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Me Time (Namjoon x Yn/Reader)
Word Count: 7.23k
Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n
Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Kissing (french and other), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, clit/pussy sucking, orgasms (multiple, yours and his), flirting, seduction, semi-missionary sex, intense sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, Namjoon has money/a nice place/is a rich guy in this one. If I missed one, it is what it is.
Genre: Strangers to Lovers, PWP
AUs: None
Summary: You head to the woods for a Me Day. When you encounter a handsome stranger more than once, it becomes an ‘Us’ day that you could get used to.
Author’s Note: Glad to be back and I’m happy to have my comeback be a Namjoon adventure. This was requested by @worldwideseal a bit ago and I've been trying hard to finish it.
Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, let me know in a comment.
Tag list: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes
It was a solid battle. A contemplation in the drinks aisle, door open and chilled air rolling over your sun warmed skin. If you were accused of debating too long, it wasn’t something you’d deny. The cool air felt nice on the sting of what had clearly proved a bit too long in the midday sun.
A wonderful way to start your weekend: an unexpectedly challenging hike that was supposed to take less than 30 minutes from the parking lot. But that proved to be for those initiated types–the ones who made a hike with a considerable grade look like a jaunt.
For you it was a bit more like a gauntlet of misery. So you’d more than justified it to yourself, leaning against the drinks cooler door frame, letting your profile crush against the frosted surface.
You hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching but the voice came through. Clear. Amused. No need to look because a grin stretched the distance between the few words over your shoulder.
“Contemplating life or flavors?”
You straightened, grip finding and holding the door handle. The chilly rush over your cheeks did something to help the panic, which helped a little. You couldn’t blame that kind of tell on lack of sunscreen or an unplanned too-long-hike in the sun.
“It’s rough.” You barely replied. Eyes popping, you grabbed the brightest color visible front and center: blue ice. Lowest on your list, but it was in your hand and you stepped aside.
A large hand grazed your own as grips traded on the door handle.
The form stepping into your spot in front of the open case was just obvious enough: Big. Broad. Tanned just right. The kind of golden that said it was real deal stuff. No spray tan or tanning bed nonsense.
The man leaned forward, eyes closing as he hummed into the same cold air your pores sucked up earlier.
You swallowed, eyes lingering on the necklines. And the biceps, rounded, stressing the cuffs of his white t-shirt sleeves just enough. Suddenly you were hungry–the handful of crackers and cheese burned up long ago in the car. You’d eaten fast and should have prepared more, but now you saw something meaty.
Something in a healthy, hunky shape, grinning your way, eyes finally open and meeting your nervous stare. Your eyes widened again. At least you kept your mouth neutral–an even line.
He had a nice smile as selected the same flavor you’d chosen, nodding your way.
“Good flavor. You like it too?”
You looked down, turned the bottle over in your grip, and looked back up.
Shrugging, you waved the bottle a little. “It’s up there.”
One perfectly thick brow arched as the man offered a timid smile. He didn’t move much, but his bangs still lolled. The tips feathered his forehead, hypnotizing your senses for a moment. You’d barely noticed the world huffing up the winding trails outside the store, melting under your tank top and workout leggings.
He had the faintest sweat–something normally unappealing. He’d managed to make a biological response magical. The slickness on his skin looked good.
“Up there? Not your go-to?”
In the middle of the only store for 45 minutes in either direction, there wasn’t room to be choosy. Trade offs were made for a weekend away from your city apartment. A lot more space. A lot LESS amenities.
But sometimes there were unexpected perks—exhibit A standing just within reach.
Blue Ice traded hands as he reached into the case again. This time he selected a considerable bottle of Evian and shook it, like you’d done before. Both his cheeks developed dimples as he beamed.
Your fingers tightened on the cold plastic bottle that you now gripped for dear life. Your throat was tight enough. It wasn’t the only part suddenly unable to relax. The reason was familiar and longer overdue: Attraction. Raw and unbridled. Washing over you.
“Can’t beat water. Perfect palette cleanser.” Murmuring, his fingers wrapped both bottle necks with room to spare as they overlapped.
“You’re not local.” He added once his assessing gaze finished at your face.
A scoff dislodged the lump in your throat, allowing a breath.
“Is it that obvious?”
You boiled inside all over again–as warm inside as the surface of your skin felt outwardly when a wide, warm smile changed the entire handsome face in front of you.
If he was a local you’d eat the map you’d grabbed from the gift shop ‘section’ of the store.
“Maybe.” He added a wink, then looked beyond you, towards the clerk leaning into the counter by the register, yawning her way through the local paper with low lids. She hadn’t looked up when you came in, but she couldn’t have missed this guy.
“Are you?” It was natural to ask so you didn’t feel awkward about it.
“Yes and No.”
“I don’t live here year round. I visit now and then.”
“What’s that mean?” You watched his free hand go into a pocket, then come back out with a square of leather.
His head jerked towards the end of the aisle and you took a step, matching his as he walked and talked.
“Family?” Your eyes scanned the shelves as you moved along, trailing the man but also debating just how hungry you felt before it was too late and you were back into the hike back to your car. It seemed just a touch too far away right now and those Oreos on the upcoming end cap looked all too tempting.
“No.” He chuckled, glancing at you, then following your eyes to the Oreos. With a rakish grin, the man grabbed two packs and they joined the drinks, tucked against the inside, pinned in place by the inside of his arm.
You suddenly wondered what that arm would feel like around your neck. Maybe bent over the counter, with his lips along your ear, his hips screwing slowly against your ass. Bold and full of fire.
That kind of body heat wouldn’t be the worst thing to suffer. You were piping hot in a few places as it was.
“I own a place up the hill.” He was stopped at the aisle end. You thought about going around, but didn’t. No need to end this encounter any sooner than it was going to be over. It wasn’t getting any less hot outside either.
“Yeah?” You returned a smile.
“Mmhm. What’s your name?”
You hesitated, bringing the drink bottle to your neck and rolling it along one side. You kind of like it more than a lot that his eyes followed the motion. His patient smile didn’t falter but something flashed in his eyes.
“Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you.” He said. “I’d shake your hand but—”
Your hand shot out. Until now you weren’t the type for hand shakes. How quickly that changed.
“Namjoon” He pumped your hand as he spoke again. That big palm was warm and smooth. Silky and dry. By contrast you wondered just how dewy your palm still felt. You’d spent quite a bit of time wiping palms on your thighs as you’d paused all too often on every hill during the hike. But he didn’t have to know that.
Namjoon gave no indication he minded, if anything was amiss. “Nice to meet you.”
Finally he moved again and you watched his back as he stopped at the counter. The employee barely looked up, coming away from the counter to situate herself mostly behind the register. The beep of each scan started. In between Namjoon made more conversation, which was a relief because you couldn’t keep your focus on talking with the way your eyes feasted on his ass and calves.
Everything from his hips down looked impossibly tight in his light gray workout pants.
“You hiked up here then?”
Leaning around him, you stole a look at your chosen drink still on the counter, then sighed.
“Yeah.”
Namjoon moved your bottle towards his selections. The girl was efficient, scanning so fast you had no time to protest. With a single blink you pointed.
“...That’s mine.”
He had to forget. That was it. Best to remind him. Just like him, you’d queued up to pay. Reasonable for how you expected things to go. Even if you hadn’t expected to meet someone in the middle of choosing. But that was life sometimes: unplanned, bringing pleasant surprise on the back of undesired situations.
“I know.” Namjoon opened his wallet.
You noted several cards in various colors. Even black—you knew enough about people who owned a black card. It took a certain level of financial security and comfort to get one of those.
He’d already paid and turned towards you again with your drink held out in offering. You took it. When he passed a pack of Oreos along after, you sputtered. It wasn’t an insult to injury for the extra sugar, or the worst thing. The cheap energy would help your dreaded trip back down the hill.
Still… How he’d decided to be so kind. To a stranger.
“Why?” You inquired, low and confused. Feeling all kinds of knotted up inside at his kindness and that flame still going inside your chest.
Namjoon stepped around you and started for the door, taking your focus with him as you turned, and paced him with your stare. Looking back, he held the door open and spoke.
“I wanted to. Be careful out there.”
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You kept replaying things in your head, carefully shuffling sideways down the steep hill. There hadn’t seemed to be so many on the way up, but the grade felt a lot more intense going the other direction, towards the store.
Now, having some distance from the store, you felt a little sheepish over quietly cursing your decision to come up here. It was a lovely day outside, instead of the boiling, sun soaked hell you’d sworn it had become earlier.
Unscrewing your drink cap you took another healthy swallow and swatted at the tinny whine of a mosquito hovering near your ear. You slapped another away from your shoulder and marched down the hill again, taking more cautious steps.
As you came around a corner, you noticed a form and barely glanced further beyond, where the hill sloped down again, into the shadows of forest canopy. Darkness and coolness was promised and you couldn’t wait.
You made your way by with measured steps, almost shuffling to keep from tumbling down the trail, treading on the loose gravel and natural divots of long dislodged rocks.
It wouldn’t be attractive to go the rest of the way down on your backside.
“Y/n?” A curious voice, tinged in muted surprise.
You looked towards the voice as your pace slowed and the figure turned to greet your approach. Clear as day: the tall frame with white t-shirt impressively stretched over a broad front.
Namjoon’s face, still fresh as it’d been meeting him a bit ago, beamed.
His sunglasses were off, resting on his head and he wiped a hand on his thigh, then extended it. You tried wiping a hand too, missing a good amount of the dirt kissed palm. Namjoon shook hands anyway.
As he glanced where you’d been heading, you stole a once over. Namjoon didn’t look any more sweat soaked than he’d been. The hill grades weren’t a challenge for him. If he’d hiked to get to that store too, he was in MUCH better shape. You’d never have guessed he’d just come up these hills, looking unflagged in front of the drink cooler.
“So you didn’t drive to the store.” You voiced the determination, earning a raised brow.
“Is that bad?”
“No.”
“I DID drive to the parking lot down there.” Namjoon motioned in that direction. “The road is too long and winding through the woods to get up there safely. From the parking lot it’s an easier walk.”
An easier walk. You scoffed softly and wiped the back of a hand across your brow.
“You parked down there too?” He continued, casually wiping trail dust off his shirt.
“Not quite.” When he looked up again, both brows rose. The least you could do was a little more explanation. Lamely you added “..My friend dropped me off. I have to meet her back down there in a little bit.”
“That’s nice of her.” He murmured with a smile. His cheekbones had a brief glimmer. Even the overhead sun couldn’t do a thing to dim his appeal. Sweaty or dry as a bone. Rain soaked. Something told you that Namjoon was all-weather handsome.
“Yeah.” You agreed.
You watched your sneaker toe bully through the dirt in an uneven line. Your muscles protested menacingly from this tiny action. Much too much. Burning and twitching had found a nice home there. The croissant and half a coffee you’d wolfed down for morning fuel hadn’t left a single ounce of energy by now. You were paying for it now, even with half a sports drink down.
“You should walk down there with me.”
You were equally surprised and thankful he asked. The company was welcoming and you needed to see his car. Having several cards in his wallet and looking so good even after a moderately intense hike? Namjoon wasn’t driving a beater.
“Sure..” You responded, waiting just long enough to look like it’d been a little debate.
Namjoon pushed upright from the leaning he’d been doing against a tree just off the trail and stepped towards you. Turning to face downhill, he strode forward and you followed, falling into pace. His strides were long, but he went slow enough. It was like he sussed your flagging energy and mounting fatigue. You weren’t exactly projecting boundless energy.
However long the hike felt going uphill, time bent again and it seemed over all too soon as you paced Namjoon to the parking lot’s asphalt edge after coming around the last trail bend a short time later.
As you stood next to him, looking at the few cars in spaces scattered across the lot, Namjoon turned his face up to the sun and let his head fall back.
You slid your pack straps off both shoulders and brought it around to your front. Namjoon rifled through his pocket, doing the same to free himself from his mid-size backpack. The keys jingled as he looked away from you, to a far corner of the lot.
“Your friend here yet?” He inquired, squinting.
You scanned. Nowhere did you see the familiar rust nibbled Isuzu. An antique by some measure but it served her father well in college and he’d maintained the interior parts enough to keep it going even now. The car got you up here and you were fairly confident it’d get you back to town.
“Not yet.” You thought about calling but didn’t go for your cell phone, setting your pack at your feet instead. Namjoon noticed, double taking.
“Well..” He began, leaning down and grabbing a strap, then lifting the pack like it was empty. It certainly hadn’t felt that way going up OR down the trail. “..Let me drive you? Where are we headed?”
“You don’t have to–” A tut cut you off toot suite.
“I want to, Y/n. Where are we going?”
Inhaling, you almost choked on trail dust still lingering at the lot edge. The dread of the trip back home in a car without AC was pulling you down into despair. In spite of your friend's optimism, all the windows down had not helped nearly as promised and it wouldn’t be better now, sweaty and tired.
You glanced at Namjoon after a moment.
“...Well.. Where are you going?”
Namjoon’s smile was cheeky. “Me? I have a place about 20 minutes drive from here. You’re welcome to hang out there and wait for your friend.”
“I could do that.” You should, not wanting to go all the way back up that hellish trail, to the store. No way you’d make it. No need to even delude yourself. The Isuzu and the trail would not see YOU again, for now.
“Yeah? I know it’s cliche. Stranger danger..”
“Maybe but.. What the hell. It’ll be nice to see your place and find out there’s more than a few damp cabins out here. So long as it’s not a rotting shack in the pines, we’re golden.” Your mind supplied endless visions of bugs, bears and poison oak. It was anybody’s guess what you’d encounter but there was 1 of those 3, minimum.
“Hmm.” A playful glare leveled your way. “There’s not much land value in a moss covered single level dwelling these days. The market wouldn’t bear it and I’m not into that kind of ambiance.”
“Thank goodness.”
Namjoon reached where he’d been looking: the lot corner, and a cobalt blue sedan parked there. It was dusty but otherwise in great shape. MUCH better than no-AC and AM radio only.
You followed, keeping within a step or two. As you both made your way, Namjoon spoke again.
“You can call your friend when we get to my place and hang out until they get there. Deal?”
You nodded.
He opened the passenger door first and watched you climb in, then moved to that back passenger door and opened it. A gentle lob had both your packs situated across the back seat.
As Namjoon settled into the driver’s seat, you buckled your seatbelt,then let your legs stretch out. The footwell was roomy too. This was proving to be a good decision the more time went on. You wouldn’t have bet on this kind of luck turn hours ago.
Namjoon was smiling, watching you get comfortable. The car came to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror.
