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Friend or Fuck? Part Two
Summary: Namjoon hasn't forgotten the promise he made you and he's ready to deliver.
Paring: Namjoon/Reader (Yoongi and Jungkook are minor characters)
Work Count: 10k
Rating: M/18+
Tags: wet dreams, lots of build up, heavy make outs, dirty talk, smut, fingering, spanking, blow jobs, hand jobs, Jungkook is a menace (affectionate), porn with feelings
Authors Note: THE LONG AWAITED PART TWO!!!
Part One
His large hands are rubbing up and down your thighs. Your breath is coming out whiny and needy as you buck your hips to get his fingers closer to where you need them most.
He chuckles darkly, narrowed eyes staring into yours as he grabs your legs to part them, fingers dancing softly over your skin making another moan fall from your lips.
“Please-Fuck-Please.” You cry out, unable to hold back the whiny tone in your voice.
“Love when you beg for me.” He mutters, pressing a hot kiss against your knee as his fingers trace up and down your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
He finally stops his teasing and you let out a high moan when one finger finally slips between your legs and runs through your folds. You spread your legs further, wanting him to have as much space to pleasure you as he can
A dark chuckle leaves his lips at your desperation, but you can’t care about that now, not when he has finally touched you after what felt like ages of teasing.
“Please.” You cry out when his finger dances across your clit. His eyes are dark and staring at you in a way that makes you shiver.
He is so good with his hands, you knew that from experience but you could hardly wait.
“God baby you’re tight gonna have to stretch you out good to take my cock.” He growls as he starts pumping his finger inside you slowly.
You shiver at the words, knowing you had heard them once before, but hearing them again, knowing this time you would get his cock made your core throb and your pussy pulsate around his fingers.
“P-Please.” You beg out feeling his fingers start to speed up. He is hovering over you on top of the bed, you can see the outline of his hard cock, straining and begging to be touched. You want to reach out and touch it, stroke him until he is so desperate he has to fuck you.
“Come on baby girl give me one orgasm then I’ll fuck you right.” He growls.
You whine out. You are close, so unbelievably close. His fingers are magic against your body and when he adds another finger you arch off the bed, pretty moans falling from your lips as your eyes roll in the back of your head. You are close, so unbelievably close...
Sunlight streaming through the window snapped you out of your dream.
You cracked an eye open to come face to face with the coffee table that was littered with drinks and leftover snacks from last night's movie marathon with Jungkook.
You sighed and sat up, rubbing your eyes and squinting at the sun that was spilling through the blinds.
Last night Jungkook had invited you over for a movie marathon and you stayed up way too late getting lost in some of his favorite flicks. When you tried to cut the night short and drive yourself home Jungkook waved his arm claiming it was too late anyway and you should just stay the night. You did keep a bag of clothes in his spare bedroom just in case so you pulled the blanket tighter around your body as you started the third movie.
Never did you imagine you would be having a full-on sex dream on his couch and your face burned at the thought.
“Morning.” Came a sly voice from behind you as you whipped around to see Jungkook standing in the kitchen with a smirk on his face.
“What time is it?” You asked still feeling bleary as you watched him walk over to the coffee machine to make you a cup as well.
“Ten in the morning. I just got back from the gym.” He explains as he gets out your favorite creamer and adds it to the cup, making your coffee just the way you like it.
“Shit, you should have woken me up.” You say as he comes over to hand you the cup, the sly grin not leaving his face.
“It's all good I wanted to hit the gym today anyway and you seemed tired.”
You wrap your hands around the warm mug and send Jungkook a soft smile.
“Soooo what were you dreaming about. It sounded....interesting.” He teases with a wink.
“I wasn't dreaming about anything.” You lie knowing that he will see through it. You have been friends with him too long for that.
“Uh-huh. So I didn't come home from the gym to hear you moaning on my couch?” He asks.
You bury your face in your hands as embarrassment takes over. You weren't about to tell him what you were dreaming about. Or more importantly who you were dreaming about.
“Hey, it's nothing to be embarrassed about it's human nature right? I just didn't expect to come home to that. I mean you were moaning and your legs kept twitching-”
“Jungkook! Please! Drop it. Please.” You beg as you stare at him through your fingers.
He smirks at you.
“Okay fine. But hey good for you getting some in a dream! Anyway, I'm going to shower because Yoongi texted me this morning. He wants that game back that I borrowed ages ago and told me I better drop it off this week or he won't cook for me anymore. How rude right?” He asks as you slowly come out from behind your hands and breathe a sigh of relief.
“So Yoongi's first then errands?” You ask.
“Yeah we have to stop by the studio quick then I'm all yours! Told him I'd meet him around eleven so I'm gonna start getting ready.” He says as he pats your shoulder and goes off to the master bedroom.
You clean up the living room and make your way to the spare bedroom where your clothes are kept trying to shake the dream from your mind as you get ready.
The drive to the studio is quiet. Jungkook is humming a song on the radio as his hand drums against the steering wheel. For once you wish he was talking your ear off because going to Yoongi's studio means you might run into him.
It had been three weeks since you had seen Namjoon. After that day he had not reached out to you at all and seemed to disappear into his work. You understood though because Jungkook did the same thing which was why you were spending the day with him, to make up for lost time.
You were nervous to see Namjoon again, worried that he changed his mind, or even worse forgot that the whole thing even happened.
These worries had manifested into dreams. Very explicit dreams of all the things you wished he would do to you.
Before you knew it Jungkook was swiping into the underground parking lot and your heart was hammering wildly under your coat.
“You okay?” He asks snapping you from your thoughts as you nod and you both get out of the car and head towards the elevator.
“I promise it will be quick then you have me all to yourself.” He teases nudging you with his shoulder as you feel the elevator rise to the sixteenth floor.
The doors open and you follow Jungkook down a brightly lit hallway. Your hands are clammy and you shove them in your coat pockets.
Jungkook knocks and you hold your breath as the door flings open.
And there stands Min Yoongi in torn jeans and a tee shirt covered by a cardigan, hand outstretched to grab the game from Jungkook before he lets either of you in.
“What no hello? Just hey give me my game?” Jungkook teases as Yoongi shoots him a stern look and the game gets handed over.
“Come in!” Yoongi says as he moves over so you and Jungkook can enter.
You don't have time to look around and take in how beautiful the space truly is because sitting in a rolling chair next to the computer is none other than the man who haunts your wet dreams.
He is sitting there in loose sweatpants and the same sweater he wore that morning. His hood is pulled up over his hair but does nothing to hide his gorgeous face and sharp eyes.
You almost feel your knees give way when you make eye contact with him.
His lips part slightly, like he can't believe you are here and you break his gaze, instead staring around the room.
“Y/N can we borrow Jungkook for a bit, we need help with a certain part of this song?” Yoongi asks as you nod and head over to the couch, trying to get comfortable and not seem so flustered by seeing Namjoon.
As Yoongi and Jungkook turn their backs to you to gaze at the computer Namjoon sends a wink your way before fully turning around and leaving you blushing.
The boys work as you scroll through your phone and before long an hour has passed and Jungkook seemed to help fix whatever problem they were having.
You could sense things were wrapping up so you tucked your phone into your pocket and stared at Namjoon. Sure you could only see his back but your mind wandered to how it would feel to scratch your nails down that back, to mark him as yours, to watch his muscles flex under his skin when he would fuck you into the mattress.
Your mind was spinning all these fantasies to the point where you didn't hear Jungkook calling your name.
“Huh? What?” You asked staring up at your friend who looked down at you with a knowing smirk.
Well. Shit.
“I said I'm ready to go if you are, seemed like we lost you there for a second.” He said as you gathered your things quickly and avoided Namjoon's questioning gaze, pushing yourself up from the couch to join Jungkook.
“Y/N I'm sorry I know we stole Jungkook from you for a bit but how have you been I don't think I've seen you since Jimin's party?” Yoongi asked politely.
At the mention of the party, Namjoon's face snaps up and he stares you down with a knowing look in his eye.
“I've been good. You know things have been busy. But good.” You confirm with a nod as he shoots you a gummy smile.
“Yeah, any weird dreams lately Y/N?” Jungkook asks.
You shoot him a death glare but he just grins at you.
“Jungkook.” You warn trying to keep your voice low.
“Did you have a nightmare or something?” Yoongi asks with genuine concern in his voice.
“Nah the opposite.” Jungkook grins as you shoot him daggers begging him silently to drop the subject.
“Opposite of a nightmare?” Yoongi ponders and you want to disappear into the floor.
“Well yeah, she had a sex dream this morning,” Jungkook explains like it's the most normal thing in the world to talk about.
You don't dare look at Namjoon, instead, you smack your best friend's arm and hiss at him to shut the hell up.
“Uh...wow,” Yoongi says turning a shade of red to rival yours. You quickly take the lead and say goodbye to the boys as Jungkook follows you out, his laugh ringing in your ears.
You are about to lose your shit when you hear someone calling your name.
You turn around to see Namjoon standing by Yoongi's door holding out your purse. In the haste to leave you had forgotten to grab it and now you have to come face to face with the man who the sex dreams were about.
Lovely.
You walk over to him as Jungkook waits by the elevator.
“Thank you.” You say curtly, but before you can turn and go back to your best friend whom you are most definitely thinking of murdering, a strong hand stops you.
You stare up at him with a shocked expression on your face as he leans in closer to whisper to you.
“I know I have been busy, but I haven't forgotten. Hope you were dreaming of me.”
“Y/N Elevator is here let's go!” Jungkook calls down the hallway as you shake your head and make your way back to your best friend whom you are suddenly not thinking about murdering so much, in fact, you are thinking of thanking him.
The next time you hear from Namjoon it's at an ungodly hour.
3:12am to be exact
Your phone vibrating on your nightstand wakes you up and you struggle in the dark to reach for it, when you see the display you groan.
Why the hell was Jungkook calling you this early on a Tuesday morning?
You swiped the phone to answer the call and sat up in bed rubbing your eyes.
“Jungkook I swear to god this had better be good.” You threaten.
“Uh. Hey Y/N.” Came a voice that was not Jungkook's.
You pulled the phone from your ear to stare at the display, which still showed Jungkook's name.
“Uh, who the hell is this? And why do you have this phone?” You ask feeling dread pool in your stomach. What if Jungkook was injured? What if something serious happened?
“It's Namjoon.”
Oh.
It had been another week since the incident at Yoongi's studio. A whole month since the first Namjoon incident. Not that you were counting.
“Uh Hey Namjoon. Little late for a booty call isn't it?” You tease trying to calm your racing heart as you hear his low chuckle over the phone.
“It's not that. It's Jungkook. Can you come pick him up?” He asks as you flick on your bedside lamp casting your room in a warm glow.
“Is he okay?” You reply back trying to keep the worry from your voice.
“Yeah, he's fine. You know that song we were working on? Well, we finished it tonight. Yoongi and I decided to have a celebratory drink and well, Jungkook joined us. He's....um... he's kind of throwing up in Yoongi's trash can right now. Yoongi and I are going to crash here but we are not really supposed to drink on the job.” He explains as you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration and throw the covers off your legs.
“I'm so sorry I didn't know who else to call,” Namjoon explains as you search your room for some warmer clothes.
“It's fine Joon. I'll just put some clothes on and head over.” You sigh.
You hear him gasp over the phone and you freeze.
“You're naked?” He asks, voice dropping as you giggle.
“No. I mean I'm changing out of my pj's.” You explain gathering some sweatpants off the floor and tugging them over your bare legs.
“I-Okay yeah, that makes sense.” He replies as you giggle again. Hearing how flustered he sounds over the phone has your heart racing.
“But I wasn't wearing much before so I guess I should put some clothes on.” You tease as you reach for a sweater and hear him let out a low groan.
“Fuck Y/N You can't do this to me. I'm kinda drunk and I'm gonna get hard thinking about you.” He confesses.
You feel your stomach flip at his words.
“Think about me a lot Joon?” You flirt back as you throw a hat over your bedhead and grab your coat to put over your heavy sweater.
“Dream about me a lot?” He teases back which has arousal shoot through your body and you stand there with your mouth open in shock.
“Never said it was about you. I could have been dreaming about someone else.” You taunt trying to keep your voice even and not let him know how much this was affecting you.
“Hmm maybe. But I have a feeling you were dreaming about me. That's why you were so flustered when Jungkook mentioned it. Were you dreaming about my mouth, or maybe my fingers? Or my cock?” He asks voice dangerously low which has a whimper leaving your mouth.
“Thought so. Now drive safe!” He says before hanging up the phone and leaving you speechless.
The back parking lot was empty when you pulled in and you saw Namjoon standing in the doorway keeping a very sleepy, very drunk Jungkook upright.
You let out a sigh as you parked and opened your door to step out. You opened the passenger door and let Namjoon haul Jungkook inside.
His head lolled against the window as his breath fogged up the glass.
“He threw up everything he drank so he should be good. Sorry again about all this.” Namjoon says.
He looks so cute standing there in his over sized coat and a black hat.
“It's okay it's what friends do right?” You ask as you shove your hands in your pockets to ward off the chill.
“Yeah. Friends take care of each other when they are drunk huh?” He says with a cock of an eyebrow.
Before you can answer, he takes your hand softly and brings you to the backdoor, he opens it for you and as you both enter he pushes you roughly against the concrete wall and cages your body in.
“Joon!” You exclaim as he towers over you, throwing his hat off his head to reveal his messy hair.
“God I can't stop thinking about you.” He mutters as his lips come down to capture yours in a searing kiss.
Any cold you felt a minute ago seemed to leave your body the second his lips met yours. Your arms looped around his shoulders as he pressed his lips harder into yours. His hands were firm on your sides as you drank him in.
Your body was pushed flush into his and you abandoned your hands on his shoulders to card through his messy hair which made him moan into your mouth.
You took that opportunity to lick the seam of his lips with your tongue, which has more moans falling from his lips as well as yours.
You can feel his cock, hard against your thigh as you lick and nip at his lips, hands getting lost in his hair and body pressing harder into yours.
How long you stand there kissing you're not sure. His hands travel up and down your sides and even though every fiber of your being is crying out for him to do more, you slow the kissing down and pull away feeling your arousal pool in your panties.
Namjoon's lips are swollen and tinged red, his eyes are bright and he has never looked more beautiful under fluorescent lighting.
“Fuck.” He groans as he cards a hand through his hair and you sneak a look at your car to see Jungkook still sleeping peacefully, face pressed against the glass.
“I should go.” You say softly, hearing your voice sound rough from all the kissing. You are sure you look just as fucked out as he does.
“Wait! I did want to talk to you and then...well. I got carried away.” He admits with a shy smile, a dimple poking out and eyes shining.
“I wanted to reach out to you sooner. Really I did. But I didn't know how. I didn't want you to feel like I was only in it for one thing and well... I do like you. Like really like you. And then I got busy with work and I just...please. This Friday let me take you out on a date. Jungkook is going out with Taehyung to some restaurant they have been excited about. So no interruptions.” He teases with a knowing smile.
“Of course Namjoon. I'd love that.” You say as you slip your phone out of your coat pocket to get his number.
He inputs it with a giddy smile on his face and you both stare at each other, neither one of you wanting to say goodbye.
“I really should go. Jungkook might freeze out there.” You say as you push up on your tiptoes to give him a soft slow kiss.
When you pull away he is grinning and you can't help but grin back.
“Friday?” He confirms and you nod, moving away from him and back out into the cold.
“Friday.” You repeat as you make your way to your car and hop into the driver's seat.
“Y/N?” Comes a bleary voice and you turn to see Jungkook has one eye cracked open and is staring at you.
Your heart drops
Did he see?
“Hey, Kook. I'm going to bring you home okay?” You say as you start the car, turning up the heat and feeling guilty for leaving him like that.
“Yoongi and Joonie were mean to me. They made me drink soooo much and now I don't feel good.” He pouts as you bite back a smile and put your car into drive.
“I know bun let's get you home.” You say as you drive away, the memory of your kiss still fresh in your mind.
Friday.
You had been counting down the days and now it was finally here.
Namjoon had told you to meet him at his studio and you could both go to the Italian restaurant down the street.
You had decided to meet at six knowing very well Jungkook would be out with Taehyung and their reservation was at five at a restaurant across town.
You wanted to tell Jungkook about your date with Namjoon, you really did. He was your best friend and knew everything about you so it pained you not to say anything.
However, your priority was figuring out what was going on with Namjoon first. You wanted to get the first date under your belt before you involved your best friend.
You drove over to the studio and parked in the back lot where you had picked up a drunken Jungkook a couple nights prior.
You smoothed down your outfit which consisted of a dark green long-sleeved sweater dress and a pair of black tights and black boots.
You had swept your hair in a half-up-do and accessorized with gold jewelry.
You were relieved to see Namjoon standing at the same staircase and holding the door open for you as you jogged to get inside the warmth.
He looked so good in a beige sweater and dark dress pants. His hair is slicked back to show off his forehead.
“Hi. I just have to grab my things from my studio and we are good.” He says shooting you a grin as he takes your hand and leads you up the stairs to the elevator.
You enter and fight every urge in your body to not furiously make out with him as the elevator brings you to the sixteenth floor.
He pokes his head out to make sure the hallway is empty and guides you to his own studio which is two doors down from Yoongi's.
He punches in the code and you slip inside smiling when you take in your surroundings.
It's the same size as Yoongi's but while Yoongi's is mostly decorated in dark colors, Namjoon's is light and airy and so him it makes your heart swell.
“You like it?” He asks, voice low as he comes behind you to wrap his arms around your middle and rest his head on your shoulder.
“Yeah, it's very you.” You respond as you lean into his touch, taking in his spicy sweet scent.
You spin around and wrap your arms around his shoulders, bringing him in for a kiss.
This kiss is slower and more controlled than the last fiery kiss you last shared. You take your time exploring his lips with your own and your hands run up and down his torso, feeling the muscles clench under your touch.
His hands come to support your neck as he kisses you deeper and you feel your body melt into his touch, he is so soft and gentle with you that it makes your heart soar.
You both take your time and as you move to get even closer to him you can feel his hardness press into your hip.
You grin against his lips as he mutters an apology.
“No need to apologize. I should return the favor, shouldn't I? I mean you were so good to me before... it's only fair.” You coo as his eyes widen and you run your hands down his chest and stomach, stopping right before the button on his pants, your eyes meet his in a silent question.
“Please.” He whines out as you grin and pop the button open.
You undo his zipper tantalizingly slow and precum is already staining the tip of his boxers as his cock seems to harden more under your gaze
You palm the head of his cock through the fabric as a pretty moan falls from his lips.
You want to hear that moan again and again so you add more pressure and watch his eyes flutter closed. He looks so pretty like this.
You reach your hand into his boxers and let out a high gasp when you circle his cock with your hand.
He is rock hard in your grip and the skin is so warm and soft. You use your thumb to spread the precum that is pooling at the tip and you spread it around the shaft.
“Fuck Y/N.” He grits out as you smile and continue to work him in agonizingly slow strokes. You want him to come apart in your hand like you did in his. You want to make him whine, beg and cry out like he did to you.
You begin to get a rhythm going and just as you flick your wrist over the tip of his cock you hear a knock at the door.
A persistent knock that has your hand freezing and Namjoon looking down at you in alarm.
“Fuck fuck fuck.” Namjoon hisses as you remove your hand and stare at him with fear written all over your face.
“Namjoonie! Taehyung ditched me!” Came a voice you knew all too well and you stared up at Namjoon in horror as Jungkook was standing right outside the door.
“How does he always know?!” Namjoon hissed in frustration as you fought back a giggle.
Jungkook kept knocking but Namjoon stayed frozen in spot pressing a finger to his lips to urge you to be quiet.
“Should we just...?” You ask as Namjoon shoots you a look.
“Absolutely not. He can stand out there all day.” Namjoon growls which has you giggling behind your hands.
Poor Namjoon standing there with his pants down, cock still rock hard beneath his boxers, and a scowl on his face.
The knocking continues as Jungkook whines outside the door about how Taehyung was supposed to hang out with him but said he wasn't feeling good so he ditched him.
Just as you were trying to muffle your giggles the phone on Namjoon's desk began to vibrate loudly.
Even though his studio was soundproof Namjoon sprung into action. He grabbed his pants, pulled them back up and nearly dove for the phone, turning off the vibration and shooting daggers at the door.
“He's persistent isn't he?” Namjoon asks as you both stand frozen waiting for poor Jungkook to get bored and leave.
Your saving grace comes in the form of Min Yoongi.
“Jungkook what are you doing?” He asks as you stare at Namjoon in shock at the absurdity of the whole situation.
“Yoongi! Tae ditched me because he's not feeling well and I'm really bummed. I wanted to hang out with Joonie but he's not answering his door or his phone!” Jungkook whines.
“Namjoon went home for the day Kook. He left hours ago.” Yoongi lies effortlessly as you both stare at each other.
“You said Tae wasn't feeling good? How about we go get him food and bring it to him yeah? We all can hang out?” Yoongi asks as you hear footsteps retreating from the door and you breathe out a sigh.
“What about Namjoon?” Jungkook replies as Namjoon's jaw ticks in annoyance and you fight to stifle your giggles.
“If he's not answering his phone he's probably busy. He can come next time Kook. When was the last time we three hung out together? Come on let's call Tae and let him know the plan.” Yoongi says.
You wait with bated breath until you hear their voices disappear down the hallway and when you hear the elevator ding you know they are finally gone.
Thank God for Min Yoongi.
“Holy shit,” you say as Namjoon runs a hand through his hair and fiddles with the buttons on his pants doing them back up.
“How does he always know? Seriously?” Namjoon sighs out as you laugh.
You straighten yourself out and so does Namjoon both of you still feeling anxious about almost being caught by Jungkook...again.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asks concern written all over his face.
“Yeah, I just... I feel bad for lying to him you know. He's my best friend. And even though this is the second time he has interrupted he means well.” You say feeling guilty.
Namjoon smiles softly down at you.
“I know I feel the same way. How about this? We take it slow and have this date and see what happens. If we feel like it's going to go somewhere we let the others know.” Namjoon explains.
You nod as he leans down to press the softest sweetest kiss to your cheek. It makes your heart flutter wildly.
“Now come on we have some really amazing food to eat.” He says grabbing his coat and looping his arm through yours
Dinner was great. The food was wonderful, the atmosphere was beautiful and the man sitting across from you made you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
You couldn't ask for more.
By the time you made it out of the restaurant, the sun had already set and Namjoon's hand was in yours as you walked back to the studio and back to your car.
The air was bitingly cold and you snuggled your body into him and made your way down the busy street, the city starting to come alive as neon lights and street lights cast the city in a beautiful glow.
You finally made it to your car and Namjoon smiled down at you, his dimples popping out making you grin right back at him, your breaths mingling in the cold night air.
“What do you want to do Y/N?” He asks as he stands in front of you staring you down.
“Uh I mean I'd like to go out with you again if that's what you're asking.” You say feeling your cheeks heat up.
“That's not what I mean,” He says leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss which has you arching up to meet him.
You don't think you'll ever get tired of kissing Namjoon.
“You know what I meant. And what I offered. I know I made you wait but the offer still stands, I can be a friend. Or a fuck? I'm here for whatever you need.” He mutters lowly against your ear which makes you shiver.
His teeth graze your earlobe and you feel arousal shoot down your spine and legs. You grip his coat to keep yourself steady and he chuckles darkly above you.
“What if I want both?” You challenge as you bite your lip and stare up at him.
“Greedy little thing huh? Lucky for you I can be very generous.” He purrs which has you throbbing and pressing your body into his.
“Please can we go? Please.” You whine out feeling too strung out and too desperate to wait any longer.
“Yours or mine?” He asks and you grab your keys from your purse and get in the car, he quickly follows suit.
“Anywhere I don't care.” You say as you put the keys in the ignition and stare him down.
“Mine it is,” Namjoon decides as you pull out of the parking lot and head towards his place.
You would like to think of yourself as a patient person. You would like to think you have self-control and that you can handle yourself as a grown-ass adult.
However, the second you pull into Namjoon's driveway you are almost running up to his door. His laugh is echoing behind you but you don't care as you stand there and wait for him to hurry the hell up.
“God any slower Joon?” You tease as he chuckles and unlocks the door, the warmth of the house inviting you in.
You shuck off your coat and watch as he does the same. You shift foot to foot as he takes his time putting everything back in its rightful place and you swear he is doing this on purpose.
“Joon.” You whine out as you watch him head to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“Yes?” He asks teasingly as he offers you a cup and you shake your head.
You stand there as he takes his sweet time in the kitchen, turning on lights, putting things away, and your not sure if you want to kiss him or smack him for making you wait.
“Joon I swear to god.” You complain as he turns around and leans against the counter grinning at you.
“Yes?” He repeats as you stand there under the lighting almost shaking with how aroused you are.
Even though he is acting like he is not affected you can see his cock tenting his dress pants and the way his cheeks are flushed.
You walk over to him and stand toe to toe with his towering frame. He is looking down at you with an amused expression which gets wiped from his face real quick when you cup his bulge over his pants.
“Impatient aren't we?” He teases as you push your palm into his cock harder which has his voice breaking and his eyes fluttering closed.
“Yeah well someone made me wait a whole month so sorry for not wanting to wait longer.” You growl out.
He whines above you when you undo the button and slide his pants down. He assists you by stepping out of them and right as you are about to reach for his boxers he surprises you by grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand away.
You look up at him with an annoyed expression but he quickly grabs your hips and lifts you up on the kitchen island.
The memory of last time comes to mind as you once again part your legs so he can stand between them.
He swoops in to kiss you and you run your hands through his hair, tugging on the ends making him groan against your mouth.
His hands travel the expanse of your body and you shift your hips as close to the edge as you can so you can feel the hot press of his cock against your throbbing core.
“Wanna touch you.” He mutters against your lips as you nod and he pushes your body down so you are laying flat against the island.
You stare at him in awe as he taps your leg signaling you to lift your hips so he can slide your leggings down your body.
His fingers trace your bare skin as you let out a shaky breath.
In one swoop he pulls you to the very edge of the island and grabs a bar stool. Confusion is written all over your face when he sits down and grabs your hips to pull you closer to him.
“Sit up let me take this dress off and see you.” He says as you nod and do as you are told. Namjoon's hands are warm against your skin as he pulls the dress over your head and flings it somewhere in the room.
His eyes roam your body and you instinctively cover your body with your hands, feeling insecure under his piercing gaze.
“Fuck you're perfect.” He groans as you see his hand disappear and palm at his hard cock still trapped against his boxers.
“Take your shirt off I wanna see you too.” You mumble, he complies as he peels his shirt off which now joins the pile of clothes on the floor.
God his body is so...wow.
His broad shoulders immediately catch your eye and you stare down at his wide chest and toned stomach. So much skin to mark up it makes your mouth water at the possibilities.
You lean forward to suck and nip at his newly exposed skin but his palm is large against your chest as he pushes you once again down on the island, the cold granite making your body shiver.
“You know the meal was fantastic but I've always been more of a desert guy.” He says running his
hands up and down your legs, taking his time exploring your body.
“We should have ordered desert then.” You say breathless as his hands keep inching higher to where your panties are, absolutely soaked with arousal and you are sure he can see that.
“This is my desert beautiful. I'm gonna make a meal out of your gorgeous pussy. Didn't have the chance to last time.” He growls as he dips his deft fingers into the band of your underwear and slowly pulls them down.
You arch your hips up to help him and sneak your hand around to undo your bra.
He gets up from his chair to eye your entire naked body, spread out on his island like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
You don't feel insecure anymore, in fact, you feel hot under his gaze as he takes you in, eyes trailing up and down your naked body, tongue darting out to lick at his lips.
“Joon.” You whine, which snaps him out of his daze as he once again grabs your hips and pulls you towards him.
His hands spread your legs and he throws them over his broad shoulders which has you moaning out as he brings his face dangerously close to your pussy.
His breath fans over your wetness and you shiver as you stare down at his narrowed eyes taking it all in.
This is a wet dream come true.
“This okay?” He whispers as the tension in the room intensifies and you feel like you are going to explode with how severe your pussy is throbbing.
“Please Joon fuck.” You whine out which makes him grin devilishly before he dives right in.
You have had someone eat you out before but never like this. His hands stay pinned to your hips keeping you down as his tongue circles your swollen clit. You cry out when he sucks on it adding enough force to make your eyes roll in the back of your head.
You grip the edge of the island as he licks, sucks and swipes his tongue along your slit gathering all the wetness and slurping it down.
The noises are obscene and you can feel a sheen of sweat break out on your body as his hands tighten on your hips as you try to raise them up to get more.
“Joon.” You beg out as your hands begin to hurt from how tightly you are gripping the island, feeling like you need something to anchor yourself to so you don't float away.
Your body is taught with pressure when he detaches his lips from your clit and his finger slips inside you with ease.
“God baby girl still so tight.” He growls as he works the finger in and out of you curling it at just the right angle to have you bucking up into his touch, desperate for more, desperate for him to make you cum.
“You gotta be good for me okay. I gotta stretch you out right.” He mutters as he adds another finger and your eyes roll in the back of your head. You feel the tight coil of an orgasm approaching and you try your best to hold out as long as you can.
He adds another finger and you hiss at the burn of three fingers buried inside you. He works you slower letting you adjust to them as his tongue comes down to join his fingers.
When his tongue sucks on your clit you arch your body up and let out an animalistic wine as he alternates between licking and sucking your clit and pumping his fingers inside of you.
“Come on baby girl. Let go for me.” He growls as he works you harder and you can feel the pleasure build and build deep in your core.
“Joon c-close fuck.” You cry out as he sucks and licks at you harder providing the right amount of pressure and curling his fingers just right which sends you flying over the edge.
You arch up and cry out his name as your walls flutter around his thick digits. You are panting and moaning as you ride out your high and he laps up everything you are giving him.
Your body finally gives up as you slump against the island and push your damp hair from your eyes.
You are pretty sure you just died and went to heaven.
Namjoon pushes the chair back as he slowly grabs your weak body off the island and carries you to his room.
You wrap your legs around him and can feel his hard cock bumping against your core as he walks over to lay you down on his king-sized bed.
The room looks the same as it did and the memory makes you smile as he crawls up on the bed next to you. Taking his phone out of his pants and checking it quick, frowning as he does so.
