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btsficsandsuch · 8 months

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A Love Song

Your boyfriend Namjoon let’s his insecurities get the best of him leading to an argument. You use some song lyrics to set him straight.

Just a quick birthday post for Namjoon

“Why don’t you go ask Yoongi? You seem to like spending time with him lately.”, your boyfriend Namjoon spat at you. “Oh my god Joon. It’s my job. I work with all of you.”, you said trying to diffuse the situation. This whole argument started when Namjoon asked you to stop by his studio for a few minutes claiming he had some lyrics to go over with you but really he was having a hard time and just needed a hug and to be in your comfort. You kindly let him know you were hung up but would stop by when you could. Namjoon accepted defeat and entered Yoongi’s studio to see you sitting there with him instead and that’s when Namjoon’s anger exploded and carried over to the argument you two were now having back home in your apartment.

“I know that you work with all of us Y/N but I feel like I should come before the others.”, he said. You were trying your hardest not to let this blow up. You knew Namjoon was having a difficult time lately with all the stress on him and you also knew when he got stressed all of his insecurities came bubbling to the surface, especially when they involved you. But he was being ridiculous with this. You’ve worked as a producer at the company for a few years. That’s how the two of you met. You always try to keep it professional and not show favoritism towards Namjoon by working with all the artists when needed.

“Namjoon, Nothing is going on between Yoongi and I. I promise. He wanted my opinion on a few songs so I went to his studio. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you right away but I said I’d come as soon as I could.”, you said trying to calm him. “You don’t have to lie to me Y/N. You can tell me the truth. He’s a better rapper. He’d be a better leader. He’d even be a better boyfriend.”, he spoke dejectedly. Feeling your heart break you reach out for him, “Joon that’s not true at all. Yoongi has great qualities but he’s not you.” Before you could say anything else Namjoon broke contact with you and walked off to your shared bedroom slamming the door behind him.

You always felt terrible that he thought so low of himself. He was a talented musician. He was an amazing leader. He was the best boyfriend and partner anyone could ever ask for. You wished you could just shake some sense into him. Wanting to give him some space to cool down you decided to leave him be while you contemplated how to fix this.

After thinking for a while you went to your bag that had been forgotten at the front door during the argument and pulled out two notebooks. One was green and you’ve had it since you were young. It’s the first book you used to write down lyrics and song ideas. The second one was a beautiful blue book with flowers. Namjoon had given it to you on your first day of work as a welcome present. You’ve used it as your lyric book ever since he gave it to you. After grabbing a mug of hot chocolate as a peace offering you slowly entered your shared bedroom. Namjoon was facing the opposite direction from you but even without seeing his face you could tell that he was crying. The shaking of his shoulders and ragged breaths gave it away. Setting the mug down on the nightstand you gently got in bed next to him and start rubbing his back.

“Hey Joonie, it’s okay. I’m sorry we fought like that. I just hate that you always think the worst of me.”, you said calmly. Namjoon startled you when he suddenly turned over to face you. His tear stained face breaking your heart. You wiped away at his tears trying to hold back your own. “No Y/N I’m sorry. I shouldn’t treat you like that. I know you’d never do anything. I just get so in my head and always feel like you could do so much better than me so then I start to feel like it’s all falling apart around me. You really deserve better.”

“Don’t say that Namjoon. You are the love of my life and I wouldn’t change anything.”, you said. He snuggled his face into you a little closer and you gave him a while to lay there and calm down. Once the tears had stopped you asked him to sit up next to you on the bed. He quickly nodded and positioned himself to sit next to you by the headboard. “Do you know what these are?”, you asked handing him both of your books. He nodded, “Yeah they’re you’re lyric books.” “Okay so read through some of the lyrics in the green one.”, you told him. He was confused but he did as you asked and read through a few pages. Once he was done you advised, “Okay so now read through some of the lyrics in the blue book.”

He did as he was told once again. When he was finished he looked up at you still confused as to what your point was. “Okay so what do you think those lyrics tell you?”, you asked. “That you’re a really good writer?”, he asked unsure of himself. “No silly. Did you even pay attention to what you were reading?”, you chuckled. “The green book was the book I used before I met you. I was sad and lonely and just hated life. All my lyrics were depressing and angry and self loathing. All my lyrics in the blue book I wrote after I met you. When I finally found happiness. These songs are no longer cold or sad. They’re filled with life and hope and love. I never wrote a love song until I met you. The first song in that blue book was a love song I wrote one week after meeting you. What I’m trying to show you is that you think you’re not enough for me. That I’m always looking elsewhere but the reality is there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in your arms. You make me happier than I’ve ever been. Namjoon I love you more than anything and nothing will ever change that.”, you said.

He looked over at you with fresh tears in his eyes. “Oh my god Joon don’t cry again. You’re supposed to be happy.”, you said wiping at his eyes. He gave you a classic dimple smile, “I am happy. I’m sorry I never realized this before. I’m also sorry for how I acted today. I love you Y/N.” You gave him a kiss before taking out a pen from the drawer next to you and quickly writing down some notes in the blue book. Namjoon normally wouldn’t want to snoop but he leaned over just enough to see what you wrote,

“New song idea-

Nothing in this word could change it

All we need is each other

My heart was broken but with you I feel whole

Just the two of us day by day

Our love grows strong

Our love knows no bounds

Nothing in this world will ever change it”

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bts-hyperfixation · 2 years

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Kinktober day 11

Namgi - Double Penetration

Anal, Fingering, Lube, double penetration (duh), threesome

"Do you really think you can handle it, baby?" Yoongi asks, holding your chin up to look at him.

You kneel on the bed, sitting back on your heels, nodding enthusiastically.

"I can absolutely handle it." You assure him, eager to finally get what you've been asking for this for so long.

"We aren't exactly small Y/N." Namjoon comments, rubbing the back of his neck. " This is probably going to hurt."

"You know I like when it hurts." You bat your eyelids as if it's a completely innocent comment, not one that has his cock throbbing at the thought.

Still, wanting to be smacked around a little is different to being stretched to your breaking point by two men at the same time.

"Alright then Jagiya, if your sure, let's make sure you're good and ready for us... How do you want her Joonie?" The older man diverts his attention to your other lover so they can talk logistics.

"How energetic are you feeling Hyung," Namjoon asks cheekily.

"Not particularly." He shrugs, not allowing the younger rapper to rile him up. "How about I lie back and we put our girl in doggy so you get your favourite position and I get a nice view?" He strokes your face with his thumb as he says it, inviting you to protest if you wanted something different.

You stay silent and allow them to settle you in to position. You lean over Yoongi as Namjoon appears behind you, lube in hand. Yoongi's hand finds its way in to the hair at the nape of your neck. He tugs your head down towards him into a kiss to distract you from the cold lube as Namjoon dribbles it along your crack. You gasp against Yoongi's lips as a finger pushes into your ass. Namjoon starts slowly, curling the digit as it reaches the first knuckle, then again at the second.

Yoongi nibbles at your bottom lip to distract you as another finger enters you, Namjoon too eager to hesitate. Yoongi's spare hand finds its way to your clit, pressing irregular patterns into the nub as you moan against his mouth, no longer able to focus on the kiss. He trails down further and pushes two fingers inside of your pussy to match Namjoon. You arch your back, your head falling backwards.

"So wet for me baby... Aren't you such a good girl?" Yoongi groans.

"I think that might be the lube dripping down if I'm honest Hyung." Namjoon comments.

"Nope, I know what my baby feels like, this is all her. Feel how she is dripping Joonie, dripping for at the thought of finally having us both at the same time."

Namjoon reaches around you with his free hand. He drags to fingers through your folds, briefly circling your clit before dragging his hand back around. Although you can't see him you know his hand goes immediately to his mouth, he groans as he tastes you before leaning over you and offering his other finger to Yoongi.

The older man puts on a show for you. He takes the hand from behind your head and holds Namjoon in place, taking his time to swirl his tongue around both digits the one still covered in you, and the one Namjoon himself had licked clean.

"I don't know if I can wait any longer Hyung." Namjoon practically whines." I'm going to cum dry any second."

"You are not entering her on only two fingers worth of stretch Namjoon," Yoongi warns, allowing the younger man to take his hand back.

"I can take it." You attempt to convince him.

"Not with me inside of your pretty little pussy too you can't" Yoongi reminds you.

As if to prove his point he takes away his fingers from inside of you and lines his cock up. It's difficult to get yourself all the way down to the base of his cock. Namjoon scissors his fingers experimentally and as predicted, is met with more resistance. He grumbles to himself and adds more lube to his hand as you cockwarm Yoongi, getting used to the feeling of him inside of you. Namjoon pushes one more finger inside of you. You wriggle in discomfort but push your way through, desperate for this to work.

When he hesitates you push back, grinding against Yoongi and forcing Namjoon's fingers deeper. The stretch of his fingers burns. You try to muffle your whines as tears spring to your eyes. You bury your face into Yoongi's shoulder, still slowly rocking to fuck yourself back onto Joon's fingers. The pain feels too good to stop.

"Please Joonie... please fuck me I'm ready I promise." You try to look at him, knowing meeting his eyes would make your begging more effective, but the position makes it difficult.

"Soon baby, your so close, just a little longer." He reassures you, spare hand rubbing along your spine.

You let him continue stretching you for what feels like an eternity. You bite into Yoongi's shoulder as a distraction, listening to the groans and moans you elicit as you leave little purpling marks along his previously perfect skin. As you push up on to your hands to admire your work Joon pulls his fingers out of you making you crumple right back down. Yoongi laughs as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping you to provide support as Namjoon pushes himself into your ass.

The younger man rocks back and forth slowly to get you used to the new width. You get impatient and try to force yourself backwards but their hands all over you prevent you from getting too greedy. Pouting at Yoongi doesn't seem to help you either. The older man merely leans up to kiss the expression away and continues to hold you in place. Namjoon struggles with the final couple of inches. He pulls almost all of the way out again in order to drizzle more lube onto his cock. The sheets beneath you are clearly soaking wet, but it's hard to care as you look into Yoongi's eyes and see nothing but passion.

"I'm not sure I can do this baby, you might be too tight," Namjoon says.

"Try harder!" You whine not accepting defeat.

Yoongi taps your hip signalling for you to sit up off of him for a while. You look at him confused, wondering if he is going to call it off, deeming you as not ready. He must notice the panic in your eyes and chuckles.

"I just want you to try letting Namjoon in first Jagiya, no need to look at me like I just stole Christmas." He reaches up to caress your face.

You do as he suggested and hover above Yoongi, allowing Namjoon to bottom out with ease. You arch your back as much as possible and settle back into Yoongi's lap. Namjoon pulls back and pushes back experimentally. This time the slide is much easier. Satisfied with the current position, he abandons all previous caution and pistons himself in and out. He fucks you so hard he has you bouncing on Yoongi's cock at the same time. The only thing preventing you from being shot through the headboard is the grip he has on your hips. You can feel his fingernails digging into your flesh leaving bruises behind.

You can see how close Yoongi is to cumming as his face twists so he can concentrate. He starts to thrust a little so you can feel him more. A hand makes its way underneath you, playing with you sloppily, desperately tying to push you over the edge before either of the men reaches their orgasm. You let yourself go, collapsing on top of Yoongi as you cum, the older man following behind quickly as he slips out you no longer able to keep up with Namjoon's rhythm.

Only then does Namjoon start to stutter. He leans over you completely, deepening his last few thrusts as he litters kisses along your shoulder blades. He pulls out and lets his cum drip down onto the duvet before falling to the side and landing in a heap beside you and Yoongi.

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crystalsnow95z · 7 months

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Edit: oh gosh I just realized my queue never posted on Namjoon's birthday!

A story made for Namjoon's birthday written at 3am in midst of me being stressed by my big move in five hours. It's a bit short and only includes Namjoon no other members. Might do a part 2 but don't have the time.

Tw: Vomit.

Namjoon plopped down onto the bed in his parents house, wanting to try to sleep off his headache before dinner with him. He still felt jet lagged from his trip to Japan for a photoshoot and thought maybe if he slept until dinner he'd feel better.

He only had a few days off and planned to spend it at home with his family, but he was too tired to even share a meal with them. "I'll just sleep until dinner.. we can catch up then.." He murmurs to himself, hugging one of the pillows to his chest. It only took a few minutes for the rapper to fall asleep, exhaustion hitting him hard.

