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Intersect, Part 6 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 6

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader; with appearances by OT7

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 7.1K words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; secret office romance; unrequited love; pining; alcohol consumption; cheesy pickup lines; Joon and YN being so awkward; Yoongi is insufferable (sorry!!!); anxiety attack; lots of crying; public breakdown; self-deprecation; soft-Joon; confessions; cunnilingus; clit-play; praise kink; brief orgasm deprivation; cum-eating; fingering; protected sex; rough sex; dirty talk; multiple orgasms

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: Phew! Buckle up...because this chapter is quite the ride. That's it. That's the tweet 😅

Namjoon surprises you when he knocks on your door as you were checking on some of Jimin’s initial data analysis on one of your active projects.

“Hey. What’s up,” you greeted him with a smile. 

He smiles. “Ah…I just wanted to bring this over to you. It’s the swag-bag from the retreat.” He holds up a white, mid-sized cloth bag with your company’s logo printed on it. 

“I was hoping to catch you on the bus home yesterday but didn’t realize that you took the earlier one.”

“Oh…yeah, Celina offered an early bus option for a few people and it turns out that there were a couple open spots so I took one of them.”

Since your company retreats were usually scheduled in the middle of the work week, Celina paid for everyone to take a three-day weekend to recover.

You also took the time to decompress. The earlier bus ride gave you the chance to get some extra peace and quiet at the apartment since the previous weekend was full of surprises with Jungkook staying over for a few days…not to mention how things went down with Yoongi. You needed your own personal retreat at home before getting back into the swing of things.

“Anyway, they gave these out to all the staff after the speeches last night but since you left so soon after yours, I told Celina that I’d hand it to you in the morning instead. Then…after we talked that night, I kind of forgot about it until I was packing my stuff,” he says.

One thing that you did not expect coming off the weekend was striking up a friendship with Namjoon. After he saw you acting out and embarrassing yourself, it was a welcome surprise to you–especially after he didn’t treat you any differently once you got back to the office.

“Wow,” you get up from your chair to see what he had in this mystery bag. “Wonder what they got for us this year?”

You take the bag from him and look in it. The first thing that catches your eye is a mug.

You laughed. “Another mug?”

“Yeah…I love those. It shows our new logo, see?”

“Ahh…” you say as you turn the mug over, inspecting it further.

“Oh good! You guys are together!” Your head snaps up to see Jin walking towards you.

“N-no, we’re not together,” you both say in unison.

“Geez, don’t be so defensive, guys! I just meant that I didn’t have to make multiple trips to give you both the good news…” he pauses for dramatic effect.

“Okay, well, we’re on the edge of our seats, hyung,” Namjoon says.

“I just heard back from the Moon Foundation and…” another annoying pause.

Your eyebrows raise in anticipation. “Today, Jin–please!”

“God, you guys are way too serious! Anyway, we won the contract!!!” he finally exclaims unceremoniously.

“Holy shit!” Namjoon gasps while your jaw drops in surprise.

“Yep! That’s a $10 million valuation on that contract with a potential for more if we do good during the base years–it could turn into a total of $25 million,” he grins.

“I know I could have just sent this all in an email but I’m-way-too excited-for-all-this-revenue,” he says rapidly. “Anyway, I’m gonna go tell Celina now! Really nice job guys,” he says before walking off.

You and Namjoon look at each other. “Oh my god—we actually won,” you breathed out.

Namjoon smiled broadly at you while he watched you squeal and bounce around in excitement. You were completely unaware of it but bouncing around caused you to move closer to where he stood. Next thing you knew, you had wrapped your arms around him in a hug, which he returned in response.

Once the excitement had passed and you were finally aware of what was happening, your eyes flew open and you quickly withdrew from him.

You felt the heat suddenly rising to your cheeks. “Sorry–I got uhh…just got carried away there,” you muttered, embarrassingly.

“I…uhhh…I just wanted to bring you the mug…you know—because it’s a cool mug,” he stammers.

“Uh yeah, it does look cool,” you nodded, nervously holding up the mug.

“Uhm, it has many uses, too. You can put your pens in it, paperclips–”

“Coffee…”

“Definitely! Yeah…definitely coffee. And uhm, there’s other cool stuff in there, too–uhm, in there, I mean,” he says as he points to the bag.

You stand in awkward silence for a few seconds. You weren’t exactly sure how to ‘end’ whatever this moment was.

“Anyway, uh, I’m gonna go check my emails,” he says, smiling sheepishly, his left dimple poking out.

“Right! We’ve got lots of work coming up,” you said immediately.

He nods, scratching his head nervously then begins to walk in the opposite direction from where his office was. After a few steps, he stops abruptly, chuckling to himself and turning around to walk in the correct path–murmuring about how he somehow temporarily lost his sense of direction.

******

Things had moved pretty quickly since the bid was won so you didn’t have time to hash out the hug or have any awkwardness linger between you and Namjoon.

Days later, after the initial phone call with the Moon Foundation and contract signing, per proposal guidelines, you and Namjoon were approved as co-project directors–with you in the forefront. Namjoon was happy to take a backseat since he had a few large contracts coinciding with this. He was on board more as a deputy and senior advisor.

Today, you had a kickoff meeting with the client on their own turf. Your whole team was in attendance as you waited for the CEO and the rest of the Foundation’s team to walk in to discuss initial planning before officially launching the project.

Just then, she finally walks in.

You all stood up and greeted her with a bow. She smiles warmly and makes a beeline for you.

“YN!”

“Hello, Haejin.”

“My god, you’re so formal,” she giggled. “Come on, give your old friend a hug!”

You smiled before she wrapped her arms around you. 

You had partnered with the Moon Foundation on a few smaller contracts before landing their largest effort. Haejin was young–about the same age as you were. After her father’s retirement, everyone assumed that her older brother would be appointed as Chairman but to their surprise (and hers), she ended up taking the top job.

Before bidding on this contract, you had disclosed that your friendship with Kim Haejin was strictly business in nature. Admittedly, you did go out for the occasional glass of wine after a hard day but since she was one of the busiest women in the country, she didn’t have much time to devote to girlfriends.

She also had a growing family and this project was the first one that she was directly overseeing after coming off a year-long maternity leave.

The meeting goes smoothly after formal introductions. The Foundation was excited to work with a reputable research firm to help evaluate their cause and grant-making capabilities as well as if there was anything else that they can do to make program improvements. The hope was to create more partnerships internationally and further their reach.

*****

“Hey, YN…c-can we talk?”

Yoongi was out of his sling, standing outside your office.

“Is this about the Human Services contact? I already emailed you a list of my potential available weeks to contribute—which is not a lot since we just won the Moon Foundation bid,” you said without lifting your eyes off your screen.

“I just hate how we left things at the retreat, and—“

“Yoongi, what’s done is done. I’m not interested in any closure whatsoever. Besides, whatever we had was just between us. Nobody else knew anything about it so we can just go about our business as if nothing happened.”

“But—“

You exhaled sharply and finally looked up at him. “Look. Let’s just move on. And if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to prepare for—which you should be doing, too.”

He opens his mouth to say something until Celina appears at your doorway right then for a separate matter.

“Hey, YN—can you and Namjoon make sure that you include the project kickoff plans at the meeting later?”

As you turn to face Celina, you get a good look at her. It wasn’t the slightly unkempt hair or the cream-colored pencil skirt that she paired with flats that captured your attention—instead, it was the button-up ‘blouse’ that she wore. Black, pinstriped and ill-fitting…because it was actually a men’s shirt.

And you knew that for sure because it was the same shirt that you bought Yoongi that one morning all those weeks ago, after the first time you slept together.

Your eyes quickly dart back to Yoongi, whose shoulders tense immediately after realizing what you just concluded in your head.

******

“Okay, okay–calm down, breathe, YN…breathe…” Namjoon says as he puts his hands on your shoulders and gives you a firm but still gentle squeeze to try and re-center you.

After blindly agreeing to Celina’s request, you excused yourself and told them that you needed to make a quick client call.

Celina walked away but Yoongi lingered for a bit. You were too stunned to respond while fragments of his explanation replayed in your head.

“I–I didn’t mean for you to find out this way, YN. Cici, I mean, Celina…she-she didn’t want anybody to know. She wanted to keep things strictly professional.”

Deep breath in…

“I’ve been wanting to join the firm for a while but she said it might raise some questions.”

And release…

“But when we’d been broken up for a while, I decided that I still wanted to transfer out of academia, thinking I’d already moved on and this wouldn’t affect my work.”

When he finally leaves, you shut your door and involuntarily message Namjoon on the chat app with an SOS shorthand. He rushed over to your office thinking that there was a problem with the project.

Your chest feels incredibly tight. “I can’t, I can’t! It’s…it’s–she…she–she’s a–she–” You take a sharp but deep breath to center yourself. “It’s her…she’s Cici…”

“Who?”

“Celina…‘C’ is for Celina…” you said in a daze.

“Right–and ‘N’ is for Namjoon…’Y’  is for YN…”

You smack him on his chest. “She’s Cici! Celina Choi! She’s Yoongi’s ex!”

Namjoon’s eyes widened at the realization, dropping his arms from you.

“It’s her…oh my god…it was her all along…” You continued to hyperventilate.

Realizing that there were only a few minutes left before the senior staff meeting, he goes into ‘Logical Namjoon’ mode and tries to refocus–more for your sake. “YN–let’s…let’s calm down, okay? We still have to get through the meeting,” he says softly.

“Shit! The meeting,” you cringe. “I can’t–I don’t know if I can do this, Namjoon,” you started to whimper.

“YN…Let’s compartmentalize for now, hm? And we’ll deal with it later. C’mon, take a deep breath with me. Inhale…”

You do as he says.

“And exhale,” he says soothingly as he gives your shoulders another firm but reassuring squeeze.

“You can do this, YN.”

You puff your cheeks out and release a shaky breath. Inhaled once more and exhaled—more steadily this time, and nodded. “I can do this,” you echoed.

He gives you a once-over, cups your face, then looks you right in the eye. “You ready?”

You sniffled, blinked twice then nodded to assure him. 

He gives you a small smile. “Okay, c’mon,” he says softly before proceeding to walk into the conference room while you follow closely behind.

Once you walk in, you see Yoongi take his seat to the right of Celina, who smiles warmly at him while seated at the head of the table.

He nervously tries to make eye contact but you avoid him–grateful that Namjoon enters the room first so you use his large frame as a shield of sorts.

Namjoon takes it upon himself to sit to the left of your director, thereby prompting you to take the seat next to him.

She clasps her hands in excitement before returning them to her laptop’s keyboard to type some notes. “Alright, everyone. Let’s do a round-robin!”

She decides to start from the back of the room, working clockwise.

You break into a sweat trying to hold in your rage until you suddenly feel a warmth over your knee. You look down to see Namjoon’s hand resting on it which makes you peer up at him to find him looking straight ahead.

A calm washes over you as the rest of your colleagues finish their reporting.

Until it was Yoongi’s turn.

“Alright, Yoongi. What have you got for us?” Celina says. She sounded so professional–as if there weren’t a herd of elephants that just barrelled through this room.

Yoongi clears his throat. “So–I had a productive site visit earlier this week. I went to a couple of our client’s grant recipients and, I have to say that it was pretty life-changing for me, personally.”