“I wouldn’t object to some food too.” You suggested, watching him study the mirror’s reflection, then glance back as he reversed out of the parking spot. He shifted to drive, jaw muscles briefly flexing before he spoke.
“I can take care of that.”
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You finished the last bite of apple and chewed, staring out the picture window.
Namjoon had more than a ramshackle place with walls, windows and a few doors. It was like something out of Mountain Living magazine–of which you were sure you’d seen a few issues neatly stacked on the coffee table in the living room when he’d led you through.
This kitchen was spacious. More than any other cabin you’d spent time in.Even if that number wasn’t high, THIS place was impressive. It shouldn’t have been a shock, spotting all the cards in his wallet. That was plenty of foreshadowing.
Even if assumptions weren’t fair.
You swallowed and turned away from the view, setting the remains of the apple on the kitchen table and headed for the living room. You took a loop around the perimeter, studying the bookshelf, paying close attention to the single shelf dedicated to what looked like photo albums.
You were tempted to pull one off and go through it. But you didn’t, turning your attention to the photos on the nearby wall: lots of candid photos of nature. Namjoon’s selfies tended to be unique: his form standing in the distance of the shot, back to the camera.
Or in silhouette barely at the edges. You liked a particularly vibrant one of his bare back to the camera, shorts soaked to the skin with water, flesh glistening in the sun against the expanse of a sky so blue it hardly seemed real.
It looked like some kind of lake. You wondered where this body of water was, hopeful it wasn’t far, then went to work pondering how it would have been behind the lens, taking the shot.
...And what would happen after, when the picture was done and Namjoon turned around with that smile.
A smile you’d grown to really like A LOT since the store.
Hearing a door close, you turned towards the dark hall where the sound had come from. There was a little motion under the door at the far end, shadows moving across a sliver of light at the bottom.
A moment later the door came open and Namjoon’s form filled the newly made space. Not long after his footsteps came towards you. When he came through from the dark into light, your senses reeled.
Namjoon was flushed and smiling, hair wet and slicked back, cheeks plumped in a shy grin. He’d changed shirts. This one was thinner and more ivory than optic white. You knew that shape at the front of his chest and the tiny perking points.
You blinked away the stun and smiled back.
“You reach your friend?” He asked, walking towards, then around you, heading for the couch.
You turned. “Yeah.” You’d hit voicemail. It wasn’t your best message and you probably sounded breathless, describing what had happened on your hike and trying to summarize Namjoon in the space of 30 seconds.
Lord knows how your friend would take it.
“I…” You paused and Namjoon’s head turned your way.
“Hmm?” He’d paused arranging the couch cushions, even though they looked perfect to you. “What is it?”
God you felt…dumb admitting this but it was best to spit the truth out. Time would betray you eventually.
“I wasn’t sure of your address so I couldn’t leave one on the voicemail.”
Namjoon chuckled warm and slow. You wanted to grab a throw pillow nearby and stuff your face into it, to swallow up the responsive squeal aching to escape your throat.
“I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” He motioned to the magazines. “You could have done it the sneaky way.. That’s got my address.”
“I’m not a sneaky type.” You replied. Namjoon nodded.
“Appreciate that. Well.. “ He inhaled and picked up one of the smaller pillows, then lobbed it at the far end of the couch. “...If you want to call them back, I’ll give you my address–officially.”
Did you REALLY want to call your friend right now? This place was pretty damned nice and so was the company. Mulling it over, you finally shrugged.
“In a little bit.” Namjoon’s brows dropped. You fumbled, continuing. “...If that’s okay? I mean…I can—”
“It’s fine.” His brows were soft arches over dark, comforting eyes again. “I like the company.”
“Me too.” It was exciting how the confession sent heat through you. Rubbing at your neck, you realized how sweaty and icky you still felt. Namjoon’s head cocked as he walked closer to you.
“I’m really glad we met today, Y/n. I like the isolation here but…Having another person around is even better, when I’m in the mood.”
“Is it?” You croaked, swallowing a lump. Your nod was almost a twitch. “..You’re in the mood to have someone around today?”
“I wasn’t at first.” Namjoon’s pause dragged on until you met his stare, gazing into the depths of his eyes right there, just above you. “..That changed…” He snickered and softly murmured “...for some reason.”
You could tell he was being cheeky and it was delightful. You couldn’t help giggling too.
“I wonder why..” You sighed.
After a minute, Namjoon looked around. “Let’s get a little more comfortable then. You want to go clean up? My shower’s back there..”
He indicated where he’d come from, with a nod. As if you hadn’t watched him go there prior, the apple pressed to your lips and heart pounding as you drank in this entire place.
“Thanks..” Was all you managed, head bowing a little. You slipped past him. Namjoon’s turn to watch you go briefly clear in your peripherals.
“Just pick whatever out of my dresser. Plenty to choose from. See you soon.”
“You have a beautiful bathroom.” You confided, watching Namjoon standing next to you. It was getting to a really nice addiction: you and he, just sharing this space. It’d only been a few hours but it was like a lifetime away from the rest of the world.
Namjoon looked away from the living room window and smiled at you. “Thanks.”
What you’d WANTED to say was ‘This whole place is amazing.’, but you weren’t psychic or brave enough to voice that–just yet.
Combing wet strands back, you shook your hair out again. It was still a little damp from the shower, but you felt so much better with the grime and sweat washed away.
You hadn’t realized just how much you’d collected tromping up and down the hills out there. Not until you’d felt the rivulets of perfectly hot water winding down your body under the massive shower head, did you really conceive how messy you’d gotten.
The whole shower experience here left your skin humming and nicely warm. A far cry from your apartment’s modest water pressure and scalding or ice cold temperature poles. If you were honest, you could get used to this.
“I appreciate the compliment.” Namjoon finally said. “I wasn’t sure about the head but it’s got your approval. Think I’ll keep it.”
When you locked eyes, he winked, grin wider than before. He was more handsome with dimples.
“What else do you do out here, alone?” You voiced your curiosity this time. Maybe it was the inhibitions washed away with the sudsy heat or something else at play, but it was out before you could regret.
Namjoon took it well.
“Alone? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit out on the back deck or soak in the hot tub outback and stare at the sky. Listen to nature. Ponder the big questions in life..”
It all sounded pretty damned good. Beat the hell out of your couch and the usual television fare.
“Hmm.” You stared at him again. Another question slipped out as quickly as it had popped into your mind. “...And when you’re not alone?”
You matched the way Namjoon raised a brow. When he chuckled your chest went light.
“Bit of an intimate kind of question, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.” You retorted. “If what you do is something intimate.”
Like storm clouds rolling across a sky, darkening the beauty with impressive danger, a shadowy energy flitted through Namjoon’s eyes. But you weren’t scared. You were absolutely riveted. For once in your normally gun shy, socially conservative life.
“And if I said it was something intimate?”
He was good, dodging a direct answer just enough. He knew just how to feed your interest with words and the things between them. You licked your lips, feeling them twitch as your tongue rolled along.
“..Sounds like a good time. Care to share?”
Who were you, suddenly digging for details? Normally this was kosher for your friends. You’d earned the right, but with a basic stranger like Namjoon? You knew you had a lot of nerve. And you were taking a HUGE gamble.
“Mmm.” Namjoon stepped close again, not much space now between the front of his body and your own. You didn’t back up, lifting your chin to keep eye contact. His smile shrank.
“I do whatever I want. Or..my guest wants. I’m interested in being the best host I can, if I have company.”
“Yeah?”
Namjoon nodded. He let you take another breath, then continued.
“You’re my guest. What do you want to do? What’s your pleasure?” It was really, REALLY sexy the way Namjoon was opening his place to you. And from the energy you detected, he was willing to give himself too.
“Have you ever done it here?”
“Done ..’it’? What’s it?” He queried, teasingly. Your forehead felt hot again. You blinked and Namjoon leaned down a little.
“..You mean sex? Are you asking me if I’ve fucked here?” His breath washed across your lips. You couldn’t help nodding or the whine that escaped. Namjoon’s hungry stare burrowed into your soul. He nibbled briefly on his lip.
“I have. Plenty of times. It’s been a while, though.”
“Has it?” You squeaked as he ran fingertips along your jaw and added pressure at your chin, tipping your face up more.
“Mmnhmm.” Namjoon’s smile unfurled again. “..Has it been long for you?”
You stammered, suddenly amnesiac over the last time you’d properly fucked. Of course you had, and the experiences rated ‘okay’ by usual standards, but work and life wedged a lot of time between each session. Forgettable was too perfect a way to describe how it all seemed now.
“It’s been a minute.” You finally managed.
“Want to remedy that?”
Maybe it sounded corny coming from anyone else, in a dark, muggy club dancefloor or bar, but Namjoon’s suggesting it now came off only as unadulterated heat. And something you wanted so very much.
“Yes.” It was a gasp. Maybe a plea.
“God Y/n..” Namjoon watched your fingers circling his broad wrist. You pulled his hand closer to your lips and grazed them over a few fingertips. You tingled as his lips parted and his lids lowered.
Whatever he was trying to say you were sure it was the same feeling flooding through your entire body. Pulsing inside you, ending right between your legs as they trembled like they’d never done before. More than any hike could ever induce.
You cut him off. “..Relax me, Namjoon. Make me forget everything for a while.”
It was like the shadow darkened hallway stretched on forever as Namjoon moved, carrying you. You couldn’t wrap around him more, but you wanted to try, tightening your thighs around his waist.
He didn’t have wide hips, but they were sturdy as he walked, pacing slowly across the wood floor in a leisurely path to the bedroom. You dimly knew the space waited beyond that doorway at the far end. And you wanted time to condense again, to bring you both where nature said you should be: in Namjoon’s bed.
Doing things that nature intended for two people at the mercy of attraction were fated to do.
Namjoon didn’t pause kissing you as he opened the door, then bumped it wider with a hip. You were in the bedroom, the setting sun’s rays barely filtering through the treetops outside the nearby window.
As he paused at the bed, then leaned over it, the kiss broke. Reds and fiery orange hues outlined Namjoon’s triangular upper body as he braced a palm into the bed, finally leaned over enough that your back met the mattress.
“Let go.” He whispered.
You fell entirely into the bed, grateful for the cushioned fall. Your hair and limbs splayed. Namjoon’s eyes stayed on your, enjoying your slow wriggle as he grasped his shirt and hauled it up, then off. It met the bed nearby.
Your own hands clutched down the length of your body, finding the shirt you’d chosen from his offered selection.
“Don’t.” Namjoon growled, dropping his bottoms next. Then his briefs, unbothered at the ferocity of his erect cock springing vertical on escape. He mounted the bed on one knee, outside your hip, then the other one joined and he loomed over your again, head to toe bare of a stitch of clothes.
Sure you’d pondered how he looked in that shower when he’d taken his turn. And under those tight workout pants in the store. Now all was coming clear. All was on a platter, right in front of you—or over you, as it were.
Your body arched, breasts jostling. Namjoon cupped the outside of a breast and stroked his thumb across the nipple. It perked and he studied the shape through the t–shirt. A garment you desperately wanted to lose.
In the game of ‘naked’, he was leagues ahead of you.
“I’m…Namjoon, please–” You sputtered, then groaned loudly when he pinched that tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged. His touch was gone in a blink and he gathered your shirt, pushing it higher, up to your neck. Head bowed, he backed down towards the foot of the bed a bit more, until his mouth stopped above your navel.
“Let me.” He purred, peeling down the boxers you’d borrowed too, and taking them to your knees. While one hand pushed them to your ankles, then off, Namjoon’s nose spiraled your mound.
You heard his inhale. The groan he let out was sinfully needy too. You bent your right knee, drawing that leg up a little more and lifting your ass off the bed. Delivering your pussy right against his wide open mouth, swooping in to latch onto your clit.
Namjoon sucked deep and tight, lips perfectly sealed. Then the pulsing started. He was quiet enough, only making a pop sound when he pulled away now and then.
It wasn’t like he needed to suck your clit or slide his tongue through your folds to open them. It already felt hot and slippery. Your flesh ached in a way that said making out had long since done the trick.
But Namjoon was enjoying himself and explored with his pointer finger, tracing it through you, stopping down at your opening. Teasing the winking muscle until it clenched again and your thighs shook.
“You’re so wet..Y/n. You like this don’t you? Are you always this ready when it’s been a while?”
You nodded. You couldn’t be sure it was true but if that’s what he wanted to hear, if felt like the truest answer you could give. He seemed to accept it diving down to lick, then stab his tongue deeper into you, pushing through your muscle.
He scooped your widening thighs up and wrapped them over his shoulders. Hugged them against the sides of his neck as he moaned, jaw dropping wider open. Pushing into you, lifting your hips higher and bringing your ass off the bed again.
A lake of heat was swirling in your belly. You wanted to tell him you were close because you felt like the edge was right there, you precariously toes over and staring down into the fall.
But you couldn’t get the words out. It was only a long, confused hiss of pleasure as fingers slid into you. Pulled out and dipped in again. Namjoon’s fingers worked to stir you up inside, drawing slick out from the depths, slathering it all over you on the outside. Making a delicious mess.
When you couldn’t take it anymore and your chest heaved, Namjoon pulled back enough and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He joined them together and turned you onto one side, hooking them neatly over the bend of one elbow, palm planted deep into the bed with an impressive divot.
It was so much concentrated weight focused into one point, you felt the bed sink just a little. Namjoon’s face came into view over you. He groped between your bodies, finding himself and guiding the tip to nest perfectly against you.
When his bare cock slid inside you, it was done in a single, firm stroke. It wasn’t about the power of his thrust. It was the unhesitant drive in his hips, planting his cock deep and pushing a strangled gasp right out of you.
Your upper body twisted, neck and head craning away. Profile bracing into the bed, you inhaled, head spinning off the scent of clean, fresh soap, light sweat and errant traces of Namjoon’s natural scent.
You keened as he pulled back, slid a hand down your side and cupped the hip facing up, then sunk back in. The pumping was seamless. He flowed in and out of you, building speed but keeping the perfect depth. Hitting spots inside you that sent sparks across your scalp. Sent rails of fire down your spine. Curled your toes, when he circled into you and his hips snapped.
“You feel so good on my cock.. God baby..that’s it..” Over you, Namjoon’s exhale coasted along your skin, burning hot as he muttered wondrously.
You could only whimper, nails sunk into the crook of his nearer elbow, head rolling back to keep your briefly open eyes focused on the ceiling beyond Namjoon’s rocking head.
