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Business Proposal || knj (9/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, flirting, semi-edited, smut, fingering, eating out, unprotected sex.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 8.0

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

A/n: lol, hello, I'm sorry for being so MIA lately. I kinda have had half of this written since November but my mom came to visit me in Korea and I forgot about it haha. If you are still here thank you for sticking around! Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts!

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10 Years Ago

Things were finally looking up.

“If you just remember everything we have gone over you'll be fine.” He simply says like it's no big deal, waving you off. 

You on the other hand are filled with the gnawing pain of your nerves. As you look down at your notebook filled with an equal mixture of correct and incorrect answers. 

Maybe things weren't really looking up. 

“I think we should do a few more.” You rush out, flipping to a new page. In that exact moment, the buzzer in Namjoon's hand goes off, and he stands up. 

He pushes in his chair and walks to stand beside you, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Over studying is not the answer.” He says gently, giving your shoulder a light squeeze before walking away to pick up your drinks. 

Your protest dying as you burn daggers into his back. You aren't sure if it's a good thing that he has so much faith in you. When you don't have an ounce in yourself. Especially when in two days you'll hopefully end your misery with the dreaded math final. 

It's been two whole months since you've started your weekly tutoring sessions with Namjoon. You aren't completely lost in class anymore. If you are, you just come to the broad man and drown him in all kinds of questions. With this tactic you've even managed to get an eighty-five present in your last math test. 

The only thing left for you to pass is the stupid final.

You have been seeing Namjoon a lot more this week. Scheduling, and practically begging him to squeeze you into his tight schedule since Monday. A request to brush up on equations and gain some clarity on things you might have forgotten. To say the least, your test anxiety has reached a whole new level. You visibly look exhausted, your skin is oilier than usual, sporting a few painful pimples on your chin, and your hair looks so greasy despite just washing it in the morning. You should feel slightly ashamed for even leaving your house looking like a hot mess, but your thoughts are suffocating. Staying in would make the panic in the pit of your stomach worse. 

Especially when you and your tutor have recently discovered your inability to do word problems. The main reason why you keep calling Namjoon at three in the morning. Even though he thinks you're just being paranoid, especially with the silent sigh of defeat you hear through your phone speaker. He tries his best to reassure you that you're going to be fine at the end of the day. 

“There will probably be three, five at most. He had said last night when you called. 

Thankfully he had stayed up revising his final paper, instead of being three dimensions deep in dream land like on Sunday when you called. Still, even though he had muttered out a tiny complaint, he stayed on the line with you. Until you were calm enough to fall asleep again. 

In just three months your acquaintance has blossomed into a full on friendship. Along with your sneaking suspicion that both Taehyung and Jimin like him better. It was obvious last Friday night when Jimin had a small end of the semester get together at his apartment. Namjoon got so drunk he performed the entirety of Grease Lightning on karaoke. Including the dance break with special guest and step brother Jeon Jungkook. 

Later on in the night the older of the four cried about the final scene in the Titanic. It was a rollercoaster of emotions, but heartwarming to be able to see a different side of the Philosophy student. 

“Look who decided to join us.” You jump, placing your pen down in your notebook, closing it to hold your page. You turn around, feeling a wide smile come onto your face when you lock eyes with the other source of your happiness these last few months. 

“Hobi,” you exclaim, holding your arms out to him. He chuckles, and leans down giving you one of those awkward hugs one gives when the other person is sitting down. It only lasts a few seconds and then he is leaning his head back to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek, making you cringe. 

“Ew,” you pout, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. He chuckles, pecking your lips lightly and then taking the seat next to you. 

“Joon says you need a break from being a math wizard.” He chuckles, dragging your notebook to him. He places his arms over it keeping it hostage.

You whine crossing your arms in front of you, pouting like a child. “But what if I don't pass. I don't want to have to take the class a third time.” 

Namjoon shakes his head, sets your chamomile tea in front of you, and sits down. “I already told you, you won't. I did the math last night. Even if you get a sixty five percent, you'll still be able to pass the class with a B.” He states firmly and takes a sip from his coffee. 

You huff, sinking further into the chair. “I don't want a B, I want an A.” 

Hoseok snakes an arm over your shoulders and brings you close to his side.” “Then you will pass the class with an A honey cakes.” He kisses your temple before resting his cheek on top of your head. You take a deep breath, nodding and snuggling closer to him.

“So are you two dating now?” Namjoon leans back in his seat, crossing his arms in front of him.

Hoseok waves an arm, brushing off the question that has been surrounding the two of you these past three weeks. “You know it's not like that.” He answers before you can. He pulls his arm away and sets them both on top of your notebook. He sends you a knowing wink. 

“Yeah you out of all people should know it's not like that.” You back up Hoseok, sticking your tongue out at the other. “How's Rina by the way?” You challenge making the man next to you burst out in a fit of giggles. 

You see, most of the things Jungkook told you about Namjoon prior to your first meeting have all been lies. Or just not the whole truth.

Namjoon was a broody person. He did put his studies as one of his priorities in life. And he didn't want a relationship. 

Yet in the last few months you have gotten to know the career driven man. You've also managed to peel back some of his layers. 

He did have his moments of indignation, but he could also be very playful and funny. This side mostly comes out when Hoseok is around or when he wants you to get your mind off the things that have been stressing you out. He does have a strong work ethic, but he also knows when to take a break. 

There have even moments in your tutoring slash now study sessions when he forces you to take walks. He says it helps clear your head, but you also know it's his way to get his ideas to flow again whenever he feels stuck. 

During these walks you've managed to find out more things about him. He loves museums because he's shit at art, and knowing that there are people out there who aren't makes him appreciate the art a lot more. At least once every two months he visits the tree he and his father planted his mother’s ashes at to update her on his life. He cares so much for Jungkook and his mother even if he doesn't show it all the time. And despite not wanting a relationship he has been head over heels for the girl he's been casually hooking up with for the last two years. 

Though he won't come out and say it himself. You have witnessed the way his face settles down into something calmer. And his eyes light up whenever his phone rings and her name pops up on the screen.

He once spent thirty minutes talking about a joke she had told him one night. Spoiler alert, it wasn't a good one, but it was adorable watching him try to get it out in-between chuckles. 

You also know he shares the same negative sentiment Jungkook has about your current relationship with his best friend. But just like he claims that his relationship with Rina is complicated. So, is yours with the ray of sunshine you get to now call friend.

“She's fine.” He shrugs, clearing his throat and looking out the window. You share a look with Hoseok before letting out a fit of shared giggles. 

If someone had once told you that your strict math tutor slash friend would turn into a shy mess with just the simple mention of a name. You would've thought they were fucking with you. Even if it still surprises you a little bit. 

“You should just ask her to be your girlfriend.” Hoseok chimes in. 

Namjoon throws his head back groaning. “It wouldn't work out if I do, plus that would require for me to act like a boyfriend and I'm not ready for that kind of commitment.” He speaks with his eyes trained on the high ceiling of the cafe. 

You lean forward placing your elbows on top of the table and wrapping your arms around the hot mug. “You already do Namjoon. A switch of labels is not going to change anything. And don't you think she deserves some kind of confirmation and respect when it comes to your relationship?” You finish tilting your head to the side. 

“I do respect her though, which is why I don't want to ask her, like you just said a label won't change anything.” 

You let out a sigh, “I didn't say that you didn't respect her. I just think that from a girl's perspective she might be feeling a little bit confused with your words and actions. You say the two of you aren't anything serious but then you act like you can't live without her. If I was in her shoes I would feel very frustrated. So, maybe you don't have to make this big grand gesture or ask her to officially be your girlfriend but just clarify things between the two of you. If you aren't serious about her then so be it but if you are then tell her that.” You finish and take your first sip from your tea. 

“I agree with honey cakes, just be a little more straight forward that's all.” Hoseok shrugs before standing up. 

Namjoon rolls his eyes, and looks between the two of you. “And what about you?” He counteracts childishly. You knew it was coming. In his eyes the two of you giving him advice when you're in a similar situation is a bit hypocritical. Plus you and Hoseok are on the same page so it's di–

“That's different.” Hoseok speaks before you. “And this is about your love life not ours.” He states stuffing his hands in his pockets. 

“Whatever.” Namjoon brushes off. You sigh, aware that if you choose to continue the conversation it will end in the three of you having a petty argument. You look at Hoseok as he leans down, placing a delicate kiss on your cheek, making the man witnessing the affectionate gesture scoff in annoyance. 

If he wants to say something he doesn't voice it instead he opens his leather bound notebook to a new page. 

Hoseok ignores him and stands up straight. “Are we still on tonight?” 

You nod. “I can't stay for long though I want to catch up on sleep.” 

“Fine then just one movie it is.” He winks before turning on his heels. Leaving you behind with the grumpy man. He looks up from his journal, opening his mouth, but you raise a hand to stop him. “It's different Namjoon.” 

Namjon clicks his tongue in annoyance and shrugs. “Whatever, let's just do one more world problem before calling it a day.” 

“Fine,” you huff, sliding your notebook in front of you and opening it to a clean page. 

Just one more day and you'll be free from this torture. 

Hoseok's apartment is everything you expect from the maximest man. Just upon walking in you are hit with waves of bright colors. By the doorway there are different KAWS figurines that you can only imagine cost a fortune. Yet they greet you with their x'd out eyes as you remove your shoes. 

Then you have to pass by the Supreme beaded curtain to finally enter the living room. A bright red leather couch is settled in the middle. With wine colored pillows and a black throw blanket that you've adopted since the first night you spent in Hoseok's arms.

Abstract art lines the walls behind the television. There are more figurines lining the shelves in between books, records, and framed pictures of his friends and families. Along with a few miscellaneous items that he's told you he's obtained over the years.

His TV is huge. Takes up almost the whole wall, but your favorite to watch movies since he installed a surround system upon moving in years ago. 

You still remember the first night he invited you over. It was after spending two whole weeks texting non stop. He simply asked if you wanted to watch a movie with him and you thought why not. 

One night led to another and now another. It always starts the same. The two of you spend days teasing one another through text. Lewd texts along with pictures. You come over for a movie and then you end up underneath him. 

When it's over, he lets you use his shower while he orders takeout from the vegan restaurant a block down the road. And the two of you resume watching the movie as if neither of you were panting each other's names in pleasure. 

A simple arrangement with absolutely no strings attached.

