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hoebaring · 1 year

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Open Books (48) | Kim Namjoon

Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it's dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word Count :- 3.5k words

Additional Tags/Warnings ;- This chapter has ANGST! Sad tears everywhere! But don't worry, they get through it (at least a part of it). Namjoon is smug in this- he can NOT stop teasing Y/n omfg :( I feel bad for her, and myself (cause your author is falling in love with her characters and has to stop) To summarise this, buckle up for a lot of tears, lots of teasing and lots of smiles. It's the whole package (like namj- ok, I'll stop now)

heavily unedited, btw :) please, please forgive me if there are spelling errors. I stretched this out over a lot of days so it got tiring at a point :( thankyou for understanding <3

Masterlist Previously Next..? (In 2 weeks)

~Hope~

As Y/n stands behind the curtains that conceal her from the audience, her heart beats fast against her ribcage, loud like the bass of the speaker as the host starts the event, making blood rush up to the tips of her ears, awakening the unusual dream-like view on the world around her right now.

This is it. The turn in her life that leads to the smooth road on which she will continue her journey towards achieving her goals, her journey towards her dreamland that she'd been fantasizing about for as long as she can remember.

Nothing could ever compare to the excitement she feels right now!

Or at least, that's what she thinks.

The minute Y/n peaks out of the velvety, red curtain to get a look into how much of an audience there is, she spots Namjoon dusting something off of his pants as he settles down into his chair in the front row.

The mere fact that he chose to sit so close to the stage makes her heart flutter girlishly, mind squealing in delight.

The excitement she feels soon lulls into a lovely, pastel shaded emotion of calm when his eyes meet hers, a dimpled smile present on his face.

It's at this moment when she remembers how her liking for him has become a much simpler emotion than the complex one she had at the beginning. That is, when her liking for him tip-toed a small way past the fine line between friendship and more.

Y/n has willingly run away from the fine line now, further and further into the section of 'more', and the more she realizes how much of her heart she's putting into this, the more soft and homely it, & he feels to her.

Y/n has always thought of love as an emotion that would, in an ideal situation, occur naturally.

Her foster parents' relationship, however, had almost convinced her that she might be wrong.

Nevertheless, she did not ever see any harm in trying to cling onto hope for survival.

It's what enabled her to stay strong and live, after all.

This idea of 'love occurring naturally' is what makes Y/n's heart melt into a puddle of happy tears when the realization of how it is not a grand or fancy moment that she requires, but a simple, momentary glance into his eyes to remind her of how she feels more than just hope now.

Like how a flower gradually blooms to it's fullest to spread it's wonderful fragrance for everyone to enjoy, her hope has evolved and grown to become love.

What better way to dwell in the love than by spreading it?

And that's exactly what Y/n decides to do.

Little does she know, she's already spread it.

Namjoon loves it, and her.

The sound of the microphone's feedback combined with the audience's applause is the only indication of the seminars end, for her mind and heart are still stuck back at the stage that she walks away from, swooning at how well the entire ordeal had gone by.

She loved every part of it. The steady grow in confidence the longer she stood on stage was impeccable as the slight tremor in her hands waned away, mic no longer heavy in her hands as she explained the entirety of the project along with Ji-Hoon, highlighting every little detail that they worked on for hours, days, together.

But, oh, nothing could ever compare to the loving warmth she felt when she looked Namjoon in the eye.

It wasn't just her love for him that made her feel warm, but his.

Speaking of which, where is he? She asks herself as she strolls around the long, red carpeted corridors in search of the male.

Y/n had observed him get up half way through the seminar when he saw Seok-Jin arrive and signal for him to come over.

She strolls around for a little while more, a happy little skip accompanying her walk every now and then, much like the skips of her heartbeat as she thinks of finding him, speaking to him, merely being with him, in his presence.

Never once had Y/n thought she would have anything that she did today.

Getting an offer from such a prestigious university was far from the clutches of her thoughts when in high school, because, unlike her current academic scope, she wasn't a high scoring student.

What was the reason? Well, it could be because of problems at home, or the fear of math, but who cares? They're just excuses. And that attitude, the mere thought of wanting to be better than excuses, gave her hope.

Wanting to better herself and not limit herself to excuses, allowed her to grow room for more.

And liking someone? love? dating? Hah! Not only did Y/n frown upon the ideas, she thought they were unnecessary; blasphemous even.

She didn't believe in the superficial means of dating and attraction that accompanied the teenage dream.

She never believed she would be able to find love at such a young age.

And the fact that she did, makes her feel like a fool.

A fool, yes, but a fool in love.

Y/n turns to walk around the last corner on the left, voice low as she calls out to Namjoon in hopes of getting a reply.

"I know this is surprising Namjoon-ah" Seok-Jin' s voice is but a mumble as it comes from the dim lit room in the corridor. Y/n walks closer, hand raised to knock on the door, but before she can, she hears his voice.

"I'm n-not surprised" Namjoon's pleasant voice cracks, despair tainting it, making her heart drop.

On quiet toes, she moves away from the door and takes a seat on one of the many chairs present by it. It creaks slightly as she does, making her cringe, hoping that they haven't heard her.

"That's the problem.. I'm not surprised" Namjoon continues with a bitter chuckle and it's almost as if she can hear him grit his teeth as he says it.

"A part of me knew this would happen, and yet, I let it happen. I've let her down, hyung."

Oh..

Is it what I think it is?

"And I hate myself for it right now. How am I to tell myself to choose between things that I love, hyung?"

A small part of Y/n knew that a day like this would come. She knew all along.. and yet, let things go on as they were, for as far as they were.

"It's so unfair hyung.." Namjoon sniffles.. wait, sniffles?

He's crying?

Y/n's eyes widen at the thought, heart plunging to her stomach, dismissing the remnants of the butterflies that had pleasantly occupied it earlier. Now, the butterflies flutter their way up to her throat in the form of unshed tears, sitting there in a way that is too uncomfortable for her.

But then, what about this situation is pleasant?

"Namjoon-ah.. I tried.. I really did. But there was nothing more I could-"

Before she can stop it, the unshed tears in her throat escape her in the form of a small whimper, which they hear, no doubt.

"I'm sorry Namjoon-ah" Seok-Jin almost whispers before seemingly walking away, toward the door.

The want to help and comfort his friend weighs him down, head hanging low with the weight. He feels helpless. There's nothing he can do, really.

He comes to a stop beside Y/n and whispers a small, feeble apology, before he continues to make his way out of the corridor, the sound of his receding footsteps heavy like the dense atmosphere.

It's quiet as she listens to the silence that hangs in the air, contemplating on whether or not she should talk to Namjoon.

Hell, why was she even considering the latter?

She turns on her heel and faces the room.

There he stands, face blank, eyes filled to the brim with tears that threaten to spill as he stares at her, the hope that had blossomed up until now nowhere to be seen.

This is the first time Y/n has seen Namjoon cry.

It's always been him that stayed strong, for his mom, Dahee, for Y/n too. Not once has he failed her.

As she walks closer towards him, it becomes clearer as to why he is crying, pieces fitting together way too perfectly for her liking as she feels the familiar sting of hurt and anger prick her in the chest.

"Namjoon-ah" she calls out and his eyes meet hers.

Damn..

The very same eyes that looked at her with hope for more earlier today, stare into hers devoid of it.

Instead of the sparkling light behind those intricate slits, there's a dull, almost tired spark of the simple emotion we like to call love.

Namjoon is.. tired, to say the least.

Tired of having to fight for the smallest slivers of love that he expects from life. Tired of having done so at home, and having to face the same torturous experience here too, with her.

Not with her, please.. not her too!

Anger, contempt and distress bubble through his veins, and before he can stop himself, the emotions seep through his voice like they usually would when around the man that caused a similar kind of pain back at home.

"I do not want to talk about it, Y/n" his voice is curt, a sneer on his face, almost as if there's a.. wall that he's trying to put up around himself, as if he is trying to protect himself.

Protect himself, not from her, but from that miserable concoction of emotions that he whirls in right now.

Y/n feels a familiar prick in her heart, one that she knows all too well.

Never once had Namjoon, her Joon, ever spoken to her like so.

Voice ever so cold, eyes not willing to meet hers as if the very thought was foul. Instinctively, the sirens blare at her, noisily pleading for her to shield herself from the violent pinch in her proverbial heart.

Why? There is no need. This is Joon. He'd never hurt her.

His reaction.. was something she hadn't ruled out, something she considered might happen.

She has seen this before, felt this before.

This miserable instinct of not wanting to let the other person know that they've gotten to you no matter how much it hurt on the inside, might be the only thing that kept her sane back home.

And she completely understands how it might have affected him outside of such a hostile environment too. You see, she's experienced it too.

And she knows that the moment he uttered those words, a huge truck of shame would have crashed down upon him, making the self respect wither and welt away like the last flower in winter.

"Please.. talk to me" she whispers, hand on his shoulder as she tries to swallow the lump of tears down in hopes of staying strong for him.

Silence.

"Joon.. tell me. Is it what I think it is?" Y/n speaks once more, hating the fact that she can't find it in her to truly voice it out.

"I.. I can't Y/n-ah.. I can't do this all over again. I'm tired.." he breaks as pitiful sobs wrack through him.

"How.. how is it fair of him to ask me to choose between you and them?"

So it is that. The cliché "trainees must not date" rule they'd been dreading silently.

It must have been because the producer saw them together that day.. when Joon introduced her to him as his girlfriend.

This is isn't a big deal! We'll move past this.. right?

This.. sure, it might seem dramatic to most people. But to Namjoon, to Y/n, oh, it isn't drama. It's true exhaustion that settles in their bones as they think of how much they'll have to struggle for this too.

It's always been a battle for them. Be it at home, at school, with themselves.. they've always had to struggle for the smallest bits of hope. And now, Namjoon can't seem to find any more strength within himself to get up.

She can see that he's on the verge of letting go.. of giving up.

"Please, Namjoon-ah.. talk to me" Y/n begs, as if hearing his voice will soothe her aching heart.

However, it doesn't.

"No Y/n! I can't talk!"

Her breath hitches, and for the first time around them, uncomfortable silence follows.

Unbeknownst to him, contempt seemed to lace his voice. His face is twisted into a hateful scowl, the tears that stain his face angry, his eyebrows furrowed as if the last thing he wanted was her to see him so vulnerable.

The anger he seems to carry. The contempt. The fact that he doesn't want her to see him vulnerable, without any walls up.. she knows why this is happening. Like said before, sge is all too familiar with the trauma for her liking. She understands.

But, a small part of her can't help but think that maybe.. maybe it was only her that felt comfortable. Maybe she didn't earn all of his trust yet..

That breaks her.

Hot tears roll down her face, burning the skin as they do and she has to grit her teeth to try and calm herself down, eyes closed to try and block out the bright light, feeling all too overwhelmed by everything now.

