#f:hteys drabble

[almostkoo]

I wasn’t until now that I realized that you just posed this but the Namjoon fic was awesome! I like that you didn’t portray the cliche ending that they end up together fast, placing a more accurate one. This is me having no patience requesting a sort of epilogue into what their friendship (or something more?) has developed to. Reader still owes Joon a proper kiss btw 👀

tysm 🥺 for enjoying the story I’m happy you liked it. I was worried about the development between them and then the length of it but it turned out great it seems. I did write up a follow up and I hope you enjoy that too.

A Con Artist in The Making (HTEYS drabble) 80s!namjoon x reader, 1.2k words

“Oh I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me!”

You sang to yourself as you pushed the vacuum cleaner across your living room floor. The green carpet moved back and forth as you tried to get up the mess left behind from your cousins. This year it was your households turn to host the family’s annual fourth of july celebration. Which meant your house was jam packed in and outside. Given you had a good time celebrating the holiday with your family, but they just didn’t know how. to. clean. up.

The front door was open as you allowed a breeze to come through. You continued singing to yourself taking advantage of your currently empty house. You had just gotten back from Oakpark about a few weeks ago and while you and Namjoon were supposed to hang out a few times your schedules had been conflicting.

The two of you had only seen each other a few times so far and you expecting him to come over today as long as nothing gets in the way.

Things with Namjoon had been going good. Although you were a little cautious of how fast things seemed to be going you took it in stride. Namjoon was trying to make up for lost time. Often when he arrived to your house he brought a gift with him. More than often it was a flower since big extravagant bouquets were not really your thing although Namjoon wanted to give you something to that degree. Seeing Namjoon in a different light was interesting. He had a love for nature and music. He showed you pictures of the trees and flowers he saw when he went for walks and knew a lot more about the flowers in the pictures than you did. You could listen to him talk about flowers forever.

You clicked the vacuum cleaner off, exhaling as you turned around looking over the floor in front of you. Feeling satisfied you wiped your hands along the bottom of your shirt, turning around to gather the cord to put the vacuum away. You looked up at the door yelped in surprise as you saw Namjoon standing on your porch. You fell back taking the vacuum down with you.

Namjoon held back a laugh. “Are you alright?” He asked in between breaths.

“No thanks to you! How could you scare me like that?” You stood up, walking to the door to open it. As soon as Namjoon was through the threshold you whacked his arm for scaring you.

“I wasn’t trying to scare you I was just admiring you rendition of Whitney Houston. It needs work but if we’re honest” Namjoon paused, pretending to look around before continuing. “I think you could give her a run for her money.”

You chuckled. “Only in my wildest dreams.” You wrapped the cord back up placing the vacuum in the closet. You turned around and instantly got wrapped in a tight hug by Namjoon. You wrapped your arms back around him. The two of you stood there for a moment, enjoying the comfort of being in each other’s arms.

“Namjoon?” you called him softly. He hummed. You didn’t have to look up at him to know he was smiling.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too warm to be holding each other like this?”

“No.” he wrapped his arms around you tighter.

“Namjooooon, honey please I’m about to start sweating.” you groaned. Namjoon released you from his grip. He rested his hands on your shoulders before cupping the sides of your face. You reached up cupping the sides of his face too. You poked your thumbs at his dimples.

“You having a good time there, tiger?”

“Actually yes. Yes I am.” you laughed. You caved wrapping your arms back around him, you rubbed the side of your face against his chest.

“I thought it was too hot. Thought you wanted me to let you were gonna start sweating.”

“Oh now that I changed my mind it’s a problem? What you don’t want me to mess up your fancy Lacoste shirt?” Namjoon laughed at your statement. You stepped away from him poking at the small embroidered crocodile on his chest. Your lips went down in a small frown.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asked. You huffed, you could feel the tears building up in your eyes. You looked up trying to blink them away. You’d just started getting comfortable with him and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared of being vulnerable in front of him.

“I’m scared. I feel like I’ve been in my head so much about college. What if I fail?” you said, quietly. Namjoon reached out to hold your hands, he swung them while you looked down at his hands. You didn’t want to meet his gaze in fear of what he’d think of you crying.

“Look at me” you hesitated before tilting your head back to look at him. You looked into his eyes. In a way looking at him you felt comforted. “I’m scared too. You’re not the only one who’s scared. It’s gonna be tough sometimes and it’s gonna seem hard. But you’re strong don’t anticipate failing.”

“It’s so hard. What if I peaked in high school? I get to college and bomb I’m gonna have to pay all those loans back and I don’t even have a degree.”

“Don’t think like that. You got it, tiger. You got the best study buddy in the word. I’m just a phone call away. You’ve got nothing to worry about. You just gotta remember to breathe. I’m gonna be there to catch you if you fall.” Namjoon smiled at you. You rubbed your thumbs over his. You felt a little lighter. Feeling better after hearing words of encouragement. You wiped your eyes against you shoulder, refusing to let go of Namjoon’s hands.

“Pinky promise?” You questioned.

Namjoon let go of your hand, extending his pinky out to you.

“Pinky promise.” He said, as you wrapped your pinky around his. He kissed your intertwined pinkies. As if I lightbulb went off above you head you got an idea.

“How about we kiss each other’s pinkies? On the count of three alright?” you said, holding your laced hands up higher. Namjoon nodded.

“Okay. One… two… three.” on three you pulled your hands down. Meeting Namjoon half way as your lips softly collided. He let your hand go as he reached to you, gently placing the tips of his fingers under your chin pulling you in closer for the kiss. You let out a soft moan as he pulled away.

“You didn’t have to scam me to kissing you.” Namjoon said, you swatted at him.

“Scammed?” you gasped, overdramatically.

“I should report you to the cops. Better yet the FBI they should be aware of a con artist like you.”

“Wow you begged for a kiss and you’re gonna treat me like this is return. I’m never gonna kiss you again.” you joked.

“Never?” Namjoon asked, he gave you big puppy dog eyes.

“My God, Namjoon you are so dramatic. We’re in debt to each other at least a million kisses.”

“Actually I think it’s a million and one.” he smiled.