"Jooni Mini.. it's almost time for dinner." His father gently knocks on the door, not wanting to wake him if he was still fast asleep, the door pushing open from not being properly latched.

Namjoon was curled up laying on top of the blankets instead of under them, face down on his pillow.

He didn't close the window.. I told him to close it when he got home.. it's getting colder..

Mr. Kim enters the room to close it, going to the closet to get an extra blanket to cover up his son, gently placing it over his body.

"Appa I-"

"Aiish! you scared me." He jumps at the sound of Namjoon's voice. "I thought you were asleep.."

"I was mostly asleep when you came in..Sorry I didn't mean to startle you.." Namjoon speaks softly, his nap doing nothing to ease his headache, and now his stomach felt like it was knotting up making him feel queasy.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I woke you up. I was coming up to say dinner is ready." Mr. Kim rubs Namjoon's shoulder. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I just got a headache. I'm okay.." Namjoon sits up, not wanting to worry him. I haven't eaten since Japan since I slept most of the flight. That's most likely why I feel nauseous..

"I'll get you some medicine. You should try to eat. You already slept through lunch." Mr. Kim leaves the room.

Namjoon stretches, his stomach complaining about how empty it was with a high-pitched gurgle. He slowly rises to his feet, going to the kitchen where he mother is setting the dinner table. "Let me help."

"I got it baby, just take a seat. I'm almost done." She gestures to a chair, going back to getting chop sticks from the drawer.

"Here Joon." Mr. Kim returns with two small pills, placing them in Namjoon's palm.

"Thanks, Appa.." He bows, getting himself a bottle of water and washing the medicine down with one gulp.

"Are you not feeling well, Namjoon-ah?" His mother places the chop sticks down to rush over to Namjoon, placing a hand on his cheek. "You do look a little pale."

"I'm fine, Omma. It's just a headache and the time difference messing up my body.. I'll be fine by morning."

"Alright honey, but if you get worse, tell me, okay? I'll take you to the doctor." She places a kiss on Namjoon’s forehead.

The three sit down for their meal, Namjoon feeling a bit better after a few bites of kalguksu. "Thanks mom. It's delicious." He smiles, taking a piece of pork belly.

"I'm glad eating perked you up. Do you want some tea?"

"No, I got water. Thanks, though." Namjoon jumps when he feels his phone vibrate, not realizing he fell asleep with it in his pocket. He checks it quickly.

Did you make it home safely? You looked exhausted when you landed.

"Aaish.. sorry. It's Hoba. I forgot to text him I got here safely."

"You can answer him." Mr. Kim tells him, aware of how worried the members get over one another. "Be sure to tell the others too."

"I will.."

Namjoon texts the group chat.

I made it to my parent's house. I fell asleep right after all these flights lately are killing me. Eating dinner now.

He puts his phone back into his pocket after putting it on silent.

"So how was your trip to Japan?" Mr. Kim asks.

"It was great. I went to a museum after the photoshoot but I didn't get to stay very long because it was close to closing. A met a fan while I was there.. she reminded me how bad my Japanese is. I really need to practice more, she had to really simplify the way she spoke for me to understand her." Namjoon continues to tell his parents about his trip, smiling fondly at the memory.

He thought everything was fine until he stood up to put his plate away in the sink, his stomach churning. He drops the plate when he wrapped his hand around his aching middle, the other quickly covering his mouth as a wet burp escapes.

"Namjoon-ah are you okay?" His mother rushes over to him, gently pulling him back away from the broken glass.

"I..I don't feel well all the sudden.." Namjoon pulls away from her, running to the bathroom and dropping to his knees in front of the porcelain bowl.

Namjoon hardly gets the lid up before his dinner rises into his throat,hitting the back of the bowl. "I'm sorry.." he apologized when he heard footsteps approaching.

His father enters the bathroom, gently rubbing his back and Namjoon starts gagging, another spray of sick pushing its way up. "You don't have to be sorry if you aren't feeling well Jooni-Minie. It's okay.."

Namjoon felt guilt tightening his already ailing stomach. It's been several months since he had the time to visit home. This wasn't what he had in mind as a bonding experience.

Despite his wish to have a nice evening with his family, more sick came up, splashing into the bowl. "Omma..." He whines his stomach lurches, another mouthful coming up gripping the side of the toliet tightly as a wave of dizziness washes over him.

"I'm here baby.." Mrs. Kim enters the bathroom sitting next to Namjoon heart aching to see him in such a vulnerable state. His body was glistening with sweat, tears streaking his cheeks as more sick pours from his mouth and nose. "It's okay, it's okay.." she gently rubs his shoulders, feeling them tensing up, rising underneath her palm.

Namjoon goes to speak, but a burp of sick comes out instead, resting his head on the lid as the last bit of energy he had ebbs away. Despite being exhausted his body doesn't relent, pushing up more sick.

I wish I didn't eat so much..

Namjoon whimpers as another heave comes, less and less coming up each time until he's left only dry heaving. His body trembled with effort as he tried to keep himself upright, not wanting to risk anything actually coming up and causing a mess on his parents floor.

"You're finished Joonie, take deep breaths baby.." Mrs. Kim gently pulls him to her chest when she hears nothing coming up, pulling soms toliet paper from the roll to wipe up Namjoon’s face. "Relax.. it's okay.. deep breaths.."

Namjoon wraps around her waist, obeying his mother's instructions despite the burning pain in his sides with every deep breath, letting his breath go ragged again when his body finally accepts that he had nothing left.

"That's it.. you're okay.. I got you.." Mrs. Kim smooths down Namjoon's hair, gently scratching his scalp. "Can you blow your nose for me honey?"

Namjoon nods, reaching for some toliet paper. "I'm so gross right now.." he coughs before clearing his nose, putting the soiled tissue into the toliet. "I'm sorry.."

"Stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for. Here, wash out your mouth Namjoon-ah.." Mr. Kim holds out a small cup.

Namjoon takes the cup in both hands, not trusting himself not to spill. "Thanks.." he rinses out his mouth, trying to rid himself of the acidic tang, spitting it into the toliet and flushing it down. "This isn't what I had in mind.."

"It's okay. I'm still happy to have you home. You're my son. No matter what I'll be here for you. Let's get you to bed baby. Do you think you can stand?" Mrs. Kim asks, rising to her feet, offering her hand to Namjoon.

"Yes, I think so.." Namjoon's voice comes out hoarsely as he got to his feet, stumbling into his father. "My knees are just a bit weak.."

"You poor thing.."Mr. Kim puts an arm around him to support him. "You're smaller than last time you visited.. are you eating enough?"

"Last time I visited, it was in the middle of winter." Namjoon didn't want to explain he was eating less because of his ambassador work. He wanted to lose weight, so he changed his diet, only eating once a day for the past month."I'm fine, appa. It's normal."

"I'll get you some tea to soothe your throat. Honey take him to bed." Mrs. Kim leaves to the kitchen, letting the boys go to the room.

"I'll find you something lighter to wear. Lay down for now Joon." Mr. Kim gently helps Namjoon to the bed.

"I don't want to change, I want to sleep.." Namjoon whines softly curling up underneath the blanket.

"You should at least change your shirt." Mr. Kim insisted, knowing his shirt was damp with sweat. "Come on, it'll just take a minute." He goes to his son's suitcase pulling out a plain white tee.

"Alright.." Namjoon sits up, gently pulling off the sweater he wore on the plane, letting his father help him into the T-shirt.

"There, all done."

Namjoon curls up on the bed again with a yawn, his father covering him up with the blanket.

"Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?" Mr. Kim asks softly, noticing Namjoons eyes were already closed.

"Could you..stay until I fall asleep?" Namjoon asks softly.

"Of course." Mr. Kim smiles as he gently rubs the tension out of Namjoon's shoulders. "I'm surprised you aren't asking for your mother to sit with you."

When Namjoon goes to reply a white dog pushes the door open, jumping onto the bed, laying against his sour stomach. He opens his eyes in surprise when he sees the canine. "Rapmonnie..?"

"It looks like he wants to comfort you." Mr. Kim smiles fondly when Namjoon reaches to pet his furry companion.

"I thought you didn't like me anymore.." Namjoon smiles brightly when Rapmon didn't move away from his touch. It was the first time in years he approached him without Namjoon needing to bribe him with treats.

"I got you some tea Joon-ah." Mrs. Kim enters the room with a cup. "Oh? Rapmon came to make you feel better. How sweet." She takes out her phone to take a photo of her three boys.

"I'll drink it later.. I don't want to move right now.." Namjoon says softly, falling asleep from the combination of the warmth of Rapmon against his abdomen and the massage from his father easing the pain.

"Alright baby. Rest well..I love you." She smiles, relieved to see him looking so peaceful after his awful bathroom icident. She motions for her husband to follow her out of the room when she heard Namjoon's breathing slow.

"Love you joon." Mr. Kim places a soft kiss on Namjoon’s head before leaving the room. "Get well soon."

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mikrokoskooks · 10 months

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Hii could you write Namjoon with a high fever and vomiting and caretaker of your choice?

Sorry the request took so long but here it is :).

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretaker:Yoongi and slight Hoseok

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From the moment Yoongi woke up this morning he knew there something was wrong with Namjoon. Now yes that may sound weird or slightly rude but the rapper had his reasons, You see Namjoon and Yoongi have known each other and have been roommates for ages. For so long in fact that they know each others sleeping positions.

So when Yoongi noticed his dongsaeng twisting and turning uncomfortably in his bed the night before, he knew something probably wasn't right as Namjoon sleeps still and spread out in the sheets. 'What could be up with him' he wonders, pulling the covers over his head to think before dozing back off.

*Beep beep beep*

namjoon's alarm goes off shocking the older man awake, he looks down at the time it's 7:30 everyone needs to be up and ready before eight or they'll be late to dance practice. He stretches and makes his way to the bathroom, he glances over at Namjoon's bed to see it empty, he must have woken up before the alarm so he's probably downstairs.

Or at least that's what Yoongi thought before he opened the bathroom to see Namjoon's pale figure hunched over the sink. "Joon? Are you okay?" Yoongi asks in concern gently placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. The sudden touch makes namjoon lurch forward causing him to spit a string of yellow bile into the sink.

The younger rapper wipes his mouth and points to the thermometer on the counter, "I think I'm sick" he mumbles in response. Yoongi grabs the small device and reads the temperature, "38.5 degrees. That's not good buddy.." Namjoon moans softly in agreement before letting out another mouthful of vomit.

Before yoongi can ask his next question the bathroom door suddenly swings open, it's Hoseok and he doesn't seem happy. "What are u guys doing up here we have to leave in 10 minutes and you're still not-" Namjoon bends over the sink again throwing up his dinner from last night. "Woah, Namjoon are you okay?" his tone instantly changes.

"Sorry Hobi, I think he's caught some kind of bug?" Yoongi states in all honesty he's not entirely sure what Namjoon's got but he knows it's not good. "Oh no my poor Joonie," Hoseok coos though his tone suddenly becomes a bit more serious "Do you think you'll be able to come to rehearsals and that today?"

" 'M really sorry but I don't think I can hyung, I really don't feel good at all," Namjoon says through a grimace. Hoseok nods and kisses the poorly boy on the top of his head "I'll go tell the others okay, Yoongi can u stay back and look after him?"

Yoongi smiles before answering "Sure I'll take care of him and I'll let the managers know we won't be there as well"

"Alright see you later then hyung " Hobi smiles back and feel better soon Joon!"

"Thanks, Hobi hyung"

Before the other boys leave for dance practice they come to the leader's room and give him goodbye hugs and squeezes, wishing for him to feel better soon and to not get sick anymore.

After they're gone Yoongi brings the sick man a cup of water and some pepto bismol, "Here you go, hopefully, this will calm your stomach down a bit" A small grin spreads across Namjoons face, "I love Pepto Bismol" he mutters. "I know u do silly, Yoongi chuckles, now drink up so u can stop puking every 5 minutes"

"I do not!" Namjoon protests his cheeks and ears lightning up with a tinge of red as he says so.

"Yeah? Well your ears and frankly your stomach says otherwise"

Namjoon laughs and rolls his eyes "Whatever"

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I took so long to write this!! Please forgive me and I'm sorry if it wasn't worth the wait! 🙏🏾💜

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sickfic #sick!namjoon #caretaker!hoseok #tw emeto ment #mentions of vomit #bts #sorry it took a while hehe

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eightlightstar · 7 months

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Shoelaces

pairing: K.NJ x M.YG genre: Fluff warning(s): None word count: 817 summary: This was the first thing that Yoongi had noticed about Kim Namjoon, the fierce rapper who went by the name Runch Randa and the leader of their would-be group. He did not for one second think at that moment that, this one thing was going to become their thing and one that would make his proposal a lot more funnier and memorable.