It was what you were expecting when you came over tonight. Not that you don't mind the nights in which you do come over and nothing happens other than the deep hearted talks over a slow record playing in the background. But that wasn't happening either, because ever since you arrived at his doorstep, the overzealous man has been quiet. Biting the inside of his cheek and moving around you far enough to raise suspicion. 

It has your mind traveling back to the conversation that occurred in the afternoon. Was Hoseok having second thoughts? Or was there more to his actions than what you were picking up? 

“Hobi,” you whisper the minute he enters his living room with a bowl of popcorn stepping over your legs that were resting on his coffee table. He silently settles down next to you, on the other side of the couch with a gap wide enough to fit a person in between. 

Now you're more than positive that something is wrong. 

You groan, “I think I'll just go home then.” You mumble, pushing the throw blanket of your shoulders. 

This is enough to catch his attention. His eyes are wide behind his dark rimmed glasses and he sits up. “What why?” He tilts his head in confusion. 

A dry chuckle escapes your lips. “You obviously don't want me around, so I'll just go. I need to go to sleep early anyway.” You shrug, slipping your feet in his fuzzy slippers and swiftly start making your way to grab your stuff in his room. 

“No I–wait.” Finally, he speaks up, earning an eye roll from you that he can't see as your back is still turned. 

With haltered steps you spin on your heel to face him again, “What? You've been acting strange since I got here. So, if you don't want me around I will just go home.” 

At lightning speed he sets the bowl of popcorn on his coffee table, and stands up. He makes hasty steps towards you and when he is finally standing in front of you, he sets both of his hands on top of your shoulders. 

“Don't leave…I'm sorry.” Hoseok's eyes cast down past your face. They settle upon the graphic on your old washed out t-shirt. He takes a deep breath and looks up again. His face twists into something you can't decipher. It's a look you've never seen him wear, and it settles hard into your chest. 

He looks troubled, chewing on the inside of his cheek. His eyes dart to five different focal points. You know he's arguing with himself. When he finally looks at you in your eyes again. You can't help but shrink a little bit. 

His features have hardened, and you want to reach out to smooth over the little worry lines in the middle of his forehead. Guilt washes over you. 

For what? 

You don't know but you hope more than anything that you'll soon find out. 

“Can we talk?” He speaks up, letting his arms fall down, his knuckles brushing against your skin. 

For a second you think he's going to pull away. Retrieve into his body, but when he grabs your hands and laces his fingers with yours. The guilt in the pit of your stomach dissipates and you're left with confusion. 

When you don't answer his question, he repeats himself. This time differently, “I just think we need to talk, I've been thinking since this afternoon. I want to check up on you, and I guess us.” He clarifies, and now you're filled with a different kind of emotion. As much as you're relieved that you didn't do anything wrong per se. You are slightly annoyed that he couldn't just tell you that when you first arrived. Instead of ignoring you until you reached your breaking point. 

Frustrated, you say slowly, “Then just say that, instead of ignoring me.” 

Hoseok closes his eyes and sighs, nodding his head before speaking, “you're right I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind and I am not sure how to bring any of what I'm thinking about up.” 

“Hobi, just say it. We agreed on clear communication when we realized that this was going to be more than just a one night stand.” You sigh, beginning to walk in the direction of his couch, stringing him along. “Whatever is on your mind, just say it.” You push him onto his couch and take the seat next to him, your body fully facing his, and you fold your legs beneath you. 

He nods, running a hand down his face. “I don't think this is working anymore.” He whispers, eyes trained on his ceiling. 

Okay you were definitely not expecting that, but instead of voicing your surprise, you squeeze his hand. Encouraging him to continue. 

He does, “I think I'm slowly falling for you, well I don't know I'm confused about my feelings.” He whispers the end and falls quiet. 

As much as you want to run away and hide at his confession. He looks troubled and you wouldn't be a good friend if you just left him to wallow in his thoughts. No matter the pressure that has settled in your chest. Or the fact that your heart thinks you're running a marathon, making your ears feel like they're about to fall off too. 

With every passing moment you're finding that it's getting harder to breathe. You aren't dumb, the atmosphere has also changed, but it isn't because of his confession. It's because you are also a bit confused about your feelings.

You clear your throat, “W-What are you confused about?” 

He stops his staring game with the ceiling, shifting his whole body to finally face you. “Do you know why both Kook and Joon are so against us?” 

The question throws you off guard but you suppose it has to do with what he's going through. You do have an idea as to why your friends are raising a brow at your relationship. Jungkook’s warning the first day you met the barista is enough for you to get a rough idea of what they mean. But you want to hear it from him. 

Still you don't know if you can trust your voice so you shake your head. 

He continues, “I've never been in a relationship because I don't trust people to love me the way I know I can love them. So, I just sleep around, and when I get bored I break it off.” 

 “I know. They warned me about you when you immediately showed interest. And trust me I knew what I signed up for when we agreed to keep seeing each other. I don't expect anything more than what we are doing.” You tilt your head to the side.

“I know that's why I'm confused. At first that's all I expected and wanted. But then I don't know I feel so full and empty when I'm with you. I don't want you to leave when the night is over. You're the last thing I think about and the first thing I want to see. I've never felt this sure and comfortable with anyone ever, and I don't know what to do because we both know this isn't forever, your forever is with someone else, and so is mine. But for now I just want to be with you and know what it's like to fall in love and with you.” He takes a deep breath. “Even if it's just for a little bit. You know that next year I'll be leaving for that design school, and I'm sorry but nothing and no one is going to stop me. I've waited too long for this opportunity. I know I'm being selfish to ask you this, but can you please find it in your heart to let me be yours until then?” 

Hoseok finishes. And you're left to your own devices. To deal with your emotions as they spill out of you in hot tears. You've never had someone confess to you so passionately before. Actually nobody has ever bothered. And even though it's semi depressing you can't help but feel on cloud nine with all his words wrapping around you in the warmth that he radiates. 

Without thinking you kneel, and wrap your arms around his neck. “Okay let's do it.” You beam and he matches your smile. He leans in to kiss you but you place your hand over his mouth to stop him. 

Confusion plagues him like a bitter sting. You laugh, “But only if you agree that when everything is over there's no drama between us, and if I ever get married you have to design my wedding dress.” You remove your hand, and cradle his cheek, rub your thumb over his eyebrow. 

He chuckles, rolling his eyes. “You will get married.” 

“Nah, but it's okay. I've accepted my faith.” You shrug, resting your forehead against his. His hands come up your cheek, squishing them slightly.

“You will honey cakes, that's why I'm already planning your dress design in my head.” He wipes your forgotten tears, and tilts your head to the side. 

You feel your breathing get faster, as his heart shaped lips rest centimeters apart. “How are you so sure?” You whisper, swallowing thickly at the end. 

He smirks, with a glint in his eye. Like he knows something you don't, “because I know someone who is also falling for you but they’re to dumb to notice “ 

“Who?” 

“Secret,” he says before finally crashing his lips onto yours.

Hoseok’s room is equally as loud as his living room. It’s a little more diluted with simple decorations and a huge abstract painting on the wall in front of his bed. His bed takes up most of his space, adoring a black duvet with black sheets. He has three pillows and two of those you’ve taken ownership of. His brown dresser holds little trinkets of things he buys or finds in the pockets of his pants. It’s also home to a series of designer colognes. Your favorite one was definitely Terre d'Hermes. Somehow the smell always fills with comfort. 

Your favorite part of his room–other than his bed–was his desk. They say you can tell a lot about a person by just looking at their work space. 

He’s a messy artist. His sketches are always thrown around, or pinned on the corkboard hanging over his desk. He has two bookshelves filled with sketchbooks and magazines. Sometimes if you’re lucky he will leave his sketchbooks open, awarding you with a small glance of his work. He has different notebooks for different magazine cutouts. Each one labeled something like, ‘street’ or ‘formal’ or ‘one-day.’ The latter always peaks your interest but you’ve never thought to ask. He has a thousand different sketching materials, and so many colorful markers. You just know that he was that kid in class with the sixty-four crayola back. 

He's passionate about his craft. A passion that shines through everything that he does. Especially when he’s sharing that passion with you. Now, as he lays you down onto his soft mattress. He kisses his way down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt up to reveal your stomach and the few stretch marks that appeared one day in your early adolescent years. 

For years it was hard to be intimate with someone in fear that they would disgust your partner. But the one thing you learned while growing up was that most men didn’t give a shit unless they were getting it. 

Yet Hoseok, your boyfriend, now. 

He cares. 

In a good way. The first time he saw you naked he almost came in his jeans. Your curves were all in the right places. You have enough skin to grip onto, and he loves all the marks and imperfections your body has. 

He couldn’t understand why you were so beautiful in the soft glow of his bedroom lights? Why he didn’t have the words to describe how his heart was literally beating against his ribcage?  Why for the first time in his casual dating experience he feared he wouldn't be able to give you the pleasure you deserved? 

So, that first night together, he took his time. Trying to get his thoughts under control. He painted your body with featherlight kisses. Determined to leave his trace imprinted in your body for however long you two would engage with each other. 

Everytime you came over. He did just that. He took his time, choreographing a dance with your body. It was a no-brainer that he had fallen for you. Something he knew shouldn’t have happened. He had plans for himself. He had a future mapped out since he was teenage. Though, he had the sneaking suspicion that you wouldn’t stop him from achieving his goals. That you would support him through everything. He should’ve stopped his feelings for you from growing. 

He kept them quiet until his portfolio got accepted. Until he saw the brief glances Namjoon gave you when he thought you weren’t looking. Perhaps it was the jealousy that made him confess. Or that his time with you was now limited. Whatever the reason was that led him to his confession, he only hoped that you felt the same. 

You giggle, the beautiful melodic sound grounds him as he wraps a calloused hand around your right breast, circling his thumb around the pebble. 

You're his girlfriend now. 

He, your boyfriend and he will bring down the moon for you tonight if you asked him too. 

“What’s so funny?” His curious stare meets your amused one. 

You had failed to keep your giggles at bay while he made out with you on his couch. He let a few of his own out when he had had enough of kissing and grinding in his living room, and guided you into his room. 

He loved the sound, and he loved that it was only because after months of dancing this tango you were still shy underneath him. 