He murmured. Fucked. Pushed your knees high as he folded your twisted body up more. Condensed what little tight, wet space was inside you, more and more. There was only so much room and it was full–slick came out more and more as he pulled out and rammed back in.
It was an unmistakable wet slap loud and clear over Namjoon’s huffing. He was putting in the work and you were back at the edge, now something invisible wrapping and pulling you over. You tumbled, cumming hard. Cumming quick, seizing around his cycling cock.
Namjoon’s head lolled backwards, but he kept going, through your rippling walls. Working up a froth through the creamy mess building as you squeezed and pulsed. Your throat opened as you groaned out a “P..Please..don’t s..stop…”
Your guts seized so hard you couldn’t cry out when Namjoon heeded your request and let himself really go, fucking you deeper. Harder. Jerking your whole body up the bed as he followed. You weren’t escaping–not from him. Not from the gut wrenching orgasm ripping through you.
The world whited as your eyes rolled up entirely, leaving you sightless. Your purpose on this earth: to feel every bit of ecstasy rushing through you and sending you to the brink of human experience.
With the release of pressure a trickle followed down to your ass. Namjoon faltered. His lips dove down to your ear.
“..Inside or…o..out..”
No time to think meant no room for regret. You HAD to know.
“Inside. Fill me up, Namjoon..” Your lips joined in a deep, ravenous kiss, gobbling up his moan as he shuddered. A few rough thrusts later, he was still, plunged deep, pulsing. Your twitching pussy probably felt like heaven to him as he emptied every drop into you.
When it was over, Namjoon carefully pulled back. His cock slipped out and you felt emptier. For a moment your muscles stayed open, then closed up tight. Like they were determined to hold onto every ounce of what this man had just given.
“Holy…shit.” Namjoon wiped a forearm across his brow and laughed slowly, Adam’s apple dancing.
“You felt..so good.” You blurted out. It took a few moments to see beyond the last rays of sunset through the window. The bouquet of colors was gone, leaving a muted, reddish haze.
Namjoon’s shoulders flexed back as he rolled his neck. “..If you could understand how your pussy feels.. Fuck..” With a groan he combed his bangs back.
“Worth the wait?”
You tickled the downy trail running south, below his navel, then situated both calves on the outside of his hips. Namjoon’s hands rested loose on your hips. He wasn’t shy, eyeing your whole body and wearing the smirk of a job well done.
There was no doubt he’d smashed your previous experiences. Your insides twitched and your head had barely cleared. You’d just come back to the present, cobbling together enough focus for basic conversation.
“And then some..” Namjoon hummed, seizing your wrist and bringing that hand to his lips. He tucked a kiss into that palm. Leering down at you, he cupped that hand against the center of his chest. Right between those big, perfectly muscled pecs.
“Ready to call your friend?” There was a distant hope sparkling in his eyes. You knew as well as he did: No was acceptable, again.
“In a little bit.” You murmured, then glanced at his bedroom door. He’d left it open. His mouth shifted into a half grin.
“Something else you want—maybe somewhere else around here?”
“Well I noticed a hot tub outside.”
“That’s right.” Namjoon’s muscles shifted under your palm. Your fingers curled along his skin, lightly pressing in, trying to feel more. You wanted more of him, not just the tour of his place.
“We should try it out.”
“We can do that. A soak is good for the muscles.”
“I’ve heard that. ….Got time to give me a full tour after that?” Whatever he might have planned for the rest of his night, he didn’t flinch and his expression stayed pleasant. Welcoming, like his gaze following your legs up to your core and taking a long time to linger there.
“You’re really changing my mind about this whole cabin in the woods thing.” You added. Namjoon puffed his chest and leaned forward, releasing his hold on your hand as if he knew you’d keep that palm against him.
You didn’t prove him wrong, adding the other palm as he pressed down over you. A kiss was on the horizon and you tipped your face up. His weight felt good on you–Namjoon’s large frame trapped you in the best way.
He was warm. His cock was tacky but already semi hard as it inched across your belly.
“I’m always up for a chance to change an opinion. We can go have a soak and you can think about calling your friend after.”
You offered a faux pout. “Are you saying I have to leave?”
“That’s not even close to what I said. Definitely wasn’t thinking it..” Even being faintly chastised felt good. You couldn’t say you had the same take away back at work, in front of your boss or direct report.
“Good to know.” You snuck a look down to what you could make out of your body underneath Namjoon. It was still damp enough between your thighs. You knew it wouldn’t be as bad as it had been still in the act, but you knew a wipe down was in order before you dared stick a toe in his hot tub.
Call it respect, but you also wanted a chance to explore what things looked like after you’d been daring enough to ask for and receive what had to be a healthy load inside. That hadn’t happened since your last committed relationship.
You looked up again, watching Namjoon’s face disappear as he sucked a kiss at the bottom of your neck, where it joined your shoulder. Afterwards he sat up and backed down the bed. He offered both hands to help you up.
When you stood upright face to face, the bed at your back, you felt shy. Your legs felt surprisingly weak. You swallowed, finding your mouth cottony.
“Let’s grab a drink too. You can show off your kitchen and the living room? You’re into photography I noticed.”
“What makes you say that?” He tugged you along, taking a step at a time backwards towards the bedroom doorway. If it hadn’t been his cabin, you’d wonder if he’d walked around his place in the city like this. What was that place like?
You wanted to know more about who Namjoon was beyond this big getaway spot in the woods and his generous many-card credit power.
“I saw photo albums on your bookshelf.”
“Yeah.” Namjoon’s features smothered darkness as he crossed the bedroom door threshold into the hallway. “I dabble now and then. Whenever I’m here.”
“Would love to see it.”
“We can add that to the tour. I do like to keep my guests happy.”
“And I think I like this whole day in the woods. Might be time to find out about what a weekend away would be like.”
Namjoon’s body was against you again as your travel paused midway down the hall. You didn’t have to see, only feel and you knew he was going for a kiss. You surrendered your mouth and he took his time, tongue exploring lightly.
“A little Me Time…I can support that–in more than one way.”
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Jungkook fic recs 2023
In honor of Jungkook’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Jungkook fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹
❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂
BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (💜)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |
Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂.
⭐Two point Five: pt1, pt2, pt3 [series] by @bratkook
// jjk x f.reader // handyman!jk, s2f2l // 🥵🥰
📝 Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. Right?
🗨️ This is also one of my all time favorites! 💎There is just something incredibly hot about handyman JK 🥵 It is so good, juicy, smutty and there’s comedy in it too! Please don’t be sleeping on this one.
⭐Caught Me by @jeongi
// jjk x f.reader // roommate!au, e2l // 🥵😂
📝 You hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.
🗨️ This is a fucking MASTERPIECE 💖 I love the banter and comedy, how JK gets on readers nerves 😂 I love absolutely every fucking thing about this and don’t get me started on the smut 🔥🔥 🔥
⭐The Forgotten Spaces [completed series] by @oddinary4bts
// jjk x reader // college!au, dancer!au + e2l // 🌩️🥵🥰
📝 You’ve been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?
🗨️ This is truly a masterpiece! The writing is perfection and the characters have so much soul, dimension, hurt and love. It is exceptional 👏🏾♥️ you just have to read this gem 💎
⭐McD*ckin by @jinned
// jjk x f.reader // slice of life, fast food worker!jk, customer!reader, s2l // 🥵😂
📝 “So, if I’m so predictable,” you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, “what am I going to do next?”
🗨️ I’d like to order a McChicken please 🙋🏾♀️🥵💦 this was funny, and actually made me laugh like a freak at some points 🤣 also the second hand embarrassment 😳🙈 It really cheered me up. I really liked the ordering menu when reader arrived 🙈🤭 also the ending, which was unexpected for me, but I quite liked it because it wasn’t “super happy and lovey dovey” like most of the stories I read, but still open 😊
⭐The Wedding Planners by @gukyi
// jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 🥰🥵🌩️
📝 Jeon Jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. Then your best friend Hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly Jeon Jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding. And then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.
⭐In the Dark by @jksangelic
// jjk x pjm x f.reader // threesome, f2l, mxm // 🥵😂
📝 “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”
⭐Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates 💯 by @ot7always
// jjk x f.reader // college!au, roommates!au // 🥰🥵
📝 What do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with Jeon Jungkook - S tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? Fuck him, you guess.
⭐Anpanman by @honeymoonjin
// jjk x f.reader // bf2l // 🥵😂🥰
📝 Your best friend jungkook finally convinces you to seek therapy for your failing mental health. the only catch? the one therapist that’s within your price range is an alternative marriage counsellor, jung hoseok, and the only way jungkook managed to get you an appointment was by saying the two of you were married. will couples counselling actually be useful for your wellbeing, or will something that runs much deeper rise to the surface instead?
⭐The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes by @oddinary4bts
// jjk x reader // idol!au + fwb2l // 🌩️🥵🥰
📝 You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?
🗨️ It is a long one, but damn is it worth it! It will take you for the very best rollercoaster ride of your life. So if you haven’t read this yet, what are you honestly doing with your life?
Borahae and happy birthday Kookie 💜 🥳 🎂
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My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold || KNJ || Masterpost
(banner by @/itaeewon)
Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Complete!)
Rating: NSWF - minors dni
Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut
Pairings: KNJ x female reader, unrequited KTH x reader
Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.
Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.
Warnings: pov changes - some scenes are namjoon’s pov, conversations revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry sorry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings
Author's Note: huge thank you to @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii for beta-ing and listening to me talk about this series a LOT!!! Second thank you to @/jeonqkooks for the gorgeous banner and ALSO for listening to me talk about this way too much lolllll
Series Teaser:
Namjoon peers at you through eyes squinted in suspicion. “How drunk are you?”
You consider this. “Enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”
The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”
It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.
“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t.
“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard.
I. Your Wild-Running Heart | 7k
II. My Devotion's Been an Ocean | 7k
III. So I Speak Your Name | 7.5k
IV. Something Has to Change | 7.5k
V. Say What You Mean | 6k
VI. Don't Think About Him | 6k
VII. Supposed to Be With You | 6k
VIII. Nothing Grows Here | 5.5k
IX. Heedless and Willful | 8k
X. So I Follow | 7.8k
XI. All of It | 8K
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Extras:
-> The apartment's layout
-> Section II Poetry Analysis
-> Section III Poetry Analysis
-> Section IV Poetry Analysis
-> Section VI Poetry Analysis
-> Section VIII Poetry Reading and Analysis
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Chasing Clouds - Prologue
→ Summary: Namjoon made the decision early on in his training that he would abstain from dating or entering any form of relationship while in active duty. He’s determined not to burden anyone with the likelihood of being to be notified of his death or causing pain to someone he loves by his long absence. Ironically, he found himself drawn to you, a doctor who challenges his beliefs and contradicts everything he upholds.
↠ knj x f.reader | 1k words | 18+
↠ genre: military au, angst (future chapters include: doctor au, s2l, slow burn, smut, fluff, romance
→ Warnings: Read at your own risk! war, ptsd, bombs, guns, violence, injury, death, blood, (future warnings include: murder, use of other weapons, smut warnings)
→ Author Note: my favorite kdrama of all time is descendants of the sun and in honor of my fifth rewatch, I wanted to write this series! it takes place about a year after the show ends, just so you know the timeline :) i would recommend that you watch it first, but it’s not a requirement - it just gives insight to some of the character's personalities (plus i’ll take any opportunity to tell people to watch it lol)
Prologue
MAY 02 - 0340 - USTANA
The darkness of the night feels heavy; its weight is unsettling as the soldiers start their most recent assignment. Namjoon has an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. It’s twisting and turning like never before. He isn’t usually nervous before missions; he hasn’t had a reason to be. He's always followed through and completed his tasks without issue; which is one of the main reasons everyone has such high hopes for him.
Tonight is different though, and he knows the others have the same odd feeling as they all take off their dog tags and set them aside. If captured, they need to remain anonymous.
"You guys know the drill. Once we locate the hostage, everyone will need to be attentive because it'll only be a matter of time until the whole building knows it's been breached. This isn't another exercise boys, lives are at stake here,” Big Boss, Captain Yoo Shijin, says to his team of special force soldiers.
"As this is the last mission of your training term, I expect nothing but excellence in your delivery of the hostage. We've orchestrated the specifics of this mission in such a way that will prove whether or not you are cut for these types of diplomatic high-profile assignments," Wolf, Big Bosses best friend Seo Daeyoung, adds.
"Whatever you do, don't compromise the mission. Don’t use your birth name to communicate, use the nicknames you were given, as well as ours," Big Boss hollers, finishing off their short speech as the back door of the aircraft opened.
Ustana, the country they’re secretly entering, is known for its drug and weapons problem due to its corrupt government. If things end badly, it will reflect on Korea. That’s why the team’s identities and nationalities can’t be known.
The plane jolts, narrowly missing the projectile that was aimed at the steel bird in the sky, solidifying the seriousness of the current situation below.
Namjoon repeats his orders to keep some level of sanity and peace of mind as he descended from the sky with the rest of the Puppy Pack, the soldiers in training to join the Alpha Team.
‘Find the hostage. Mislead the enemy. Return home. Stay alive.’
Once on the ground, he waits for the signal to ambush the guards watching the doors and proceeds to lead the group. Shijin and Daeyoung follow behind with the rest of the soldiers at their feet.
Daeyoung nods, giving Namjoon the go-ahead to align his gun on the enemy. This is the part he often tunes out. You need to be able to turn the switch, as he calls it, on and off with this kind of job.
He aligns his scope with the target and quickly pulls the trigger before moving to the others nearby before they even realize what’s happening. He watches as their bodies drop, waiting to see if anyone else runs into the room, but it’s quiet. Almost too quiet…
"Wildcat, All clear,” he says into his mic, letting the others know their access point is now safe for entry.
‘Find the hostage. Mislead the enemy. Return home. Stay alive.’
It takes less than two minutes for the group of highly trained soldiers to find the hostage. He’s badly beaten and unconscious, his body hunched over in the chair he’s tied to.
Wolf keeps watch by the side door while the team works on releasing the man. Jihoon, another one of the Puppy Pack trainees, helps Namjoon carry the man back to where the transport aircraft is waiting.
“I don’t want to jinx anything, but that was almost too easy…” Jihoon says, looking at Namjoon.
He agrees. Something’s not adding up…
He peers through the open door of the transport helicopter, gazing outside. They’re waiting for the last of the group to make their way onto the craft, and he just wants to ensure that everyone is safe. His shoulders relax when he can see their dark forms exiting the building.
Namjoon turns to look back at Jihoon, “I see them, they’re-” his sentence ends unfinished.