2010:

Yoongi: “Yah! Kim Namjoon! Tie your shoelaces goddammit. If you fall and then are unable to perform, the entire day will be compromised”.

Namjoon: “Everyone was busy and since you know I can’t tie it by myself, it doesn’t make sense that you’re yelling at me hyung. I am sorry about fighting over the food last night but can you please tie them for me?”

Yoongi sighs in exasperation. It is not that he’s angry about last night - he maybe, a little - but it is just that he’s too worried about his Joonie. Someone always has to look after him while he’s off looking after the group as the leader. It’s just that his worry comes off as exasperation and anger sometimes. He bends down and quickly starts tying Namjoon’s shoelaces. He smiles fondly when he hears Joon whisper, “WOW!” in amazement. ‘Little Namjoonie, excited at the smallest of things’, he muses.

He quickly gets up and says, “There. Done. Please learn how to do it Joon-ah. We’re busy as it is and I cannot imagine how busy we might be after debut”.

Namjoon: “Okay hyung. I’ll try to. If not, won’t I always have you?”

And he has the audacity to wink. Yoongi’s heart does a whole backflip but he does not let it show.

2015:

Seokjin: “Yoongi-yah, I think you’re the only one who’s ready. Can you please go and tie Namjoon’s shoelaces? He only recently learnt how to do them and now he hurt his hand.”

Yoongi: “Oh for the love of--okay hyung. I’m going.”

When Yoongi approaches him, Namjoon is sitting on a couch fully ready except for his shoelaces being undone.

Yoongi: “Well what do we have here? Kim Namjoon, failed at tying his shoelaces yet again.”

And he chuckles lightly. There’s no bite behind his words, just pure fondness.

Namjoon: “Ah hyuuuung”, he literally whines and Yoongi melts further. “You know I learnt how to do it. Well, it was you who taught me in the first place. But loooook! My hand is bandaged. So yeah. Please?” He does his best puppy eyes.

Yoongi: “Okay okay stop being so cute. How could I refuse that whining anyway?”

And he bends to tie his boyfriend’s shoelaces yet again.

Namjoon: “Wait. You do it differently. This was not what you taught me???”

Yoongi: “It’s all the same Joon-ah. As long as it doesn’t come off while performing it should be fine.”

Sometime in the Future:

Yoongi is nervous. So nervous that he has bitten his nails raw - a habit that he had quit during the pandemic. He’s proposing to Namjoon in like a few minutes and he cannot stop his heart from beating too fast. But all that nervousness washes away when he beholds Joon cycling towards him. He had chosen the Han River - the perfect place for his perfect nature-loving boyfriend. Yoongi was standing with his back to the river, with the ring in his right jacket pocket. Namjoon came towards him, smiling widely. Before Yoongi could respond he enveloped him in a bear hug so tight that Yoongi was almost lifted off his feet. After they came apart, Yoongi literally blushed and Namjoon started giggling.

Namjoon: “You’re so cute hyung. I am so lucky to be the only one who gets to see you all flustered like this just by a hug.”

Yoongi: “Ah stop the teasing already. Anyway, what are you doing tonight? I thought we could go to dinner. Just the 2 of us. It has been so long.”

Namjoon: “I’m not doing anything because I had just finished writing a song before I came here. If we wanted to go to dinner, we could have gone from home. Why did you call me here then hyung?”

Yoongi: “Oh that. Right. Um...Joon-ah, we’ve been together for years now and it has been wonderful. But I wish it could be more than that. I wish we could be more than what we are now. So um…”

He gets on one knee and Namjoon gasps.

Yoongi: “Kim Namjoon, will you do me the honour of marrying me and making me the happiest person alive?”

Namjoon almost tears up as he says “Yes hyung” while extending his hand. Yoongi slips the beautiful platinum ring onto his boyfriend’s finger and when he looks down to wipe his own tears, that’s when he notices it.

Shoelaces. Again.

He laughs through his tears and says, “Wait. Let me do this again”.

Namjoon looks confused but nods anyway.

Yoongi: “Kim Namjoon, will you let me tie your shoelaces for the rest of our lives together?”

Namjoon bursts into laughter as Yoongi finally gets up - of course after having tied his fiancé's shoelaces. They embrace each other and after pulling back, look into each other’s eyes and smile fondly, remembering the fact that it was always about those darn shoelaces, right from the start.

A/N: I just based this off of when Yoongi said that Namjoon didn't know how to do his shoelaces when he first met him. XD

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byuljoonie · 1 year

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please give me a remedy. (m) knj. my.

Somehow there are a million people around us and you’re all I can see.

pairing: namjoon x reader x yoongi

genre: smut, angst, fluff, yearning?

pt: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

word count: 3k+

warnings: thickening plot. give it a chance bcs she’s being polished. slight aggression. slow build up for yearning yoongi. namjoon is a dork in love. slight angst. him or me? friends to lovers. no smut yet.

summary: 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

note: sorry about my love for lowercase letters.😅I started this story in 2020 while I was a senior in high school…great plot but the writing?? definite no. older me with more experience as a published author is here to take control. still deeply in love with joon after 9 years so let me yearn in peace. Please feel free to leave feedback, I love constructive criticism and listening to your opinions! word count will increase drastically by chapter 2! have a listen to the playlist in my bio while you read the story! enjoy!

I sat back on the leather couch in the practice room absorbed in the way he looks while dancing. His black hair sticks sparsely to his forehead and his brow is furrowed in concentration. He hits each move perfectly, feeling the music as the song approaches its climax. How could he possibly be this sexy right now? The thought sent my mind into a frenzy of unrealistic fantasies. I would never want to ruin our bond but I can’t help but wonder how his soft hands would feel against my sensitive skin. Namjoon is definitely just my best friend, nothing more…sadly.

We met during my junior year of university and bonded over our love for books and art. Philosophy being my major and his minor, we ended up in the same required logic course to graduate. Our first interaction involved a forgetful Namjoon leaving all of his writing utensils at home, sheepishly tapping my sweater-covered shoulder to borrow a pen.

I'm suddenly pulled out of my reverie when I hear Hoseok loudly complain about being hungry. I was so caught up in my mind that I didn’t notice the song finished. He falls back into a nearby chair with sweat dripping from his forehead, glistening in the yellow-tinted light.

"I'll go grab some food just tell me what you want boys," I said quickly standing up and pulling on Namjoons black hoodie.

"How about I go with you?" Yoongi suggested calmly.

"NO, I mean no I'll go with her since I'm the leader you guys just take a break," Namjoon nervously reassured everyone. I heard Jin and Jimin snicker at his quickness to accompany me. Yoongi shifted unfazed by the younger members’ interception. We’re almost inseparable at times but my smile widens as my heart still flutters for the skilled rapper. Feeling the same as I did when I first met him. I gave Yoongi a small smile but he turned away. I frowned confused by his sudden mood change before we could finish talking.

"Y/N I want chicken," Taehyung said, pulling on the sleeve of my- I mean Namjoons hoodie.

The other boys agreed so Joon and I set off to the nearest open restaurant, hoping to stumble upon a hole in the wall. We walked in comfortable silence the street lights illuminating his honey skin, casting a glow around us. I always felt so safe when I’m with him. I feel safe with all of the members of course, but there’s a special soft spot for Joonie. I guess you could say my slight infatuation has developed into a crush, but nothing more can happen between us. The more being a secret drunken kiss from this past new year celebration.

Thinking about the members causes Yoongi’s face to flash through my mind. He seemed kinda hurt earlier and I should have said something. I don’t want them to think I only care about Namjoon. I love and appreciate all of them, especially Yoongi and Hoseok. Yoongi was the last to warm up to me, but the first to spoil me. His kindness and gummy smile always melt my heart. I turned to Namjoon hoping to spark conversation and ignore my persistent thoughts.

"Namjoon what are you thinking about?" I asked catching him staring off into space.

“Nothing you have to worry about Y/N,” he said dimples making a special appearance as he smiled at me.

I felt a chill run down my spine and the wind blew my hair into my face. I noticed a line of people waiting outside of a restaurant; the bright, neon yellow sign lit up the block with the words "열두시 치킨 집" (12am chicken house).

"Let's go here Joon it's fairly close to the company," I suggested.

"Sure I don't mind pet,” he stated turning away from me, missing his words.

"What?" I questioned with burning cheeks.

"I said yes Y/N let's go before the line gets too long." He stuttered at his slip-up.

I felt my face getting warmer at the pet name. I've never been called that before, I think I like the way it rolls off his tongue. His voice was rough from rapping all night and his eyes glimmered in the moonlight. I felt like a buzzing ball of energy and hormones. I might as well exhibit how many butterflies frequently inhabit my tummy. I was once again snapped out of my redundant fantasy world when Namjoon appeared beside me with 2 bags of food and a soda.

"Come on Y/N it's getting colder and the boys are probably starving,” he said.

"That was fast, did you skip the whole line, Monie?” I asked while trying to keep up with his usual fast stride.

"Maybe,” he said flatly.

I was now laughing at his seriousness all of a sudden. I can’t handle how these men switch moods like they do wardrobe changes. It was so cold at this point I couldn't feel my hands. I shivered and rubbed my hands together, teeth audibly clattering. When we finally made it back to the building I called Taehyung to buzz us back in.

“FINALLY," Hoseok screamed at the top of his lungs startlingly.

The boys gathered around the table which had been placed in the middle of the coffee-colored floor while Joon and I had been gone. I absentmindedly bit into the chicken, dropping crumbs on my new hoodie.

“Y/N seems like hyung's hoodie is looking very comfortable on you,” Jimin said smirking with grease-covered lips. I noticed how he glanced at Jin and Jk, weird but I kept that to myself.

“Matter of fact it's mine now and there's nothing Joonie can do about it," I smirked at Namjoon who seems to be ready to attack.

I was about to stop him when he grabbed my arms and pulled me into him. I was staring into his eyes embarrassingly hard when all of a sudden he-

“AHHHH NAMJOON STOP STOP,” I screamed laughing furiously as his hands tickled my stomach and sides.

“Address me properly Y/N and I'll stop," Namjoon said laughing with the rest of the members.

I didn't want to give in to his sick game but I was almost out of breath. The boys laughed loudly in the background, still enjoying their food.

“FINE FINE NAMJOON SSI NOW STOP,” I screamed giving up on my stubbornness.

"Good girl,” he cooed as he stopped his almost unwanted assault.

I quickly gathered myself off of the floor missing the close contact already, but not forgetting to give the boys the finger in the process. My ears get warmer as Namjoons words echo through my mind.

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I start cleaning up the empty chicken boxes. Wiping off the table and pushing it back into a random corner. As I announced my departure Yoongi walked up to me quickly. Almost as if I would disappear in a split second if he didn't grab my arm. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin, but he must have felt them too because he swiftly released my arm. Rubbing the back of his neck slowly.

“Hey can you stop by my studio tomorrow to help me with something, I need a bit of inspiration?" Yoongi questioned.

“Hmmm, sure I'll be here at around 10 if that's okay," I said smiling softly. I gave him a hug and walked out the door before he can even respond. Was I being avoidant because of earlier or am I just tired? I choose to blame it on the array of confusing events and emotions that took place tonight.

“HEY! Y/N let me walk you home!" Namjoon grunted busting through the door.

I nodded and let him catch up to me; pushing my skirt down a little. Fuck. I should have talked to Yoongi, I blew him off just to let Namjoon swoop in and walk me home in light of my circumstances. Maybe I’m thinking too deeply about the situation but hopefully, things will be hashed out during our session later. My apartment wasn't very far from the big hit building so I already saw the convenience store that was placed next door to my place. The wind started blowing harder so we picked up the pace until we reached the door of my place.

"Maybe you should um text the boys to go home so they won't wait on you. Since it's really cold. Do you um want something to drink?" I stuttered out meekly.

“Sure Y/N." He said lowly.

I shivered at the tone of his voice. The way my own name crested my ears like a harmonious symphony, this man can seduce the devil. I walked to the fridge pulling out 2 beers. Trying to calm myself before I walked back. My palms started to sweat and I can hear my heartbeat increase with each step back.