“Nothing, it’s just that Mickey is staring at us.” You whisper gasping when he grinds his lower half against yours. Hoseok playfully rolls his eyes, reaching and turning around the newly added picture of his family dog on his bedside table. No more prying dog or human eyes around to interrupt the two of you. 

His attention returns to you. Gaze burning with lust as he leans down, pecking your lips lightly. “Can you stay over?” He says, kneading your breast again. The teasing touches were driving you insane. But this is how you preferred it. Slow and intense, tangling your body with his, until the two of you became one. 

“I’ll make an exception if you promise to drive me to my class tomorrow with a free coffee.” You smile, pushing your chest into his hand. 

He shook his head, reaching down to your lips. “Hustler.” He mumbles, capturing your mouth in a slow sensual kiss. “You got yourself a deal baby girl.” 

Your body shudders at the nickname. He only used it when it was just the two of you. He knew the effect it had on you. “Can I take your shirt off now?” He smirks. 

You let out a pleasurable sigh, nodding your head, before verbalizing a soft, “yes.” 

He pulls away, sitting back on his heels, peeling his shirt off before helping you with yours. He discards the two of them somewhere behind him. He pulls you towards him again, resting his forehead against yours. A bright smile adorning his perfect face. 

It makes your stomach crumble, knowing that from this moment on.

Hoseok would always be the one who got away. 

Your big “what if.” 

Your biggest treasure. Your safe place. Your blueprint for a future with someone else. The love story that was made to end. But one that burned so bright that would have you telling your future daughter to never be afraid of love. 

“Can we go slow today?” You run your hands down his torso, playing with the belt buckle of his expensive belt. 

“I’ll go at whatever pace you want me to go, baby girl.” He reassures,  his fingers play with the bra strap that had fallen down your shoulder. 

You tilt your head, looking at him with soft eyes. And he swears he feels himself melt. 

The next few minutes were a mess of soft kisses and clothes being discarded. Each article of clothing, landing with a soft ‘thud’ against his bedroom floor. You’re on cloud nine, his lips kiss down your neck, your collarbone. His hands part your thighs, baring your cunt to him. He sits back, mouth watering at how wet you are. He couldn’t wait for a taste. 

He could never wait. And he never did. 

He kisses your mound before wrapping his lips around your clit. He savors the sigh that escapes your mouth. He smirks when he immediately feels you grip his hair, pushing him further. Just like he couldn’t resist, you also couldn’t.

He sucked, distracting you from his finger circling around your entrance making you gasp in surprise when you feel him insert one. Slowly thrusting it as he licked you like a man who has been starved for weeks. 

“Hobi,” You sigh, pushing his head further. He fingers you faster until he feels you clench around him, and he stops, making you whine. 

“Please,” you plead. He chuckles against you, inserting another finger. This time he doesn’t give you time to adjust. You feel him thrust into you with no hesitation. His mouth sucking on your clit, swirling his tongue around it playing with the nub. 

You were withering, moaning his name, and anything your mind could conjure up in this moment. 

Overwhelmed with blissful pleasure, you grip his bed sheets, bucking your hips into his face. He groans, knowing you were on edge from how tight your grip on his head was now. And he did the one thing he knew would drive you insane. He slowed down, until he came to a complete stop. 

“Hoseok,” you groan, slamming your hand onto his comforter. He chuckles, lifting his head. Your body was flushed, your lips swollen, your hair splayed out around you. He loves bringing you to this moment. 

“You said you wanted slow.” He grins, taking his fingers out of your pussy. Loving the way it clenched over nothing now. Almost as if it was begging to be played with again. 

You roll your eyes, pouting. “Not this slow. I want to come.” You say, sitting up on your elbows. 

“Oh baby you will.” He winks, licking his fingers clean. He leans over, pecking your lips quickly. “You will come as many times as you want. But I want the first one to be around my cock tonight.” 

You gasp at his words. You knew his mouth was lethal but sometimes it still surprises you. The lust lacing with his soft timbre made you weak in the knees. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. 

The word ‘slow’ is forgotten from either of your vocabularies, while the two of you kiss hungrily. Sucking on tongues, teeth clashing, hands touching and clutching onto anything and everything. 

Hoseok lays you down on your side, climbing in behind you. His teeth nips at your bottom lip and he wrapped your leg around his hips. He kisses down your neck, while you help guide his cock to your entrance. He locks his eyes with yours as he slowly pushes himself in. His arms wrap around your torso, and he pushes you closer to his chest. 

Both of your heartbeats are in sync. Racing against the clock, basking in pleasure that you never want it to end. 

“Move please.” You say, lifting your face to kiss him. 

He begins to move his hips, making you gasp into each other's mouths. It’s a sloppy pace from the start but you don't care. You want more, so you met his thrusts halfway. One of his hands palms at your breast. He alternates between swallowing your moans and leaving his mark on anything he can get his lips on. 

“B-Baby.” He moans, resting his forehead on yours. “I’m close, are you?” He thrusts, letting out a low moan when he feels you clench around him.

He didn’t give you a minute to answer, before he was lifting your leg higher around his waist, allowing himself to reach the deepest part of you. “Touch yourself baby.” 

You moan his name, letting go of his hand, your finger meeting your clit, rubbing it in circles. Trying to keep up with his unrelenting pace. And soon you feel him still behind you, eyes shutting in pleasure as he spills himself inside of you. His orgasm triggers the coil in the pit of your stomach as you feel your release wash over you in a tidal wave, making you push his cock and cum out of you. His fingers frantically come down to meet yours as he helps you ride out your wave. He whispers praises against your skin while you come down.

Hoseok kisses your lips slowly, chuckling before whispering words that you will forever hold near and dear to your heart. 

“I love you.” He pushes your hair away from your face. “I love you so much to know that one day I’ll have to let you go.”

You giggle, turning in his arms, nuzzling your head into his neck. “I love you.” 

You feel him laugh, twinkling his fingers down your spine, “Let’s get matching tattoos.” 

You look up at him, raising a brow before shaking your head. “You just made me squirt, told me you loved me, and now you want to get matching tattoos?” 

“What better way to commemorate the best ego boost.” He shrugs. 

“You’re insane.” You untangle yourself from his embrace. You stand up, putting on his shirt. 

“I didn’t hear a no.” He says smugly, putting his arms underneath his head. 

“Because you’re an insane idiot who makes me agree to things like these.” You smile, before walking out of his room. 

“Great, I’ll make an appointment.” He shouts after you, “I love you.” He adds after a moment. 

You enter his kitchen, and turn on the lights. You can feel your smile take up your entire face. For a moment you realize that for the first time in a long time you felt happy. 

So yeah, maybe, things were finally looking up. 

“You’re late.”

Namjoon says after taking a slow sip from his coffee. He looks at you from over the rim of his glasses. 

You roll your eyes, setting your bag down on the empty chair. “It's raining, and I forgot my umbrella. I had to wait for the rain to stop.”

“You could’ve texted to let me know.” He shrugs, setting his cup down on the coaster and flipping the page of his book. 

You sigh, before (gently) throwing your phone onto the table. “It’s dead. And before you ask, no I didn’t bring a charger. No, Jungkook wasn’t in class today so he couldn’t give me a charger, an umbrella, or a ride. Jimin is sick. And Taehyung doesn’t even go to our school. He's probably getting high with his new fling, so I wouldn’t have been able to ask him either.” You say, listing all the solutions he would’ve thought about in seconds. 

“Mhm,” he nods, closing his book. “And your boyfriend?”

Annoyed, you let out a whine, crossing your arms in front of you. “I don’t know, let me go downstairs and ask him. I’m sure he can stop managing a business to give me an umbrella.” 

Namjoon leans his elbows against the table. “Trouble in paradise?” He tilts his head, clasping his hands on top of his book. 

You shake your head, pulling out your chair and slumping down in it. “Hobi and I are fine. It’s not like he’s leaving in two months or anything.” You throw your hands up in exasperation. 

It’s month seven into your shining relationship with Hoseok, and you should’ve known that things would start to hit the fan sooner rather than Later. Your boyfriend was in the middle of the most tumultuous change of his life. Things were moving quickly and his time dedicated to you was bumped down his monstrous daily to-do list. 

Yet you couldn’t do or say anything because isn’t this what you signed up for? 

“Ah, so there is trouble.” Namjoon chuckles before opening his book again, setting his fancy leather bookmark aside. “This is exactly why I don’t do relationships, they just attract problems.” He adds, giving you a pointed look. 

You roll your eyes, “Shut up asshole, not all of us can be like you and Rina.” 

“Sure you can, it's simple just don't attach any strings to it.” He shrugs, underlining a sentence in his book. 

“Two people who have been only exclusively seeing each other for years literally the definition of strings attached. You can keep denying it all you want but she’s your girlfriend. You guys do all the couple-y stuff.” You grumble, leaning back in your chair, looking out of the window. The gloomy weather adds to your shitty mood. 

“She’s not, we are not dating, and I don’t need to talk about this with you again. Rina and I are on the same page.” He finishes, taking a long sip from his coffee.

“Well, how would you feel if Rina was spending time with another guy, completely ignoring your presence when you walk into her coffee shop all wet and angry because your professor basically told you your topic for your essay was shit.”

Namjoon smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds like you’re jealous of Yuri.” 

“So what if I am?” You bite, “I understand that he’s training her to take over his position, but all he talks about is her and what he needs to teach her when we’re together. And whenever I come in they’re always laughing at something behind the coffee machine. And I know she’s nice and all but I would like his attention too.” You scoff. 

Namjoon hums, tapping his index finger against the table. “Do you trust him?” 

The question doesn’t catch you off guard, the obvious answer is on the tip of your tongue. But with how things have been going lately. You can’t help but hesitate. 

“I don’t know anymore.” You whisper looking down at your hands, turning the ring on your middle finger. “I know I should, and I do…I think I do. It’s just things have been so shit lately and I feel like a burden to him because of everything he has to do.” 

Namjoon lightly kicks your foot under the table, making you raise your head to meet his gaze. “I don’t know if I am being of much help, but he loves you. I know that whatever is happening he’s not doing it intentionally. Just talk to him about it.” 

If only it were that easy. 

“I’d love to but he never has time.” 

“Why not talk to him now then.” He says reaching into his bag to take out his cigarettes and lighter. 

“He’s busy downstairs with Yu–” 

“No, I’m not busy now.” 