“What is that?” he says, taking a step closer to the unconscious hostage that Jihoon and a combat medic are helping. He points out the red blinking light on the man’s neck. It’s not a laser from a gun. It’s coming from inside his skin. ‘It’s almost as if…’ His thought trails off. “Run!” he screams, though it’s too late.
The bomb’s detonation rips through the helicopter, unleashing an intense burst of energy. In an instant, the searing shockwave propels fragments of debris outward. The air vibrates with a deafening roar, drowning out all other sounds.
The chaotic energy tears apart surroundings and scatters the remnants in all directions. A plume of smoke and fire billows upward, consuming everything in its path. The impact leaves a scene of devastation, marked by shattered glass, twisted metal, and a sense of raw destruction.
Namjoon feels the force of the explosion in his chest and is thrown far from his comrade, and debris crashes around him. His head bounces against the ground, and the ringing in his ears is so intense, he believes he will never hear again.
Jihoon is several feet away. His eyes are frozen open, and blood trails down his face from the head injury he suffers from. Namjoon reaches for his lifeless friend but it’s all too much.
Then, everything fades to black.
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reverse | knj
title: reverse | pairing: namjoon x reader (no pronouns used)
genre/au: angst | idol!au, s2l | wc: 100 (a true drabble!) | rating: pg
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦. ⁺ . ✦. ⁺ . ✦
A thought crosses your mind when you're looking at Namjoon with teary eyes.
What if you started with goodbye instead of hello?
If only you hadn't stepped into that cafe to kill time. If only you ignored the tall, handsome stranger that was hidden behind a mask. If only you didn't offer him a seat. If only you ignored the fact that you recognized who he was–in which you should've ran for the hills.
If you started with goodbye, there wouldn't be any hurt and tears would fall back into your eyes, and he never would've uttered those three words.
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WIP
🌪️ my upcoming works and work in progress
upcoming works :
🕸️ sweet after work 🔋100%
🕸️ wanna get married 🔋100%
🕸️ sweet lips || 🪫10%
🕸️ hope pt.9 🪫1%
🕸️ birthday sex 🪫 1%
currently working on :
✒️ best mistake || jjk
↳ ex-boyfriend!jk, L2S
✒️ 😼 LIVE : surprise live 🪫1%
↳ camboy!jk, boyfriend!jk
✒️ fetish || jjk
↳ yandere!jk
✒️ half of my heart || jjk
↳ ex-husband!jk
✒️ sugardaddy.com || jjk
↳ sugardaddy!jk • ceo au / college au
✒️ cancelled plan || jjk
↳ sugardaddy!jk
✒️ good mistakes || jjk
↳ sugardaddy!jk
✒️ expensive girl || knj
↳ sugardaddy!joon
✒️ bad boy in luv || jjk
↳ fuckboy!jk • college au
✒️ until marriage || jjk
↳ fiancé!jk
✒️ vampire’s fantasies || jjk
↳ vampire!jk
✒️ the secretary || jjk
↳ husband!jk • ceo au
✒️ ck photoshoot || jjk
↳ husband!jk
✒️ the bet || jjk
↳ fuckboy!jk • college au
✒️ roommates || jjk
↳ roommate!jk , F2L
✒️ biggest mistake || jjk
↳ ex-husband!jk
✒️ unfinished work || jjk
↳ ex-boyfriend!jk
✒️ treat you better || jjk
↳ roommate!jk , F2L
✒️ criminal || jjk
↳ robber!jk, S2L
✒️ room 69 || jjk
↳ 👀
✒️ secret diary || jjk
↳ playboy!jk , F2L
✒️ leave the door open || jjk
↳ ex-boyfriend!jk
✒️ midnight confession || jjk
↳ bestfriend!jk, F2L
✒️ strangers not-so-strangers || jjk
↳ classmate!jk, F2L
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The following works will be sorted by alphabetical order of their authors and/or blogs they were originally posted from.
Please be aware that some works may contain content that may be triggering and/or nsfw, reader discretion is advised. Minors please do not interact with works labeled 18+ nor works containing content that is labeled 18+.
Happy reading.
Clarification of how the description section is formatted/structured: {Genre, Idol’s profession or other details, Reader or OC’s profession or other details, Relationship type if mentioned, any other details contributing majorly to the plot}
(If specified) Series, complete: o
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@btsiguess:
Boiling Point | KNJ | {College, Roommates, F2L}
@dayinseoul:
Baby | KNJ | {Idol}
@dreamescapeswriting:
Terrible Timing | KNJ | {F2L}
@fresh-outta-jams:
Creatures of the Night | KNJ | {Werewolf KNJ, Vampire RDR}
@gukslut:
Hammer It Home | KNJ | {ExF2L, Roommates}
@gukyi:
Tutor | KNJ | {E2L, Hogwarts}
@hobidreams:
Right Here Right Now | KNJ, MYG, JHS | {College, Werewolves}
@hollyhomburg:
Dream A Little Dream Of Me | KNJ | {Established Relationship, Long Distance}
@hongism:
Punishment | KNJ | {Established Relationship}
@jamaisjoons:
Intro: Her | KNJ | {Single Dad KNJ, Marine Veteran RDR}
Song Of The Sea | KNJ | {S2L, Merman KNJ, Marine Conservationist RDR}
To Tame A Fox | KNJ | {College, Bad Boy KNJ}
@justcallmenikki7:
Bruises | KNJ | {Soulmate}
@kimnjss:
Falling For You | KNJ | {Social Media, College, Series o}
There Was A Bug | KNJ | {Roommate, F2L}
@lemonjoonah:
Shoulder On Which You Cry | JJK, KNJ, MYG | {F2L}
@seokkgenie:
More Than Anything Else | KNJ | {CEO}
@stutterfly:
Activate Your Sim Card; Love Bytes | KNJ | {Professor KNJ, IT, Series}
@taehyungiejiminie95:
Little Sister | KNJ | {Pregnancy, Brothers Friend KNJ}
@xjoonchildx:
Guilty | KNJ | {Mafia, Series o}
@yoonia:
slow dancing | JJK, KNJ | {Soulmates, Love Triangle}
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⏤𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞
thank you for tagging me, lovely ella @oddinary4bts 💕
𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 : post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips. (you can make your own post or reblog this one!)
i have quite a few, but some are just rough ideas for now, hence, as non-descriptive as it gets lol
✑ colour me in (jjk)
i mean, yeah. the most active fic at the moment. i think we’re not even halfway through, so lots to go here, but not much to say for now!!
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✑ EVERMORE SERIES:
✑ if walls could talk (knj)
an e2l story, producer au; might be my next piece after 1-2 more cmi chapters! gotta start the evermore series !!
✑ downbeat (pjm)
a s2l story, vocal coach au. a full fluff piece that i still need to outline properly.
✑ melodrama (ksj)
marriage au! established relationship! a breaking marriage and angst... yeah, what more can i say :D
✑ paramour (jhs)
established relationship, rockstar au. will be a twoshot! one of the hottest banners i ever made, and my god am i excited to write a proper hobi fic.
✑ cotton candy (kth)
best friends to lovers, a photographer/model au. i’ve said it a couple times before, but this is hands down one of my favourite fics ever. can’t wait to share it, bc i think it’s a beautiful little story <3
✑ run like a river (myg)
exes to lovers! yoongi is a retired (musical) artist in this one. i think this one has the potential to be beautiful, too… at least it sounds fun already. very subtly inspired by the kdrama ‘our beloved summer’!
✑ timbre (jjk)
best friends to lovers. love triangle-ish. will be a trilogy! my god, the angst for this one is no joke lol back to the slice of life roots :’) this one’s gonna be so fun !!
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✑ the fifth summer (jjk)
strangers to lovers, college au. i don’t want to say too much about this just yet, but do be warned that this is probably gonna be one of my angstiest pieces yet lol and i cannot freaking wait to write it. definitely a huge ass oneshot :’)
✑ heaven to you (?)
hook up, college au. milestone fic. was supposed to drop sometime these days, but has been postponed. should be out by this summer, though! literally just smut :’)))
✑ moonglade (kth)
s2l, slice of life. a little angsty oneshot with a twist. was supposed to drop on his birthday, but it’s not an easy piece tbh. there’s not much left though, so hopefully i can get to it sometime soon!
✑ a heavy burden (kth)
s2l, fantasy au. inspired by and based on ‘howl’s moving castle’. and yes, tae is supposed to be howl :D all that’s left is the ending, but this is also one of the hardest fics i’ve ever written and it has been a wip since april 2021 (!!), so praying to have this out one day. the banner maggie made for it is fire.
✑ entertainer (?)
e2l deluxe. cannot say too much about this either, bc there’ll be a huuuuge twist at the end of the fic. don’t know which member to choose yet!! but this one’s gonna be entirely different from everything i’ve ever written and ooofff i’m excited for it !!
tagging: anyone who wants to play !! <3
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griddle's march reads
end of the month means 2 things - it's a new month soon and i've made a list of all the fics i've read!
this month was absolutely fucking insane and i don't know how i did it but i read over 30 fics. a lot of them were mxm (and new ships that i've never read before) but i also read several mxr!!
as always, please pay attention to all the tags in these fics as some of them were very very smutty and some of them were dark.
(all summaries are from the authors)
and here we go!
touch: an intermission - anna (pineconepickers)
ksj x knj - f2l, roommates
Seokjin returns to Korea after a decade abroad and (temporarily!) moves in with his old university friend Namjoon. On paper, however, this seems like a poor decision: Seokjin is struggling to get back on his feet, while Namjoon has his hands full with his ten-week-old baby. When Seokjin thinks about it, the two of them were never that close either – living together is unlikely to turn out well.
read on AO3
you and me. next level. - anna (pineconepickers)
ksj x knj - idol, pwp
Amidst comeback chaos, Namjoon goes to Seokjin’s apartment to hang out and ends up getting seduced. Welcome to PWP land.
read on AO3
a breach of protocol - anna (pineconepickers) & tragicamente
ksj x knj - bodyguard, seokjin is an actor
Actor Kim Seokjin’s love life has always been the subject of wild rumours but he has never been caught in a scandal. Behind closed doors, however, he is going through a rough breakup. Namjoon, as the Head of Close Protection, does not expect to pick up the pieces, yet here he is: standing at Seokjin’s door at two in the morning, about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
read on AO3
model behavior - @bangtanintotheroom
kth x reader - idol, smut
Helping with photoshoots brought you stress, excitement and a sense of validation. Today, you experience a new and unexpected emotion, thanks to the man at the center of it all.
read on tumblr
verified amateurs [online now] - beebalm
myg x knj - roommates
When you're broke, camming is a totally valid way to pay the bills. So what if Namjoon is giving up all of his gay firsts to his best friend every Saturday and broadcasting it to the world? He's 99% sure that it's going to be chill.
read on AO3
sweetest perfection - beebalm
knj x jjk - idol, pwp
Wow, thighs – the fic.
read on AO3
the one you think about - beebalm
myg x jhs x jjk - exes, pwp
Yoongi runs into Jungkook at a party. He's as beautiful as ever, even on another man's arm.
read on AO3
1+1=3 - beebalm
myg x jhs x knj - idol, pwp
Yoongi always knew he would end up with either Namjoon or Hoseok eventually, when he finally made up his mind. It never occurred to him they might get tired of waiting for him to decide.
read on AO3
black and blue and pink all over - beebalm
myg x jjk - idol, pwp
Jungkook always has his hands on somebody’s ass. Yoongi doesn’t even think about it anymore. Not until those hands stop being gentle.
read on AO3
bleeding love - beebalm
myg x knj - idol, supernatural
It's not that Namjoon is hurt Yoongi only ever wanted him for a one night stand. And he doesn't have a crush. He just wishes they didn't have to keep seeing each other all the time.
read on AO3
brooks to rivers, feathers to wings - beebalm
knj x jjk - single dads
Yesterday, Namjoon was an anxious single parent whose kid had just started preschool. Today, on top of all that, he’s got a crush on one of the school dads. As if life wasn’t already complicated enough.
read on AO3
in the dark - beebalm
knj x kth - idol, pwp
Namjoon never meant to touch himself with Tae sleeping in the same room. And he definitely never meant to get caught. But here they are anyway.
read on AO3
lights too bright for you and i - beebalm
myg x knj - idol, pwp
Somewhere in Japan, on the tail end of a long tour, sadness catches up to Namjoon. Yoongi stays right next to him.
read on AO3
full bloom - beebalm
myg x knj - s2l
Reasons why Kim Namjoon is spending his summer at Jin’s house in the mountains:
1. To finish his book
2. To get away from the routine of Seoul life
Definitely NOT reasons why Kim Namjoon is spending his summer at Jin’s house in the mountains:
1. Because Jin claims the mountain is magic and grants wishes
2. To fall in love with Min Yoongi
read on AO3
winter in busan - booooin
myg x pjm - s2l, dystopia, mafia (?)
This fic is about environmental imperialism and the struggles of decolonization.
read on AO3
rain again tomorrow - cloudko
myg x kth - s2l, roommates
yoongi can't sleep. he's overworked yet still short on money, and can't seem to find a roommate. then taehyung (who must be from heaven) moves in, and yoongi finds that as he opens his heart to someone and starts to feel safe and cared for, sleep comes more easily.
read on AO3
illegitimi non carborundum - @hesperantha
kth x reader - idol, smut
Everyone except you seems to be madly in love with your boyfriend’s new hairstyle. But really, just how many unspoken words can a few inches of hair hide in a relationship like yours?
read on tumblr
constellate - justawordshaker
ksj x myg - powers, fluff
The world would say that Min Yoongi and Kim Seokjin are Gifted. When Yoongi writes music, people feel it. Sometimes, Seokjin will say something and it will come true. It's never felt much like a gift to either of them.
Yoongi's music hurts the people he cares about most. So he runs away. Seokjin's words give him more knowledge than he ever wants to bear. He has no choice but to leave.
This is how they find each other.
read on AO3
summer bbq (3tan) - @kithtaehyung
myg x reader - brothers best friend
the summer cookout at your place is fun as hell despite the way you have to avoid yoongi looking like sin incarnate. but when he gets asked an unavoidable question, you suddenly feel exposed. and very, very cold.
read on tumblr
confessions of a dirty mind - @minisugakoobies
bang chan x reader - roommates, smut
The absolute last thing you want is for your roommate to find out just how much you want him. Right?
read on tumblr
every kind of way - Oh_Hey_Tae
knj x jjk - f2l, roommates
Jungkook adores everything about Namjoon except that the man can't catch a clue.
read on AO3
here is what i know - Oh_Hey_Tae
knj x jjk - soulmates, uni
There are flowers growing on Namjoon’s arm.
read on AO3
oh darling - Oh_Hey_Tae
myg x kth - s2l
Yoongi works at a record store. Taehyung doesn't go there for the music.
read on AO3
memories, like fingerprints - @reliablemittenmyg x reader - magic, f2l
read on tumblr
silent running - Sharleena
myg x pjm - dystopia, steampunk
the inherent homoerotism of delivering encrypted info in a dystopian society by jumping from roof to roof.
read on AO3
only breathing - Sharleena
myg x pjm - drug lord yoongi x sex worker
As a drug lord, Yoongi knows the rules:
-you don't ask questions;
-whatever the client wants, you sell it;
-you don't do loans;
-you don't fall in love with a customer's whore.