You groaned inwardly and rolled your eyes then spotted Namjoon side-eyeing you and shaking his head softly at you.

“They actually invited me to serve some of the meals there–and I was caught off-guard a bit but I just went along with it. I thought it was for a good cause. And uh–anyway, there was this little girl and her mother whom I got to have a conversation with. It turns out that they had been coming there regularly and have been really grateful for the grant that the facility received. They said that they were barely surviving moving from one place to another and thought they would have to leave the site when funding ran out. It was uh–” he starts to get choked up. “Very touching,” he says as he wipes a tear away. “I was really moved by it.”

Something in you snaps and before you know it, a laugh slips out from you.

Namjoon whips his head around, followed by the rest of the room.

“I’m sorry, is this a joke?” You said.

“YN…” he says, barely audible.

“What’s that, YN?” Celina says.

“I asked if this was a joke,” you said, then proceeded to giggle uncontrollably.

“N-no. I really experienced it,” Yoongi replies, which elicits a full-on guffaw from you.

“W-what’s so funny, YN?” Your boss asks.

“Oh my god! Can you believe this guy?” You said in between snorts.

Namjoon tries to laugh along with you, albeit uncomfortably.

“So…sensitive! So—so…devastated while serving meals at a soup kitchen. But oh! Stomp on somebody’s heart in real life? Where’s the justice in that? Nowhere! Why? Because he doesn’t get it! He just doesn’t get it! Somebody please–explain it to me! Make it make sense! Because I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about!”

With that, you abruptly stood up from your seat and stormed out of the conference room.

While you march down the hallway, you pass Jimin and he does a double-take. “Hey, boss–the meeting’s done? H-how did it–”

“Not now, Jimin!” You snapped before slamming the door to your office. You drew the blinds and turned your lights off, opting to sit in the dark right between your desk and the file cabinet, hugging your knees to your chest.

After a few minutes, you hear a soft knock.

“A little busy here!” You yell out.

“YN, it’s me.” 

Shit. You could already hear the disappointment in his voice after telling him repeatedly that you’d do your best to keep it together for an hour.

“Namjoon…please. I need–I need a few minutes,” you sniffled, failing to keep your emotions in check.

“Alright. Uhm…just…” he rests his palm flat on your door. “I’m here, okay?”

******

After an hour, you turn your office lights back on. You dug your compact out of your purse to assess the damage.

Not too bad, you thought. Thankfully, you had some makeup wipes and some finishing powder to fix that.

You then decided to make things right. You embarrassed yourself, yes. But you would pull up your big-girl pants and apologize to Celina for that ill-timed breakdown.

“Hey, Jisoo–does Celina have a minute?” You asked her assistant.

“Yeah. You can go in and see her,” she said softly.

“Thanks.”

You walk over to the entrance to find her sitting on her office sofa with her feet up, marking up some draft report–still very much wearing that shirt.

You took a deep, steady breath before knocking on her door frame to announce your arrival. She gives you a warm smile and waves you in. As soon as you enter, she points you towards the sofa opposite hers for a seat.

“Celina, I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. It was completely unprofessional and it won’t happen again. I don’t know where that came from.”

“Oh, I do. I know exactly where that came from.”

You brace yourself. “Y-you do?” Fuck. Does she know?

“Yep–some guy ripped your heart out and crushed it and you lashed out at poor Yoongi, as being representative of the asshole who did that to you. Am I right?”

Oh, she has no idea. “You hit the nail on the head,” you grimaced.

She hummed. “Well–you can’t do that, YN. I don’t care how much it hurts.”

“Celina…I promise you that this will not happen again,” you said cautiously.

Just then, she decides to swing her legs so they are now touching the floor, then gets up from her seat to sit next to you. She leans in and you prepare for her to admonish you but what she says next surprises you.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“Uhh…oh-kay,” you said with hesitation.

“A year ago, my boyfriend and I broke up,” she says with a low voice.

Your eyes almost bulged out of your skull but you still tried your best to keep your expression neutral while she continued her story.

“I was absolutely crushed—devastated, even. Did you notice?”

“Huh? Uhm…n-no. Not at all,” you responded–it was the truth. Celina was the consummate professional. You weren’t even sure whether the woman had a personal life at all.

“Exactly! And that’s because if I fall apart, then everything and everyone else around me is affected…everything that we all worked hard for–just because I decided to have a cry at work.”

You purse your lips.

“Do you love him?”

Her question catches you off-guard. “Huh?”

“Do you love him? The guy,” she clarifies.

“Oh–no. No–we never got to that point…” you mumble.

“I think maybe you do,” she says. “Have you two talked lately?”

“N-not exactly–” you said as you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.

“Do it. Talk to him. Because back then, I used to feel that I had to protect my heart, leave a little something for myself. If I perhaps didn’t become too available for him, that maybe…I wouldn’t come off too clingy and it would make him want to be around me more. I kept him at arm’s length for years. But then, what good did that do? He told me that I seemed like a cold-hearted person and that I didn’t want him as much. So he left me,” she says, throwing her hands up.

You were speechless. While making your way to her office, you had a million questions in your head. And now, you suddenly had answers.

“I’ve done my share of sitting in the dark, wallowing in self-pity until one day, I decided that I had enough! So that day, I showed up at his hotel room with dumplings and a dozen tangerines–he loves tangerines–and I just said that I couldn’t stand not having him in my life and I was lost without him.” She shrugs then smiles broadly.

“And…that worked?”

She nods enthusiastically. “I’ve never been happier…God, I’m actually happy! Who’d have thought?”

“That’s…that’s really great, Celina. I’m glad and really happy for you,” you said while smiling through the tears that were starting to build up again.

******

You were quiet for the rest of the day at the office even after repeatedly assuring Namjoon on the work chat app that you were fine. But when you didn’t raise any objections during your team check-in, he knew it was a huge red flag. He went behind your back, texted Jungkook and asked for your address.

You were shocked and confused when he showed up to your door with provisions–wine, a six-pack of beer, and mint-chocolate chip ice cream–which was definitely for you.

He apologized for coming off like a creeper but he told Jungkook that he was worried about you and that your brother was strangely all-too-happy to tell him where you lived. You made a mental note to have a serious talk with your brother later.

After getting over the initial reaction of Namjoon standing at your doorstep, you told him to make himself at home.

“I don’t get it.” you say between gulps of wine.

“What’s there to get? So they’re back together! End of,” Namjoon says as he takes a swig of his beer while you both sit on your couch, surrounded by takeout containers–which you ordered, since he took care of the alcohol and dessert.

“How could I have missed it? Was it staring me in the face this whole time?”

“YN–you can keep asking yourself the same question several different ways for the whole night but you will end up with the same answer.”

He gazes at you while you cradle your glass of wine, blankly staring at your own reflection on the crimson liquid.

“Were you in love with him?”

It was strange that he asked you a similar question that Celina had earlier. But now that you had more time to think about it, the answer wasn’t so difficult.

“I thought that I was…because I admired him. All of a sudden, he was giving me the time of day. That feeling of your idol finally noticing you. And I was all too happy to bask in it…But thinking about it more?” You shook your head, “I think I was just in love with the idea of him. I mean–I was hurt by what he did…but I blame it on my ego and naivete.”

Your eyes turned downcast as you ruminated further at this realization.

“Hey…” It wasn’t his voice that pulled you from daze. You glanced over your arm and found his hand resting on your elbow. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were filled with concern.

“The fact is, you were still hurt. Pain is a real emotion,” he says.

“I guess, yeah,” you conceded. 

You were unaware that tears started to drip down your cheeks again. In an instant, the same hand that held your elbow reached up to swipe them away.

You mouthed your thanks then chuckled bitterly. “Ugh. Look at me, I’m such a mess.”

“I am looking at you…and you’re beautiful.”

Your breath hitches as his compliment takes you by surprise.

Namjoon looks like he realizes what he’s just said. “A-and…” he stutters as he scrambles to sit up straight on your sofa. “And smart. You’re passionate about the work you do because you genuinely care. And most of all, you’re real. You’re not afraid to wear your heart on your sleeve.”

You ended the night by paying for a rideshare for Namjoon to get home safely. He had drunk quite a bit of alcohol with you and it was the least you could do for him after he lifted your mood.

You also finally exchanged personal phone numbers—since you’d be working more closely in the coming days. He sent you a text once he walked through his door.

[Namjoon] 10:36PM: Made it home. Thanks again for the ride!

[You] 10:38PM: Thanks for the drinks and ice cream…and cheering me up!

******

“What the fuck did I miss?”

Jimin was walking back from the breakroom after refilling his coffee mug when he finds Mirai standing several feet away across one of the smaller conference rooms watching a scene unfold.

The small conference room, or ‘huddle room’ as it was often dubbed around your office had glass walls and the shades usually weren’t drawn so anybody walking by could see everything that was going on inside. Typically, huddle rooms were made for impromptu meetings. It offered a wider space for small teams to spread out and brainstorm in the same room.

Mirai, who had been standing in the hallway for who knows how long, looked like she was piecing together a very complicated puzzle.

That puzzle was you and Namjoon–in the huddle room together–sitting side-by-side, having a completely civil conversation. Your backs were turned away from the glass wall so you were unaware of your small audience in the hallway.

After Jimin asks his question once more, Mirai is momentarily shaken out of her daze.

“I…I have no idea,” she mumbles in confusion as she tilts her head sideways in wonder.

Just then, Hobi walks by, returning from his programming meeting when he notices Mirai and Jimin. Brows furrowed, he looked over to whatever held their attention before his jaw dropped.

“Wha–Did hell freeze over?” he asks.

Mirai and Jimin absentmindedly shrugged their shoulders.

They all gasp in unison when you and Namjoon suddenly burst out laughing after a comment that he made. You were clutching your mouth, trying to control your giggles but Namjoon continues to pile on to the inaudible joke. You playfully smack his shoulder in an attempt to get back to the task at hand.

All this is happening while your core team members watch from the outside, completely unaware of them watching your every move.

“Did they just laugh together?” Jimin asks.

“And she just touched his shoulder. They must be drunk,” Mirai tries to reason.

“At 10 in the morning?” Hobi asks incredulously.

“Hey, guys–you should probably stop staring. They’re people, not zoo animals!” Taehyung is promptly shushed by Hobi, Jimin, and Mirai.

He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I’m going back to my office to run some regression patterns,” he says dismissively before ducking into his office, which was close to where these three stood.

“Why aren’t they fighting?” Jimin wonders out loud.

“Beats me,” Mirai answers.

“I have to talk to Namjoonie. This is…” Hobi paused to find the right words. “I don’t know what to make of this.”

“They are working together–which is what we should all be doing right about now,” Taehyung yells out from his office

Mirai blows out a puff of air. “Shit on my dreams, why don’t you, Kim Taehyung,” she says as she turns to walk back to her office.

“Yeah, man, where’s the fun in that?” Jimin mutters while walking away.

Hobi proceeds to poke his head into Taehyung’s office. “You seem awfully calm about all this,” he asks suspiciously.

“Hyung–right now, I’m just focused on meeting our preliminary deadlines on this new project.”

Hobi lingers at Taehyung’s doorway, trying to look for any hint of knowledge of why you and Namjoon were getting along all of a sudden.