Before she can let her mind race farther down that dark road, however, she feels herself being engulfed into a hug. One that seems to piece back all that she felt break inside her.

She feels safe in his arms. Warmth. Like a subtle ray of sunlight when out on a cold day.

The pleasant silence returns, loud enough to block out all that noisy chit-chatter.

That's all the apology she requires to soothe her. That's all the love she needs to find her way out. To find hope.

"I.. I can't talk about it" he starts, voice broken. "Because if I do, it would mean that it matters."

"But it does matter, Joon.. doesn't it?" She asks, although she feels no reason to.

She knows it does.

"Of course it does, Y/n. But, that scares me. Because, if it matters, it's real. And when it's real, it hurts." He completes, voice growing more steady, more sure with every word he speaks, almost as if the strength he lost returned as he did.

That's what being in her presence did to him. She gave him strength.

"But it is real. It does hurt, Namjoon-ah. We can't run from it." Y/n shakes her head, gently moving away from him to look at him. "Don't you think it's going to be easier if we do this together?"

"It would.." he nods as he cups her face, wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks. The tears he caused.

Wincing at the thought, he looks away, the pain returning once more.

How could have done this.. ugh.

He was the one that was supposed to protect her from harm if ever threatened.

He was the one that was supposed to keep her safe from pain.

He wasn't supposed to have fucking caused it!

That is the responsibility he took the moment he loved her. The moment she allowed him to do so.

To keep the other's heart safe. That is the responsibility of love.

And he failed, miserably so.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n-ah. I promise.." he feels his voice break once more as he presses his forehead against hers, unable to look her in the eye, ashamed of himself.

".. I promise Y/n..! I never meant to hurt you. Truly.." he begs.

"I know, Joon. I know. But, it.. it hurt that, even though it was for a second, you felt the need to hide how you felt about this from me." Y/n sniffles, hating that she can't stop the small tears although she isn't mad at him.

That, he hates.

She should be mad at him! Not just look at him with those eyes that already whisper words of love and affection.

She should give him a chance to work for it! How else is he supposed to get rid of the guilt he feels? How else is he supposed to feel worthy of her love once more? Of her, in all her grace?

"I can't take back how I said what I said, Y/n-ah. But, I don't know what else to do, but ask you if you can forgive me?" he pleads, voice a mere whisper, as if anything louder would break him.

"Of course I do, Joon." She replies, a small smile making it's way onto her face when he tucks a small strand of her hair behind her ear, staring at her as if she's the most precious to him on this planet.

She is.

"Let me make it up to you.. please. I really am sorry." His shoulders shake ever so slightly with the guilt that consumes him.

"Hey.. hey, I know." Y/n tilts his face up so its no longer looking down with shame, hating how he can't seem to accept her forgiveness. Hating how he's beating himself up for it.

"There's nothing to make up for. You made it better. It's ok, Joon. I'm fine, see?" It's her turn to wipe away the tears streaming down his face, smiling once he nods his head.

"Oh, I love you" he confesses, chuckling once she starts crying once more.

This wouldn't stop anytime soon, would it?

Neither of them are surprised with his confession. Maybe because he just stated what they knew all along.

There isn't much that changes for either of them when he utters the words.

The world doesn't stop, their hearts don't beat faster, there isn't a chaotic dance the butterflies perform.

No. Instead, they feel at peace. Like as if saying those words restored that little bit of hope they needed in the moment.

Of course he had to say it first! This day wasn't going as planned at all..! But then again, she isn't going to complain about this.

"Why? Don't you want me to love you?" Namjoon teases, a cheeky smile on his face as he tries to make the situation better, wiping away her tears once more.

"Shut up..!" She slaps him on the arm with a frown before engulfing him into another hug, laughing at how silly she was being.

"Come on, say it back. You know you want to." he teases more, tickling her once she refuses playfully.

"Ok, ok, fine! I love you too..!" She laughs out, swollen eyes seemingly disappearing when she smiles, nose a tinge of red from all the crying.(blushing too)

"There you go" he smirks cheekily, before leaning down to press a kiss against her forehead, making those butterflies flutter about once more, as if to celebrate the moment, dancing to the beat of hearts that compliment each other.

"What do we do about this.. situation, then?" Y/n asks, glad that they're both in a better frame of mind now.

"What? The one where you can't stop blushing like a tomato? Hm, let me think-" he teases, laughing once she slaps him on the head once more.

"Ok, ok! I'll stop!"

"You're so.. ugh!" She rolls her eyes, as if annoyed by him, although they both know that ain't the situation. The smile she wears gives it away.

"Either way, you still love me"

"Yes, you big old oaf, I do- That's not the point..!"

"Really? I can't help but think of anything but that, however. I wonder why.." He asks, standing up from his spot on the ground.

"Namjoon."

"What?"

"Shut up." She quips, making him laugh out once more as he helps her up onto her feet. He absolutely loved teasing her!

"Come on now, let's get some ice cream and.. you know, talk." He suggests, holding her hand in his warm one.

The walk to the convenience store is quiet, the fresh air just what they need as they think back to what happened, and the situation they're in.

They'd just have to handle it like how they would with any other, they agree. Face it head on, together.

They can't help but smile at the thought of how.. right, it feels to be together as Namjoon shows her the picture of their first outing to the amusement park. One where, much like they are now, eating ice cream, a small bit of it smudged on her nose in the picture.

This day could have gone better, yes. But it doesn't matter. They don't

want a fairy tale. They want each other. At their best, and worst. At their most true moments.

Their love is now stronger than before. Truer than before, because they got through it together.

After all, that's the purpose of their hope, isn't it? To get through tough times. To give each other strength. To be each other's love, and hope.

Oh, they loved this. Each other. Without a doubt.

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poresianparaprio · 1 year

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cherrygyusworld · 2 years

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BTS (OT7)

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temptingempress · 3 years

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The Mafia’s Princess (3)

Summary: “I can’t loose you because if I loose you I loose myself. You’re all I have left.” she begged him to put the gun down. Her bloody knees splashed into the mud. Helicopters surrounded them and the sirens were getting closer and closer but she could think about was him. The man whom she fell in love with, standing in front of them. Gun pointed towards his head.

This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didn’t want to call her y/n so I used my own character that you’ll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperament will change in each story. The character depicted in the photo is my imagination of her, you can depict her anyway you would like.

Warning: Injuries, swearing, knife mentions, mafia mentions (obviously), a little bit of angst.

Previous: https://temptingempress.tumblr.com/post/641614237353099264/the-mafias-princess-jhs-2

“Almost there.” Hoseok huffed as they climbed the hill that led to the abandoned garage. The garage was originally popular amongst the civilians but the town turned into a ghost town, which made it the perfect place for mafia’s to meet up for certain things.

Areum’s P.O.V

I let out a slight giggle hearing Hoseok’s huffs and his struggles to make it up the hill. For a big buff mafia man you’d think he could walk thousands of miles but he could get out of breath just by opening a jar of pickles. “Come on Muscle Man. Just a few more feet to go.” I teased earning a hearty chuckle back from him. “You gotta remember that I hauled your ass for like 3 miles.” He poked my head gently but still managed to make me flinch. “Scaredy cat, ah, there it is.” Hoseok’s P.O.V

Oh thank goodness, I was about to fall face down out of exhaustion, It’s been hours that I’ve been on my damn feet. The large garage was right behind the abandoned mall aka the drug trade. I leaned against the concrete wall showered in explicit graffiti. Taking out my phone I dialed the driver’s number. I took Areum’s hand and pulled her closer to me “Stay close, the crackheads lurk.” The phone then picked up and he said his usual phrase “Annyeonghaseyo jeoneun bangtan sonyeondan hwanggeum maknae jeon jungkook imnida” “Where are you.” I asked him bluntly, too tired to deal with his absurdness right now. “Ahh, I’m in the garage.” The sound of the engine rumbles in the background making it hard to decipher what he was saying “I’m with Cynthia and we are on the fifth flight!” Letting out a low groan, I sure didn’t have it in me to walk five flights up. My legs would surely give out or possibly crack in half. “Drive the car down, the damsel in injured.” Areum crossed her arms as her cheeks puffed out like two balloons “Why do I have to be the damsel? Do I look like I’m in distress? Why can’t I be the hero or the even the black widow!” she went on and on but her words begun to blur out. I was only focused on how to get into that damn car and get back to the house as fast as we humanly could. “I can’t boss, someone might catch us!” “Jungkook that’s a demand not an order. If anyone sees us then we’ll just send an assassin out or something.” “Ah! Quiet down boss. I’m comin I’m comin. You’re gonna get us caught one day.” he then hung up on me which made me slightly irritated. “I should’ve never hired that damn maknae.” Areum slouches next to me but she still with held the smile lurking on her lips. Times like these, it gets comforting to see especially from her. “How do you do it huh?” I chuckled a bit and took her wrist, pulling her closer to me so we could warm each other up in this cold weather. “How do you manage to smile in the most fucked up situations?” “Well, as long as I’m with you the situation isn’t that bad. Besides, I like to see you struggle.” She jokes with a slight laugh giving me the answer I should’ve anticipated.

“Ha ha.” I sarcastically laugh along, ruffling her hair up with my rough fingers. Then, the car finally arrived. It was a old and dirty truck which suits this place very well. I opened up the back door for Areum to go in first. If anyone saw us pull up in a brand new red convertible they would know something was up. Jungkook then put his foot on the gas and pulled off rather very fast. Areum rushed to put her seatbelt on while everyone else just sat there exhausted. It was just the wee hours in the morning, nobody was on the roads so Jungkook cranked the windows down. As long as nobody recognized Areum or me, we should be good. We took the back roads just to make sure. Jungkook turned on the speakers to his favorite songs then spoke loudly “How’d your little getaway go!” Cynthia, the co leader of this mafia, turned down the speakers to allow Areum and I to rest. “Jungkook, why do you have to be so loud all the time?” I knew Cynthia every since I inherited this whole mafia business. She’s always been like a sister to me. She was there whenever I needed her and whenever I didn’t.

I put my hands behind my head and let out a long sigh “It was nice until someone called the damn cops on us.” I let the wind cool me off as I closed my eyes “That part really spoiled the whole entire thing.” Areum hummed to the country music playing in the background. “But it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle! Right Hoseok?” “Mmhm.” I felt myself falling into a deep sleep. My energy to perform anything at this point was drifting away.

Areum’s P.O.V

I took a cover from the floor and draped it over Hoseok he looked like he was passed out. I couldn’t blame him. “I’m sure Hoseok took good care of you... as always.” Cynthia sighed to herself. My face scrunched up as I felt slightly offended, I tried to calm myself down, trying not to get that stuck up princess attitude I always tend to have... I’m working on that. I am. “I guess.” I felt my leg start to sting a bit. The adrenaline was running out and the pain was setting in. Letting out a quiet grunt I held my leg close “I got bit and scratched by dogs.” Jungkook turned back to see the blood beginning to drip down my leg again. I must’ve injured it when I got back up to walk. “Yikes.” Jungkook spoke “Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” He passed me a box of tissues “Here”.