Yoongi knows the rules. And because he knows them he also knows when he's about to break one.
read on AO3
ghosts that we knew - sharpa
ksj x myg, myg x knj/kth/jhs - time travel, immortality
Or as they crash together across five turbulent centuries, Yoongi and Seokjin fight and bleed and eventually love
read on AO3
slow rain - sharpa
myg x knj - soulmates, magic
It's been raining in Seoul for thirty-seven days. Namjoon and Yoongi are trying to learn how to love.
read on AO3
and i fall - spudcity
myg x kth - supernatural, magic, constantine movie
Or, the Constantine AU no one asked for, where Yoongi is a bitter exorcist crushing on magic store-owner Taehyung, with no idea how to deal with his feelings. Plus demons.
read on AO3
turn up your light - spudcity
myg x pjm - fantasy
Yoongi needs to secure a marriage to save his people.
read on AO3
how to mend with gold - spudcity
myg x kth - taehyung is a model
Taehyung has a list of things to do to become a better person, and that's how he ends up volunteering at a queer youth centre. There’s only one problem – Yoongi works there. The same Yoongi who rejected him years ago and hasn’t given him the time of day since.
read on AO3
a gilded world - smiles
ksj x myg - arranged marriage, chaebol
Jeon Seokjin has exactly four weeks to stop the impending engagement of his younger brother, doomed to a loveless marriage. The only way to stop it is to make a better match, more advantageous, more lucrative for the Jeon family. It's impossible. It's his only option.
Min Yoongi does not want, will never want, will never ever even consider, marriage. It's not in the cards. He's stubborn enough to achieve the total ban on marriage talks. Except maybe his grandmother is a little more stubborn than he is, and maybe she's determined to see him march down the aisle.
The chaebol arranged marriage au that exactly one and a half people asked for.
read on AO3
soul on fire - @vyduanksj x reader - touch soulmates, idol
What happens when you find your soulmate accidentally at a gala and he’s international superstar Kim Seokjin of BTS and you are both engaged to other people? Or the soulmate touch AU that no one asked for but I absolutely had to write.
read on tumblr
tell me what you want - @wwilloww
myg x reader - f2l, smut
Yoongi teaches you how to ask for what you want.
read on tumblr
if any of the authors mentioned above do not want to be included on these lists please let me know or if there is anything you would like me to change please let me know 💖
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2022 end of year recap
Thank you, @reliablemitten for tagging me 🥺
rules : post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!
Here’s mine:
Top 5 I’m proud of in order:
1) Intersect, KNJ
Because I will forever love this Namjoon!
2) Flowerworks, KNJ
Angst! Angst! Angst!
3) Scions, Kim Line+JHS
A huge undertaking for me–it’s insane to come up with 4 storylines for one series!
4) JK’s Boyfriend Experience
Actually really proud of this smut-free JK piece! It was long but I thought it was spicy in the right moments.
5) Scale, KSJ
I will keep saying this but juggling multiple plotlines with twists and turns…it was freaking hard but I did it!
Top 4 Current WIPs:
1) On Tilt (KNJ)
2) The Boyfriend Experience (Looking forward to completing that in the coming months)
3) An E2L, fluffy series for KTH (Once I wrap up On Tilt, I'm very excited to write more of this, especially after seeing images of Tae's photobook)
4) A S2L, smutty angst-fest for MYG
3 Biggest Improvements:
1) It’s okay to jump from one WIP to another
2) Write when inspiration strikes and when it feels right
3) I really stretched my "writing legs" this year and tried to come up with stories for other members (outside of my faves) and I'm very proud that I was able to fill my masterlist. I would love to build it up more in the coming months 🤗
2 Resolutions:
1) A reminder that I write for myself, first and foremost!
2) Take a break when the words won’t come out.
1 Favorite Line:
Damn…just one? Argh… I’m a sucker for writing monologues and one-liners. But for the sake of this list, I’ll pick this line dropped by JK from Coquet 6. I remember squealing to myself at half-past midnight when I wrote it:
“Please…just put me out of my misery.” 👀
Tagging: @deepseavibez @luaspersona @purplewhalewrites @e-cm @btsgotjams27 @here4btsfics and anybody else who wants to join in!
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Tag Directory
Below is a guide to how all of our reblogged content is tagged.
If you wish to search multiple tags at once, enter commas in between them in the search bar.
🌴 • WRITTEN CONTENT • 🌴
Content Creator — #trader: URL
Member — #m:
knj • ksj • myg • jhs • pjm • kth • jjk • ot7
Pairing — #p:
no pairing • x reader • x oc • x member • x multi
Content Type — #t:
drabble • one-shot • multi-part • smau • teaser
series m.list • collab m.list
Word Count — #l:
100-500 • 500-1k • 1k-5k • 5k-10k • 10k-20k • 20k-30k
30k-40k • 40k-50k • 50k+
Genre — #g:
action • angst • fantasy • fluff • horror • humor • romance
sci-fi • slice-of-life • supernatural • thriller
AU — #au:
e2l (enemies to lovers) • ex2l (exes to lovers)
f2l (friends to lovers) • i2l (idiots to lovers)
r2l (roommates to lovers) • s2l (strangers to lovers)
l2s (lovers to strangers)
bfb (best friend’s brother) • bbf (brother’s best friend)
arranged marriage • college • coworker • demon
detective • established relationship • fake dating
historical • hogwarts • hybrid • idol • mafia • magic
mythology • non idol • regency • roommate • royalty
soulmates • vacation • vampire • werewolf
Rating — #r:
g • pg • pg13 • pg15 • nc17 • 18+
Trigger Warnings — #tw:
abuse • addiction • assault • alcohol • blood • death
drugs • eating disorder • guns • hospital • implied smut
infidelity • injury • illness • intoxication • knives
language • manipulation • mental health • miscarriage
murder • pregnancy • self harm • sexual assault
sexual themes • suicide • surgery • tobacco • violence
weapons
🌴 • VISUAL CONTENT • 🌴
Content Creator — #trader: URL
Content Type — #t:
edit • fanart • gfx • gifs • moodboard
Member — #m:
same as Written Content.
Trigger Warnings — #tw:
flashing
These will be updated as new tags are created.
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BTS fic recs: my 30th birthday special
Shit. I’m turning 30 today (I still feel like I’m 18 lol) 😯 So I wanted to make this special recommendation list for you, as a birthday present from me 💜 This includes some of my all time favorites (no, I’ll never stop screaming about those!!!!) and also, some good old ones that I’ve never gotten around to rec at the time.
I also have another birthday present for you (wish is also why I didn’t finish my reading list and why ‘Friendcation’ is on pause until after my birthday). I wrote a short one-shot, so if you’re in the mood for that, check it out → ‘Say that Again (I Dare You)’ [reader x jjk (ft. pjm)].
I actually didn’t get to finish my reading list for this special rec list, so I’ll add the rest of my recommendations as I read them (I’ll specify which I haven’t re-read yet) and the rest will be posted to this month’s regular rec list.
I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹
❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗
If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂
BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (💜) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |
Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻.
Namjoon
⭐All Night by @luaspersona
// knj x f.reader // college!au, brother’s best friend!au, s2l // 🥵
📝 When your brother bails on you, you have to find another way to entertain yourself for the night and Kim Namjoon just so happens to be a great company.
🗨️ This was the most perfect, pure masterpiece of fucking gold writing 🤌🏾🥵 it is insanely filthy, so deliciously smutty!! Like I think my soul has left my body 🥵 the writing, story and the characters were brilliant ✨ this is hands down one of my new favorites and I WILL read this again soon, I promise you! Don’t sleep on this sweet bad boy Namjoon, okay 🥵 such an easy recommendation for me to make - do yourself a favor and read it if you haven’t (and if you have, then read it again!) ♥️💯
⭐All Aboard! (the passion express) by @ve1vetyoongi
// knj x f.reader // office worker!namjoon // 🥵
📝 There were not many things that got your blood boiling in the same way that two simple words could. Kim Namjoon. The name of your irritating and (unfortunately enough, as the universe would have it) incredibly handsome co-worker. Which is exactly why you never expected to find your self on your knees for him on the train home.
🗨️ Holy fuck, fuck, fuck this was so incredibly filthy (in the best way possible) 🥵 the tension between reader and Namjoon was perfect, the build up was so satisfying 🌟 what’s not to like ✨😍
⭐The Wedding Arrangement by @sugaurora
// knj x f.reader // ‘enemies’ to friends to lovers, wedding!au // 🥵🥰🌩️
📝 Unfortunately, he’s just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgmental jerk. Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.
🗨️ This was so amazing 🥹 the characters had so much depth and ugh! It was just so, so good. It was a pleasure reading their love unfolding 🥰 aish, I’m soft! It’s filled with plenty of soft, slight heartbreaking angst at times, but oh so fluffy and smutty too! It was perfect 👌🏾 💯 please don’t sleep on this one, okay? 🥹
Yoongi
⭐Roommates by @automnesleaves [AO3] [119K]
// myg x f.reader // roommates!au, covid!au, slice of life // 😂🥰🌩️
📝 February 2020: Your best friend Jimin’s roommate recommendation, IT guy Yoongi Min, moves in with you. March 2020: Covid Lockdown.
🗨️ This is really, really good! I remember being so hooked on this, that I stayed up multiple nights to finish chapters. It was hard to put down, and so interesting to read how readers luck slowly turned – also, the dynamic between reader and Yoongi is great and there’s just so much lovely slice of life in it 💜
⭐Three Tangerines [series; ongoing] by @kithtaehyung
// myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brother’s best friend!au, age gap!au // 🌩️🥵
📝 Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.
🗨️ Yes. This is here again. It is one of my all-time favorites and I will not stop screaming about how fucking good this is! You just have to join the 3tan party or you are severely missing out, Doll. 💖✨
⭐Oh, darling! [series; completed] by @yoongiofmine
// myg x f.reader // university!au, non idol au, professor!yoongi, student!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵
📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you’ve held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?
🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵🫣😳 This is just one of my favorites series, EVER 💜 This is in my top 10, no questions! ✨
Hoseok
⭐Fate Doesn’t Exist by @whenIseeUsmile [AO3] [47K]
// jhs x myg (mxm) // pilot!au, formula1!au // 😂🌩️
📝 Yoongi is a pilot. Hoseok is a Formula 1 driver. Jungkook's a fanboy and Jimin is oblivious.
Yoongi hates people but likes one-night-stands. One in particular but he doesn't like the fact that he's famous. He really shouldn't get involved with Hoseok. He does it anyways.
🗨️ I’ve read this multiple times! And it will forever be one of my favorites! I just love how their personality compliments each other, and how they keep meeting each other (also can’t stay away from each other). Plus, the side couples, both Jungkook x Jimin and Namjoon x Seokjin are just fucking hilarious – everything about this is golden, so if you’re into mxm it’s a really good read! 👏
⭐Flight 18 by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K]
// jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂
📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul. You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat. Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.
🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗
Jimin
⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble by @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K]
// pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰
📝 As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.
🗨️ This is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves 💯
⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] by @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K]
// pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵
📝 Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally.
🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💯💜
⭐Since We Met by @inkjam-moon [9.2K]
// pjm x f.reader // roommate!au // 🥵🥰🌩️
📝 Your in love with your roommate, so you think maybe trying to date someone else will help you get over him, but when your roommate shows signs of jealousy, you begin to wonder; could he like you back?
🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).
⭐Turbulence by @yminie [9.3K]
// pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰
📝 On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else.
🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).
⭐Accelerate by @yminie [8.9K]
// pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰
📝 Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger.
🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).
⭐Beneath the Water by @jungshookz
// pjm x reader // fantasy!au + mermaid!au // 🌩️🥵🥰😂
📝 His legs were sparkling. You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs. What the fuck?
🗨️ This is just perfect; a tiny bit angst, gold certified comedy and fluff (with a sprinkle of smut). There’s also a bullet point drabble of this, so please check that out too (here).
⭐Make Me by @jikookiekosmos
// pjm x reader // office!au, boss!jimin/employee!reader + dom/sub themes // 🥵🥰🌩️
📝 After a bad breakup, you decide to go out one night and drink your sorrows away - that is, until you see your now ex-boyfriend there with someone clinging to his arm. To get your mind off of things, you go back to your job after hours; what you don’t expect is for your boss and CEO of the company, Park Jimin, to show up and offer you help in ways you didn’t know you needed.
🗨️ It has heavy dom/sub themes (which I’m normally not into, but imma switch for this one!). It is incredibly hot and so, so damn perfect 🥵
⭐Pay Attention by @jikookiekosmos
// pjm x reader // office!au, boss!jimin/employee!reader + dom/sub themes // 🥵🥰
📝 You’d mentioned it in passing once before, your fantasy about blowing your boss - and now boyfriend - under his desk during one of his important CEO business meetings. So what happens when you want to turn that fantasy into a reality, and he wants it just as much?
🗨️ This is a sequel to ‘Make Me’ (but can be read as a stand-alone) - and it is just pure dirty smut. The dynamic between reader and Jimin is just so good ✨
Jungkook
⭐The Wedding Planners by @gukyi [28K]
// jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 😂🥰🌩️🥵
📝 Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.
🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it was just a very funny and pleasant reread 💜 What I love about this is one, is definitely the slow-burn and the enemies to lovers aspect too. The banter between reader and Jungkook is just so priceless and reading how their relationship slowly unfolds and develops through the months of the wedding planning was just everything 💯 Hoseok and Yoongi’s personality in this also makes this fic truly amazing.
⭐Secret Slut (1) by @jeonsweetpea [7.7K]
// jjk x f.reader (ft. pjm) // office!au, pa!jungkook x ceo!reader // 😂🌩️🥵
📝 Jungkook accidentally gifts you, his boss, a sex toy for Secret Santa.
🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago and now I see that there’s even a part two to it, that I haven’t read! This one is really funny, like straight up hilarious – really made me laugh at times and then it got so freaking smutty 🥵 Really good!