Taehyung looks up to see his senior eyeing him. He shakes his head. “Was there anything that you needed to assign to me, hyung?”

“Hm, no,” he pursed his lips. “Just…carry on, I guess.” Before walking away, he mutters under his breath “Shit. I gotta see Mirai about changing my wager.”

******

“Would it be helpful to use the same template from the Children’s Health Insurance Program survey?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. Does Hobi still have the program specs for that,” you asked.

“Yes, he does. That man files everything away in his hard drive. He even has his preliminary programming backed up from 9 years ago when he was an intern,” Namjoon says while he types away on his computer, drafting an email to Hobi.

It was after-hours at the office and you and Namjoon were tying up some loose ends before you finalized the dates for grantee meetings and site visits–which you were set to present to the client on an upcoming call for approval.

You both sat on your office couch with your laptops, elbows barely touching. You had kicked off your Jimmy Choo pumps and had your feet propped up on the coffee table.

Namjoon smiles at how relaxed you look—a far cry from your sudden breakdown a week ago.

“He and Jimin can put their heads together and make revisions to tailor it for the Moon Foundation project.”

“Perfect,” you said as you typed up additional notes and reminders for tomorrow’s task list.

Namjoon had his jacket off, loosened his tie, and had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Since he didn’t have any client meetings today, he came in wearing a pair of Nike retro dunks.

A few seconds later, his phone buzzes with a text. He grabs it off the armrest where he’s had it placed and laughs immediately after he reads it.

“Your brother is really funny,” he says as he types up a response.

You look at him and arch an eyebrow. “My brother? You’re talking about my brother, Jungkook?”

He sets his phone back down. “Yeah. Unless you had other siblings?”

“No. I didn’t know that you guys were friends like that.”

His facial expression changes from mild amusement to worry. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”

You shrugged. “I don’t dictate whom my brother can or cannot be friends with. I just wonder what you guys would talk about other than his whole post-grad life crisis,” you said while you turned your attention back to your scheduling application.

“Oh, we talk about a lot of things. Music, gaming, food…you,” he trails off without looking up from his screen.

“Me?” Your cheeks started to heat up as you turned your head to look at Namjoon.

He looks back at you. “I didn’t realize how much you loathed me,” he says with a ghost of a smile.

You were mortified. You would definitely have words with your brother the first chance you got. You might even consider renting a car to drive out to his university to kick his ass in person...tonight. 

“I mean…’loathe’ is a bit of an exaggeration,” You laughed nervously as you scrambled to explain. 

He laughs. “It’s fine, YN. After being such an asshole to you, I deserve it,” he says.

You were silent for a beat. “Yes, but things are different now, right?”

“Right,” he replies.

“We’ve put all that animosity aside…clean slate all around.”

He nods softly.

“To tell you the truth, I’ve been wanting to work with you for a long time–but after that whole proposal debacle, it set me off on this war path. When I got hired, I was just excited that Celina Choi remotely took any interest in my work. I didn’t think she knew that I existed,” you laughed while you readjusted your seating position, tucking your right foot under your left leg.

Namjoon felt a slight pang of guilt. He wasn’t being completely honest.

“...I looked up your credentials then and thought, ‘Wow, he’s worked with the Working Families’ Health Initiative? I’d love to work with that program, too!’ Then I saw a video of your testimony at Capitol Hill a few years ago–and…I found it very compelling,” you said.

You left out the part where you also thought that those government cameras and lighting did not do his face any justice once you finally saw him in person at the office.

“Since you mention starting off with a clean slate, there’s something I have to tell you.”

You cock your head to the side in interest.

“I actually gave Celina the intel on you–so…I wouldn’t give her all of the credit.”

You quirk your eyebrows in surprise and smiled. “Really?”

He hums. “I don’t know whether you recall that Walden Foundation call–seems like ages ago. There was a guy named ‘Dave’ who was trying to undermine you–”

Your mouth was agape, remembering that exact moment.

He goes on to say that the way you spoke passionately about the work caught his attention. He wouldn’t stop badgering Celina about hiring you since you’d perfectly represent an area they’d been wanting to expand for years.

You were shocked to hear about your mutual admiration for each other early on.

“B-but if you were trying to recruit me, why weren’t you at any of my interviews? Isn’t it customary to interview with all senior staff?”

He smiles uncomfortably. “Well, the straightforward answer is that I wasn’t officially a senior staff member yet so I technically wasn’t even a qualified interviewer.”

“And the complex answer is?”

Namjoon sucks in a harsh breath. “Mayumi and I were…going through some things at the time. We had a huge fight on your first day. I just–was not in a fit state to do the whole meet and greet–which was not your fault at all,” he clarifies. “A-and–the day that proposal had to be revised–”

“When we couldn’t reach you…”

He nods, “Was the day she walked out on me.”

Your heart hurts for him. “Oh, Namjoon–”

“She said I was bringing my work home too much, not spending enough time with her. The last straw was–” he catches his lips between his teeth to stop himself. “Anyway–that’s all over now. I want to apologize again for letting my personal issues affect our working relationship,” he says regretfully.

“We just got off on the wrong foot, that’s all,” you said simply.

You sat there, quietly gazing at each other. Something shifted in the air between you. He stared back–and it felt as if the last few remnants of the wall that he put up had finally broken down, showing you the real Namjoon that you’d been trying to get to know this whole time. It suddenly felt like a tangible force that sucked the air from your lungs. 

“Sorry–didn’t know anyone was still in here.”

You both jumped, seeing the night porter standing by your door, making her rounds with her cleaning supplies.

“W-we were just finishing up,” you said in a rush. 

“No worries! I’ll work on the other offices down this hallway then come back around,” she smiles then walks over to the office next door.

“I didn’t realize what time it was,” Namjoon says.

“Y-yeah,” you said as you checked your phone. You then get up from your couch, shortly followed by Namjoon. You start to slip your shoes back on. Right foot in, then as you attempt to slide your left foot in, you feel a tingle from the sudden blood-rush through your leg and lose your balance, falling forward towards Namjoon.

“Whoa there,” Namjoon says as he catches you.

You were inappropriately flushed against his chest–his loose tie coupled with the undone top button gives you a glimpse of his collarbone. For some crazy reason, the sight of that small expanse of golden skin made your belly flutter.

You watched his adam's apple bob up and down as he clears his throat. “You’re making a habit out of falling all over me, huh?” You felt his hand tighten his grip around your waist–that flutter, now a full-on swarm.

You scoffed. “Doesn’t seem so bad when you’re always ready to catch me,” you said with a low voice.

A soft laugh rumbles through his chest, making you laugh along with him–breaking the tension.

“That was pretty terrible, huh?”

“It's one of the better comebacks I’ve heard from you,” he says as he releases you. You suddenly felt bereft from the lack of contact.

“We should probably get going before building security kicks us out,” you said.

Namjoon checks his watch. “You know, it’s not that late. Do you want to go and get something to eat?”

After packing up your laptop and picking up your purse, you turn your attention back to him. “Sure, what did you have in mind?”

“Do you want to eat some ramyeon?”

He stared at you with the slightest hint of a smile. You stared right back at him, dumbstruck by his proposition.

Was it a proposition? Your brain was buzzing while you processed it.

“W-what about all that stuff you said about the employee handbook and being careful of whom you fraternize with?”

You swallow hard as he saunters towards you. Your lips parted while your breaths became shallower. You stared up at him while he towered over you. You barely register him raising his hand until his thumb brushes over your lower lip.

“Obviously, I lied.”

You licked your dry lips. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over yours. His lips were surprisingly soft despite his eagerness.

You vaguely register your purse hitting the floor when your hands fly into his hair. You pulled on the strands, directing his mouth to yours while he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking yours. You could feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest while he held you flushed against him, his hand resting on the curve of your hip, grip tightening on reflex.

“Shit, wait–the cleaner–” you breathed out as you abruptly pulled away. Your lips were swollen and raw.

“Uh–my place is just over three blocks away. I’ll call a car,” he says, equally breathless while pulling his phone out.

“What about your bike?”

“I don’t really give a shit about that now. Do you?”

******

“Fuck, Namjoon!”

You arched your body away from his mouth even as you craved more. He was in complete command of you, pinning you at your thighs while he leisurely licked at your core. His velvet tongue strokes over your clit, making you gasp for an orgasm that he so torturously held back from you.

“Aaaahh…please,” you begged hoarsely as you palmed your breasts and pinched your aching nipples.

“Please what?”

“Make me cum, please,” you whined.

“Just a few more minutes,” he says casually as he plunges his tongue back into your folds again.

“Joon–come on,” you tried to pull away from him, pushing your hand between your legs, desperate to get yourself off.

He nipped at your finger playfully, making you flinch as you withdrew it. “I’ll say when.”

“I fucking hate you,” you growled.

He chuckles. “No, you don’t.”

His tongue flickered over your swollen clit, making you press your head against the pillow from the intensity of the buildup. With a gentle suction and a couple hard licks, you writhed as your core tensed violently–finally letting out a high-pitched, drawn out cry.

And Namjoon didn’t stop there. He circled your entrance with the tip of his tongue and lapped at your throbbing bud until you quickened again. Two fingers, pushed inside you–stroking, curving. You were too sensitive, trying to pull away from the onslaught. But he held you firmly in place, wrapping his warm mouth around your clit, giving it another steady, rhythmic suction.

You came again, mouth dry, crying out hoarsely.

He continued to massage your clit with his thumb, circling and flicking it.

“I…it’s too much,” you panted.

“I just want to make sure that you’re ready for me,” he teased.

“Fuck, how much more ready can I be?” you snapped.

He chuckles, clearly pleased with his work. You felt his weight and warmth leave you.

You heard a drawer opening, somewhere in the corner of your dazed state followed by the sound of foil tearing. The mattress dipped as he returned, his hands, gripping the underside of your knees, yanking you to the center of the bed.

He hovered above you, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. He wraps the other around his waist while he balances his weight on his elbow, which was pressed by your side.

You gazed up at him–eyes so dark and dilated, they were black. You knew at that point, you were staring into the eyes of a man who was past the limits of his control. 

Your hands gripped at his biceps, anticipation building.

“Fuck me, Joon,” you begged–hypersensitivity be damned.

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he utters before he sinks his cock into you.

Your mouth was agape while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You felt him enter you inch by delicious inch–you could have sworn you’d just cum again and he hadn’t even started to move.

You gasped. He was hard and so, so deep into you. The connection was…indescribably intense. You’d never felt so taken…possessed.

You clenched around him, relishing the feel of him filling you to the brim.

His hips ground against yours. His entire body steeled, his chest muscles and arms visibly straining as he pulled out to the tip before he slams back into you–hard.

You moaned in pleasure while his chest rumbled with a low growl. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

Tightening his hold on you, he started to fuck you rhythmically, nailing your hips to the mattress with fierce thrusts.

He buried his face in your neck, feeling his hot, steady breaths in your ear. Thrusting harder and faster, gasping heated words that drove you absolutely crazy.

“Do you feel me…I’m gonna cum so hard for you, YN…”

You were so focused on every move, every swivel of his hips, every stroke that had pleasure coursing through your whole body like electricity.

You moaned helplessly, his mouth slanting over yours, capturing it. Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving a small trail of crescent indents on his skin.