Cynthia looked at me then back to the road “You have to stop being so careless whenever you’re around him.” “Careless?” I took the tissues and started to wipe off as much blood as I could. Once I saw the cut, it only stung even more. I couldn’t think of a smart response because of it. It hurts like hell but I wanted to keep my composure.

Strong women don’t cry right?

Besides, I wanted to be strong for him. I wanted to be strong to Hoseok and to prove everyone that I deserve to be here.

As we drove up to the big mansion where the mafia resided in Jungkook parked the car and I was cared for immediately getting escorted to their little medical room by her assigned nurses. Out of the corner of my eye she saw Cynthia caring for Hoseok, walking him back inside with one of his arms draped around her shoulder. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a hint of jealously inside my heart. Ever since I’ve met her she’s always given me ‘Oh, I’m better than you’ vibes but I’ve been trying to brush it off. I don’t want my own jealousy to get in the way of Hoseok and I. I never did. I looked up to a girl with a silver necklace hanging down her neck. It was Lisa, Hoseok’s sister.

“Follow me” she hums as she takes the mysterious criminals hand. They were rough and she noticed that they were also tatted. She couldn’t get a full glimpse but it looked like part of a dragons tale. The man spoke up as the princess led him through the endless maze of twist and turns.

Hoseok’s P.O.V

“Why are you helping me?” This could be a big trap but then again I have no choice. If it wasn’t for her I’d be surrounded by this damn kingdom and if she pulled anything stupid I have a gun right on my hip and I’m not afraid to shoot little miss princess. A person who gets anything and everything under her fingertips. People like her is the whole reason why me and my family rebelled. People like her enforced the stupid laws society has, People like her ruin everything I’ve worked for but here I was holding her hand. Her grip was tight so it wasn’t like I could let go. “Because I want to help you.” She hums with a slight smile “Besides the castle needed a little action.” We then came to another dead end, this time we were surrounded by vineyards of roses and fine grapes. “And you do realize that you are helping the number one felon in Korea right now?”

Before the princess could respond she ripped the bottom half of her expensive dress off so she could have more freedom in her strides which threw me off a bit. Her thighs are now fully exposed and she had not problem with that. “So?” She took the fabric and tied it along her thigh “You do realize that the wealthiest girl in Korea is helping a felon out right?” She echos. “Do you have a knife?” I pulled out a pocket knife and handed it to her, even though I probably shouldn’t of. This was getting pretty interesting and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know where it was going. The princess went up to the vines and cut them open. I chuckled as she did so “Very smart princess, but wouldn’t they follow us inside-” After she was done cutting the vines a door was revealed. She twisted the golden knob and it led us inside what seemed like to be a small bedroom, with a tv, bed, and a large bookcase. There were paintings on the wall but they seemed like they were either drawn by her or someone else.

The princess pressed on a red button and the vines attached to one another again as if nothing even happened. The princess smiled at me, feeling proud of herself for helping a person like myself out. “You’re welcome.” she beams I scoffed to myself and looked around her mini hideout “You led me to a bed. I’m not interested in making out with you right now, I need to get back to my base.” “Make out?” She crosses her arms and a light blush appears on her face “I wouldn’t t-touch you with a ten foot pole!” I looked down at her hand still attached to mine but she quickly let go of it. I sighed as I started to look around. Thinking about how I could ever get out of here without getting caught. I didn’t want to escape in the morning because that’s when small children flood the maze. It wouldn’t be a good look for a grown man with a gun attached to his hip be in it with them. And besides, I’m on a time schedule.

The princess spoke once again, her arms not leaving her chest “Who says I don’t have a way for you to get out!” “Look sweetheart.” I took out my gun and pointed it towards her head, I really didn’t have a choice. “Stop playing games, get me out of here now or I will shoot you.” She froze once I pulled out my gun but the same smile appears onto her face. What was this girl? Some type of psychopath? “You wouldn’t kill me Mister. If you did you’d spend more time in prison or possibly the dungeon than you’d intend to. Ah, who am I kidding they’d possibly put you to death.” I didn’t drop the gun but she did make a point. I know at some point in my life that I was going to go to jail or die but it’s too soon in the game. I plan to hold my father’s legacy until I die. “Show me the exit now.” My voice rose to stir more fear in her but it failed.

“Not until you tell me your name.” She looked me straight in the eyes. “I.. I want you to be my friend.” “I’m not a good friend.” I chuckled at the how naive this woman was. “I’ll tell you what. You show me the exit and you get a name. Deal?” She thought it over for a moment, lowering her arms she nodded and walked to her bookcase. she pushed it aside and there was a window. It seemed to be led to the woods. I wondered why there was even a such thing in a whole kingdom. Why was she the only one who knew about this. “Can I get-” Before she could say another word I pushed her to the floor, causing her to loose her balance and fall. She shouted at me before I made a run for it. I should’ve killed her. The window was already unlocked to that made it easier for me. Did I feel bad about it?

No, I didn’t.

It was my sister’s birthday and I’m already running late. I checked if I still had the necklace in my pocket and it was still in it’s pretty velvet box. -

Areum’s P.O.V

Lisa helped me onto a bed then got her gloves on. She was very careful not to hurt me anymore than I already was. I trusted her, so I allowed my eyes shut. She was a certified nurse even before this whole mafia deal begun. Lisa accessed the bite and scratches “That dog left a pretty big mark on you.” She informs as she sterilizes her equipment before she uses them. “But it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I chuckle and look down at her “You sound so cool when you say that.” She gave me a smile as she starts to apply alcohol which stung even more. I winced but held in my pain. “You can scream if you’d like. I’m not here to judge.” Lisa hummed.

Well, If I had her permission...

Hoseok P.O.V

“Where’s Areum?” I asked as I held onto Cynthia’s shoulder. I didn’t even notice that we were already to the quarters. I must’ve fell asleep. “She’s getting treated.” Cynthia laid me on my door post allowing me to catch my composure again. Cynthia sighs as she dusts off her red dress that she always wears whenever she’s going out. Unlike me, she could go out whenever she pleases. Her identity hasn’t been given out yet so that’s why she’s our lurer. She lures people with her “charm” so we could eventually handle business with them. “You know.” She walks a little closer to me, feeling my cheek to make sure that the small cut would be okay “If she keeps getting you in danger like this then I’m not sure if she’s the perfect cut for this mafia.” “Cynthia.” I sighed and pulled away from her fingers. “Not this again. Areum is just as deserving as you are.” “What Hoseok, we all know it. She can’t even fend for herself. What makes you think she could fend for you? You’re only putting her in danger, not only her us! The whole mafia empire.” She got a bit mad but she soon calmed down by the look I was giving her. “I’m tired alright, can’t we talk about this some other time?” Cynthia gave me one last look before she went her own way. She had a mission this morning but I had a whole bunch of overdue sleeping to do until I get back on my feet again. I went inside of my room, not even caring to turn on the lights. I just kicked my shoes off and threw my body on the big master bed awaiting me. It felt amazing but yet so empty without Areum lying by my side. As I wrapped myself in the covers I couldn’t help but to think about Cynthia’s words. She was right, if people found us out then it would be over for us as we know it but...

I guess I’m a sucker for her love but I know that this chapter will soon come to an end. It’ll take a miracle if it’s a good one. ~

I hope you guys enjoyed, if you want me to add something more spicy my dms and asks are always open :) Please like this so it gives me motivation to go on! Also, do you like the cover work?

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I think you'd like this story: "STRANGERS" by bangtondream on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/267564793?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=bangtondream&wp_originator=ESlbFhzEvR2ye%2FptKIlUPTQgNqc%2BbG8fDqgRhy6Ato6630Jj3OftqxbttbhaRQRTEPV37Wf%2FVUgAhErQNuUrBVNoAOr93FJzKlOXzZFJJ5h9C4%2FERkQUpqm99DN2N3jU

ReD this ff. Its a namjoon ff tou might be like. In starting it has some writing mistakes but aa you read ahead it will be interesting so please read

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Sandman || KNJ FF - 𝙼𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1034687362-sandman-knj-ff-%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%9A%92%F0%9D%9A%A1%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%8D-%F0%9D%99%BC%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%9C%F0%9D%9A%8A%F0%9D%9A%90%F0%9D%9A%8E%F0%9D%9A%9C?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=listenboixx&wp_originator=XvFQYsePnX%2BFk77IXDV7s7%2FhzNpel6ljN60Ba%2BaYJDlT1SIxE9ixeEaXLPiYl0jY%2FahXFbSs6gzQs3xC9Zq7j8%2FNWVuBv%2FKypZwP84x%2BxD6ivuhm1ZBAasOxuIid2EAi "Sandman, I'm so alone. Don't have nobody to call my own. Please turn on your magic beam. Mr. Sandman bring me a dream." 🏆Acomplished🏆 #4 of 110 #NamjoonFanfiction 2/5/21

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Forever and Always (Namjoon x Y/N (reader) FF) - Undying Love (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Ur2nP7dgKW This is a story inspired by a true story. A kind of love no one can perish nor break. The kind of love that proves the purity and beauty it can give. A kind of love of 2 people, showing that with true love, not even death can do them part.

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help, my wife is a vampire! | knj

Who would’ve told Namjoon that his wife, whom he married five years ago, is a vampire. A bloodsucking demon, a restless creature of the night. In the midst of divorce proceedings, though, you try to reason with him.

Word count: 7.8k

Warnings: smut, divorce discussion, infertility.

# sub!Namjoon, vampire AU, crack fic, blood play, vampire!fem reader (very tall, very sexy), established relationship, begging, dry-humping, fingering, hair pulling, oral sex (male receiving), biting kink, make up sex, dregrading-praise kink, unprotected vaginal sex.

A/N: happy spooky season, everyone! I know I’m late af but this month has been honestly crazy. In a bad way. So, I haven’t had the time to properly sit down and write, the burnout was terrible. Sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy it! Spooky season-inspired Namjoon yay! I love you all <3 <3 <3

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“I mean, at least now you know she doesn’t have a drinking problem or something.”

Yes, that much he knows. It was weird that you had to have your first glass of grape juice thing in the morning, and it did worry him to see that you had such a fixed schedule for your ‘happy little glass’. There are plenty of things about you that finally make sense – now, if only the situation itself made sense!

The fact that he has never seen you asleep makes sense now, as does the fact that your skin is always cold, or that you haven’t aged a bit in the last five years. Namjoon never questioned that you couldn’t have children, but that also makes sense now.