“Here Monie," I said passing him his beer and sitting on the loveseat across from him. I popped mines open staring at the ceiling as I drank.

"Slow down babe you're gonna choke,” he playfully interjected with a grin.

"Make me," I said articulately throwing my pillow at him.

“Why are you sitting so far, there's a better seat right here." He said patting his lap.

My heart started racing again as I nearly choked on my beer. Did I hear him right?

"Ha... Namjoon quit joking around," I said producing a strained laugh.

"Who says I'm joking Y/N hm?" He questioned with his eyebrow quirked. I’m at his mercy and he knows it.

I squirmed in my seat for a second thinking of what made him so bold all of a sudden. I know I talk a big game but I’m already under his spell. He got up and walked towards me for what felt like a millisecond with those long, muscular legs. I was about to say something when a knock on the door interrupted me.

"Uh I-I'll get it," I said jumping up but not failing to nearly trip over my own feet. Very classy I thought to myself.

I open the door in surprise when I come face to face with 6 sleepy Bangtan members. They all shivered in the crisp air, their noses turning red.

"OH MY GOD GET IN HERE I THOUGHT YOU ALL WENT HOME!" I yelled while dragging them into my apartment. I locked the door and stared at them with a look of suspicion laced on my face. Taehyung looks very guilty as he shields himself behind a shorter Hoseok.

"Well, we missed you so much we wanted to have a sleepover with you and WE BROUGHT YOUR FAVORITE SNACKS!" Jungkook said lowly with Jimin chiming in to enthusiastically scream the rest.

"At this point, I'm accustomed to you guys showing up randomly, but a little warning would be nice next time," I said with a small smile, taking the snacks from Jimin.

"HOW COME NAMJOON HYUNG GETS TO STAY BEFORE WE DO!?" Taehyung yelled while running to jump on the couch.

"Because he walked me home and it was cold," I answered calmly. A breviloquent sigh slipped past my lips.

"I CALL DIBS ON WALKING Y/N HOME NEXT TIME!" Yoongi screamed chaotically.

"NO, I DO!" Seokjin said raising his voice.

The boys started arguing and I couldn't help but start laughing. I plopped down next to Namjoon almost sitting in his lap, seems like I missed my chance for that I thought. He must have noticed because he placed his hands on my hips to brace me onto the couch.

He stared into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity until Jimin brought us back to life with a piercing scream. My head snapped up only to see Taehyung picking Jimin up from the ground and shaking him.

"GUYS STOP IT BEFORE YOU BREAK SOMETHING, I will be walking myself home in the future if you don't relax," I admitted angrily.

Taehyung dropped Jimin to the floor with a thud and hung his head low. I stood up and asked Namjoon to come with me to get Blankets and pillows for the boys. Everything continued normally as Jungkook turned on the gaming console to begin his everlasting reign on Overwatch.

I walked down the hall and felt Namjoon's eyes burning holes into my back. We walked up to the closet and I grabbed a hearty amount of comforters and dropped them in front of me. I tried to reach for the pillows on the top shelf, but as I was struggling a strong pair of arms reached over my head and easily pulled me down the mountain of fluff.

"You know I can't help but find you so cute shorty." He said while smirking at my obviously warm face.

"I'm not short, I'm average height!" I said pouting with my arms crossed. He gently laughed and told me to pick up the pillows and go. I could listen to that sound all day.

When we walked back into the living room Yoongi was already asleep on the couch, Taehyung was playing a game with Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin emerged in watching the 2 other boys, and Jin was in the kitchen searching for God knows what.

"Here you guys go, I'm gonna head up to my room and inhale the snacks you brought me then sleep," I said while smiling.

“We think you should stay awake with us y/n, " Jin added from the kitchen.

"Let's play truth or dare," Jimin said with a sinister smile etched on his face. Oh no.

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"Okay, truth or dare it is gentlemen. Let the game commence." I said with a light hesitant chuckle.

I sat next to Namjoon by habit. I felt his muscles tense when I sat close, but he relaxed when he felt my hand graze his thigh. The heat radiating from him warmed my skin in a way no has ever made me feel.

A couple of questions went by and it was Jimin's turn to ask. "Y/N truth or dare?" I thought about it for a second. "Truth,” I said rubbing my hands together nervously. "Ugh boring," he groaned. His eyebrows dipped in deep thought. Then he snapped, "I got it. Would you ever date Namjoon Hyung?"

My heart began to palpitate and I could feel the mist growing under my arms. All eyes were on me anticipating the answer to my question. "No, I don't think so. I mean we have a great friendship that I refuse to ruin. I’m not even his type." I mustered out as calmly as I could. The room was silent and the air grew dense around all of us. Namjoon looked visibly upset at Jimin. I shifted uncomfortably, silently begging God to take me right then and there. Why would I say that!? He thinks I’m an idiot I know he does.

"Well, who's next?" Taehyung asked. "ME!" Jungkook said breaking the silence quickly.

The questions continued for another hour before I decided to head to bed. The boys happily did any foolish dare that came to mind. Moments like these really help you cherish your friendships with those around you. A shattering pain erupts from my heart as I think about Namjoon’s mood shift during the rest of the game.

I rubbed my soar eyes before turning over and checking the time. 3 AM beamed in white on my alarm clock. The breeze from my opened window caused a shiver to course through me. I could hear faint voices and cars going along the road. I’ve always loved the sound of common nightlife. I assumed the boys were spread out wildly on my couch and floor. Even though the awkwardness cleared up, I still wanted to punch Jimin in the arm. My thoughts soon traveled to Namjoon and the mixture of surprise and frustration in his eyes when he stared at Jimin intensely. I wanted to know what was going on in his mind and why he seemed so serious earlier. The tricks my mind torture me with started to drive me crazy; I really need to talk to him and finally see if he feels what I feel. This empty yearning feeling can only be filled by my person. He is my person.

I tiptoed to the living room ever so quietly. I was greeted with the interesting sight of the boys wrapped in giant fluffy, white blankets. All of them looked so peaceful as their snores bounced off the walls of the room. I looked for Namjoon and he rested peacefully on the couch. His arms crossed over his broad chest, his lips parted slightly. He looked so beautiful I didn't want to wake him. I stepped over Taehyungs foot to sneak around to the front of the couch. I whispered Namjoon’s name quietly and he let out a half-hearted grumble.

"Joonie wake up, we need to talk please," I whispered one more time before he slowly peeled his almond-shaped eyes open.

"Y/N...what's wrong? Did I do some-"

I placed my manicured finger over my lips in order to hush him. He got quiet and stared at me calmly.

"Come with me," I said grabbing his big hand.

Just the feeling of his fingers entwined with mines made me quiver a little. The blanket slipped from his body as he got up, revealing that he was wearing only short, grey joggers that didn't do much to disguise his bulge. His skin was glowing as he stared at me with dreamlike eyes and his muscles looked so intoxicating that I almost passed out right there. If anything, it made me pull him up the stairs and into my bedroom expeditiously. I closed the door and sat him on the bed. He was staring at me as I stood by the door like a madwoman.

"Y/N why'd you bring me in here? Is everything alright? If this is about earl-"

Before he could finish his sentence I crossed the small space between us and kissed him. I felt him hesitate before he relaxed into the feeling. I perched myself on his lap finally breathing in his scent. He deepened the kiss and started to caress my back.

He lightly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled us apart. "I thought you didn't like me as much as I like you...but I guess you have other plans hmm?" He asked me with a smirk on his face.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me please," I begged and pushed him so his back was resting on the bed. My knees were placed on either side of his hips, I grinned down at him and then continued my attack on his swollen lips. Not how I ideally imagined our first, non-intoxicated, kiss would be but still worth every second.

I smiled as the cool air graced my face. Legs sprawled out in an entangled mess. Soft shocks circulated through my body as Namjoon gently rubbed my thigh. The buzz of forgotten TV resonates in the back, but now only a mere thought. Cars pass by, honking at whatever they have going on. “A million,” he said. “A million?” I questioned confused at the aimless outburst. He sat up legs crossed pulling me closer away from the opposite side of my bed. “Let’s say there are a million people outside right now. In their own world doing whatever life has destined for them. They go to work, cook, and clean just like we do. Shit, some may even have servants and have never worked a day in their life, but they’re here right now. Just like we are. Somehow there are a million people around us and you’re all I can see y/n.”

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12 pm, I slowly stirred in bed as the sun pierced through my window abruptly breaking my sleep. I felt around for the warm presence of a certain black-haired man but was met with an empty space. I heard a loud yell come from the kitchen and I knew the boys were awake and chatting away. I carefully threw my legs to the side of the bed to quietly get down. I crept to the kitchen entrance trying not to make a sound. I listened to them talk and make bets over if Joon and I fought. I covered my mouth trying not to laugh. Still, in a daze because of this morning's events, I didn't notice Namjoon sneak up behind me.

"Good morning beautiful." He smiled and his dimples appeared on his cheeks. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. He looked so handsome and disheveled in this natural morning state. I delicately covered his face in feather-like kisses before pulling him into another passionate kiss, which he gladly reciprocated. His hands rested on my hips and I wrapped my arms around his masculine shoulders. I felt him smile into the kiss; I giggled on his lips, the lips that said the most erotic things just a few hours before we made it to this point. Suddenly we heard a camera click and the boys screamed exposing the two of us, all giddy and shy in the hallway.

"I KNEW IT, YOU FUCKERS OWE ME 5 THOUSAND WON!" Jimin screamed and threw up a fist of victory in the air.

You all erupted in laughter but what you didn't notice was Yoongi grimacing in the corner.

#namjoon x y/n #rm #namjoon x reader #yoongi x y/n #namjoon x reader x yoongi #bts fluff #bts angst #bts fanfic #friends to lovers #bts suga #joonie #i love you but we can’t #bangtan ot7

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hamsterclaw · 2 years

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Daiginjo

Sake brewing is in your blood, part of your heritage, and it keeps drawing you into the orbits of businessman Yoongi, rapper Namjoon and boy-next-door Hobi.

A follow up story to Sake - a love story to the rap line.

Pairing: Hoseok x F!reader, Yoongi x F!reader, Namjoon x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: PWP is what this is. Smut. Very minimal fluff.

Word count: 4.2k of smut.

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing, polyamory, sake-drinking

You watch the perfectly clear sake pour in a perfect stream into the glass. Just behind it is Yoongi’s perfect face and his intense dark eyes. Instead of appreciating how beautifully clear your Daiginjo is, he’s looking at you.

His pink tongue flicks over his bottom lip, so quickly you’d have missed it if you hadn’t happened to be looking at his face.

‘You’re addictive,’ he tells you, low voice rumbling, his tone a cross between amusement and affection.

You realise you’re leaning forward over the table between you, and that your silky top has slipped down, revealing the scalloped lace of your bra. Yoongi’s eyes drop to your chest, the skin above the lace.

He reaches out, watching your face as he runs a finger over the upper curve of your breast. Your breath hitches, then speeds up.

Yoongi’s thigh slides between your legs, the fabric of his trousers smooth against your bare skin.

Yoongi says your name, and your cunt squeezes over nothing. You’re so wet your panties are bunched together between your legs, sticking to you.

‘Yoongi,’ you say, a plea in your voice. His gaze darkens. One of his hands closes over your forearm, the other picks up the glass of sake you’ve just poured. He drinks, then puts the glass to your lips.

‘Drink,’ he says, voice so low now it makes you shiver.

You gulp down the sake, and Yoongi puts the glass down. It lands with a clatter on the wooden table.

Yoongi looks at his hand, ringing your forearm. He looks up at your face again, and then he’s heading for the door with you.

The door opens before you get there, the doorframe filling with the height and broad shoulders of Kim Namjoon.

He takes in your pouted lips, your partially exposed chest, the way Yoongi’s holding your arm.

His slow smirk makes you simultaneously aroused and apprehensive.

His eyes never leave yours as he asks, ‘Got room for one more?’

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Yoongi’s hands as he pours out drinks for the three of you on Namjoon’s private jet transfix you.

He’s wearing platinum rings that gleam in the low light, and only seem to emphasize how long his fingers are, the strength in his hands.

You press your legs together, and Namjoon’s hand slides over your bare thigh.

‘Let me help, baby,’ he says.

You watch as he strokes his warm hand down the front of your pelvis, hitching your skirt up. At the first sight of your lace panties, Yoongi hums quietly.