“What's up?” You ask as you peer up at him and he shakes his head and locks his phone, throwing it on the beside table.
“Just wanted to silence my phone so we don't get interrupted.” He says as you finally find the strength to sit up and push him down on the bed. You straddle his thick thighs and he stares up at you with lips parted and eyes blown wide.
“Your turn.” You tease as you situate yourself right over his aching bulge and press hot kisses to the column of his throat.
His hand knead your ass as he grinds you against him and you suck and nip at the skin on his neck and shoulders.
“Y/N.” He whines out as you run your fingernails down his chest and continue to grind on his cock, letting your arousal soak the material of his boxers.
You hum in reply as he throws his head back giving you more access to his neck.
“Y/N fuck. I don't want to ruin this or anything but can I be inside you. Please.” He whines as you pull away and stare at him.
How his pupils are blown wide, how his his lips are bruised from all the kissing, and how his cheeks are flushed with the prettiest red blush.
“What if I want to suck you off?” You ask with a tilt of your head and you let out a soft laugh when you feel his cock twitch against you.
“Fuck. I'd love nothing more than that. I'm going to be honest, I want to cum inside your pussy not on your face or in your mouth and I'm scared if you suck me off I won't last.” He admits blushing harder as you grin and nod.
You move your body off him so he can reach into his nightstand to grab a condom and flick on the bedside light.
You watch as he hooks his hands in the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down, his hard cock springing free and smacking against his stomach.
Your jaw drops. Sure you had felt him in your hand and knew he felt big, but actually seeing it was a different story.
His cock was thick with a vein running along the underside of it. The head was flushed a pretty red color and precum was oozing out the tip and sliding down the shaft.
You couldn't help yourself as you leaned down to lick at the precum. A groan burst from Namjoon's lips when you made a connection with the hot silky skin of his cock.
“Fuck Y/N you-you can't I'll cum.” He warns as you lick him and suck on the head, making eye contact with him which has him groaning above you
Your lips pop off the head of his cock with a satisfying pop and he wastes no time tearing open the condom and rolling it down his length.
You have dreamed of this moment and waited for this moment but now that it is finally here you feel nervous.
You leaned back on your knees and bit your lip trying not to let the worries overtake you.
“Hey. I got you. It will be okay.” Namjoon whispers as your eyes snap back to his and he runs his hands through your hair to cup the back of your head.
His lips connect with yours in a slow and sensual kiss. You climb up on his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders as his cock bumps against your core.
“Nothing to be worried about. I got you. We will go slow.” He mumbles against your lips as you nod.
“I want you to feel good. If it hurts we stop, or we slow down.” He explains as you grab the base of his cock and line it up with your core.
The second you sink down on his cock you can already feel the stretch and burn.
You bury your face in his shoulder and whimper as his cock head slips inside.
Namjoon takes his time with you, he rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear as you sink down on him slower.
His cock is tight inside of your body and when you finally reach the hilt you let out a shaky breath you had not realized you were holding.
You look down and gasp as you see where your bodies are connected. His hands come up to push your hair out of your face and you stare into his eyes.
“I got you. How do you feel baby girl?” He asks with concern written all over his face.
“Full. So fucking full.” You sigh out leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder as his arms circle around you to hold you steady.
“You are so tight Y/N. Fuck I wanna fuck into you so bad. You have no idea how good you feel stuffed with my cock.” He growls as you feel the pain start to subside and get replaced with unexplained pleasure.
“Joon please.” You whine out as he runs his hands up and down your back.
“Please what? What does my baby need?” He asks voice strained from holding back.
“Keep talking. Please.” You whine out eyes closed waiting for the stretch to subside.
“Fuck baby you don't know how long I have wanted to do this. If we didn't get interrupted last time I would have been balls deep buried inside you like I am now. And you would have taken me like such a good girl, wouldn't you? You would have cum again on my tongue because tasting you off my fingers was not enough. Shit, I was so fucking hard when Jungkook was making you breakfast. Thought about kicking his ass out and dragging you to my room and not letting you leave until you were properly fucked.”
You moan and shake above him at his words which only spurs him on more.
“God I couldn't stop thinking about you. And that day at the studio to know you had a wet dream about me. Fuck I was so hard in my sweatpants I'm surprised you didn't notice.” He continues on.
“Joon please.” You cry out.
“Please what baby? Use your words.” He demands as he delivers a soft spank to your ass.
“Move-Please Joon fuck-fuck me Joon.” You cry out as you pull yourself from his chest and stare at his expression.
He grins wickedly at you as you move your hips against his, grinding yourself on his cock as you slowly move up and down trying to get used to the feeling of being so full.
“Want me to take over baby?” He asks as your movements are sloppy and desperate.
You nod and in a flash, he flips you over so you are on your back and he is hovering over you, eyes wide and a smirk on his face as he slowly inches out of you before slamming back in.
Broken moans leave your lips as he rams into you, his cock hitting that spot inside of you each time that makes you see stars and claw at the skin on his back.
He growls in your ear when you shoot your hips up to meet his thrust and you both are whining and groaning as you chase your high.
He holds himself up on strong arms as he rams into you with such force you are moving up and down the bed. You grip his biceps and cry out when he captures your lips in a searing kiss, muting your whimpers and moans.
His thrusts get deeper and more erratic as you can feel yourself slowly tipping over the edge. You hook your legs around his waist to bring him closer and you arch your back to get him to thrust deeper inside of you.
“Y/N c-close fuck.” He cries out as his thrusts become more erratic which sends you over the edge.
You cum hard against him, chest arching up to brush against his as your walls clamp down on his cock and milk him as he continues to fuck into you with an intensity that almost sends your head right through the headboard.
“Please Joon cum inside me. P-Please.” You cry out as you grip his back and keep him pinned to you as he pumps into you a couple more times before burying his face in your neck and cuming hard, swearing loudly as he does so.
You let him ride out his high, your hands clawing at his back as his cock twitches deep inside of you.
He pulls out slowly and rolls on his back, tying up the condom and throwing it in the garbage as you both stare at the ceiling and try to catch your breath.
Namjoon stands up to crack open the window to rid the room of the smell of sex and you roll over to let the breeze hit your face.
You feel so good. So thoroughly fucked out you hardly notice him leave the room and come back with a glass of water for each of you and a soft towel to clean you up.
He hands you the water and takes his time between your legs wiping you down with the towel. He throws it somewhere in the room and reaches for his boxers on the floor and drags them up his legs.
“Wow.” You breathe out after a sip of water as you place it on his nightstand and let the air from the window cool your damp skin.
“Wow is right.” Namjoon echos as he climbs into bed and cuddles you in his arms, pressing his chin against the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you.
“That was...” You taper off not sure what to say. You are swimming in bliss and never ever want to leave.
“Yeah. I feel the same.” He mutters above you as you pull away to stare at him.
His hair is falling over his forehead and he is smiling down at you in adoration. You grab his hands to lace them through yours as you rest your head on his bare chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
After some time Namjoon lightly pushes you off his chest and you look up at him.
“I want to take you out again. Can I? Sometime this week?” He asks timidly as you smile and answer him with a kiss.
“Of course Joonie. I'm yours.” You tell him.
He looks at you with such a soft smile on his face it makes your heart flutter.
“Though I think I'm going to have to tell Jungkook. I can't keep this from him for forever.” You admit as you rest your head on Namjoon's shoulder.
“Yeah, I think it's time. Plus Yoongi kind of already knows.” Namjoon confirms which has you sitting upright in an instant and staring at him in shock.
“What do you mean he knows! He doesn't know.” You reply anxiously.
“Um yeah, he knows. Remember when I check my phone after...yeah. He texted me saying I owed him for distracting Jungkook tonight so we could go on our date. He also said about time so I guess he saw this coming.” Namjoon teases as you blush bright red.
“Please tell me he won't tell Jungkook.” You plead feeling guilt pool in your stomach.
“Nah Yoongi is good about that,” Namjoon confirms as his hands come up to smooth at the worry lines between your eyebrows.
“It will be okay. I promise.” Namjoon assures you with another kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean into it, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours and the perfect moment you created together.
The day has come to finally tell Jungkook and the coffee shop is packed as you grab your food and navigate all the tables to find one that is empty.
You follow Jungkook's back as he leads the way, finding an empty table in the back for you both to share.
You reached out saying you were craving the little cakes and pastries this specific coffee shop sold and Jungkook was more than happy to come along.
You opted for tea instead of coffee this time, knowing coffee would do you no good in this situation.
It had only been three days since your date with Namjoon but you had another one planned for tomorrow. Namjoon knew you were going to tell Jungkook today and he provided you with encouraging texts all morning.
You both sat down and you pulled your teacup towards yourself as Jungkook dug into the desert letting his coffee cool a bit before drinking.
“I feel like I haven't seen you in forever I'm glad we could find time to hang out today.” He says mouth full of whatever pastry he grabbed.
“Yeah me too. Kook, I wanna talk to you about something.” You start, feeling anxiety flutter through your body as he stops eating to stare at you.
“It's about...a date I had three days ago.” You say, rubbing your sweaty hands on your pants and trying to force the words out.
“With Namjoon yeah?” He says, hardly bothered as you nearly spill your tea down the front of your shirt.
“Um, what?” You say in shock as he grins and takes another massive bite of the pastry smearing his lips with chocolate.
“What about it?” He asks sounding not at all bothered.
“You know?! How do you know? Yoongi? Did he say?” You sputter pushing your tea away worried you would spill it on yourself in shock.
“Nah Yoongi didn't tell me. But when I come home from the gym and you are moaning Namjoon's name on my couch I put the pieces together. I mean come on Y/N. You got drunk, he took you home and when I came over you both looked like little kids getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to.” He explains as your eyes grow wide.
“I had a feeling something happened but I dropped it because maybe I was wrong. But then you had that sex dream about him. I just happened to walk in while you were moaning his name and I knew. Why do you think I brought it up at the studio? Someone had to get the ball rolling.”
You stayed glued in your chair as he continued to explain.
“Then when you came to pick me up drunk I mean I saw you guys making out. I was drunk but not blind.” He says shoving more food in his mouth and grinning at you as if this whole thing was so incredibly obvious.
“As for your date, I had no idea. Honest. But when Yoongi grabbed me and practically forced me away from bugging Namjoon I had a feeling. And Yoongi wants to hang with Tae and I...alone? Not a chance. I figured he was covering for Namjoon. And you. So I played it up to get a free meal from him. Should thank you for that one.” Jungkook teases as he leans back and sips his coffee eyes never leaving your shocked face.
“So you knew the entire time?” You finally say feeling your stomach turn.
“I mean I didn't know till the sex dream but I had a feeling. He would always stare at you when you weren't looking. I don't know how you didn't notice because almost everyone else did.”
You blushed furiously as you wrapped your hands around your warm cup of tea.
“So did the date go well? Or was he horrible? Is that what you wanted to tell me?” Jungkook asks.
“I...you knew? And you're not...I dunno mad?” You ask him.
“Why would I be? Namjoon is a great guy and you're my best friend. Why would I be mad? I got Yoongi to order both Tae and I expensive food. I'm ecstatic” Jungkook teases as you reach across the table to smack his arm.
“But if you want to keep pretending I don't know I wouldn't mind getting more food.” He teases you again as you swat his arm and smile.
“You are such a weirdo Jeon Jungkook.” You say as you sip your tea and the atmosphere seems to lighten.
“So when I came banging on the door did I interrupt anything.” He asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows which has you blushing and swatting at his arm again
“I'm not answering that.” You respond as Jungkook dissolves in a fit of giggles.
“One last question and you have to answer this one then I'll drop it.” He says after his giggle fit.
“Depends what it is.” You shoot back falling into your teasing each other rhythm once again.
“Does he make you happy?” Jungkook asks, voice suddenly serious.
You smile.
“Yes, he does. Very happy.” You confirm as you reach for a pastry on the table.
“Good.” He says as you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you take it out to see Namjoon messaged you.
“So I can't interrupt your date but he can interrupt our hangout. That's not fair.” Jungkook pouts as you text Namjoon to let him know it went well and you will explain the whole thing later.
“Okay okay, my phones away.” You say as you shove it in your pocket and grin.
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Summary: You and Namjoon had been hooking up for months, it was nothing serious, you were just friends. He didn't usually care who else you slept with, but when his best friend Hoseok moved back home from studying dance abroad, he made it clear that you were off limits.
Warnings: unprotected sex, implied threesome, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, fingering, swearing, praise, creampies , soft dom, spanking (only twice), This is mostly smut😭
Pairings: Namjoon x Reader x Hoseok
5.9k+ Words
Rather than the stars in the sky,
I'd like to see the stars on your shoes.
Without Namjoon knowing
(J-Hope) Converse High- BTS)
"Fuck Joon, right there!" you gasped as Namjoon fucked into you placing your legs over his muscular shoulders and gripping your hips.
He grunted as he felt you clench around him at the edge of orgasm. Picking up the pace of his thrusts was all it took for you to let go, your thighs shook as you came on his thick cock. Not far behind Namjoon pulled out of you pumping himself a few times before cumming all over your lower abdomen.
You let your legs fall from his shoulders and he leaned down to kiss you before throwing himself down on the bed beside you. "Shit Y/N, we keep fucking like THAT, and I might just fall in love." He joked.
You rolled your eyes smirking at your friend. "I'm insatiable, I know." you tried not to laugh as you said this. Namjoon looked over at you and the both of you busted out into a fit of laughter.
This was how you always joked with him, the two of you were good friends and were obviously physically attracted to each other. You kept things casual and had clear boundaries there was never any problem with it. Luckily sex hadn't changed your friendship one bit, as soon as he pulled out of you, you were back to joking and hanging out.
When your laughter died down Namjoon sat up "I'll go get you a towel to clean up." He got up and put his boxers on before walking out of his bedroom and going into the bathroom across the hall.
You laid there waiting for a few seconds for him to come back. He walked back into the bedroom and handed you the towel to wipe off with. You got cleaned up and dressed, now you were chilling on his couch waiting for his friend Hoseok to come over so the three of you could pick something to watch.
You met Hoseok a handful of times before; he was a good friend of Namjoon's and he moved away temporarily to have more opportunities to learn dancing. You knew him before he left although you weren't close, you had hung out a few times due to having mutual friends.
He'd been back for a few weeks now and you'd seen him when hanging out with friends. The two of you had talked a bit and you knew him more now.
You planned to stay at Namjoon's house for the night, the two of you were going to watch movies, so when Hoseok called him to hang out, he invited him to join you.
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When he arrived, he was cheerful as every other time you'd seen him, a huge smile on his face and a bright persona. Though that's not the only thing you noticed about Hoseok. He was tall, shorter than Namjoon but still a nice height, skinny but with a bit of muscle, and he had an amazing fashion sense.
He obviously likes baggy clothes, jeans especially, but this time he was wearing a pair of white sweatpants with a brown shirt that was a little oversized.
He greeted both you and Namjoon then took a seat beside you on the couch while Joon went to his bedroom to change because in his words he "didn't match the vibe." He was the only one in jeans and wanted to get comfortable too. Like Hoseok, you were wearing sweats.
It's a little awkward sitting there with him. You've made conversation before but not in this type of situation. You stand up from your spot on the couch. "I'm gonna grab a drink. You want anything?"
He thinks for a moment. "Just water please." You walk over to the kitchen area that is joined to the living room and open the fridge to grab some water bottles. Shamelessly Hoseok watches as you walk and bend over to open the fridge drawer where Joon keeps his bottled water.
Namjoon walks back into the room just in time to see his friend eyeing you from behind. He coughs standing in the doorway between the hallway and kitchen area, Hoseok immediately pulls his eyes away from you and looks up at Joon.
You stand up straight and turn around to see Joon standing there in a pair of light gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, it's so simple but he looks fucking good.
Both of you make your way back to the couches and you hand Hoseok a bottle of water.
"I'm hungry, we should order pizza." You suggest to the guys. Namjoon immediately pulls his phone out and asks what toppings you want. You and Hoseok, both tell him what you want, and he orders.
"They won't deliver here so one of us has to go get it. Is that ok with you guys?"
You both tell him that's fine and you offer to go because you were the one who wanted it in the first place and because you thought you should leave them to hang out alone for a little while. There must have been a reason Hoseok wanted to see Joon and you wanted to give them time just in case even though it just seemed like he wanted to see his friend.
Soon you leave Namjoon's apartment to pick up the pizza. The place he ordered from isn't too far so if it's not busy you'd be back in no time.
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"So, what's up with Y/N? Are you guys together?" Hoseok questions "No. Why? Did she say something?"
Hoseok raises his eyebrows at how eager his friend seemed at the question of your relationship. "Nah, it's just that almost every time I call or see if you're down to hang out with Y/N, and not to mention the way you looked at me earlier." He points out "So you guys are just good friends, or like a sibling type vibe?"
"You were staring at her ass, Hoseok anybody would have pointed it out." Namjoon told him. "And we're just good friends. I enjoy spending time with her."
"So, you wouldn't mind if I... I don't know...got to know her?" Namjoon looked at him as if he just said something completely insane.
"I don't think you're her type." Namjoon says flatly. It wasn't even a little bit true though he was almost positive that personality wise Hoseok was someone you would like, not to mention that on top of being insanely attractive and having fucking impeccable style Hoseok was a dancer A fucking dancer! That's literally the cheat code to being good in bed.
Hoseok looks at him confused. "You sure there's nothing going on with you two? Just tell me, I won't judge."
"Nothing, I just care about her." Hoseok nods, understanding "Ah so you like her." Namjoon is quick to shake his head "It's not like that." he sighs. "I like what I have with her right now, so if you're not serious just leave her alone."
Hoseok was confused at the last bit but went along with it.
He knew what that meant, Namjoon definitely liked you but didn't want to say so. Hoseok nods his head, and they drop the topic and begin to talk more about Hoseok's time in the states.
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Within about 20 minutes you're back at Joon's apartment eating pizza and watching one of the Batman movies. You were seated sideways on the couch with your feet on Joon's legs and Hoseok sat on the floor in front of the middle cushion so he could spread himself out more.
You weren't paying that much attention to the movie that was playing in front of you. You had no interest in Marvel or DC movies. You wanted to pick something else but ended up watching this after the two boys wouldn't back down.
There were better things to do anyway like thinking about the two extremely fine men you had right in front of you.
Namjoon, who was sitting next to you, tall and muscular, his dark hair was getting longer, and it made him look more mature. His voice always made you crazy especially during sex. He was amazing at talking you through it.
You had started to become something that you hoped was more than friends, but he was always so laid back about what you were doing that you didn't think he would want anything more. You were willing to put your feelings for him aside in case it would ruin your friendship.
And Hoseok who you didn't know all that well. You were curious about him though. You definitely thought about what it would be like to fuck him, multiple times throughout the movie. He had a sort of confidence to him that wasn't overwhelming or arrogant, he was a dancer and you wanted to know what his stamina was like. He could probably go all night and barely break a sweat.
At some point your mind started to merge your thoughts into having them both at the same time Namjoon pounding you hard while you took Hoseok's length in your mouth. Even though you'd never seen Hoseok's dick you had a feeling it was long and on the skinner side.
You thought about Hoseok fucking you fast and rhythmically, keeping his pace while you sucked on Joon's thick cock, and he told you how good you were doing.
The images in your head so vivid you could almost feel it.
"You okay Y/N." Namjoon asks, pulling you out of your thoughts. You hadn't realized but you'd been shifting your legs and staring into space for some time now. "Yeah, I'm good. Just trying to get comfortable." You tell him. You fixed your legs one last time before looking at the tv again.
You weren't good. There was no getting comfortable. Your panties were soaked, and you were horny.
Namjoon might have picked up on that, he knew your body well and you were afraid he could tell, and you didn't feel like explaining what got you this way.
You tried sitting as still as possible and paying attention to the movie, but that fucker definitely knew. Joon started to rub your feet reaching up to your calves. You started to breath shakily as his hand reached up past your knee to your inner thighs.
You shot him a look; Hoseok was sitting right in front of you. All it takes is him to turn his head and he would see Namjoon caressing you over your sweatpants.
Namjoon dismissed it and leaned his body closer to you in order to reach higher. You grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over your legs. If Hoseok saw what was happening, you would be embarrassed but there was no way you were going to tell Namjoon to stop.
As Namjoon touched farther and farther up your legs, he kept his eyes on the tv. Hoseok turned his head ever so slightly just enough for you to see the smirk on his face. You froze. He knew what was happening behind him.
"You sure you're alright Y/N? I can feel you squirming from down here." Hoseok said in a concerned tone as he turned to fully look up at you. You knew that he knew what was going on. He was teasing you.
Quickly you kicked Namjoon away and sat up straight bringing your legs closer to you. "It's just hot, I'm gonna take a shower. You guys finish the movie."
Before either of them can speak you jump up off the couch and rush into the hallway past the bathroom.
Neither of them says anything or look at each other but Namjoon knew that Hoseok saw, and Hoseok knew that Namjoon knew he saw.
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You had taken a nice shower in Namjoon's bathroom, and you were headed into his room where your bag was to get spare clothes. You decided to put your sweatpants back on because you only brought clothes for tomorrow and an extra pair of sleep shorts, but you would not be wearing those in front of them, especially now when they both looked like they could go feral for you at any second.
You weren't mad about it though.
You chose to wear one of Joon's t-shirts because you always did, they were comfortable as hell.
You walked back over to the living room area and the boys were both sitting on opposite sides of the couch turned to face each other. They both looked up at you. "You feel any better?" Namjoon asked smugly. Hoseok looked as if he was holding in a laugh, and you glared at both of them.
For the next hour or so you guys just hung out watching whatever was on and talking about random things. Hoseok was getting tired, so he decided it was time for him to go.
He and Namjoon did that man hug thing where they handshake and pat each other on the back, then Hoseok walked over to where you were sitting and gave you a side hug. It surprised you; he had never hugged you before but due to his usually cheerful and welcoming personality it didn't seem weird or out of place.
"See you, Namjoon." He waved at his friend as he went to walk out the front door. He stopped to look at you one last time. "Let's hang out again soon." He suggested anyone who wasn't looking at him would have thought it was a general comment, but from the way he locked eyes with you and smirked you had a feeling he was talking about you specifically.
You wave at him one last time before he walks out the door. Now it was time to scold Namjoon for being so reckless. "What the fuck were you thinking?" you question him. He looks over at you with big eyes. "Are you crazy he might have seen." Namjoon rolls his eyes at you.
"It's fine, Hoseok's cool, he doesn't care, he does the same shit."
"That's not the point, it's embarrassing" You stand up walking over to the kitchen area to get more to drink. You stand next to the counter and Namjoon comes to stand in front of you. He places his hands on your hips. "How was that embarrassing?" He asks quietly, "I'll just tell Hoseok not to bring it up."
"Don't tell him that!" Namjoon looks down at you confused so you explain. 'What if he didn't actually see and you brought it to his attention!" You didn't think of the possibility that you read the signs wrong and maybe he didn't see, and you were overreacting and being weird for no reason.
Namjoon leans his face down closer to yours, lips inches apart. "Hoseok won't say anything no matter if he did or didn't see."
You're prepared to argue back the close proximity and the way Namjoon is looking at you makes the words catch in your throat. His lips dust over yours and you tilt your head up more, wanting to kiss him. He pulls back before your lips can fully touch, one of his hands drops from its place on your hip down to the waistband of your sweats.
He looks at you asking permission to continue and you nod your head. He lets his lips touch yours and slides his hand into your pants and begins to rub your clit over your panties making you gasp. He pulls his lips from yours "Does this embarrass you Y/N? You don't seem embarrassed with my hands making you feel good." You do your best to glare at him and he lightly grabs your throat, turning your head up more. "Answer me Y/N, are you embarrassed right now?" You shake your head.
"Use your words baby."
"N-no, it's different though, no one else is around." You begin to buck your hips into Namjoon's fingers needing to feel more. You wished you decided not to wear panties after your shower. "Joon, more." you whined. He pulled his hand out of your pants and took your hand in his. He guided you to the bedroom and as soon as you made it to the bed you kicked your pants off and waited to see what he was going to do next.
He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his muscular chest and torso to you. No matter how many times you saw his body it amazed you. He stood over you and motioned you to lie on your back, you laid back and he immediately hooked his fingers on the waist of your panties and pulled them off of you.
You instinctively spread your legs for him to have access. "So impatient" he tsked. Wasting no time he dipped his fingers into your already wet cunt, pushing in and out slowly while rubbing your clit with his thumb.
He began to stretch you out with his fingers in preparation. You began to clench around him, and he pulled his fingers out not wanting you to cum yet. You wanted to yell at the feeling of his fingers leaving you. You knew he wanted you to cum around him, so you weren't going to complain just yet.
He quickly shoved off his pants and boxers and you shifted to make room for him on the bed. "You wanna ride me tonight baby?" You nodded your head. It wasn't your favorite position, but you didn't mind it. You knew Joon loved it and seeing the way his face twisted in pleasure when you were on top was enough to motivate you to do it whenever.
He laid down and propped himself on some pillows and you began to stroke his thick length slowly but firmly. As he got harder pre-cum began to leak from his tip down to the base. He put his arms out for you to grab and helped you on top of him. You positioned his cock so you could sit and began to sink onto him. He groaned when he felt your tight walls squeeze around him.
"Relax baby, just go slow." he tells you softly. You're having trouble accommodating the thickness of his cock inside of you, he notices and begins to softly rub circles into your clit to help you relax.
You lowered yourself more, now he was fully inside you and you took a second before moving up and down bouncing on his cock. "Fuck Y/N, just like that."
He started to push his hips up into yours making it harder to concentrate on riding him, your legs began to tremble, and Namjoon pulled you into a messy kiss. Your pace began to slow so he hooked his arms under your knees and lifted you just enough for him to fuck into you and speed up.
You grabbed onto his shoulders digging your nails into him and moaning loudly. "Taking me so fucking well." He grunted, keeping his pace inside of you. You started to tighten around him and grab him even tighter than before.
"Cum with me baby." He breathed out. Just like that you came around him legs shaking as his thrusts slowed and became sloppy you felt him twitch inside of you before shooting his cum into your messy pussy.
He dropped your legs and laid back, resting your head on his chest for a moment catching your breath before speaking "You owe me $50 for that." You told him. You were on birth control but if he came inside you, you always took the pill just to be safe.
He laughed, "I'll run out and get you a pill tonight."
You sat up and moved backwards so that his now soft cock would slip out of you. You both cringed at the feeling.
You put your underwear back on and told him you were going to the bathroom to get cleaned up again.
While you showered again, he left to grab you a 'morning after' pill.
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The next day you were back at your own apartment, and you got a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: Hey Y/N, it's Hobi.
Hobi? Who's Hobi? The name sounded familiar. Ahh Hobi. you'd heard Joon call Hoseok that a few times before. You wondered how he got your number, not that you cared that Hoseok was cool, but you were still a little worried about the previous night.
You: Hey Hoseok, how'd you get my number?
Hoseok: I asked Joon to give it to me. Anyway, what are you doing later?
He left out the part where Namjoon told him no, but he went through his phone to find it anyway. You weren't his girlfriend, and he wasn't in charge of you so there was no reason for Namjoon to gatekeep your number from him.
You didn't have any plans for today and you were bored sitting at home.
You: Probably just chillin at home. Why?
Namjoon was working until late tonight so he wouldn't be able to hang out today and you and Hoseok had other mutual friends but none that were as close as Joon or close enough to have random hang outs.
Hoseok: Would you wanna come over later? I've been working on a new dance routine, and I need some opinions. I don't know if you know anything about dance, but I need someone who will be honest about how it looks.
Why in the world would Hoseok need your opinions on his dancing? You'd seen videos of him dancing before and he was amazing, however he moved the beat followed it was as if the music was following him instead of the other way around.
You had no experience with dance, it always looked cool to try but you never took it up. It sounded fun to see such an experienced dancer in action, you wondered if he invited anyone else.
His texts, although unexpected, didn't seem odd, maybe he really hadn't picked up what was going on behind him last night, or maybe he just didn't want to make things awkward, so he was trying to be normal.
You: Sure. It sounds fun!
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A few hours later you arrived at Hoseok's place, he had texted you his address and you agreed on a time to go over.
His apartment was very similar to his style. He had name-brand everything he obviously loved supreme and a lot of his furniture and decorations were bright colored, but it matched so well and wasn't overwhelming.
It was a completely different vibe from Namjoon's apartment where he had mostly neutral tones and light/ pale colors. Joon's space was calming while Hoseok's made was fun and bright.
You sat on the floor of Hoseok's dance studio, which was an empty master bedroom with a mirror that stretched across the longest wall. Hoseok explained that this was the best space for him to dance in the apartment, so he made it a practice room and he uses the smaller bedroom as his actual room.
The space wasn't huge but if he wanted to, he could fit 3 or 4 more people in here to dance with him.
You were holding his phone and he told you to press play on the song when he gave you a signal. He stretched for a moment and then signaled for you to press play, as soon as the music it was like he had tuned out everything around him, you wouldn't be surprised if he forgot you were there.
You watched as he danced, entranced with his movements. When the song finished, he looked over at you and caught his breath.
"What do you think? Please be honest." You pressed your lips together and tilted your head. You were going to be totally honest. "The routine was amazing, it's your face that's throwing it off." His eyes widened and he seemed to be caught off guard.
"No, I didn't mean it like that!" you said panicking.
"Damn Y/N I didn't mean to be that honest." Hoseok laughed.
"Your face is perfect, it's really nice actually, your side profile is really pretty" you said, not meaning to compliment him that much, your cheeks beginning to turn red in embarrassment at your rambling.
Hoseok took a seat on the floor in front of you trying not to laugh. You sighed "It's your expression i was trying to say you're so concentrated you almost look angry." He nods his head. "I noticed that in the videos I've seen before too, try to give more facial expressions."
"You've seen my dance videos before?"
When Hoseok was gone, he would send his friends videos of new routines or moves he thought were cool and Joon would show you a lot of them. He was really proud of Hoseok, and he loved to show off his best friend's talent.
"Joon showed me a few." you told him. "Seems like Joon shows you a lot of things." Hoseok said in a teasing manner.
Oh, shit he definitely saw.
Your eyes widened.
"Start the music, I'll try again." Without a word you restarted the song and pressed play.