“Hm, yeah,” he murmurs, pressing the bottle against his lips, hesitating to drink. “I mean— I’m still waiting to wake up and see this is actually a nightmare.”

Besides, he never thought vampires existed. Until now, that is; Dracula, Interview with the vampire, Buffy, Twilight, The vampire diaries, he’s watched them all! And yet he never thought that someone so close to him, so dear to him, could be one of them. His wife, his love – he doesn’t know a thing about you anymore. It’s as if you’re breaking his heart.

“I mean, what do you do in a situation like this?” he blurts out. It rather sounds like he’s asking himself.

Seokjin purses his lips with pity. “Are you really going through with the divorce?”

“I guess?”

“And you haven’t tried to talk things out with her? Tried to… understand her?” he insists. “I mean, it took you weeks to process vampires exist, but you’re okay with it now. Maybe you just need to process that she is one, too.”

“How could she hide this from me?” Namjoon suddenly cries out. He’s gripping the bottle of beer, clutching it between his fingers with a grimace of despair. “Two years married, hyung! We’ve been married for two years after dating for another three! And now it’s like I don’t even know her.”

“At least your mother didn’t call her a bloodsucker just because.”

It’s typical of his friend to resort to humour in situations like this, so Namjoon can’t help letting out a chuckle.

“So… Are you seeing her any time soon?”

“I don’t know,” Namjoon lets out with a sigh. “Not before the trial, at least. Our lawyers are taking care of everything for us, so there’s no reason really.”

Seokjin purses his lips. “I think you should. To talk things out, I don’t know – maybe this has a solution? You do love each other, after all… Because you do, right? You’re still in love with her—”

“Of course I am!” he blurts out. He’s suffering from heartbreak, it’s written all over him; he still loves you so madly, but he can’t just forget that you’ve been lying to him for so long, even after you got married. He loves you, but he resents you just as much. “I don’t know, I don’t know what to think, what to feel, I’m a fucking mess.”

There isn’t anything Seokjin can tell him right now that’ll make him feel better. And ‘vampires are really cool when you get to know us’ isn’t exactly something he’s ready to say. Maybe when Namjoon calms down.

“What would you do in my place?”

Ah, not that question again… “Joonie, I already told you, it depends on you,” he says, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to stay with her! But what will we do when I start getting old while she doesn’t? And— and if she suddenly gets thirsty a-and attacks me again—? I keep telling myself that was an accident, she’d never do that to me again— but it’s not like I know her anymore.”

“It was an accident. Y/N still has a functioning brain,” his friends retorts with a chuckle, “and common sense.”

Yeah, he knows – it was your functioning brain and common sense, after all, that he fell in love with. It was what raptured him as soon as he first saw you, so elegant, so intelligent, so gracious. You were wearing your businesswoman attire, heels making you reach his height, freshly off work after Seokjin’s unexpected call inviting you to go for a few drinks with some of his friends. You walked in, mesmerising him with your beauty and calm smile and red lips and lustrous eyes, and then you took a seat next to him and greeted him and complimented his shirt.

Namjoon got your phone number from Jin and asked you out on a date the very next day, dinner at the nicest, most elegant restaurant he could afford. He had a hunch that you were old-school.

“You don’t like the food?”

You quit slicing the steak and gently put down the cutlery. “I’m just… Sorry, I’m just a picky eater. But the wine is delicious.”

He notices you getting nervous so, to avoid pushing on a subject that you might be trying to dodge, he brings up your job. Seokjin told him you have a senior management position, and you do look the part. It’s kind of a turn-on for him.

“Do you want to come in for a nightcap?”

Namjoon has driven you home, he’s nervously fiddling with the keys. Your proposition only makes him sweat more; you haven’t stopped hitting on him all night, dessert included, and there’s something about you that stirs him up – and he doesn’t know it’s just your pheromones easing you the hunt. Besides, he’s completely sure that you were teasing him under the table with your foot earlier.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!”

You’ve got Namjoon pinned against the wall, and he doesn’t really know how you ended up sucking the soul out of him and prompting his hips against your thigh to help him hump your leg.

“Hm, Joonie,” you grunt against his lips before kissing down his throat, “you smell so good, so sweet…”

The praise makes him glow; he was a bit hesitant as he picked the cologne he’d used for your first date, but it seems it’s a success. Your cold fingers, though, snap him out of his thoughts as you stroke up and down his navel, playing with his belt.

He feels a sting in his lips when you nibble on it, but it only makes him whimper.

“Should we take this to the bed, huh?” you ask then between kisses. You can feel his skin prickling, you know he’s teetering on the edge of lust. “My room’s that way.”

As Namjoon nods eagerly, you lead him to your bedroom by pulling at the lapels of his jacket. It doesn’t take him long to get rid of it, though, and in an instant, you’re ready to unbutton his shirt as he strokes your lower back and the two of you stumble back onto the bed. You kiss him again, drag your lips down to his jawline and throat, feeling his Adam’s apple

Once you finally have him pinned down on the mattress, you sit up on his lap and stare at him – your fangs ache, thirst stings in your throat. Oh, how you want to get your teeth into his neck. Nails sinking into your palms, you need to pull away and take a second to calm down.

But even if your instincts scream ‘bite, bite, bite!’, there’s something inside of you stirring at the idea of feeding on him. Guilt, you think it’s called.

He’s staring up at you in expectation, chest rising and falling as he’s finally got a chance to catch his breath. Yes, you want him. You want his body, and his adorable sense of humour, and his dimpled smile, and his love for nature, and all the things he knows, and his passion for music. Gosh, you’ve come to like this human, pathetic. At least you won’t have to lie to Seokjin tomorrow when he inquires after his friend.

You have the wildest sex of his life on your bed, use up to three condoms in one night – that’s a new record for him, seen only once in a lifetime. By the time you’re done riding him into oblivion, Namjoon has seen Nirvana, the dark side of the moon, and ruptured his vocal cords with how loud he’s been.

Snuggled on his side, you lie on the mattress until you feel him fall asleep.

With a groan, you finally get up, shuffling your feet until you pick up Namjoon’s shirt and button it up; you never feel cold or hot, but a neighbour or two in the next buildings has complained about your naked walks around your flat.

As soon as you walk out of the room, your phone starts ringing in your hand. “Noona!” Seokjin’s shrieking voice comes from the other line and pierces through your head. “Namjoon won’t answer my calls. What did you do to him? I asked you not to lay a finger on him! Didn’t you watch Finding Nemo? Humans are friends, not food—! Not the nice ones, at least.”

“Relax,” you say with an amused chuckle, “I changed my mind during dinner; I actually like this one.”

“Where is he now?”

“In my bed,” you finally reply, “knocked down with pheromones.”

“Holy Dracula— you had sex with him? Is he okay? Did you get him ginseng or something? He’s going to wake up tomorrow as if he’s been run over by a truck.”

Peering through the door ajar to Namjoon’s sleeping body, he looks so peaceful. “Thank you for the advice, handsome. I’ll go and make him breakfast before he wakes up. We’ll talk later.”

As soon as Seokjin hangs up, and before you decide to get on with the cooking, you go to your kitchen and take out a jar filled with a thick, red liquid. Gosh, you’re dying to gulp down some good blood and quench this burning thirst that’s creeping up your throat; an entire night with someone with blood as sweet as Namjoon’s almost drove you crazy. If you hadn’t slept with him to focus your instincts on something else, you would surely have thrown yourself at his neck – with different intentions.

“Y/N?”

You heard him on his way here, so it doesn’t startle you. “Hey,” you say with a smile, “you’re up early.”

“What on earth did we drink last night? I feel like shit,” he groans.

You hand him a mug with steamy coffee once you’re done and sit on one of the stools. Namjoon keeps telling you about something related to his job, you’re not sure; you just can’t stop staring at his neck, at his lips, at his body, and die with lust and hunger. What you’d give to pin him down on the counter and devour his lips.

“It’s grape juice,” you say when you notice him staring. “It’s great for your blood pressure… and really healthy, you know?”

“Can I have a glass?”

You purse your lips and look back at your fridge. How on earth are you going to dodge him? “Hm… I think this was the last glass. But I can make you some more coffee? If that’s all right? And, of course, we could make breakfast. I don’t usually eat in the morning, but if you’re hungry…”

He doesn’t say anything, just stares at your lips as you lick some ‘grape juice’ off your bottom lip. With a smirk, you decide to forget about breakfast and wrap your arms around his neck instead, your heights matching, to kiss him deeply. Namjoon groans against your lips and kisses you back without hesitation, giggling afterwards.

“I’d propose going for a second round,” he explains at the sight of your arched eyebrows, “but honestly, I feel as if I’ve been run over by a truck.”

You go out on a couple of dates more through the next month. Dinner, a movie at the theatre, even spending the night at your or his place when you get close enough. Namjoon would’ve never thought he’d ever meet someone so… much like you. Even after he asks you out on a date at the beach and you refuse – claiming to have some sort of sunlight allergy – you’re quick to propose going somewhere darker and more private – where you can grope him and make out without anyone bothering you.

A month turns into a year, and eventually, Namjoon bends the knee. He’s in love with you, and this little tryst, which you had initiated as a fling at first, makes you realise you’re in love with him too. For the first time in a long while, you feel bitter about your inability to grow old and die, and your urges for his blood that hit you at the most unexpected times, and the fact you can’t keep him warm on the cold winter nights.

Sometimes you ponder the idea of telling him the truth, but that would make him figure out Seokjin’s nature too, and that’s too personal, so you can’t really step in there. Also, how can you be sure that he’s not going to run away, or worse, try to hunt you down? It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Oh, God.” Your gasp makes him look up from the pot. “What is this, honey?”

The kitchen is kind of a mess. It also smells like something burnt somewhere, but you’re more interested in whatever it is that your husband is cooking at eight in the morning on his only day off.

“Happy anniversary, my love,” Namjoon chirps, leaning in for a kiss when you walk up to him.

With a wide smile, you kiss him back. “You remembered? Oh, Joonie, you didn’t have to, I’m so— what is that smell?”

“Oh, the soup! And I didn’t slice the meat yet!”

Pulling away from your embrace – and making you miss his presence at that – he rushes to grab the chicken, drops it on the cutting board, and grabs the knife to get on with it before the soup burns even more. However, he cuts his finger in his hurry; a trickle of fresh, crimson-red blood oozes from the wound and drips down his digit.

Namjoon groans in pain. “Ugh, fuck, great, now I cut myself. Can you—?”

It smells just like him, you notice, and suddenly your fangs start aching. Sweet, intoxicating, you can almost feel your pupils shrink to narrow slits. Hadn’t you been so thirsty, you probably wouldn’t have ruined your marriage and, consequentially, your entire life – or the one you’ve built this century, at least. But you are, fuck, you haven’t drunk a drop since last week, and so you throw yourself at him to take his finger into your mouth.