You jump at the sound of your boyfriend's voice. You turn your head to look at him. A small tray with a mug of probably chamomile tea on top of it. His hair is shorter than the last time you saw him two days ago. He got a haircut and didn’t even tell you about it. That’s how low you have made it on his list. He can’t even send you a stupid picture of his new haircut. He can’t even send you a ‘goodmorning’ or ‘goodnight’ text. He also probably forgot that you were nervous for the meeting with your professor about your essay topic.

All these realizations make you want to roll into a ball and cry. You knew your time with Hoseok was limited. You just didn’t expect for the end to be so torturous. 

“That’s what I told her.” Namjoon speaks, narrowing his eyes at you for a second before turning his attention to his best friend. “She’s jealous of Yuri, because you’ve been spending too much time with her.” He shrugs, walking quickly to the stairs before you can bury him ten feet underground. 

You hear Hoseok let out a heavy sigh, and take the seat next to you. “Honeycakes,” he starts.

“Nice haircut.” You interrupt, slumping into your chair more. It earns another heavy sigh from the man sitting next to you. 

“Is Yuri the reason why you’ve been so upset lately?” He says placing a hand on top of your knee underneath the table. 

You let out a dry laugh before shaking your head. “No, it’s not her. It’s how you’ve been acting lately, it’s the time you’ve been spending with her. It's never having time for me anymore. It’s forgetting our date last week. It’s not even telling me that you got a haircut.” You finish, closing your fists to keep yourself from crying. 

Hoseok gives your thigh a squeeze before leaning back in his chair. “You know how things have been lately. I’m trying so hard to do everything I need to do. I don’t mean to be so dismissive but I can’t juggle everything at the same time.” 

You flick off a piece of lint from your jeans. “It’s nice to know that I’m just something you juggle around.” 

“That’s not what I meant. You knew what would happen when I started my application process. You said you understood.” 

“I did, or I thought I did Hoseok. I didn’t think I would become so secondary to you.” You sniffle. “I love that you’re chasing your dreams, but this is me trying to support you. I’m trying to understand how you’re feeling. But you stop me. You have shut me out and now I’m just something you remember sometimes.” You close your eyes, feeling the tears fall down your cheeks. 

The last thing you wanted was to be crying like this in public. 

“I-I want you to tell me when you’re having a hard time like you used to. I want you to feel like you can relax around me when we’re together. But every time we are together, we either argue, you don’t talk, or you talk about work, deadlines, or how you can’t wait to move. How do you think that makes me feel Hoseok?” 

Hoseok sighs, and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I’m sorry.” He kisses your temple. “I wish you would’ve told me earlier before it got to this point.” He whispers, rubbing your back, while you lean your head onto his shoulder. 

“But Hobi like you said, this is what I signed up for. This is what I agreed to.”  You add bitterly. 

“Yes Honeycakes, but you’re still my girlfriend. And I know that I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately, but I do care about you and I do love you.” He lifts your head from his shoulder. He gently grabs hold of your face, making you look at him. “Just like how you want me to talk to you when something is bothering me, I also want you to talk to me.” 

You close your head sighing, “You’re right, I’m sorry that I keep making things difficult.” 

He shakes his head. “You don’t. I’m the one that can’t seem to keep my girlfriend from doubting me. I’m the one who hasn’t told her how much I yearn to be in her presence at every waking moment.” He says, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “I love you, and I think that’s why I’ve been so avoidant lately. I know that our days are numbered and I would rather ignore the fact that I’m moving away soon than cherish the moments I get to spend with my family, my friends and you.” 

You nod, holding out your pinky out to him. “I promise to keep trying my best.” 

He hooks his pinky with yours bringing your laced fingers up to his lips. “I promise to keep trying my best too.” 

“I love you,” You whisper, letting go of his finger and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

His low laugh makes his chest vibrate against your head, “I love you.” He adds, rubbing soothing circles over your back. “Now, can you please drink your tea before you get a cold. I texted you earlier asking if you needed an umbrella but you didn’t answer. And now look at you coming in here all pouty and wet.”  

You raise your head to look at him, opening your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by the forgotten voice of your friend. “Her phone’s dead.” Namjoon throws his lighter onto the wooden table. 

Hoseok tsks shaking his head, reaching over to push the tray of your lukewarm tea closer to you. “I should’ve known. I knew you didn’t charge it last night, just like I knew that you left your umbrella at my place.” He pinches your cheek. “How did your meeting go?” 

“He basically said that I need to restart my essay topic over again.”

Hoseok laughs, bopping your nose with his own. “Well did he say those exact words?” 

“No but it was basically implied.”  You emphasize. 

“Fine, I’ll talk to your study partner if my baby isn’t being told that she’s a genius all the time, then what am I paying him for.” He jokes, which earns a glare from said study partner. 

“You’re not paying me, idiot.” Namjoon rolls his eyes, grabbing his brown leather messenger back and stuffing his cigarettes into the front pocket. 

He’s grateful that he came back to smiles and not tears. The stoicness of his actions makes the two of you laugh hard. Your laugh resonates longer in his mind. It always does. No matter how much he tries to deny it. You always resonate longer in his mind. But he pushes that fleeting thought aside. 

Namjoon is happy. 

His friends are happy. 

Things in his life were finally looking up. 

“I have to go, but don’t be late next time and charge your phone.” He says hoisting his bag onto his shoulders. 

You nod, saluting in his direction, before bursting out into a fit of giggles as Hoseok tickles your side. 

Namjoon doesn’t stay for longer than he needs to. He’s already running late to meet Rina, but he can’t hide the smile taking up his space.

He can’t help but feel proud that things were finally looking up for you too. 

a/n: I hope you have enjoyed it. I will try not to be so MIA and upload a little more frequently rather than every 6 months haha. But my life has been pretty busy lately. In the past few months. I have moved to a different part of Seoul and I got a new job. I basically just hang out with my friends when I have free time haha. I also do dance class 3 times a week, and I started personal training last week. But I will try to manage my time better because I do miss writing and this story!

[shina913]

You are playing my heart, I thoughts that Jé would everything alright ... How could you?! You left me here on the edge of curiosity about what comes next my dear, ALL the things that you wrote about her leaving the team, the grame that she left behind, JK graduation he going there, her parents, her mom and dad being so Nice to him, "he should be an idol" ... The discussion about dessert I understood everything, but when they were alone loved How she opened her heart to him, she showed to him How hurt she was feeling about his actions and I thought that he would do something right there to fix things,OMG!!!! She left him and now I have Hope on you to fix things here my dear, because I am rooting for them.

Ahh--yes, I definitely pulled the rug from underneath you there...rocked you into a false sense of security 😈

No, but seriously--there's a lot of bottled up hurt from within OC here. If you recall, she buried everything right when Namjoon basically dumped her...and it all came to a head during JK's graduation. Namjoon acting like everything is okay when it really isn't--and it sets her off because she hasn't dealt with this issue head-on like she did with Yoongi. She was more in control here--until she wasn't. 🥺😤

I'll try to wrap up everything nicely on the final update. Thank you, my dear for your feedback. I always appreciate it 💜

[moriartystigress]

gcintia reblogged your post:guys, i am officially 21 now. 

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Thank you!! 

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[akshstudios]

The Moonflower Of Bangtan | Kim Seokjin

[ pairing ] jin × you (fem!reader)

[ series ] [ matters of the heart in the mafia series masterlist ] this story is the second part of the matters of the heart in the mafia series.

[ genre ] mafia au × arranged marriage au × remarriage au × single parent au × deceased husband's best friend au ( angst × fluff × smut )

[ rating ] mature-rated

[ warnings ] arranged marriage that sounds extremely like it's forced. you are a single parent. you are a widow. violence, blood and death are a constant mention. suggestive and harsh dialogue. death of family and loved ones. alcohol consumption. mentions of unhealthy romantic relationship. neglect. mentions of dysfunctional relationships with a parents and siblings. there will be eventual smut. mature rated for a varied number of reasons. degrading words are used against women and objectification of women. nothing is too graphic or explicit but there is mentions and hints. more warnings will be added as the story progresses. highly unrealistic because i'm sensitive to too much gore and real-life shit.

[ summary ] you marry your deceased husband's best friend for the sake of your child.

You had removed yourself from Bangtan the day your son was born —your sole intention being to protect your darling from harm. When things start going wrong and you realise you are not as capable of protecting him as you thought, you agree to remarry. In the cruellest twist of fate, you are arranged to marry your deceased husband's best friend who also happens to be your runaway half-sister's estranged husband for the sake of protecting your child.

—characters consigliere!jin × singlemother!you ( son!hwan )

Jin [ kim seokjin : late twenties : married to jang yeojin : late kim youngho's bestfriend ]

You [ moon saera : late twenties : widow of kim youngho : mother to kim hwan : adoptive daughter of the don and madam ]

[ Beginning ] Moon Saera, Her Son and Bangtan

[ more chapters to come ]

—beyond the series: spoilers but not really

is saera the lead in jin's story?

what are the character's age range?

why is the story named the moonflower of bangtan?

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[miz-joelys-sherlollilists]

Happy Birthday, Molly Hooper

Fics featuring our favorite Morgue Mouse on her birthday. Inspired by a post by @gcintia!