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Hoseok went over the routine a few more times, his expressions had gotten better and now you told him everything was perfect.
The both of you sat up against the mirrored wall and you asked him questions about dance and how he got into it. It was a light and easy conversation that soon turned in a different direction.
"Did you really think I wouldn't see?" He questioned. You were tired of the topic before it even started. "Don't even try to act confused. I know you know what I'm talking about."
You sighed in defeat. "That was all him! I didn't tell him to do that."
"You didn't seem like you were against it." Hoseok said smirking.
You groaned at the fact he wouldn't drop it. "Why are you so worried about it anyway?"
"Well for one, it was happening right behind me, I can't say I'm mad about it though. Just kinda wish it was me touching you like that."
Your jaw dropped; you didn't know what to say to that because to be honest you wanted to know what it would feel like for him to touch you.
Hoseok turns to face you completely, bringing his face closer to yours. "Do you want that too?" You gulp nodding your head. Hoseok gently places a hand on you, softly stroking your thigh getting closer and closer to your now aroused cunt. "Namjoon wouldn't be mad, would he?" Hoseok teases as his fingers reach the bottom of your shorts.
You lean forward and brush your lips over his "Are you gonna fuck me, or do you get off just talking about Namjoon." you question softly but teasingly, giggling at Hoseok who leans back in shock at your words.
He shakes his head and it's like a whole different Hoseok appears, his features darken, and he gets onto his knees to lean over you. "Act like a brat and you'll be treated like one." Hoseok grabs your chin and tilts it up wards, with his other hand he reaches down to unbutton your shorts.
Suddenly he stops and stands up shaking his head. "This won't do." he thinks for a moment as you look up at him. "Show me how good you can be, and I'll let you cum." You know exactly what he wants.
Eagerly you get on your knees playing with the hem of his sweats with one hand and cupping his clothed dick with the other, feeling it get harder before you pull his pants and boxers down with one movement.
Just like you imagined the other night he was long and on the skinnier side you were sure it would make a bulge in your stomach if he fucked you the right way. Wasting no time, you took his length in both your hands and looked up as he threw his head back. You smirked as quiet groans fell from his lips. You wanted to make him cum as quickly as possible so you could feel him inside you.
You began to lick his tip ever so slightly, just brushing over him with your tongue and the way he would tense and squirm made you curious as to how he would react to your mouth. Without warning you took him into your mouth bobbing your head back and forth as he put his hands in your hair making sure not to grab you too tightly.
You took him in as far as you could, changing your pace and often stopping to give a little extra attention to his leaking tip. His moans became louder and more frequent and you felt his cock twitch in your mouth.
"Y/N pull me out i'm gonna- '' He came in your mouth, ropes of cum squirting down your throat. You continued to suck and pump him until nothing more came out and you swallowed every last drop. When you pulled away he was looking down at you wide eyed in disbelief. "Fuck Y/N, get up here."
You stood up off your knees and Hoseok pulled you into a deep kiss letting his arms fall and his hands roam your ass. He slapped it, maybe a little too hard making you squeal in surprise. He turned you around so that you were facing the mirror wall as he lightly gripped your throat forcing you to look in the mirror at yourself, your hair messy and the light amount of mascara you wore runny.
"You still want this." Hoseok asked you making sure you were ready to continue. You nodded your head and pushed your ass back onto his already re- hardening cock. He shoved your shorts down leaving you in your panties while he played with your clit. With his free hand he lifted your shirt and unclipped your bra.
He let go of you and helped you step out of your shorts that were now down around your ankles and you did the same with your panties.
When you were completely stripped of your clothes you faced the mirror again and Hoseok held one of your legs up as you used the mirrored wall to keep your balance while he rubbed his tip against your wet cunt. You sucked in a breath. "Don't tease." You whined .
He finally pushed himself into you after what felt like forever giving you slow deep strokes. When he got a good pace and balance he moved the two of you back from the mirror so you could see yourself. One of his arms holding up one of your legs while the other arm held you upright and close to him.
"Look how pretty you look, taking me so fucking well." All you could do was moan in response. He set your leg down and you leaned forward, he grabbed onto your arms and began to pick up his pace thrusting in and out of you. Your head dropped forward as your legs began to tremble and Hoseok let go of one of your arms and held across your stomach while letting go of your other arm. He spanked you once more "Head up baby, look at me." He motioned for you to look in the mirror.
You began to clench around him feeling your orgasm approaching and he felt it too, that's why he quickly pulled out. He wanted you to cum together but he wasn't ready yet.
As you were ready to yell at him for ruining your orgasm he turned you around to face him and picked you up walking over to a wall he leaned himself against it and placed his arms under your knees. He was in total control thrusting in and out of you at whatever pace he pleased. You were dripping down his cock onto both of your thighs practically screaming in pleasure and gripping his back so hard you were sure it was going to leave marks.
One again you began to clench around him, this time impossibly tight, he had to slow down because with the way your pussy was gripping him he could barely move inside you. "Hobi" you gasped out. "I'm cumming!" That motivated him to go faster and you continued to clench and pulse around him not long after you came. He latched his lips around a spot on your neck sucking hard as he finally came inside you. His thrusts were crazy and sloppy slowing down until they stopped all together and his now soft dick fell out of you.
He set you down and both of you leaned on the wall for support both sweaty and out of breath. Your legs were trembling and you thought they might give out. You looked at eachother absolutely speechless "Holy shit."
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A few days later you were at home looking in the mirror at a big purple bruise prominent on your neck. You knew Hoseok had done it on purpose, probably to make Namjoon jealous.
After the time in his dance studio you and Hobi –you considered yourselves pretty good friends now– had texted a few times and haven't really talked about it. You were kind of surprised he wasn't bringing it up or teasing you every chance he got.
You haven't seen Namjoon since your day with Hoseok but you had talked a few times and as far as you knew he had no idea what happened and you wanted to keep it that way because even though you weren't together you thought it'd be weird to tell him you had sex with his best friend.
He texted you asking if you'd want to come over and you agreed and made plans to hang out later. In the meantime you needed to figure out how to cover this hickey. It wasn't a problem until now because you had nothing to do but you didn't want it to be extremely obvious.
Makeup wasn't helping so you opted for wearing a hoodie and hoped for the best.
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When you got to Namjoon's apartment there was a little detail you noticed he left out of your conversation earlier.
A smirking Hoseok sat on the couch eyeing you up almost the whole time you were there.
"Aren't you hot Y/N? What's with the Hoodie?" You glared at him trying your best to ignore him and his sly comments.
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Later on Namjoons apartment felt like it was getting warmer by the second you had to take the hoodie off or you would have sweat to death. The lights were low and Joon didn't seem to be paying that much attention to you so you took it off.
"Damn Y/N what happened to your neck, that thing is nasty." You panicked and Joon leaned in more to get a better look. "Is that a..." You cringed at his words wanting to disappear into the couch. For some reason you were more embarrassed than you should've been about this.
Hoseok was chuckling from his spot on the floor and your cheeks went pink. Namjoon caught on to what happened and looked like he was seconds away from beating Hoseok to a pulp.
The boys broke out into an argument that you were the center of. It was petty and stupid and there was probably a better way to handle it, but the only thing you could think about was how fucking fine they both looked when they were mad.
You stood up tired of the yelling and hoped this would shut them up, you took off your shirt catching both of their attention. "Both of you shut the fuck up and come here." You told them sternly, turning on your heels and walking to Namjoon's bedroom.
Quickly and quietly, they did as they were told not wasting any more time.
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Thanks for reading please lmk what you think!
I'm working on a seokjin story next. And possibly a 'Like Crazy' Pt 2
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Bring The Fire; 3
Warnings: Obessive behaviour, mentions of blood, mutilation, dead bodies, rape, murder, and more.
Genres: Yandere, romance, soulmate!Au, Royal!Au, Isekai
Namjoon was furious. He was not the eldest son, nor the son to inherit the Empire next, but he was the son expected to control and look after his brothers– both younger and elder. This job was incredibly bothersome, especially considering none of his brothers seemed to listen to a word he said. A cow could take command better than his brothers. Yet he tried. He tried to keep them inline, to keep his brothers out of harm's way, or rather keep others out of others' way to minimise them causing harm.
His brothers, especially the youngest three, were impulsive. They acted with little thought, and no care for repercussions that would fall on their big brother. Namjoon often wondered if perhaps his brothers were disciplined more, or even just experienced the repercussions of their actions–instead of him– then maybe life would be a little easier. Namjoon didn’t believe he was perfect, by no means, but he was smart. He knew when to act, and how to avoid detection.
His brothers did not.
Honestly, he was beginning to think they wanted to be caught. He wouldn’t be surprised.
Their father wanted them married by the end of the year, which gave them six months. Namjoon wasn’t opposed to marriage. He just hadn’t met a woman he could deem adequate enough to want to dedicate his life to. He wanted someone intelligent, beautiful, and confident (but not too much), a woman he could bond with. Noble women could be educated, and usually they were, but it seemed to be surface knowledge. They didn’t read because they liked to, they didn’t like to look at art or even take walks through the gardens. They were boring. He didn’t want to be bored.
At dinner his father had announced a party will be held in three days, all his sons were expected to be there the entire night. There would be no excuses. They will meet the women, they will mingle and dance, and they will find a bride, sooner rather than later.
Seokjin hadn’t been there, much to everyone's surprise. They were quick to make an excuse, he was unwell and resting. It was clear their father didn’t believe a word out of their mouths, but said nothing. When dinner ended everyone left but Namjoon. Somehow, Seokjin’s absence was his fault. Namjoon, of course, knew nothing of his eldest brother's plans to not join them for their usual dinner. It was a once a week tradition, and although none of the princes enjoyed it, they all went to keep peace and appearances.
Namjoon was stressed. He was tired. He was angry.
His brothers walked all over him, after everything he did for them. They had no respect for him. Was it because he was the middle child? Not quite the eldest, but not the youngest. Just somewhere in the middle? He was sick of it. Seokjin was the eldest, and yet nothing was expected of him. The man couldn’t even get himself married– no, wouldn’t. He wouldn’t get married, not even to help his own brothers.
Why did he have to take the blame for every issue his brothers have caused? Tripped a maid down the stairs? Namjoon why didn’t you stop them? Got too rough with Jeongguk and cut his cheek in training? Well Namjoon should have been there to keep them in line. Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon.
Seokjin sat on the hallway floor, back against his door as he fiddled with his fingers. His plan had gone to shit. He had no intention of being so late. He was going to show up, you in arm, dressed in the most beautiful gown and announce his engagement to his family. He was supposed to bask in his mothers joyful praises and loll in the thankful songs of his brothers, who would forever be in his debt, while they all whined in jealousy. His father would applaud him for finding such a beautiful bride, pat his back and scold his brothers for being so difficult.
“Follow in your brother's footsteps!” he would say.
Instead, he was sitting on a freezing floor, thinking of how to get back into his room without damaging his doors. He really liked his doors.. His plan was to get food, surely you were hungry, and lure you out with the smell. His plan could have been perfect if he had taken into account that he had missed dining with his family, angering his father and ultimately, Namjoon. But he hadn’t thought of this, too wrapped up in getting you to open up the doors. Instead he very proudly had jumped off the floor and rushed off toward the kitchen to have a feast prepared for you. He knew he shouldn’t be rewarding this behaviour, but he was going to give you the benefit of the doubt, he assumed you were scared and how could he blame you for this? Being in the presence of a prince, and one as attractive as himself, must have been incredibly overwhelming to a commoner such as yourself.
He will just prove to you that he is as kind as he is handsome.
When Namjoon had first begun his rampage through the palace he had every intention of tearing his eldest brother's head from its shoulders and kicking it out the nearest window. Yoongi had mentioned that Seokjin had gone for a walk that afternoon, promising to be back for dinner. So the eldest had actively missed out on meeting the women lined up for them, and then purposely skipped dinner with their father, clearly more than happy with getting Namjoon in trouble. The more he learned, the more heated he began to feel.
Oddly enough, when arriving in the hallway that his brother's room resided in he found the eldest prince with his head to the door, speaking so softly he couldn’t hear a word he uttered– which was odd considering how loud the man usually was. Namjoon watched as the elder man pushed off the door, a determined look on his face as he ran off down the halls in the opposite direction. A few beats passed before his door creaked open, a head poking out. Hair covered the face, but it was clearly a woman. Namjoon wasn’t sure which emotion was currently winning, curiosity or anger. Did his brother really skip out, and cause him trouble, for a woman?
The door quickly shut again, the girl disappearing back into the room. Namjoon had decided he would approach the woman, find out who she is and confirm his suspicions. Anyone in the court knows not to involve themselves with the princes at certain hours of the week, so who did she think she was to ignore the rules? To get him chastised for an action that he didn’t even do?
Namjoon had advanced toward the room, reaching for the door but his actions fell short when the door yanked open and a much smaller body collided with his own.
Fire.
His body was on fire.
Namjoon quickly shoved the body away, jerking himself backward as he examined his body looking for something, anything that would indicate harm, but he found nothing. He looked up, finding the woman on the floor, staring up to him with wide eyes. Messy damp hair hung over most of her face, pretty pink lips parted slightly in shock. Neither said a word, only staring for a minute before the girl scrambled to her knees and bowed, head to the floor. You didn’t speak, no apologies, just head to the floor.
Why did this irritate him?
He wanted you to look at him again.
“Who are you?” He asked, finally seeming to find his voice again.
Seokjin couldn’t remember the last time he had gone to the kitchen. For a while the prince had actually been banned at some point of time and just never bothered to go back, not that he had ever really needed to, the maids could do it for him. Only Jeongguk enjoyed going down to the kitchens, snooping through the ingredients, picking at the food while being cooked and for a while, watching the maid he was so enraptured by. Admittedly, Seokjin had never understood his brother's obsession with the dirty girl, she was less than average, filthy and all bones. He remembers laughing and teasing his brother, loving how angry and defensive the younger one got.
But now he understood.
Upon his arrival Seokjin’s eyes instantly landed on the remaining two chefs. One stood by the doorway, carrying in freshly washed pots, and the other looked ready to shit his pants. At first, the prince didn’t understand the instant look of fear that hit the man's features, but the sight of the gruesome scar over his right eye made him light up.
“Chef Geum, it has been some time.”
The head chef, Ho Geum, was especially cautious of the royal family, especially the eldest two. The older sons, Seokjin and Yoongi were both excellent cooks, their nannies had taught them as children and young teens per their request. Their nanny had believed she was doing a good thing, encouraging a hobby, helping them with independence. Unfortunately this made the princes far more pedantic toward the meals they were served. One wrong flavour, a change to a recipe, and there would be hell. He had learnt this the hard way.
//flashback; three years//
The kitchen staffed six chefs, two for deserts and four for the other three meals a day. They were older men, sweaty and exhausted. They not only cooked for the royal family, but the other staff, and any guests that the palace seemed to constantly house. There was never a moment for breaks or rests. These four chefs often rotate shifts overnight, two on and two off, allowing a few hours breaks to rest before jumping back in for the breakfast routine.
Prince Seokjin had been 21 when the incident occurred. The current head chef, had been on his first week and unaware of all the rules in place. There were just so many, and it was hard to keep up with them all. His previous employers had no issue with his food experimentation, in fact they encouraged it. They were foodies after all, and would often brag to guests about their creative chef who prepared the greatest dishes in the whole of Korea. Eventually Emperor Munpyo caught wind of the rumours and demanded he had the chef for himself.
Who could turn down an offer like that?
He quickly learnt his creative dishes weren’t appreciated. The fifth night of his new job he found two of the princes in the kitchen entryway, the taller of the two with a friendly smile on his plump lips, while the shorter looked at him with an expression that mirrored someone staring at a bug on the wall.
The smile never left the taller prince's face, not when he cut off the chef's index fingers. Not when he pinned poor Geum to the large counter, giggling at the way he squirmed and begged to be let go. The shorter brother hadn’t smiled throughout most of the ordeal, keeping his lips slightly pursed as he watched his brother explain every single thing wrong with every dish that had been served that evening. Seokjin had demanded the chef keep his eyes on him, he should be respected. Unfortunately, because his focus was directed to only one of the princes, he failed to notice Yoongi standing by the furnace with a metal ladle resting over the heat. The metal had begun to melt before the prince was satisfied. He quickly pulled the ladle out, and stalked over to the cook who had finally caught on to the younger princes movement.
No amount of begging, or screaming, helped the man. In fact, the begging only seemed to fuel the excitement the prince felt, because for the first time in the hours they had been down in the kitchen, he grinned. It had made him sick. His smile had seemed so kind, almost childish. It was such a sweet smile to give to someone right before you disfigured them. Yoongi had stood over him, his face hanging above the chefs who could only sob a blubbered apology, begging him to stop before he had even started.
The pure excitement on Yoongi's face had haunted the chef’s dreams even to this day. The smile on his lips as the prince pressed the underside of the burning ladle into his eye. The laughter sounding in the emptied kitchen that moulded into his pained screams. Geum was probably lucky he hadn’t seen the look of pure glee on the scarred prince's face as he pushed the burning utensil harder, or the elated look he had as the skin melted on his face.
When Yoongi had finally pulled away, it took a bit of force to rip the ladle from the skin that had melted onto it. The chef was quickly let go, and the princes watched as he rolled over, dropping from the counter top to the floor with a grunt. His hands shakily cupping over the face wound, hands still bloody from the elder prince's punishment. It was probably for the best that the chef had been looking to the floor, sobbing, otherwise his good eye would have seen the way Yoongi had admired the skin burnt to the ladle.
He would have seen the prince pluck off a chunk of burnt flesh, and eat it.
//flashback end//
“Y-your Highness, it is an-an honour to see you again.” Geum stuttered out, bowing deeply.
The prince quickly waved the man off, walking further inside as he looked through the baskets of fresh vegetables. “I need you to cook a meal,” He told the man, turning to look back at him.
“Something romantic.” He added, nodding to himself. “I’ll need deserts as well, so wake up the rest of the staff.”
The two cooks looked between each other, raising a brow before looking back to the prince.
“My prince, was the dinner not up to satisfaction?” They inquired, the blinded chef looking to his companion in shock.
“I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there– do you have doubts about your work?” Seokjin grinned,
The two men quickly shook their heads, stuttering out incoherent sentences before the prince cut them off again, walking back toward the kitchen's exit.
“Have it in my room within the hour.”
You didn’t look up when he spoke, irking him further. His jaw clenched as you kept your head down, slightly shaking at the shoulders.
“Y/n.”
“Y/n, look at me when I speak to you.”
The words were familiar. Seokjin had said the exact same thing to you only hours earlier. Only this time you obeyed, his tone of voice didn’t feel as mischievous as Seokjin’s. And while yes, Seokjin had sounded playful, he still had an edge to his words, one that you were willing to ignore. This man held no mirth to his tone, there was a lingering anger to his words. You weren’t sure why, maybe he was angry at you for touching him? You weren’t aware of who he was, but by the fabric at his feet, and the attitude he spoke with, you were sure he was important. Was this the Emperor that Seokjin had wanted you to meet?
The air around him was suffocating. You wonder if he knew how stifling his presence was.
Ruffling of fabric filled your ears, making you peek up slightly. The man had squatted down to your level. You quickly tried to avert your gaze back to the floorboards but his hand shot out, grabbing your chin. He seemed to freeze when he touched you, fingers tensing on your skin making his nails dig into the flesh.
“I didn’t ask your name, I asked who are you?”
You frowned, is that not the same thing?
A soft grunt left your lips when he jerked your face upward to meet his gaze. He was handsome, even with the glare he was shooting your way. You weren’t sure how to answer his question, because who even were you here? You could imagine his reaction now if you told him: ‘I’m Y/n, and I’m not from here– wherever here is. I’m a homeless woman from what I can only presume is the future.’
Yeah, no. You would rather keep that information to yourself.
“I-I.. I don’t know.” You finally admitted, cheeks burning in embarrassment.
You barely knew where you were, you clearly weren’t home. You weren’t from here, from this time. That much you had gathered during your small meltdown in the room. You felt guilty when Seokjin tried to coax you out of the room, complaining about how late he was running. But the realisation of just how fucked of a situation you had gotten yourself into had dawned and you just wanted to hide. Which is exactly what you had done. Definitely not your finest hour, but how else is someone supposed to react?
You had been so relieved when the prince had told you he was leaving for a moment. It was a moment to escape. Once his footsteps had disappeared you had every intention of grabbing the clothes you had woken up in, and making a run for it. You had quickly changed back into the dirty, slightly damp silk nightgown, even putting the robe back on, deciding it was way too cold to leave it behind, and you were ready. You didn’t have any ideas of where to go exactly, but the feeling in your gut promised anywhere was better than here.
Clearly, your master escape plan didn’t go as you had hoped because the second you opened the door you almost broke your nose. The body clearly didn’t appreciate the unwanted contact, because within a split second you were on the floor. A new wave of fear had washed over you, terrified to do anything, so you had quickly moved into a bowing position.
The energy pulsing off this man was a true force. It shook you to the core. You feared speaking the wrong words, or even moving. You felt like a small animal, too scared to make a move, fearing the slightest movement of muscle would trigger an attack from the predator ahead.
Clearly your words hadn’t satisfied the man, how could it? You weren’t sure you would be convinced if some random woman claimed she didn’t know who she was either.
“Namjoon, what are you doing here?”
You froze at the icy tone. The man, who you could now only assume to be Namjoon, didn't budge. His gaze stayed on you, even if you were no longer looking at him. The floor seemed like the safest bet right now. You knew the other voice, it was the Prince who found you. He had spoken so much during the few hours you both had shared, that you could probably pick up on his voice from anywhere. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved for him returning, or annoyed. While you were glad that he was back, the only familiar thing you had so far in this place, you weren’t sure he could be of much help in this situation. You were convinced that the man before you was the Emperor. The way he spoke, the power he emitted.. There was nothing else he could be.
“I would appreciate it if you got your hands off my fiancé.” He spoke again, walking further into the room.
Seokjin wasn’t sure how he felt about the situation before him. While on one hand he was happy to see that the room was unlocked, allowing him to come back into you, he was bitter to find his brother's hands on you. He had barely been gone twenty minutes, he hadn’t expected any of his brothers to go to his room. Usually Namjoon would go off to his room to wallow in self pity before taking any anger out.
Either way, Namjoon had no right to be touching his woman.
“Fiancé?” He echoed, making no move away from you. If anything, his hand only tightened.
Huffing, Seokjin stomped forward. He grabbed the pale green collar of his brother's shirt and tugged him off you. The taller man hit the floor with a grunt.
“What the fuck Hyung!” He hissed, rubbing the back of his head.
Namjoon wasn’t sure why his chest had constricted at the news his brother had dropped. He wasn’t sure why his skin burned when he touched you, or why his lungs felt strangled when your eyes looked into his own. What he did know was that he didn’t like it. He didn’t like how he was feeling, and he didn’t like that his brother was claiming you.
“Who is she, Jin-Hyung?” Namjoon asked calmly, having pushed himself off the floor and brushed imaginary dust from his outfit.
Both brothers looked at you, still bowed to the floor.
“My future wife, was that not clear?” Jin asked dumbly.
Namjoon rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “What clan is she from?” He pushed. Seokjin was frustrating, as per usual, but Namjoon noticed he was slightly nervous at the question.
“She isn’t from here.” The elder shrugged, still avoiding answering directly. Moving around his little brother to crouch down beside you. His heart ached seeing you pressed to the floor, shaking in fear. But he couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach from seeing you in such a submissive state. Would you behave this way for him?
He rested a hand on your back, grinning when you didn’t flinch away. Even with the materials on your body, he could still feel the burning sensation as if he were pressing against your bare skin. Would the feeling intensify if you had been stripped bare?
“You never answered my questions.” Namjoon pressed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And you never answered mine, and you best watch your tone Namjoon.” Seokjin scolded, not bothering to look at his brother. Instead, he gently took your chin between his fingers, just as Namjoon had been doing only minutes before. Seokjin’s grip was feather light, almost as if he wasn’t even touching you.
“My love, are you okay?” He murmured when your eyes met his. “Did he hurt you?”
You shook your head, making him smile in relief before he stood up, pulling you along with him. Seokjin’s arm curled around your waist, forcing you into his side as he looked back at the man standing across from you. His eyes were glued to the arm around your hips making you squirm uncomfortably. The movement only seemed to make the man's grip tighten on you.
“Y/n, meet my little brother Namjoon, Namjoonie, meet my soon to be wife, Y/n.”
Wife.
The word made your stomach twist. He kept saying that, you didn’t know him, and he you. How did he expect you to marry him? He hadn’t even consulted you on the idea. What made him think you even wanted him? You wanted to leave. You wanted to find your way home.
But what if there wasn’t a way home…
Jeongguk was a heavy believer in the spiritual realm, and a romantic at heart. He believed in the after world, reincarnation, he believed in true love and soulmates, and that there was always fate there to guide him to where he needed to be. He had believed Jin-i to be his soulmate, but soon after her death, despite the immense sadness he felt, he knew she hadn’t been the one. Fate had been kind to him, showing him a glimpse of what he could feel, promising that it had only been the beginning of how love would feel. It had allowed him some practice before true love found him.
Jin-i could have been a problem. If she had lived, what would have happened when he found his soulmate? He had always swore to be a loyal husband, so an affair would have been out of the question. Of course, there was always the option of just completely removing Jin-i from the situation, but he wasn’t too sure if that would have sat right with him.
Thankfully, he didn’t have these stresses anymore. He would be alert, ready to find the woman he was destined for, and all the while, better himself for her. Although, he wasn’t sure what more he could improve on.
Well, maybe he was.
Despite being 25, Jeongguk hadn’t been very experienced with women. He had dozens of them ready for him at any given moment, women that would do anything he desired and more. They had been used before, but not to the same extent his brothers had used them. Jeongguk had only used the women when his hand would no longer work, and even then he would only let them suck him off. He wanted he and his soulmate to experience sex together, for the first time, to be each others firsts. That plan very quickly went out the door.
He had been devastated to realise Jin-i wasn’t his soulmate. His promise to himself, to remain a virgin, had been ruined. After Jin-i’s husband's unfortunate death, Jeongguk, admittedly had little self control at the moment. He had slit her throat, and as she bled to death, he fucked her. A poor, and messy choice on his behalf. But the sight had been so exciting. The blood that covered her face and body, getting all over him as well was a feeling he wished to someday replicate. She had choked out incoherent words, clawing at any bare skin her nails could find with leaky eyes.
She had never looked prettier.
He had been devastated at first, guilt eating away at him. He was saving himself for his soulmate, and he was soiled. Jin-i had ruined him.
Would she be disappointed in him? He wouldn’t be able to blame her.
It had admittedly taken the prince a while to realise Jin-i wasn’t his fated one, and in his distraught state, he had.. Let himself go a little. The concubines had dropped in numbers, quitting or going missing after the youngest prince got his hands on them. He was too rough, too demanding, too unstable. Most women left bloody and bruised after their hours with him, weeping and begging the Emperor to release them of their duties.
Jeongguk had felt something in his chest. It ached, and pulled. It had felt that way since morning, and he had tried his best to ignore it. He was on his best behaviour. But the light tingle in his chest had turned into full fledged throbbing, it was like something was trying to tear its way out of his ribs. Nothing was easing the pain. So he had decided to let the pain lead the way. Whatever it was, the closer it got, the more the pain eased, the further he got the more it hurt.
He probably looked crazy, running around the halls with a hand to his chest, bursting in and out of different rooms. But he didn’t care, all he could focus on was the pang, pang, pang in his chest. The familiar hall that roomed Seokjin and Yoongi came into view, and the ache began to ease more. Jeongguk stumbled slightly, hand to the wall as he moved further down, passing Yoongi’s quiet room first, but the ache remained.
“You can’t be serious about this.” Namjoon’s voice echoed, catching the younger's attention.
“We’re in love, Joonie. Is this not what you all wanted?” Seokjin scoffed, his tone of voice lower than usual. He was pissed.
Jeongguk kept voice, his brother's voices getting cleared and the ache nearly disappearing. Fate was leading him somewhere, he was sure of it.
Seokjin’s door was wide open, Namjoon standing closer to the doorway with a ridged back. The eldest brother stood slightly to the side, one arm on his hip and the other seemed to be wrapping around something–or someone. The youngest prince stood just outside the door, head peeking around the corner of the door only just out of sight. The ache was gone, back to an itch. Whatever fate wanted him to find, it was in there.
“You just met her, how could you love her?” Namjoon groaned, head dropping into his palm. His larger body was blocking off whoever stood beside their elder brother, irking the youngest prince. He was curious.
“Oh what do you know, Namjoon?” Seokjin sneered, pulling away from the body beside him to step closer toward his brother. “Just because you’re so unloved, everyone else has to be too?”
Namjoon’s shoulders shuddered as he sighed, shaking his head. But he said nothing, letting Seokjin step closer, jabbing a finger into his chest. “She will be my wife, it is destiny.” The elder nearly whispered, the words only just ghosting Jeongguk’s ears.
Jeongguk was weighing his options, unsure if he should make his presence known. But it didn’t seem he had to. Seokjin seemed to have spotted him over Namjoon’s shoulder, raising a brow to the younger brother. In shame the youngest brother shuffled into the doorway, head hanging too embarrassed to make eye contact.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled pitifully.
Namjoon raised a brow, looking between the youngest and the eldest. “How long have you been listening?” He asked.
He shrugged. “Not that long.”
Seokjin eyed up the younger boy, purposely shielding you away from him. The young boy looked erratic. Sweat beading on his forehead, a red flush on his neck and cheeks, and his body shaking. Some would think he looked ill.
“Why are you here, Jeongguk?” Jin asked.
The younger boy frowned, itching at his neck. Why was here? He had only been following where fate had demanded, he hadn't thought he would find himself here. He himself was beyond confused.
“I’m not sure hyung,” He paused, thinning his lips in thought. “I just thought something of mine was here.”
It was a weak explanation, but it was true. The elder man grinned, stepping closer toward his brother gently patting his hair.
“What could you have possibly thought could belong to you here?” The tone was almost condescending. This bothered the younger prince, but he simply shrugged. He had nothing to answer with. He knew he had nothing in this wing of the palace, let alone his eldest brother’s room.
