concert.

“You’re hallucinating, he doesn’t know we’re up here.” You try to reason as you maintain your attention Jimin’s solo and not on an annoying maknae who’s two seconds away from getting a fat slap to the face.

“Yeah you keep telling yourself that, but the boys know we’re here and out of seven heads there was only one who kept looking up at our private box.” Sumi snickers.

Hyojin’s giggling cuts through your moment of internal rage to defend you. “C’mon Sumi, leave unnie alone.”

She gets up and motions for Sumi to follow her back inside, but not before leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“It’s okay, you can admit that you were watching him, I’m pretty he’s looking for you too.”

You move to lunge for the younger girls as they collectively snicker and run out of the way into the box for more food, leaving you to slowly settle back down in your seat and throw your arms crossed over your chest, growling like some deranged animal.

They’re lying. They're definitely lying. There was no way he knew you were up here.

How you ended up at the last concert you ever wanted to attend, you still don’t know.

Well no—actually you do know, Jina unnie basically told you you had to go.

Regardless, you slowly slump further down in your chair, forcing yourself to at least enjoy the part of the show where he wasn’t on stage.

“Out of all of my off days…” you let yourself sink into self pity before you feel a figure settle next to you, then a quick pinch to the shell of your ear.

Yelping in shock, you repel back as you shield your ear away from your offender. Yuna, suspect number one, cocks a brow back your way while making herself comfortable next to you.

“That was fucking rude.” You mumble under your breath, but does not go unnoticed as Yuna swats your arm.

“No, the attitude you’ve had since we got here is rude.”

“But did we really have to come!? It’s our day off and we could be off doing something else!” You whine out loud, Yuna snaps her head at you with a dirty look.

“And do what Y/N? Rehearse until you injure yourself?” Yuna fires back, “You’ve done nothing but practice and rehearse for every concert with no time to really relax!”

At that, you say nothing and keep your blank gaze directed towards the stage as Jimin wraps up his set. What could you say? All you knew is that you were at a BTS concert that you didn’t want to be at. However, Yuna already knew all of this and decided that it was time to probe your brain for more information.

“I know you’re not pouting over the fact that we were sent to BTS’ concert, you talk to Jungkook and Taehyung too much to hate it here.” She continues to prod, instigating an impromptu intervention. “So what’s the real issue here?”

The problem is you know what the real issue is. You and everyone else who has been in your presence for the last few years knows you don’t hate BTS entirely.

They, as a whole, weren’t the problem.

Slowly the lights change and the familiar chords of a piano sound through the speakers. A chill rolls down your spine as you feel your heart rate increase with the cheering crowd. You just realized who the next solo is.

Sure enough, Namjoon emerges from beneath the stage with a bright smile, addressing the crowd for his solo. You involuntarily flush at his profile appearing on the big screen as he raps the first lines of “Trivia: Love.”

“Ah, there it is.” Yuna slyly whispers in your ear.

You recede back into your seat again, now in embarrassment as you cower away from the direction of your elder and the man on stage.

Yuna laughs lightheartedly, knowing too well of your issues as your main confidant. At this point you’re sure she’s just abusing her knowledge just to tease you.

“You can’t hide from me Y/N, so spill. What’s your problem with Namjoon this time?”

You weigh the options between confronting your personal issues with her now and continue to stay silently or endure the torment of mockery from your girls and the man who is unknowingly the source of your first world problems.

Well being teased for the rest of the night wouldn’t be ideal.

You let out a deep sigh, refusing to look at Yuna and opting to just watch Namjoon perform. “I had a conversation with Johnny before we left, he thinks I’m jealous of Namjoon.”

“I mean, you make it pretty obvious.” Yuna wastes no time with being blunt.

“Well damn should I just write it on my forehead then!?” You bark back.