Namjoon gasps at the feeling of your tongue sucking and gulping down what little he’s bled and yelps when he feels a pair of long, clearly non-human fangs brush against his finger pad.

“H-honey—”

Even though you’re not paying attention, he hasn’t noticed the changes in your appearance, merely enjoying the feeling of your mouth around his fingers as he lets you cage him between your arms and his lower back hits the counter edge.

That’s why you don’t let him use the kitchen often. Clumsy as he is, you knew Namjoon would eventually have an accident with a knife or something similar, and you also know yourself well enough to know that, if you’re ever thirsty and near his blood, you won’t be able to control your impulses. Rest your case, here you are, trying it for the first time and falling down the rabbit hole – you won’t forget his taste in a long time.

You take his fingers out of your mouth and go up to nuzzle his neck. “Let me suck you, baby.”

“Yes!” he moans, closing his eyes. “Yes, please!”

But his reaction is different when he feels you sink your fangs into the skin of his neck; the pheromones do their work to some extent, making him shiver all over as saliva pools under his tongue.

The sting seeps into his flesh, and he bucks his hips into yours, his cock getting harder by the second. It’s all happening so fast that he hasn’t even had time to process the fact that you’ve started sucking his blood. Namjoon moans again and closes his eyes in pleasure, though he doesn’t know that it’s going to hurt like hell later.

“Fuck, f-fuck!”

You have to stop. You have to stop this very second or you might never be able to.

It takes you a good deal of iron will to pull away from him, limbs shivering as you slide your fangs out. Blood trickles down your chin, it’s a mess, the sight unholy and weirdly erotic to his still pheromone-filled brain.

He draws his hand to the wound slowly. “Y-your eyes… Y/N, what…? Did you—?”

“Baby,” you blurt out. Guilt starts seeping into your dead heart. “Shit, baby, I— I don’t know what happened to me, please— Joonie!”

You have to catch his body as his knees buckle and he falls against you. His skin looks paler than it was before, you stopped just in time. You need to take him to a hospital, so you fumble on the counter in search of your phone and give Yoongi a call, asking him to get you an ambulance for a hospital of your kind so that no one has to give any explanation to the doctor.

“Namjoon, baby,” you coo, cupping his face. His eyes are open but they’re not fixed anywhere, just staring all over your face, “stay with me, okay? I’m sorry, I love you, I’m so sorry, my love—”

Your phone hasn’t rung all morning. It would have if you hadn’t told your secretary that you don’t want to be disturbed. You’re not in the mood to put up with assholes today – unless they intend to make you jump down their throats, literally.

Tapping the desk with your pen and bouncing your leg, you stare at the papers laid out in front of you.

A divorce decree. Namjoon’s lawyer sent it to your secretary first thing in the morning, and she handed it to you with a face that screamed she knew what it was about.

He wants to divorce you, that’s the solution he thought of. When he woke up in the hospital after you accidentally bit him, he didn’t even let you see him, it was Seokjin who met you at the door of his room and told you he needed some time. Namjoon didn’t want to see you, that much you could understand – but it’s been two weeks since then, and you still have no news from him.

Until today, of course.

“Fucking shit.” Thirst hurts in your temples, you haven’t had the will to drink again ever since that day.

You’d cry if you could; if there were any tears to spill. Fortunately, you can’t, so you won’t have to explain to anyone why you’re sobbing over a bunch of papers. It’d hurt your vampiric pride.

Against all odds, the telephone on your desk starts ringing. You pick it up and ask quite rudely who is it just to hear Seokjin’s voice on the other line. “Calm down, girl. It’s just me. I’ve been calling you on your mobile, but you wouldn’t pick it up. Do you have it on silent? What if there’s an emergency?” he asks in his usual nagging tone. “You have to put your shit together!”

You let out a groan. “Shut up, will you? I wanna be alone.”

“Namjoon told me you’re getting divorced.”

“Well, he’s getting one,” you murmur, but it’s loud enough for him to hear; “I haven’t signed them yet. If only I could talk to him…!”

“Give him some time, okay? It takes a while to process everything he’s been through lately. The guy just found out his wife is a vampire, a blood-sucking demon, a restless creature of the night—”

“Yeah, I got it.”

Seokjin sighs. “He went out for a drink around Yoongi’s district tonight, but maybe tomorrow, as he’ll be hungover, you’ll get to talk to him.” You know it won’t happen, that he’s just trying to lift your non-existent spirits – false hope never gets you anywhere.

“So late at night?” you blurt out, concern deep down your throat. “At least one of you is with him, right?”

“Huh, no? We stayed in, sorry,” Seokjin says apologetically.

Great, Namjoon is apparently roaming the vampire-filled streets of Incheon without any of his vampire friends. You don’t want to get all heroic and worried, but you are – you’re worried something might happen to him now that there’s no one to protect him. Because that was your job, your duty. You were the only one who was supposed to always be by his side and be able to make sure that he never had to mingle dangerously with your kind, as ironic and hypocritical as it sounds.

“So, are you trying to tell me that right now my husband is probably drunk and wandering around some vampire-infested cubbyhole?” you growl. Even if you can’t see it, Seokjin shrinks in his place, not only with guilt but also with some apprehension; he doesn’t want to piss off a vampire stronger than him. “What is wrong with you?”

Namjoon doesn’t want to see you, that much you know. He hates you, despises you for what you are and for lying to him, keeping it a secret for so long. You know that, too. And you want to respect his wishes, but you’re dying right here, worry’s killing you.

Before Seokjin can say anything else, you hang up and grab your coat.

“And what did she do? Did she cheat on you or something?”

The pub is noisy and dark, red lights dancing all over the customers’ faces. Most of them are already dancing, cold skins not breaking a sweat, their non-fictional lungs not needing to catch their breath but enjoying it anyway. The night’s young, they say – immortal almost.

Namjoon leaves the glass on the sticky table. “She— God, I can’t even say it, you’ll think I’m nuts.”

“Give it a try,” the other man says with a sly smile, “you never know; I might have met enough looneys to believe you.”

“She’s a vampire, apparently? Like, the bloodsucking kind. I got a cut using a knife and she attacked me after a five-year relationship! I ended up in the hospital, so fucking confused. And, of course, I was like, ‘Namjoon, you can’t just go around screaming Help, my wife is a vampire! No one’s gonna believe you!’ So, yeah, go ahead, tell me I’m nuts.”

The man’s face has turned pale, paler than it was before. “Your, uh, wife is a vampire?” Namjoon nods, already expecting him to run away or, worse, laugh at him. “And w-what’s her name?”

“Hm, Y/N, why?”

Before he’s got time to ask him, his drinking buddy gets up and rushes to take their coat and the rest of the stuff he brought, blurting out an apology and excusing himself by saying there was somewhere else he had to be. Namjoon just blinks, even more confused, but soon he’s alone again in the middle of the crowd. Great, he scared them off. With a sigh, he finishes his drink and gets up to leave, having embarrassed himself enough for one night.

It’s freezing outside, winter is coming. You used to love spending the coldest mornings with him, claiming you were naturally cold and that you’d made him your personal heater. You’d cuddle on the couch, hug him from behind, and just soak up all his warmth.

Oh, what he’d give to go back to those moments.

As he walks down the street, hands shoved into his pockets in search of warmth, Namjoon realises that, in some way, you were telling him the truth; you are cold by nature, so he technically has been warming you up all these years. In some way, you have been trying to share that part of you with him. His heart aches at the thought.

When you’d offer to wake up early and do the to-do stuff so that he could sleep in, you’d do it knowing what you are and, in some way, trying to share that with him. And it can’t be easy to be like you, can it? And falling in love with someone who will eventually die. Even if you never told him, you had never laid a finger on him, always tried to keep him away from the kitchen as much as possible—

Namjoon feels his heart shrink in his chest, throbbing painfully. All this time, you had been trying to make this relationship as normal as possible – for his sake.

“Excuse me?”

He turns around, startled by the voice coming from behind him. “Hm, yeah?”

The street is empty, barely lit by the streetlamps. They’re flickering as the talking figure approaches him, and he gets a very, very bad feeling; something in his temple aches, seeps into the back of his head as a silent warning.

“I think I’m lost,” the stranger says, “could you help me?” By instinct, Namjoon takes his hands out of the pockets of his coat and nods. “I’m looking for a place… to have a bite.”

And before he can do anything to protect himself, the pair of red, shrunk pupils and sharp teeth pounce on him.

Next thing he knows, he’s being cradled by a pair of cold arms. A siren-like voice calling out his name, begging him to stay with him, his nostrils filled with a metallic smell. His gums taste like blood, too.

“Joonie, J-joonie, baby—”

Blood stains your arms, your hands, your face and neck as you hold him. The assailant now made dust on the ground, you know Namjoon won’t make it – not as a human, at least. He’s lost too much blood, the wound on his neck is too deep, and it won’t stop gushing out blood. He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes and, against all odds, smiles.

His hand meets your cheek. “My love…”

Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened. Namjoon shouldn’t have been wandering around this kind of district. You have to do something.

You lean in to kiss him, and his blood stains your lips too. It smells good, so tempting, but you’re starting to remember what crying feels like; you can’t convert him, it’d be so wrong, you can’t turn him into something he has so blatantly repudiated.

But if you don’t, Namjoon will die. In your arms. After you left him completely defenceless.

It’s okay if he hates you, you know? It’s okay if he despises you for all eternity for making him one of your kind. You’d understand. But, at least, there would be an eternity, and there would be a life for him – secretive, nocturnal, and monstrous, but Namjoon would live, and that’s all that matters. He can hate you all he wants after he survives.

As your fangs sink into the skin of his neck, you suck all the blood you can, gulp it down your throat with a groan of pleasure. It’s as sweet as you remembered. It takes you a will stronger than the world to bring yourself to release your venom, release your venom, and pull back, and when you do, you stare down at Namjoon’s neck, pierced and bleeding, and you hope for the best.

The only sound Namjoon notices as he wakes up is a soft beeping next to him. Somehow, the room he’s in smells strongly like blood, he can feel it in the veins of the people walking past the corridor. His teeth ache, too, and there’s this odd lump in the pit of his stomach that he can’t really figure out.

His throat is so dry it hurts to speak. “Y/N?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Not funny,” he groans when he opens his eyes, turning around to give Seokjin his back. His friend only laughs at him. “Why am I at the hospital? What happened?”

When Jin proceeds to tell him everything – yes, including what he and Yoongi are, and what happened to him after he came out of the pub – Namjoon doesn’t react. Not a scream, or a blink, not even a sound; he just lies on the hospital bed with his fists clenched.

“So… I’m dead now? Technically.”

Seokjin sighs. “You would’ve died anyway. She just gave you another chance at… life.”