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#11 Birthday visit by MidnightCrumble (Rated K, One-Shot) Parentlock AO3 2017

47. Miscommunication (Cheeto Sex) -or- “Wotsit Gonna Take?” by darnedchild (Rated M, One-Shot) 50 Reasons fic AO3 2016

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A Birthday in Paradise by weekendwriting95 (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2015

A Memorable Birthday by afteriwake (Rated K+, In Progress, Two-Parter) PTFP AO3 2019

A Quiet Birthday Celebration (Covid-19 series) by GoodShipSherlollipop (Rated K+, One-Shot) Married, Parentlock ff.net 2020

A Trick of the Lights by lilsherlockian1975 (Rated T, Complete, Two Parter) Jealous!lock AO3 2016

After the Party (Sequel to The Birthday Girl) by MuteBanana (Rated M, One-Shot) ff.net 2012

And One to Grow On by PetraTodd (Rated M, One-Shot) Send Me The Thorns series, Dom/Sub ff.net 2012

Answer Me by Virtuella (Rated K, Complete, Multi-Chapter) PTFP AO3 2018

August 27th by Ambur (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2013

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Beanbag by mizjoely (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2016

Better Late Than Never by Bellarsam Chrisjulittle (Rated M, One-Shot)  ff.net 2013

Birthday Blues by cactusnell (Rated T, One-Shot) Proposal AO3 2015

Birthday Chapter from “Facial” by Sherlockian 87 (Rated M, Complete, Chapter) AO3 2016

Birthday cuddles by KendraPendragon (Rated M, One-Shot) Unilock, Virgin Sherlock tumblr 2015

The Birthday Girl by MuteBanana (Rated T, One-Shot) ff.net 2012

Birthday Surprise by SimplyShelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) S4/PTFP AO3 2017

The Birthday Suit by hobbitsdoitbetter (Rated M, One-Shot) Dom/Sublock, PWP tumblr 2018

Birthday Wishes by MorbidbyDefault (One-Shot) Barts Is The New Sexy, PWP ff.net 2012

Birthdays by conchepcion (Rated K+, One-Shot) AO3 2014

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Celebratory by Lono (Rated T, One-Shot) ff.net 2014

Cupcakes & Chemistry by afteriwake (Rated K, Complete, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2015

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Day 1: A Day In The Life by ladysolitaire83 (Rated T, One-Shot) ff.net 2016

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February 22 by lilsherlockian1975 (Rated K+, One-Shot) AO3 2015

The First Birthday by jankmusic (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2013

Flowers in Their Hair (Oliver Holmes series) by TheNewJefferson (Rated K, One-Shot) Parentlock AO3 2015

Forgotten Birthday by OccasionallyCreative (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2013

Forgotten Birthdays Are What Friends Are For by afteriwake (Rated K, One-Shot) PTFP AO3 2019

From the Heart (A Sherlock / Molly story) by lilbakonbit (Rated T, One-Shot) PTFP AO3 2017

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The Gallery by cactusnell (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2015

Get The Picture? by lilsherlockian1975 (Rated K, One-Shot) tumblr 2016

Gift from the Heart by simplyshelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) S4/PTFP AO3 2017

Gifts by geekmama (Rated K, One-Shot) pre Honourable Intentions series, AO3 2016

Gifts by AutumnLouise (Rated K, One-Shot) Fill-in-the-Blanks fic, Post Reichenbach, Prop/Eng, Christmas AO3 2018

Given Time by 221bMoonunit (Rated M, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Sci-Fi AO3 2015

Good Enough by musicprincess1990 (Rated K+, One-Shot) PTFP AO3 2018

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Happy Birthday, Molly Hooper by Sula Reyes (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2012

Happy Birthday, Molly Hooper by lonerism (Rated K+, Oneshot) Post Reichenbach ff.net 2013

Happy Birthday, Molly Hooper! by SimplyShelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) S4/PTFP AO3 2017

Her Birthday by dreamsweetmydear (Rated T, One-Shot) ff.net 2012

How About You? by simplyshelbs16 (Rated T, One-Shot) Songfic ff.net 2018

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I'll Make Love To You by AlexaRaven (Rated M, One-Shot) songfic, proposal fic, virgin!lock AO3 2016

It's My Party by Mouse9 (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2018

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Jealous by afteriwake (Rated K, Complete, One-Shot) AO3 2014

June 22 by Bellarsam Chrisjulittle (Rated K, One-Shot) Married Sherlolly, S4/PTFP AO3 2017

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Kisses from Sherlock by naughtynyx (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2012

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Let’s Celebrate by Waitingontatennant (Rated K, Complete, Multi-Chapter) AO3 2014

Lingerie by dyeyell (Rated T, One-Shot) ff.net 2014

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Many Happy Returns by wherestoriescomefrom (Rated K+, One-Shot) tumblr 2018

Many Happy Returns Part II by wherestoriescomefrom (Rated K, One-Shot) tumblr 2018

Many Happy Returns Part III by wherestoriescomefrom (Rated K, One-Shot) tumblr 2018

Mememto Mori (Aftermath series) by geekmama (Rated K, One-Shot) SAW 18, PTFP, Parentlock, Retirement!lock, Married Sherlolly, Soup to Nuts AO3 2018

The Molly Hooper Project by darnedchild (Rated K, One-Shot) PTFP, Godparents AO3 2018

The Moment I Knew by  Nicoli Resnov (Rated T, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Post Reichenbach, Pregnant ff.net 2013

Murphy’s Law by onceinabluemoon13 (Rated T, One-Shot) AO3 2015

My best days are ahead of me by Potix (Rated K, One-Shot) AO3 2015

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Now what were motionless move by forthegenuine (Rated T, One-Shot) Godparents, S4/PTFP AO3 2017

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The Perfect Birthday by afteriwake (Rated K+, One-Shot) Valentine’s Day AO3 2015

Plans by CompanionToMisterHolmes (Rated K+, One-Shot) ff.net 2012

Pleasant Birthday Surprises by afteriwake (Rated K, One-Shot) PTFP AO3 2017 

Possessive Much? by Lady Dudley (Rated K, Complete, Multi-Chapter) Jealous!lock ff.net 2013

The Promise by petnurser (Rated K+, One-Shot) Wedlock, Soup AO3 2015

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Right Here Waiting by LadySolitaire83 (Rated K, One-Shot) Post Reichenbach ff.net 2013

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Sherlock Holmes, Stripper by MrsMCrieff (Rated M, Complete, Multi-Chapter) ff.net 2019

Signs of Four by siriuslyhiddenlawyer (Rated T, One-Shot) S4/PTFP, Married Sherlolly, Pregnancy fic AO3 2017

Stripped by Liathwen (Rated M, One-Shot) PWP AO3 2014

Surprise! by Sherlockian87 (Rated K, One-Shot) PTFP AO3 2018

Surprise! by texadian (Rated T, One-Shot) Valentine’s Day tumblr 2015

Surprise, Surprise by MorbidbyDefault (Rated K+, One-Shot) Pregnancy fic ff.net 2014

Surprises by OccasionalyCreative (Rated T, One-Shot) unplanned pregnancy AO3 2013

Surprising by geekmama (Rated T, One-Shot) S4/PTFP AO3 2017

Sweet Tea (Sherlock the Mad Scientist series) by JJJJ12 (Rated M, One-Shot) PWP, Dom!lock AO3 2018

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Tables by conchepcion (Rated K+, One-Shot) Jealous!lock AO3 2014

Take what you need by ethanamide-writes (Rated K+, One-Shot) tumblr 2018

Third of June by GraceW (Rated K, One-Shot) ff.net 2014

Truth Unwrapped by livlifesweet (Rated K, One-Shot) Parentlock  ff.net 2013

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Unexpected by Kanikag24 (Rated K+, One-Shot) ff.net 2014

Untitled (Jealous Sherlock announces his feelings) by conchepcion (Rated T, One-Shot) Jealous!lock tumblr 2014

Untitled (Sherlock buys Molly a gift) by blogyourfeelingsaway (Rated K, One-Shot) tumblr 2015

Untitled (Sherlock cooks Molly spaghetti on her birthday) by geekyangie (Rated K+, One-Shot) tumblr 2015

Untitled (Sherlock trying to bake Molly a cake) by collapsingnebulae (Rated K+, One-Shot) tumblr 2015

Untitled (The morning after, Molly's birthday) by KendraPendragon (Rated M, One-Shot) Virgin!lock tumblr 2018

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We are going on an adventure! by Potix (Rated T, One-Shot) Teenlock ff.net 2013

Why I Love Molly Hooper by Mouse9 (Rated K+, One-Shot) PTFP AO3 2018

"Why’s there a pregnancy test in the rubbish?" by thescienceofsherlolly (Rated T, One-Shot) S4/PTFP, Pregnancy fic AO3 2017 

[melon-kiss]

Thank you for tagging me, @rabbit-in-blue! Here are ten overly specific things that make me happy (in a completely random order):

1. Singing. I’ve been singing for at least 10 years if we count only the time I’ve been doing this “professionally”. Kay, I lied, I haven’t sung professionally for at least eight years but sining has alwats been a significant part of my life.

2. Rabbits/bunnies. I want to have one and I will, mark my words!

3. Samoyeds. I mean, who would resist to a living, walking cloud?

4. Eating junk food, because junk food was designed to cheer us up.

5. Writing and thinking about plots. I love it. I’ve started when I was 10 years old. I’m 26 now and look at me! I’m still terrible but I love it.

6. Ski jumping and watching sports. I’m a Spurs fan as well.

7. OTPs. I love them, I love watching them as I have no chance for love in my private life whatsoever. But I’m okay with that, no worries.

8. People. I love people. I learn to be truly empathetic, to the point everyone else thinks I’m crazy (NVC, peeps!), but I think we have a potential and with the right tools, we’re able to show it.

9. Netflix, Amazon Prime, NC+Go, HBO Go. 

10. Standing in the wind on a really hot day.

That wasn’t really specific but I guess I’m a very average person. I’m tagging: @mychakk, @claudiafanofmanythings, @rose-on-a-beach, @gcintia, @thequietone0008 

[mychakk]

I was tagged by @purpleyin - thank you :)

rules: tag 9 ppl you want to get to know better

top 3 ships:

I’m not a multishipper, but I do have lots of OTPs… how to choose only 3???

1. BBC Sherlock - Sherlolly (Sherlock/Molly) - basically my biggest OTP atm. I love them. They are perfect for each other, their relationship has so many layers, I love their mutual trust, affection, dependence, respect. They morbidly awkward attitude and their uniqueness. Also the fandom, the Sherlolly corner is the best place to be. Shipping them til the end, that’s for sure.

2. Harry Potter - Harmony (Harry/Hermione) - definitely my biggest OTP ever, and second biggest atm. I still love them. They introduced me to online fandom which was a wonderful experience and has influenced my life since then. Actually, it’s partially thanks to them how I earn money now. HP and Harmony fandom is the reason why I teach English now.

3. This one is a tough one. Bones - Booth/Brennan - Another ship based in trust and mutual respect and affection. God, but was it a pining story, but it paid off and I loved their domestic life too. They have a special place in my heart. Also my most reviewed, favourited story is from this fandom.

last movie:

Spider Man: Far From Home - because I loved the movie, I love MCU, I love Peter Parker and I felt like rewatching it.

currently reading:

Strangers in Boston bt T.S. Mann, one about Angels and tons of fanfics, mostly my old one, hopefully it will inspire me to finish it.

food im craving

Polish dumplings with cottage cheese (I crave the sweet version today), they are called “pierogi”

Tagging: @dmollyc @itsgreglestrade @poleagles ​ @sherlollyandspoilers @fangirlhani @musicprincess1990 @cumbercougars @gcintia @xenalous

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Here it is! Sorry for the delay!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tUmOVTB0fQ

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Business Proposal || knj (10/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, flirting, semi-edited, smut, fingering, eating out, unprotected sex.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 4.5

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

A/n: I hope you enjoy. Please let know your thoughts!