“Hey! Yelling at me over your unnecessary beef with a man you hardly ever talk to isn’t going to solve your problems.” She sizes you back down with a hard voice. You freeze, then settle back in your seat, mumbling an apology. Once you’ve calmed down, she prods again with a softer voice.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, are you really jealous of Namjoon and everything?”

You still refuse to look at her, continuing to watch Namjoon glide around the stage rapping about his declaration of love. Even without the cameras trained on his face, you can see his brilliant grin from your box as he lets himself go with the music. The heat starts to pool into your cheeks.

He really looks beautiful

Yuna nudges you out of your trance, repeating her question again.

Oh yeah, you were talking. You comb your brain for a sensible response but you’re slightly surprised to find it’s a bit difficult to concentrate as you watch Namjoon down below.

“I- I guess I am? But I know I shouldn’t and it’s stupid. But I can’t help but have these...feelings? Like I'm feeling something and I don’t know what those feelings are…” You begin to babble, but ultimately your words die down on your tongue as your attention refocuses back on Namjoon.

It wasn’t a lie, he really did look beautiful down there in his element—on stage. With the way he pours out his passion into his performance, anyone could tell Namjoon was born to perform. It almost made you… calm? Content? Almost serene in a way. It wasn’t just a song he was performing, it was almost like he was having a conversation; telling his audience, ARMYs, that he truly loved them.

You inadvertently lock eyes with him through the big screen as he raps for the camera, chanting his message of love with the crowd.

Somewhere deep inside, something yearns for that message to be for you as well.

He’s wrapping up the bridge and slowing down for the refrain. Unlike the other solos you’ve seen from the boys, Namjoon’s stage only accounted for him with the props limited to the AR visuals that accompanied him on the screens.

You watch him as he plays with the virtual lights that move under his command, forming into hearts, all while he raps of love. You’ve heard this solo many times in passing, but something about witnessing it live ramps up your heart rate with the energy of the stadium. The last beats of the refrain pump through your blood as it finally drops with Namjoon leading into the final chorus.

The entire conversation of “feelings” is ultimately lost as Yuna, who hasn’t stopped staring at you since you’ve trailed off, watches you completely enraptured in Namjoon’s performance. The lights dance off your face as she studies the soft look that follows the man on stage. In the years she’s known you, she had never seen that look on you before, and definitely not for the man that you’ve claimed as your enemy.

This was completely different. An utterly vulnerable moment where you’ve dropped all your walls and have exposed your true emotions. And with Yuna being the eldest and—self proclaimed—wisest of the group, she doesn’t push forward on it. Instead, she leans back in her seat as the song ends with Namjoon’s final lines. Stealing one last look from you, she confirms everything from the longing look in your eyes to the small but genuine smile that graces your lips.

Yuna grins to herself, locking this information away for the future.

— + — + — + —

“Wait, so they were THERE?” Namjoon desperately tries to confirm with anyone in the car of this newfound information.

He absolutely had no idea that you and the girls were at Wembley. And to be honest, he was kind of disappointed he was only hearing about this on his ride to the airport en route to Paris.

Or was he disappointed you didn’t come see them backstage afterwards?

“Yes they were there, but they had to leave at the end of the show since they had an early schedule the next day.” An assistant sitting in the passenger seat of the shared van responds. “...Although, we did tell you guys in the wrap up meeting before you left for the hotel.”

Namjoon blinks, then swiftly turns to Hoseok seated to his right.

“Hob-ah, they told us?” Hoseok splits into a grin at the urgent tone of his leader's voice.

“Yes Joon, they were there. Weren’t you paying attention?”

Namjoon falls back into his seat as he racks his brain for the lost memory. The aftermath of Wembley D2 was a complete blur; they finished the show strong, grouped up backstage, were ushered back to the hotel to pack and rest, then left this morning.

We’re his days blurring together again?

Namjoon sat confused until his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a message from Hoseok. He turned to the man in question, but only found him tapping away on his own screen as Namjoon's phone buzzed twice more.