Another orgasm brewed within you like a surging storm, everything tightening, clenching, squeezing–you were both drenched in sweat, skin slicked, chests heaving.

He shoves one hand beneath your hip, cupping your ass to lift you to meet his thrusts. His cock stroked your aching center over and over.

“Fuck, Joon–I’m…close…”

So close.

“Right there with you, YN.”

You climaxed in a rush that had you sobbing his name, almost pathetically. His body tenses, shuddering as his own orgasm rips through him.

He collapses on top of you, careful not to put his full weight on you, while you both catch your breaths. You have no idea how long you laid like that. Lips grazing over shoulders, necks–it was soothing and calming.

“You’re going to kill me,” he finally manages with his lips at your jaw.

You chuckled. “I didn’t even do anything. I just laid here.”

He lifted his head, catching a glimpse of his fucked-out state. You instinctively brush his hair away from his drenched forehead. The smile he gives you makes your body tingle.

“Okay, now I’m really hungry though,” he says.

You laughed, hugging him.

He nuzzled your nose. “I’ll order some food on the app–maybe we can do that again?”

Your brows lifted in shock. “You can do that again?”

“With you? All night,” he says as he nips at your jawline.

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Part 1         Part 2         Part 3       part 4         Part 5

[ i know that you guys probably wanted a nice confrontation of Yoongi finding out about his mistake and stuff, but I think it’s an overdone scene, probably something you’re read a lot of times. So , i decided to focus more on the two of them and how they move on. i’m sorry if it’s disappointing in any way. ]

Part 6

“ How is he, these days?” i said awkwardly, watching Namjoon add some sugar to his coffee. He was still dressed in his Hospital scrubs but clearly the cafe served better coffee than what he could get in the hospital so he looked happy enough.

“Y/N, why can you not be a normal bitter ex, spewing curses at the idiot? it should make things easier for everyone.”

“You and i both know Yoongi doesn’t deserve that. You’re his oldest , most trusted friend. Are you honestly telling me yoongi left me because he wanted to? i know him …. i know how he gets, alright? i know that he has a way of blaming himself for everything that goes wrong in the entire universe. All i wasnt is for a chance to get him back.” I said softly. 

Namjoon sighed. 

“i should never have told him about Jiyeon.” He said drily. “ if i hadn’t, he would have returned to you. He thinks he doesn’t deserve you anymore.” 

I hummed.

“Fine. what else can you tell me about him,right now?” 

“there’s nothing much to say. his mother wanted him to marry jiyeon. He refused. She threatened to fire him. He decided he would fire her instead. And now we’re here.” 

“I don’t think-”

“He’ll pull through. Don’t worry about him. “ 

“i know he’ll pull through. He always does. but that’s not what I want to know… Is he happy without me, Namjoon? If you tell me that he’s happy without me, i’ll drop this right now. i’ll stop contacting him, like everyone wants me to.”

“You’re dating Seokjin….”

I flinched. 

“it’s not… It isn’t anything even remotely serious. And that’s something I’ll deal with in my own time and…”

“Hyung think’s Seokjin is better for you than him. He thinks you really love Seokljin.”

the urge to kick Min Yoongi was growing by the minute. 

“He was the one who divorced me…” i hissed angrily.

“i think he regretted it almost immediately.”

“So why one earth didn’t he come back to me, immediately?” 

“You know how he gets…” Namjoon shrugged.

ugh. Yes. I knew how he got. Yoongi wasn’t a fighter. At least not for himself. He would fight death , his own body and everyone in the world to save a life, to do the right thing. But he would never fight for things he wanted for himself. 

in this case, me. 

“I love him. i know all of you think he doesn’t deserve it but i love him. i don’t think i can stop loving him. i already tried. I thought i’d succeeded even. but when i saw him last week… i just… I love Min Yoongi and nothing he does is going to change that.” i said miserably.

Namjoon gave me a sympathetic smile. 

“He’s going to fight you every step of the way.” He said softly. 

I nodded. 

“Not just him. My sister may kill me.” 

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“Tell me you’re joking.” My sister said calmly, watching as i carefully curled my lashes, the mascara dewy and perfect . 

“i’m an adult. I can make my own decision here.” i said with a shrug. 

“clearly not, if said decision involves going back to the man who fucking abandoned you when you needed him the most…”

“No. He didn’t abandon me. He made sure i got moved to my home town, to my mother and my sister who he knew would be able to take care of me.”

i hadn’t told my mother and sister about jiyeon or about what she’d done. it had been hard enough to come to terms with it on my own. They still thought Yoongi had left because he was a bastard. 

only i knew that Yoongi left because he thought that was what i’d want. or so i hoped. A part of me still balked at the idea of him actually not wanting me. But i wouldn’t think about that. 

i probably would have let it go if he hadn’t sent me those damn messages, i thought bleakly. 

They were yoongi’s version of a cry for help. I could hardly, in good conscience , ignore him. 

“ you’re insane.” My sister said, sounding defeated and I smiled.

“And you’re the best sister i could have evr had, unnie. but this time, i need to do this for myself.” 

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“i’m going to kill someone.” i said through gritted teeth and Seokjin sighed.

“Please don’t. “

“they’re maligning him! They’re belittling everything he’s done.. they can’t just…”

“they’re reporters. Journalists. And they’re doing their job. Yoongi’s decision to pull out from his parents’ partnership is going to affect a lot of people.”

“But can’t they be civil about it…?!” i said miserably, staring up at the huge raised podium where Yoongi sat behind a table calmly addressing increasingly ridiculous question, each one shaped to sound like a backhanded insult. 

“Dr. Min, do you think innocent children should bear the brunt of your own personal tantrums with your parents?” one of the women said and i clenched my fists. 

“I’m sorry. The whole point of this conference is to make sure that doesn’t happen. i’m hoping that generous contributors will come forward to support the Hospital and it’s cause, so that children will not be affected by this.” Yoongi said softly, voice low and even . He was dressed in a white button down and a black jacket. Blue jeans , faded and worn and playful black sneakers made him look so much younger than his thirty years. i wanted to hug him so badly that i had to physically grip the chair and stop myself from launching myself at him. 

How he hated being in the spotlight. He hated socializing. Hated being interviewed. and yet here was , doing all of that. getting his very credibility torn down because of his vile, disgusting mother. 

“Is it true your wife divorced you because you couldn’t save your own child?” 

i froze in place. 

So did Yoongi. i saw the blood drain out of his face , leaving his pale as a parchment and I felt my own heart throb with disbelief and sheer unadulterated agony at how callously the woman said those words. 

“i… I’m not perfect, of course. i have lost patients before and yes, the loss of my own child was… difficult. i do take full responsibility for it. I hope she’ll forgive me for it and….”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” I shouted, amazed that he wasn’t just shooting that woman down instead of actually apologizing…. 

“What..? Y/N?”

i couldn’t stop myself as I pushed my way past the other reporters, reaching the woman who had just opened her mouth ans said those words to him. 

“How many dying kids have you saved, Ms.. “ i glanced at her name tag .” Lee?” 

She blinked, looking shocked. 

“How many families have you offered free healthcare too. Hell, how many dollars of your money have you spent on charities that support kids? and yet,. here you stand accusing my husband of being a murderer, when in fact, you and your kind , spreading such filthy lies about this good man are indirectly contributing to the death of hundreds and thousands of children, right this minute! “ I snarled. 

She just stared at me, gaping and i felt a hand on my wrist yanking me hard and i turned around to see Yoongi.

“what the fuck are you doing here, Y/n?” He hissed and i glared at him. 

“standing up for you! the way you should be !!!  you don’t have to grovel in front of these idiots!!  Yoongi,  you’re a world class surgeon who has saved countless lives and these filthy mongrels are nothing but vermin at the bottle of a barrel. Tell me Miss Lee, how much did my mother in law pay you to spew such vile things about my husband?” 

“okay! that’s enough.. We’re leaving..” yoongi yanked on my arm and i glared at him but he wouldn’t let go.

“Come with me, you stupid woman. NOW!!” 

I let myself get dragged out of the place , aware of the flashing cameras and the furiously scribbling pens. 

i’d probably made everything worse but I wouldn’t regret it.

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“You’re taking sleeping pills again? Why?” i said curiously, staring at the inside of his bedroom cabinet, while Yoongi stood awkwardly to the side. He was dressed in the white shirt and jeans having tossed his jacket , hair left in messy disarray, the gray tinged strands falling into his eyes and his skin pale underneath the garish white light. 

“Y/N…”

“whatever that woman said was nonsense, okay? it shouldn’t even be a question at this point but i’m telling you anyway. You’re not the one who’s to be blamed. i just…”

“Why are you here, Y/N?” He said tiredly, watching as i grabbed the last bottle of pills and peered at the label. 

“I already spoke to my agents. I’ve turned my exhibit into an auction. All the proceeds will go to your hospital. i don’t know if it will be a lot.. but i think it could really help. “ i said hastily.

yoongi stared at me. 

“What are you trying to do?” He said softly. 

“Just making sure i don’t misread a label and take the wrong pill. Like i did before.” i said softly.

He went very still next to me and i sighed. 

“Yoongi about what happened… jiyeon told me all about it. I don’t blame you for doing what you did…” i said softly and Yoongi shook his head. moving a bit away.

“it was all my fault… i … i let her do that to you..” He said , voice cracking. 

 Jiyeon had been cruel, malicious but she had also had a conscience. But she had helped me understand that yoongi hadn’t left me because of the abortion. A part of me had wanted to take the first flight out to the UK just to explain what had happened to my oblivious, impulsive ex husband but i had held back, opting to tell Namjoon about it. i’d asked him to be discreet about it. 

and Namjoon had told Yoongi about it.

And then I’d waited for a year, waiting for yoongi to come to his senses and to come back. 

Except he never did. 

“i’m going to get her medical license cancelled.  I.. I know i should have guessed it earlier , i just never imagined she would.. do something so vile and disgusting. I wanted to kill her… i still do.. She doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.. She… ”

i moved to touch him but he looked stricken and i stopped, clenching my fingers in embarrassment. 

“Yoongi stop. it’s over. it was a long time ago. she apologized to me.” I said, recalling the absolute nightmare of a confession that I’d been treated to, right after I’d signed the divorce papers. 

“Apologized?!!” Yoongi shouted and i flinched. “ how could a fucking apology ever make up for what she did to us… She destroyed us.. She..”

“She did no such thing. If we really were good for each other we would have come out stronger , not fizzled and died!” i snapped , impatiently. He hesitated, looking torn and so guilty that i bit my lips.

“Yoongi, i know that we both screwed up. i wasn’t innocent either. i never saw that child as a …. child. i thought it would be a way to keep you with me… like a handcuff or soemthing. I was guilty of that… i didn’t even get that tests till i was nearly three months pregnant…. I was reckless… I…”

“You just trusted her! She was the one who should have had a bloody heart.. She killed our baby….!” He said brokenly and I felt my throat go dry. 

i opened my mouth to protest, but he wasn’t done.

“but more importantly, she nearly killed you..!! “ He took a deep breath. “ i never hated myself more, than when i saw you lying there on my operation table, fighting for your life because of how neglectful I’d been.”

“i’m fine. I’m here.” I said stupidly.