“I’m not blaming her,” he blurts out, hoping you know that. “I’m not, I’m just— trying to process, you know? Everything. I do feel different, and I have memories of the pain. It’s been a couple of days since I got attacked, right? I vaguely remember… writhing on the bed in pain, screaming and calling out for Y/N— where is she now? I’d like to see her—”

“I’m here!”

As soon as Namjoon says that, you’re hopping into the room from the window like it isn’t on the twentieth floor. You rush towards him, concern written all over your face, and Seokjin understands that you want to be alone.

Once he’s gone, you hesitate at first, but you end up taking his seat next to Namjoon. Oh, how you missed his face. His nose, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks, his dimple. It’s incredibly strange to see his irises red, his skin so pale, and a pair of little fangs poking out, but he’s alive, breathing – metaphorically, of course – and willing to talk to you.

“Hey.”

You can feel the memory of being breathless pressing against your chest. “Hey.”

At the sight of his arms opening up, you figure he wants a hug. How could you ever refuse to hug your Joonie? In what world would you not want to? And so you do; his nose nuzzles your neck, and you wrap your arms around him, needing to feel him close. He feels cold to the touch, unfamiliar in a way, but still your Joonie. What lies beneath hasn’t changed, and that’s what you’ve been missing dearly.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against your neck. “I can’t keep you warm now.”

But you let out an overwhelmed laugh, almost cry-like, before you kiss him on the lips. “You’ll always do, Joonie, baby—! You’ll always do.”

“Always…”

You’ve got a whole ‘always’ ahead of you.

“I’m so sorry this had to end up like this for you… And I understand if you resent me, I really do, but— I was so scared—! That you’d…” You decide to change the subject; there are more important things you have to discuss with him. “Shit, Joonie, I’m sorry I lied, and that I never told you what I was, and— I’m sorry I attacked you. I know that’s what people always say, but it was an accident, I don’t know what happened to me.”

“Five years together,” Namjoon suddenly says, speaking softly, “and I’ve begun to suspect only now – because you… did that. I think you’ve been doing a pretty good job protecting me.”

“I love you,” you blurt out.

He plunges deeper into your embrace. “I love you too.”

You don’t really need to hear anything else from him; Namjoon knows now that the three of you are vampires, and that what happened was an accident, and that you love him – you don’t need to say or hear anything else. He’s with you now, the two of you are finally back together for good, and you couldn’t ask for an ending more perfect.

“Can I come in?” You let out a chuckle as Yoongi’s voice comes from behind the door after knocking gently, and you let him in. The doctor closes the door behind him with a reassuring smile and a notebook clutched to his chest. “Sorry, old habits die hard… How are you feeling, Namjoon-ah? I see you look better than yesterday; the transformation must be over by now.”

Namjoon sighs and glances at you. “Yes, I feel better now. Not that I remember much of it… but I’m doing well. The only thing is, I feel this weird pressure down my throat? Like it’s dry. I’ve tried drinking water, but it won’t do.”

“There’s an easy solution to that,” Yoongi says with a smirk.

In a second, he holds out a transfusion bag and hands it to him. It’s filled with a thick red liquid that Namjoon soon recognises – with his eyes and especially with his nose – as blood. His mouth waters instantly.

“I can explain its basic operation, but I think you already know how to drink liquids. Don’t overdo it, though, just take what you need. Then you’ll be free to go home or, uh, wherever you want.”

“I’ll take it from here, Yoongi, thanks. Come on, you have to drink to finish the cycle or you’ll die.” Namjoon laughs at your words, eyes moving from the blood pack to you, and his smile drops. “I’m not joking.”

“Ah, hm, okay—”

He rushes to open the transfusion bag and takes the first sip hesitantly, not even having an idea of what the taste is going to be like. However, Namjoon soon starts gulping it down, feeling the thirst in his throat suddenly calm down. It’s like he hasn’t had water in years, or at least that’s how he remembers it felt like. As it pours down his throat, filling up something in the pit of his stomach, he starts groaning and chugging it faster— until you stop him.

“Slow down, baby,” you say softly, actually amused, and wipe with your thumb the trickle of blood trickling down his chin.

Namjoon lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “Sorry, I was just—”

“Really hungry.”

“Yeah…”

An hour later, you’re back at your shared flat. It’s been almost a month and a half since you last stepped on it, but it looks pretty much the same, and it still smells like Namjoon; a smell that won’t take long to vanish, so you might as well sniff deeply and try to engrave it in your memory.

“I haven’t touched any of your stuff,” he murmurs, putting his hands in his pockets and watching as you take a look around, “so everything is… still where you left it.”

Instead of a reply, you give him a kiss on the lips which you end up deepening, devoured with lust and love. “I want you. I’ve missed your touch so badly, you can’t even imagine— how long nights feel when you’re not with me.” You kiss him again, this time running your tongue over his lips, feeling the lingering taste of blood on them.

Namjoon pulls away first. “Is this, uh— is it going to be any different? From what we used to do.”

“It will feel different, if that’s what you mean,” you say with a soft smile, stroking his hair. “You’ll notice touch feels different, and that your body doesn’t work the same anymore. And I, hm, might be a bit less restrained than usual.”

Of course, Namjoon realises just now how much you probably had to hold back when you made love in the past. Not to kill him, basically. The thought is kinda hot, but he’s thankful.

You press your lips against him with a smile, kissing him hard. “Say goodbye to our bed, Joonie, because we’re going to have to buy another one tomorrow.”

“Well” – he plays with your knuckles as you unbutton his shirt, pouting playfully – “it’s not like we’re going to use it much, right?”

“You think so?” you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“We still have the sofa.”

He moans when you suck on his tongue and grope his hips. It’s like you’re recharging after such a long time missing his touch, his skin, the pretty sounds that he makes when you make him feel good. Namjoon’s breath hitches when you move your lips to his jaw and suck; you’re being harsher than usual, but it also feels… great. And exciting.

“Lie down,” you order, and he obliges instantly. His body, too – you’re practically drooling as you straddle him. “That’s my good, little slut… Been riling me up lately, huh? Acting like a brat.”

“Fuck—!”

Your hand meets his clothed erection. He must have missed you just as much, judging by the way it reacts, twitching and throbbing. Just the thought of feeling him inside of you again makes you clench around nothing, and you have to rub your thighs together to deal with your arousal.

“I have a question,” you murmur. Your lips don’t stop peppering light kisses over his neck. “When I bit you— you liked it, right? It turned you on. Feeling my fangs penetrate you, my lips sucking your sweet blood, being so much at my mercy, suffering for my pleasure. You know… that feeling doesn’t completely disappear after converting?”

First, you start taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants. Namjoon, naturally, lets you do as you please, too enthralled by your touch and the expectations built in his head to find even one reason not to.

You lick your lips. “So big and wet, Joonie, you know I love your cock…”

Thumb stroking his tip, you find room between his legs and give it a trying peck. Namjoon shivers at the feeling and gets even harder.

And then he remembers – you don’t need to breathe.

“Oh, f-fuck—” Your tongue feels hot dipping into his slit. “Shit, Y/N!” he yelps as you engulf his length in your wet heat. You play with his balls, knowing it drives him crazy, and smirk when Namjoon starts moaning more loudly. “P-please, please, so good—”

Once you pick up a pace, his moans turn into whimpers when you swallow around him. To give him a break, you say goodbye for now to his tip with a kiss and nibble his inner thighs, making him thrash with his legs spreading and his hips bucking into you. ‘Ohs’ and ‘fucks’ escape through his lips as you take him into your mouth again.

Namjoon whimpers again, and his eyes cross. “Oh fuck, oh, please! I’m gonna— I’m gonna—!”

“Not yet, baby,” you purr when you pull back. He groans in frustration. “Don’t worry, I just have different plans for you.”

You crawl up to his lips and kiss him hard just for Namjoon to kiss you back.

Honestly, you’ve been on this earth for a long time. A long, long time. Kings have perished, wars have ended, and the world has changed, you’ve seen it all – and yet you don’t remember waiting for something as long as you had to wait to kiss Namjoon again.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“Can you—” He takes a deep breath. “Could you… bite me again? Is that possible? Is it safe?”

“Hm, yes, it is. Vampire blood is like an aphrodisiac, but it also makes you cum sooner. I don’t know if you’re interested in biting me.” You giggle at Namjoon’s cute headshake and suck the skin of his neck into your mouth, warming it up. “How about you use your fingers while I drink your sweet blood, Joonie?”

He manages to reply between kisses, “Fuck, yes, please—”

You fumble with your skirt and your underwear until you’re bare on top of him, cold fingertips caressing up and down your folds. Shit, you just want to pin him down on the bed and ride him until he can’t even scream.

You push against his fingers with a groan, they fill you up so nicely. In appreciation, you sink your teeth into his neck, not caring – finally – if you bruise the skin.

“Shit—!”

The pheromones seep out of your mouth and slide into his veins. It tastes so sweet, his blood pools on your tongue before you gulp it down, making you groan. Your hips thrust against his hand as you chase your climax.

The faster he rubs your sweet spot, the deeper you sink your fangs into his flesh and the harsher you slurp his blood, sending jolts of pleasure down his spine. It bubbles up in your veins, leaves behind a sweet taste, like nectar; the effect is immediate, sloppy fingers sliding into your cunt as his thumb strokes your clit. Namjoon lets out a whimper, his hips bucking up against your thigh in an attempt to relieve some of the pent-up desire.

“I’m close,” you moan against his lips. Blood drops onto them. “Baby, I love your fingers—”

“Please, fuck me,” he cries, wrist moving even faster. He wants you to cum around his fingers, but he wants you around his cock too, and all over his face.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you?” You cup his face and give him a peck. “But, you know, after everything you’ve made me go through – I think you’ll have to beg a bit better than that.”

Namjoon lets out a whine and shuts his eyes, feeling your fangs sinking into his neck again. “P-please! Please, Y/N— let me fuck you, I-I’ve missed you much, shit, need to feel you around me— and you sucking m-my blood! God, I’m so fucking hard—”

All the clothes left are off in the blink of an eye.

You sink down onto his cock without hesitation, and the stretch makes you groan, it fills you up so good. How could you live an eternity without this? Without holding him, kissing him, having him near you? With the memory but without the presence. Because, really, you would never forget him.

“Shit—”

Feeling your wet heat around him makes Namjoon hiss; his body hasn’t lost a bit of sensitivity, feels even more responsive to your touch. You’re all over him, into him, onto him.

You use your thumb to wipe the blood that drips down his chest and suck it clean as your hips begin swinging. Namjoon moans again, hands fly to your hips to help you with your thrusts. It makes you chuckle in between groans, and you end up placing yours on his chest so that you can pound onto him faster.