Namjoon seemed just as bothered by the eldest boy's tone, shoving the man slightly. He seemed unprepared for the force given, stumbling over and revealing you, wide eyed at the entire situation unfolding. The moment Jeongguk’s eyes fell to yours, the ache returned tenfold. He almost doubled over in pain, his hand shooting up to his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his dark shirt.
“Her.”
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A/N; two more brothers thrown into the mix!! Poor Jeongguk just wants love 🥹 and namjoon isnt sure what he wants. Pls let me know your thoughts bbies! thank you for reading :))))
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HIS - KNJ x F!reader: 2 Clean
💗Pairings idol!NamjoonxReader
💗 Genres idol!AU, Smut, Angst, Romance, Enemies to lovers
💗 Rating 18+ minors DNI
💗 Summary Four years have passed since the last time you saw Kim Namjoon. But now he was right in front of you, with the same stupid warm smile that made your good judgment (and underwear) disappear without a trace. You haven't seen him for four years. But now here you were working for BTS again. Having to see his insufferably attractive face every day of your life again.
But there's something Namjoon doesn't know. The little girl with almond eyes and dimples in her smile clinging to his ex-girlfriend's hip, not only looked too much like him. But she was… His.
💗 Warnings for the chapter: reader has very conflictive emotions about the news of her pregnancy at the begining. This chapter will have some back and forth time skips, miscommunications, pinning, SO MUCH PINNING, Hurt/comfort.
💗 A/N: ⚠️ dialogue in BOLD is intended to be in English if not, they are speaking in Korean. ⚠️
Love, Ria
💗 Chapter wordcount 4,8k
💗 Series index: 1 2
“The drought was the very worst, ah-ah. When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months and months of back and forth, ah-ah, ah-ah. You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore” -Taylor Swift
💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗
Your daughter, Hana.
Amid the rapid-fire questions echoing in Namjoon's head, his pulse raced as you introduced the unexpected star of the show—
Who had just barged into the already tense conference room.
Like a small– But charming tornado.
"Everyone, this is my daughter, Hana. Baby, say hi; they will work with mommy." You said sitting her on your lap.
"Hello, I’m Hana. I’m Three years old.” Hana greeted, her innocence oozing charm.
She spoke korean.
That made Namjoon smile.
Cute.
"Baby Hana, do you know who we are?" Jimin asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
She nodded. Did she?
"You are Jimin, Jk, V, Jin, J-Hope, Suga, and… Rap Monster?” Hana’s innocent attempt earned laughter from everyone.
Everyone but Namjoon.
He halted what he was doing, a sudden realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.
She was three years old.
And she looked like him.
Too much like him.
“She’s so polite!” Jimin exclaimed.
“That’s so cute!” chimed in V.
“Are you an army, baby Hana?” Jin inquired, curious.
“No,” Hana replied. “I like Seventeen more.” Jin's shocked expression made everyone burst with laughter.
“Oh! But we’re cooler than them!” Jin tried to protest.
“I’m sorry; she has her interests, and right now, she’s obsessed with Wonwoo from Seventeen.” you tried to explain. But Seokjin was already about to get into a fight with a three year old to prove that, In fact, BTS were much cooler.
Not that Namjoon had a problem with Seventeen.
But he considered himself objectively cooler than them.
He stopped mid thought. Why the hell is he caring so much of what a toddler thought?
"Hana! Here you are!" A tall man with glasses emerged, breaking the charm of the moment. "We apologize for the interruption. Our Hana tends to run too fast. I am Eric Lee, Stardom’s chief financial operator and Y/N’s husband," he added, the unnecessary detail sending a ripple through the room.
The oblivious members resumed their excitement, but Namjoon felt like a computer crashing and about to explode. The mathematical calculations in his head were on the brink of causing a stroke.
If Namjoon's eyes could kill, Eric would be a bloody stain on the floor. Jealousy surged within him, a feeling he knew he didn't deserve.
But your daughter, she was three.
That meant you met this person around the same time you broke up.
You surely moved fast.
The Eric guy apologized again and took Hana from your arms to take her outside. She smiled at everyone and waved goodbye.
Her dimpled smile made Namjoon’s heart do a somersault.
The meeting continued as if background noise, but Namjoon's focus shifted to you, studying your face. That girl, she looked too much like him and nothing like this whoever-I-don’t-care guy.
It couldn't be possible.
He admitted he hurt you. But you would never do that to him.
Right?
If that girl was his.
You would have told him.
But he looked too much like him.
And he needed to talk to you.
💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2017💗💗💗
The conference room hummed with tension.
As the team gathered for a crucial meeting on the North American leg of their Wings Tour. Namjoon, the usually composed leader, wore a furrowed brow and an air of defiance. The discussion centered around their press schedules.
Namjoon's frustration boiled over as he voiced his stance, "I won't be a clown for them. We're artists. I won't subject the group to this circus. Where the only thing they ask us if we had ever eaten a hamburger"
You, seated across the table, shot him an incredulous look.
"Namjoon, we can't afford to cut the press schedules. If we want BTS to break into the mainstream music market, we need exposure. Press appearances are non-negotiable."
He scoffed, "Exposure won't matter if they don't take us seriously. I won't compromise our art for popularity."
The heated exchange drew the attention of the other members and the managers.
This was the third time this week.
And the main managers were starting to think if you were worht all this tenssion.
But you did get them an appearance on the three main late night shows in the US for their tour promotion.
So you two had to learn to get along.
The room crackled as you shot back, "This is not about compromising your art, Namjoon. It's about strategic promotion. We need the media to understand and appreciate you, all of you."
Namjoon's eyes flashed with anger, and just as the confrontation seemed to reach its peak, J-Hope intervened.
"I think it's enough. This is about the success of the group. We'll do what it takes to keep BTS in the public eye, and that includes press appearances."
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of the decision sinking in.
Yoongi, who had remained quiet, finally spoke up. "I get where Namjoon is coming from, but we have to adapt to the market. If this is what it takes, then we'll do it. And Namjoon, you have Y/N's support. She won't let us down."
You nodded, your frustration simmering beneath the surface. The resolution hung in the air as the team grudgingly agreed to move forward with the press schedules.
The future of BTS in the North American market now rests on the delicate balance between you and him.
And none of you would give the other the satisfaction of a win.
After the intense meeting, you needed a moment to decompress. So you headed to the lounge to join the stylist crew for lunch.
The atmosphere was more relaxed here, a welcome change from the tension in the conference room. The aroma of delicious foods filled the air as you settled at the table with your colleagues.
As you unwrapped your lunch, the stylist crew delved into a gossip session.
“Y/N-ssi, Do You know Ha-young? She’s from the makeup team” You nodded. “She just confessed to PD-nim that she caught one-sided feelings with one of the members” the younger stylist said leaning closer to you “Bad girl. She should have known better”
“My money is on Jimin” one of them said and the others giggled. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for the girl who had just lost her job.
Their director was unforgiving.
Just like they have told you on your first day here. Having any type of personal relationship with any of the members was the cardinal sin.
Poor Ha-young, was going to be blacklisted from the industry, a harsh punishment for what was deemed reckless and unprofessional behavior.
Listening to the gossip, you couldn't help but shake your head.
The idea of jeopardizing your career for a simple crush seemed both reckless and foolish.
As the chatter continued, you found yourself silently reaffirming your commitment to keeping personal and professional boundaries intact.
That will never be you.
💗💗💗NOVEMBER 2019💗💗💗
“I am really sorry, doll,”
Yoongi murmured, his eyes filled with genuine concern.
“I don’t understand anything that’s happening,” you admitted, the weight of the situation heavy on your shoulders. You patted Hana’s back as she slept peacefully unaware of the deep wound on her mother’s heart.
One that you would have to mend.
To have the strength to raise a child…
By yourself.
“You know it takes time for him to wrap his head around things. He’ll know better, give him time,” Yoongi offered, his voice reflecting a hint of confusion and frustration with Namjoon's actions.
“I wish I had that luxury, Yoongi. But she’s here. She’s alive, she needs things. I can’t just go and say that I need time. She needs a parent… Both of us.” Yoongi sighed, understanding the gravity of the situation.
“I considered it, you know? Not Having her” your heart sank confessing this for the first time outloud “But, I guess I was selfish, and I resent myself for it. The selfish side of me wanted to at least have this. But she’s so much more than just us. She’s so special.”
“I can see that,” he replied, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“You hate babies, Min,” you teased, trying to lighten the mood.
“This one’s alright. She’s a part of you too. And that makes her special.”
“I’m scared,” you confessed, vulnerability seeping into your words.
“I know, doll,” Yoongi reassured, his tone softening.
“I don’t know if I can be a good mom to her. I can’t do this alone.”
“First of all, you are not alone. Second of all, you are the most capable, hardworking, and kind person I’ve met. It’s going to be fucking hard? Yes, I’ll not sugarcoat it. But you got this.”
“I want to punch him in the face so much.” You felt the first tears start to fall from your eyes.
“I know, doll. Me too,” Yoongi admitted, the unspoken understanding between you two creating a bond of shared frustration and support.
Yoongi placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his gaze filled with both empathy and frustration. "Look, Y/N, I know Namjoon, and this is so unlike him. We've been through everything together for more than ten years, and he's not the type to turn away from responsibilities. There has to be something else going on."
Your eyes filled up with tears again, a mixture of sadness and anger. "I just don't understand why he sent his mother, with an envelope full of money instead of facing us himself. It feels like he's treating us like a burden."
Yoongi's expression hardened, a rare sight for someone known for his calm demeanor. "He messed up big time, and he needs to face the consequences. You and Hana deserve better."
"I thought he loved me. I thought we meant something to each other," you confessed, your voice cracking.
"He does, Y/N. I can't explain his actions, but I've never seen him act this way. Whatever it is, he needs to sort it out. Meanwhile, you focus on being the amazing mother I know you can be."
Tears spilled down your cheeks, and Yoongi pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm here for you, Y/N. We all are. BTS isn't just about the stage; we're a family and both of you are a part of it. Families stick together, no matter what."
As you let out a shaky breath, a mixture of gratitude and sadness, you whispered, "Thank you, Yoongi."
"Anytime, doll. You’ve got this," he reassured, his words carrying a promise of solidarity and support. The hotel room, once filled with the weight of uncertainty, now held a glimmer of hope amid the storm of emotions.
You’ve got this.
You had to.
💗💗💗MARCH 2017💗💗💗
They just got nominated to an international award.
Everyone else was celebrating their milestone.
But Namjoon just couldn't enjoy it as much as he wanted to.
He was happy.
For the first time in his life he felt like they were finally receiving the praise they deserved for their art and their hard work.
But the weight of their public persona and the fine lines they could never cross as idols in Korea, was growing heavier by day. And the endless possibilities of major exposure scared the fuck out of him.
They were on their six date of the tour when he felt like he was going to die.
The air backstage in Newark was thick with the aftermath of Namjoon's exhaustion-fueled breakdown.
You found him leaning against a wall, a cigarette between his fingers. He couldn’t hide the trembling of his hands.
"That's an awful habit you have right there," you commented, eyeing the smoke.
"I can say the same to you," he retorted, nodding at the Coca-Cola can in your hand. "What can I say, everyone picks their own poison." you smiled at him honestly. For the first time.
Surprisingly, it led to the first civil conversation between you two.
You leaned against the wall beside him, sipping your cola, the fizz providing a rhythmic contrast to the quiet.
He broke the silence, "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm just a puppet, dancing to whatever tune the media plays."
"It’s okay to feel tired sometimes, you know?" you offered.
"I do, but being their leader and their spokesperson. I can’t afford to be nervous or too tired," Namjoon admitted. "I speak for myself in these interviews. It is a huge weight on my shoulders to speak for everyone. Sometimes they might not agree with what I’m saying."
"Yeah, I reckon Panda Express being your favorite restaurant in America is a pretty controversial opinion," you teased, earning a hearty laugh from him.
"Do you think they are going to ever take us seriously?" he asked with a laugh and a touch of desperation.
"They better do. You guys will own this industry one day."
He shot you a grateful smile, and for a moment, the weight on his shoulders seemed to ease.
"That is a pretty controversial opinion. I am a 'what’s your favorite American food' away from literally losing it," he confessed.
"You know," you began, changing the topic with a playful grin, "I think your controversial opinions are what make you more human to your fans. They love you for being real."
Namjoon chuckled, the tension dissipating. "Maybe I should start a blog—'Kim Namjoon's Unfiltered Thoughts.'"
"You might break the internet with that," you joked, enjoying the rare camaraderie.
As the conversation lightened, you both shared a laugh, finding solace in this unexpected connection. The backstage chaos seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of understanding.
"You'll do fine. You always do," you reassured him.
"Thank you."
As a friendly gesture, you pulled a small disinfectant from your pocket.
"Manager Sejin was looking for you; you better use this before he finds you. You don't want him scolding you for the smell." you said before turning away to head back inside.
Namjoon chuckled, taking the disinfectant. "Thanks, Y/N. For being here."
"Anytime, Joon," you replied, the use of the nickname a testament to the newfound camaraderie
He smiled, and the scent of the disinfectant mixed with your fragrance, like flowers in the air.
As Namjoon walked away, disappearing into the backstage hustle, he took a moment to collect his thoughts.
"Y/N!" A familiar voice called out, it was Sejin, the ever-watchful manager, threading through the maze of crew members and equipment.
You approached him, noting the stern expression on his face. "Mr. Sejin, you were looking for Namjoon?"
He nodded, "Yes, he needs to wrap up the interviews and rest. The schedule is tight, and we can't afford any delays."
You couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness toward Namjoon. "He's doing his best, Sejin. But he's human, not a machine."
Namjoon was about to walk to where you were but that coment made him freeze on his feet.
Sejin sighed, his stern expression softening. "I know, Y/N. I just worry about them all. The pressure is immense."
"It is, but moments like these," you gestured to the chaotic backstage, "it is good remind them that they're not alone."
He offered a small smile, appreciating the sentiment. "You're right. Well, let's make sure Namjoon gets some rest."
As you both navigated the backstage maze, you didn’t know he listened to the conversation. And he couldn't shake off the unexpected warmth that had emerged from the brief encounter with you.
The chaotic world of stardom was vast, but in that moment, a connection had formed—one that hinted at the resilience and humanity behind the larger-than-life personas.
Maybe you weren’t that bad.
💗💗💗AUGUST 2020💗💗💗
You had gone to a therapist when Hana was one.
The therapist's office had become a sanctuary for you, you needed guidance on the hard task of being a single mother to Hana.
She was going to ask the inevitable questions about her father one day. And you needed to know what to say. But no amount of therapy could have prepared yourself for this day.
Hana was smart, too smart for her age.
And when you came back from a playdate at her friends house.
She wanted answers to her questions.
"Why don't I have a daddy?"
You two were back in her room getting ready to sleep and you knew that question was coming.
You took a deep breath as you sat next to her, trying to find the right words. "All families are different, baby. Some have a mommy and a daddy. Some have two mommies or two daddies. Some, like ours, have a mommy and all your uncles and aunts. Isn't that fun?"
"It is fun," she replied, but the dissatisfaction lingered in her eyes. She had more questions, and you knew your initial answer wasn't enough.
And now she discovered kpop.
And she was obsessed with it.
You felt like throwing up everytime you saw him on your screen.
The bitter reminder that she deserved to know the truth. However, you weren't ready to shatter the illusion just yet. Telling anyone that her father was the leader of the biggest music group in history seemed unbelievable.
You knew how crazy you will sound.
Even your therapist had a hard time believing your story the first time you went to her.
But, your daughter was the living image of her father.
And you had shown her your old Big Hit contract for her to finally believe you.
"So I don’t have a dad?" Hana's expectant eyes pleaded for an honest answer.
"You do have one. He is living his dream, making millions of people happy," you stammered, your hands trembling as you combed her hair. Even though Hana was still a child, she sensed the discomfort and wisely chose not to press the topic any further—for today.
Later that night, as if the universe mocked you, he appeared on your TV screen. "I want to be a dad," he confessed to the interviewer, his smile was radiant as always. It felt like a punch to your stomach, the wine glass slipping from your hand and staining the new rug.
Fuck him.
He was a dad. He just chose not to be one.
The fandom even had the joke that he had a hidden wife and kids.
You entertained thoughts of shattering his public image, creating rumors that could strip away the disarming smile he flaunted. But the truth was, you could never inflict that pain on your daughter.
As the wine stain marred your rug, you vowed to shield Hana from the harsh realities as long as you could. But beneath your composed exterior, a storm of emotions raged.
Just for a little longer.
She will soon be old enough to understand.
But you didn't look forward breaking her heart with the news that her father didn't want her in his life.
💗💗💗FEBRUARY 2018💗💗💗
Everyone was tense.
The word disbandment floated heavily on the air.
After this morning’s team meeting things were pretty rough.
They were tired.
They felt like nothing was working in their favor.
Some of the members wanted a break.
Some of them wanted to keep going.
He had to remain unbiased.
You knew how unfair it was.
For him and for all of them.
Message from NJ:
meet me upstairs.
studio.
You knew what that meant.
He wanted to fuck the frustration away.
And you would be lying if you said you didn’t want to.
This was the riskiest thing you've ever done yet. You knew how dangerous it was for you especially. You were breaking your own rule and you were being careless.
You knew perfectly well what were the consecuences of what you were doing.
But you couldn’t get to care enough to stop you from hurriedly hitting the lock combination of his Studio.
His tired eyes greeted you. And a second later you were pinned to the wall behind you, hands everywhere and not enough at the same time.
And you wanted to ignore how much it hurt you that you were just this to him.
A relief.
“I missed this” he whispered against your lips. His tounge tasting your lower lips. Wanting to savour everything before devouring it all at once.
You missed it too.
But you were too stubborn to say it outloud.
And he was too, trying to pretend that he missed this whatever you had going on.
Instead of just you.
As always it started like a fight for dominance. His kisses carrying a hunger that transcended mere physical release. The urgency in his touch revealed a deeper need, one he was too stubborn to acknowledge.
Namjoon steps between your thighs and you can feel how much he needed this. His body is warm against yours as he lowers his lips to kiss down the column of your neck.
"You smell so good" you feel the soft breeze of his breath against your skin. And before you could reciprocate his words you felt the sharp pain of his teeth biting the same spot of your skin he just kissed a second ago.
"Namjoon-" a small whisper leaves your lips and a wave of conflicted feelings wash over his body.
He wanted to drown the world around you.
Where only the two of you existed.
And that scared him.
How much he really needed you.
He lifted you, his grip momentarily loosing his balance, and both of you erupted into laughter as you tumbled onto the sofa. "I'm so sorry," he said, his eyes holding a vulnerability that surpassed the laughter. "I'm just... I'm so tired."
His heart was breaking.
With a gentle smile, you cupped his cheek, your thumb wiping away his tears. "It’s okay, Joonie. Everything is going to be okay."
Your words rendered him defenseless. He was so tired of pretending he didn’t feel safe in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you and you could feel his body trembling with sobs.
He called you to fuck his frustration out of his system.
Just like you’ve been doing for a few months now.
But now on his studio floor he had a realization he wasn’t ready to confess just yet.
Everything else he had been saying to himself about you was a lie.
How he didn’t care; that you were just a passing crush. That he was too tired and too frustrated and that you both enjoyed each other’s company. That you were only good sex to him.
All of that was a lie.
As he kept crying and hugging you on his studio floor.
Both of you came to the same conclusion silently.
This wasn’t just sex; friends-with-benefits secret thing you had going on.
It was something much more complicated.
Something that could potentially destroy you.
The two of you stayed in silence on the floor, still wrapped on each other's arms.
That was the moment Namjoon realized.
He called you for sex.
But he just needed you.
💗💗💗MARCH 2021💗💗💗
A Battleground.
The room felt like it had become a battleground of emotions, the air thick with tension as memories and unspoken words lingered between you and Namjoon.
Right after the briefing ended he had dragged you into a conference room. It had been a week since you had met again and they were preparing to go back to Korea.
He was a sound man now. Not the youg man almost teenager that would have rushed into conclusions. First he needed to make his own research.
Have a few conversations with people.
Because he would never outlive the embarrasment if he was wrong.
But, all Namjoon could find was that Hana was your daughter and not your husband's.
And now you were alone for the first time in Three years, the silence was deafening, the unspoken history between you threatening to consume the room.
In the past, when you were alone with him, confessions of love had been whispered like forbidden promises against your lips in a conference room.
Just like the one you were in.
Today, his gaze was intense, his movements calculated, as if he were dissecting the reality before him. The little girl playing outside in your office seemed like a mirage, a cruel joke that fate had played on both of you.
Namjoon's stare bore into you, and the atmosphere crackled with the spark of four years of unsaid words. Finally, the tension shattered like glass as he spat out,
"Is she mine?"
His voice, sharp and accusatory, slashed through the heavy air.
A small, bitter part of you considered lying, but the futility of it hung in the air.
He knew, yet he chose to ignore it.
"Yes, Namjoon, she's your daughter," your voice strained, attempting to retain a semblance of control. "Her name is Hana Lee."
Two heartbeats passed, revealing a Namjoon you no longer recognized.
The man before you had become a diplomat, his mind working to carefully choose his words, concealing emotions you once knew he wore on his sleeve.
He was deflecting, you knew what he was doing.
You trained him to do that, long ago when you worked with them.
He was controlling his real emotions and speaking like at a press conference.
Another heartbeat passed and a spark of genuine emotion broke through when the reality of his daughter's existence sank in.
"Lee?"
His voice began to fill with an anger simmering beneath the surface, like molten lava fighting its way to the top of a volcano. "My husband’s last name," you retorted, your tone flat, a facade of control slipping away.
"You gave another man's last name to my daughter" his eyes darkened in disbelief and you couldn't help but chuckle at his nonsense.
If he was going to be this cruel.
You could play the game just as well.
You both were used to tearing each other into pieces anyway.
"You weren't there to give her yours, so." your voice sounded even more cynical than you expected to.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Namjoon's jaw clenched, frustration etched across his features.
A bitter chuckle escaped your lips. “Did you expect a wedding invite?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “I meant… the fact that I have a daughter.” he growled the last sentence through his teeth.
So much for calm and collected.
"Oh, but I tried," you shot back, frustration bubbling over. "Got on a plane for sixteen hours with a baby on my lap. Only to be warmly welcomed by your mother and Sejin with an envelope full of money and the threat to take her from me. What was I supposed to do?"
Namjoon's eyes narrowed in disbelief. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"You don't remember. Let me refresh your memory, shall we?" Bitterness laced your words. "You sent your mother and your manager to tell me that having an unplanned child out of wedlock would have 'destroyed you and Bangtan,' that you were so very sorry and told me to disappear"
He was about to speak but you didn't let him. All the things you have wanted to say for four years started to flow out of you like a dam that had just broken.
And the water would destroy everything on its way.
Starting with the both of you.
"They said you didn't want anything to do with us. And that if I ever came back, they would take Hana away from me. That I was just a minor mistake, an experience you just needed to have'' Anger surged within you. "Riding the horse isn't what you call it, right? And that my daughter was just the consequence of my own carelessness. That I should have known better."
You didn't know when you started to shout and now you couldn't stop. You wanted him to hurt as much as you were. "You told them to tell me all that. Because you didn't have the balls to say it right to my face"
"Or maybe you just didn't give a fuck."
Namjoon's features shifted from confusion to a hint of regret. "“That didn’t… I didn’t... I would never have done that."
“You didn't do what?” You turned away, unable to look at him. "You can't just waltz in here and pretend like you didn’t know," you said, your voice cracking with rage. "You missed everything, Namjoon. She's so smart and kind. Even when she feels like there's a missing part from her"
“Y/n” his voice was barely a whisper as his finger touched your wrist, sending electric shockwaves through your body. “I was waiting for you, but you never came.”
“Bullshit.”
“I don’t understand what game you’re playing right now Kim Namjoon, but I’ll tell you something. It's over. I will not let you make fun of us anymore.” Your throat tightened, tears threatening to spill. “You left me a letter, remember? and the text message after that. 'I hope you understand,” you said, mocking his voice.
Your laughter was bitter, filled with the pain of betrayal. "You sent me away, Namjoon. I couldn't just come back after that."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I waited for you at the hotel. I called you so many times that day." he said, desperation lacing his voice. "I waited for hours and you never came. Do you really believe that I wouldn't have taken responsibility for my daughter? That I would send her away?" He was shouting now too.
And he was close, too close to you now. You could bear his presence from a distance.
But not this close.
This close to him you couldn't pretend that your heart wasn't breaking for him.
That you didn't miss his eyes.
"I don't know, Namjoon. When you have a child, a life to protect. You would do anything to keep them safe. From anyone and everything. Not that you would know any of that" The words slipped from you before you realized how low of a blow was that. But you couldn't find yourself regretting it.
"Because we both know what you would choose if it came between the group or us." You stopped and smiled at him bitterly "And I understand, Namjoon. I truly do. You were finally living the dream you sacrificed everything for. I don't blame you anymore for it."
"I understand" your voice cracked filled with sadness.
And you truly did.
You knew how much he sacrificed.
He fought for his success with teeth and nails.
They all did.
And you knew how unfair it would have been to ask for him to drop everything for you and your daughter.
You understood him.
And that was the worst of it.
In a heartbeat anger left his body, and he was filled with the weight of a shared past. Everything was too much, this was too much and again his mask fell just for you.
He lifted his hand to grab your wrist, the small contact of his skin with yours felt like fire runnig trough your veins.
"I loved you, and I always have," he confessed.
The room hung in tumultuous silence, the weight of past wounds and the rawness of the present colliding in a clash of emotions.
You were about to respond when a small knock echoed through the room.
The knock on the door startled both of you, a temporary interruption to the emotional storm that raged in the room. Your eyes never left Namjoon's, the intensity of the unspoken words lingering between you like a heavy fog.
Namjoon stepped back, breaking the physical connection between you. He cleared his throat, the diplomat persona returning, but the vulnerability in his eyes betrayed the turmoil within. "We're not done," he said, a mixture of command and plea in his voice.
As the door creaked open, your eyes darted to see a petite figure standing there, a shadow in the doorway. Hana's eyes mirrored yours, wide and uncertain as she looked between the two adults. The air thickened with tension, the past colliding with the present in a collision of conflicting emotions.
"Mommy?" Hana's innocent voice cut through the charged atmosphere. Her gaze shifted from you to Namjoon, her curiosity evident "Mr. Rapmonster. why are you here?". You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.
Namjoon's eyes softened as he looked at Hana, and for a moment, the hardened exterior cracked. "I'm... a friend of your mommy's," he said, his words carefully chosen.
"A friend?" Hana repeated in Korean, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. She might be young, but she wasn't oblivious to the undercurrents in the room.
She was smart. Even for her age, and she was quick to understand the things that were in front of her.
Just like him.
You knelt down beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Yes, sweetheart, just a friend, and we were talking" you assured her, shooting a pointed glance at Namjoon. The distance between you felt like an unbridgeable chasm.
Namjoon, sensing the tension, attempted a reassuring smile, but it looked strained. "I heard you like drawing. Do you draw a lot?" he asked, trying to engage Hana in a conversation that felt more awkward than casual.
Hana nodded, her gaze never leaving Namjoon. "I like drawing flowers," she replied, the tension in the room momentarily diffusing as she shared a piece of her world.
Namjoon crouched down to her eye level, a genuine smile softening his features. "Flowers are beautiful. Maybe you can show me your drawings sometime?" he suggested.
Hana's eyes flickered between you and Namjoon, processing the complex dynamics in the room. "Okay, but only if Mommy says it's okay," she declared, a hint of protectiveness in her voice.
Namjoon glanced at you, seeking approval. You nodded slightly, acknowledging the silent agreement. Hana's presence had inadvertently shifted the focus, giving you a momentary reprieve from the emotional confrontation.
As Namjoon and Hana engaged in a tentative conversation about art and colors, you retreated to the periphery, watching the scene unfold.
The wounds of the past were still raw, the emotions tangled, but for Hana's sake, you found a fragile truce with the man who once held your heart.
The journey from enemies to reluctant allies had just begun, and the path ahead was uncertain, shrouded in the complexities of a shared history that demanded resolution.
"Y/N, we need to talk" Hyung-Joon reappeared at the door, his voice filled with urgency and you nodded.
You knew this shouting match with Namjoon would bring consequences.
And you felt for a second that you just stepped into the past.
"When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe"
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Well hello there!
First of all I am so, SO grateful for all the love this story is getting. It really means the world to me. Sincerely Thank you.
With that beign said I want to leave a few notes for context and clarification.
1. This is a work of fiction, even if it is inspired by real events and real people. I will take creative licenses to make the storyline make sense. So, some things will be different as it happened IRL.
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Well hello!
First of all, THANK YOU. I am so happy to see all the love this story is getting and it means the world to me. Every comment, like and repost I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.
And now, some notes for context:
This story is inspired on real events and people. But it is not a real representation or is trying to say that any of this happened IRL. With that beign said I'll take some creative licenses and adapt things that happened to the plot of the story.
2. I fucked up.... math is not my thing guys. Hana is three years old not four. Im sorry.
3. We all want a supportive friend like Yoongi in our lives.
4. The story is written in time skips, but the main storyline is March 2021 'The present'
I'm really exited for you guys to see what's next!!
Love,
Ria.
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Chocolate Wings: KNJ💋
A/N: a WP RKive lol
Tags: NamjoonxReader, AMBW, established relationship,oral (female receiving), teasing, edging😌✨
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It was a Sunday afternoon.
There had been a break in the streak of crumby weather that plagued the city and the sun finally decided to grace the world with its presence. Everyone and their mother was out and about enjoying the sunshine and clear skies despite the low temperature.
Everyone including Namjoon.
Out with his boys, playing basketball or doing whatever it was that men did when they got together.
You didn't care.
All you cared about at that moment was the aching need you felt for your boyfriend deep down in lady land. He's already been super busy with work and you with school, both of your schedules never seeming to align. And the one day you both were free, he decided to take his happy ass outside to be with his friends.
The nerve of him.
You were sitting on your shared bed, hair half wrapped in a scarf, pushed up on the top of your head in a curly poof that tickled your forehead and neck. You wore an over-sized sweatshirt that smelled of your boyfriend's scent, and extra-long tube socks that reached just above your knees.