‘Soaking,’ he says.

Your thighs close over Namjoon’s warm hand, and he tsks. ‘Let Yoongi see, baby, he’s the one who got you like this.’

You can’t deny it.

Namjoon pushes your legs apart, displaying you for Yoongi. He tugs at your panties, bunching them at the crotch, and you hiss at the drag over your swollen clit.

Namjoon strokes over your clit as Yoongi holds out more sake to you.

You can’t reach, not with the way Namjoon’s got you pressed back against the seat, legs spread for him and Yoongi.

Yoongi presses the glass to your lips, and you swallow.

‘Good girl,’ Namjoon says.

‘Joonie,’ you whimper.

‘Easy, baby,’ Yoongi says. ‘Let us take care of you.’

He presses a kiss to your lips. He’s kissed you so many times that if you were blindfolded you’d still know it was him.

He nibbles at your full bottom lip, tongue flicking into your mouth as Namjoon massages circles over your clit.

Yoongi's hair tickles your face as he pulls away slightly. It’s longer than the last time you saw him. It suits him. You reach up to curl your fingers through the shorter hairs at the nape of his neck, and he leans into you.

‘Clothes off,’ he murmurs. He pulls you forward, into his chest, and Namjoon lifts his hand off your wet cunt just long enough to help you slide your top over your head. You unzip your skirt, shimmy your hips, and then you’re left in your lace lingerie.

Yoongi and Namjoon exchange a look.

‘You’re beautiful, sweetheart,’ Yoongi tells you. He leans forward to kiss you again. A moment later Namjoon’s pushing your thighs apart, and you feel his hair brushing your inner thigh.

Yoongi’s hand is cupping your breast, tugging the cup of your bra down. He smiles at you as he exposes your nipple.

Yoongi’s lips close around your exposed breast just as Namjoon’s tongue licks a stripe along your slit, and the sound that comes out of you is obscene.

You’re so wet your inner thighs are sticky, you’re dripping onto the sheet underneath you.

Namjoon scoops up your wetness with the pads of his fingers, fingertips pushing at your folds.

‘I want to fill every part of you,’ he tells you, voice husky, low.

‘You’re going to have to learn to share,’ you tell him, hand over the back of Yoongi’s head as he licks at your breasts.

Yoongi looks up at you, lips curving in a smile.

‘I love the fuck out of you,’ he says.

Namjoon grunts as he props your thighs up with his shoulders. ‘There’s fucking romance for you,’ he tells you. His dimples make an appearance as he grins at you from between your legs.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at Namjoon. ‘Are you between our girl’s legs to chat or to make her cum?’ he asks.

‘You’re both being brats. Just fuck me already,’ you tell them.

Namjoon grabs your hips as you lift your legs off his shoulders. In one movement, he’s up, cock all the way in you, so deep you cry out.

Yoongi fists his cock as Namjoon fucks you, eyes hooded. He slams his hips against you hard, fucking into you relentlessly. His stamina always amazes you.

You’d once watched a clip he’d sent you of him rapping, and you’d touched yourself to it, helplessly aroused by his raw energy, the way he’d seethed and spit the words, the low urgent breathy tone of his voice.

Namjoon slaps your ass. ‘Stop fantasizing about me when I’m fucking you,’ he tells you, stern.

You’re close, the extended foreplay and the heat and hardness of his cock sending you higher with each stroke. Namjoon pulls out suddenly, and you grab his ass.

‘Joon,’ you plead.

Namjoon laughs, mocking. ‘I love it when you beg for me. Open up baby.’

He strokes himself, rigid cock gleaming with your slick, as he watches Yoongi position himself between your legs.

‘Come on, don’t make me ask again,’ he says.

He taps the head of his cock against your lips, and you open your mouth to take him in.

Yoongi grips your hips, gentle after Namjoon’s roughness, sliding his cock into you, hand over your pelvis, pressing down. Yoongi groans. ‘Always so good,’ he tells you, the rasp in his voice making you tighten involuntarily around him.

‘I keep forgetting how much you like my voice,’ Yoongi muses. ‘I think you like it as much as I love fucking this pussy.’ He jerks his hips against yours, and you moan around Namjoon’s cock.

Namjoon positions himself above you, thighs flexing. ‘I’m going to fuck your mouth whilst Yoongi fucks your pussy, baby,’ he tells you. ‘Tap me if you want me to stop.’ He waits until your eyes meet his, and the softness in his eyes contrasts so sharply with the squeeze of his hand around your neck that you smile.

Namjoon groans. ‘You’re fucking killing me,’ he utters. ‘Go on, baby, take my cock before I spill all over your pretty face.’

You’re cumming, pushed into an orgasm by Namjoon’s gorgeous dimples, the sweat on his brow as he fucks your mouth, and Yoongi’s thumb rocking over your clit.

Yoongi swears then. ‘Shit, you just got so fucking tight,’ he groans. He thrusts hard, warmth spreading into you as he cums.

You press your tongue, firm, against the underside of Namjoon’s cock, and swallow around his head. Namjoon pulls out, and you moan.

‘Joon!’

Namjoon laughs. He moves down your body, pressing kisses to your heated skin as he goes, until he’s back between your legs.

He plunges into you with a deep thrust, and you grab his ass. ‘You can take me, can’t you, baby? You’re always such a good girl for me.’

Yoongi’s pressing kisses to your face, stroking your cheek, as Namjoon fucks you. He presses a finger against your ass, then with a deep groan, he’s cumming, spurting hot ropes of cum into you, pushing Yoongi’s cum out so it drips out of you.

‘Fuck!’ Namjoon swears. ‘Fuck!’

He’s still moving, hips grinding, and you cry out as you cum again.

Namjoon, always aware of you, pinches your clit even as he softens and pulls out.

‘Good, baby?’ he asks.

‘Yeah good,’ you say, breathless, looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi presses another kiss to your lips.

‘I came thinking about fucking your ass,’ Namjoon tells you. His dimples flash again.

‘Who’s being the fucking romantic now?’ asks Yoongi, deadpan. He’s already tucking you under the covers, getting up to get you a drink.

You’re ignoring their squabbling, turning your face into the pillow, letting sleep take you.

***

Hoseok greets Namjoon and Yoongi, then pulls you into his arms. He smells so good you wish you could bury your face in his chest forever.

‘You ok?’ he asks, quietly, looking down at your face.

‘Yeah,’ you yawn. ‘I might turn in early, we’re making koji tomorrow.’

Hoseok nods. ‘I’ll see you home and come back and serve these guys.’

You’re amazed that Yoongi and Namjoon are still going, you feel like a wilted flower, like you can barely stay on your feet.

You wave goodbye and Hoseok opens the car door for you, buckling you into your seat carefully. He drives the familiar road from his bar to your house, one hand on the wheel, the other on your leg, warm, reassuring.

By the time you get to bed your eyes are closing. Hoseok smooths your hair back off your face.

‘Want me to stay?’ he asks. You know he will if you tell him yes, Hobi’s always been good like that.

You shake your head. ‘You should go, Hobi, who knows what they’ll be up to.’

Hoseok laughs. Namjoon’s on one of his notorious recuperative visits to the mountains, which usually involve drinking, partying and long periods spent chilling, doing nothing at all.

Yoongi doesn’t usually come with Namjoon, though. You wonder if he’d just come on impulse, given what you’d been about to do before you both met Namjoon.

‘I’ll come and check on you tomorrow, ok? After the koji.’

You nod, sleepy. ‘Night, Hobi.’

Hoseok presses a soft kiss to your forehead and lets himself out.

***

When you next open your eyes, the sun’s just come up, the early morning light filtering into your bedroom. You stretch and decide to take a walk down to your hot spring.

It’s cool, humid as you walk across the fields. Your hot spring is beautiful in the early morning, you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the view.

Even more beautiful is Hoseok’s straight back as he sits, looking out at the water.

He turns his head as you approach.

‘Hobi,’ you say, running your hand through his mussed hair. He looks like he hasn’t slept. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

You kiss him, because you can, just to say hello. Unexpectedly, he tugs you down, deepening the kiss. His hand curls around the back of your neck, cupping your head, fingers lacing through your hair.

‘Hobi,’ you murmur.

His gaze is clear, his eyes affectionate. ‘I missed you,’ he tells you.

You slip off your clothes, stripping down to your swimsuit.

‘Take your bottoms off,’ you tell him.

Hoseok grins. He slips off his shorts, and to your pleasure, he’s not wearing anything underneath. His cock, already semi-erect, hardens as you slip into the water and push yourself up to take him in your mouth.

‘Fuck,’ he says. His hands grip your upper arms, holding you steady as you lick up his cock, getting him wet. His thighs flex against your arms.

You’ve never given him a blow job like this before, half in your hot spring, but Hobi’s always been one to roll with it.

He grips your hair with one hand, other hand curled around your neck.

‘Your mouth,’ he grunts. He pushes you down on his cock, just rough enough that you moan at how it feels.

You cup his balls, feeling them tighten as you let him fuck your mouth.

His cry as he cums echoes throughout the quiet serenity of your hot spring.

Immediately, he pulls you up, not giving a shit that you’re getting him wet, and kisses you deeply. You barely have time to swallow him down.

‘I love you, fuck, I love you,’ he tells you, fervent.

He holds you like that for a moment, recovering.

Then he pats your ass. ‘Go for your swim. I’ll make sure there’s breakfast for you when you get back.’

You press another kiss to the head of his cock before swimming away.

***

Yoongi pulls up outside your house as you’re leaving to make koji.

He gets out, nonchalant, fucking beautiful in his white tee and dark glasses.

‘I thought I’d help with making koji,’ he says.

You remember the last time he helped you with the koji, the strength in his hands as he’d laid out the steamed rice.

You smile, lazy. ‘Koji making is a very important step in the sake brewing process,’ you remind him.

Yoongi smiles right back. ‘Maybe you should pay more attention to your koji and less to my hands.’

‘Fair,’ you say. ‘Come on, Jun and Mari are already there.’

The man’s distracting, to say the least. You’re standing back as Jun and Mari sprinkle spores over the rice, and Yoongi hums from where he’s standing behind you.

His white tee is stuck to the front of his chest, his forearms crossed over, hands up near his neck. This close, you can see the beads of sweat in his hairline. The koji room is warm.

‘Min Yoongi, will you stop it,’ you tell him, weary.

Yoongi has the audacity to smile. ‘You stop it.’ He gives you a long, slow, once over, and you can feel your skin warming as his eyes travel along your body.

‘Were you ok? You looked wiped out last night. Namjoon and I were worried.’

‘You two are a lot,’ you tell him.

Yoongi grins. ‘Come on. I’ll take you to lunch.’

Yoongi’s solicitous as usual over lunch, ordering all of your favourite foods, making sure you’re drinking enough.

Yoongi drops you off at home after, getting out to walk you up to your back door.

‘When are you leaving?’ you ask.

‘Tomorrow,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘Go get some rest. Do you think you’re up to meeting up tonight?’

‘Oh yeah, I wanted you and Namjoon to try the new Junmai daiginjo as well,’ you say, remembering.

Yoongi nods. ‘Dinner, then here after?’

‘Yeah, I’ll check if Hoseok’s free.’

Something flickers in Yoongi’s eyes. ‘Dessert?’ he asks.

‘Are you trying to kill me, Yoongi?’ you grumble.

Yoongi looks serious a moment. ‘You can stop us anytime,’ he tells you.

‘That’s not my problem,’ you tell him. ‘The problem is I don’t want to stop.’

Yoongi laughs. ‘Go get some rest then, brat.’

He waits until you get inside before turning to leave.

***

Hoseok steps into your bedroom, then takes a step back to admire you.

‘Wow,’ he says.

‘Too much?’ you ask, self-conscious.

‘It’s too much, but not because of anything you’re wearing,’ Hoseok tells you. ‘Damn.’

‘You look great,’ you tell him.

It’s true, Hoseok looks fresh, gorgeous in his deceptively simple shirt and trousers. One of the many rings you’ve given him is on his ring finger. There’s a matching one on yours.

‘I see you’re wearing our promise ring,’ Hoseok teases.

It’s an inside joke, you love to get each other jewellery, it’s been a tradition on each of your birthdays for years now. He’d got you your ring, and that same year you’d bought him a matching one.

You love it because it reminds you of him.

Hoseok holds out his arm. ‘Ready, baby?’