Hoseok: You sure you don’t remember?

Hoseok: Maybe this might jog your memory

Hoseok: 😮🤳😂🤳😍🤳🥵😩🤤🤪❤️❤️❤️❤️

Namjoon stares at the string of emojis before turning back to Hoseok.

“What the hell is all that?”

“C’mon, try to use that big brain of yours at least,” Hoseok snickers as he types something else, then finally turns to meet his leader's confused glare with wiggling eyebrows. “Or is it occupied with a certain girl group you’re suddenly interested in?”

Namjoon brows only furrow deeper. “What are you on about? Just tell me.”

Hoseok raises a hand in mock surrender before typing away at his phone again. “Listen, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. You shouldn’t have to hide the fact that you’re a HALO now. At least not from us.”

At this, Namjoon flushes and quickly jumps on the defense. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, where the hell did you get this from?”

Hoseok cocks an eyebrow in retaliation. “Seriously? You don’t know? Shall I shed some sun-light on this situation?”

Before Namjoon could interject, a ping signifying an invite to a new group chat sounds off on his phone. Reluctantly, Namjoon accepts the invite and groans at the sight of its name.

INTERVENTION ROOM: JOON IS NOW A HELIOS STAN

Hoseok: He’s here!

Jimin: FINALLY

Taehyung: About time lol

Jungkook: lmaoooo

Jin: Hobi I TOLD you we weren’t ready for him yet

Jin: We we’re supposed to do this when we got to the hotel

Hoseok: He was asking questions! I thought this would be a better time!

Jin: NOT ON OUR PHONES IN SEPARATE CARS ON THE WAY TO THE AIRPORT

Hoseok: 🤷🏻‍♂️

Namjoon: Guys is this really necessary?

Jungkook: Yes

Jimin: Yep

Taehyung: Honestly, I’m just here for the entertainment 😀

Yoongi: I agree with Joon, I don’t think this is remotely necessary

Namjoon: THANK YOU hyung

Yoongi: Sure thing. I’m gonna take a nap now, have fun tearing him apart

Namjoon: Hyung wtf

Jin: Namjoon we’re not tearing you apart, we’re just simply weighing in on a possible obsession you have

Jungkook: Do you know how many fancams he’s liked on Twitter and Insta? It’s more than just an “obsession” hyung

Namjoon: Kook have you been spying on my phone?

Jimin: Well is it really spying when you’re literally watching Y/N wind her hips in 5 different angles out in the open?

Taehyung: OOH CALLED OUT

Namjoon: Okay I’m out, thanks for having me

Jungkook: Laaame. We haven’t even talked about who your potential bias is

Taehyung: I still got my money on Yuna

Jimin: Nah, it’s definitely Y/N

Namjoon: I said I’m out

Yoongi: Y/N is definitely Joon’s type

Hoseok: THE WISE MAN HAS SPOKEN

Namjoon didn’t even bother to read the rest of the conversation as he removed himself from the group and silenced his phone. He promptly shoved it back in his pocket, ignoring the disgruntled sounds of disapproval from Hoseok, and settled for watching the highway zip by through the window.

So now Namjoon is aware that he hasn’t been all too careful with his deep dive into the HELIOS fandom, but he was more surprised over the fact he was caught lurking on HALO stan accounts and not with texting Yerin.

Which now that he remembers; that was the last person he was actually talking to since the show ended.

— + — + — + —

“-and so I guess they just happened to look over my shoulder everytime HELIOS was on my timeline.” Namjoon sheepishly admits to the phone as he takes a seat while rubbing the towel over his damp hair. Lithe laughter sounds from the speaker as Namjoon relaxes into his chair with a soft smile.

“Sounds to me you do have an obsession,” Yerin chuckles on the screen, resting her chin on her hand. “Why would you have so many posts about HELIOS on your feed if you didn’t? Didn’t you know social media is always tailored to your most current hyperfixations?”