You took extra time that morning buffing and exfoliating your skin, shaving everything that mattered and moisturizing completely in preparation for a day of cuddling and canoodling with your man.
But when you emerged from the steam-filled bathroom some hours ago, your heart sank at the sight of Namjoon shrugging on his olive green coat and bending down to lace up his Nikes.
This morning...
"Um....where are you going?" You poke out your bottom lip in a pout, your tone making Namjoon lift his head to look at you.
He was so fine and sometimes you just couldn't stand it. From his pale blonde hair against his caramel toned skin to the way his black long-sleeved Under-Armor stretched over his broad chest and shoulders. You just wanted to drop your towel and not even give him a chance to answer.
But youre distracted by the heat in his pretty brown eyes as they assessed your barely shielded nudity. They widened as they scanned over your glowing melanin that glistened in the light of the sun beaming through the curtains.
The love and adoration he held for you filled his irises as they trailed up your legs, over the towel, over your cleavage and collarbones. Your wet hair dripping over your shoulders in loose ringlets has Namjoon's swooning, at least until he reaches your disappointed face.
He straightens up and steps forward cautiously.
"Im uh...meeting Jungkook and Yoongi at the gym......" He trails off at the sight of you, his hands closing into fists to resist the urge to touch you. But he knew if he did, there was no way he'd be leaving.
You wilt visibly at his answer.
"Are you foreal? Joon..I thought we were staying in today..." You pout even harder, instantly making Namjoon become riddled with guilt.
"I know baby, Im sorry..but I promised the guys a while ago that I would.."He begins, pointing towards his gym bag and you let an exaggerated sigh before he could continue.
Because you already knew about Namjoon's promise to be a fifth man in the next pick up game. Yoongi would never let him forget it.
"Fine....." you huff out childishly, folding your arms across your covered bossom and looking away.
Namjoon frowns at the obvious sadness in your body language and he glances towards the door with an uneasy expression.
"I mean...I could tell them another day..." he suggested and a part of you lit up at the idea. But your shoulders sag at the thought of him leaving his boys hanging for you. Again. With his work schedule, he barely had time to kick it with them. The two of you lived together.
He saw you every day.
So what was a few hours of guy time really going to hurt?
You shook your head.
"Just go.." you sigh and Namjoon quirks a brow.
"You dont want me to stay? Its not a big deal. I can.."he begins but you pad over the carpeted floors on bare feet to where he stood next to the bed.
"Nope. Go. Or else your friends will resent me for turning you into a flake.." you pout and Namjoon's lips break out into a dimpled grin that has you rolling your eyes. He tilts his head in attempt to catch your gaze.
"Sure you wont be mad?" he asks with softening eyes. You nod silently with a stiff shrug to portray to him that you werent really tripping over him having to leave, even though you were a tad salty.
Fortunately though, Namjoon knows you better than that.
He catches you by the wrist.
"Babe.." his tone drops and you glance at him breifly to nod again.
You dont catch his smirk or the twinkling mischief in his eye as you prepared to turn away to head back into the bathroom.
Before you knew it ,the hem of your towel is being tugged away and you gasp at Namjoon whirling you around and pinning you to the mattress. All of the air leaves your chest when you feel his weight on you, pinning your exposed body beneath him. Both of your hands were trapped above your head and Namjoons lips were already trailing down your throat.
You inhaled sharply as his tongue slid over your freshly scrubbed skin, smelling of peaches and vanilla bean body cream.
Your soft moans fill the room as Namjoon continued to taste your skin, his tongue now swiping over the peaks of your breasts. You struggled underneath him as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and you arched your back into him.
He knew that was one of your sweet spots.
"Joonie..." you sigh out as he moved on to your other nipple, trailing his tongue between your breasts sloppily.
"hmm?" he hummed with shaded eyes, flicking his tongue over the pert brown flesh lazily before smothering it with his lips.It takes you some time to figure exactly what you wanted to say but you eventually find your words when Namjoon switches nipples again.
"..If...youre not...gonna fuck me.....y..you better stop..." you stutter, your eyes rolling back when the rythm of his tongue begins sending tingles all over your naked skin. Namjoon chuckles deep in his throat at your warning and begins sucking at your nipple harder, letting go of one of your wrists so he could knead your other breast gently.
He doesnt stall his torture for what felt like forever, smirking at the sounds you made and the way your body shuddered and squirmed beneath him. And just when he knew you were nearing your brink, he releases your nipple.
Your chest caves as you release a shuddered breath and the mattress shifts around you as Namjoon pushed himself up to look at you.
He gains way too much satisfaction at the sight of you so flustered, your already full lips swollen from being sucked and bitten, your nipples hard and glistening with his saliva, your damp hair fanning out around your head and splaying over the sheets. The amount of melanin in your skin concealed your blush, but your skin was covered in goosebumps.
Your eyes flutter open to meet Namjoons, his brow lifting with amusement.
"I hate you alot..." you mumble.
Namjoon shakes his head as he leaned down to peck your pouted lips softly. You whine in protest but do little to resist him as he dips his tongue through your lips breifly before pulling away.
"I know....but when I get back I promise Im all yours though baby. Foreal foreal.." he tilts his head and his pretty brown eyes gleam with sincerity.
He was so fucking cute, it annoyed you. Despite the tiny puddle collecting between your legs.
"Yeah yeah..." you push at his chest as he clambered back to stand, leaving you naked and annoyed on the bed.
"I'll be back.." he winks at you before he turns away to walk out of the bedroom.
That was 4 hours ago.
Since Namjoon left, you tried your best to stay occupied.
You studied.
You cleaned.
You painted your toes.
You read.
But nothing could keep your mind off of Namjoon and his mouth. His lips and tongue were heavy and straining on your thoughts, keeping you from comprehending any of the words your eyes had been skimming over.
After reading the same sentence 5 times, you shut the book tossed it aside. Inspiration strikes and you lay back completely and lift your phone above you to snap a few pictures. You took an array of sexy selfies to send to your man, all showing off your best assets.
One of you lifting Namjoon's sweatshirt to expose your tummy and the bottoms of your heavy breasts, tiny peaks of your brown aerolas visible.
One of you laying back with the tips of your fingers playing under the elasticeof your panties.
One of you laying on your side to give him a nice view of your curves and ass sitting perfectly in your blue boy shorts. An evil laugh escapes your mouth once you were done, scrolling through the pictures quickly to find the best ones.
You smirked at how good you looked, pressing send with another snicker of accomplishment. You quickly typed out a message to go with the photos before tossing your phone aside on the bed.
Now you'd just have to wait.
Namjoon was the bee's knees as far as boyfriends go. But he was a fucking TEASE and he knew it. The nerve of him getting you warmed up and just leaving you like that. You hope your little photoshoot knocked him off his game. You hope he missed every shot because the image of your tits distracted him too much.
It would serve him right.
But you hated to admit how much your body missed him when he was gone. Sometimes you almost ached for him when you got like this. He had you feening for him like an addict and you were way too proud to beg for what you wanted. So you'd rather tease him back and give him a taste of his own medicine.
When you finally heard the sound of keys jingling and the front door shutting, you should have felt ashamed at the way your heart jumped and quickened with excitement.
You sat up in the bed, picking up your book when you heard his heavy footsteps in the hall.
You were pretending to read that same sentence when Namjoon was standing in the doorway with dark eyes and disheveled hair. They squinted at you suspiciously as he stepped in the room.
"Look at you...sitting there all innocent like you didnt just send me all those nudes.."
"Hmm?" you feigned ignorance and Namjoon snorts as he kicked off his shoes and removed his coat.
" 'Hmm?' " he mocks you and you laugh at his expression.
"I dont know what youre talking about" you giggle some more, redirecting your eyes back to that sentence.
"Yeah I bet. Laugh it up...." he begins, bending down to pick up his shoes.
"Thats why Jungkook saw your nipples...." he grunts as he walked towards the closet. Your jaw drops and so does the book in your hands. The sound of Namjoon laughing grows faint for a moment until hes emerging from the closet.
"Youre lying..." Your expression falls and Namjoon shakes his head with a grin.
"Nope. Well...he might have. I locked the screen pretty fast. We were done anyway. Yoongi had to work so..." he shrugs and you let out a relieved sigh, sending a tiny prayer up that none of Namjoons friends saw your goods. Although the thought is a bit amusing.
He casually undressed himself as if you weren't watching him, pulling his black compression shirt over his head and stepping out of his socks. He yanks his headband off and pushes his silvery blonde hair back before shuffling his fingers through it.
Once he was stripped down to just his tank top and sweat pants, you were scooting from the edge of the bed and standing behind him.
You were tired of waiting.
Namjoon tensed at first when he felt your hands snaking around his waist to lift at his sweat dampend undershirt. When your warm hands slipped under the fabric to feel his abs he smirks.
"I need to take a shower..." he chuckled as you shamelessly felt him up, nuzzling his neck while you abandoned his tummy to let your hands glide up his biceps and shoulders.
Namjoon's body was perfect and very well built to say the least. He had always been on the slender side since you'd met him, but his long legs were as thick as tree trunks and incredibly toned. You loved the feel of his muscular thighs beneath your touch.
But as of recently, the rest of his body was beginning to fill out generously. His newfound dedication to fitness was paying off and the results were extremely evident in his broader shoulders, bigger biceps, pronounced chest muscles and neatly placed abs centered down his torso.
You couldnt stop touching him because of it. Any and every opportunity you had to graze his exposed skin with your hands or lips, you hopped on it.
Like now.
You forced Namjoon's shirt off of his body, turning him around and tugging it over his head . You threw it aside and went back to work on his neck, tasting the sweet/saltiness on his skin as you trailed kisses from the base to his collarbone. When you latched on his skin and began to suck, Namjoon cursed low in his throat at the feel.
"Babe....fuck..." he murmurs.
His deep voice grumbles in his bare chest, still slick with the sweat from playing basketball and running. You didn't give two shits about it though as you pressed your body against his. You loved his sweat and his scent. You would gladly bottle that shit up and drown yourself in it with how arroused you were right now.
"Shower after...I want you.." you whined against his skin as your hands skimmed down his body to tug at the waistband of his sweats. When his pants didnt budge, you palmed at his bulge, your walls clenching with need at how hard he was growing beneath his clothes.
"You want me.....fuck....that bad?.." Namjoon chuckles and groans softly as you kneaded his dick teasingly,letting your tongue drag over the planes of his chest.
"Yes.." you whispered into his mouth before rolling onto the tips of your toes to kiss him. Namjoon's hands glide over your hips to cup at your ass cheeks, giving the plump flesh a squeeze that makes you gasp. Your lips parted to invite Namjoon's tongue inside to roam over yours.
He grunts a soft chuckle at your response, but doesn't break the kiss as he slowly stepped forward to back you towards the foot of the bed. You continued to softly palm at his dick as he guided you back, beginning to stroke him slowly and tugging at the tip, making him moan into you.
As you felt your legs touching the end of the bed, Namjoon releases his hold on your ass to grip your wrists, yanking one away from his crotch and the other from his waist and trapping them at your sides. You smirked at switch in dominance, finding amusement getting yourself in the same position you were in this morning.
"So what? Youre just gonna take it?" He smiles against your lips as you squirmed a bit under his hold. But your resistance is feeble against his strength and you eventually become pliant as he put his full weight on you. You suddenly felt his lips on yours, parting you slowly and accepting your sweet surrender.
His hands remained on your wrists and he gently guides them up to rest above your head against the pillows. Your shirt rises to reveal your boy shorts and you squirm under the weight of Namjoons body as he kissed you deeper.
"I wont fuck you....until after my shower....." he said slowly between his seering lips.
"but....I wanna taste you...." he whispers, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.
"...so fucking bad...." he adds just before kissing your cheek and working his way down to your neck, nibbles and sucking your skin as he went.
"Yea?" is all you can think to say, your brain too clouded by arrousal and excitement for anything more. Namjoon lifts his head and looms over you, his eyes burning with desire.
He nods.
"Mmmhmm...its been on my mind since this morning....." he murmurs as they trailed down your body, stopping at the space below your waist hungrily.
"Can I?" he looks back up at you slowly, biting his lip.
He didnt have to ask you twice. Your panties seemed to have teleported to the other side of the room, your borrowed sweat shirt pushed all the way up to expose your breasts and heaving chest.
Namjoon was trailing soft kisses down your torso as he moved down the bed. When he got to the edge, he dips his head down between your legs, hooking his hands beneath your thighs to pull you towards his face.
You bit your lip to contain your blush as you watched him assess your most intimate area as if it were his first time ever seeing it. His hooded eyes admired you for a moment, taking in the sight of your glistening flesh just before diving in.
Your body immediately tensed up when Namjoon's tongue made contact with your clit. Every muscle in your body flexed and relaxed in time with his slow calculated licks. The soft tip of his muscle swirled in gentle circles, sweeping over the hood of your bud and pressing against the underside with the flat of his tongue.
You were already voicing your approval of his technique, moaning softly while your hips wound in the direction of his skilled tongue as he repeated his tactic. But with each soft pass over your clit, you grew more and more needy. Namjoons mouth felt amazing, but you needed more.
In an attempt to encourage him to go harder, you reached down to touch his head. Before your fingertips could graze his bleached locks, Namjoon shook away from your touch. His deep voice vibrates against your sex and you felt him scold you more than you heard him.
"uh uhn baby...." he says breifly before sticking his tongue back out to lap against your clit slowly. You bite down hard on your lip at the sight of his shiny pink lips and tongue melding with your folds. A sigh of a moan leaves your lips and Namjoon glances up at you, a smirk in his eyes as he licked your pussy at a torturous pace.
He was teasing you, maybe as punishment for sending him those pictures. Maybe for being a brat this morning, you didnt know. But you knew damn well that Namjoon knew exactly what he was doing.
When he heard the tension in your voice as you moaned above him...
When he felt your thighs trembling underneath his hands....
When he felt your vulva pulsing and clenching against his chin..
Namjoon knew it was time to put you out of your misery. After a few more swirls of his tongue, he closes his lips around your clit and begins to suck.
"Ooh fuck..." you cry out. Your back arches off of the bed and your hands fist at the sheets as Namjoons tongue curled and flicked against the most sensitive part of you in tandem with his sucks. As he did so, you feel the absence of his hand on your thigh. Seconds later you feel his fingers gliding over your dripping entrance, the tip of his index finger pressing gently inside of you.
"Oh my god...Joon...J..Joonie" you stammer as his finger pressed deeper. He pulls out briefly to add a second and begins stroking you slowly as he continued to suck your clit.
"Whats wrong baby..." he murmurs between puckered sucks. His fingers continued to twist and massage your aching walls, passing over the rigid spot just enough to push you closer to the edge.
Your legs were shaking uncontrollably at this point and you were a loud moaning mewling mess. It didn't take Namjoon very long to get you there, knowing your body and exactly what it needs. Your hips started bucking to meet Namjoons strokes and you threw your head back and gaped as you felt the tension building inside of you.
"Please...I need to...make me...please baby.." you begged,lifting your head with tears in your eyes. Namjoon looks up at you as his mouth continued to drive you insane, a cheeky glint in his eye as he arches his brow. He detaches his lips to give your pussy a few long flat tongued licks before responding.
"You want me to make you cum baby? " he smirks at you with his fingers still rubbing at your g-spot.
You couldnt form the words properly, but a strangled moan escaped you in the form of an answer and Namjoom hears you loud and clear.
His fingers moved with purpose, pumping in and out of you and pressing right against your spot as his mouth went back to work on your clit. Sucking and licking and finger fucking you until you felt your stomach tighten.
The familiar sensation begins to build in your gut and your chest heaved as you watched Namjoon feast on you. You blinked to clear the tears from your vision so that you could lock eyes with your devestatingly handsome boyfriend. Of course you could only see half of his face, his nose pressed right up against your pubic bone while the rest of him was engulfed by your sex. But those damned pretty brown eyes pinned you, making you their hostage as you neared your release.
And with one final flick of his magnificent tongue, you were exploding into his mouth as your vision became clouded with splashes of color and blotches of white. Eventually fading to black as your eyelids fell.
Youre pulled back into the now when you feel Namjoon climbing back over your body. You felt his lips trailing over your neck and jawline. When he made it to your lips, you turned your head weakly to meet him halfway, tasting your sweetness on his tongue as he fed your juices to you.
This kiss was slow and sinuous. The kind of kiss filled with a heightened level of lust and need that your entire body tingling and hot with desire. Namjoons full weight was on you now, his clothed center pressing up against your bareness and creating a friction that had you twitching.
He knew you'd still be sensitive from cumming only seconds ago, but he didn't give a fuck. He just continued to kiss you and grind his hips against your pussy until he was swallowing your tiny moans.
Suddenly he's pulling away from you, rising up from the bed and planting himself back on the floor. Your eyes fluttered open and you propped yourself up on your elbows just in time to catch Namjoon kicking off his sweats and underwear in one movement.
His dick sprang free from his pants and smacked his inner thigh as it continued to swell and rise, the angry red tip pointing right at the apex of your open thighs.
You licked your lips at the sight of the shiny bead of precum already dripping from his slit and Namjoon tips his head up a bit as he stroked himself slowly with his eyes on you.
"Hey.." his voice was raspy and coated witj dominance, making your eyes snap up to his face obediently. You blanched at his expression, his jaw clenching lightly and his eyebrow arching. Namjoon tips his head to the side, gesturing towards the open bathroom door several feet away from the bed.
"Get up....Get naked.." he continued, still stroking himself as he watched you.
Once again, he didnt have to tell you twice.
You hopped up and immediately tore the oversized tshirt from your body, already completely naked underneath. Namjoon lifts his other hand and crooks his finger to summon you to the edge of the bed. You went to him immediately and sat back on your knees, letting your gaze climb up his tall frame.
Namjoon reaches for your face with the hand he called you over with, using the same finger to lift your chin so that he could look you in the eye.
He nods towards the bathroom again and smirks down at you with a heated stare.
"Shower with me...Im not done with you yet."
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A good foot tall
Pairing: NamjoonxReader
Genre: Fluff
WC: 1.2k
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You were rolling on the bed, tired after that all nighter you pulled to meet the deadline of your Chemistry assignment. Mr. Kim is usually sweet and you'd honestly want to see him in his sweet mode cus the last thing you wanted was to get lectured about tardiness at the speed of bullet train.
Snacks. Yup that's what you need right now. The best way to lift your spirits.
It's your daily routine to grab the same one from the store with the only exception of that one time you had to go run errands for a friend.
You never had snacks stocked up at your apartment because of your ability to finish two weeks worth of snacks in one night and so you got up from bed, grabbed your wallet and started your trek to the convenience store.
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The store was not that busy, just a few uni kids wandering around maybe because of being on campus.
You moved to the usual location where they keep snacks only to halt. There are stacks of cheetos instead of your precious honey butter chips.
In confusion you looked around and that's when you caught sight of your precious chips peering at you from the top rack. Great. Just great.
You stood on your tippy toes, while cursing your genes for making you this short, to no avail.
Jump. Let's jump.
The chips have started to mock you from up there now.
You were glaring daggers on innocent packet when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. Then you saw a hand outstretched, grabbing the packet effortlessly.
You looked behind and saw a brown haired tall dude. Damn, you envy him or better his height, it looks like you'll stand staring at those chips for eternit-
"Here." He suddenly spoke up after a second of eye contact.
"What?" You replied in shock. Did he spoke to you?
"Here. Take these. You seemed in a bit of trouble there."
"Oh. Ah thank you."
He just smiled. Dimples. He has dimples. Cute.
"I'm Kim Namjoon by the way." He offered his hand. You took it immediately and told him your name.
You were about to turn back but he spoke up again. "Physics major senior year. And you?"
"English major. Senior year." You replied.
"Mrs. Yu's class?"
"Yeah."
"Oh same. I'm in her class too."
"Really? I never saw you there."
"Maybe you get lost in yourself too much that you forget to look at your surrounding." He joked with a light laugh. It was pretty.
"Maybe you're right." You laughed with him. " I'll be going now. See you at class maybe?"
"Yeah. Sure." And with that you returned back to your apartment to start another twenty eight pages of reading.
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When you thought you forgot about the incident at store and the guy with dimples. You saw him again.
And again you were struggling and he had to come to rescue. Only this time you were trying to collect your papers thatyou oh so graciously dropped on the floor.
"Hey, you alright?" You saw a shadow just above you. And you were met with the eyes of Namjoon again.
"Yeah." You quickly replied and continued collecting the papers.
He squat down beside you and started helping. "You sure? It looked a pretty hard fall." Oh yeah with those papers, you managed to drop yourself on the floor too.
He just had to be the one seeing all this. Great. You just ruined your image in front of one of the cutest guy you've ever seen.
After all of the mess was under control you broke the silence, "so where wereyou headed?"
"Just the library. Can't put off the English assignment any longer."
"Oh same. You haven't done it either?"
"Nope." He said and then a little hesitantly, "Maybe we can go and work on it together? I mean if you want to..."
"I think that would be a good idea. Let go." You agreed because honestly you were going to fall asleep if you were left alone and you definitely wouldn't mind some company.
Namjoon proved to be a pretty good study partner. He was helpful and cracked some jokes from time to time so you were never bored either. You have to admit, you actually enjoyed his company.
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You can't focus on chemistry anymore. Why did you even chose this subject in the first place!?
It still wasn't the time for you to get your snacks refill. But maybe you needed some energy right now if you were going to survive Chem.
You entered the store and went straight to the snack racks. You were about to turn around when you heard a familiar voice.
Namjoon. And...
Yuju. The store owner.
"Are you seriously going to do this every other day now?" That was Yuju.
"You can't face this small inconvenience for your friend?" It was Namjoon and he was...
Wait why was he moving the honey butter chips on the top rack?
"Just pass me the packets, will you?" Yuju just sighed and did as told.
"You know instead of doing this maybe you could tell her you like her and just ask her out like a normal person?" Yuju said. Suddenly everything hit you at once, the sudden change in snack location and all.
You quietly went near Yuju and tappedher should, putting a finger on your lips. Yuju quickly caught up and handed you the chip packets and left.
All the while Namjoon was busy in his own world, "You know how can I be. I don't know if she likes me or not. She didn't even noticed me until four days ago. What if she had rejected me?" Namjoon was blabbering all the while you were silently handing him the packets. "This was the only way I knew to make her aware of my existence and maybe start a friendship? I got tired of just glancing at her fron across the class room and herr when she would come everyday-"
Namjoon halted.
He had reached for the last packet while talking and when you didn't released it he turned around.
Marbles. That's the only way you can describe his wide and beautiful eyes right now.
He was shocked and maybe mortified. Were you going to stop talking to him now? Or worse hate him?
You didn't uttered a word and just turned around.
After a few steps you stop and looked over your shoulder. He was still staring at you with wide eyes. You almost laughed.
"I heard the sunset looks really beautiful from the park near the art building. We might be able to catch it if we start moving now."
You said nonchalantly. Then added "Maybe we can share these too." You shook the packet in your hand and started walking towards the cash counter.
After a moment Namjoon followed with a sheepish smile on his face.
You two exited with you having a suppressed grin on your face and him with a cheeky smile on his while ruffling his hair.
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True. The sunset was beautiful. But maybe less than what started blooming between you on that day.
A/n
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The Bachelorette 🌹 (18+)
Summary: Three finalists. Two broken hearts. One rose.
You are part of the hit TV show, The Bachelorette, and you've whittled down your 25 men to just three. The trouble is, two of them you have… a history with. With just one more week to decide who you will choose, your heart is split between the final three. Pasts rise back to the surface, and the heat gets turned up…
Pairing: namjoonxreader, jungkookxreader, changkyunxreader
Word Count: 15.6k
Warnings: 18+, smut, talks of past lives including drug addiction, toxic relationships, lots of angst, some fluff.
Smut will include: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (m+f) ((assume birth control)), super passionate.
A/N: Hi all! It's been a year since I've posted any new content. I'm so sorry… Being an adult sucks, but I've got my groove back so expect some more content from me soon!
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This was never going to be an easy choice. You never expected it to be, but here you were – five perfectly eligible bachelors in front of you, and only three roses to give out… The last time you’d be sending anyone home before the final, and you had to choose just one to win.
Jimin. Jungkook. Changkyun. Namjoon. Hoseok.
All five of them were stood in front of you, smartly dressed in bespoke suits that fit their personalities to a T. You found yourself scanning over each man, weighing up your options in your head. But this was getting harder and harder each time you narrowed down the line up.
Jimin was kind, a sweetheart. He was funny and adorable. He’d never once made you feel uncomfortable, or question him in any way. But romantically, you weren’t so sure about him. You could see yourself being good friends after the show was over, but more seemed strange to you.
Hoseok? He was very charming, a great kisser, and again he knew how to crack a joke, daft as they were. He was a goofball, but he was the most wonderful kind.
Changkyun was a contender for you since the start. He came across so reserved, and so quiet. At first you thought maybe he felt like he was above it all, that he was too good to be on a show such as this. But you’d learned he was nothing like that, and actually, was perhaps one of the sweetest introverts you’d ever met. He made you feel safe, protected. He was the first date you had of the season, and it didn’t take him long to break down his defences around you – you just made him so comfortable.
And then there was Jungkook and Namjoon. This is where things got… complicated.
From the moment you met the men during the first episode, your eyes had zoned in on them like a radar. You couldn’t believe they were here – why?
Your heart had just dropped the moment you saw them both. It didn’t make total sense as to why they were here, you thought you’d never see either of them again after…
But no, here they were. And surprisingly, neither of them seemed to know who the other was – which was quite the relief. You’d like to keep it that way.
When your eyes met his, Jungkook had smirked a cocky little smile in your direction. It felt almost like a challenge, like he was ready to play the game and grab his prize. He’d added a few more tattoos to his collection since last you saw him, and his hair had grown out to tickle the back of his neck. You had to admit he looked good; far better than he had the day you left him. His hollowed-out cheeks had filled to a normal and yet still strong jawline, the dark circles under his eyes had faded and the ashy colour of his skin had bloomed into his usual light tan. Perhaps he was better, now. You certainly hoped so.
And Namjoon? Well, he looked much the same as he did before, except he’d cut his hair short and gone back to his natural dark colour. Not to mention the way he had seemed to fill out. His arms, his shoulders, his thighs… they all seemed to have doubled – if not tripled – in size. You were shocked at first, never taking him for a gym nut. But then, you weren’t sure you truly knew him at all anymore.
When he had caught your gaze, he smiled a soft and subtle smile, dimples deepening and eyes mollifying. He seemed so happy to see you, but that had made no sense at all. Not after the way you’d left things with him.
So this was fantastic – a room full of eligible bachelors and two of your ex-boyfriends.
Wonderful.
You suppose the writers had done this on purpose, hoping to cause some drama. And well, some drama it did cause. You were sure many would be shouting at their TVs to drop the exes, that an ex is an ex for a reason, that you should never go back to someone who once had caused any pain or misery in your life.
But you just couldn’t let them go. You were so attached yet avoided them where possible. Why? Well, even you couldn’t make sense of that. Scared of being hurt again? Scared that spending more time with them would reveal the reasons why you’d left in the first place? You’d built them both back up in your minds, even with Jungkook causing trouble and stirring the pot from time to time as he found so amusing to do.
You didn’t want to give them the opportunity to prove to you that they were anything other than ‘improved’.
And now here you were, with a choice to make. The penultimate choice.
The first rose you gave, was to Jungkook. Why him first? Well, you weren’t sure. Perhaps because he was the first on the left, and by default, you went straight for him. Yeah, that sounds like a decent explanation.
The second rose you gave was to Changkyun. It’s true, he really was a contender. You were sure of this rose, and sure as hell not ready to say goodbye to him just yet.
As you picked up the third rose you could feel the tension settling in the air, like some kind of invisible thickness that weighed heavy on everybody’s shoulders. Jimin gave you a soft and knowing smile – it seemed the friendship feeling was mutual, and he was happy to take the hit. Hoseok, well he looked a little more hopeful, but kept glancing at Namjoon as if he just knew this decision was an obvious one. Perhaps it was – Hoseok at noticed a feeling around you and Namjoon during recordings, and when he asked, he got the full story. The one that got away, so to speak. Although whether it was you or him that ‘got away’ was unclear.
Namjoon, however, looked nervous. Very nervous. He wasn’t ready, hadn’t been able to say what he needed to yet. And you weren’t ready either. You needed answers, maybe some form of closure you hadn’t got with the house being so populated up until now. His eyes were darting from the rose in your hand to the floor, to anywhere in the room other than your eyes as his fingers twiddled in front of him.
Before you’d realised it, you had placed the rose between his hands, thus solidifying his place in the final three. You not only saw his shoulders visibly sag from the loss of tension, but you heard the breath he’d been holding freely rush from between his lips.
‘Thank you,’ he mouthed, smiling sweetly. You could only reply a weak smile as you stepped back, your heart heavy with guilt for sending Jimin and Hoseok home.
“I’m sorry, truly,” you said to them both, giving each a hug and a sweet kiss to the cheek as they left the room at the host’s request.
“And now, only three remain. Our top three of the season; Jungkook, Changkyun and Namjoon!” the host said gleefully to the camera, “Who will ____ pick to be her knight in shining armour? Tune in same time next week to find out…”
“CUT!” yelled one of the staff behind the camera, and immediately the bustle around the set picked up. People were switching off cameras, lighting, speaking on top of each other – some of them whispering about how they’d have chosen Hoseok or Jimin, or sent home on of the top three instead. You paid it no mind.
After each elimination, you felt that same heaviness. And it was well versed by now that you would say goodnight to the remaining bachelors, thank the production team, and head off for some privacy until the morning.
Now, the real game would begin.
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A week. You had one week, to decide who you wanted to win and choose to be yours and the pressure was on.
Of the three men left, each had you in their grasp and for different reasons. Choosing just one was going to prove extremely difficult.
But hey, you had signed up for this, it was in your contract even. And who was to say who you picked you would actually date after. Plenty of these shows end with the final couple splitting when they try a real relationship.
But this did feel real to you, all of it. There were real people here who you had real feelings for, some even real history with. And the thought made your head spin.
Nonetheless, you put on a brave face for the camera and forced yourself to continue the game. Perhaps in this final week it would become clearer who you would choose. With just three contenders left, the house already felt more intimate, and casual exchanges felt more important than before.