“it wasn’t even about the baby, Y/N… We could have had another one. You almost died! what if i lost you on that table?! I would have followed you right away…”

“Stop! oh my God.. Don’t even joke about something like that…!”

“You think I’m joking? You think i wouldn’t have done it? You think i wouldn;t have died for you? You don’t think i still would?! You’re.. You’re the most… fuck.. Yo’re the only one who matters… it’s always been you…”

I stared at him. 

“Don’t stay stuff like that, if you don’t mean it.” i said softly. 

“I… i mean it. Of course I do… I can’t even apologize because i don’t deserve your forgiveness…. “ 

I was so  sick  of that phrase. 

“Are you going to apologize, anyway?” I said stiltedly. 

“i don’t think i could ever dare to apologize. Not after what i did… I should have been there .. I should have helped you and…”

“Well, how can i forgive you if you can’t even apologize?” I said casually. 

Yoongi stopped short.

“What?”

“i forgive you. I do… You’re here and i just want to be with y-”

“No. Stop. Don’t! don’t finish that sentence! You don’t know what you’re asking for!. ” He said desperately and I reached out for him but he stepped back hastily.

“Yoongi…”

“you should leave…” 

And there he was, pushing me away, all over again. Why was it so damn hard to love this man.!! What kind of sins had my past self committed to be stuck with this man?!

“i’m not leaving. Why should i… You just said that you care about me… You fucked up, yes. You hurt me. you can spend the rest of your life making it up to me but make no mistake, you  are  spending the rest of your life with me. i refuse to settle for anything else, after all the crap you put me through,. “ 

Yoongi continued to stare at me. 

“i’ll hurt you.” He whispered. 

i felt relief flood through me. He was caving. I knew it. 

“i know.” I said softly, stepping closer and lightly grabbing his hand, taking it up to my waist. His arms curled around my body and i felt my bones turn to ash in sheer want. 

“I’m not… I’m such a shitty husband… I’ll probably hurt you in so many ways and…”

“just kiss me.” 

“Y/N.. i don’t deserve you.” He said softly.

“No. but you have me. And i’m not leaving. ” 

i moved forward, capturing his lips with mine.

Author’s note : there will be one more part , just to tie things up nicely. Do you guys want some smut?. kekeke... 

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Open the eyes ( of my heart) ( Min Yoongi / Oc.

Au : Yoongi marries his brothers fiance when his brother makes a better match. He thinks Y/N is still in love with his brother .

this was for the anon who wanted me to write a fluffy Yoongi… 

Rating : M for now. 

I know, i know i shouldn’t be starting another fic but this one just wrote itself.?? 

Prologue : 

Yoongi  watched her covertly, the slender frame draped in ivory silk and lace, her hair braided with tiny white flowers that looked like miniature stars in her ebony hair. She was smiling for everyone’s benefit, but he’d spent a long time memorizing those features. He could pick out the slight tilt in her smile, the little sheen of unshed tears and the nervous way she clutched her wedding gown. It made him angry and helpless , the evidence of how much she did not want to be here . With him. 

Her mother stood near a pillar, looking a little out of place and nervous in the gathering of the most rich and famous people in Korea.He smiled softly and moved towards her, confident of being accepted by the kind woman who pretty much personified his idea of perfect mothers. True to form , she smiled wide and held out a hand, pointing softly at the path leading to the gardens. He nodded , even though he was technically running out of his own wedding. Taking her arm in his, he led her to the enclosed lawn, leading her to one of the gazebos. 

“Your daughter is so beautiful. I’m lucky to marry her.” He said honestly, bending to fit his his tall frame under the awning. She smiled and fumbled with the small purse in her hand, pulling out a small notepad and pen.Yoongi watched her scribble into the white surface and read it carefully when she held it out. 

She is the lucky one.

He laughed out loud.

“You may be the first mother in law , in history to ever say that.” He said , reaching out to squeeze her hand. She stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking at him with searching brown eyes. He watched the way her feelings played out in her eyes and realized that this was why Y/N was so easy to read. She had been brought up by this incredible , loving giving woman, who wore her heart on her sleeve and the trait had transferred on to her. She could never be untrue to what she truly felt. Which made the whole marriage ahead of him, that much harder. He was abysmal at doing things right and now that some odd twist of fate was offering him a second chance with her, he did not want to screw it up.

She’s not happy.

“I love your daughter very much.I’m sorry things worked out this way , but you must believe I did everything I could to set things right.” He said,  feeling oddly defensive. She bowed her head in response.

She is very fond of you. Old friends are old friends. 

Yes, Friends. That magical word. He didn’t do friends. Especially not with girls who set his nerves on fire. Friendships made you liable. And he’d learned the hard way that liabilities pretty much had a way of teaming together and kicking your ass when you least expected it. Case in point, his forced marriage to  Y/N. 

“She’s kind. Kind enough not to kill me on our wedding night maybe. But I’m not putting my hopes up. She does love someone else after all. ” He said, only marginally kidding. Even though technically it wasn’t his fault that they were in this situation, he doubted if Y/N would see it that way. And he couldn’t really blame her.

You believe she loves your brother. 

The words, on paper had a sort of ringing finality to them, making it difficult for him to breathe. He didn’t want to see those words written down. Definitely not on his wedding day. He moved to leave but her slender fingers closed on his wrist, tugging insistently. He turned around and blinked.

Don’t give up on her. 

That made him smile mirthlessly.

He thought of the ceremony he’d just attended, of the gifts and overflowing wine . The deals that had been signed, the shares that had changed hands and the entire Korean economy that had taken a turn with it. Not to mention the lives that were hanging on the hinge of this marriage. 

Giving up wasn’t really an option. 

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“The moon looks lovely tonight." 

He blinked at the sound of her voice, momentarily unsure ,  if he was imagining it. He clearly hadn’t expected me to come looking for him. Certainly not to the balcony of our wedding night suite. He had discreetly informed his assistant to prepare a separate room for me in the opposite wing. He’s also asked a reluctant hoseok to pass on the information to Y/N. 

Yet, here she was, dressed in a laughable excuse for a gown, with more lace and ribbons than he’d care to untie. Not that he was thinking of untying them. Of Course. 

"Did you have trouble finding your room? I can ask someone to take you-”

“I wanted to give you something.” She said, hesitating a bit to come closer. He found it oddly endearing , helping her out by shrugging out of his suit jacket and handing it to her. She shook her head and hugged her arms across herself instead. 

“Could you.. could you come inside?”

Curious , he followed her into the suite, noting the way she discreetly led him away from the bedroom and near the sitting room. She chose a single arm chair and settled down, still looking like a startled rabbit. He took pity on her and sat a good ten feet away. 

“This is something that’s been in my family for several generations.” She said softly, fumbling with the small pocket in her gown and withdrawing a velvet covered ring box. He blinked in disbelief. 

“Wait, is that…”

“Its an infinity ring. It belonged to my great great grandmother and well, she got it from a young boy she fell in love with when she was a little girl.”

“Not your great great grandfather?”

“Not my great great grandfather. She carried it till the day she died, wearing it in a little necklace . ” She fumbled again and this time drew out a platinum chain with a small catch.

“I don’t think…”

“I want you to have it , because of two reasons. One, You are my husband and I meant those vows I said out there. I cannot promise you love Yoongi, but I will be faithful, loyal and I will respect you. I’ll be your friend. Two, I want you to look at this ring everytime you get tempted to do something that may jeapordize our …friendship. I married you because I had to. But that doesn’t mean I won’t leave you when I want to.” She said firmly.

He blinked at the words .

“Wow, an ultimatum. You know, all I heard in that speech is that you don’t want to leave me, now.” He grinned.

She didn’t smile back.

Sighing, he held out a hand, watching the ring catch the light as she dropped it into his palm. He took it and slipped it into his pant pocket , waching as she moved to leave. Near the door, she paused to turn and look at him.    

“So friends?” She asked, smiling lightly.

“Of Course. Old friends are old friends..” He said , enjoying the way the light set her hair glowing.

chapter one : 

Tiger Lilies stand for Pride and Wealth. The one’s born with the pleasure of power in their hands, but bear the weight of the crown on their heads.

I woke up sweating, icy fingers squeezing my throat and my tongue as dry as sandpaper. Water. I needed water. There was a cut glass decanter of it, next to my bedside table and I poured myself a glass, taking a generous sip and trying to remember what had made my return to consciousness so suddenly. What had I been dreaming about? 

The answer came to me in disjointed images .

Yunsu.

Yoongi.

my mother.

my sister.

Shaking my head to clear the haze and taking another quick gulp of the cool water , I swung my legs off the bed, rising up to stand in the middle of the room. The air was stifling, I realized , although it was almost mid winter. Stifling but cold , and I felt myself shiver as an errant breeze swept past me, courtesy the window that had somehow slid open during the night. Moving to the window, I hesitated, staring out into the darkness. my room overlooked the river and even in the darkness the steady ebb and flow of the water was clearly visible. Each gentle wave caught some invisible source of light and twinkled merrily .

It was calming, watching the water but it also left my mind free to ponder about things that I didn’t really want to think about . Not yet. Maybe it wasn’t healthy to stifle down painful emotions but the thought of confronting all the pain, disappointment and hurt that was simmering just below the surface of my heart, was nothing short of terrifying. I didn’t want to be the girl who suffered a nervous break-down on the night of her marriage. I really didn’t. Turning away from the window, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror near the dresser and I sighed. 

I had lost a lot of weight in the two or three weeks leading up to my wedding and despite the endless spa appointments and massages and treatments, the gauntness in my face was clear to see. my cheeks were thinner, the area around my eyes looked a little grayish and the pallor of my skin looked decidedly unhealthy. Only my hair had somehow stayed unaffected, looking glossy and healthy with a extra bounce and shine. The tips fell past my back now, almost touching my waistline. I had never been fond of over long hair but I liked this new look. It was so easy to hide behind long hair. 

Despite myself I felt myself remembering the day everything had changed.

 I had been so eager to get my hair styled for the press conference. The one that would announce me as Yunsu ’s future bride. What had happened that day, I thought wildly…Everything had been going so smoothly….. And then …

“You’re awake?" 

the voice jolted me out of my thoughts and I took two steps back, fingers moving to my mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to burst out of me. Yoongi stood at the door, his lean frame effectively filling the entire doorframe. 

"I… What are you doing here?” I blinked at him. To my discomfort, he stepped in, lightly closing the door behind himself. I stared at him beseechingly , not entirely sure I wanted to know what he was up to.

“Don’t be upset. I just got news that some paparazzi might still be in the building and well, it would be bad news if they caught us coming out of opposite ends of the hotel after our wedding night. I’ll sleep on the couch, so you needn’t worry.” He said casually, already moving to the small couch in the corner of the suite. I could only stare in disbelief. 

“Paparazzi? If they’re in the hotel, why aren’t you kicking them out?” I said , confused. 

“Well, it’s a little past one in the morning, honey. I don’t think it would be fair to the other guests if I went around demanding to check all the rooms . ” He said it with an amused tint to his tone. I flushed and looked away. I wasn’t even sure how I felt about this. I knew my mind wanted to feel furious  but I was too exhausted to feel anything but tired. 

As I stood there, uncertain what to do, I noticed that he was twice as long as the couch and it made me want to laugh. Shaking my head , I walked over to him and lightly prodded his shoulders. He peered over his comforter .