Namjoon snorts and lolls his head back, a totally inconspicuous way to show off his shirtless chest fresh out of the shower. “Oh please, they’re one of the two biggest Kpop groups currently on world tour with similar routes, people are bound to either talk about us or them.”

Yerin hums in response, arching an eyebrow. “Someone’s a little cocky.”

Albeit trying his hardest to flaunt his confidence, Namjoon feels the heat creep across his cheeks as he moves to sit up right. He’s still not used to flirting with someone like Yerin.

In fact, finding time to actually video call Yerin was very few and far between, so it was rare for Namjoon to hold a casual conversation with her that wasn’t through written word. Even still, seeing her still brought out the embarrassingly giddy side of him trying a little too hard to impress a pretty girl he’s come to like.

If he could slap himself directly, he definitely wouldn’t hesitate to do so. How old was he? 14?

Can anyone blame you? The little voice in his head creeps in. Just look at her.

Even dressed down in a messy bun and lounge clothes, Namjoon thought of her as the essence of perfection. Stunningly beautiful. Downright sexy. Amazing humor and intelligence. Absolutely everything he wanted in a woman. He absolutely could not afford to look like a fool in front of her.

Yerin looks away at her computer off screen to click at a few things, no doubt tinkering with the next hit for her current client, then stretches out her exhaustion, yawning before turning back to Namjoon. Suddenly he feels guilty.

“Are you tired?” Checking the clock in his hotel room, Namjoon tries to calculate the current time in his home country on his hand. “Isn’t it late for you right now? you should go to bed.”

Yerin sighs and shakes her head. “Nah, it’s not that late. Besides, I wanna keep talking to you.”

Namjoon only smiles, and awkwardly turns his head away, unsure of what else to talk about. There’s a stretch of silence. Yerin stares at Namjoon through the screen as he busies himself with nothing in particular, waiting for him to carry on. However the awkward pause lingers on until Yerin clears her throat.

“So, will you be seeing them in concert? Since your tour routes are headed the same way?”

Namjoon snaps his head back at attention, “Who?”

Yerin can only chuckle. “HELIOS silly, y’know since you’re such a big fan now.”

Namjoon suddenly flashes back to his fumble in the car ride to the airport earlier that morning, making him inwardly cringe.

“Actually they were at our concert last night, they’re having their London concert right now, I think.” Yerin feigns an overactive gasp.

“You mean to tell me they went to your concert and you didn’t get me an autograph?”

“To be fair, they left right after the show since they had an early schedule the next day.” Namjoon scratches the back of his head before continuing, “...and I didn’t find out they attended until this morning.”

Yerin lets out a laugh. “Wait, they didn’t tell you?”

Namjoon only bites his lip and shakes his head, trying to build up his flirty confidence again.

“Apparently I was too distracted by a lovely woman on my phone that I didn’t catch them talking about it.” Namjoon flashes his best smile. Yerin raises a teasing one of her own.

“Who? Your HELIOS bias that keeps gracing your twitter feed?” Namjoon sputters, prompting Yerin to let out another laugh. “I bet it’s Yuna huh? I always thought she was the prettiest.”

Namjoon scoffs at the absurdity, first his bandmates, now the girl he’s trying to impress. “I don’t think Yuna would be the type to date men younger than her.”

Yerin shrugs with a wink, “Hey, you never know.”

They share a short laugh before the conversation dies down again. Yerin yawns again, signifying how late it is for her. Namjon takes this as the perfect time to end the call.

“Anyway, it’s really late for you. I’d hate for you to be sleep deprived because of me.” He urges her earnestly. Yerin doesn’t decline this time, and nods her head in agreement.

“Yeah I know, I just really like talking to you.” This makes Namjoon’s heart skip a beat.

“I know, I do too.”

“Well, I’ll talk to you later?”

Namjoon smiles earnestly and nods his head. “Of course.”