“Fuck, Joonie!” Your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull. Namjoon whimpers, his eyes cross at the sting in his scalp as it runs down his spine and pools in the pit of his stomach. “I’m close—” His cock bumps into your sweet spot relentlessly, makes you shiver all over, groans spurting out of your mouth. “Wanna cum with me, baby?”

“Yes!” he blurts out, gritting his teeth.

You bend down on his chest and start peppering kisses over the skin of his neck, lips moving frantically in the hike to your climax. He makes you feel so full, so euphoric, you move to kiss him hard and pull even harder at his hair.

Namjoon whines against your lips. “I love you— Y/N, I love you so much—”

With his hands cupping your face, he urges you into a frenzy of short, desperate kisses. It’s almost as if you’re trying to melt into each other, groaning and sighing in pleasure, cock engulfed in your wet heat and hitting right where it makes you tremble, so frenetic and loving, even though you have an eternity to be together. You suck on his tongue one last time before the knot in your core gets to a tipping point, and the strong motion of your bodies eventually break off the bed, making you stumble forward and burst out in laughter.

Your climax pierces through your body, and you moan, going still and liberating Namjoon’s lips from your constant bite. He whimpers when your walls flutter and clench around him; it leaves your body trembling, his touch a thousand times more intense than usual.

“Well,” you say as your hands stroke up and down your husband’s sides once you calm down, “you know I really like our couch, don’t you? I’d like it to survive.”

Namjoon stares up at you. His eyes are bright, a crimson shade hovering over them – the ghost of hunger and desire taking over him. With a smirk, you sink your nails into his flesh and bend down to kiss him as your hips roll down against his cock again.

“I-I’m close,” he groans and lets you grab his wrists to kiss them.

“Wanna cum, baby?”

How can you sound so alluring and sultry and yet so sweet at the same time? How can your voice fill him with the deepest lust but also with this warmth that seeps and spreads across his chest?

It’s been years, but he still doesn’t know.

“P-please—” It’s so tight and hot in his lower back, the jolts of pleasure travelling down his spine. His entire body is shivering, you’re so wet around him, the fibres of his skin feel hyperaware of every single thing around them. “God, Y/N, please! I’m so close—!”

You pick up a quicker pace with your hips. The way his cock shoves deeper up your cunt makes you groan, and you hope Namjoon is feeling at least half the pleasure you are. Your nerves are on fire, you don’t remember feeling this turned on in centuries; your mouth waters just at the thought of making him cum inside of you.

With a strained whimper, Namjoon warns you of his impending orgasm, back arching off the mattress and hips chasing his climax as they frenetically thrust up back into you.

You sink your nails into his chest, riding him faster. “Come for me, baby—”

“Shit, s-shit!”

His knees buckle, they’re not able to hold your weight and bear the pleasure at the same time. Right now, really, his brain is mushy, head empty, there’s only you and your voice. Namjoon can only grip the pillow, feeling both of your bodies tetter as they threaten to slide down the broken bed frame. He tries to laugh, but the moans spurting out his mouth are stronger, so you lean into him and take his lips with yours.

“I love you,” you whisper against them.

It seems like Namjoon is trying to say something, but he instantly falls silent, with his lips parted and still pressed against yours. You hear a mewl, his eyes cross, and something warm fills you up a second later.

“Fuck! Oh fuck— t-thank you, thank you—!” he cries out. Shockwaves grip his body as he empties himself inside of you. His fingers are interlaced with yours, and he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss it so gallantly, you almost blush – if you could. “I-I love you, I love you so much—”

You wait for him to ride out his orgasm, rolling down your hips until he begs you with a whimper to stop, trembling with the overstimulation. Maybe some other time?

“I think this was pretty good for a first time, wasn’t it?” you ask, stroking up and down his thighs as he calms down.

“‘First time’?” Namjoon asks as he peels his eyes open in amazement. “It gets better?”

You let out a giggle. “Well, the room survived – so yeah.”

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As always I woke up at around 11am-12pm. My sleeping schedule is so messed up. I read #Namjoonff and did some drawing. I watched today's #myroommateisagumiho and #monthlymagazinehome . My roommate is a gumiho turned in sad side and I hope Mr. Gumiho become human asap , while monthly magazine home was hilarious 😂 I liked it . But my mood turned off by the moment that my bff was sad and crying but I couldn't help, I wish to God make that lil girl always happy she deserve it so much.

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Open Books (49) | Kim Namjoon

Tags/Warnings :- Child abuse, domestic violence, traumatized characters, bullying, self harm, mentions of toxic relationships, angst. I know it’s dark but trust me it gets better! namjoonXreader, Namjoon and Y/n, A slow burn romance, fluff, strangers to friends, strangers to lovers, self love, healing, etc.

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Written by Author G

Word Count :- 1.2k words

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Masterlist Previously To be updated next Monday

~Their Experience : Their Truth~

Y/n has always thought of being "in love" as more than just an emotion.

She's always adored how people refer to the sentiment as if it were a place.

As if it were somewhere one could live.

As if it were home.

It's been a few months since they had uttered those sacred words to each other, raw and true passion evident behind the teary-eyed iris', confirming with each other that the comfort they felt only seemed to grow with each passing day.

That day was an eye-opener for them.

It showed them that... love isn't always pretty, and that to be able to get through the ugly times together, to strive for survival without giving up and losing faith in their truth would only serve to mold their relationship into one with rock solid foundation of unbridled value and respect.

It also showed them that this wonderfully passionate emotion comes with a very intimate responsibility. That is, to keep the other's heart safe.

This responsibility can, at times, prove to be quite difficult to keep, especially when one feels the urge to protect themselves first.

However, they learned that it is alright to want to keep themselves safe too, not from each other, but, from certain emotions that may not exact to what we call 'pleasant'. After all, what they had gone through, (which a small part of them still is) isn't something that one can just pass by without ups and downs.

However, that is a part of life. The feelings of 'what if', and 'maybe', keep us going. The never ending struggle keeps us sane. It shows us that to live, rather than merely exist as mortal beings on this earthly plane, a few unpleasant emotions are but natural. And to truly experience all pleasantries that life has to offer, to truly appreciate them, one must get through those bad times.

Why? you might ask; The answer is simple. The art of appreciation is one that comes with longing and healthy desire.

That day was more than just an eye opener for them. It was a loud promise in hushed whispers that they wouldn't hide themselves when in pain because of the other. It's unfair that they laugh together, but cry alone.

And this promise shines through every fiber of their being, becoming their guiding light into the world of unknown that's waiting for them.

That day, that hour, that mere moment was enough to convince them that they give each other enough hope to live with grace even whilst being caught amidst a strong mind, and a fragile heart.

However, it hasn't been as easy to convince the man responsible for the 'commotion'. The one who stands with his amicable face and stout belly, patting Jimin's back fondly, praising the group for how well of a job they've done.

They've just finished recording the demo for their first sample song, and Bang Si Hyuk couldn't be any happier with how far they've come.

They were due for their debut in a few months, and Y/n is ecstatic! Namjoon can see it too, for her eyes say it all as they warp into crescents as pretty as the moon itself, her smile brighter than the celestial object's rays on a luminous night.

They've come a long way.

A lot has happened over the past months :

Y/n's acceptance as a candidate for the next academic year's profile under both psychology and creative writing in Oxford beside Ji-Hoon (much to Namjoon's adorable envy with regards to the senior).

The launch of her website with the help of her wonderful mentor.

Bo-ra's crucial role as speaker in her department's art exhibit this month.

Namjoon and the group's steady growth towards near perfection that is enough to put a mark on the calendar, to put a steady pin on the day that will mark their well earned opportunity to finally lift off into the sky that they oh so desperately want to soar in, with wings that will no doubt, tremble with equal excitement every time that they do.

Y/n can't seem to take her gaze off of him as she leans against the doorway, a fond smile on her face as she watches him hug Bang Si Hyuk tight as the older man pats him on the back for a job well done.

Oh, how her mind reels with joy at the thought. Nothing, not even the mischief that his bandmates indulge in can seem to help tear her gaze away from Namjoon. No. Her eyes have zeroed in on him, for she can't imagine a day when she could get enough of the silly boy.

He's come so far! And there's no where to go but farther.

And as he moves to walk towards his group to join in on the chit chatter, her eyes meet the producer's, and her heart seems to stutter. With a silent nod of his head, he simply gestures towards Namjoon with an assuring smile. That says it all. That's all that's needed to be said. For months now, they've been trying to convince the cheery looking man that being together will not affect Namjoon's career.

That they were responsible. That they could be strong for each other. At first, Namjoon felt.. guilty. Insecure. He felt guilty for putting her through all this. She doesn't deserve to be put to test by a random stranger that hasn't witnessed how strong of a character she has, how strong of a person she is. She's proved it time and again, to herself. Why is it that she has to it again all simply because of his career? And that guilt and insecurity tampered with him for a few days, and consequently, her. It made him feel like he didn't deserve to be around her. The guilt consumed him.

Y/n, on the other hand, did everything she could to try and help make him feel secure again. She tried. A bit too much. She started overcompensating for everything, and soon, they didn't know how to act around each other. A few days passed by, and the minute they realized how.. awkward they got around each other, they broke down.

They couldn't afford to lose what they had. That it was beginning to get awkward hinted right to that, unfortunately.

So, they pulled themselves together, talked it out, and got to see each other's perspective with the.. issue, on hand.

From there on, things got easier. Maybe not easier, per se, but, it definitely got effortless. They were back to normal. They were back to feeling comfortable, truly loved and appreciated.

Si Hyuk had been mindful of them. Of how their relationship affected Namjoon. Not just with regards to his career, but in a personal manner too. You see, he'd grown closer to the group of boys he'd take under his guidance, and, he could see that the couple bought out the best in each other, and those around them. That was enough reason for him.

Y/n breaks into a huge smile, cheeks hurting from how genuinely happy she is. She simply mouths out a 'thankyou', and he nods his head, returning the pleasant smile. Oh.. this is wonderful! "Joon!" She calls out with a gleeful smile, waving. His head whips around almost immediately, and he seems to glow happier than he was, if that is even possible. He's quick in his stride as he happily waltz' over to her, and before she can comprehend it, he's scooping her up in his arms, a happy little twirl following it as she squeals, surprised, the butterflies in her stomach all but consuming her. He knows too. She can tell. The the way he stares into her eyes with nothing but love and adoration as he gently tucks away the hair that curtains her face timidly, the hushed laughter that accompanies the kiss they share, the comfort in knowing they'll be around each other, for each other, says it all.

This is their story. It's their experience. It's their truth. And they wouldn't have it any other way.

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The Mafia’s Princess J.hs (2)

This is a HoseokxOc story but feel free to think of her as y/n. I just didn't want to call her y/n so I used my own character that you'll see in a lot of my stories but her mood and temperment will change in each story.