On day two of the final week, you had pushed past your negative emotions left lying around from the elimination and were starting to get your head focussed and back on track. You had forced yourself out of bed early and made your way down to the small gym in the house. You figured a long run on the treadmill with some earphones in pumping music through your ears to match your elevated heartrate would do you some good, and true enough, it did.
As you were coming to the end of your run, the sliding door had opened and in stepped Jungkook, in his clingy workout gear ready to get started on his daily session. Your eyes drifted over him as he waved with a smirk, and you smiled as best you could as your feet pounded against the treadmill.
He turned his back to you, sitting down on a weight bench and strapping some wrist supports on. He fiddled with his hair, hanging down past the bottom of his neck, and tied it into a more convenient bun. The muscles in his back showed through his vest, rippling and contracting with every movement.
When you had dated Jungkook, he had looked very different. The last time you saw him, he was merely a skeletal shadow of his former self. His eyes had sunken further into his skull than you had ever seen, his cheeks hollowed to give him a sickly look. The tattoos he’d spent so much time and money getting looked dull on his ashen skin, and you barely recognised the bad-boy heartthrob you’d been captivated by in the beginning.
Leaving that day was the toughest decision you had ever had to make, but you knew it had to be done. You couldn’t let him drag you down any longer, after all the help you had tried and failed to provide him, he had only got worse. You had known that you staying as long as you did was like a get-out-of-jail-free card. He thought he was untouchable, that he would never lose you.
You’d had to prove him wrong, and hoped that that might save him.
But that man wasn’t here now. He had filled out more so than you had ever seen him, his skin returning to a beautiful tan colour and adorned with more tattoos than you remember. His eyes sparkled with mischief again, his jawline sharp but cheeks still filled out as they were when you met.
He had been taking better care of himself, but better care hadn’t meant he was a better man. You still had no idea who Jeon Jungkook was now. His smugness, his attitude, his mysterious aura had kept you at arm’s length this entire time, and perhaps you had kept him in the competition hoping that the longer he was here, the more you might break down his walls, brick by brick.
You continued to run, managing to keep an eye on Jungkook as he lifted his weights in reps of ten, switching positions, arms and even using his feet to lift his dumbbells to work on his already thick and muscled thighs.
You started to drift back into your memories, thinking of time with Jungkook from those years ago. Both of you were so young, yourself a college freshman when you’d met. He had captivated you, dare you even say corrupted you. Late night studying had been replaced with heavy drinking sessions at pep rallies, or DJ sets that boomed until the sun rose through the cracks of abandoned buildings holding illegal partygoers.
Jungkook, in his tight black trousers and leather jackets had excited you and spun you into a world of parties, drinking and eventually, onto drugs. College came second and by some miraculous strain of luck you had still got your degree. While your life spun out of control, you tried to turn to the man at your side for some comfort, for someone to ground you. But he’d progressed further down that road than you ever had…
“Hey,” Jungkook’s breathless voice took you by surprise. You hadn’t even realised he’s removed one of your earphones, and you stumbled a little on the treadmill, managing to catch yourself and stand on either side to avoid being flown into the wall a few feet behind you.
“Oops, sorry…” he smirked. “You were out of it then, huh?”
“Uh… yeah, guess so,” you panted, catching your breath. Jungkook’s eyes didn’t falter as he stared into yours, perhaps a moment too long, with that smugness he always seemed to have.
“You know…” he starts, leaning on the arm of the treadmill next to where your hand gripped it for support. He reached over and turned it off, the motors slowing to a stop. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in better shape, ____.” You scoff a little, rolling your eyes at him. Jungkook was always such a flirt, even through your relationship.
He liked to toy with girls, to make them think they stood a chance and then point to you across a dancefloor and tell them all about how gorgeous his girlfriend was, how you were everything to him, you just got him. He was good at it, and boy you remember those nights he made you so jealous with flirting you’d end up in some of the steamiest situations of your entire life. Nights filled with so much passion, fuelled by lust and anger with choruses of “you’re mine, no one else’s” and “I belong to you as much as you belong to me”.
It was without a doubt the most toxic, yet thrilling relationship you had ever been in.
“Yeah, well… Gotta look after myself, y’know?” you retorted. A beat of silence passed by as his eyes scanned over your body, toned and sculpted like he’d never seen in your activewear. And then his eyes met with yours once again. “You look better, Kook…” you observed, your voice coming out softer than you’d intended, a tone of care laced in your words.
For a moment, you were sure you saw something flash across his face… Could it have been a hint of sadness? A memory? Regret?
But as soon as it had appeared, it was gone again.
“Well, I look better in leather with this body, that’s for sure,” he winked. “You always did love me in leather, didn’t you ____…?” He left the question lingering in the air between you, but your mind couldn’t deny that he was in fact right. He chuckled and leaned a little closer.
“You know, I really missed you. We used to have a lot of fun.”
“Y-yeah… we did…” you agreed, a little nervous now. As if by magic, you were being transported back in time, feeling like that same silly 18-year-old girl who was so easily taken in by his bad-boy act.
“And we’ve had some fun times since we’ve been here, too…” he leans closer again, only a few inches from you now. “Couple of great dates…” he tucks some loose hair that had fallen from your ponytail behind your ear. “Even one great kiss…” he whispers, his lips hovering just above yours.
You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, a heat rising on your cheeks that no doubt had you looking flushed. How quickly he could turn you to this, with barely any build up.
“But I think I can do better…” he teased, and it triggered something in you. You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his with a strange hunger for him you hadn’t felt in years. You felt him snicker against your lips as his hand snaked around the back of your head, holding you in place as the two of you melted together.
You let go of the treadmill, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Every touch excited you, as if electricity was sparking at every point of impact. Your lips moulded into perfect complimentary shapes, passionate and deliberate movements that had you chasing more.
Jungkook stepped up onto the treadmill, forcing your back against the control panel as his free hand lifted your thigh, holding it against his hip. A ripple of arousal hit you, memories flooding back from the incredible, lustful nights you spent together in the past. Jungkook had many talents, and pushing every button of yours happened to be one of them.
“Fuck, I missed you baby…” he mumbled against your lips, not for one second removing himself from your kiss. The breathlessness in his voice struck another chord in you, a flutter hitting your abdomen.
“I mis-“ you began, until…
“Ahem!” you heard from behind you, dragging you from your intense make out with Jungkook and bringing it crashing down. Jungkook didn’t let go of you, your thigh still in his grasp as his face hardened into a stony expression of pure resentment. His eyes looked right past you to the source of the obnoxious cough, and your head turned slowly to follow.
Changkyun stood in the doorway to the gym, hand still on the handle of the sliding door. How you hadn’t heard it open, you weren’t sure. Too wrapped up in the moment, you supposed. Changkyun himself looked mad, staring down Jungkook in a very ‘guns at dawn’ manner.
You looked between them both, rolling your eyes a little at the stench of testosterone that emanated from them both.
“I’m sorry, are you about to draw your duelling pistols?” you mocked, annoyance clear in your tone.
“My apologies, ____. I just wanted to get in a morning workout. I had no idea I would be interrupting something,” Changkyun spoke in a darker tone than you’d heard from him before, usually such a soft-spoken man around you. But his eyes still hadn’t diverted from Jungkook’s.
Jungkook scoffed audibly, looking off to the side and shaking his head as he laughed darkly to himself and dropped your thigh. You turned to him to scowl as he got down from the treadmill, folding his arms across his chest.
“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to just give us a little privacy, buddy…” he spat.
“You’re in the gym. Not exactly the most private of spaces,” Changkyun deadpanned as he walked into the space, sitting down at the same bench that Jungkook had been lifting at and readying himself to do the same.
“Could’ve turned and walked the fuck out again.”
“I’m sorry, is there a problem here?” Changkyun turned to look at Jungkook again. “As far as I see it, it’s probably a good thing I came in when I did.”
“And why’s that, big guy?” Jungkook hissed. You stepped down as Jungkook edged forward, your instincts kicking in. You knew Jungkook well enough to know that he was pissed, and edging forward was not a good sign…
“Come on, Jungkook,” Changkyun started, turning to face him. “You really think you’re gonna win this? No way am I gonna let some junkie drag ____ back down with him again.”
Jungkook saw red.
“The FUCK did you just call me?” he screamed, lunging forward and grabbing Changkyun’s shirt in both fists, pulling him to a standing position.
“Jungkook, HEY!” you yelled, dashing forward to get between them. Jungkook pushed him as he let go and stepped back, darkly staring at him with a look that frankly could have killed.
“Out! Go, cool off,” you ordered, gripping his chin to make him look down at you. His expression softened just the tiniest bit to see you so stressed in front of him, like he suddenly realised you were still there.
“Now,” you told him, raising your eyebrows.
With a huff, he stormed past you and left the gym, running off to God knows where to cool off like you’d told him to. You took a deep breath, and turned back to Changkyun, sat looking sheepish and apologetic.
“____, I…”
“Save it,” you interrupted, holding your hand up to him and leaving the gym yourself. You just wanted to be alone.
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You spent the rest of your morning in your bedroom after the incident in the gym, taking time to have a long and hot shower, letting yourself relax. You tried to stop your mind from going overboard, thinking too much about what Changkyun had said, about your past with Jungkook. But it was rather impossible.
You lay on your bed, overthinking into the afternoon. True enough, Jungkook had been a junkie when you ended things with him. That in itself was the entire reason why. His partying had got out of hand, and instead of the occasional joint the two of you would share, he had turned to harder drugs, drugs that were sucking the life out of him and spoiling the Jungkook you thought you loved.
Not only that, but he had started using your savings, your hard-earned money from endless shifts at the bar you once worked to fund his growing addictions. You can’t remember exactly what the final straw was, but you’d put up with it for far too long by the time you built the courage to put yourself first.
And now you were just letting him back into your life, letting yourself get cast under his spell again as if he hadn’t ruined his life and tried to take you down with him. You let him put his hands on you again, sweet talk you, kiss you without any apology, any explanation, or any acknowledgement of what he used to be.
Had you kept him in the game hoping that eventually he might bring it up? You surely knew him better than that. Jungkook had too much pride; his reaction to Changkyun’s words was evidence enough of that…
A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts and brought you crashing back to reality.
“____? Are you… um, would you rather be alone?” Changkyun called through the door. You sighed, sitting upright.
“No, it’s okay. Come in,” you called, waiting for him to come in and sit at the end of your bed, shutting the door behind him.
“I just… wanted to apologise. If you want to hear it, I mean. I wasn’t really sure but I didn’t just want to not try,” he started, fiddling with the button on the casual shirt he’d put on after his workout. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position, I’m so sorry. Jungkook, he just… he bothers me.”
You nodded in acknowledgement. Jungkook did tend to rub other men up the wrong way, leaving bitter tastes in their mouths. He was a ladies’ man, after all. Men? Not so friendly…
“I get it, but you have to trust that I know what I’m doing too.” A lie; you had no clue. “And that I can stand up for myself if I have to.”
“Yeah, of course. I guess I feel a little protective of you, is all. I knew about his reputation before I came here. Word gets around, and I just really… I don’t know, ____, I like you a lot. I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t, or at least trying so hard.”
“That’s sweet of you, Changkyun. You know I must like you a lot too, right? For you to still be in the game. I appreciate you looking out for me, I really do,” you smiled, shuffling closer to him to sit at his side. Out of comfort, Changkyun rested his arm on your knee, his fingers tracing the seams of your trousers along your calf. He smiled at the thought of you liking him in the same way he did you, unable to look you in the eye out of shyness.
“You’re forgiven,” you tease, smirking as you plant a sweet kiss to his cheek. His shy smile spread into a grin as his eyes finally met yours.
“Thank you,” he said, his eyes flitting between your gaze and your lips. In such proximity, he was finding it increasingly difficult not to kiss you. Not too long ago, before the last elimination, had been your first kiss together. Shared on the decking after a night of getting to know one another on a much deeper level, it had been a long time coming for you, having already developed a real attachment to him.
“Would you mind if I kissed you again?” he asked sweetly, tracing the tip of his finger along your jawline.
“Be my guest,” you breathed, leaning in out of instinct.
When your lips touched, it wasn’t anything like the kiss you’d shared with Jungkook that morning, full of passion and fire. This was sweet, filled with a longing and a desire that truly, you reciprocated.
Changkyun hummed softly, savouring the moment of peace with you. Always, he wanted to do this. Whenever he saw you, he wanted you all to himself, to dote upon and take care of. He knew you didn’t need his protection, but he would give it to you in a heartbeat if only you asked.
Your lips parted from each other’s, but he rested his forehead gently against yours keeping you close.
“Are you okay, ____?” he asked softly. “You seem a little tense still, stressed…” His concern was so sweet to you. You suppose you were still a little tense. “Is it this morning?” he asked again.
“Yes, and no… I’m just in my head a little. Need to let go, relax.”
“Hmm,” he hummed in thought. “Maybe… maybe I could help? You, to relax, I mean…” he offered, stumbling a little as if he were nervous. But you pulled back a little to get a clearer view of him, a small smirk on your lips.
“And what did you have in mind?” you toyed, playing with the strands of hair that tickled the back of his neck.
“Just… relax. Let me take care of you,” he whispered, leaning in for another delicate kiss, one that sent butterflies flitting around your body. He leaned forward a little more, pressing his lips to yours firmer than before, and encouraging you to lean back until your head hid the pillows. Changkyun easily slotted between your legs, hovering above you whilst maintaining a very sweet and beautiful kiss that had you melting under him.
He kept one hand next to your head to hold himself up, the other gently holding your hip. Your arms reached up above you, wrapping around his neck to gently pull him in and encourage him whilst your lips were too occupied to speak. The two of you simply enjoyed each other’s embrace, with no rush to go anywhere, no fear of time running out. Instead, just being in the moment.
Changkyun began to run his tongue lightly against your lip, advancing only a little at a time, until he was leaving slow, calculated open-mouthed kisses to your jawline, and further down your neck to the collar of your shirt. You let out little moans at the feeling that sounded more like hums of pleasure as the excitement in you began to build.
True to his word, Changkyun was taking care of you. He was bringing you out of your head and giving you something to focus on that you hadn’t realised you so desperately needed.
His hands began to bunch up the material of your t-shirt, rolling it up to expose only your mid-section and allow him more room to leave his incredible kisses against your skin. With every kiss, something in the pit of your stomach grew and grew until all you wanted was him, his touch, his kisses, all over you.
As he kissed along your stomach from left to right, his hands came to fiddle with the button of your trousers, slowly at first to give you ample opportunity to stop him if this was going too far for you. But you didn’t, and you wouldn’t. You wanted this as much as he did.
He progressed past the unfastening of your trousers, dragging them down your legs and dropping them to the side before returning his lips to your skin. Only this time, his lips had landed on your right knee, and were slowly progressing up your thigh, moving inward and towards a growing heat between your legs.
He took his time, as if every little movement of his lips and tongue against your skin was his way of worshipping you – a goddess who deserved only the best he had to offer. He had waited long enough to get to this moment; no chance at all was he going to rush this as some superficial act of lust when it was so much more to him than that.
Closer and closer he got to your core, your hands threading into his hair for something to touch, to connect to him in some intimate way. When his lips did land on top of your core, pressing kisses to your underwear, you let out a sharp hiss. Finally, a little relief to the ache that had been building. But your underwear was still creating a barrier – however thin – between you and what you really needed.
He didn’t tease for long, wanting nothing more than to give in to your desires and if he was honest to himself, he so desperately wanted to taste you. His fingers hooked themselves into your underwear, slowly dragging them past your hips until he had to sit upright to drag them from your ankles. Seeing you laying beneath him, your thighs pressing together tightly – whether for friction or out of shyness – sent an urge through him like no other.
He lunged forwards, supporting himself by one hand that slammed against the sheets beside your head as he dipped down to crash his lips to yours. His passion was unmistakable, and you thrived off of it. Your legs parted for him with ease, back arching up to push your chest against his. You wrapped your arms to pull him closer to you, but his solid frame and strength holding him up meant that your efforts simply pulled you from the mattress to cling off him.
But his end goal was still heavily in the forefront of his mind, clear by the way he pulled on your wrists around his neck to force you to let him go and hit the sheets once again. In a flash, he was hovering over your midsection, his strong hands slowly and gently parting your knees to present you to him – glistening like a freshly glazed donut. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and smirked, before he finally connected his lips to your clit.
It knocked the wind out of you - the jolt of electricity that shot from your core to your heart. An audible gasp caught in your throat as Changkyun let his tongue past his lips, expertly lapping at every. single. nerve. in your clit – or so it felt.
Had you looked down between your legs you’d have seen his eyes on you, watching your every move and learning exactly what reaction he got from each slightly different movement. But you couldn’t force your head off the pillow, let alone your eyes to open as soft mewls and breathless moans slipped out.
Perhaps five minutes had passed, perhaps twenty, but it didn’t matter – it could have been an hour and yet your orgasm was approaching all too suddenly, all too soon.
‘No, not yet… More. I want more,’ you thought to yourself, his name barely recognisable as it left your lips. But he showed no signs of quitting, and you didn’t have it in you to slow him down.
“Ch-Changkyun… I… oh god, so close…” you choked, giving him his cue that just a little more and you’d tip over that edge. And so his hands that held your legs apart spread wider, his tongue delved deeper, and the fire in your stomach grew hotter, and hotter, until there was simply no fighting it.
Bursts of intense pleasure racked through your body, ricocheting off of every nerve available. Your thighs tensed in his hands, your fists balled up in the sheets, your back arched from the bed and you reached your high.
He didn’t stop, only gradually slowed as you came back down, teetering between soft aftercare and overstimulation. And only once you finally took a deep breath with a blissful sigh did he come to a stop, sitting on his knees as he rubbed soothing circles into your thighs.
Coming back to reality, you opened your eyes to look at him, noting the sweet smile that sat on his lips, watching you and waiting for you to return to some kind of normal. But the strength of your orgasm had left you feeling drained, completely relaxed but utterly exhausted. You could see that Changkyun had clearly enjoyed himself too, from the slight bulge in his jeans but whilst the spirit was willing, the flesh was far too weak.
“You look sleepy,” he said, finding it quite endearing. “You should rest.”
“But… you…” you wanted to protest, to give back. How could you when sitting upright would take the same effort as a Himalayan hike to you right now?
Changkyun chuckled softly , still tracing gentle patterns on your thighs. “Forget about it, just rest, hm?” he crawled off the bed, heading over to the little dresser at the far end of the room, assuming you had fresh underwear and perhaps some lounge shorts in one of them. He wasn’t wrong, finding both in two out of the four drawers.
He took his time, gently re-dressing you as your eyes drooped heavily, content. He leaned over you to place a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek and quietly left the room, leaving you to drift off into a blissful and much needed nap.
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The tensions in the house had barely dissipated in the few days since the gym incident. In fact, if anything, Jungkook seemed to only have gotten angrier with each passing moment. He’d leave the room as soon as Changkyun would enter it, or turn and walk away if he saw the two of you hanging out together.
And the smug little smirk on Changkyun’s face each time didn’t go unnoticed by you either. You weren’t sure how you felt about that… Whilst Changkyun was exceptionally sweet with you, you didn’t that he seemed to be playing some kind of game with Jungkook. It hardly seemed fair, even at this late stage of the competition.
And whilst this had been going on, Namjoon seemed none-the-wiser. In typical Namjoon fashion, he held quite the same ‘golden retriever-esque’ innocence as he had when you’d been together before. His focus had just been on you, and trying to win your affections.
And so, he’d organised a date night for the two of you as the date of the final choice loomed closer. Only something simple, but intimate nonetheless.
As the sun began its descent, Namjoon was hard at work in the kitchen, following a recipe book to cook something that for him was of course far too advanced – but he persevered, attempting to follow the instructions down to the letter. He leaned over the counter, glasses hanging low on his nose as he read the pages. He wiped a light sweat from his brow on his wrist.
Somehow you managed to sneak down to the kitchen, now ready to meet him to begin your date. You leaned against the doorway, a beautiful burgundy silk dress clinging to your waist and hips, but draping freely just below your knees. Had he looked up, you’d easily have distracted him, so you kept quiet instead, fondly watching him concentrating so hard and admiring how he looked from afar.
He clearly was working hard to impress, his long sleeve of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows. He’d found a cream apron from somewhere, using it to wipe his hands on and to shield the white of his shirt from any splashes he was destined to make whilst cooking.
As you watched him scurry around, oblivious to your presence, you couldn’t help but wonder why on earth he had decided cooking was the perfect date night for the two of you. Namjoon had never been a very good cook, to put it mildly. Perhaps he was just so intent on impressing you that he was willing to do anything. Perhaps it was the hopeless romantic in him trying to give you a date that most women would find utterly endearing.
“Hey, you,” you purred from the doorway. His head snapped up suddenly from behind the kitchen island, and his shock turned quickly into a large puppy-dog grin when his eyes landed on you.
“Wow… You look beautiful, ____,” he gushed. “Please, take a seat,” he motioned to the stools that lined the other side of the island to him, and you gladly stepped into the kitchen and took one, watching him as he worked.
“Since when was cooking your thing, Joonie?” you asked with an amused smile. He stopped in his tracks; no one had called him that for… so long. It was yours and yours alone, and oh, how he missed it.
“Uh, well it’s not,” he began, avoiding eye contact in the hope you’d miss a blush creeping on his cheeks, “but it’s never too late to learn, right? I just wanted to do something nice, y’know?”
“It’s sweet of you, I look forward to trying your food,” you flirted.
“Oh, well you can taste test it right now, if you’d like? It’s almost done.” He picked up his chopsticks, grabbing a piece of meat that he’d been frying amongst an unidentified sauce and vegetables and lightly blew on it to cool over his free hand, before reaching over the island for you to take the bite.
You so wish it had been good… lying was so much harder.
“Mmm… Mmhmm… Mm…” you mumbled as you chewed, trying to find the heart to swallow the mouthful. How on earth could it be that salty?
Namjoon’s face fell, and without another word he picked more of the dish up from the pan and tried it himself. His own grimace said it all.
“Ah, fuck… How did that…? Damnit!” He stomped back to the open recipe book, trying to find the place he’d gone wrong. In the meantime, you managed to swallow the food and had joined him by his side to figure this out with him.
“How much salt did you put in that, Joon?” you asked.
“4 tablespoons, like it says…” he pointed to the list of ingredients and their quantities. You looked closer, and his mistake became obvious.
“Honey, ‘tsp’ is TEAspoon, ‘tbsp’ means tablespoon… It’s meant to be 4 teaspoons…” you sighed. But you had to admit, it was kind of funny… And absolutely classic Namjoon.
“I… oh. Oh for fucks sake,” he groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance. “I can’t make you eat that… Let me try something else? I swear I’ll choose something fast, I won’t keep you waiting,” he panicked. You just laughed, holding your hand up to stop him from rambling on about how sorry he was.
“You know what? It’s fine. Don’t worry. I know a meal you can make without making a mistake, and it’s super fast…” you teased, walking behind him to the pantry. He watched in confusion as you disappeared inside and came back holding only two things.
“Instant,” you waved one hand with a cup in, “ramen,” and then the other. Namjoon smirked, his shoulders dropping in relief.
“I mean, it’s not exactly the fancy dinner I had planned, but whatever my girl wants, my girl gets.” He stepped towards you and took the two instant ramen bowls from your hands, heading over to the stove to heat the water he needed. But you couldn’t help but mull over those words, stood frozen in one place trying to fight the butterflies that flooded your stomach.
My girl.
His.
You weren’t, not anymore. But old habits…
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With your ramen cups in hand, the two of you had made your way to the balcony just off of Namjoon’s room to eat at your suggestion. The sun was dipping lower behind the horizon, and with a clear sky that night you had thought it would be romantic to watch as the moon rose, and the stars came out from hiding.
With ramen cups and fluffy blankets.
It wasn’t exactly what Namjoon had in mind when he had asked you to join him for dinner that night, but any time with you was considered a luxury in his eyes. And this was much more akin to the kind of dates you used to have together – simple, but intimate. You liked it that way.
“How’s the ramen?” he asked from beside you on the wicker bench, still wearing his apron in case he spilled ramen on that crisp white shirt of his. He looked quite adorably comical in it, particularly since he had filled his muscles out in your time apart from him. The apron seemed more like a bib on his chest than something to cover the majority of his torso.
He caught you mid-slurp, but you managed an appreciative hum which seemed to satisfy him at least, judging by the fond smile that showed off his dimple.
“So, how are you doing? I know there’s probably a lot of pressure right now…” he began, turning the conversation slightly more serious than expected. But you were grateful that he was asking; he always had cared about what you thought.
Which is why the ending of your relationship had felt so… unexpected.
“Oh, you know… three hearts, two to break. It’s not so fun…” you brushed it off, but of course you were in utter turmoil over this decision, spending every moment alone trying to figure out pros and cons and why’s and wherefores’. “Wishing there was a fourth option that made everyone happy, but that’s not on the cards…” you sighed.
“It’ll be okay, in the end. Whoever you choose, as long as you are happy that’s all any of us can ask for.” You felt your heart squeeze itself inside your chest, and your head asking so many questions…
I was happy with you, but then…
“That’s sweet. Thank you,” was all you could muster. The confusion on your mind had threatened to spill out, but somehow your self-control set in.
The pair of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, finishing your ramen, watching the sky’s changing gradients in peaceful quiet.
Once finished, Namjoon took your empty ramen cup with his and set them on the floor beside the wicker bench, getting himself comfortable again as you shuffled slightly closer with your blanket.
“Do you mind, if I…?” his question trailed off as he lifted his arm closest to you, gesturing as if he’d like you to fill the gap at his side. You just smiled him and slid closer, lifting your feet onto the bench beside you and allowing your body to lean into his, his around your shoulders.
It was comfortable, safe. Namjoon wasn’t competing with anyone but himself. He paid no mind to the other men in the house, his sole focus was you.
You talked a little, sometimes about the stars coming into view, sometimes about memories of the past, people you once knew with him. You talked about your life since each other, the god and the bad, and it was just as easy as it always had been.
In the moments of silence, however, you replayed the day you left him. The Namjoon you knew back then, seemed to be the same guy he was now. So then… why? Why did he change his mind? What went so wrong that made him get so sick of you?
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A weekend away was always a nice idea, but one without Namjoon felt strange… The ‘no guys allowed’ policy of a bachelorette party was a sacred oath though, and you weren’t one to mess with traditions. Especially not when your best friend was the definition of ‘Bridezilla’.
But hey, it was over now at least. And thankfully, you’d made good time on the road back from the airport. Namjoon wasn’t expecting you home for a good while yet, but the extra time together over the rest of the day would be nice after a few days apart. You were sure he’d love the surprise.
You crept up to the front door of your shared apartment, and wrestled with the key in the lock as quietly as you possibly could, trying to not announce your arrival until the last possible moment. Somehow, you made your way into the apartment almost silently, but Namjoon hadn’t noticed.
You heard his voice before you saw him, coming from the living room. Only a one sided conversation – he must be on the phone. So you crept up silently and stood yourself in the doorway to the living room, waiting patiently behind him for him to finish the conversation.
“No, I just don’t know what to do anymore though, Yoongi…” he seemed to be in some kind of turmoil. Your brow furrowed – maybe it was something you could help with? Did something happen while you were away? But either way, it made sense that he’d call his best friend for the answers, since he thought you’d still be travelling home.
“No, of course I haven’t told her… Well I don’t know, I just don’t know how she’d react to this!”
Okay, that was strange. Did he mean… you? How you’d react to what?
“I’m so sick of her… I can’t do anything without her just being there. Like, have you got nothing better to do? It’s pathetic.”
He… he just… No way?
Your heart beat hard in your chest, and yet slower than it should, like it was just fighting to keep going… He was sick of you? But… he loved you, didn’t he?
“Yoongi I gave it time, and it worse. I can’t have her around me anymore, I have to do something about it. I’m just glad I have the weekend off, at least.”
That cemented it. You couldn’t listen to this anymore, and you didn’t want to confront him either. It hurt too much to know he’d been lying to you, he was sick of you, he didn’t want you anymore.
He didn’t want you anymore.
With just as little sound as before, you left your apartment again, silent tears streaming down your face.
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The memory of that day was one of the most painful you had. The least dramatic of your breakups perhaps, but you were so in love with Namjoon. And for him to decide he couldn’t stand you anymore… it cut deeper than any man had ever hurt you.
“Hey, um… Could I… ask you something?” he asked shyly, halting your train of thought. He avoided eye contact with you, playing with the edge of the apron he was still, for some reason, wearing.
“Yeah, go ahead…” You spoke softly, still reeling a little from the hurt you’d brought back up in your own head.
A beat or two of silence went by, Namjoon lifting his gaze to the horizon and take a deep breath. Whatever it was, it was hard for him. He was nervous.
“Why did you leave me?” He looked at you then, with such sadness in his eyes. But… he couldn’t be. He knew why. Sure, you had upped and left without saying anything to him, ignoring his calls, his texts, just telling him when you were picking your stuff up whilst he was at work. But he had to have put two and two together by now…
“You know why, Namjoon,” you deadpanned, sitting up straight again. This didn’t feel like a particularly affectionate turn of conversation. In fact, your guard was back up, the wall you’d spent weeks bringing down around him rebuilt in a matter of seconds.
“No, I really don’t… I thought everything was good with us.”
Anger boiled under the surface; was he just doing this because he wanted to win? Because the prize of a damn TV show was just more important than your feelings? Because he wanted to prove to you and everyone watching that he could win you back?
“Namjoon don’t, pretending and gaslighting me into thinking I was wrong isn’t going to work. God, I can’t believe you!” you stood up, the blanket around you slipping from the silk fabric of your dress. You strode over to the balcony railing, looking out instead of looking back.
“I’m not pretending anything, ____. I don’t get it. You went away on a girl’s weekend and then I never see you again. You just up and leave with no reason. I spent months trying to figure out what I did, if you met someone else… It fucking killed me, ____!” His tone matched your level of anger, spilling over. Clearly, he’d been repressing this for some time.
You span around on your strappy heels, “someone else?” you squealed. “It was only ever YOU, Namjoon. YOU broke MY damn heart, how dare you try and play victim!”
“WHAT DID I DO?” he yelled, sounding out every syllable with each step he took towards you, invading your personal space.