“You can sleep in the bed with me. It’s big enough for both of us.” I said calmly. It was true. I didn’t feel anything for him other than than friendly affection and I certainly didn’t want him to sleep on that minuscule couch when he was technically the owner of the entire building. 

To my surprise he gave me a heart stopping grin, before jumping up and walking over to the bed in two long strides. Before I could say another word he had settled in, pulled the blanket over himself and turned away from me. I glanced at his back, noting the lean lines and realized that I wasn’t the only one who had lost weight. Yoongi looked thin as well, his lean waist and broad shoulders offsetting the stark pallor of his face .

Smiling despite myself, I slid into the opposite side of my bed. I didn’t really blame him for all the things that had happened. Not really. Of course, he could’ve stopped the marriage if he wanted to but I knew, deep down that it didn’t work that way in real life. Cinderella stories were all good in books and dramas but in real life people had a way of choosing the easy way out. Not that I thought Yunsu had chosen the easy way out by marrying someone else but…. 

Sighing I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I didn’t want to spend another sleepless night going over the same things over and over again.

I had married Yoongi.

By choice.

Even though his father had given my father an ultimatum about it, deep down I knew I would have agreed anyway.

I had felt…something for Yoongi, watching him struggling to get his feet back on the ground after the accident and knowing that I could help him out , I had made the decision. I had told myself a billion times that I wouldn’t regret it. That I would do my best to make it work, because…well because Yoongi deserved it. 

We may not love each other but there was no reason we shouldn’t have a civil marriage , based on friendship and mutual respect. 

And a small part of me had wanted to get back at Yunsu as well. 

I turned away to the wall, staring sightlessly at the paintings on the wall, feeling the first gentle tug of sleep on my senses when his smooth, deep voice came drifting over. 

“Do you hate me , Y/N?” he asked, gently. 

The words felt like a dousing of cold water and I felt chilled to my bones. Hate was such a strong and evil thing to feel and I realized with a shock that I felt stupidly, ridiculously hurt that he would think me capable of something like that. 

“Why would you think that? I’ve done nothing but agree to all your requests” my voice trembled a little. 

“That’s precisely why I’m asking.” He replied .

I bit my lips , not sure what to say and finally gave up trying to do the right thing. 

“I’m not happy.” I admitted weakly. 

Silence greeted my words and another cold breeze picked up somewhere. I hugged myself tighter and waited for him to reply. The silence felt oddly suffocating and I felt like a drowning child. So I rushed to fill the air.

“I’m not an idiot, you know. I know that fairytales don’t exist in real life. I know its irrational for me to think that Yunsu could just throw it all away for me. And i certainly don’t stay up nights wishing he had fought for me a little harder..” The words caught in my throat and I swallowed the sob that rose inside my.

I couldn’t cry! Not in front of him. 

“Is that how you see yourself?” He said softly. 

“Don’t you?” I said helplessly. I was so tired and so exhausted. I wanted to sleep and never wake up. 

Again the silence , hard and cold. 

and then I went stiff as a board when I felt his arm around me, pulling me close till I was nestled against his chest, warmth radiating from every inch of him as his jaw rested against the side of my head.

“When I look at you I see a girl who has hair like silk, that tumbles down my back in ways that defy all laws of nature. I only see that warm glow on your face, the way it seems to reflect all the warmth and kindness inside you. when I look at you, sometimes , I’m practically consumed by the savage, mindless, visceral yearning. It makes me want to draw you close and do something positively savage to you.” His hot breath brushed my ear and I knew I’d skipped a couple of heartbeats. 

But he wasn’t finished. 

“I admire your fierce loyalty to your mom and sister and your brave resourceful spirit. I’m driven wild, knowing that somewhere inside you is some untapped well of passion and heat and desire that no one has touched yet. And i want it. Desperately. Like a man dying of thirst needs water. And I want it all for myself. ” He said, brushing his lips across my bow. 

Before I could reply, he moved away from me, getting out of bed in one strong movement. 

“This isn’t going to work. I’ll take the couch in the sitting room." 

And he went out of the room, lightly closing the door behind him. 

"These are too much!” I protested, wide eyed and shocked at the number of dresses littering the couch in front of me. Shades of blue, green and yellow lay scattered all over , their patterns muted and depressing. 

“ You’re not a nobody. you’re the wife of a successful, wealthy businessman. Your duty to your husband extends to your wardrobe. When you appear in public, embarrassing Yoongi shouldn’t be an option.” Mrs. Min said in a matter-of-fact tone. I struggled not to take offense. I knew that the lady was just being honest. 

Next to  her,  Yoongi’s sister, Yoojin looked bored and impatient. My sister glanced at both the ladies and suddenly grabbed my arm. 

“Mrs . Min can we please continue after lunch?” she said brusquely, ignoring the older lady’s protests and grabbing my wrist in a painful grip. i barely bowed before being dragged out of the shop while an angry Mrs. Lee called out after us. 

My sister stopped near a small icecream parlor before releasing me.

“what are you doing? " 

"There’s something I need to ask you.” she said eagerly.

i blinked.

“ Do you intend to stay married to Yoongi  forever? Have you forgotten Yunsu.” she said urgently. I moved back and glared at her.

“I don’t see how you could think something like that!! ” I said seriously. 

“ Yunsu is thinking of dissolving his marriage." 

Ringing silence met her words and I felt the world tilt on its axis.

"what?” I whispered.

“I wasn’t planning on telling this to you. I care for Yunsu and You. And ultimately i do believe that you and Yunsu have something…special. I wouldn’t want you guys  to live a miserable life because of the people around you."she said bitterly. 

"You think I can get out of this marriage?” I shook my head . It made no sense to me. 

“I think you’re both idiots who believe in doing the right thing even if it means crushing your own dreams. I don’t find your actions heroic. If you love someone, if being with someone makes you happy, you should be with them. Yunsu’s wife makes even Mrs. Min look like a Disney princess by comparison and I’m not saying it will be easy. But you need to think about this. If you are willing to put everything on the line for Yunsu. think about it.”

I made to move away but Eun Sang quickly grabbed my wrist. 

“What are you talking about? You sound insane. I’m married and Yunsu’s married.. what could possibly change?” I said, confused. And hopeful. The thought of being with yunsu made me giddy with relief for so many reasons. Yunsu was so familiar, so sweet and so good to me. 

So unlike Yoongi who made my breath stop and my heart pound. 

“He wanted me to tell you he’s working on a plan. ” she muttered , reluctantly. 

“Did he say he wanted to meet me?” I said urgently. 

Bona looked thoughtful and then shook her head.

“not now. Next week, there’s a charity Gala for my mother’s NGO. I think Yunsuand his wife will visit then. Just make sure you accompany Yoongi when he comes. I’ll find a way to make you two meet. ”

“Next week?" 

"Next Week.”

Guilt washed over me as I accepted the rest of the shopping, trying on outfits and even picking one out for the supposed Gala. I couldn’t help but feel that Yoongi would be crushed if he found out my reason for wanting to attend. But I knew that it was immaterial.Yoongi knew about me and Yunsu. He may be infatuated with me now, but he deserved to be married to a girl who could return his love.

Not a girl who loved someone else. 

So really I was doing him a favor. 

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▨ Hands-On Learning ▨

•Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Friends-to-Lovers  • College (Grad School) AU

Summary: You have - most inconveniently - become obsessed with your dissertation partner’s hands. In an effort to relieve some stress about it, you begin sending texts to your best friend detailing - explicitly - what you want those hands to do to you.

Perhaps you should have checked the number a bit more carefully.

Word Count: 5300

Rating and Warnings: (Explicit/18+) for mature themes, innuendo, and explicit sexual content • unprotected sex • nipple play • use of restraints • there are mirrors • tit slapping…Um. Let me know if I miss something?

Author’s Note: I wrote this in response to my FIRST EVER nsfw prompt which was simply “Jungkook’s hands.” I hope you like it, Anon! 

At one point the reader mentions “Fort Knox” which is one of the most secure facilities in the USA.

This is bad. 

“Do you think she’ll actually go through and count all of our sources-”

This is really bad. 

“I only have seventeen, but I looked over documents from the medieval period-”

His fingers plowed through those long chocolate locks in frustration and your eyes literally crossed. 

This is nuclear winter bad. 

“- not many people have written about this specific style of iconography and the last scholar to contribute meaningfully to the field-”

Jungkook absently reached for his pencil and your pulse scattered in panic. 

No. Dear sweet heaven please not the pencil - 

He twirled it deftly over his knuckles, flicking his wrist casually so it cracked with a sharp little pop. 

You clenched. Hard. 

“WATER!”

Papers slid in all directions as you abruptly shot out of your seat. Jungkook’s startled gaze darted up to yours. 

“A-…are you ok?”

“Yes. Uh yeah. I’m just…thirsty.”

These were the truest words you had ever spoken. 

Your sweet, kind, doe-eyed project partner smiled, blissfully unaware of all the ways you were defiling him in your head. 

“Kitchen is right around the corner. Help yourself.”

“Mmmhmm,” you squeaked. 

A few moments later - in the relative privacy of Jeon Jungkook’s kitchen, you pressed your forehead against his fancy steel fridge and groaned. 

Woman, you’re a disgrace.

It wasn’t always like this.  You can still remember a time (3 weeks ago) when you were a normal person and not one good knuckle crack away from being an exhibitionist. 

School had been a priority for years. You came from a modest family with a modest income, and that meant you needed to work for every opportunity - academically and financially. 

So you did. 

You worked all the way through undergrad and the first year of a Master’s degree in Museum Studies with few breaks and even fewer encounters with the opposite sex. 

And you were fine with that. You had goals - dreams. Sure, you were a tad lonely and routinely stressed, but your friends were amazing and you found yourself oddly …

Content. 

Until Jeon Jungkook wrapped his glorious hands around the proverbial rug and yanked it right out from under you. 

At first glance, he posed no true threat. Yes he was gorgeous (you were not legally blind), and well-built, and overwhelmingly polite, but you were no untried novice. If Calculus 211 with Park Jimin hadn’t broken you, then nothing would. 

Or so you thought. 

Maybe it was his habit of wearing baggy sleeves that hung loosely over his limbs till only the barest hint of fingertips were visible, but your initial impression of the newest addition to your graduate cohort was unmemorable. Your seasoned brain automatically filtered out anything about him that could be a distraction and then blissfully went about its business… totally unaware that there was a torpedo in the water. 

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can you req us your favourite jjk fics? Thank you Lunar.

Oooh my fav? Well there’s so many that I read recently, I’m not sure which ones are my fav so imma just recc whatever comes to my mind first.

Candy cane ache (teaser) by @monvante

summary: saving your absolute nightmare of a boss from deportation in exchange for a big promotion would be much easier if you didn’t have to marry him. forcing two people who hate each other to sign a legal contract where they need to pretend otherwise? recipe for disaster.

—♡—

Not yet by @bratkook

summary. jungkook feels the pang of guilt in his gut when you spot your recent ex out with his new girl, and what better way to make the jerk hurt than to have him believe you were now dating him, the neighbor he had been insecure about your whole relationship

—♡—

Born sinner by @1kook

summary; Jungkook hates you, hates how much he likes you even after you draw him away from his Lord.