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10 Years Ago

It was bittersweet. 

You’ve been staying over Hoseok’s apartment more than usual, refusing to leave his side. 

In four days he will be boarding a plane, moving across the world. Your mood has been on a constant shift. With every high you feel another low coming up. You’ve burst out in tears at least four times a day in the past month. Your heart feels heavy inside your chest, and everytime Hoseok looks at you for a little longer than usual, you feel your heart break. 

“What about this one?” You say over your shoulder, holding out a mug in his direction. You’ve been helping him pack up his house for the past three days. His loud apartment, stripped to something quiet, almost lifeless. 

Hoseok looks in your direction, his bangs are being held back by a Louis Vuitton headband. He’s wearing a simple black t-shirt and joggers. He looks like a dream. 

“I made that with Namjoon three years ago.” He smiles, and places the blanket he was folding into one of the boxes. “You can have it, it has our initials on the bottom.” He walks over to you and kneels down in front of you. He grabs the mug from your hands and turns it over, showing you the messy KNJ and JHS initials. 

You pout, “It’s yours. Why would you want to give it away?” You say tilting your head in confusion. 

Hoseok chuckles, placing the mug on your lap. “Namjoon broke his the second we left the shop. But I want you to have it, you’ll use it more than I ever did.” He places a kiss on your forehead before taking the seat next you, peering into the box you’ve been packing away. 

You place your head against his shoulder. “You’ve already given me like a fourth of your stuff.” 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders and reels you in closer. “This way I’m keeping all my most valuable things in the family.” He shrugs, twinkling his fingers down your arm.

You give him a small smile, “My mom is going to think I’m dating an old billionaire with all the designer things you’ve just given me for no reason.” 

“Well it's a good thing your mom loves me to pieces.” He says snaking his hand under your t-shirt and resting it on your hip. His cold palm sends a shiver up your spine. “I do have something for her.” He slowly moves his hand up, stopping just below your bra. You shudder when you feel his thumb start to caress your side. 

“She’s gotten enough presents from you.” You roll your eyes, sitting up to look up at him. 

He leans his head close. “There will never be enough presents for the woman who birthed the woman I love.” He whispers before closing the space and kissing you hard. He moves his mug to the side before pulling you to straddle his lap. 

This is exactly why it's taken three days to pack up his entire apartment. Apart from him having a lot of shit. Neither of you can take your hands off each other. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You ground your hips into his, earning a small grunt from him. “I want to do this forever.” You whisper against his lips before pushing his head closer to you. You open your mouth, letting his tongue enter, exploring the inside of your mouth while he bucks his hips up. You’re hungry for each other, and it feels good. Everything about him feels 7 he pulls away. 

His eyes are swimming in lust, probably matching your own. His hands shake, desperate to undress you like he did a few hours ago when you came back from the local bakery down the street. The croissants you had bought for breakfast were forgotten by his front door because he had woken up without you by his side and in a mood. 

“Trust me, if things were different we would be doing this forever.” He whispers, taking your shirt off. He wastes no time to unbuckle your bra. In the last few days your love making has been filled with desperate gestures. Clinging onto each other like it's the last time you will ever be seeing one another. In some ways, there is truth to those actions, but you try not to dwell on those thoughts for too long. 

“Let me go with you.” You gasp, when you feel his mouth wrap around your nipple, sucking on it, humming in delight. He pulls away, kissing up the valley of your breast, his thumb ghosting over your other nipple. 

He gives you a small grin, before pecking your lips a few times. “You know I can’t let you do that.” He says against your lips. “I want nothing more than to bring you along with me, but you deserve to be happy and that won’t be with me across the world.” He says sadly. His hands find purchase against your hips. His thumbs sneaking their way under the waistband of your black sweatpants. He plays with the lace of your panties. 

You sigh, nodding your head, bunching up his shirt in your hands. “I hate it when you’re right.” He helps you take off his shirt. You throw it to the side, smiling at the lotus tattoo on his left pec. It matches the one you have on your back right above your spine. You lean down and kiss it slowly. He lets out a sigh, before placing both of his palms against your cheeks and guiding your face to look at him. 

His eyebrows are furrowed, worry etched all over his face. “Hey, I mean it. If things were different we would be planning a wedding by now.” He says. 

You sigh, blinking fast to keep your eyes from watering. “I don’t want to talk about this right now Hoseok.” 

He caresses your cheeks. “Hey, you only call me Hoseok when something is bothering you.” He tilts his head, moving a strand of your hair behind your head. “What’s wrong?” 

“Now,” You ask curiously as you gesture at the missing clothing items and your compromising position. “Aren’t we in the middle of something?” 

“Yes now, sex can wait. Your pretty little head can be very loud sometimes, especially when you’re quiet.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, scooting closer, grinning when you feel his hard length press into your core. In typical Hoseok fashion, the man can always put his pleasure aside in the oddest moments. Though, it's something you find yourself very fond of. 

“I don’t want to break up.” You whisper, pushing your chest against his. Your hard nipples brushing over the skin of his naked chest. “What if we get into a huge fight and we never talk again. Even if you’re not here physically I still want you to be here.” You confess, pouting. 

Hoseok nods, his hands make their way into your sweat pants and he squeezes your ass, making you gasp. Also in typical Hoseok fashion, he always finds the oddest ways to have a serious conversation. You can count on two hands how many times the two of you have been in the middle of having sex, while having a serious conversation. 

He’s never voiced it, but you suspect it's his way of showing you that no matter what, his mind, body, and soul are intuned with yours. “I know, but you’re not going to lose me. No matter what, you’ll always be in my life. Even if one day we stop talking. I’ll always care about you, your well-being, and your happiness.” He slowly begins to guide your hips against his while he bucks his hips, grinding into you slowly. 

You gasp, your heartbeat begins to increase, your hands slowly move down his chest and stop at the waistband of his joggers. “I don’t want to stop talking, I want to talk to you everyday until we get sick of each other.” You move your hand into his pants. You smile when you remember he skipped out on underwear after this morning. You slowly wrap your hand around his length, squeezing him gently. 

His breath hitches, and haphazardly pulls down your sweatpants, exposing your ass and the navy blue lace panties you put on after showering this morning. “Then we will do exactly that. I’ll text and facetime you everyday until you ghost me.” He pulls your hips closer. “Now, turn around.” He slaps your ass gently, moaning your name when you rub his tip with your thumb. 

“W-What?” You lean up on your knees, while he pushes your sweatpants down, your grip on his length loosens. Your breasts are right in front of his face while he continues to undress you. He licks one of your nipples before bringing his palm down and slapping them gently. 

“Baby I want you to turn around. I you to watch yourself as I fuck you.” He demands, guiding you, turning around in his lap. You’re met with your reflection. His bedroom mirror somehow has made it out to his emptying living room. You watch while he undresses himself behind you, admiring the way your chest rises and falls. 

You look desirable. Your nipples are hard against the air. Your chest is flushed with heat. Your lips are swollen from how hard the two of you were kissing. Your eyes are dark and filled with lust. Your tummy is exposed, revealing your small rolls and the hickeys he left on you last night. The only thing you’re wearing are your panties and those do nothing to cover up your desire. 

Hoseok settles down behind you. One of his arms comes up to wrap around your waist and pulls you closer. You can feel his hardness press into the small of your back. He kisses down your neck, his fingers caressing your stomach. “You’re so sexy.” He whispers against your skin, pushing your legs apart, exposing the center of your pussy to yourself in the mirror. “Look at yourself, this is what I see every time. And every time I fall in love with you and your body more.” He moves his hand further down. His index finger settling over your wetness. 

He wastes no time as he moves your panties to the side. His fingers move up to your clit, circling it a few times before moving his fingers down your slit. He gathers your wetness. He repeats his actions a few times, your quiet moans grow louder every time he plays with you. Finally he inserts both of his fingers, making your hips buck into his hand. His other hand plays with your nipples, while his lips kiss their way up and down your neck, your chin, your shoulder.

He moves slowly at first, grinning against your skin when you start moaning his name like a prayer. He loves making you wither underneath him. You feel so good, it's over powering your body. You throw your head back in pleasure. And he stops. You whine when you feel his fingers leave your heat. Only to have his palm come down, a wet slap resounding against his empty walls. “Don’t close your eyes, watch yourself babygirl.” 

You moan loudly, bucking your hips. He presses your hips against his and inserts his fingers again. His pace is unrelenting. His dirty whispers get louder. You're moaning so loud, that you’re thankful for the soundproof walls. 

You can’t deny it, watching yourself is turning you on even more now. You’re a withering mess against him. Your cheeks are red, there’s a few sweat droplets gathering at your hairline. Your body is starting to glisten with sweat as well. You look so fucked out that you begin to understand why Hoseok was adamant at taking a few pictures of you in this state a few months ago. 

You look sexy as fuck, and somehow this is the most empowering thing you have ever had happen to you. 

“Let me cum please.” You gasp, when his other hand comes down. His finger starts playing with your clit. You’re a wet squelching mess, and it takes everything inside Hoseok to not stop in order to drink you.

“Do it, show me how hard you cum for me.” His length is so hard that it’s leaking against your back. And it makes your mouth water. You want to wrap your lips around him until he releases himself down your throat. But he never lets you, only a few times. He prefers pleasuring you than himself. He says there’s nothing sexier than you coming around his tongue. 

And with how much of a mess he’s making out of you. You can’t help but agree. 

He takes his fingers out and slaps your pussy a few times, before inserting his fingers again. This time adding a third. Your hole is gapping open, clenching with every single movement he does. The pressure builds up in the pit of your stomach, until finally you lose control. Cumming hard, moaning his name in a scream. You gush around his fingers, pushing him out. He continues to rub your clit, whispering praises into your ear as you continue to ride your high. 

It’s so dirty. It’s so sexy. You want to relive every single moment you have like this for the rest of your life. 