“’No, I haven’t told her’, ‘I’m sick of her, Yoongi’, ‘She’s always there, it’s pathetic’, ‘I’m glad I had the weekend off at least’.” You were paraphrasing, but you remembered what he said well enough to reel off the basics as tears threatened to fall. Not now, you got over this, you were okay…
Namjoon looked bewildered, like you’d just told him his uncle was the Pope. The confusion knitted his brows together as he stepped back just a little.
“How did you hear all of that…?” he asked when realisation finally set in. At that, you smiled. Not amused, not happy, but because he proved you right.
“Snuck in quietly to surprise your stupid ass,” you spat.
“And you never thought to ask what the fuck I was actually talking about, hm? You just thought that out of nowhere, after all that time together, I was hiding being sick of you? Jesus ____, you know I’m not a good liar how the hell would I have managed to do that?” He was still shouting, but his anger wasn’t directed at you – it was directed at all the lost time. And for no reason.
“Then what…?” you began, but he interrupted.
“Do you remember that blonde girl in the green dress at my work Christmas party that one time? Alice? You made a joke, said she looked like she was into me and jealous of you. Well, you were right.
“She was getting worse and flirting all the time, but then she started getting creepy, leaving me weird little love notes on post-its at my desk, and sending me emails asking if I wanted to meet her. She started following me around the office, to my car at the end of the day. She got my phone number off the system, was texting me all the damn time…
“I didn’t tell you, didn’t want you to worry or do anything rash – I knew your temper and I knew you’d freak. I only told Yoongi, and with you gone, he was worried she’d find out and try something. The ‘weekend off’ you mentioned? That was my weekend off from WORK, not from you. Never from you…” his voice cracked, the vein in his forehead straining as he yelled.
You stood in stunned silence, processing. Watching him. He looked broken, his eyes glossing and tears falling and he ran his hand over his shorter hair, taking deep breaths to steady himself.
You felt like a complete bitch.
“You left, and I… I didn’t know what to do with myself,” he sobbed, hiding his face in his hands and aggressively wiping the tears away.
“Namjoon, I…”
“I loved you so much,” he yelled, looking at you with so much hurt in his face, “and you threw away two years of something so good!” he stepped towards you again, towering over you. He didn’t feel intimidating; if anything, he felt desperate. Like he so desperately wanted to touch you and was fighting with himself to just be close to you. His defences were up too, and his resolve was crumbling.
“I just wished I’d heard you… I could have run after you, I could have explained,” he sobbed, staring at the space between your feet at the floor. He’d taken to blaming himself instead of you in a split second – a sign his mind was racing with thoughts, processing but not really processing anything because it was all just too fast, too much at once.
“No, no… Namjoon, no please, don’t blame yourself,” you begged, choking on your held back cries as you cupped his face in both hands, trying your best to comfort him but letting him cry at the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” You repeated it, over and over.
His shoulders shook as you held his face, pressing your forehead to his in an attempt to comfort him. Being shorter than him, he had to lower his head to be held by you, but he needed to be close to you. You could feel his tears running from the tip of his nose to yours where they met, and the guilt you felt was phenomenal.
You shushed him quietly like a child as he whimpered and nuzzled his nose against yours, finding comfort in the contact, losing himself in his emotions. The first light brush of his lips against yours was purely accidental, just angling his head a little too far as he sought your comfort.
But the second had been intentional… followed by a barely-there peck to the lips. Then another when you didn’t pull away. And another, that you reciprocated.
And then in a flash, his hands were on your waist, holding you as he pressed his lips to yours. It took absolutely no encouragement for you to kiss him back, the need too great to ignore. Both of you were desperate for each other.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned into you, holding you up by your waist as he chased your lips. They moved together with such a synchronicity, one you were familiar with but hadn’t felt in so long.
His arms wrapped around you so tightly, like he was terrified this was all in his head and if he let you go, you’d disappear forever. He couldn’t cope with that again…
Neither of you knew who took the first step, but it didn’t matter – the two of you, still locked in each other’s embrace and caught in the most passionate kiss of your lives, edged step by step back in through the French doors of the balcony. Namjoon’s legs eventually hit the edge of his bed, and he sat down, immediately parting his thighs for you to stand between.
He stared up at you for a moment, cheeks still wet with tears and just took a moment to drink you in – the way your make-up matched your dress, simplistic yet complimentary, the way you’d pinned your hair up of your face, but a few of your natural curls hung loose around your face and the way your tiny little baby hairs were perfectly styled against the chestnut complexion of your skin.
His hands rested comfortably on your hips as he stared, his eyes scanning every tiny little feature on your face that he’d missed so much, engraving them into his memory once again. Your hands cupped his face, thumbs swiping over the damp trails under his eyes to rid him of his sadness.
Wordlessly, you gathered the hem of your dress up to the middle of your thighs, lifting one knee to rest next to his hip, and the other as he kept you steady. You sank down to sit comfortably on his thick thighs, and dipped your head to connect your lips with his.
You didn’t want to waste any time – you felt like you had wasted plenty with Namjoon, all because you had made an assumption – and so you reached your arms under his to wrap behind him, untying the knot of the apron that he’d mindlessly forgotten to remove himself. He smiled into your kiss at his own moment of idiocy, allowing enough space for you to pull the strap from around his neck over his head, and discard the apron to the floor.
Up close and personal like this, you could finally see the efforts of his self-care since you’d split – his shirt felt tight against his chest and arms, rounded muscles defined under the creases. He felt different under your touch now, the familiar contours of his body still there yet, filled in.
One by one, your hands undid the buttons of his shirt as you got lost in another kiss, exposing the golden tone of his chest. You pulled it from the waistband of his pants and quickly peeled it from his shoulders, that too now discarded to the floor.
For just a moment, you pulled your lips from his to take in his expression, reaching up behind you to pull the long and singular hair pin that held your curls in place. Namjoon felt like he was watching a scene from a movie, time moving in slow motion as your hair fell and bounced past your shoulders. The moment almost felt surreal to him, but he knew it wasn’t – you’d always been this mesmerising.
The hands that sat at your waist slipped along the silk of your dress to your exposed thighs, dipping under the fabric to slide it out of the way, past your hips, your waist, your arms, raised over your head to allow it to come off in one fell swoop.
At the exposure of your chest, held up by the strapless bra you’d worn to accommodate the thin straps of the dress, Namjoon shifted a little under you. You knew what that meant, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t send a little shiver of excitement down your spine.
Namjoon couldn’t stop himself from planting his lips to your collarbone, leaving damp little kisses in his wake as he swept from the left to the right, and starting his descent down to the fullness of your breast above the cup of your bra.
As his lips lowered, he undid the clasp of your bra, giving more room to descend further. The cold air from the open balcony door hit you, goosepimples erupting over your body. A barely audible moan slipped from between your lips at the kisses he was leaving, until finally he reached your nipples, hardened already with arousal. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut, that little moan growing into something more.
The hunger in Namjoon’s movements grew, hands tightening around your waist, his kisses turning from small to open-mouthed, little groans vibrating against your skin. The warmth of his tongue lapping at your breast was heavenly, pleasure rippling through you. You couldn’t help the way your hips rolled in his lap, grinding against the bulge in Joon’s pants. It was getting harder and harder to ignore, and whilst you so badly wanted to take your time with him, to feel every moment with him, you couldn’t ignore the need screaming inside you.
“Need you, Joonie…” you whined, rolling your hips again. He lifted his head to look back up at you, broken from his trance by the sound of your voice.
“You’ve got me, I’m here,” he reassured, ghosting his fingertips over your cheek and reconnecting his lips with yours.
It was all too easy to get lost in kissing Namjoon, and every single time your lips had touched tonight it felt like you were soaring. It had always felt like this, and mentally you had kicked yourself for ever believing that Namjoon could get sick of you. You had become comfortable in your life together once you’d moved in with him, that much was true. But it didn’t remove that feeling of desire you had for him, and it definitely didn’t for him either.
Before you really knew what was happening, Namjoon’s hands slipped to beneath your thighs, and he stood up, holding you to his waist just long enough for him to turn around, and lower you to your back against the bed. He too had waited all too long to have you back, and your admission of need flipped a switch that made him all the more desperate to be with you.
Before he could crawl on top of you however, you sat up, reaching for the belt buckling his trousers and undoing it, along with the button and zipper, quickly rolling them and his boxers past his thick thighs until they dropped for him to step out of.
And in a flash, he was on you, pouncing like a lion on its prey. He slotted himself between your thighs and dove into a hungry kiss, ignited by the clear intention in undressing him as fast as you did. He knew what you wanted – he wanted it too. And he couldn’t deny it of either of you any longer.
You could feel his length pressing against the material of your underwear, the thinnest barrier between you and what you wanted. Namjoon made the most beautiful groan when he felt your hips raising, creating a friction he craved so bad.
With one hand by your head to steady himself, his other dipped below the lace that covered you, the pads of his fingers sliding through your folds with ease, coated instantly with your arousal. You moaned against his lips, parting them just enough for him to bite gently on your bottom lip.
He remembered easily what you liked, how you like to be touched, teased, where your most sensitive spots were as he dipped inside of you.
“Joonie, please…” you rolled your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you. It drove him absolutely wild…
So wild, that he slipped his fingers out of you and sat up on his knees, gripping the waistband of your underwear in both fists and tearing the fabric apart. He’d never done that before, not in the entire time you had dated before but my god your heart pounded in your chest.
With your underwear in tatters and tossed somewhere else, there was nothing between you anymore. And after that little display, you had to have him – now.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you brought him back down to you, showing your desperation when you parted your legs for him and moaned against his lips at the contact from the head of his swollen cock against your core.
He loved your moans, could get high from them. With every one he needed more, like an addict. He needed another hit.
Slowly, he lined himself up, the head of his cock catching on your waiting hole, and he pushed inside you. The stretch felt like heaven, his girth not a surprise, of course, but always so welcome. He made sure you were comfortable, all the time still kissing you with clear intent. He was slow, meticulous, and very aware of your pleasure despite his own being unbearably good.
A low groan rumbled in his chest as he bottomed out, completely sheathed inside your warmth, and hugged so tightly by your walls. He felt himself pulsing, his body willing him to continue, so let him feel.
It took no encouragement at all for him to begin his movements, his hips rolling in long, languid strokes that drove you wild with desire.
“M-missed you so much,” he stuttered, attaching himself to your neck and suckling lightly. God, he wanted to leave pretty marks there, darkening your skin at his will but he thought better of it. He didn’t want the questions from the others, the obvious speculation surrounding them all over TV and social media.
“I know, Joon… Missed you too,” you keened, arms around his neck and playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck – a little thing to focus on to keep you grounded. With how good he was making you feel, you needed grounding or it would all be over far too quickly.
But with each stroke, it was getting harder to stave off the impending high – for the both of you. Namjoon could feel the way your body fluttered around him, how you would tighten every so often when he hit a precise spot and it was driving him to distraction.
No other words needed exchanging, not when Namjoon looked up at you and connected your gazes – his face told you everything you needed to know, and yours for him. He knew that at the end of all of this, there was a possibility he could lose you all over again. His heart ached at the thought, but he had answers now at the very least. Whether he had done enough in the past few weeks to win you over again wasn’t clear, but he so hoped so.
He knew of your past with Jungkook, how much that had hurt you. He knew from open conversations with him that he was different now, no matter how he presented himself. He wondered if you’d rather try again with Jungkook or himself, or if you’d wipe the slate clean and start something new with Changkyun.
But he hoped you could read his mind, just in that moment, and could hear him telling you how much he absolutely still loved you. Hope was all he had, and he’d be damned if he let that go.
But he had to push that aside and focus on the here and now, and how incredible it felt to be with you again in the most intimate way possible.
He managed to snake a hand down between the two of you, his fingers toying with your sensitive clit. Your eyes rolled back at the new sensation, hands toying with his hair curling into fists holding onto absolutely nothing. He made a mental note to grow it out a little again if you chose him, wishing he hadn’t cut it to feel your fingers pulling at his hair the way you used to.
Your moans grew louder, more frequent, and he could feel you squeezing him with every thrust over and over again. It was getting harder to ignore the heat in your stomach, building and building with such intensity. Namjoon was losing his mind, thrusts becoming harder and faster, his fingers working their magic. He was chasing your high instead of his own, staving it off to give you what you wanted, what you deserved.
“J-Joon, I can’t-“ you panted, dangling on the edge.
“It’s… It’s okay baby. I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he cooed. His encouragement sealed your fate, and you just let go.
Pleasure burst inside of you like a firework. Your moans turned to cries, your arms and legs tightened impossibly around Namjoon and your eyes squeezed shut. He didn’t stop his movements, still working you through your orgasm, giving you the best he could muster. It was a struggle, keeping his pace when you were tightening to much around him and writhing underneath him. Nothing could possibly turn him on more…
But it wasn’t until you came down again that he really picked his pace back up, able to steady himself to bring his own end. You coaxed it out of him, peppering kisses to his lips, his jaw, his neck, hands all over his body as you lazily induced as much pleasure from him as possible.
“Cum, Joonie…” you cooed in his ear, pressing another kiss to his neck just below before regaining eye contact with him. His eyes were hooded, lust clear in them as he drank you in – sweaty, sleepy but so beautiful.
With one final, deep kiss he lost his rhythm, hips stuttering as he came inside you, whimpering against your lips. You held him close, kissed him through it, letting him enjoy those last few thrusts until he couldn’t do anymore. Totally spent, he lowered himself gently to lay against your side, his length slipping from between your legs and softening contentedly.
You held him close to you, both of you exhausted and in your own little thought bubbles. Namjoon couldn’t help but think of the end of the show, wondering who you might pick, if it could be him. After such an incredible high with you, he was terrified he was hurtling towards another low when you chose someone else.
And you? Well, you were more conflicted than ever, imagining every possible scenario in your end for that final show. Each of them getting that winning rose, each of them having several different reactions. It played out like a movie scene over and over in your mind and you were absolutely terrified of the outcome of each.
As you lay with Namjoon, you wrestled with so many emotions. Comfort, happiness, fear, sadness, heartbreak, adoration; but one settled in the pit of your stomach, perhaps the bitterest of all of them to swallow.
Guilt.
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On the morning of that final day, you lay in your own bed alone. You figured if you just stayed there, time would stop and you wouldn’t have to make that horrible decision. You wouldn’t have to let down two people you adored – two you hadn’t even made your mind up on yet.
You’d barely slept, tossing and turning until the early hours when your poor mind had had enough and simply couldn’t stay awake any longer.
Namjoon; the love of your life, the one that got away. The one you had ruined. The one you never got over.
Jungkook; the bad-boy recovered addict. The party animal, ladies’ man. The heartthrob you fell for, and now cannot deny a connection with.
Changkyun; the stoic newbie. The sweetheart introvert. The passionately defensive you had grown to adore.
Your head span with the different possibilities, imagining lives with each of them outside of the villa. What would living with each of them be like? What kind of life could you picture with them?
With Namjoon, you imagined very much picking up where you left off. Integrating back into his life, his friends, his family merging back with your own. In six months or so, being able to laugh about the stupid mistake you had made. Perhaps after a year, a proposal, two a marriage, maybe a kid or two. It was so easy to imagine it with Namjoon, because you had been here before. You already knew what you wanted with him – but what if you couldn’t move past the separation? What if he held it over your head, even unconsciously?
A life with Jungkook was harder to imagine… You kept coming back to the life you left behind so many years ago. The parties that went on until the sun rose, the drugs you found yourself so willing to partake in, the jealousy followed by the passionate make-up sex. But you were so young then, so naïve. You fell for his bad boy act, and at face value Jungkook was still a bad boy. However, you couldn’t disregard his progress.
Upon seeing him on that first day, you immediately noticed he’d filled out from the skinnier muscled man you remembered. The dark circles he used to wear under his eyes daily had vanished, the pale and translucent skin much more opaque now, no longer tinted by the blue of his veins beneath the surface. He looked well, and you must conclude that he was sober – from the drugs, at least. But the ladies’ man in him, his intimidating aura and possessiveness… well, they very much still seemed present.
But you couldn’t deny that connection, that passion and attraction. And after spending time with him again in the villa, you were sure it may have grown to some genuine feelings.
A future with Changkyun? Well, that felt a little more unknown. Of course, you didn’t have experience in dating him. He was the new guy, the only one left who wasn’t a past boyfriend. Getting to know him had been like uncovering a new part of a Russian doll, exposing the artwork underneath each layer as you stripped him of his exterior walls.
He would come across as uncaring, unbothered in the beginning with a cold manner, but the more you put into your relationship, the more you saw his introverted self. He was sweet, despite speaking his mind often. He would seem to be arrogant, judgemental even but you knew now that he wasn’t – not at all. This was a man who liked to be held, to be touched, to be close to the person he loved.
A life with him seemed like an exciting prospect, full of unknowns and of firsts. The pages of those chapters were empty, just waiting to be written. There was no past to worry about, no expectations based on the way things used to be.
But no matter what you imagination could cook up about all three of them, you knew one thing was certain – you loved all three.
As you struggled, wrestling with your mind for an immeasurable amount of time in bed, avoiding what was beyond your bedroom door, you heard a light knock on the wood. Three rasps.
You sat bolt upright, eyes wide. You weren’t sure who was on the other side, but you didn’t want to see anyone right now, didn’t want to admit that anything else existed outside these four walls. But your natural reflex was to shout to them, allowing them entry.
Your door creaked open slowly, and a black mop of hair peaked around and smiled at you softly.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Jungkook cooed, hovering behind the door. “Do you mind if I come in?” He chewed his lip ring anxiously, waiting.
“Yeah, sure.” Your smile was weak, and Jungkook noticed. He wondered what you were thinking before he came along, if you were doing okay given the gravity of the situation you found yourself in today. He had no idea if you’d chosen, or if you were stuck on your choice. Not knowing anything was killing him.
But he shuffled over to sit on the edge of your bed, shutting the door behind him. He carried a little wooden box in his hand, locked with a gold hook clasp.
For a moment, he didn’t look at you. He simply stared at the box in his hands, perhaps trying to find the words to begin the conversation he’d been holding off on having the whole time you were here.
Jungkook wasn’t one for feeling vulnerable. He wasn’t good at that, never liked to feel small. You knew this was probably something to do with his childhood, but even in your two year long relationship, he’d been particularly vague about that too.
But he had to force himself to come to you today, to tell you what he needed to before it was too late. ‘This isn’t about you, Jungkook. This is for her,’ he had told himself. And then he found his way here, all practise of the words he wanted to say vanished from his head.
“Are you alright, Jungkook?” you asked after the silence seemed to go on for just a touch too long.
“Yeah, yeah… I just-“ he began, but paused for thought again. “Well first, I wanted to apologise to you. For the other day, with Changkyun. I guess I was annoyed that we’d been interrupted, but when he called me that, I just… it hurt, and I saw red. I’m working on that, I swear.” His eyes met yours as he was speaking, and you could see a sincerity there. His eyes seemed wide, almost childlike. You got glimpses of this part of him when you were together, and you learned that this was the face of truth for him. You trusted his word when he looked at you like this, because he had nowhere to hide.
“I understand, it’s not a nice word. He was out of line for that…” you agreed, reaching your palm out to his shoulder to give him a reassuring squeeze.
“Yeah… Well, we talked it out. I apologised, he apologised. We’re square.”
“I’m glad,” you smiled, but Jungkook could see the weakness still in it.
“But, I have more to apologise for – especially to you. I mean, I ruined your life,” he chuckled, with absolutely no humour to it whatsoever. “I stole from you, I made you jealous, played you. I didn’t cheat, but for all the emotional trauma I caused you I may as well have… I was a shit, ____. I’m so sorry.”
His wide eyes seemed glassy, like he was fighting back tears of regret. You hadn’t expected an apology of this nature from him, nor did you realise you needed one until he’d spoken it. But there was closure on that era now, and a slight weight from your shoulders. The fact he was even acknowledging what he had done showed growth, because you remembered vividly the insane denial he was in when you chose to leave.
“I forgive you, Jungkook.”
His head, that had dropped with his apology in shame, snapped up to look back at you.
“Y-You don’t have to… I understand if you don’t, I was such a-“
“Jungkook,” you stopped him, holding his chin in place to look at you, “I forgive you,” you said again. He looked at you with tears in his eyes, threatening to spill, and pulled you into a hug. His arms wrapped around you so strongly, like he’d been so desperate to hear you forgive him. He let a few of his tears go, whispering a ‘thank you’ into your hair as you rubbed his back.
“I, um… I wanted to show you something,” he started as he let go, sitting upright and wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Part of me worries that you might still see me as that junkie,” his nose scrunched at the word, “that addict… I wouldn’t blame you, but here,” he handed you the box he brought in with him.
You looked at him with confusion, but he nodded at you to open it, and so you unhooked the clasp, and lifted the lid.
Inside were an abundance of what looked like coins, golden and shimmering like they’d been recently cleaned, kept with care. As you picked one up, you read the inscription.
‘To thine own self be true,’ it read around the edge, with a triangle in the middle. On each edge of the triangle, ‘Unity’, ‘Service’ and ‘Recovery’. And inside it, the number one.
“That’s from day one, my welcome chip,” he explained. You looked up at him, realising what this meant.
“Narcotics anonymous?” you asked. He nodded. A swell of pride flourished in your chest.
You put the coin back, and started to drag your fingers through the rest of them, and there were a lot… One month, two months, six months, a year, two years, right the way up to five years. Five years.
“There’s a few welcome chips in there, a couple of one months… I relapsed a few times, but now it’s been over five years,” he explained. “I learned a lot about myself in that time, ____. And I’ve made the mistake of not showing you that side of me while I’ve been here.
“I guess I showed you the same Jungkook you fell for in college, but we’re not kids anymore,” he chuckled at that. “I should have shown you the new me from the start – the same Jungkook, but mature now. Well, to an extent…” he winked at you, still playful. “I know what I did wrong, I mean… our relationship was thrilling but Jesus, it was so unhealthy. We were like a couple from Euphoria or some shit, y’know?” he laughed.
“That’s exactly what it was,” you joked. A moment went by whilst the quiet settled, and you couldn’t help but run your fingers over the shine of the coins in your lap. “I’m really proud of you, Kook.”
You smiled at each other, a silent understanding between the two of you.
“I couldn’t let you go without giving you some kind of closure, ____. I’m sorry it took this long,” he reached for your hand, holding it gently in his. “If you don’t choose me today, that’s okay. The most important thing about all of this was making sure you could close the door on that chapter now. All I want is for you to be happy, whether that’s with me or with somebody else. I’ll keep working on myself either way.”
You sniffled, wiping away the few stray tears that dripped down your cheeks. You hadn’t realised you needed this, but you really did. You had healed as much as possible in the years since you left him, but this? It felt like the final stitch in an open wound.
“Thank you,” you sighed, before leaning into him to give him a soft kiss. Jungkook’s shoulders dropped, tension flowing out of him as he kissed you back.
And Jungkook simply left you to it, taking his little box of sobriety coins with him but leaving you with a slight morsel of clarity, but an immense sense of pride.
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Sat in the make-up trailer, you still weren’t sure who the hell you were going to pick. As the stylists worked on your hair and painted your face, you stared at yourself in the mirror.
Your mind raced as fast as your poor heart, beating like a hummingbird’s wings in your chest. In no less than 10 minutes, you’d be walking down the path in the rose garden, confronting the three men you knew you loved in front of a live audience or God knows how many at home.
To them this was just a reality show, but to you? This was your reality. This was your life, your feelings and theirs too – Changkyun, Namjoon and Jungkook.
Three men you adored, that you wanted to keep in your lives but after today, two of them would blink from existence again.
“Five minute call!” someone shouted outside the trailer, and a swarm of butterflies erupted in your stomach. The stylists stepped away from you, ushering you towards the rack of dresses you’d worn throughout the season for each rose ceremony, the final one hanging on the end.
A simple, wine-red, floor-length gown that clung to your waist and fell to the floor, corseted at the back for a sleek fit with a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder sleeves. Elegant, beautiful, sexy – exactly what you would expect from a season finale dress.
But you could barely focus on how you looked right now, or what you were wearing. The butterflies in your stomach were too violent, throwing themselves at your stomach walls desperate to escape. You understood – if only you could escape too.
With only two minutes left, a member of the production crew helped you step down from the trailer in your heels, and walked you to your hidden spot at the end of the path to the rose garden. You could hear the distant chatter of the host, but kept your eye on the production crew who listened to his headset intently, and began counting you down on his fingers.
He hit one, and you began to walk the path, steadily, ignoring those damn butterflies. You took your place, facing the three men you’d brought this far into the competition. They each smiled at you, but clearly all absolutely terrified.
Next to you was a table, with a small purple table cloth draped over it, and a single red rose resting, waiting for you to make your choice.
“Welcome, ____. You look beautiful, this evening,” the host welcomed you.
“Thank you,” you smiled sweetly.
“So…” he began, “this is it! In front of you, three bachelors. Only one of which, you will choose as your bachelor. _____, how are you feeling right now?”
You knew that question was coming, merely a formality of the show, but you had no idea how to answer it.
Sick. Terrified. Guilty. Torn.
“Just trying to stay calm, I think,” you joked, “This isn’t easy at all…”
The host shot you a sympathetic look. “No, I’m sure it isn’t… But ____, the time has come. If you’d like to pick up your rose…”
You did as instructed, reaching for the delicate flower and holding it gently between your fingers.
“In your own time, you must walk to your bachelor of choice, and hand over the rose.”
You’d been told beforehand that ‘in your own time’, meant you had to address each of the men individually, say a little something then take a bit of a breath before you made your choice. TV magic, of course. All so they had time to signal you, to match the tension music that only the audience could hear, to build the atmosphere.
To you, it sounded like deafening silence.
You turned to the first of the three, Changkyun.
“Changkyun…” you began.
“Hey ____,” he smiled sweetly. He looked fantastic as always, a dark navy shirt tucked into grey pants.
“I’d like to say thank you, for opening up to me and letting me break down those walls. It means a lot that you trust me,” you said. You hadn’t practised any of this, just letting yourself speak from the heart – there was no possible way you could have planned lines to memorise when your head had been racing all day.
“Of course, you made it easy,” he said, kissing his fingertips and blowing an air kiss your way. You smiled and looked down at your feet as you turned to the middle man – Jungkook.
You sighed, shoulders dropped as you looked at him – classic Jungkook, all in black.
“I can’t believe the change in you, Jungkook. I’d always hoped you could do it, for yourself. I’m so proud,” you smiled sincerely.
“You were the wake up call I needed, ____. Thank you.”
And finally, you turned to Namjoon. He looked effortlessly timeless, a black suit with a white shirt, the top button undone.
He looked visibly terrified, more nervous than the other two seemed to be. But then, maybe they were just better at hiding it. Jungkook had been hiding his truth the whole time after all, and Changkyun? Well, he too was able to mask his emotions if he felt too vulnerable.
But Namjoon wore his heart on his sleeve, and that was evident now.
“Namjoon,” you started, “I’m glad you came here.” And honestly, you so were. The air had been cleared, and you could see his growth since you had split too, his commitment to himself unwavering.
“I’m glad I did too, ____.”
The exchange was so simple, but loaded with so much that the viewers could only guess at given the footage of your talk, your argument and your passionate night together – minus the sex, of course. There had to be limits to where and when the cameras were rolling.
And now, the moment of silence to build the tension…
But your brain wasn’t silent. Instead, your brain went through every scenario again, from the past weeks in the villa, the lives you had already shared with two of them, the resolutions, the new love, the images of the possible futures…
You looked at each of them again, eyes darting between them all but Jungkook caught your eye…
He was the only one smiling, the one who didn’t look nervous. When your gaze stopped on him, his smile grew a little. Not out of cockiness, or because he thought he’d won. But what it really was, was an acceptance.
‘It’s okay,’ he mouthed to you. ‘I’m okay’.
He wanted you to know that if you didn’t choose him? That’s okay. He knew. He knew he wasn’t the one, but he had made his peace with you. He did what he came here to do, and he was happy.
You smiled and nodded slightly, understanding.
And then you took a moment, just a flash of time, to look at all three of them at once, taking all of it in.
But it became so clear, the more you looked at them all. You knew who you wanted, who you wanted all this time. And it came down to one very simple thing.
The future.
Who could you see spending your future with. Who did you want a life with?
The producer behind one of the cameras gave you your signal, and with a deep breath, your feet started to carry you.
Your head was finally quiet, the raging war inside at a ceasefire. This made sense to you, and you almost kicked yourself for not seeing it sooner. You needed that clarity though, that moment with all three of them in front of you, imagining the future you could have with all of them individually but able to really see them.
Your feet stopped, and you looked up.
It took everything in you not to laugh – his expression was one of comedic shock and disbelief.
“M-me?” he stuttered.
“You. Always you,” you replied, reaching for his hand and wrapping it around yours that held the rose.
“I want you to have this rose, Namjoon.”
His shock turned to a grin, his eyes filling with tears as he wrapped his fingers around yours, stepping a little closer to you.
Of course, it was Namjoon. It had to be him. It had always been him. You were picturing your future with him just weeks after you had met for the first time. And the thing was, that picture hadn’t changed.
He was still him, except the growth he had made personally was exactly what you had hoped for, exactly the kind of man you knew he would grow into. You realised he had been proving you right, living out the future you had planned for the two of you despite you not being in it.
But you wanted to be, and you knew you could be. The rest of your fantasy was just waiting to become reality.
“I never stopped loving you,” you cried, your own tears starting to fall as he held you.
“Neither did I. I’m so glad I found you again,” he grinned, leaning into you to give you a soft kiss. Now he knew you were his again, he was yours.
About now, the credits had started to roll on the scene, little snippets of singular interviews playing alongside the live scenes to the viewers.
You pulled apart, and turned to the other two who had graciously been applauding the two of you. Jungkook, smiling widely, happy for you. Changkyun smiling too, although a little more disappointed than Jungkook.
But you turned to hug them anyway, bringing them in to apologise – although the audience couldn’t hear it over the credits – whilst they each took turns shaking hands, giving one armed hugs and accepting their positions now.
The dust was settled, and the choice had been made. Even Changkyun had to admit, it felt like the obvious choice. Much like Jungkook, seeing you happy was quite enough for him, whether he loved you or not.