***

You’re headed back from the bar, slowing down to enjoy the view.

Namjoon and Yoongi are sitting across from each other, Hoseok opposite you.

Your dinner companions are beautifully dressed as always, Yoongi in his white shirt with sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, Namjoon in a black cashmere V-neck, his long legs splayed under the table. Hoseok’s laughter warms you as you approach.

Hoseok’s the first to see you coming back.

He gets up to pull your chair out. ‘Have you had enough to eat, my love?’ he asks.

‘I think so,’ you tell him.

‘Dessert?’ asks Namjoon. A dimple flashes in his cheek as he waits for a reply.

‘The new junmai daiginjo goes well with everything,’ you say, pretending to think about it.

Now Yoongi’s leaning forward. ‘I’d love to try it,’ he says.

Hoseok’s looking at you. ‘I picked up melons and strawberries on the way back today,’ he says.

‘Yum,’ you say.

Hoseok laughs. ‘I’ll make sure you get fed,’ he promises.

***

You’re pouring out the three varieties of nihonshu you wanted Yoongi and Namjoon to try whilst Yoongi and Hoseok lay out fruit.

Namjoon follows you into the living room, carrying your tray.

‘I thought I’d take a dip in your hot spring tomorrow,’ he says.

‘You’re always welcome,’ you say.

You reach up to brush his hair out of his face, and he dips his head automatically so you can reach.

‘Your ass looks great in that dress, I want to take a bite out of it.’

Hoseok and Yoongi walk into your living room just in time to catch the tail end of Namjoon’s sentence.

‘Damn, Namjoon, you don’t quit, do you?’ says Yoongi.

Namjoon lays the tray down next to the fruit, looking unrepentant.

You, Namjoon and Yoongi are three glasses deep whilst Hoseok nurses his first glass. He seems content to sit back as Namjoon gets more handsy with you, pulling you into his chest, playfully flipping the hem of your skirt.

You catch Yoongi shooting Namjoon an amused glance just before he tilts his head at you.

You find yourself moving towards Yoongi almost before you’re aware of it. Your lips meet his in a kiss.

Yoongi’s lips press against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He hums, a low rumble in his chest that thrills you. You love the way he sounds.

Yoongi holds out his arms, and you slide into his lap. You’ve spent plenty of time cuddled up with him like this, although to be fair, Namjoon and Hoseok aren’t usually watching.

When you come apart for air, Namjoon’s sitting back, sipping his drink.

He spreads his legs, patting his thigh. ‘Come sit, baby,’ he says.

You turn your head to look at Hoseok.

Hobi’s watching you, and he smiles as your eyes meet his.

‘You look beautiful, my love,’ he says.

You’re walking over to Namjoon. Just before you reach him, his hands come up to hold your hips. He turns you, gently, and a moment later, you feel his lips against the base of your spine, just above the cleft of your ass. He tugs at the waistband of your lacy panties with his teeth.

‘Off,’ he says. He’s muffled, but his meaning is obvious.

You bend over in front of him, sliding your panties off your hips, letting them drop to your ankles.

Namjoon grunts. ‘Christ, what a view.’

He squeezes your ass.

You turn your head to look at him. ‘I want to see you, Namjoon.’

Namjoon’s standing so fast he nearly bumps into you. You hear the clink of his belt, the slide of his trousers off his waist. Like this, standing behind you, he towers over you. He curls a strong arm around you, under your breasts, and grinds himself against your ass.

Yoongi helps you slip your dress off. He seeks your lips again, wrapping his arms around you, kissing along your jaw as Namjoon squeezes your ass.

Namjoon’s fingers slip along your cunt, spreading your wetness, probing along your ass.

‘You feel good,’ Namjoon tells you, ‘so good.’

A moment later his finger enters your ass. Your pussy clenches, and you moan.

‘Fuck. I’ve been dreaming about this,’ Namjoon mutters.

Yoongi’s helping you stand, stroking his hand over the transparent lace of your bra, pinching your nipples.

Namjoon leans over to nibble your ear, finger working inside you.

‘I need to fuck you,’ he says, voice strained. He stills completely, and you realise he’s waiting for the go-ahead, even though it wasn’t phrased like a question.

You look at Hoseok, and what you see floors you.

He’s standing, gaze so intense on yours you feel totally exposed. His hand is curled over his cock, still in his briefs but so hard you can see the clear outline of him against the material.

His voice, when he speaks, is hoarse. ‘Show me, baby,’ he says.

You’ve barely nodded when you feel the slippery slide of lube along your ass.

Namjoon sits. ‘Sit on me, baby,’ he tells you.

Namjoon supports your ass as you lower yourself onto him.

It’s tight, but he feels so good. You moan as he fills you, and Namjoon jerks, fingers tightening on your hips.

Yoongi waits until you’re fully seated on Namjoon before he goes back to playing with your tits. You’re about to start moving, when Namjoon grabs your hip, immobilising you.

‘Stay still,’ he says. ‘Fuck, stay still.’

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you.

Yoongi cups your face. ‘You good, baby?’ he asks.

You look up at him. ‘Yeah.’ You tug at the waist of his briefs. ‘Let me taste you.’

Yoongi’s obliging, pulling down his briefs, tapping his cock against your lips.

You take him in, pressing up with your tongue, loving the hard length of him.

You can feel Namjoon’s hand sliding down the front of you, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit as he slides his fingers into you.

His hips buck, once, and you moan around Yoongi’s cock.

You hear a ‘fuck’ but have no idea who’s said it.

Namjoon’s hips buck again, and you cry out as you cum, clenching helplessly around the tips of his fingers.

Namjoon bites the curve of your neck. ‘This ass,’ he hisses. ‘Damn. You fuck me so good, baby.’

He groans, deep in his chest, as he bucks again and spills inside you. There’s so much cum it pools beneath you.

Yoongi picks up the pace, fucking into your mouth, panting, groaning. He strokes your hair back, fingers tightening in your hair, as he spurts his cum down your throat.

You’re breathless, sandwiched between Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s hard bodies, when Hoseok slides his arms around you.

‘Come on, baby,’ he says. He picks you up and takes you up to your bedroom.

***

As soon as you’re in your bedroom, you tug Hoseok down to you.

‘Love me,’ you murmur to him.

Hoseok’s smiling at you, stroking your hair back from your face fondly.

‘I always will,’ he tells you.

Hoseok lays you down on your bed, his body covering yours.

He kisses down your neck and chest, tongue flicking at your sensitive nipples, still peaked from Yoongi’s touch.

You moan and pull him to you, helping him seat himself between your thighs.

You’re so wet still that the slide is easy, the glide of his hips against yours like coming home.

‘I love you,’ Hoseok murmurs, lips pressed to your ear. He’s been so hard for so long that he feels sensitive, twitching inside your wet walls, overwhelmed with the warmth of you.

‘I love you, Hoseok,’ you tell him, tilting your hips up to his, loving the feel of him.

You slide your fingers to where you’re joined, stroking over your swollen clit.

Hoseok tugs your hand away. ‘Let me,’ he tells you.

Hoseok knows your body so well, knows exactly with you like, that in moments you’re clenching around him, crying out his name.

‘Yeah,’ he utters. ‘You’re so good to me, baby.’

He pulls you tight against him, buries himself in you, and cums.

You think he gets up to clean you off, presses a glass of water to your lips and makes you drink, but you’re floating in and out by that point, in a blissed-out haze with the man you love taking care of you.

***

Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok are in your hot spring when you turn up the next morning.

You stare at their bare chests, attracted but also irritated that your morning swim's been hijacked.

Hoseok smiles at you, cheeky, irresistible. ‘Come in, baby.’

‘No fucking way,’ you say. ‘I know what’s gone on in there.’

Yoongi and Hoseok nod.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows. ‘Wait. What?’

You roll your eyes. ‘I’ll make breakfast.’

You turn and make your way back home.

©hamsterclaw 2022

#bts smut #bts poly #hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts rap line

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fam1lyjewels · 11 months

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BASICS

GIVEN NAME : Kim Narae

ENGLISH NAME : Zoe Kim

STAGE NAME : Narei

BIRTHDAY : 01/26/2003

ZODIAC : Aquarius + Goat

BIRTH PLACE: Jeju, South Korea

NATIONALITY : South Korean

ETHNICITY : Korean

SEXUALITY : Bisexual

LANGUAGES : Korean, English

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM : Park Joonhee “Joonie”

HEIGHT : 5′5″

IDOL CAREER

GROUP : the family jewels

COMPANY : BLINDspot entertainment

TRAINEE : 2021 - 2022

POSITION : Lead rapper, sub-vocalist, producer, maknae

EMJOI : 💎

EXTRA

Fraternal twin sister of Kim Nayun. Narae is younger by three minutes.

Nayun and Narae’s uncle (Son Daehyun) is the founder and CEO of BLINDspot Entertainment.

Known in the industry as a “diamond maknae”, meaning she is a jack of all trades at excels in each area. This has fostered some competition between Narae and Nayun.

She was the most active member predebut. Narae could be found recording demos and helping the company figure out what they wanted to do with the family jewels.

#( narei ) / * profile .#fictional kpop group #kpop oc #kpop au #fake kpop girl group #fictional idol #idol oc #idol au #fictional idol group

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thvszaza · 2 years

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happy bday 2 the best leader & rapper in the world!!!!

joonie lovie !❤️‍🩹

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a89x54vs · 2 years

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Rest and Giggles

This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.

It was no surprise that Namjoon and Hoseok were incredibly hardworking, whether it was composing, practicing, performing or something else, both rappers gave their all in what they did.

Which is why it was quite surprising that they both decided to take a day off to actually rest.

It was during the afternoon when Namjoon and Hoseok were both cuddled in the couch as they slept, the room warm and in silence, perfect for a day off.

However, the dancer slowly woke up and gave a stretch, slightly rubbing his eyes before noticing how the leader was still asleep.

Hoseok smiled as he saw Namjoon sleeping, looking so calm and peaceful, the dancer gently leaning down to nuzzle the younger.

Namjoon seemed to unconsciously return the nuzzle, and Hoseok continued with the affection.

However, Namjoon wasn’t waking up, so the dancer got an idea, gently slipping his hand under the leader’s shirt and slowly began moving his fingers.

“Hahahaha” Namjoon began gently giggling, though he still wasn’t moving.

“Wake up Namjoonie” Hoseok whispered as his fingers increased in speed.

“Gahahahaha whahahat?” The leader’s giggles were louder and he began squirming just to notice that Hoseok was hugging him.

“Hobahahaha?”

“Hello Joon, slept well?” Hobi cheerily asked as his hand moved to spider the younger’s side.

“Nahahahahaha whihihihihy?” Namjoon questioned, trying to escape but the tiredness wasn’t exactly helping.

“Why? Do I need a reason to hear your wonderful laughter?” The dancer asked, a fond smile on his face.

Namjoon blushed at the compliment, not really sure how to reply, but he didn’t have to since-

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA HOBIHIHIHIHIHI” The leader cackled when he felt the older’s hand sneak up to poke his ribs.

“HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE”

“Hmm? Please? You want to say something?” Hoseok asked, leaning against the rapper as he continued with his tickling.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHIT TICKLES”

“No way! I had no idea it did” Hobi said with a fake excitement “Then you must ticklish in more places”

Namjoon tried to protest but couldn’t, after all, it’s hard to speak coherently when there are ten digits clawing your tummy.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA HOBAHAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T”

“You can’t? Then why aren’t you fighting Joon? Are you enjoying it?” The sunshine teased, smiling at how Namjoon’s face was becoming bright red.

“NOHOHOHOHO I’M NOHOHOHOHOHOT BWAHAHAHAHAHA” The leader tried to argue, but his pitchy laughter and red face did anything but make him sound serious.

“I think someone is lying Joonie, and you do know what happens to liars right?”

Namjoon’s eyes widened at Hoseok’s words and attempted to escape, remembering all the times he had used them with the maknaes, but luck wasn’t on his side since his hips were being pinned down.

“HOBIHIHIHIHIHI PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHON’T” The leader tried to beg but it was too late.

“Lies make the tickle monster very hungry” Hoseok announced and as soon as he did, took a mouthful of air and blew a raspberry on the younger’s tummy.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUHUHUHUHUNG” Namjoon threw his head back as he loudly cackled, his hands shooting to the older’s hair.