⭐Secret Slut (2) by @jeonsweetpea [18.1K]
// jjk x f.reader + pjm x f. reader // office!au, pa!jungkook, pa!jimin, ceo!reader // 🌩️🥵
📝 After being fired, Jungkook finds himself a new job only to realize he misses you too much. He comes back to discover you’ve hired a new personal assistant, Jimin. You offer him the only job position available, which was being the assistant’s assistant. Being demoted results in Jungkook feeling inadequate and he soon learns what it means to be jealous.
🗨️ I was so speechless after reading the last part of the series, like 🥵🥵🥵🥵 There’s so much smut in this, you’re like swimming in it, lol! And then something happens, that I won’t spoil because I actually didn’t expect that to happen (even though I should have seen it coming, because the build-up was there). So, a really good read!
⭐Departure by @nomnomsik [6.2K]
// jjk x f.reader (ft. jimin) // pilot!au, coworkers!au // 🥵🥰
📝 As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.
🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).
⭐Something Like Love by @iamtaekooked [8.4K]
// jjk x f.reader // cop!au, police office!au // 🥰
📝 It was meant to be a regular day at the hospital. That is until you get kidnapped in broad daylight. Meanwhile, the famous detective Jeon Jeongguk who also happens to be your best friend, just wanted a normal day free of world’s bullshit, but he couldn’t even have that.
🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).
⭐The Forgotten Spaces [completed series] by @oddinary4bts
// jjk x reader // college!au, dancer!au + e2l // 🌩️🥵🥰
📝 you’ve been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?
🗨️ This is truly a masterpiece! The writing is perfect and the characters have so much soul, dimension, hurt and love. It is exceptional 👏🏾♥️ you just have to read this gem 💎
⭐Two point Five (2.5): pt2 + pt3 [series] by @bratkook
// jjk x f.reader // handyman!jk, s2f2l // 🥵🥰
📝 Who would have thought booking a handyman from an app would lead to this. sure, you wish he’d mount you instead of just your television, but you could totally be friends. Right?
🗨️ This is also one of my all time favorites! 💎There is just something incredibly hot about handyman JK 🥵 It is so good, juicy, smutty and there's comedy in it too! Please don’t be sleeping on this one.
Okay, okay, okay. So the list got out of hand! And I know I say “this is in my top 10” but I can’t even pick my top 10 because I have waaaay too many favorites 😂
I hope you have an awesome day, are happy and stay healthy! I’ll go and enjoy my birthday with a chill day, birthday dinner with my family, probably some reading and watching the finale of Loki 🥳 🎂 Thank you so much for liking, commenting or reblogging my rec lists, it means a lot to me – remember to reblog, comment and/or like the fics you like on the list to the the lovely authors know you love their stuff 💜
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IX. Heedless and Willful || KNJ
(banner by @/itaeewon)
Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Masterpost)
Rating: NSFW - minors dni
Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, the absolute slowest of burns
Pairing: Namjoon x female reader, unrequited Taehyung x reader
Beta'd by @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii - thank you endlessly!
Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love.
Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.
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Things accelerate between you and Namjoon, but complications linger.
Section Warnings: language, kissing, groping, breast play/nip stim, fingering, protected sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), multiple rounds
WC: 8k
The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake,
Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road
A gateless garden, and an open path:
My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.
- Journey | Edna St. Vincent Millay
Saturday December 1st
The weekend brings with it a deluge of rain, a slow-moving weather system that has the streets holding inches of water, the road-side drains overflowing.
You stay inside all day, and so does Namjoon, but you largely orbit around each other, working on your own things, leaving the other alone.
Things had accelerated so suddenly between you that now you feel like you had slammed on a brake, inertia carrying you to teeter dangerously over an edge. You’re not sure if Namjoon is feeling the same way, but you think it’s probable.
You kind of want to tip over the edge, is the thing.
You work in your room, sitting at your desk, your bedroom door wide open. You’re kind of working, kind of watching water rush down the road below the apartment. It’s well after dinner, pitch black outside, but the streetlights illuminate the flow as the rainwater moves along beneath you. You’re having trouble focusing because of the rain - it lulls you to sleep, tricks you into thinking it’s bedtime. You can’t remember ever seeing rain like this, and the sound is all-encompassing, like you could wrap yourself up and exist within it.
You’ve just given up on focusing and closed your laptop for the night when there’s suddenly a huge boom from outside, loud and close enough that the floor shakes beneath your feet, and everything goes black around you. You scream, startled, and jump to your feet, knocking your desk chair over behind you with a loud clatter. That startles you a second time, and you scream again, clutching at your chest and backing yourself against your bedroom wall, heart pounding.
Across the apartment, Namjoon shouts your name, his voice deep and commanding, clearly alarmed.
The dark presses in around you, little fingers on your ankles and arms. You can’t see anything - not your bed, not the chair on the floor, not your hand in front of your own face. The silence is suddenly so loud it throbs around you - the sudden lack of normal noise toying with your senses. You’ve never been in quiet like this - no hum from the refrigerator, the central air system, your devices. All you can hear is your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, the angry, relentless sound of rain, and the echo of Namjoon’s voice calling your name, playing back and looping through your mind so loudly that it’s almost like you’re hearing it again.
You are hearing it again - his alarmed voice cuts through the darkness, calling your name with a little bit of an edge, a tinge of fear this time.
“I’m here,” you manage, your voice coming out like a gasp.
From the living room, you can see a small point of light coming rapidly closer, and then Namjoon appears in your doorway, guided by his cell phone’s flashlight. He seems a little out of breath as he pauses in the doorway, taking in the scene before him - you pressed against the wall, a hand still pressed to your racing heart, the chair askew on the floor, the rain pelting the window like it wants to break the glass.
Once he can see that you’re unharmed, Namjoon clicks his phone off, and you both let your eyes adjust. In the dark, everything various shades of black, his shape seems so large, taking up so much of your vision. He steps around the chair, not bothering to right it, and stops about two feet from you.
“I think a transformer blew out there,” he says, his voice odd, like most of his brain isn’t even aware that he’s speaking.
Two feet from him, your hands itch to reach out and touch him. Your feet beg to close the space between you. Your heart continues to throw itself against your ribcage, furious and demanding to be heard. The darkness takes its tiny fingers off your limbs, presses guiding fingertips to your back instead, nudging you forward.
If you’re going over the edge anyway, isn’t it better to jump than to fall?
Two feet from him, in the most profound darkness and silence you’ve ever experienced in your life, you find yourself nearly gasping for each breath as you fight your body’s every urge.
A line of St. Vincent Millay’s poetry leaps into your head, unbidden:
in me alone survive
the unregenerate passions of a day
when treacherous queens, with death upon the tread
heedless and willful, took their knights to bed
Heedless and willful, you jump, crossing the space in a single stride. Namjoon’s hands coming to your waist like he was waiting for you.
He can kiss you only for a moment before he’s interrupted by you tugging his shirt up; he breaks away from you to pull it the rest of the way off and tosses it behind him, coming back to attach his mouth to your neck, sucking and kissing a line down to your collarbone. You run your hands along his chest, over his pecs, down his stomach, up his sides, your head thrown back to make room for him as he nips and soothes at your throat.
He groans happily as you dip your fingers towards the waistband of his jeans, then tugs bossily at your own shirt. You peel it off, dropping it to your feet, and move to kiss him again, but he’s busy reaching around your back and deftly pinching the clasp of your bra. It falls away, and you shake the straps loose from your arms, hearing it hit the ground. Cold air assaults your chest only a second before Namjoon’s large hands cup you, his mouth searing against yours out of nowhere.
Everything’s heightened in this total dark, total silence. You can hear every hitch of his breath, the thud of your own pulse, can feel every tiny movement of his hands, of his mouth. He toys lightly with your nipples, running his fingers in circles around them before plucking at them lightly, then abandoning your chest to run his hands over all the newly uncovered skin - your stomach, your back, your arms.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs against your mouth. “I’ve thought so the whole fucking time, you’re so fucking gorgeous, I can’t think straight sometimes.”
“Namjoon,” you gasp quietly, half a reaction to his words and half a reaction to him gripping the waistband of your joggers and pulling them down over your ass in one motion. You kick them off and he walks you backwards to your bed, pushing at your shoulders until you fall backwards. You hear his zipper as he removes his jeans, and when he climbs up next to you on the bed you can feel but not see him straining against his boxer-briefs.
He brings his mouth to a nipple without warning, giving it one experimental lick and taking it between his lips when you whine in appreciation. You can feel yourself getting impossibly wet as he alternates licking and sucking, and his spare hand rubs circles down your body until he reaches the lace edge of your underwear, and he pauses. It’s the first time tonight he’s shown any hesitation.
He removes his mouth from your breast and moves back up where he can kiss you. His fingers skim the lace, a ghost of a touch, barely there.
“You good, baby?” he murmurs, so low, and you feel yourself clench - over the timbre of his voice or his cocky use of the pet name, you’re not sure. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” you breathe. “Touch me. Please.”
It’s wild how dark it is, how you can’t see anything on his face, can’t see which way he’s moving; the dark seems like it’s pressing in around you, like it’s the very thing shielding you from the onslaught of rain that you can still hear loud and clear.
Namjoon’s fingers skim over your slit so lightly it almost tickles, and you squirm, needing more. He presses harder on his second pass through, pressing the lace against your entrance. He moans when he feels how wet you are even through your panties, pressing himself harder against your leg as he swipes his fingers through again. Then he’s hooking his thumbs under the waistband and pulling your panties down your legs, cupping your sex with his whole hand.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers hoarsely, and presses his middle finger into your heat up to the last knuckle. You suck in a breath, fingers curling in your bedspread, as he fucks you that way - middle finger only - for the barest of minutes before adding a second digit.
“God,” you groan, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate it. “Damn it.”
“Yeah?” he murmurs. “You’re so wet, what the fuck.” He’s right - you can hear it each time he pushes back into you. Your back arches, your body trying to press his fingers even deeper. When his thumb grazes your clit, you gasp out loud.
He swallows the rest of your noises with a kiss as he continues, and when the crest of your orgasm snaps a few minutes later you moan messily into his mouth as his fingers fuck you through it, steady and unyielding.
“Holy shit,” he groans when you clench around his fingers as the waves hit you. “That’s right, baby, fuck.”
You’re reaching for his briefs the second you’re back in your body, down from your high, and he pulls his fingers from you gently to help wiggle them over his hips and off his body. You slide your hand over him lightly and he hisses through his teeth as you wrap your fingers around him and rub him base to tip, sliding your palm over the wet head of his cock, using his own pre-cum to slick up your hand as you continue.
He’s hot in your hand, bigger than you’d expected, and you revel in listening to his light moans turn breathy as you toy with him. Finally, he grabs your wrist, pressing a kiss to your jaw.
“Should I go get a condom?” he asks, voice so low it’s almost a growl.
“I have some,” you tell him, rolling away from him and sliding your nightstand drawer open. You lay on your stomach so you can use both hands to rip a new one from the strip, and Namjoon rises to his knees behind you, one hand tracing the curve of your ass.
You reach over your shoulder to hand him the foil packet, and you’re startled by his phone light again when he turns it on so he can see what he’s doing. His phone lays on the bed, illuminating him from below, and you take a minute to take in how good he looks. You’d had no idea he had that body under his sweaters and baggy t-shirts.
He turns the light off again, the darkness surprising you with its intensity all over again. Your eyes are so busy trying to adjust again that you miss him moving until you feel his hands guiding you to lay back, his legs stretching between yours, his tip prodding your entrance as his lips find yours again.
“You’re okay?” he checks in a whisper, reaching down and squeezing himself at the base.
You kiss him in answer, pressing your core against him, letting your body tell him yes, I’m fine, yes, I’m ready.
He rocks into you slowly, an inch at a time, and the sensation tears a low, long groan from you. It mingles with his own; he breathes through his mouth in short pants, tinged with half-formed moans, until he bottoms out and he stills.
“Give me just a second,” you request, whispering, and he nods, running a hand reverently down your face, down your side, coming to rest under your ass, hitching you up slightly as he adjusts. You hiss as the movement forces him just a touch deeper as you struggle to relax.
He kisses you again, deeply and sweetly, and as you grip his shoulders and feel yourself relax, you start to move, little bits at a time.
“Okay,” you whisper, when you’re ready. “Thanks.”
He scoffs, like it’s ridiculous of you to be thanking him, but he starts to move. It’s slow, and even though you can barely see him you get the feeling that his eyes are on you. In the amplified silence, each breath seems to echo between you, each tiny moan or hitch of breath coming through loud and clear. You kiss sloppily, your hands exploring as he keeps the slow rhythm. His cockhead drags against you, the feeling agonizingly sweet, and you arch against him, trying to bring him closer.
The rain beats against the windows in waves as he fucks you slowly, like it wants in, like it has a score to settle. You press fingertips gently to Namjoon’s face, blindly feeling your way to the flat of his cheekbone, down to his jaw. Everything feels so intense, your fingers shake a little as they trace his jawline, reverent.
“Namjoon,” you whisper, and he answers you by sheathing himself completely, pressing his mouth to yours, and doubling the pace. He’s so large, it feels like he’s everywhere - inside you, around you, above you, everywhere.
You cry out when he finds an angle that has you seeing stars with each stroke, and he grunts, working hard to keep hitting it the same way. You lock your legs around the back of his thighs, trying to keep him close. You cling to his shoulder with one hand and tangle the other in his hair, holding tight as he pounds into you. When he feels you start to pulse around him, the beginning of an orgasm starting to build up, he actually laughs, once.
“Close, baby?” he asks, reaching down to press his thumb against your clit.
“Y-yeah,” you gasp, the feeling of electricity racing clear down to your toes. “Joon, please, oh - god -.”
He hums, pleased, and shifts you so he’s holding you up by the hips, the angle changing just slightly.
“Ohmygod, yes,” you cry, and the circles he’s been rubbing into your clit suddenly send you flying, your eyes screwing shut, a single, wordless wail leaving you as every muscle in your body goes taut.
“Fuck,” Namjoon hisses as you squeeze around him, dropping his forehead onto yours and gasping your name as he spills into the condom inside you. He pumps into you a few more times as your muscles relax by degrees, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple.
You lay tangled together for a few minutes, both breathing hard. Namjoon slips out of you gingerly and shifts like he’s going to get up. You kiss him quickly, before he can get too far, and he stills, letting you.
When you’re content, he disappears into the bathroom, dealing with the condom and cleaning up. He returns with a damp cloth for you, turning the light on his phone back off again when you’re done.