And it was. Namjoon was your obvious choice. The right choice. The one that felt right in your mind, that calmed the butterflies when you stood in front of the three of them.
You would never make the same mistake you had before. He was the love of your life, he had been since you fell for him the first time.
But your time in the villa proved that you had fallen for him again, harder than before. The foundation of a relationship felt sturdy, now.
You were satisfied with your choice. You loved Namjoon, and he loved you.
Always had. Always will.
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University Superstar is 🤌🏻 Just so, SO good. I can do totally picture your JK 🫠🥴Thanks for sharing your immense talent with us🫰🏻 I’m an old ass fangirl and thought maybe if you ever decide to write asks that you could write about Namjoon with a much older artist or museum docent. 😏 I may or may not have had an exhibition or two 🖼️ and the idea that Kim Namjoon saw any of my pieces sends me… ⚰️
Kim Namjoon Drabble 1
[Summary]: Kim Namjoon is a frequent visitor at the museum you work at. In fact, he’s visited so often, he’s gained your museum's platinum gold card for passes on all exhibitions and the cafeteria’s sweet tea. You’ve come to realize that Namjoon is the biggest art nerd you’ve ever met outside of yourself when he started to find you after every exhibition and ask you questions about the artist. However, your subtle feelings for the man start to go a-wire when he beings to ask questions about you instead.
[Theme]: MuseumDocent!AU, Artist!AU, ArtNerdNamjoon!AU, Museum!AU, FriendsToLovers!AU
[Rating]: Fluffy fluff fluff; slice of life.
[Word Count]: 1,773
[A/N]: Hmmmm, this is going to be difficult. Mainly because I am only slightly younger than our golden maknae, Jjk. However, that doesn’t go to say that I haven’t read scenarios where Y/n was older than one of the members…but I also have not personally written any like that either. BUT! That doesn’t mean I can’t try. I hope this meets your expectations.
Besides, Namjoon in a museum makes me leek 🥬
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You love this museum.
The smell of it, the look of it, the organization of it — you love it all. You love it so much, you’ve become a docent there.
Walking about the museum while you flaunt your knowledge on the various famous pieces, featured pieces, and sometimes, some of your own pieces, has been the source of your happiness for years now.
Your job never lets you down. In fact, you find that by the end of the day, your spirits have been lifted higher than what it was the last time you came home from work.
Especially nowadays.
Recently, a certain someone has been a part of nearly every single tour you have conducted within the past two weeks. He’s a tall man — sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the many old people and young children in the groups you guide. Not to mention, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, and teeth that flash at you with every new piece of information you tell him, the man has somewhat stolen your heart. Even more so when he somehow finds you at the end of each guide to hound you for hours about the artists he found the most intriguing.
Kim Namjoon was his name, and given the many times he’s found you in the museum’s cafeteria after a guide, you’ve come to notice that the man has become such a frequent visitor he became eligible for the museum’s platinum gold membership card. Free sweet tea and admission to docent-guided tours, he took the upgrade and has since joined in on your groups.
There’s a pep and swing in your step as you make your way to work today. That twinge of nervousness you also contain shows as you shakily open the doors to the museum.
“You excited?” one of your best friends, Taehyung, asks. He’s smiling wide, clenching a pencil in his hand as he waits for your answer. You almost think he could be more excited than you with the way his eyes crinkle and his finger taps at the wood of the receptionists’ desk.
“You have no idea,” you laugh, swiping into the room that he stands in. You quickly clock in before you wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, hoping that your claminess goes away soon.
“I saw some of your pieces,” he faces you. “I still can’t believe those came from you! I know you’ve showed your pieces here before, but these are beyond anything I’ve ever seen you do. It’s like you went mad or something.”
You smile at his comment, a little blush forming on your face as you accept his compliment.
“That reminds me,” Taehyung grins once again. “A certain man by the name of Kim Namjoon is coming to your welcome exhibit. ‘Was the first to sign up.”
“I know,” you laugh. “He really likes art. It’s crazy how smart he is, too. I swear he grasps knowledge like a computer.”
“I dunno,” Taehyung purses his lips. “Seems he might like something else, too,”
“Stop it,” you shoot him a look. “Namjoon is an innocent nerd. Besides, I swear I’m like 10 years older than him.”
“Actually, 6 1/2,” Taehyung corrects.
“Point proven,” You observe while messing around with the computer in front of you.
“You do realize that there’s 5 other museum docents in this place, right?” your friend laughs. “Not to mention you usually conduct guides at the most inconvenient times for the general public. I doubt he’d come here and schedule tours with you if it meant he didn’t get to see you at any given moment during the week.”
“Have you ever thought of the possibility that maybe I'm just really good at my job?” you ask him teasingly.
“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs.
“I know,” you commence your teasing. “What I mean to say is, Namjoon is too… pure for that. I sincerely haven’t noticed a single flirtatious intent or ‘look in his eye’ during the multiple times he’s been here. Genuinely, he loves art and wants to know everything about it before moving on to learning about the next art style, time period, or artist he chooses to jump to next.”
“You could be right,” he looks to the door realizing that a customer has started walking up to the receptionist area. “Or he may have been asking me about you since before he started tagging along on your guides.”
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You’re thinking about what Taehyung said all day.
He’s been asking about you? What specifically has he been asking about? And for how long has he been doing so before he started making an appearance at every guide you conducted?
Questions flood your mind, but excitement also overwhelms it.
Your exhibit has fully opened.
All your selected pieces for this have been displayed just like how you envisioned them to be. There's a crowd of people waiting to see what you’ve got, and best of all, Namjoon is there. He’s got a giant notebook in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a big smile on his face as he spots you amongst the crowd.
You’re busy greeting critics, familiar faces, friends, family, and coworkers while you answer various questions and walk around the room explaining your art. You almost forget Namjoon is there until you get a free moment, and a tap on your shoulder sends a warm reminder that your eager art enthusiast has made it to your exhibit.
“I didn’t know you were an artist,” he smiles in awe while pointing to a painting near you two with the back of his pencil. “I have to say, though. Your pieces really make me think.”
“I’m no stranger to your questions, Namjoon. You know you can always ask me anything,” you blush.
“What was your muse?” he asks, still staring at the painting he pointed at. You have to turn around to look at which piece he’s talking about. Of course, this was one of your favorites out of all the pieces. You spent years on this one. Multiple trips to the same space out of the country, talks with natives, and fully immersing yourself like one. This one took the most thought and energy you’ve ever put into a piece. You’re flattered he’s mentioned this one out of all the others first.
“For this one, specifically? Or for the general theme of the exhibit?” you double-check.
“For this one — although, that was my second question,” he laughs. “I just happened to notice this one didn’t really match the theme. The rest all fall within a certain feeling, but this one caught my eye first.”
“I’m glad,” you banter. “This one is my favorite.”
“It’s mine, too,” he smirks, the warmness in his eyes flaming your entire body.
“As for the muse, it’s still hard to define,” you candor. “This one took the longest. So many stages of my 20s and mid-life crises and, well, life were all a mosh-pit of emotions on this one. I could only work on it in Iceland, too.”
“Iceland?”
“Yes,” you laugh at yourself. Saying it out loud, it sounded stranger than you thought it would. “So much inspiration came to me there. Before I knew it, I started saving the majority of my money just to travel there and work on this piece there.”
There's a pause. The business of the room engulfs you as the two of you look at your piece.
“I want to know you, Y/n,” he suddenly blurts out. You almost get whip-lash from how quickly you turn your head to face him once again. “You’re seriously such a talent to me. I want to know you and all your muses. What got you into art and art history and working here. All of it — I want to know it all.”
Now you’re seriously confused.
Maybe it was the way Taehyung told you that it was a likely possibility that Namjoon did like you despite your previous observations that he didn’t. Or maybe it's that glint in his eye that suggests that he truly wants to know more about you other than the fact that you work and present your art in the museum he frequently goes to. You don’t know. But you’ve always been opportunistic, so you take his mysterious sentiment into question.
“Namjoon, have you been talking about me with my co-worker?” you ask, that speed in your heartbeat making its way up your chest.
Namjoon blushes, smiling down at his notepad. “I knew that loser couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he laughs to himself. “I have. But I promise, all good things.”
“Namjoon, I have to be honest. Taehyung did say some thi—”
“It’s all true,” he nods his head while looking back up at you. “Listen Y/n, as much as I love your tours, this was the one I wanted to go on the most. Your art, your voice, your presence —this is what I was the most curious about. All those questions about the artists I asked you about after those tours — I genuinely just loved listening to your passion. Hearing you talk about what you love and looking at you show off the work you put your soul into. I dunno, maybe I’ve developed a crush.”
Your heart beats out of your chest. Are you really that oblivious? You’re 6 1/2 years older than this man — you should know when a person has been crushing on you by now!
“Namjoon, I’m old,” you blurt, laughing at yourself. A part of you can't help but feel a little insecure about your age. One to two years and you're usually in the 'go' for a lot of romantic things and partnerships with others. But 6 1/2? That's more so unheard of nowadays.
“I could call you ajumma if you wanted,” he smiles teasingly.
“I’ll kill you,” you playfully threaten him. The flutter in your tummy is a little too overwhelming as he flashes his teeth at you, that look telling you that he’s really serious about this crush he’s developed.
“Seriously, Y/n, I couldn’t give a fuck about age,” he says. “I stand by the fact that I’d become gay and date a 570-year-old da Vinci if he were still alive today.”
“Art whore,” you laugh.
“So let me take you out,” he continues, simmering his laughter. “Coffee tomorrow at 10?”
You feel a strange weight lifted off your shoulders. Nodding your head at his question, you feel like you’ve maybe developed a new muse.
[End]
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[A/N]: Ajumma (아줌마) - [N], a Korean term referring to a married or middle-aged woman; typically a woman of one's parents' age or older.
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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]
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💜: Don’t cut your hair anymore.
🐨: it’s okay, there’s not more hair to cut actually.
NAMJOOON STOPPP PLEASEEEEEE
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hi!💞 I love your content, I recently read Yoongi×jealous reader and I loved it, I would like to request a Namjoonx!jealousReader or maybe a jealous!NamjoonxReader if that's ok 🥴💗
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Bring The Fire; 2
Warnings: obsessive behaviour, mentions of suicide, dead bodies and more.
Genres: yandere, romance, Royal/Au, Isekai
“I can’t get married yet,” Jin whined, his back hitting the plush softness of his mattress.
“You're nearly thirty hyung, I’m surprised father hadn’t married you off sooner.” Jimin snorted from the doorway.
The seven brothers had gathered in their eldest brother's room to discuss a plan. None of them were willing to get married-- at least not yet. While it wasn’t uncommon to marry young, most did, the brothers weren’t ready. They had all swore to faithful husbands, each of them hating how their father treated their mothers. How miserable the women were, wishing to be the centre of their husbands affections.
They wanted to have one wife, unlike their father, and while yes, they will have their concubines, their love will lay with their wife. And these princes, they weren’t ready for that responsibility, they still wanted to flirt and fuck their way through kingdoms and empires.
“Father doesn’t care what he does,” Hoseok snorted, before flicking his wrist toward Yoongi. “It comes down to him.”
The eldest two rolled their eyes, despite knowing the truth to Hoseok’s statement. Despite Seokjin being the eldest of the seven sons, first born to the Emperor, Yoongi was the son of the deceased original Empress, So-Ra, which his father had decided meant that Yoongi would be the son to take over the throne upon his death.
Much to the scarred boy's disgust.
“If at least one of us could get married, I’m sure it would settle father enough.” Namjoon hummed, changing the subject. “It could distract him long enough for the six of us to have more time.” His eyes moved between his brothers, each of them nodding slowly as they considered the idea.
“And just who, Namjoon, is going to get married?” Seokjin inquired, head tilting to the side so his cheek rested on his mattress, giving him a better view of his little brother.
Namjoon sucked his lower lip between his teeth, “Well, I hadn’t thought that fa--”
“I say Seokjin should,” Jimin grinned, throwing an arm over his ‘twin’ brother, Taehyung. “He is the eldest after all.”
Taehyung nodded in agreement, even Hoseok hummed in approval. Seokjin, however, didn't like the idea of being sacrificed for his brother's pleasures.
He flew upwards, finally sitting up for their meeting. “Me?” He screeched, eyes zeroing in on the youngest three brothers. “If anyone should be taking the fall, it should be one of you three, you're all useless anyway!”
“Jeongguk would be a good sacrifice.” Yoongi piqued up, grinning over to the younger boy who had paled.
“Wha--What? Me?!” He spluttered, pointing a finger into his chest. “I just got out of a very damaging relationship!” He argued, glaring at his brothers as they laughed.
“Oh please, the two of you weren’t even together. You had a crush on a kitchen wench Jeongguk, she didn’t even like you.” Taehyung cackled, his head throwing back at the youngest delusions.
Jeongguk growled, standing from the sofa he sat on with the Hoseok and Yoongi, pointing a finger in Taehyung's face. “At least Jin-i was in an arranged marriage, Mae-chang left you for another man.” The room fell silent for a moment, the brothers watching the youngest two bicker.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Taehyung said calmly, his tone shaky as he tried to remain collected. “And I suggest you drop it, now.”
Jeongguk scoffed, straightening his back. “Why? Because I’m right?”
“Because you don’t know what the fuck your talking about.” He sneered, standing.
“Oh please, you were just as pathetic as I was when she left!”
The elder of the two hissed, his jaw clenched as he pulled back to swing. Before his fist could connect to his little brother's face he was yanked backward, falling on his ass.
“Jimin, what the fuck!” He hissed, eyes narrowing up to the short man who shrugged.
“It’s shit like this, that's why father wants us married off. We need to pull our act together.”
// present day //
You had decided, as of today, you hate birds. Their loud squawking and their nails scratching on the roof of your car, they had become your enemy as of this early morning. It was barely 5am, and crows had surrounded your shit-heap car, jumping on the roof and stomping around, squawking like they were about to be murdered.
It was too early, the sun hadn’t even started to rise, the moon still making its way down the sky. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t scared of the dozens of crows surrounding your car, screeching at you and pecking, you tried to hide your head under the pillow but the noise remained. They stuck around for another hour, squawking at one-another, convincing you that they were just trying to be as loud as they could to irk you.
You sighed in relief, dropping your pillow aside and scooting out the car door. The birds had completely dispersed, leaving the campgrounds empty once again. You looked around, checking under your car and around the trees that were close by and came up empty, thankfully. With shaky confidence you shuffled to the public bathroom to get ready for your day. You couldn’t drive into the city, you couldn’t afford the gas, so you would have to try and find work on your laptop, apply for companies that you’d never get accepted into.
Over the last week you hadn’t slept well, if at all, you were exhausted. You hadn’t got anything done, nobody had gotten back to you about your job applications, life was honestly hitting a new low. You were miserable.
Your homeless, your car is damaged--driving into a small yellow pole in front of your parking spot--your laptop and phone had died and you couldn’t charge them, every time you plugged it into the sockets in the bathrooms it short circuited and sparked, and while you slept you were terrified of being robbed by crazy people. And to top it all off, those goddamn crows showed up every morning and every evening, squawking at you. You were convinced they were laughing at your misery.
After a week, you were sick of it. You had fallen into a deeper depression, and despite trying to live life as normal as possible, life wasn’t normal. And so, when the second week rolled around, and you had officially hit day ten of zero sleep, you snapped. The sun had begun to work its way into the sky, the crows had been screeching for almost thirty minutes by this point. You rolled out the car, your brain had entered a stage of empty ringing, it was freezing cold, and you didn't feel the sharp cold burning your skin, you didn’t feel what little warmth the sun had been providing disappear as the clouds swallowed it whole.
You felt nothing.
You wanted to rest.
You wanted it to end.
Maybe that's why you ended up by the side of the road, watching tired truck drivers speed down the bumpy, worn down road.
Maybe that is why you ended up laying on the road.
And maybe that is why you didn’t move when the loud rumbling of the truck came thundering toward you.
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You don’t remember much. Pitchback had surrounded you, voices ringing all over, some louder than others. You recognised them all, familiar and very occasionally comforting. They echoed in the dark, bouncing off the void and whipping past you. Every different voice was from a memory, reminding you of both happier and awful times. Memories you had forgotten, some by accident, some on purpose, were ringing around you before an abrupt stop.
Then silence.
And suddenly a small light began to move closer, no bigger than the size of your thumb nail. It zipped around you, a loud humming emitting from it. Before you had been able to move away, or even touch it if you had wanted to, it blinked.
Once.
Twice.
And then flew into you, right between your eyebrows.
The dark drained away, and the air was knocked into your lungs, a loud gasp hitting your ears.
Was that you?
Seokjin was furious. It had been four days since his father had announced that all his sons were to get married, and while that was incredibly annoying, that wasn’t why the young prince was practically tearing his hair out. His brothers had been on his ass, begging him to throw his life away and marry.
Why should he be the one to sacrifice his freedom?
“You’re the eldest, it makes sense.”
“You got to have your fun, let us live free!”
“You should want to do this for us.”
Truth be told, he didn’t even like his brothers all that much. Besides, him being the eldest meant nothing. He wasn’t getting the throne anyway, so really shouldn’t Yoongi be the one to marry? He was going to need a wife, an empress! Seokjin didn’t. In fact, he had no intentions of marrying, ever. He will remain free of that hassle, thank you very much.
It was late in the afternoon, and to escape his irksome brothers the eldest prince had snuck off and decided to take a stroll to clear his mind. Stress would make him wrinkle. Winter was in full swing, so he had made sure to wear his thickest layers to keep the cold at bay. The sharp sting of the air on his cheeks warned that snow would soon make its appearance, something the Empire always dreaded.
He had intended to spend the rest of his afternoon outside and only return just before the sunsets, ensuring he would be back in time for dinner.. and because he wasn’t too confident in finding his way home in the dark— but his walk was cut short. On the ground, sprawled out and nearly blue was a woman. Now usually Seokjin wouldn’t pay any mind to the affairs of the poor, but the situation was amusing. In the middle of winter, in nothing but what he could only assume was a nightgown, she lay. Surely the poor were smarter than this?
How did she even get h—
He paused, frowning. Looking around, ensuring there was nobody in the vicinity hiding, the prince moved closer and crouched over the body, pursing his lips as he assessed the woman’s face.
How did she get here?
He was still on castle grounds, which meant she had found a way in. She didn’t look like an assassin, besides, surely an assassin wouldn’t be this dumb. Her attire alone was enough to kill her in this weather.
He doubted the guards had killed her, there was no blood, and if they had, her body would have been dragged back to the castle and reported to his father. Everyone would have been alerted to an intruder.
Clicking his tongue, he looked around still finding the area completely void of any other life but himself and what he could only assume was a frozen body. He hummed, is she dead? He wondered. She didn’t seem to be breathing but then again, he was no physician.
Seokjin picked up a small twig from the ground, scrunching his face up as he jabbed it into the woman’s cheek.
Nothing.
He huffed, trying again only more aggressively. The twig bending at the force being pushed into it.
Still nothing.
The prince pouted, leaning his cheek onto his fist. He took a moment to actually look at the face of what he could now only assume is a corpse. She was no doubt pretty, thick eyelashes that ever so slightly brushed her round cheeks, pouted lips that were only just parted almost as if breathing. He hummed, he didn’t think the poor could be pretty… but, then again, he had seen plenty of ugly nobles so who was to say. Perhap she was rich? A rich Lady that got drunk and wandered out the palace. But if she were a part of the nobility he would surely know who she was.
Shrugging, the prince dropped the twig onto the body's face. How boring, he thought. He supposed he should go tell someone…
As he went to push himself off the ground, hoping his ankles wouldn’t fail him, a loud gasp from below shocked him. Pretty eyes connected to his, and for a moment the prince couldn’t breathe. His fingers twitched on his knees, begging to reach and touch her cheek, to feel her no doubt freezing skin and provide what little warmth he could.
She blinked,
Once.
Twice.
Then she seemed to have come to a slow thought, her eyebrows raising upward. She flew up, her head colliding with his, sending the prince to his back. He grunted, hands flying to his forehead.
That will bruise.
The woman didn’t seem to even register the head collision, jumping to their feet. Seokjin managed to pry an eye open and watch as the lady frantically looked around, eyes wide and panicked like a caged animal. Before he could speak, or more so scold, and punish the strange woman she took off.
“What the fuck?”
He laid for a moment, trying to piece together what exactly just happened. A corpse just came alive? Was it even a corpse in the first place?
Well she wasn’t breathing a moment ago!
Shaking his poor, thumping head he quickly scrambled to his feet and took off after the runaway. There was no way he could let her get away from him. He cursed himself for not having any weapons, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done with it even if he did have one..
It didn’t take him long to spot you ahead, you hadn’t gotten very far. The woman looked completely lost, the panic still on her features, but it only seemed to intensify when her eyes landed on him. Seokjin watched as her speed picked up, seemingly running without a destination.
At that moment Seokjin realized they had made it back, closer to the palace. The guards were on patrol here, Hwandudaedo in hand and ready.
“Get her!” He hollered, catching their attention. The men, quickly noticing the eldest prince’s voice, jumped into action. Thankfully, they were much closer to the girl, and there were plenty more of them. He watched as guards swiftly surrounded her, a proud grin on his face as he slowed down.
He hated running.
He approached the circle of men, who hesitantly parted for him. There she squatted, head tucked into her knees as she rocked slightly, mumbling to herself.
“It’s just a dream. It’s a dream, I’m going to wake up any second now. It’s just a dream.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Seokjin chuckled. He found she spoke with a strange accent, and almost childlike. Perhaps she was a peasant after all. Crouching down to her level he cleared his throat, catching her attention. He couldn’t help the grin on his lips when she peeled through your hands to meet his gaze, her eyes connecting to his. Her eyes were glossy with tears, flickering around his face as she seemed to try and understand who exactly the man before her was.
“If this is a dream,” he murmured, slowly reaching out, like his fingers had begged to do earlier, and trailing the tips of his fingers along your jaw. The moment his fingers had touched her cool, smooth skin she began to tremble, sending an excited grin to his lips.
“Then I hope you never wake up.”
Seokjin decided he liked you. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he did and that was enough for him. You hadn’t spoken a word, at least not to him. You had been mumbling to yourself the entire walk back to the palace. He was a bit worried you were a crazy person, but that was okay, he could work with that. You had walked with your head down, eyes narrowed to your bare feet, much to his disappointment. People usually liked to stare at him, and he wasn’t one to complain about it. Their stares were an excellent ego boost.
Perhaps you just hadn’t seen him properly.
Back in his room, Seokjin was pleased to find his fireplace still roaring. The room was nice and warm, which he had hoped would bring some colour and heat back into you. He had told the guards to have the maids organise a bath in his room, along with a fresh change of clothes for women. Once he was sure of his privacy he clapped his hands together, making you jump in fright.
The room was stunning, nothing like you had ever seen before. It was huge, but dark. Heavy silk curtains covered the windows, blocking out any light and it seemed, any of the freezing outdoors. A small step was toward the back of the room where a giant bed stood, giving off a small platform. Thick cream bedding had been neatly tucked in and made perfectly. The bed had four large, dark wooden poles as frames with sheer white curtains that had been tied back. It looked heavenly right now, if you ignored the swords that were hanging over the headboard.
The fireplace was cute, the firebox was wide allowing more wood to be stacked in. Cushions were placed around a low square table where a tea set was already organised, small desserts on fine china calling out to you. A thin white rug sat under the table, covering the cold wooden floor, and you wanted so desperately to step onto the rug and sit by the fire and warm up your freezing body and inhale the snacks scattered over the table. You couldn’t remember the last time you had something decent to eat.
Seokjin had watched you take in the view of his room in awe, feeling pride wash over him. You were clearly not of a noble family, but that didn’t worry him too much. If he told everyone you were, nobody would question it too much, and as long as he kept you close by his side he could ensure any questions were avoided. His brothers would definitely be suspicious, but he could handle it. He just had to keep an eye on them.
“I’m Seokjin,” He spoke, clearing his throat to catch your attention. You had flinched slightly, seeming to have forgotten he was in the room with you. Your eyes fell to him and he felt his body vibrate in excitement, he had your attention for the first time since he found you. There was no better feeling in the world.
When you didn’t respond he pouted, walking toward the table and sitting on one of the cushions and motioning for you to follow, which you seemed happy to comply with. You practically collapsed into the soft, green cushion, crossing your legs.
“You should show me some respect,” Seokjin sighed when you refused to look at him again. He just wanted your attention on him again, he liked the feeling of your eyes on him. “I am your Prince afterall.”
You couldn’t help the choked sound that left your throat. Prince? Is he some kind of crazy person? You weren’t entirely sure where you were, or even what happened. But waking up to a stranger hovering over you was enough to send you running. You had assumed you were somewhere in the camp grounds, but everything was so unfamiliar, you had hoped while running you would have found something familiar. Everyone was dressed up, and you had for a moment thought you had managed to find yourself at some sort of LARPing festival, but the sight of real weapons drawn to your face and the palace you were being led toward, has you more confused than you had been when you woke up.
“Prince?” You echoed, frowning at your fingers. Just where the hell did you get yourself?
Seokjin felt his throat close up. He could feel his ears heating up, and his heart stuttered. You were speaking to him.
He feels like a fool, he shouldn’t feel this flustered by you and yet he was. A woman who clearly held no status, or very looks. Not to say you weren’t attractive, he definitely found you to be pretty, but in that same breath, he had definitely seen far more attractive women in his days.
“Yes, your prince. And you are?”
He watched you fiddled nervously with the skin around your nails, your frown deepening. He didn’t like waiting, why were you taking so long to answer his question? It was probably the easiest question he could have asked. Why were you frowning? What was running through your mind, what thoughts were ravaging your pretty little head?
“Y/N.”
He blinked, tilting his head to the side. Y/N? What does that even mean? Was that your name?
“Y/N?” He echoed.
You nodded limply. “That’s my name.”
Seokjin hummed, nodding slowly. It was definitely a strange name, but it could work in his favour. He could tell everyone you were a foreigner, a noble from far away here to meet the princes. The only worry was people asking too many questions. His father was easy to play, he was dumb. He had hired men to help him run the Empire. He couldn’t read, write, or do basic mathematics. Telling him a lie was easy, if Seokjin said you were of noble descent, he would believe him without any doubts. But his brothers, especially Yoongi and Namjoon would prove to be far more difficult. But he could make this work, he had to. He would make sure nothing would happen to you.
And then, he would marry you.
Only hours ago Seokjin hadn’t been able to imagine himself a married man, settling for one woman, and perhaps two concubines, but now it was all he could think. How quickly his mind had changed. He wanted a spring wedding, he would oversee the tailors make you the most elegant wedding dress the Empire had ever seen. The kitchen would make all your favourite dishes, and the night of consummation would be paradisiacal. Keeping his hands to him until that point may be difficult, but he was sure he could. And if not? Well, he was the son of the Emperor, he could do as he pleased.
A soft knock at the door had both Seokjin and yourself looking at the door, a moment of hesitation to answer. Seokjin worried his brothers may have found out he was back already, the six ready to plead to him once more to be the one to marry. How thrilled they will be to hear he would be the first to marry, and possibly save their asses.
“Come in.” He called.
The door gently pushed open, an older woman poking her head into the room before she bowed. “Apologies for interrupting, Prince Seokjin,” She excused. “But we were told you requested a bath?”
The man’s eyes lit up in realisation, before he glanced to you.
“No, for her.” He corrected, nodding toward you. “I would like her bathed and dressed for dinner this evening.”
You could feel the way his eyes were burning into your skull, willing you to look at him, and you stupidly caved in, eyes warily meeting his wide ones.
“She will be dining with the Emperor tonight.”
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A/N; Chapter two is done! What did you all think?? I’ll be trying to update this story at least once a week, depending on how life goes! Tag list is open! 🌈
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Open Books (46) | Kim Namjoon
An unpredicted switch of journals brings two strangers close. Strangers with similarly perturbing experiences, and beautifully healing souls. Abused, bullied, and traumatized, they help each other, and those around them break away from similar experiences, heal and grow gracefully. With thoughtful emotions, and ever growing minds, Y/n and Namjoon are delicate heroes.
They understand the best in each other, and the worst, like open books.
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 :- 479 words
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~I Believe...~
As Namjoon walks towards the office belonging to the bubbly-looking producer, the cheerful chit-chat of the boys gets louder, Seok-Jin's rather unique laugh ringing loud in the air which is soon followed by Jungkook's yell of irritation similar to that of one of a sonic boom which would most certainly be heard miles away.
Namjoon smiles at the scene that unfolds before him once he enters the untidy yet cozy room, watching with an amused expression as Jungkook clings to Jin's back like a koala, although his expression is far from cute, looking like he wants to straight up murder the older member as he struggles to breathe due to both his all but consuming laughter and Jungkook's forearm around his neck.
"Ya ya. Get off me you brat" Jin demands, before reaching out to claw at the younger's arms, a playful scowl on his face.
While the rest of them allow themselves to dwell in the current situation, the one that looks like as if it would fit right into a comic book, Namjoon's eyes land on the hard copy of what must be the document they are here to sign today.
It's during times like these when a small part of him wishes for background music to be a part of real life, so that he may understand what exactly the situation is like, because right now, the storm of emotions that whirl in the depths of his chest are a mess, oscillating somewhere between joy, uncertainty and a smidge of bright hope.
Alas, the life we're given to live ain't any TV -show. It isn't something we can watch through a screen, ready to switch off incase we aren't ready to deal with the loss of a character. We can't ask for a spoiler of the future episodes to ease the tension we might feel, nor can we predict when exactly the desperate characters will receive joy.
But, that's what makes it so interesting.
The decision we take to keep going, to carry on with our presence although we have absolutely no idea of what's ahead, is an assurance, a wonderful indication that we're strong enough to go on without fear regardless of the result.
Namjoon's face lights up at the thought, heart lighter than earlier and he's able to enjoy the joy the other boys engage in once more.
Why should I care for the result now?
Namjoon thinks as he walks over to them, laughing out loud when Seok-Jin tries to carry Jungkook only to fail miserably.
"Yaah-" One of them shouts, playfully grumbling.
His racing heart slows down much like his thoughts, now beating against his chest at a comfortable pace.
As long as they do their duty and work hard, life will reward them as needed. And there's no doubt that they will succeed.
He believes in himself.
He believes in them.
I believe in us..
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