They both bid their good nights before the call ends, leaving Namjoon to stare blankly at his home screen. Although successfully being able to hold a—somewhat—face to face conversation with Yerin, he couldn’t help but feel just as awkward as he did talking with her just moments ago.

I’m just off my game. He hypes his self assurance up. He’s been so caught up in the world of being a global icon that it’s been a while since he’s had to charm a potential partner, he’s normally not so awkward where he doesn’t know how to hold a simple conversation.

Namjoon sighs, chewing the inside of his cheek as he stares off into the Parisian view from his hotel room. He’s just…stressed. Yeah, that’s it. So stressed due to being on tour for a little over a month now and having to deal with everything that comes with it, totally a valid reason behind why he’s suddenly getting tongue talking to a beautiful woman. With everything going on, there has been little time to just let himself go and relax.

Namjoon shakes his head and runs a stressed hand through his hair, eyeing the phone that was left propped up on the table.

Biting his bottom lip, he contemplates his next moves carefully. He’s a grown man in the privacy of his own suite in a fancy hotel, he’s allowed to indulge in his needs once in a while, right? Couldn’t he just take the edge off for a few minutes before he had to go back to being a professional? For the sake of relaxing, of course.

Feeling his hand twitch at his side, he eyes the phone again, then the door to his room across from him.

No one should be bothering me for the rest of the night anyway…

There’s little room for argument before he’s snatching up his phone and cutting the lights before diving under the covers.

In half a second he’s already pulling up the app and scrolling through Twitter, fancams of your performance gracing his timeline. It was now your turn to take on London for your tour, and considering how late it was getting, it must’ve been well into the setlist of your show.

Sure enough, different angles of your London show start rotating into his feed. He’s seen enough videos of your setlist to know which songs were already performed. Scrolling down, he watches as you and the girls party it up on stage. All laughs and smiles as you let yourself go on stage, completely engulfed in the performance. What once had unjustifiably bothered him before now brought comfort and joy to his demanding schedule and it was something he decided he can indulged in at the end of the day when he was finally all alone, because the last thing he needed was another teasing remark from any bandmate claiming he was neck deep in the HELIOS craze.

But that wasn’t the case. Your group just happened to pop up on his feed for every social app he pulled up, and he just happened to like all of the videos that portrayed HELIOS’ creative output. He was an artist too, he can appreciate his fellow colleagues and their own work every once in a while.

The most important thing was that he was still keeping you at arms length like he promised himself. Your place in his life was still the same as it was before; another idol in the industry that he would cross paths with once in a blue moon. You never created a HALO out of him; he was just conveniently following the most popular HELIOS stan accounts to view your progress, merely recognizing every HELIOS related video that came his way, simply valuing all the HELIOS songs that cycled through his Spotify recommendations, knowing only enough about you and the members to debunk all the rumors that floated around you and your career.

He scoffed. Obsessed fan? No, that was his sister. Kim Namjoon was an artist appreciating another colleague in his space. Nothing more, nothing less.

His train of thought stopped at a still image of you; it was new, something unrecognizable from the setlist he’s memorized.

It was followed by an onslaught of gifs—gifs already? That was fast—with a clearer view of a new outfit that was definitely not in the setlist he memorized.

You’re strutting down the catwalk easily with your heels, all black attire. Your signature look which you’ve carried since your debut.

Then he saw the first video.

The same scene of you strutting, but this time with sound. After tuning into your voice from the screams and cries of the crowd, he learned that the song was your solo from your latest album, and this was the first time you’ve performed it.

It was a slow r&b beat but overlaid with your power vocals, an instant hit on your album and something the crowd was dying to see live on account of their reactions. You reveled in the performance, moving smoothly to the melody as the crowd waved their lightsticks in sync to the rhythm, singing along with you.