In the total darkness, he pulls you close. You rest your head against his chest, his arms around you, and listen to his heart. Despite the storm and the power-outage, you’ve never felt so safe. You can’t imagine ever feeling anything else while he’s wrapped around you like this.
“You called me baby,” you tease after a little while, and he snickers.
“It just slips out,” he laments, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Sex makes me… affectionate. I have trouble untangling the two.”
You hum against him. “I think I like that,” you observe, and he hugs you a little tighter.
You’re starting to drift off when he says your name again.
“Hm?”
“I promise this isn’t the post-sex chemicals talking,” he says carefully. “But I wanted you to know. I think… I’m really falling for you.”
You press your lips together, wrap an arm around his middle and hold him close. Your chest feels like it’s caving in, your eyes suddenly burn, you can’t inhale.
Because you’ve felt it, too. And you don’t know what to do with it.
He takes your silence the wrong way. “You don’t have to - don’t feel pressure to say anything -.”
“No,” you say quickly. “I promise, it’s very much not that. I’ve… maybe been thinking the same thing. It’s just… scary. You know?”
He presses his lips to the top of your head. “Yeah,” he says. “It can be. But I’m here. We’re in it together, okay?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, tangling your feet in his legs, searching for a warm spot for your chilly toes. “Okay.”
Sunday December 2nd
The lights come on hours before dawn, your lamp illuminating the room in a yellow glow, your laptop dinging as it starts to receive charge again, your alarm clock numbers flashing 12:00 over and over again. You lay there, still, coming to your senses by degrees.
Namjoon is still in bed with you; you can feel his body, warm and solid, behind you. Minutes pass and it becomes clear by his steady deep breathing that the lights aren’t going to wake him up. You roll slowly, trying not to disturb him. He’s sleeping on his back, his face turned away from you, one arm flung up over his head. You feel yourself smile as you look at him.
There’s not a doubt in your mind that you want this, that you want him - wholly, completely, without boundaries or limitations. There’s not a doubt in your mind that the way he treats you - the way he gives you such openness and understanding, the way he listens and asks questions, the way he hears you and cares for you - is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. When you’re with him, you feel like he’s by your side, like he’s got you.
And while Taehyung had been physically next to you for the last seventeen or so years of your life, it’s never felt like this.
You scoot closer, lining your body up against his side, and reach an arm over his stomach, pulling yourself as tight to him as you can and laying your head on his chest. In his sleep, he shifts, sensing the difference, the arm that was over his head coming down over your back and pulling you in. Then his head lolls back to your side, his eyelids fluttering. He reaches to press a kiss to the top of your head, and then flops back down against your pillow.
“Lights’re back?” he tries to ask, the words slurring together with sleep.
“Mhm,” you answer. “Do you want me to get up and turn the lamp off?”
“No,” he says, voice low and scratchy. “Stay.” Then he reaches over, guiding your chin up gently so he can lean down and kiss you again.
You open for him immediately, leaning up on an elbow to reach him better. It’s different this time - slow and sensual, explorative, relaxed. There’s no rush, no pressure for it to go further. His fingers run through your hair once, twice, then release it, skimming down your bare back instead. You realize with a shiver that you hadn’t gotten up to find pajamas in the dark.
He keeps you warm anyway, his hands roaming your back, your arms, your ass, your back again. You have a lot of things you want to tell him, but you save them, store them for later, as your body responds to his touch and you give yourself to him again. When he pants your name against your lips you feel the words bubbling up inside you, beating against doors to be let out, but you lose them along with your senses when he tips you over the edge again.
You clean up better after this time, waddling to the bathroom to pee and then stopping at your dresser to pull out pajamas. Namjoon hovers near your bed, clearly unsure if he should head to his own side of the apartment or not.
You scoff at him, like he should know better. “Get back in that bed,” you demand teasingly, and he listens, running a hand through his messy hair and looking around like he’s a little dazed, a little unsure of how he got here.
You click the lamp off and make your way back to him.
He wraps his arms around you immediately, and you eventually fall asleep matching your breaths to his slow ones.
Wednesday December 5th
I know my many failings
I just can’t be the girl I should
But I hope you know despite this
In my life, you’re everything good
It’s certainly not good writing, and you have zero intention of turning this in for anything - zero intention of another living soul ever seeing it. But it feels good to put the words to paper.
You close the notebook when Gloria and another girl from class join your table. You’ve been assigned the task of workshopping your classmates’ portfolios as the semester crawls to a close, and today you’re meant to sit around and talk through your notes with each other.
“I want to go first,” you say immediately. “Gloria, you are out of your mind.”
Gloria beams, knowing exactly what you’re referring to.
“Catch me up?” the third girl, Sharmin, asks.
“Gloria’s entire portfolio is in iambic pentameter,” you tell her dryly. “Honestly, Gloria, I’ve got to know why.”
Gloria giggles. “Okay, okay - it really was just for the challenge. Like, it’s super great that poetry is all no rules but sometimes the challenge of saying what you’re trying to say within the framework of existing rules is… kind of fun?”
“I shall call you The Bard. Or maybe Bardess,” you joke.
The three of you move on to discuss the actual content of Gloria’s portfolio and then Sharmin’s - asking questions, noting lines you really liked, pointing out patterns and themes and hedging guesses on their meanings.
Finally, it’s your turn.
“Your voice is really sharp,” Sharmin compliments you. “I mean… maybe I don’t mean sharp. Clear? Crisp? Something like that.”
“I thought so too,” Gloria agrees. She pulls up a document on her laptop, referring to some notes she took. “I also noticed - and really liked - that while your topics were all different from each other, you had this recurring theme of life and death.”
You stare at her blankly. “I do?”
She gives you a sideways smile; it’s not uncommon for you two to pick things up in each other’s writing that you hadn’t noticed.
“Sure,” she says, and her finger goes to her screen as she reads a few examples, “Who would try to fight the tide, / the dark, the depth, the chill? That’s from your first one.
“Then, the second one: On Sundays I leave stones / atop marble markers to memorialize / those that you and I chose / to leave unturned. That whole entire poem is about a graveyard, so, yeah.”
“Oh! And your latest one!” Sharmin adds. “Where you’re, like, growing bones in your chest?”
You cover your face. “It sounds so dumb like that.”
But even as you’re speaking, other lines spring into your head:
Autumn leaves me hollow.
but my feet itch and beg to go, / into the night where the wolfpack hunts, / into the storm of wind and snow.
Nothing grows here that isn’t dead.
Gloria’s right. You do have a recurring theme about death.
You hadn’t realized. You hadn’t known you were weaving this single thread through everything you put to paper.
What you did know, the part you were aware of was that every one of those poems was about Taehyung.
You press your fingers over your mouth and take a slow, steadying breath. Somehow, everything hurts. It feels like you’re coming apart. It feels like your sutures have been cut too soon as you wrestle with this truth laid out for you:
Every metaphor you ever wrote with Taehyung in mind was somehow connected to death.
Like something inside you knew, long before you did, that whatever was between you was dead before it started.
Like something inside you knew that no matter how many words you devoted to him, you could never breathe life into it.
Like something in you knew the situation had a failure to thrive from the very beginning.
“And life?” you finally manage to ask through your fingers. But you already know every line you wrote about what comes next, about moving forward, about better possibilities.
If autumn can’t make me happy, / I wonder if winter might.
I know despite the dangers, / I can’t afford to stay inside.
This one, they say, will live.
And, most recently - that the girls hadn’t even seen, in my life, you’re everything good.
You didn’t need someone to point these lines out to you. You knew exactly what you’d been writing about - Namjoon, and the way his very presence seemed to represent the promise of something better.
–
You hustle home after class, walking so fast that you actually get your heart-rate up. Inside, you drop your bag on the ground and call Namjoon’s name, crossing the living room.
“Yeah?” he calls back, turning at his desk, but you’ve already entered his room, approaching him at a clip.
He’s got about a hundredth of a second to look surprised before you’re kissing him, hands coming up to cup his face firmly. He leans up to meet you, grunting with happy surprise, his hands coming to rest on your forearms.
When you break away, he smiles at you quizzically. “What was that for?”
You shake your head, indicating that you know your reasons are silly. “Because I wanted to,” you tell him truthfully. “Because I like you, and I missed you today, and….”
And you’re everything good.
“And I’m just… happy to be with you,” you finish lamely, nibbling with your bottom lip, a nervous habit.
He slides one hand down your arm and takes your hand. His smile softens from something teasing into something sweet, those dimples winking at you.
“Well,” he says, looking up at you, “speaking of how much you like me… you don’t have class on Friday, right? What about work?”
Friday is a day off at the university - some kind of training day for staff.
“Nope,” you say. “Kris is on, not me. Why, what’s happening?”
Namjoon’s hand goes to the back of his neck. “I, uh,” he says, a little bashfully, “I wanted to take you out. Like, for the day. On a date. I had some ideas.”
You press your lips together, trying to fight back the smile that’s breaking across your face.
“Yeah,” you say, your voice coming out small. “That sounds really nice. On Friday?”
“Mhm,” he says, his smile growing cockier now that you’ve said yes. “Wear comfortable shoes. And something warm - it’s supposed to snow a little.”
You’re still practically fighting the pleased smile off your face with a broom. “Okay, I will,” you tell him. You feel like you need to get out of there so you can squeal and hop around and maybe text Kris. “I’m gonna go change. Come hang out if you want?”
You tap his wall twice in goodbye and head to your room, closing the door while you change into sweatpants and a hoodie. You’re aware that he’s seen you naked now, but it still feels necessary. You text Kris as you change, and they send you back a row of exclamation points and a “#TeamDimples!”. You send them back an eye-roll and head to the living room couch.
–
[5:22 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: i’m going into the city friday to do some holiday shopping
[5:22 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: you in?
[5:23 PM] You: i have plans already :( i’m sorry
[5:25 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: we could come back early
[5:26 PM] You: my thing’s all day :(
[5:29 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: ok
[5:30 PM] You: sorry tete :(
[5:34 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: it’s fine. dinner tonight?
[5:35 PM] You: only if i dont have to walk my ass back to campus…
[5:37 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: youre such a complainer 🙄
[5:37 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: i’ll pick you up
You chew on your pinky nail, staring at your phone screen. Do you need to see if Namjoon has dinner plans? Do you need his permission to go eat with Taehyung?
You don’t know the rules to this middle-ground you’re in.
But in light of everything you figured out today, you err on the safe side.
Namjoon’s in the kitchen, opening a beer by the sound of it. When he wanders back through the living room, you catch his eye.
“What’s wrong?” he asks immediately. You must look worried.
“Is it… um… Taehyung wants to grab dinner on campus. Are you - can - ?”
Understanding dawns on Namjoon’s face, and he comes over, sitting on the couch next to you and setting his beer on the coffee table.
“You don’t need to ask me before you spend time with your friends,” he says seriously. “Even that friend. You said you’re in this… so, I trust you.”
It’s such a simple thing, but it almost chokes you up. “Okay,” you whisper, so your voice won’t break. “And you’ll be okay? You can order or something?”
“I fed myself for years before we lived together,” he reminds you gently.
“Yeah, okay,” you say, feeling a little foolish. “So, I’ll see you after dinner?”
He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll be here,” he promises.
–
At dinner, surrounded by noisy groups of other students, you and Taehyung each pick at your plates, chatting in between bites.
Finally, as you scrape some sauce absently around your plate, he shoots you a baleful look. “I’ve really missed you lately,” he says, voice low.
Your stomach sinks. “I’ve been here, Taehyung,” you protest. “I didn’t go anywhere.”
“I know,” he says. “I know that. It just feels like we don’t talk as much anymore.”
You twist your lips to the side. There’s truth to what he’s saying, and you know it.
“If you want to talk to me, talk to me,” you insist. “Nothing’s different.”
He looks at you flatly. “You know that isn’t true.”
“I love you, Tete,” you tell him, and it’s the first time you’ve said it to him without feeling like you’re hiding layers, slipping secrets between the vowels. “I’m right here. I promise.”
He purses his lips, looks away from you. “What’s new with you?” he asks, finally. He must have been thinking about how little he’s asked you that, over the past few months, how happy he was to let you exist just outside his orbit. “Have you heard from Lin lately?”
You fill him in on what you can - Lin, Kris and the bookstore, even finally telling him a bit about your thesis work on St. Vincent Millay’s anthology. He tells you about a fight he had with Jimin, about how he almost failed a required biology class this semester, how his mom had the flu last week but is doing better now.
He doesn’t mention dating, so neither do you.
The guilt eats at you all night long, even after you’ve gone to bed. You lay in the dark, your stomach hurting with it.
You’re not sure if you feel bad because you and Taehyung aren’t supposed to keep secrets, or if it’s because you know you’ve done Namjoon wrong by keeping quiet.
Both, you decide sometime around two in the morning. You text Namjoon, “are you asleep?” He answers almost immediately, “almost. you ok?”
You brace yourself and send, “can i come over there?”
When he sends back, “please do” you grab your phone charger and make your way across the dark living room, lit only by the streetlights outside. You make your way into Namjoon’s room, into his bed, into his embrace. You fall asleep between his arms, feeling entirely like the least deserving person alive.
Friday December 7th
You follow Namjoon’s directions on Friday, wearing something warm, and sneakers. But when you head for the kitchen in the morning - he’d told you to be ready early - there’s no Namjoon in sight.
“Namjoon?” you call through the quiet apartment. “Hello?”
There’s no answer. You pull out your phone, ready to text him, when you hear footsteps and then the jangle of keys outside the front door.
Namjoon comes in sideways, shouldering the door open, a tray with two coffees in his hand.
“I tried to get back before you were up,” he says sheepishly.
“We have coffee here,” you say in answer, trying to catch up to whatever is going on.
He gives you a mischievous smile. “We have a train to catch. We needed them to be to-go. You ready?”
It’s cold out; you’re immediately glad for your big puffy coat and the scarf around your neck. You walk with your hot coffee in one hand and Namjoon’s hand in your other. The walk to the train station is only minutes, and soon you’re standing on the platform, peering in the direction that the train should come in from. When the wind picks up, you scoot closer to Namjoon, scavenging for body heat. He smiles down at you and gives your hand a squeeze.
When the train rushes in and the doors slide open, Namjoon lets you go first as you step out of the cold and head down the corridor, looking for two empty seats. You find one in the second car you walk through, and you slide over to the window seat. You both settle in, rearranging heavy coats and coffee cups.
“How long are we on for?” you ask Namjoon. He’s refused to tell you anything about the day, wanting it to all be a surprise.