You whimper, withering with over stimulation and he stops. Kissing your cheek gently, then your temple and finally your lips. He kisses you softly before pulling away. “You always do so good for me.” He grins. 

“I want more.” You whine. 

He chuckles, bringing his wet fingers up to your mouth. You take them, swirling your tongue, moaning at your own taste. “You will get more. Just wait.” He promises. 

A promise that he doesn’t break for the next three hours.

So much for packing. 

You’ve never experienced a goodbye that hurt. Until you watched Hoseok walk through the security gates at the airport with tears welling up in his eyes. It was the only time in your relationship that you wanted to tell him to throw away everything he’s ever worked for to stay here with you. 

Your chest hurts as you watch the back of his head slowly disappear through the crowd of people. Your lungs were on fire when he didn’t look back, even if you had him promise not to do so. A little part of you still hoped that he would break that promise to tell you he loved you one last time. 

He didn’t, and the months you shared with Jung Hoseok were officially over. 

That realization led you to your breaking point. If it wasn’t for the two arms that were wrapped around your shoulders in comfort. You would’ve fallen to the floor in tears. 

Jungkook, the person you never expected to befriend, held you tightly. He lets you grip on his arm and use his sleeve to wipe away your tears. But your sobs were painful, and he quickly brought you into a hug, leaving a sweet kiss on top of your head. 

“You can stay with us until you feel better.” He whispers, patting your back in comfort. “You can help Joon and I unpack.” He suggests. You know he’s only offering because it will help keep you busy.

Coincidentally Namjoon and Jungkook moved into their new place last night. You helped them unload the truck along with Hoseok and Jimin but for some reason Namjoon refused to unpack. The four of you sat on their living room floor eating pizza and fried chicken, no alcohol because Jungkook is on a diet. 

Hoseok held onto you the entire night. He refused to let you go and out of his line of sight. He kissed everywhere that was appropriate in front of your friends. You tried your hardest to memorize his smell and the timbre of his voice. Knowing that one day as time passes, you will forget. 

“Okay,” You choke out pulling away from his embrace. Namjoon has been standing to the side, hands in his pocket, his eyebrows furrowed. He hasn’t spoken a word to you since last night after he came back from a smoke break with your boyfriend–ex boyfriend. 

“Let’s go then.” Jungkook unravels his arms from your shoulders. Shoots a look towards his brother. A silent acknowledgment between the two and the older turns on his heels and leaves. 

“Is he okay?” You whisper, watching his back walk through the airport and exiting. 

“Yeah,” Jungkook starts, “He will be, he’s just a little confused.” 

You turn your head quickly to face your best friend, a raised eyebrow in question. “About what?”

“I have no idea, he won’t tell me the reason.” 

A reason neither of you will find out about for years.

You don’t further the subject, wiping away your tears on your sleeve. You don’t want to walk out of the airport yet. You want to stay until Hoseok’s plane leaves. Even if he won’t leave for the next two hours. You will keep your feet planted until you watch his plane disappear through the clouds in the sky. 

Though you’ve gotten closure from Hoseok. After you left your friend's apartment last night. The two of you sat in his car in the parking lot talking of a McDonald’s, essentially breaking up. A wound that burned so bright it could light up the missing ‘l’ of the fast food sign. 

Jungkook squeezes your shoulder and guides you towards the exit. With every step you feel your heart break more and more. The cherry on top is when you feel your phone vibrate before you finally step through the automatic doors of the airport. 

You fish it out quickly. Thea name on your screen tugs at your heartstrings, creating a bittersweet melody. 

My Sunshine 

You don’t hesitate to open the text. It takes everything in you to not turn around and run past TSA to kiss Jung Hoseok one last time. But the text on the screen is enough. It’s the final line of your book with him and the line you will find yourself going back to whenever you miss him. Until the day that you don’t. 

I will always love you.xx

“Okay you’re being annoying now.” Taehyung says as he storms into your room. You haven’t left your room for the last two weeks. 

Jimin has come to visit you to cheer you up. The two of you watched the entire Star Wars Franchise in just three days. Jungkook keeps sending you memes through text. Taehyung has been trying to persuade you to go out with him to find a rebound. And the only person you want to cry to has been ignoring your entire existence.  

Namjoon has been ignoring you. 

Jungkook says he’s going through his own set of emotions, so you’re not upset. You just hope that he still wants to be your friend. 

Two losses in a month is not something you need right now. 

“What are you doing here?” You say bringing your duvet over your head. Taehyung has been here for two hours, except in those two hours he’s been downstairs talking to your mother and brother. You’re pretty sure your mother had him do odd jobs with your brother until he could finally get away. 

Taehyung gets a hold of your duvet and pries it off your body. A frustrated noise leaves your mouth as you sit up slamming your hands on top of your mattress. “Has anyone told you that you’re the most annoying person on this fucking planet.” You say crossing your legs underneath you. 

“Yes, actually. At this point I take it as a compliment. Now get up.” He rolls his eyes, opening your closet, throwing you the first shirt he gets a hold off and a pair of jeans. “Get changed before I change you myself.” 

You throw the shirt back to him. “No, get out.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes and kneels on your bed. He grabs your waist and hoists you up. It surprises you for a second because when did your childhood best friend get so strong? 

“Let me go Tae or I won’t talk to you anymore. I’m so serious about this.” You yell. He ignores your fussing and walks out of your bedroom into your shared bathroom with your friend. The latter standing next to his bedroom door, a smirk on his lips. “Help me idiot.” You yell. Your brother simply shrugs and walks into his bedroom. 

Taehyung sets you down in the shower, turning on the water. The icy cold catches you off guard, and you scream in frustration. “Now you have no choice but to get ready.” He pushes aside your anger, closing the glass door in front of you. Leaving you seething and wet. 

“I’ll bring your clothes. We are going out tonight.” 

You grumble, pulling down on your black mini dress as you follow your so-called best friend through the club street of your home town. 

In the last two hours you’ve found out that all of your friends including your mother have conspired against you. All of them have secretly planned a night out in order to get you out of your self-wallowing pity hole. Taehyung who wakes up to choose violence everyday is the one to execute the final step of their plan. 

It’s annoying. You’re beyond angry, but your mom made it pretty clear that you weren’t allowed to come back until you went to at least one club. 

So here you are. Following Taehyung in a dress you bought years ago but never wore because it was out of your comfort zone. Apparently Jungkook, Jimin and Jimin’s girlfriend Lia are already waiting outside the first club. 

“Let’s go princess.” Taehyung snaps his fingers. You roll your eyes, hitting his hand away. 

“I’m not a dog Tae.” You spit out, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Why did you ever buy this dress in the first place? Sure, it was cute, and a spur of the moment purchase, but you should’ve known better.

Taehyung sighs, catching up to you and snakes an arm around your shoulders tugging you into his side. “I know this is the last thing you want to do.” He starts halting your movements and turning you to face him. 

“Can you blame me Tae, it literally hurts to breathe sometimes.” You choke out, blinking back tears. Crying before the club is worse than crying inside the club. You have no lights or music to distract the bystanders from witnessing your breakdown. 

“We know princess, but the last thing Hoseok would want is for you to put your life on pause.” 

“D-Don’t say his name, please.” You whisper, looking down at the dirt floor. Your chunky black heels have attracted mud while you walk through the streets, and you wish you would’ve begged harder for Taehyung to let you wear your sneakers. 

Taehyung sighs, and brings you in for a hug. “I know it’s hard. But just one club try to enjoy yourself for at least an hour. You love dancing, let it all go and just dance with me tonight.” He whispers, rubbing your shoulders. 

You hate that a part of you agrees with him. You hate that he’s right about Hoseok wanting you to move on from him. But you’ve never fallen so hard for someone before. You’ve never known what it's like to love until him, and it’s hard to just forget. Still, rotting in bed is not the answer to all of your life's problems. Neither is clubbing, but your friends have different ways of coping with hard situations. 

“Fine, just one club.” 

You should’ve known better. 

One club always meant three clubs. One drink always meant five drinks. 

The lights are blinding, and your black mini dress is sticking to your skin from all of the sweat. Your waterproof mascara has forgotten that it’s waterproof. Your feet are so numb that you can’t feel your toes. But you haven’t thought about your break up and your sadness in the past four hours.

Taehyung’s hands are on your hips as he guides you to the beat of the music. You’ve been stuck to his side the entire time. Nothing more than a playful feeling brewing between the two of you. It’s platonic. It doesn’t mean anything, and it feels good to just let loose after such a long time. 

You look around the emptying club, spotting Jimin and Lia making out in the corner. Jungkook is talking up a girl by the DJ booth. You do feel almost bad that you’ve hogged Taehyung the entire night. You’re sure he wants to chat up the girls that have been sending you death glares the entire night. But Taehyung is loyal. He always has been and he promised he’d stay by your side the entire night. 

“I’m going to go get some water.” You say into Taehyung’s ear, yelling above the music so he can hear you. He sheepishly looks at you and nods his head. 

His hands drop down to his side, and he leans into your ear. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He slurs. You give him a thumbs up and walk around his body towards the bar. You approach the bar, stumbling through the bodies blocking your way. When you finally make it to your destination, you sit on one of the barstools. 

You lean your chin on top of the palm of your hand, watching the bartender waiting for him to finally acknowledge your existence. He doesn’t come fast enough because you’re soon distracted by a tap against your shoulder. You turn around, locking eyes with soft brown eyes and a sweet smile. The man is beautiful, straight out of a magazine editorial, but there’s something familiar about him. You aren’t sure if it’s his laid-back style or the swoop of his hair, but you’re positive that you’ve seen him before. 

Maybe in your dreams?

Or maybe the alcohol in your system is causing the delusion to come up to the surface. More evidence that you need water. So, you ignore his presence and turn to face the bar. He does the opposite and takes the empty seat next to you. You blink at him, opening your mouth to say something, but he stops you. 

“Is that your boyfriend?” He says, pointing behind you. You follow his finger, your eyes landing on Taehyung, talking to some girls right outside of the bathroom. You smile, turning to face the stranger again. 

“No, he's my friend.” You shrug. 

The stranger nods, before holding his hand out in a handshake. “In that case, I’m Ian.” 

You don’t know what comes over you. But you take his hand, “Nice to meet you Ian.” You introduce yourself. A mistake you’ll one day regret at a coffee shop with Namjoon and matching red rimmed eyes. 