It was a captivating sight, but Namjoon would never openly admit that your performance bloomed an unfamiliar warmth in his body. He’s seen you perform before, plenty of times as a matter of fact, but this was the first time he’s experienced any symptoms. Seeing your bright smile as you command the crowd to wave along with you while bopping to the beat left goosebumps to raise across his arms. His heart raced hearing your smooth voice dip into a growl as you belt the chorus. He was even finding it hard to swallow every time you flashed your signature smirk to the crowd.

He quickly shuts his phone off and pushes it out of reach. That was… an odd reaction.

Quickly shaking it off, he curls up on the side of the bed opposite from where he left his phone, signaling his body to start going to sleep.

Reacting to the way you performed meant nothing, he was only admiring how passionate you are as a singer. The sudden increase in heart rate? That was just him feeding off of your energy on stage. The goosebumps on his arms? The song was just remixed well for the concert. Swallowing hard at your smile? Ah hell, he’s a simple man. He can recognize a beautiful woman regardless if she doesn’t return the sentiment.

Then his mood drops, remembering where he started from. That’s right, even after everything, you still don’t like him.

Well no matter, Namjoon thinks as he slowly drifts to sleep. It’s nothing to worry about. It’s not like you’re someone who’s meant to be present in her life. Arms length away is all you need.

— + — + — + —

September 2019

Rushing to make it back to the dressing room, Namjoon follows the boys as they round the corner of the backstage hall before hearing the faint sounds of…crying?

Well that’s odd, no one should be back here.

He pauses for a moment, watching his bandmates disappear around the adjoining hall, then slowly back tracks and walks the opposite direction, silently moving closer until he hears a worried voice over unsettled sobs.

“Just stay here okay? Don’t move, I’ll get you water.” A woman’s voice hushes reassurance to her companion before the quick clicking of heels echo down the other end of the hall.

Before deciding against making this situation any of his concern, he peers around the corner to see an empty corridor with nobody around but a girl sitting hunched over her lap, body wracked with violent sobs.

Oh fuck.

Namjoon is at a loss.

Here he is, standing in an abandoned hallway with a stranger having a complete breakdown right in front of him. Just your normal Saturday afternoon.

Namjoon has absolutely know idea what to do, fidgeting awkwardly in place, undecided if he should try to help the girl or turn around and just walk away like nothing ever happened. He was supposed to be back in the dressing room in less than 20 minutes to pack up and leave. Did he even have time to try to console a complete stranger right now?

While trying to figure out the most ethical and guilt free approach, Namjoon pauses upon closer inspection of the girl.

She’s not dressed in everyday clothes nor any staff uniform. The sequined wrapped dress down to the designer heels and mic pack still hooked up to the waist was a dead give away for Namjoon to recognize it was another idol.

However, the outfit and the heels begin to look familiar as he feels himself walking closer to her. And even before he even thinks to try to turn back at this point, he’s already in front of her, kneeling down quietly and placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

The body reacts violently to the touch as they both jump back; Namjoon with his hands raised in mercy, face to face with the bewildered eyes of…

“…Y/N?” Namjoon calls out to you softly.

Up until this point, Namjoon couldn’t think of anything more terrifying than the scene before him; your arms violently gripping your upper body, caging your chest to keep your lungs from bursting from all of the deep uneven breaths you took, eyes blown wide and confused as you hold Namjoon’s concerned gaze.

He can practically see the realization wash over you as you recognize that the person in front of you is probably the last person on earth you’d want to see right now.

You drop your gaze as your breathing starts to become erratic, you look anywhere but the man in front of you and squeeze yourself tight, yet you don’t move from the seat he found you in. Then it clicks.

You’re having a panic attack.

“Hey, nonono it’s okay.” Namjoon begins to coo. He places just the tips of his fingers atop your knee and your eyes snap back to his.

Your vision focuses on Namjoon’s gentle gaze as he looks up at you with hooded eyes, almost urging you to stay grounded with him.

The uneven sobbing slows just a bit as Namjoon takes both of his hands and places them upright before you, allowing you the chance to deny him should you want to.