“Yes Joonie?” Hoseok asked before blowing another raspberry.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUHUHUCH *squeak*” Namjoon tried to cover his mouth in embarrassment, but the dancer was persistent.

“Oh I know, but it was you who called the tickle monster” Hobi assured “So you must have definitely wanted this”

Any kind of reply Namjoon could have was immediately cut out by a raspberry being placed on his side.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA GAHAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* HOBIHIHIHIHIHI”

Hoseok didn’t reply, instead moving his head to attack the leader’s other side, his arms around Namjoon’s hips to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA HYUNG I BEHEHEHEHEHEHEG YOU” The leader was going insane with every raspberry blown, how could a blow of air tickle so much?

“If you want me to stop, you know what to say” Hoseok replied, and then, he took the biggest breath of air and targeted the younger’s belly button, his hands also squeezing his hips.

Namjoon was done, the addition of the hip tickles destroyed any bits of resistance he may still have, and instead it was all replaced by loud, unstoppable laughter.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* HOBI HYUNG PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE *snort* IHIHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAD *squeak* GAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* OKAY I ADMIT IT *snort* I LIHIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIHIS *snort* AHAHAHAHAHAHA”

With his confession, Hoseok stopped his tickling, and felt his heart melting at the pure happiness on the leader’s face.

“Yohohohou’re mehehehean” Namjoon giggled out, completely sprawled over the couch.

Hoseok let out a laugh and leaned against the younger as he replied:

“Maybe I am, but it’s fun to spend time with you”

Namjoon smiled and hugged the sunshine, he couldn’t agree more, it was fun to be together.

#bts fic #bts tickle #ler!hoseok #lee!namjoon

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crystalsnow95z · 8 months

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Could you do Joon with a high fever and stomach bug during a comeback stage? Caretaker ot6...how they help him

It feels like I'm writing a lot of sick joonie lately.. my two part flu, my collab story and another story where he's sick at a concert..

I'm sorry it took so long halfway through writing. I hated it and started a new idea..

It's staying as long as it is..I'm done editing it >.< I have no idea why I obsessed over this so long, and hate it or not this is how it's staying

Tw: fever, vomit

Namjoon adds one more layer of foundation to try to cover up his pale skin without making it too obvious that he put on makeup carefully, adding it around his face moles so they don't get covered.

I'm doing much better this morning.. I don't need the others worrying about me..

Namjoon checks himself out once more in the mirror before taking a seat at the table, picking up a pair of chopsticks to eat with the others.

"I can't believe this is the last practice before the concert.." Jimin pushes the rice around with his chop sticks, struggling to calm the nerves that knotted his stomach.

"Don't worry, Jiminie. I know you'll do great. We've been practicing for a couple of months and we did it perfectly yesterday." Taehyung tries to quell Jimin's anxiety, rubbing his hand across his knee.

"But for the past week, we've been a member short.." Jimin glances at Namjoon, who just sat next to him. Their leader has been fighting with some sort of stomach bug, unable to eat anything without it coming back up again.

"Don't worry about me. Yoongi-hyung has been sending the practice recordings to watch, and I already learned the choreography before I got sick. I'm fine." Namjoon takes a mouthful of rice to try to prove his point.

"Are you sure you're well enough to perform? You were able to hold dinner down last night, but you still shouldn't push yourself. " Seokjin worries about the youngest rapper, reaching to check if his fever really was gone.

"I'm fine, Hyung. I was cleared to perform tonight. I'll just take it easy." Namjoon allows Seokjin to place his hands on the back of his neck to help ease his mind, the older relieved when he doesn't feel the heat that's been radiating off it for several days.

What Namjoon wasn't telling him is that he was still taking medicine to keep his fever under control, and last night, even though he never threw up, his stomach still cramped up keeping him up most of the night.

We worked on perfecting this album for over a year, I can't let our hard work be in vain just because of a stomach ache.. I have to perform tonight..

Namjoon ate even with his stomach still feeling bloated, knowing if he refused to eat, the others would suspect something was wrong. He kept his bites small, washing them down with sips of water.

"It's really good, we should order it again when the show is over." Jungkook says through a mouthful of food, changing the subject to a lighter one.

"Don't eat too much, though Koo. You don't want to be too full before practice." Jin warns.

"Joon-ah you shouldn't eat too much either, I know you're probably hungry from hardly eating but you need to slowly start eating again.." J-hope frets over Namjoon.

"Don't worry Hobi, I only had some of the kimchi fried rice.. I don't want to push my luck.." Namjoon reassures his fellow 94liner with a gentle smile. "I feel much better today, really. You guys worry too much."

"Seriously, don't overdo it, and if you start to feel unwell, tell me right away, okay?" J-hope places his hand on Namjoon's shoulder, biting his lip when he notices that he could see more of Namjoon's collar bone. "Joon, you lost weight.."

"I wanted to lose a bit of weight anyway." Namjoon brushes off J-hope's grip. "Eat Hoba. You hardly ate anything. You need to keep your energy up. You got a tough slot tonight." He tries to turn the tables, but J-hope refuses.

"Yeah, but the way you lost it isn't healthy. I'll be fine..."J-hope watches Namjoon for a moment before taking another bite. Namjoon has pain hidden behind those eyes, and it looks like he hasn't slept.

"I told you, I'm fine." Namjoon says looking away from J-hope's eyes, jumping when he sees Taehyung standing next to him. "Sh*t! You scared me.."

"Sorry Hyung, I made some ginger tea for you." Taehyung places a cup in front of Namjoon, giving a shy smile.

"Thanks, Tae.." Namjoon takes it gratefully, hoping it would help settle his stomach. But since he made it, he also doesn't believe I'm better..

"No problem. Even if you do feel better. Better safe than sorry, right?" Taehyung gives a warm smile before sitting back down next to Jungkook.

"Right.." Namjoon sips on the tea, relaxing when the warm liquid soothes his aching stomach. "It's really good."

"Shoot, we have to leave in ten minutes." J-hope says after noticing the time, shoving one more bite into his mouth before starting to clean up the table.

Jungkook jumps to help J-hope clean up the table, taking care of Namjoon's mess for him. "I got it, hyung."

"I put the extra tea from the pot in here for you Namjoon-ah." Taehyung hands him his BT21 thermos.

"I said I'm feeling better. Don't worry so much." Namjoon places his hand on Taehyungs head, ruffling his hair.

Namjoon normally didn't feel car sick, yet the moment the car started moving, his stomach felt painfully tight, the seat belt pressing against it making it worse. He tucks his arm around it, using it to stop the strap from touching his aching middle.

"Hyung are you okay?" Jimin asks when he sees Namjoon wrap his arm around his stomach.

"Yeah, I just started feeling sick when we got in the car.. I'll be fine when we reach the stadium." Namjoon felt his stomach flip when the driver made a turn, a small groan escaping.

"Poor Hyungie. Try looking out the window and focusing on the horizon. It might help." Jimin says sympathically, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. Usually, it was him or J-hope who got motion sick, but on rarer occasions, the others suffered too.

Namjoon stares out the window, keeping his eyes on the setting sun, but it doesn't do much to help settle his aching stomach, though not throwing up was enough to please him. "It helped..thanks Jimin-ah.."

Jimin smiles. "No problem. I'm happy to help."

Namjoon focuses on the voices of his teammates chatting, their excitement helping him be distracted from the pain.

"Army will be so surprised with the new choreography! Especially the hook part! I can't wait to show them!" Jungkook speaks with excitement.

"That's because you plan to flash your belly." Jimin teases him, remembering the move he added to practice yesterday.

"Not my belly.. my.." Jungkook stops in mid sentence to check if his abs were still there after his meal, peeking down his shirt. "My abs!" He confirmed, making the others laugh.

Namjoon smiled, knowing what happened even without looking at Jungkook. He presses his cheek against the window, the cold glass feeling nice on his hot skin. I'll have to take another dose of medicine when we get there...

"You should flash yours with me! Jiminie-hyung and Taehyungie-Hyungie. In the part where it's just us three!"

"Unlike you, I don't quite have abs.." Jimin says with a tinge of pink. "I don't work out as much as I used to back in our debut days."

"Yes, you do.. i saw them a few days ago, and even if you don't, that doesn't matter. Army will still love it." Jungkook reaches over to Jimin to lift up his shirt, but the older vocalist holds it down.

"Jungkook-ah! Stop that! Go bother Tae about his. He's been working out with Namjoonie-hyung." Jimin fights off Jungkook's hands, grabbing his wrists, trying to sound serious, but a smile gives away he's not actually upset.

"He's not the one who says he doesn't have any, you did." Jungkook points out, now trying to peer down his neck line, Jimin using one hand tp hold down his bottom and one near his neck.

"Namjoonie-Hyung got sick like a week after we started. I dont think my body is that great either." Taehyung states, getting the attention off his soulmate, smiling with amusement.

"It was pretty close when you started." Jungkook moves to his next target,trying to lift Taehyung’s shirt to check. "I bet you got at least a little toned!"

"Stop that tickles..." Taehyung giggles, trying to fight off the mankae. "Jungkook-Ah..!" He laughs when Jungkooks fingers brush against his side.

"I feel them!" Jungkook smiles.

Namjoon was thankful for all the noise the youngers were making. It covered up the gurgling of his stomach, discreetly rubbing his hand across it. But not discreetly enough.

"You okay Namjoon-ah?" Yoongi asks, looking over Namjoon with a worried expression. "You're not gonna be sick are you?" He looks around the van, trying to look for a bag.

"Oh, no. I'm fine, I was just thinking about my own body. I probably lost mine while i was sick.." Namjoon wasn't lying to him, just not telling him the real reason. He looks at his reflection in the window. "

"You planning to join the maknae’s stage antics to make army scream?" Yoongi smiles with amusement, raising an eyebrow, dropping the subject.

"Nah, I'll let them have the fun. I hope they don't waste all their energy before the show even started." Namjoon smiles, taking a sip of his tea.

Namjoon's stomach didn't settle when he got out like he hoped. Maybe it wasn't carsickness... Every jump, every turn, every quick position change. It made him feel worse. He was happy they didn't go all out for stage practice. His stomach gurgled angrily at the movements, but he didn't dare touch it to try to ease the pain. He knew the others were keeping a close eye on him.

"That was great, everyone!" J-hope tells his team with a warm smile. "That's enough practice for today. Namjoon-ah, you're sweating more than usual. Are you sure you're okay to perform tomorrow?"

"I lost some of my stamina, but I'll be fine. With a crowd cheering, it'll be much easier. I'll get to bed early tonight." Namjoon walks away from J-hope to get water, but when he goes to bend down to get it, another wave of pain washes over him, making him stumble forward.

"Woah, i got you." Jimin grabs him by the shoulders to steady him."Here, hyung, you can have mine.." Jimin offers his water bottle, helping him to the floor. "You should rest a bit.. You haven't fully recovered yet.."

"Thanks, Jimin.." Namjoon smiles forcing his voice to sound normal despite the cramping that made him feel dizzy.

"Jimin-sii! We figured out the part where all three of us can flash our abs! Come here!" Jungkook calls to him.

"Aiish, that kid.." Jimin smiles fondly.

"Go on. I'm fine." Namjoon shoos him away before Jimin realizes he wasn't just tired. He only allows himself a minute to rest, taking small sips of water before getting up to join the olders.Yoongi and J-hope were fussing over the minor details. "No, I think we should do more center stage.."

Namjoon went to ask what they were discussing, but a stomach cramp made nothing come out but a breathy groan, taking a few steps back before they noticed he approached.

Why now...? I need to get better not worse..

"I think we should do two songs on the left stage, three center and two on the right.." Yoongi countered.

"Namjoon-ah what do you think?"

J-hope was trying to ask him for advice, but he was too focused on keeping his stomach under control, walking a bit ahead of them to keep them from looking at him. "I trust your judgment.Do whatever you think is good Hoba."

"You don't trust mine?" Yoongi tries to tease him playfully, but Namjoon's eyes widen when he feels like he just disrespected his hyung.

"No, no its not like that Yoongi..I'm sorry." Namjoon does a slight bow, not wanting to bend.

"You don't have to be sorry.. Since we got that settled, let’s go back to the hotel." Yoongi gently pushed him towards the stairs.

He must be exhausted from practice. I think he came back too soon.

"I'll round up the kids." J-hope goes to the mankae line to tell them it was time to go, having the exact same thought as Yoongi.