—♡—

Company policy by @kingsuckjin

Summary: Eight months. Eight months you have regretted breaking off being fuck buddies with your hot coworker. You were so afraid of being caught with him but now that you’ve had time to think, would it really be so bad as long as you could have him all to yourself again? Does he even like you anymore? Has he moved on? All you know is it’s been eight months since you’ve had sex, he’s been all you could think about. Now he’s looking pretty hot at this office party.

—♡—

Golden by @/kingsuckjin

Summary: After seeing your boyfriend Jin cheating on you at a bar and realizing your shared friends have been working together to hide it from you, you storm off into the parking lot to cry. Jungkook sees you out there and tells you the truth about everything, or what he wants you to believe is the truth.

—♡—

Ungodly beasts by @/kingsuckjin

Synopsis: You were sure about this, sure enough to summon Satan himself. A baby all of your own was all you had ever wanted, it was all you had ever dreamed of, it was the only thing your life was lacking. But what price would you have to pay for it? You thought in the beginning that there was nothing you wouldn’t do to have your wish granted, well…

—♡—

Crinkle by @worldwidebt7

summary: You find yourself adopting a lonesome-looking bunny after hearing about him from a friend who recently adopted her own hybrid. The minute you looked at his big doe eyes, it was all over…

—♡—

Your eyes tell by @njkbangtan

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

—♡—

Damn the delivery boy by @deerguk

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is a computer science major working as a pizza delivery boy, and you are an uninspired published author who has just started an art degree. When you realise that the delivery boy is your old high school crush, he keeps coming back, but with more to offer than just puff pastry and vegetarian supreme. Though little did he know that he would end up giving you something much more that flips both of your worlds completely upside down in the form of two blue lines and nine months.

—♡—

Changes in between (teaser) by @taegularities

Summary: “Does that mean that I can kiss you now?”

Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook suddenly is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

—♡—

All over you by @zibermuda

summary - you don’t usually go for the quiet, nerdy type, but Jungkook’s by far the best looking guy in your year. You just can’t help yourself. You have to have him. Small hiccup; he hates you.

—♡—

I love you too by @smileyoongle

Summary: You don’t want to love again, thanks to Kim Taehyung and your best friend���s little secrets but Jungkook doesn’t want to give you up. Not when you always deny the three words he keeps telling you.

—♡—

Written on the sky by @inktae

seeking a friend for the end of the world

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thou shall not steal | ,

The richest mafia lord in the industry throws a huge yet twisted deal before he retires and every gang out there wants to get their hands on his riches.

Off to give the godfather the heir he asks for, the Seven Deadly Sins choose you as their woman.

What are the odds? You, who so happens to be a spy—working against them.

⇢ Pairing: BTS x reader (OT7)

⇢ Genre: mafia!au, spy!au, action, smut, romance, humor, enemies-to-lovers

⇢ Word Count: 9.6K

⌦ Warnings: betrayal, desperation, yandere-ish, mentions of death and rape and violence, revenge, ANGST

⌦ A/N: Again, this has been the longest hiatus of mine, beating the last one. Apologies for the long wait but I had to go on a vacation and meet with friends and catch up. Also, I’ve been working on other fics and been enjoying reading mangas more than writing these days. I know this won’t be a happy sinday, but still … hope you like this update. 

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Void - Part 7 (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 10.9k

Part 7 / ?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol masturbation, voyeurism, more non-monogamy

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Rebels of the Night Pt. 8 | Werewolf!Namjoon x Vampire!Reader

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Pairing: Werewolf!Namjoon x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: 18+

Genre: enemies to lovers werewolf/vampire au

Warnings: some fluff, blood drinking, a bit of angst

Summary: Y/N was a vampire - and knew, like any other vampire, that werewolves were the enemy. The elders had taught her, and the elders were always right. When her brother Magnus goes into the woods alone, she follows him, only to find out that he is secretly in a relationship with a werewolf. To keep her from ratting him out, Magnus awakens her ambitious side. Then when she meets the future alpha, Namjoon, everything changes. Not only for her, but for him as well - because Y/N is his destined mate. But can this kind of relationship even exist between two different creatures of the night?

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"We've been walking for a whole day now. One day, Namjoon," Y/N groaned, the exhaustion hard to miss in her voice. Those were the first words she said for hours. After they left the motel, Namjoon had set a brisk pace, too worried about their possible pursuers. They were still at least a few hours away from the Canadian border on foot, and the fact that they were walking through the dense forest to top it all didn't make the journey any more pleasant.

Namjoon kept walking a few steps ahead but stopped in his tracks, feeling the fatigue in Y/N's bones – aren't vampires supposed to be fitter? Was she doing this on purpose? He turned to her.

"We're just about near Oroville. It's at least another twelve hours from there; probably longer with your walking speed," Namjoon replied annoyed, suppressing an eye roll.

Y/N didn't miss his annoyed mood – thanks to their conversation at the motel and her lessening hostility, she only sensed his feelings all the more. She cursed at herself internally for giving in to the werewolf so quickly. Narrowing her eyes, she looked at Namjoon, who by now had his arms crossed and was waiting for a reaction from her. Y/N just had absolutely no desire for further discussion, because it had been going on like this all day and she was starting to run out of energy for it. In general, she had hardly any energy left – she was thirsty, but unfortunately not for water.

However, she would never admit to Namjoon that she needed blood; after all, what was he supposed to do? Hana's blood supply had burned down along with his Ford Mustang, they were miles away from the nearest town, and there were no pathetic hikers far and wide in the woods they roamed. Whereas she would have been reluctant to consider the latter anyway; drinking fresh blood directly from the host was just disgusting in her opinion. Especially when the host was not necessarily the most well-groomed person. She had experienced it all before, and unlike Magnus, who had no problems with it, she was less hardened. Ever since she was a vampire, she preferred other ways to drink blood – and only in very exceptional cases did she drink directly from a human or human-like in the old-fashioned way. Her thoughts drifted; the weakness that came along with blood thirst slowly but surely made itself present.

Y/N wanted to walk past Namjoon and not go further into the discussion, but he held her back by her upper arm.

"Hey, what's wrong?" His gaze sought hers, concern lingering his voice.

"Nothing," Y/N evaded him and looked past him.

Namjoon growled, causing Y/N to wince a bit. "Don't lie to me," he hissed through his teeth before grabbing her chin harshly with his other hand and turning her face towards him, his eyes gleaming yellowish.

"Namjoon, you're hurting me," she whispered, and at first, she thought he wasn't responding but, in the end, he let go of her and shook his head.

"I'm sorry. It's just ... full moon is soon." Namjoon scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Ah... then I guess we should hurry up a bit. I'm not keen on seeing you out of control," Y/N nodded.

"It's not me you have to worry about," Namjoon muttered to himself before leading the way again.

The full moon would be in exactly two days, and not just any full moon – it was a blood moon. The original schedule would have already put Y/N out of danger again before he inevitably turned and no longer knew who he was. Namjoon would have sent her home alone after performing the ritual, since she wouldn't be his concern from that point on anyway. But with all the complications that had arisen on their journey so far, they would be in the midst of dozens of werewolves right at the Blood Moon. The thought of it made him queasy, and the discomfort of his mate was also giving him more and more headaches. Why did she also look so different? Her eye color ... suddenly realization hit Namjoon like a train – her eyes were almost green, her human eye color. They had no blood with them, and she was thirsty. Of course she was, they've been on the road for over two days already.

Namjoon turned again and Y/N almost ran into him had he not intercepted her first with both hands on her elbows. His worried gaze searched her face. He sighed before speaking: "If you ... if you're thirsty, you can have some of mine."

Y/N blinked at him in irritation, trying to process his words. "Um, you do realize what you're suggesting, right?"

His head tilted slightly to the side as a lopsided grin appeared on his face. "Yup," he replied letting the P pop.

"I don't think you fully realize the extent of it, Namjoon. Besides, I hate drinking from anyone, so no," Y/N shook her head vigorously, her nose slightly wrinkled at the thought that was extremely disgusting to her.

"I don't think you have the luxury of deciding how to get blood right now. So how do you want to do it?" Namjoon just wouldn't let up, which made Y/N groan in annoyance. Sure, he was right: she was really starting to need her blood supply, otherwise she wouldn't be walking anywhere in a few hours.

Y/N looked around the forest nervously, as if someone could see them, but they were too deep into the woods, so she nodded for Namjoon to put his head to the side a bit so she could have easier access to his neck.

"Just don't suck me dry, sweetheart," he whispered with a chuckle, eliciting a roll of Y/N's eyes.

Slowly, she stood on her tiptoes, bent over to Namjoon's jugular, and paused. The thought that she was about to drink directly from him made her shudder. I'm probably the most pathetic vampire ever, Y/N thought, before, after much hesitation, she extended her fangs and sank them into the werewolf's neck.

Namjoon gasped the moment he felt her teeth sink into his neck, his hold on her tightening as she was pulling him closer to her petite figure. He had to admit, it didn't feel like anything he had imagined it would be like – it was a weird mix of feeling dizzy and high at the same time.

Her bite became firmer, and even though Namjoon was slowly but surely losing his mind, his hand went into her hair to pull Y/N away from him. However, that only made her suck the blood out of him even harder, and Namjoon tried with more force to get the vampire off of him. "Y/N, that's enough," he whispered dazedly, and just when he thought she wouldn't stop, she let go of him with a jerk.

Y/N breathed heavily as she put some distance between herself and Namjoon, blood dripping grotesquely from her chin.

Breathing heavily, she looked at Namjoon, who had leaned against the nearest tree to regain himself. He could feel the blood loss weakening him a bit, but he didn't want to admit to Y/N that he felt that way. They already had enough drama at the moment, she didn't need to know that her thirst for blood had further weakened him. With a cheeky grin, he winked at her. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Y/N wiped her chin with the back of her hand, her eyebrows drawn together, and her nose wrinkled. "It's still gross," she muttered, which made Namjoon laugh.

"You really are a strange vampire," he said, shaking his head, before walking toward her.

"You still have some blood there." Namjoon gently wiped her chin with his thumb, causing Y/N to gasp. Wide-eyed, she looked into Namjoon's eyes, who held out his bloodied finger to her, waiting for her to lick it off.

"Thank you." She didn't break eye contact with the werewolf while wrapping her lips around his thumb, licking it clean from his own blood. She had to admit, his blood tasted delicious – not too much ironlike with a tasty hint of sweetness she never had experienced while drinking blood before.

Namjoon watched every movement of her lips around his finger and swallowed hard when she moaned. A loud crack of a broken branch made them both jump and the intimate moment was over as quickly as it had begun. Both scanned the surroundings for possible threats, but then found only a single deer that had caused the noise. Namjoon took two steps back and gave Y/N an apologetic smile before transforming into his wolf form and chasing after the injured deer. Sure, he hadn't eaten in the last few days either, but Y/N still squinted in disgust when she heard the cracking sounds of breaking bones and torn muscles.

When he was finished, Namjoon came back, transforming almost fluently into his human form again, some blood stains covering his clothes again.

Y/N just shook her head in amusement at the appearance of Namjoon. "Come on, let's keep going, wolfie."