“Can I try to help you?”

Yuna left you here to get water and you’re all alone with your sworn enemy while your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest.

“Y/N, I need you to try to take deep breaths now, okay?”

It’s hard to hear the man in front of you with your pulse beating so loud in your ears. But he’s saying something. You see his mouth move and he tries to keep his eyes locked with yours.

“Deep breathes. I’ll do it with you, okay?” He repeats directly to you.

The message finally gets across as you will yourself to establish composure. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod frantically, sobs still trembling through your form.

When you open your eyes, you see Namjoon’s waiting hands turned upwards before you, still giving you the option to use him as leverage. Hiccupping, you slip your hands in his and he’s careful to accept them.

The first thing you notice about his hands is they’re huge. Even his thumbs that are stroking the back side of your palms takes up most of the surface area. And they’re… soft. It begins to comfort you in a way you would’ve never thought.

“Okay,” your eyes shoot back up to the sound of his voice. His hooded eyes never seemed to leave you.

“Slow breaths in through your nose, and push them out through your mouth. Do as many as you can, we’ll do it together.”

You inherently grip his hands in response. He gives you a soft smile in return.

In counts of four, you follow his lead in taking long deep breaths with closed eyes. You start off shaky between your sobs, but slowly begin to relax into yourself. All the while, you begin to reality crawl back to your senses.

You’re backstage in a hallway somewhere in the music show studio. You were walking back to your dressing room worried about something you couldn’t even recall. Yuna was chasing after you, trying to get you to calm down before you got way too deep in your own head, but it was already too late.

You remember your voices were raised, arguing over something so insignificant now—you could kick yourself for realizing the way you treated your unnie when she was only trying to help. Not long after that you were becoming hysterical, heart rate and breathing ramping up as you fell into panic.

Yuna ushered you to sit down and breathe as your body was assaulted with uncontrollable sobs and told you to stay put as she got you water.

Then Namjoon appeared.

The last person on this earth who you would think to see kneeling in front of you and offering you help at your most vulnerable, and you calmed down faster than any method or technique that was taught to you by your therapist in the last 3 years. Kim Namjoon; who’s kneeling before you, hands holding yours, coaching you to breathe with closed eyes and a soft voice.

Even with it happening right in front of you, you still couldn’t believe it.

Namjoon notices the lack of uneven breaths from you and opens his eyes to meet your gaze. You’re wide eyed, cheeks stained with your tears as your glossy stare holds his.

“Better now?” He asks quietly, still letting his thumbs glide over the tops of your hands.

Unable to voice any words, you opt for nodding a yes. He grins in response and your brain stops. The first thing you notice is his dimples, adorning each side of a perfect smile. It’s the only thing you can focus on until it's slowly ripped away from you as he gets up from the ground.

“I was worried for a sec, I thought I was going to need to call management or something.” He chuckles awkwardly, placing a hand behind his neck.

You look down at his other hand, still holding yours. Your muddled brain trying to make sense of it all, but only coming up with the conclusion that if he lets go of you, you might spiral out of control again.

And the concern must’ve been written all over your face because he’s level with your face again after pulling a chair up to seat himself across from you, all while never letting go of your hand.

“Is… Everything okay?” Namjoon is cautious to ask.

You grit your teeth and shake your head, trying to wave off your current situation like it’s nothing.

“I don’t think you’d get it if I tried to tell you.”

Namjoon nods slowly, “Yeah you’re probably right.” You lock eyes with him as he gives you a half smile for reassurance.

“It’s not my place to ask, and you’re not obligated to share anything. I just heard someone crying and I thought I could help.” He shrugged, glancing down at your joined hands before looking back up at you. “Did you want to be alone now?”

You felt your head shake ‘no’ before you could voice an answer.

“Then I won’t go.” Namjoon responds softly.