The next day came, but instead of feeling better, Namjoon found himself three steps back. He woke up at six in the morning, dry heaving on the bathroom floor, already empty from the salad he had for dinner that night.

He was tempted to call Jin or Yoongi to come to his room, but then the concert popped in his mind, only making him feel worse..

It must just be stress and nerves.. I was cleared.. I can't still be sick..

Namjoon continued to lie to himself as he shakily rose to his feet getting himself a cup of hot water to try to sooth his raw throat.

"I don't have time for this...the concert is tonight.." Namjoon sighs, looking at his reflection in the mirror, seeing the dark circles and red cheeks. "I look awful.."

Namjoon quickly showers, putting on another layer of make up and taking another round of medicine to try to fight off the sickness that wouldn't leave.

"Good morning Hyung, did you sleep well?"

Jimin greets him with a worried expression when they meet up together to go back to the stadium. "Me and Junggukkie went out this morning to get you vitamins to try to help your energy for tonight."

"Thanks Jiminie..i probably slept a good five hours. It's hard to sleep on the first day of a concert.. especially when we're performing a song for the first time live." Namjoon replies, trying to keep the conversation off of him.

"I'm nervous but excited." Jungkook says bouncing his leg, clearly feeling more nervous than he's letting on.

"We practiced hard. We'll do fine." J-hope reassures him, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze.

Namjoon listened quietly to the others as they drove to the stadium, the others telling stories about past concerts, going over lyrics and practicing the native language. All the different conversations made his head spin.

"Are you okay Joon-ah?" J-hope asks when he sees Namjoon press his forehead into his palm.

"I'm just a little stressed, so it's giving me a headache. I'm worried about being able to keep up tonight." Namjoon couldn't say nothing was wrong.. not with J-hope. He was lucky his friend didn't catch on yesterday.

"If you want to sit on stage and just sing, you can Joon. You don't have to push yourself if you dont have the energy. I don’t want you fainting.." J-hope reassures Namjoon, squeezing his knee softly.

"Yeah joon. You shouldn't do more than you can.." Jin joins in the conversation, abandoning his conversation with Yoongi. Namjoon was more important than making sure he got the lyrics right..

"I'll see how I feel after the first few songs.. I know I'll feel stronger with army cheering. Don't worry about it. I'm just overthinking.." Namjoon tries to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal.

"Alright, but if I tell you you have to rest then you have to listen. Okay?" Jin speaks in a serious tone, not dropping it until he sees Namjoon nod.

I have to try...

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek when he feels another cramp in his stomach. "Can we go over Just one day one more time?"

Namjoon took the cocktail of vitamins to try to fight off the fatigue that made him feel dizzy.

"Here hyung.." Taehyung gives him a thermos. "To help wash it down."

"Thanks Tete.." Namjoon guessed correctly when he let the warm liquid touch his tongue. It was tea, mixed with ginseng and honey.

"No problem.. ah..hyungie, are you sure you're okay?" Taehyung asks voice thick with worry.

"I can do this. Don't worry. Just focus on the concert.." Namjoon ruffles Taehyung's hair.

"Hyung! She just did my hair.." Taehyung pouts, swatting his hand away.

"Oh, sorry.. I didn't think of that." Namjoon lies. He knew exactly what he was doing. Getting rid of Taehyung before he got a closer look at him.

"It's okay. I'll get it redone." Taehyung returns to the stylist, bowing in apology.

Namjoon goes to his makeup stylist. "I'm sorry..I tried helping by doing a basic layer.." he was safe as long as staff was working on getting him ready. He just needed to do his best to not stick out before sound check.

Soundcheck came, all seven boys going on stage together, starting with just singing spring day then dancing to Fire. Spring day went smoothly, but when it came to the next song, he found himself out of sync, when he dropped low he couldn't jump back up as quickly as the others and no matter what he did go try to fix it, all the jumps made his stomach hate him even more.

Namjoon knew the choreography perfectly. They've done it multiple times at many concerts, award shows, even just as a warm-up during practices, but he just couldn't concentrate. He picked up his mistake right away, guilt churning in his stomach as he tries to correct himself, but he couldn't get himself back on track. He lost the beat.

Sh*t..fu*k..!

He tried to follow the movements of the others, nearly missing his part to rap when he notices everyone move back.

Namjoon closed his eyes, focusing on only the music, ignoring everything else. The pain in his stomach, the throbbing headache, the chills that kept making him shiver. No..no..I can do this..

His mind and his body weren't in agreement. He ran into Jin when he was trying to switch positions, but both boys pretended nothing happened.

Namjoon felt tears swelling up, each wrong step weighing heavier than the last, making him feel worse. I can't do this...

Namjoon had to get off the stage, but in his feverish state he ends up going the wrong way, nearly stepping off the stage, army squealing to see him so close, some trying to grab him.

"No Namjoon-ah!" J-hope is the one to grab hold of him, pulling him by the back of his jacket.

"Hoseok-Ah, what's wrong?" Namjoon jumps when he feels J-hope grab the back of his jacket, noticing the end of the stage quickly backing up two steps. "Oh sh*t!"

"Namjoon-ah.." J-hope moves in front of Namjoon to look into his eyes, noticing they don't focus on him, looking glassy. "Joon, are you okay?"

Namjoon quickly looks away when he sees J-hope's panicked expression, but it is too late, he's already checking him over placing the back of his hand across his forehead.

"Namjoonie, your fevers returned.." J-hope states, sucking his breath through his teeth. "You're burning up with fever. "

"I'm fine." Namjoon pushes his hand away. "It's just the stage lights. It's hot here."

"Then why didn't you take off your jacket if it's so hot?" Yoongi was done with his excuses. Hw takes Namjoon's hand, pulling him backstage. "Hoba, please handle things up here.."

J-hope nods, going by Seokjin. "We aren't doing the small talk with army.

"Why? What's wrong?" Seokjin asks as soon as J-hope approaches when he notices Yoongi and Namjoon leaving the stage.

"Namjoon is still sick..Yoongi went to take care of him.." J-hope answers, bowing to army when he passes them.

Jin wanted to follow Yoongi but knew they couldn't just abruptly leave. They had to be professional. He gathers the remaining members to quickly say goodbye to the army, trying his best to hide the concern.

"Stay here for a bit, we'll handle things backstage.." j-hope orders the younger members.

"Love you army!" Jimin yells into the mic, giving a thumbs up to j-hope.

"Sorry..." Jungkook apologize into his.

Seokjin goes backstage to find Yoongi striping Namjoon out of the jean jacket he was wearing. "Yoongi, how is he?"

"Namjoonie is running a high fever.." Yoongi explains, taking a towel to wipe the sweat from Namjoon’s face. "I can't believe I didn't notice until now."

"It's not a big deal.." Namjoon says softly, not having the energy to fight off Yoongi removing his shoes and socks.

"Be quiet Namjoon-ah.. let me take care of you." Yoongi gently orders him. "Joon, did you bring any medicine with you?"

Namjoon nods, Seokjin quickly going to find where the young rapper put it. He finds the liquid medicine Namjoon shoved in his bag pouring some out for him to drink.

"Hyungie is still sick?" Jungkook runs towards them.

"Did you explain things to army?"

"I did my best without trying to worry them.."

"I tried too, but they see right through my lies."Taehyung bows his head in apology. "I'm sorry hyung.."

"It's fine Hyung. They'd find out sooner or later." Yoongi takes the medicine from Seokjin, tipping the cup to Namjoon's lips.

Namjoon tries to swallow, but it doesn't make it past his throat before his breakfast from this morning makes a reappearance, heaving loudly as the half digested rice sprays across the floor before anyone has time to react.

"Sh*t..Sh*t Joon.." Yoongi looks around with widened eyes for something for him to get sick in before the next retching comes.

J-hope feels nauseous when he hears it, backing up slowly. Namjoon feels his stomach knot up even more with guilt when he sees him fleeing, along with seeing the mess he's made, some of the white mush hitting Yoongi's shoes. "I..i..so..rrp-" He burps up more sick puffing up his cheeks, refusing to let more hit the already soiled floor.

Seokjin provides him with one placing it in front of Namjoon, gently rubbing his back. "It's okay baby, it's okay.. it's not your fault.."

Namjoon allows the sick to fill the bin, gripping the small bin, his knuckles turning white. His stomach churns again, pushing up watery liquid. "Hyung...it h..hurts.." he says in a breathy whimper as his body continues, heaving not allowing him any breaks to breathe.

"I know, Joonah, I know.. it'll be over soon.. just try to take deep breaths.. you're hyperventilating, sweetie.."

"I..i..I ca..." Namjoon coughs, gagging up nothing but foamy salvia.

"You need to try.." Yoongi gently urges him.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, whimpering when he feels the pain burning his sides.

"That's it, good, good..." Seokjin let's go of the breath didn't even realize he was holding when he hears Namjoon's retching dying down, leaving the rapper trembling and fighting to catch his breath.

Seokjin gently peels Namjoons fingers from the waste bin, gently pulling him back away from the mess. "Here Joon-ah..lay down baby.. it's okay.."

Seokjin places Namjoon's head in his lap, gently moving his plastered bangs from his forehead, gently rubbing his thumb across Namjoon’s temple"There is that any better?"

"I..I'm dizzy..an..and the f..floor is c.cold..Hyung.." Namjoon murmurs, clinging to Seokjin's waist. The oldest vocalist gets startled by his sudden affection.

"Oh Joon-ah, you're really not doing well.." Yoongi takes the towel to wipe the sweat off of Namjoon's skin.

"We need to get him to a hospital.." Seokjin motions for the staff who's been watching the scene, but Namjoon grabs his wrist.

"I'll..I'll be okay in a few minutes..no..no hospital..i have to perform.." Namjoon coughs, his throat still burning.

"Hyungie.. you can't.. you're sick.." Jungkook kneels down in front of him. "I know how hard it is to sit out, but you can't perform .."

"I won't m.mmess up th..this time.." Namjoon whimpers out the words.

"No one cares you messed up, baby. You just can't perform in this condition.." Seokjin tries to stroke his hair but Namjoon pushes his hand away.

Namjoon sits up, swaying into Seokjin. "I..I have to! We've all been practicing for months, we've been getting army ex..exci..ted.. I..I can't d..disappoi.." His voice breaks off in a sob when his stomach turns into a ball of anxiety, clutching his stomach.

Jungkook hugs onto his ailing hyung. "Don't cry it's okay..it's..we understand, and so does army. You can't help it if you're sick.." he strokes Namjoon's back, feeling the heat radiating off of him. "You're gonna make yourself worse..pleaSe..?" The last word cracks as he breaks into a sob.

"Kook-ah don't.." Namjoon whispers.

Don't cry because of me..I've already ruined enough.. you still have to sing tonight..

"Hyungie I'm..I'm sorry.." Jungkook lip quivers, voice coming out as a shaky whimper when he feels Namjoon growing heavier in his arms the shivering worsening. "Namjoon-ah!"

"I..I'm..I'm okay..ju..jus..dizty..." Namjoon's words come out slurred, pressing his forehead into his shoulder.

"We need to cool him down.. could I have an ice pack?" Seokjin asks staff, already having some on hand. "Thank you.." he bows his head as he take one, placing it on the nape of Namjoon's neck after wrapping it in a towel.

"That's cold..!" Namjoon whines, clinging closer to the warm mankae.

"It's okay Hyung...I got you.." Jungkook rubs Namjoon’s shoulders, trying to ease some of the tension out wanting to do something to help. "You gotta rel..relax a little okay..?" His voice trembled with the tears that could not control.

Namjoon takes a few deep breaths, enduring the cold. I gotta..or I can't perform..

Jungkook sniffles, wiping his nose, feeling his heart and getting lighter when Namjoon stops leaning on him so heavily, the shivers becoming less violent. "I..I think it's working..'

"Sorry Jungkook-ah.." Namjoon murmurs an apology. "I..I'm good now.."

"Don't be sorry Hyungie.. it's okay. Lean on me as much as you want.."

Namjoon shakes his head. "No.. no..I'm being..a big baby..not your hyung.. You guys are right..I can't do this.."

Jungkook feels the tension in his body loosen when he hears Namjoon sounding more like himself. "It's okay.."

"Hyung...hyung listen!" Taehyung blurts out everyone getting quiet to listen.

"Kim Namjoon..It's okay!" The stadium were all cheering over and over.

Namjoon smiles softly. "Seems you're right Koo.."

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