They made faster progress in silence over the next few hours, but still not fast enough to reach the border before nightfall. Namjoon had called Hoseok the last time when they were at the motel and still had a car, now they were roaming the woods without a car and without mobile network, which didn't necessarily make things easier. One of Hoseok's pack members was waiting for them in Rock Creek for granting them a safe passage but as they hadn't contacted him, he was probably gone once they arrived; they probably thought he was dead by now. Namjoon scanned the sky and their surroundings. It was getting late and both of them needed some sleep.

"We should find shelter, it'll be dark soon and we can't go on unprotected, not when we're both exhausted," Namjoon noted, which Y/N confirmed with a curt nod. It didn't take long for Namjoon to find a ledge under which they could spend the night. Without any objections, Y/N crawled into the shelter next to him.

The sky was cloudless and showed the moon in all its glory, which made Namjoon inch forward and look up in fascination.

Y/N leaned against a rock and also had a perfect view of the moon but found Namjoon more interesting to watch. "You can howl at it if you want," she teased him, which earned her a low snarl.

"We don't howl at moons," he chuckled, turning slowly to her. "What other nonsense have you learned about werewolves?"

"Well, you're malformed, murderous, and ugly," Y/N enumerated bluntly, which Namjoon acknowledged with a raised eyebrow.

He slid back under the ledge right next to her, glancing at her from the side. "So, which of these are true?"

Y/N looked at him briefly, but then avoided his intense gaze before answering. "None of it."

"That’s good to know." Namjoon smiled to himself, pulling up his feet to rest his elbows on his knees. "I'm sorry by the way."

His words made her look at him in surprise. "About what?"

"Everything that happened in the last few days. It's my fault that your brother is on the run now, that my pack needed to move because your clan became a bigger threat. I mean, if I hadn't marked you, none of this would've happened. I… I fucked everything up," Namjoon's voice grew quieter.

"Don't say that Joon." Y/N reached out for him, placing a hand on his shoulder. She inched closer to the werewolf who seemed to drown in self-reproaches.

Namjoon's head shot up, hearing her call him by his nickname made him feel warm around his heart. But it also made him sad again at the same time, the knowledge that she wanted to get rid of him in the back of his mind hanging over him like a thick rain cloud. "Y/N, don't. Don't use my nickname, don't try to comfort me when all you want is to get rid of me."

Y/N sighed, then slid forward a bit to sit right next to him. Namjoon stiffened for a brief moment as he felt her closeness. They sat next to each other in silence for a moment, nothing but the distant river and a screeching owl to be heard. "The last time I got involved with someone who wasn't a vampire, everything went wrong."

Namjoon scoffed at her words. "You don't even want to try if it works! Fuck ... I'm not like your ex. I've read books, vampires and werewolves used to be mates in ancient times, it's not against our nature." Namjoon just blabbered away, the words spilling out of him like a waterfall. "A vampire mate stood for peace; it was a symbol to create balance between the two creatures of the night. So the fact that you smell like my mate was not an accident, it was fate."

"That still doesn't change anything," Y/N whispered but her conviction lessened with every passing second.

"It changes everything." Namjoon averted his eyes from the moon and looked directly at her. "And you know that as well as I do. Stop fighting against this."

He changed his position and leaned closer to her, seeking her gaze. She first tried to avoid his intense brown eyes, but then couldn't help but look at him. He was so beautiful, lit by the moonlight and with his dimples making him seem almost boyish. His eyes wandered to her lips, his tongue licking slowly over his lower lip. His left hand wandered slowly into her hair, still waiting for her to reject or contradict him again. But nothing of that sort happened.

Y/N's big red eyes stared into his, shining with anticipation, reflecting her deepest longings. Sensing his tentativeness, she leaned forward to close the last few inches of distance between them and feel his lips on hers again. Her hands found the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to her figure while her tongue grazed over his lips, silently asking for entrance, which he did not hesitate to grant her. It was a slow but sensual kiss, not hungry like the last few times they kissed.

One of Namjoon's hands grabbed her hair and pulled her closer, Y/N crawled onto his lap and straddled him, which he acknowledged with a low growl. "Why are you so confusing?" he whispered against her lips, resting his forehead against hers before he captured her lips again, making her arms lock around his neck.

Her hands played with some soft brown hair strands at the nape of his neck, making him smile into the kiss. The way he moved his lips against hers, how his tongue slightly grazed over hers, how he softly bit down on her lower lip, was intoxicating and like nothing Y/N ever experienced before. Not even Liam kissed her that way, and at that time in her life she was damn sure he was the one. How awkwardly wrong she was. Her bitter thoughts didn't go unnoticed by Namjoon who pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. His thumb ran over her lips, his gaze fixed on her and silently asking to share her thoughts with him. She still sat on his lap, knees digging into the soft gravelly soil beneath them, exhaling loudly before she decided to break the silence.

"This is all so complicated," she sighed, eyes squeezed shut.

"It actually isn't sweetheart." He pulled one lose hair strand behind her ear, making Y/N open her eyes again. "You're my mate, and even if you think it shouldn't be or are worried about the chaos we caused, you still are. I know, we don't know each other for that long, but I'd like to change that. And I can feel that you're not that much against it anymore either. I think we work good as a team. So how about we just see where it goes?"

"So you're proposing what exactly?" Y/N narrowed her eyes at him but couldn't really keep her serious face for too long; Namjoon's dimpled smile and the kind brown eyes made it hard to keep a hard façade.

"We still have to go to Hoseok's, I mean… you know what chaos we left behind in Portland. But we can stay together, try to figure something out, see if you want to stay with me," he stated almost shyly. She could see the slight blush appearing on his cheeks, how his heartbeat increased and his overall nervousness, waiting for her answer.

She calculated her options – on the one hand he was right; she couldn't deny the connection they already had but she ticked it off as a side effect of the marking. But besides that, she also couldn't deny how handsome he was, how he genuinely cared for her well-being even if she was not the nicest vampire to him. And he was right – he wasn't Liam. Namjoon knew what she was and didn't judge her on that, he even let her drink from him, something Liam never would've done. With all her new knowledge about werewolves and how the elders had told her too many lies to count, and now even the bounty on their heads; there weren't really options to choose from. The only constant was Namjoon, and until now he had never let her down. So she smiled at him, leaning forward to give him a small peck on the nose before climbing down from his lap and taking a seat between his legs with her back against his chest. Namjoon instinctively wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, resting his head on top of hers.

"We'll still get the mark removed though," she whispered after a few moments, making the tall werewolf behind her stiffen.

He inhaled sharply, trying to find the right words. After all, he thought they made a huge progress, but here she came again with wanting to get rid of him. Still, it didn't feel like rejection this time, something was different. "But … why?" he stammered.

Y/N tilted her head to the side to get a better look at him before she answered him. "Because I want to choose you freely, not because some magical marking forces me to be with you. This mark seems to intensify everything after all. I want to get to know you first, and only then, when I ask you to do it, you can mark me again."

"Hm, sounds fair to me." Namjoon nuzzled his nose into her hair, finally being at ease again. He understood where she was coming from, even though he didn't like the thought of her being without his mark again, for God knows how long. But he also didn't want to pressure her, the lone thought that she wanted to try was enough for the moment. With the thought of Y/N wanting to be with him, and the sight of having her in his arms they both dozed off for some hours before the sunlight woke them up again.

Namjoon was the first one who woke up but didn't move as he didn't want to wake Y/N yet. She looked so peacefully, something he hadn't seen on her face yet and he didn't want to disturb her little moment of tranquility. From the mixed emotions he received from her the last few days she had her very own demons to fight against, and if sleeping in his arms made her feel less tense, then he was the last one who would change anything about that. She really said yes to him – at least somehow. The pain in his chest was almost gone, which was a good sign; he didn’t just dream it, that conversation, the kiss, it really happened. The only thought that was bothering him right now was Hoseok's reaction. And the reaction of his pack. Sure, they were still coming to get the mark removed but the part where he would mark her again, and where she wants to try it with him … that's the stuff no one knew about yet. He caused so much trouble the last few days, and he also started a war with the Sanguis clan, brought his whole pack in danger; was he even a good Alpha for them? With how things looked like right now, he was probably the worst choice for that position in werewolf history. And Jungkook … how could he forget so quickly about his protégé? His little brother? He could only imagine how disappointed and pissed the young werewolf was going to be…

"You have a very loud mind, Joon," Y/N groaned, her voice hoarse from sleep. She slowly escaped his hold, stretched out her stiff limbs and yawned before she faced him.

"Makes us two," he teased her, earning him a soft slap against his upper arm which made him chuckle. The playfulness was gone within seconds though when she scanned his face with concern in her eyes, making him groan. "It's just … do you think I make a good Alpha?"

Y/N blinked twice, tilting her head to the side. "Why do you think you aren’t?"

Namjoon whined, furrowing his eyebrows before he got up to his feet, quickly helping Y/N up too. "A counter question is unfair, Y/N. I just have the feeling that all I do is making the wrong decisions. I mean, look at us right now. We're in the middle of nowhere, my car is gone, we have vampires hunting us. I started a fucking war and instead of leading my pack, as I should once my dad steps down, they don't even know where I am. I'm probably the worst future leader a werewolf pack has ever seen." His head fell down a bit at his words, making her move closer to him, enlacing her fingers with his.

"You know what my grandmother used to say? Everything is inevitable," her words made Namjoon look up in surprise. "It means that if something is meant to happen, it will sooner or later. So even if we hadn't met that day, we probably would've met some other day. Even if you hadn't marked me, you would have done it any other day. Even if Alexios hadn't put a bounty on us, it would have happened sooner or later. Same goes for the pending war – it's inevitable because it's how things are supposed to happen."

"And here I thought you don't believe in fate," he answered amused, making Y/N quirk an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't necessarily call it fate right now, but if that sounds appropriate to you, we'll leave it at that. I hope this answers your Alpha crisis." She grinned at him, threw her hair over her shoulders and started walking into the depth of the woods again.

Namjoon tagged along and sniffed the air here and there, always cautious there might be some intruder on their way. After all, they hadn't met any of the vampires who tried to hunt them down, and when they finally crossed the Canadian border and reached Rock Creek early afternoon, a pissed but also relieved werewolf waited for them at the nearby gas station. He looked a bit shaggy, hair all disheveled, and his shirt had stains of the food he probably ate today.

"What the hell took you that long? Hoseok already counted you dead, I only waited for you because I know you long enough, Joon," the dark-haired man stated and pulled Namjoon into a tight hug.

"Sorry, we had quite a hell of a ride," he answered with a sheepish grin, making the other werewolf laugh before his gaze fixed on Y/N. He looked at Namjoon again who seemed a bit more tense at the sudden attention she received from the male werewolf. "Taehyung, that's Y/N. She's my mate."

Taehyung looked her up and down with narrowed eyes, sniffing the air slightly before his gaze shifted back to Namjoon, confusion in his eyes. "She's a blood sucker."

"She is actually right next to you and can hear you," Y/N snarled at him, making both men look at her. Namjoon seemed to be amused at her attitude, Taehyung's eyes however widened even more before he broke out into a loud roaring laughter. He slapped Namjoon's shoulder and signaled Y/N to follow him to his car.

"I think I will like you, blood sucker," he shouted over his shoulder, making Y/N roll her eyes. That was going to be an interesting ride to Toronto.

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