The two of you sat in the hallway in comfortable silence, and not once did he dare to let go of your hand. It was soft in his grasp, and he allowed himself to selfishly rub his thumb over the back of your hand as you stare off into the distance. It was rather odd—being in this situation—comforting the lone woman who swore him off as her competition while he watched her from afar. But the silence was fine for him; there didn’t need to be any conversation if it wasn’t warranted, so long as it made you feel better.

Seconds tick by before another word is spoken, almost barely above a whisper.

“How do you do it?” Namjoon’s eyes snap up to you, still staring away from him as you repeat your question. “Be such a successful leader, how do you do it so effortlessly?”

Namjoon is taken aback by the sudden inquiry. Last time he checked, he was always at his wits end as a leader. Was there even such a thing as doing it successfully?

“I… don’t know what you mean by that.” Namjoon tiptoes around his response carefully. “I barely consider myself successful, let alone being able to do it effortlessly.”

You scoff, lifting one corner of your mouth in a sardonic smile. “Don’t act bashful now, I mean you just won Inkigayo for the umpteenth time.”

Namjoon presses his lips in a thin line, the real Y/N was bound to come out and bite sooner or later.

“Y/N, when have I ever said I was a successful leader?”

“You never needed to, everything you do says it for you.”

Namjoon flinches back from the acidity of your tone as you drop the accusation on him. “Y/N…”

“Listen, forget I asked…” You begin to back pedal, but Namjoon calls you back with a deep voice. You falter, seeing the seriousness embedded in his hooded eyes.

“There’s no secret to being an effortlessly successful leader, I would think you’d know that as much as I do.” He holds your gaze as he does your hand while you remain too stunned to say anything.

“Success doesn’t come from winning every music show award. It comes in the form of ensuring our members are happy and taken care of. To make sure whatever we create is done with enough love and care so our fans can enjoy it. To be mindful of how we take care of ourselves at the end of the day because we know that this role and title is anything but effortless, it’s pure hard work.”

He gathers both of your hands in his as he places his elbows on his knees, leaning forward face to face with you.

“And if that’s the criteria for success, then I’d say you’ve been managing well.”

Tears prick at your eyes as his gaze softens on you.

“From what I’ve seen, you do everything in your power to make everyone else happy. But while that can be admirable in itself, what’s left for you in the end? To be stressed out and upset over everything else you can’t accomplish? Y/N you’re only human, and you already do so much for others, you can’t forget about yourself.

“Don’t carry the world on your shoulders just because you hold the “leader” title. It took me years to figure that out, and even more to learn how to lean on the ones who make me a successful one. No battle is worth fighting alone, especially when you have people to fight with you.”

There’s nothing else you can say as you let Namjoon’s words settle into your skin. It sounded so…right. He addressed the very problem plaguing your entire existence and you didn’t even have to tell him word for word. He just…knew. He understood. And he didn’t reprimand or belittle you for anything.

In that moment, you’ve finally realized you were dead wrong about Kim Namjoon all along.

You cast your gaze down to look at your joined hands once again. He doesn’t make any moves to leave, so you two sit there with the conversation left in the air around you.

“Hey..” You mumble, eyes still trained on your connected hands.

He hums in response, looking up to see you harshly wipe away the streaks of tears on your cheeks. Never had he seen you so lonely before.

“Don’t… tell anyone you found me like this?” The request was meek and made you feel small, but Namjoon one houses your hands in his.

“Of course, Y/N.” His deep voice reverberates through your body, leaving you feeling safe and secure.

Maybe you can trust him, just this once.

— + — + — + —

The sight around the corner of the hallway was more than enough for Yuna to stop dead in her tracks, the biting chill from the water bottle in her hands long forgotten as her mouth curls into delighted grin.

Y/N and Namjoon sitting alone together; albeit in silence, but their joined hands between them spoke volumes of confirming her suspicions.

This is playing out a lot better than I could imagine it.

She gives them at least ten more minutes before calling out to make her presence known.

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