“Around half an hour,” he tells you, and offers you an earpod. Quiet beats fill your ear as the train starts to move, buildings rushing past faster and faster until they give way to the browns and greens of less urban areas.
Namjoon taps your thigh when your stop comes, and you slide out and follow him towards the doors and back into the sharp, December air.
“Where are we?” you ask, as the train pulls away. Namjoon waves a hand at the train station’s sign, which reads the name of a quiet town west of your university. You’ve never been here before, but you know of it.
Namjoon leads you by the hand away from the train station and towards town. You spend the morning ducking in and out of little niche shops, a few art galleries, and one extremely cluttered antique store just for the hell of it. You talk the whole time - pointing out funny items, telling stories when something sparks a memory, joking and laughing quietly.
Around lunchtime, you stop on the sidewalk. Snow flurries drift down around you; not enough to stick, just enough to get caught in hair and eyelashes.
“What do you feel like eating?” he asks you, blowing on his fingers to warm them. “There are actually a lot of decent options along here.”
“Somewhere warm,” you joke, and he gives you an indulgent smile. Then he wraps an arm around your shoulders as you continue up the street, reading a few menus until you settle on a little cafe. You share a hot meal, watching the snow fall lazily outside.
“What else do you have planned?” you ask curiously, as you finish up eating.
“One more stop,” he says. “It’s the piece de resistance of the day.”
“Ooh,” you say, eyes wide. “Can’t wait.”
Namjoon pays and you zip yourselves back into your coats, heading back into the snow. He leads you, to your surprise, off the main strip and down a narrow side-street. A weathered sign swings in the winter wind, the paint so chipped and peeled that you can’t read it anymore.
He pulls the door open and holds it for you as you step through the threshold of the most beautiful antique bookstore you’ve ever seen.
“Oh, my gosh,” you whisper, reverent, eyes scanning the walls of shelves, the tables, the stuffed armchairs.
“I know you love books as much as I do,” Namjoon’s low voice says, close to your ear. “I wasn’t sure if you love old books as much as I do.”
“I do,” you breathe, running a hand just above the covers of the displayed novels to your right.
You walk together through the display tables, deeper into the belly of the shop. The register is currently unmanned, a little bell on the counter meant to summon whoever operates it.
“I have an idea,” you say to Namjoon, looking over your shoulder to smile up at him. “Let’s play a game?”
One of his eyebrows jumps. “What kind of game?”
A giggle erupts from you, and you try to stifle it. “Not that kind. Let’s shop alone. I’ll pick out three for you, you pick out three for me. Then we can meet back here in… twenty minutes? Or so? Then we can swap.”
Namjoon’s smile is open and wide, practically taking up his whole face. “I like it. Twenty minutes? I’ll set a timer on my phone.”
You go in separate directions as you browse. At one point you have six books in your arms, and you stop and set them down, examining their spines for which you should keep and which you should put back. The smell of old pages permeates the air, along with something Christmas-y - pine, maybe a touch of peppermint. You make your way further into the store, climbing a set of open, metal stairs that lead to a balcony of sorts, with more shelves at the top.
You can see Namjoon down below, crouching next to a shelf, his finger tracing the spines of the books on the bottom shelf, clearly looking for something specific. You smile softly, watching him. Then you bustle on to the next section you’re interested in.
When your phone buzzes in your pocket that your twenty minutes are up, you make your way back down to the spot you’d chosen to meet back up. You hold the books behind your back, smiling.
He does the same. “Trade on three?” he asks. “One… two… three!”
You hand him the stack and he hands his books over to you. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as you read the titles. You’d both done the same thing without knowing - one fiction, one non-fiction, one poetry.
“I think we spend too much time together,” Namjoon jokes, faking solemnity.
“Agreed,” you say, grinning up at him. “What do you say we buy what we want to buy and go across to that coffee shop to read?” You point out the window, eyeing the coffee shop across the street.
“I like this plan,” he tells you happily, and takes your hand to lead you to the register.
The coffee shop is a good choice - it’s got a fireplace on one wall, and you and Namjoon manage to score a small table not too far from the circle of warmth. Just as he had on the train, he hands you an earpod, and you spend several hours easily - chatting some, reading, watching the snow out the window.
You haven’t felt this at peace, this understood by somebody, perhaps ever in your life.
It gets dark early, making it feel late at night when it’s still early evening. Namjoon holds you close as you walk back down main street, back in the direction of the train station. Halfway down the block he stops, looking down at you, something warm in his gaze.
“What?” you ask. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He doesn’t answer, just leans down to kiss you sweetly, his thumb stroking your jaw whisper-soft.
You’re sleepy the second you sit down on the train. You lean against Namjoon’s shoulder, eyes heavy. You’re not sure if you actually drift off or not, when Namjoon gasps beside you.
“What?” you ask, sitting back up. He looks back at you, eyes wide, clearly horrified. “What? What happened?”
“I’m so sorry,” he blurts out, eyes flashing to his phone and then back to you. The panic in his voice is evident. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”
“What happened?” you repeat, feeling your own nerves start to tingle.
“I texted the wrong group chat…” he says quietly, still sounding horrified. “Fuck, I’m so fucking stupid. I’m so sorry. I thought it was the one with only Yoongi and Hobi…”
He turns his screen to show you. The groupchat is clearly the one with all the guys, the bubbles at the top numerous.
[6:02 PM] Hoseok: Namjoon you’ve been quiet all day
[6:03 PM] Hoseok: what’s the story?
[6:05 PM] Namjoon: took y/n on a date today to that antique bookstore 😊
[6:09 PM] Seokjin: wait….. taehyung’s y/n?
[6:09 PM] Jungkook: OOP-
Your stomach sinks. “Oh, my god,” you say, eyes on his phone screen.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeats, sounding pained.
“No, it’s okay,” you say automatically, even though it probably isn’t. You take a deep breath, rub a hand over your face. “He was going to find out eventually. And, honestly, I didn’t want it to be a secret forever, you know? This isn’t… this is real, it’s not a stupid friends-with-benefits thing, it deserves to… be.”
You trail off, not sure what you mean, but Namjoon leans forward, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.
“I’m still sorry,” he murmurs into your hair.
“It’s okay,” you tell him. “It really is.”
On your lap, your phone buzzes.
[6:12 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: wow.
Sunday December 9th
You try for two days to get Taehyung to answer you. He ignores text after text, call after call.
On the first day, you feel terrible. You’re sure he’s feeling betrayed, confused, hurt.
By the second day, you’re pissed.
[9:57 PM] You: taehyung, please talk to me
[11:08 PM] You: tete. please?
[12:33 AM] You: seriously, can you answer?
[9:41 AM] You: morning. Can we talk today please?
[2:12 PM] You: the silent treatment’s getting old. Pick up.
[5:57 PM] You: i’d LIKE to apologize to you in person but its kind of hard when you’re ignoring me!!!
[8:49 PM] You: fine, i’ll do it this way
[8:54 PM] You: i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. I’m sorry you found out that way.
[8:56 PM] You: for what it’s worth, we aren’t like…… officially official or anything
[8:57 PM] You: it’s been heading that way, yeah, but…. not yet
[8:59 PM] You: i think… telling you would have made it realer, and i didn’t know if it was real enough for that yet
[9:03 PM] You: and if i’m being honest… i didn’t know how to tell you
[9:32 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: can i come over
Relief floods through you so heavy that you exhale everything inside you, eyes closing, head sagging towards your chest, the hand holding your phone going limp. Namjoon looks over at you from his side of the couch.
“He answered?” he asks.
“He’s coming over,” you confirm, typing in an answer to Taehyung. “You don’t mind, right? I owe him some answers.”
“No,” he says evenly. “I don’t mind. Do you want me to… I mean, I’m just thinking of when I talked with Elyse. Would me being there… help? Or make it worse?”
You let out a bitter laugh. “It’d help me tremendously,” you admit. “But I think it’d make it worse for him. Thank you, though. I appreciate the thought.”
“Okay,” he says quietly, and reaches out to give your hand a squeeze. “Well, you know where to find me.”
Outside, the December night is cold, but dry, the air tickling your throat on its way to and from your lungs.
“Listen,” you say softly. You and Taehyung are sitting side by side, a foot apart, on the stairs in front of your apartment. The stone step feels like a slab of absolute ice underneath you, but you can’t care about that right now. “I’m sorry it happened like this. I was trying… I was trying not to let anything change between us.”
Taehyung doesn’t answer, just stares at the road. From the side, you can see the tightness in his face, the clench of his jaw, the movement of his throat as he swallows. You’ve known him almost your whole life. You can read him like a book.
He’s hurting.
He’s trying to pretend he’s not.
“I mean,” you continue, your heart aching, “you never tell me about your girls.”
“That’s different,” he croaks.
“How?” you ask softly. “How is this different?”
“I wasn’t actually dating any of them,” he says.
It’s not the whole reason, and you both know it.
“So, what is this?” he asks. “Is he your boyfriend now?” He positively sneers the word.
This stops you. You don’t know how to answer. Technically, no. But essentially… yes. You just hadn’t talked it through yet. “He… I…”
Taehyung stands suddenly, shoves his hands in his pockets, paces to the curb and back. “Well?” he demands, facing you. The hurt is practically dropping from him, and you’re reeling to fight the instinct to make it better, reeling trying to determine at lightning speed if you’ve actually done something wrong.
“Not technically,” you whisper.
He stands there, surrounded by the dark, staring you down, his face more serious than you’ve ever seen it. You stand too, taking a few steps to stop before him.
“What does this mean for us?” Taehyung asks. His voice breaks on ‘us’. “What are we now?”
You reach out, fingers skimming along his arm, wanting to comfort. “Taehyung, it doesn’t mean anything for us. We’ll be the same as we’ve always been.”
You watch it cross his face as he decides to make you prove it, but you don’t have enough time to react before he’s doing the thing you’d day-dreamed of time after time after time - before you knew Namjoon. He’s closing the gap between you, his hand curling in the fabric of your jacket, his lips finding yours, searching for something that three months ago he probably would have found.
–
Upstairs, Namjoon can’t let go of the uneasy feeling in his stomach. He can’t get that day with Elyse out of his head - how his eyes had found yours and he’d felt steady, had literally felt the fist of anxiety loosen on his lungs. What if you needed him out there? Finally, he can’t take it anymore. He crosses the living room and peeks out the window, just to gauge how it’s going - he’s sure he can read your expression or your body language enough to tell if you’re okay or not.
He leans over, looking out, and the blood in his arms and legs turns in an instant to ice.
Outside on the sidewalk, you’re kissing Taehyung. His dark hair hangs over your face, where one of his hands rests. Your bodies are impossibly close together, seeming to meld into one in the shadows.
He stumbles away from the window, trying to get away from it, but the image burns in his brain. He makes his way blindly back towards his bedroom. His heart pounds, and he finds himself nauseous, his eyes suddenly burning like he’s walked through smoke.
“Fuck,” he hisses, punching his doorframe. Then he slams his door shut, and locks it for good measure.
He should’ve known, he thinks. He should’ve seen this coming from day one.
Elyse had made him feel stupid, yeah.
But it was nothing like this.
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→ Summary: Namjoon made the decision early on in his training that he would abstain from dating or entering any form of relationship while in active duty. He’s determined not to burden anyone with the likelihood of being to be notified of his death or causing pain to someone he loves by his long absence. Ironically, he found himself drawn to you, a doctor who challenges his beliefs and contradicts everything he upholds.
↠ knj x f.reader | 18+ | status: on-going
↠ total words: to be updated once complete
↠ genre: military au, doctor au, s2l, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, romance, descendants of the sun au
→ Warnings: Read at your own risk! war, ptsd, violence, injury, death, murder, bombs, guns, knives, use of other weapons, (smut + additional warnings will be noted in each chapter)
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Captain Yoo Shijin - Big Boss, Alpha Team
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Kim Namjoon - Wildcat, Puppy Pack Trainee
Jung Hoseok - Bambi, Puppy Pack Trainee
Lee Jihoon - White Knight, Puppy Pack Trainee
Dr. Moyeon Kang - Big Boss’s wife
Dr. Y/N Song - 1st year intern
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tagged by: @crispy-chan <3 jas my darling
rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips
1. A Love So Beautiful YJI
— best friends!au, f2l, unrequited love, high-school!au
2. They Don’t Know About Us JJK
— est. relationship!au, rich!jk, rich!reader, arranged-marriage!au, "last hurrah"
3. 'Cus I Like You SCB
— unrequited love!au, high school!au
4. Who You Gonna Call? KNJ
— Ghost Busters meets The X-Files!au(?), detectives!au, scientists!au, sci-fi!au
5. Roadtrippin' CSB
— roadtrip!au, brother's best friend!au, high school!au, roadtrip!au(obv)
6. Lightyears KSM
— astronaut!au, sci-fi, dystopia!au, space crew!au
7. Give You The World KTH
— painter!au, tourist!au, s2l, inspired by The Greatest Showman
8. Silent Sky LMH
— sci-fi!au, dystopia!au, f2l
... i dont want to talk about the others hidden in my ideas list-
rn im prioritizing #1, #2. and #3, while #5 is more like a little one i like to drop in and work on randomly and the other three have sat untouched all summer ;-; but they have drafts started (mainly #4 and #7)
anyway tagging: @mxxndreams @decembermoonskz @kinzavskpop @itsapapisongo
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wip game
Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.
tagged by: @sweetieguk @aquagustd @kookdiaries @sugakookitty @kkulfm-2
so fic titles typically come late for me so a few of these aren’t titled, just the vague idea and the member. also a lot of these wips have lived in my drive for probably the past 2 years 🫣 also when i did this tag game last year i think it was, some of these were on that too, in case you see familiar titles.
anything with ** means i’m working on it right now and either writing or outlining and plotting
annoyed barista au | jhs
boy(?) | kth
Don't Leave Me Behind | KTH**
Double Fault | KSJ**
Fortuitous Encounters | MYG
haunted house au | JJK
Just Like Magic | KNJ
Keep It Up | KNJ
Rumored Nights | KNJ
s2l college au? | KSJ
Say You'll Be Wine | PJM
ta!joon | knj
Tell Me You Want Me | PJM**
the conjuring au | KNJ**
tagging: @joheunsaram @ressjeon @hobeemin @yutasthetic @bangtanintotheroom @kithtaehyung @hisunshiine @jjksblackgf @kookskingdom @yoon2k @babiekaykes @namjinsmoonchile @rkivian @btsqualityy and anyone else that wants to do it! (sorry if you did it already i’m just nosey lol
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