Warning: A bit of sexual interaction but nothing too much, weapons, skin damage, cursing, DIOR FREAKING HOSEOK. AKA: SUPERIOR HOSEOK.

Previous: https://temptingempress.tumblr.com/post/639443379410927616

Hauling Areum away in his arms from the vent into his arms, he opened the window just to see that the cops and dogs were guarding the entire motel, just waiting for them to come back and attack. He had to think and he had to think fast or else they’ll both be dead meat. He looked around and spotted one place where the dogs nor the cops have reached yet. The garbage bin. Of course, it was disgusting but it was the only chance they got.

Hoseok’s P.O.V

I sigh as I held Areum close to my chest, there’s no way that she could be seen by the police or else it’s pretty much over for her and her family. I quickly set Areum down being careful not to to injure her even more than I already did. I had some spare time until the cops could reach this area. Taking my jacket off, I carefully wrapped it on her wounded leg so no infection would begin to grow. I had to get her back home and I had to do it fast. There she could be met with a medic. This all has me wondering if I should just drop her off at the place she belongs and leave her be. All I am is trouble in her life. I am in everybody's and I really dont give a shit. I’ve become my own nightmare that lost it’s mercy ten years ago but when it comes to her. I swear I’d do anything. I’ve become so selfish and allowed my heart to become enslaved in chains to her love. To her affection. To the way she smiles or the way the moonlight touches her soft skin.

Love is tortuous, I feel myself going on a never ending rollercoaster with her. She was the worst thing that ever happened to me but the best thing at the same time. She can’t let me go and that’s the worst part about this relationship because I know at some point she’s going to have to let me go. Not that I want to go. I want to be her dream man and offer everything she wants that she deserves but not off of blood money. I’ve never thought that one time in my life I’d be regretting being a mafia lord. Love is powerful.

All this goes through my mind as I picked her up once more and jumped into the trash can, where there were a lot of bags. Yes, it’s risky to possibly get stabbed by glass shards or bitten by a rat but it was better than prison. Our landing sound was muffled by the plastic bags. The cops were approaching so I closed the bin and hid myself and Areum to the best of my ability. There happened to be a small hole that I peeped through to see if the cops were going along their way but they weren’t. They were just guarding the whole hotel as well as their dogs. We needed a distraction so I picked up a rusted old wrench and while they werent looking aimed it at the highest window that was out of the cop’s eyesight, so of course they wouldn’t see the wrench. Once the glass broke the cops shouted and ran towards the window, holding their guns up. I took Areum when the coast was clear and silently got out of there, running far away into the woods. Once I was far enough, I slung Areum onto my back and looked into my suitcase for a pager. “I need a car sent to Eastwood Urgently.”

Eastwood was about 5 miles away but it was the only place where I knew to navigate to from here. My pager dings before a man starts to talk “Yes sir, it will take us fifteen minutes. Parked in the garage sir.”

“Thanks Jungkook. Coming home soon, prepare med for Areum. She got a bog bite...” I looked at Areum’s leg. Lines of slightly opened bloody flesh lined along her legs “And a bit of a scratch.”

As I kept walking on the cops were soon long gone or so I think. You never know in this field of work. I had a long ways to go and there was no way Areum could walk on her feet. She wasn’t very heavy so I could handle it. Walking through nature was quite nice actually. It’s not something I usually do. I had to make it to Eastwood before the sun rose because if not I could get caught by someone. I felt Areum shift her head on my back, and soon her hips.

“Baby?” I say to her as she regains her conscious. I went to a tree and sat her down onto the leaves so she could wake up and I could take a small break before we move again.

Areum’s P.O.V

An instant sting shot onto my leg as if somebody took sharp nails and dragged it along on my skin. “Augh!” I whimpered as I reached for the long bloody scratch. I saw that a sweater was wrapped around my bloody wounds. I don’t even remembered what happened after being in that vent. All I remember was darkness. “It hurts.” my voice cracks as my hands tried to rub down the cut to attempt to make it feel better but my attempts only made it worse. I wasn’t used to all this. I mean, small scars and such were common but this? My eyes began to water as the pain only got worse. It wouldn’t go away. Hoseok knelt towards me, caressing my cheeks. “Hey, you’re alright.”

Areum felt Hoseok’s heavy breaths as he continued to walk with her in his arms. Two hours passed and they were far out of the cop’s sight. They were almost to their destination but Hoseok’s steps became slower. Areum spoke “Stop, I could walk on my own now.” Hoseok shook his head as he kept walking. Sure, he was tired and he exhausted. He could just pass out right then and there but he wasn’t going to let go of her. “Hoseok.” Areum spoke louder as her fingers gripped his shirt. “Let me go.” “You’ll get hurt more Areum, I’ve already done enough to you!” He didn’t let go her, he couldn’t let her go but soon enough he had to let her go. “Let’s take a break.” he panted. Areum’s P.O.V

I laughed a little as he had to let me go sooner or later. Some long scratched lined my leg and I still felt the sting but it wasn’t unbearable. I could walk on my own now, well, at least limb. By looking at Hoseok slumped down on a tree I had to walk at this point “Okay, just get on my shoulders.” He panted and knelt down. I chuckled a bit as I tightened the ‘band aid’ Hoseok put on my cut. “No love.” I push Hoseok’s shoulders back up. “I need to start doing things on my own.” Five years ago. Areum’s P.O.V

The evening of the ball was wonderful to say the less but as the sun set over the horizon the part I dreaded came. The dance. Where my parents set up certain men from different kingdoms to dance with me. Expecting me to find my one and only true love but the truth was I liked none of these stuck up petty men. They think they all have me at their fingertips when really they all disgust me. With their pristine suits, perfect smiles, and expensive rings. I was so sick of seeing all of them but especially one of them, Namjoon.

Namjoon was the richest prince there was. Everyone knew him, loved him, and loathed him. He was the number one running to marry in my parents list but certainly not on mine. Taking a class of champagne before the dance I saw Namjoon coming towards me. Even down to the way he walks irritates me. Even though he didn’t do anything to me I just didn’t want to marry him. I didn’t want him to take me away to wherever he lived and trap me as his little house wife. Oh yeah, might I mention, all of Namjoon’s ex wives told me not to marry him because he’s demanding, bratty, and a so called womanizer.

He gave me a smile and fixed his glasses and I returned with a nice gesture. Coming close he looked down to me, admiring every aspect of my long golden dress. He finally spoke “Good day my lady, I’m looking forward to out dance.” I just smiled and nodded, just because I hated him didn’t mean I had to be rude to the guy. Even though I really wanted to punch his ass to ten buck two. His next words to me made me gag my champagne. “Maybe I could get more than a dance by the end of tonight.” He swayed away with a wink. Now I really wanted to get out of this place. That man was the epitome of sickness. The bell rung and it was already time for the dance. All the princesses gathered in front of the princes. I took my position right in front of Namjoon. The kings and queens oversaw from the tall stories. Overlooking their daughters with binoculars, seeing if they could see anything “magical.”

The dance has begun and we all followed the elaborate and precise steps to the rhythm. Princes caught us by our waist and held onto our hands tight. Twirling all around the dance floor I soon was caught by Namjoon. My soon to be king. He smirked down onto me as his hand traveled down my waist. I gave him a naïve smile but I really knew what he was doing all along. I couldn’t be more happy to spin again into another prince’s arms but Namjoon seemed disappointed that my body left his presence.

The dance went on and on and on. “I think we have found the one for Namjoon, may he have your daughter in marriage?” Namjoon’s father exclaimed loud enough for me to hear. My body went into full shock, I just wanted to get out of there. I knew my parent’s would say yes since they’ve been rooting for us.

Spinning

My eyes caught the guards running outside of the palace, everyone seemed distracted so I decided to discreetly take my leave. I lifted my long golden dress up and ran to where the guards were running towards. They led me all the way outside. I heard one of the guards running close so I pressed my back onto the brick wall surrounded by bushes so they wouldn’t see me. “There he is!” One of them yelled and chased after a man. I tried to get a closer look but all I could see was a leather black mask and all black attire. He seemed to have a black turtle neck a buckles along his chest. Strange, how could he even get into the castle’s quarters. I knew I shouldn’t of but I followed the thief, looking for some new excitement. The guards lost him but I knew exactly where he was heading, the maze. He was taking a shortcut to the maze. One that could be missed by the guards. It was strange that he knew where everything was in this castle, was he one of our workers before? He entered the maze and I came after him. I saw something shiny in his hands, aw it was my bracelet. As I followed I stepped on the noisiest branch.

Dang

The thief turned back, pulling out a black gun and it sure did look terrifying. Something that’s never allowed on the grounds of the castle. “Who goes there.” He spoke. “Come out or I will shoot.”

I didn’t really have a choice, the last thing I wanted to do tonight was get shot. Well, maybe it was better than getting engaged to Namjoon. I came out of the bushes and allowed my dress to flow down. I bowed at the thief lifting two sides of my dress up. Once I analyzed his face might I say... He wasn’t bad looking, he looked pretty good for a thief actually. “Princess Bailey.” The thief stood there for a bit, probably in shock he’s seeing me out of anyone. Hoseok’s P.O.V

This day couldn’t get anymore stranger. I put the bracelet in my pocket but held the gun tight in my hand. I wasn’t afraid to get royal blood splattered on my clothes. “Who do you come with. Where are the guards.” For some reason she just stood in front of me. Staring me down as if I was some sort of toy in the toy store. She took a step closer to me but I took two steps back, holding my gun higher to her head. If I shot at anytime she would for sure dead. This was one bold princess. She spoke once again “That bracelet, it’s mine. But, you could have it.” “I wasn’t asking.” “What is it for might I ask? Will you pawn it?” She seemed super calm when seeing a whole criminal right in front of her. The biggest one of Korea that is. “It’s for someone.” “Oh a gift? How kind of you sir. If you asked me I would’ve gave it to you.” “You don’t even know me. “ “Who are you then.” The princess smiled as she stepped closer again “I come in peace, please lower your gun.” Not budging still I get a small intercom out of my pocket and spoke “Bring the helicopter in the maze.” “Helicopter? That’s not very discreet. This castle is filled with security tools. You’ll surely get shot down.” She sung as her heels kicked the rocks on the ground. I thought about it and she did have a point. “Cancel the helicopter..” I turned the intercom off and looked at the princess. “Okay, then what do you suggest?” The princess smiled and turned to me. Happy that I gave her an inch. This may be a big trap but at this point I didn’t have a choice.

“Follow me.” She hums.

Hello everyone, I hoped you liked the part two of the Mafia’s Princess. Now you know a little backstory, I’m curious if anybody reads my story. If so could you please comment or anonymously tell me so I am more encouraged to continue it? Thank you so much and tell me what you think so far. I might accept request pretty soon! Thank you so much for reading :)

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