The beginning of your fall from grace.

But how would you have known? Getting back on your feet was the whole purpose of this night.

Right?

a/n: I hope you all understand who the last character introduction is if you remember the whole premise of the story lmao. But this is our last chapter in the past. We will be going back to the present!

[shina913]

You wanted to kill me with this chapter. What a cliffhanger!!! He was afraid of not being aware of her nerds and did that, miscomunication is bad ...finally he topo the right decision...

Yes--bad communication is not good but lack of it is much worse, which is why this happened to Namjoon's past relationship. Again, he's afraid of history repeating itself 😔

[the-brightest-place]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

Thanks for tagging me @aminaxacid!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes, I got my middle name after my great-grandmother.

2. When was the last time you cried?

About two weeks ago. Too many emotions at once... I couldn't cope with them any other way.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, I'm too young. But I want to have them in the future.

4. Do you like sarcasm?

I love it! It's like punching people in the face, but with words!

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

The sound of their voice and the way they talk.

6. What is your eye color?

Blue.

7. Scary movie or happy ending?

Scary movie with happy ending!

8. Any special talents?

Writing poetry and stories.

9. What country were you born in?

I was born in Poland.

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading books, singing and playing guitar, traveling.

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes, I've got a dog. He's name is Bolt, I adopted him from an animal sheleter and I love him wholeheartedly. 💕

12. What sports do/have you played?

I used to go horse riding, now I enjoy swimming and jogging.

13. How tall are you?

I'm 162 cm tall. Greetings from Europe!

14. Favourite subject in school?

Polish, English and geography.

15. Dream job?

I'd love to become a professional writer.

I tag: @awesomeperson157 @sadlittlebisexual @hisqueenofmirth @211-k @uhnhappy @bellflower-s @the-casual-cat @idontwannadothedishes @foreverlyawkward @6depresso-expresso6 @optimixm @ana-the-fish @emprower @gcintia @blissfultones

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Reflected Through Time ch. 7

Posted this on Ao3 the other day and I am finally getting around to posting it here! It's been a fun wibbly wobbly adventure, but I think it is time to bring it to a close. Thank you everyone who read and @gcintia for requesting it in the first place! 

Molly glanced at the mirror above her mantel on her way out the door for work, wondering about the world she had left on the other side. And the life of the Molly Hooper that belonged to that world.  

It was a surreal feeling, thinking back on the memories of the night before, especially as she stepped out onto the street she knew so well. The sounds of the construction crew working as people whizzed past on their bikes and wandered by with their cell phones in front of them, navigating around the closed off street and on to their daily lives. It was all part of the life she knew...and yet somewhere on the other side of her mirror she was also there , living her life, albeit a somewhat different life. Who knows how many lifetimes she had experienced, how many times she had been reflected throughout history, throughout time…and who she had shared those lives with...

The sound of the wrecking ball crashing into the building drew her out of her musings and back to the time and place she was in presently. She stood frozen in the middle of the street as she looked up to see the manager from Speedy’s rushing out of the store, cursing at the frenzied construction crew as they ran about attempting to halt construction. Through the settling dust and debris, she could make out the wrecking ball sitting lodged not in its intended target of the dilapidated building across the street, but in the gaping hole that had moments before been her living room window.

Her jaw hung open as a gasp caught in her throat, realization setting in as she looked on, rooted in place as the frenzied chaos moved around her.

“I guess they were serious about the warnings for all those allergy medications,” a familiar baritone mused behind her.

Molly turned, coming face to face with the man she had come to know so well.

“Then again, they likely meant one shouldn’t drive a car while medicated, but a wrecking ball certainly does call to mind the mental image of heavy machinery, don’t you think?”

He stood assessing the damage with a casual interest, his hands tucked in the pockets of his black belstaff. The dark curls she had seen hints of the night before now hung in a halo about his head, free of their confinements.

His clothes were modern and well tailored. His eyes seemed younger, having faced a different lifetime, different hardships, yet beyond them lived the same soul. Yes, there was no doubt in her mind that he was every bit the same man at his core as the detective who had held her the night before.

He turned to her, offering her a friendly half smile. “Sherlock Holmes--”

“Consulting detective,” Molly murmured in unison with him, hardly believing her eyes.

Sherlock quirked an intrigued eyebrow at her, prompting her to add quickly. “I, um, came across your study on ash the other day at work.” She blinked and looked down shyly, realizing that she must have been staring.

“I’m Molly. Molly Hooper,” she managed, offering her hand.

He paused briefly, looking her over before he shook her hand. “And what did you think of my analysis, Molly Hooper?”

Molly found herself smiling at the sound of her name on his lips, spoken the same way as when she had first heard it from his Victorian self.

“Um, good. Rather intriguing as a start. I’d be interested to see what other results you might find using more advanced equipment. Your notes seemed to imply your lab set up was fairly basic.” She closed her eyes, remembering where she had been heading before, turning to look back up at her flat with a groan. “I need to call my boss…” she sighed under her breath.

He nodded understandingly, looking back up at the wrecking ball.

“Mrs. Hudson is going to have a field day with this mess when she gets back from the market,” Molly predicted, dialing on her mobile.

Sherlock hummed in agreement. “Best to wait until after she’s had one of her soothers to ask for a favor.”

Molly chuckled despite the anxious feeling she felt as she stared up at the damage. “Might be awhile before the flats are move in ready again.”

“Perhaps it’s better that I’m asking her to hold a flat for me then. Repairs should be done well before I return to society come summer,” he assessed. “You, on the other hand will likely need to make other arrangements.”

“No kidding,” Molly breathed, listening as the phone rang. Struck by his candid words, she asked, confused, “Return to society?”

Sherlock nodded, lifting a slightly shaky hand to his lips as he lit a cigarette. “My release from the ‘wellness center’ has been scheduled for some time in June, or so I’ve been told…”

Molly’s hand hovered at her ear as she looked him over, this time with a more medical eye.

Shaking hands, though he was doing his best to control it. Dilated pupils. Beads of sweat dotting his pale brow…

Drug withdrawal.

He was hiding it well, wanting to put on a good front for Mrs. Hudson, but the symptoms were still there, even if he was out of the woods enough to be out and about rather than curled up on the bathroom floor.

“I see,” she replied thoughtfully. “Well, I...I hope it helps. There’s no shame in it, you know. We all need a little help now and then.”

Sherlock looked at her, surprised by the sentiment, but before he could reply Molly heard Mike’s voice on the other end of her mobile, drawing her attention away. “Yes, sorry. Hi, Mike, it’s Molly. I’m, um… I’m going to be a bit late coming into the lab today…”

Molly excused herself and started walking towards the door to inspect the damage inside as she talked, doing her best to explain what had happened to her flat to Mike.

Sherlock stood, watching as she went before he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Billy,” he greeted the young man that belonged to his homeless network.

“Morning, sir,” Billy replied. “You asked me to give you this last night.”

Sherlock took the folded scrap of paper that was handed to him, puzzled. “I gave this to you?”

“Yessir. You caught me on the street, dressed all fancy like you’d been at one of those costume parties or somethin’. You just handed me that note and said to ‘be sure this gets to Sherlock Holmes,’ and then you were gone. Bit strange, even for you. Must have been some case, eh?”

“Must have,” Sherlock murmured. “Thank you, Billy.”

“Any time, Sir.” Billy nodded and loped down the street on his way.

Sherlock looked the note over, bewildered by the unfamiliar scrap of paper that bore his own distinct scrawl. Discarding his cigarette, he opened it and began to read.

Molly tread lightly as she opened the door into her flat. The wrecking ball sat lodged with it’s top half squarely where her windows had been, a smattering of glass and dust around it on the floor. It was messy, certainly, but at least there hadn’t been anything of value along that wall. An upside to having put off decorating, she supposed. Aside from what would be a massive hole in her wall, Molly sighed with relief as things seemed to be overall still in order.

Her heart sank as she turned to see the back of the mirror face down on the floor in front of the fireplace.

She strode across the floor, kneeling carefully as she lifted the frame with bated breath. As she feared, the mirror had been completely shattered by the fall. She let out a ragged breath, setting the frame back down as she sat back on her heels and ran a hand over her hair.

Just then a scrap of paper sitting in front of the fireplace caught her eye. She leaned over to retrieve it, standing as she read the familiar scrawl.

Thank you, Molly. For everything.

She pressed her eyes closed with a sigh, rubbing her thumb across the paper.

She looked from the mirror on the floor to the door, unsure what to think. It was all so much to take in...

Pulling herself together with sniff, she pocketed the note and went in search of a broom and dustpan.

When she finally descended the stairs, Molly caught sight of Mrs. Hudson bidding a fond farewell to Sherlock. She smiled softly to herself at the maternal display, but kept her head down, not wanting to interrupt.

However, Molly was no match for Mrs. Hudson’s keen eye as she heard the older woman say pleasantly, “Oh Molly dear! I’m glad I caught you. I had a word with the foreman earlier. He has agreed to cover all the repair expenses for us, plus any other projects we might have as a result of the damage.”

“Oh,um, that’s great. I was just going to the hardware store for a tarp to cover things up. I’ll, um...be sure to save my receipt,” Molly replied as she brushed passed.

“Good thinking dear,” Mrs. Hudson agreed. “I might have a few of them put up some shelves for me. I don’t really need them, but there’s something about a man in a tool belt, don’t you think?”

She gave her a wink before disappearing back into her flat, leaving Molly and Sherlock standing alone in the entryway.

“Get things all settled, then?” Molly asked after a moment, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

“Yes, I believe so,” Sherlock answered, clasping his hands behind his back.

Molly nodded. “Good. I’m glad. I, um, I guess I’ll see you around. Once you’re back, I mean.”

He watched her intently as she began to walk away, as if she were a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Molly, before you go,” he interjected, causing her to turn back around.

He withdrew a notepad from his pocket, scribbling as he closed the distance between them to stand in the doorway with her.

“I know a man with some flats available to rent, since yours is currently more open to the elements than you might prefer. Call this number. Tell Tim that Sherlock referred you. He owes me a favor. Should get you a good rate.”

He ripped the paper out and handed it to her as he walked out the door.

“Oh! Th-thank you.” Molly stared at the paper in her hand and out at the departing detective.

Sherlock began to climb into the back of the waiting black car when he heard Molly call out after him.

He paused, looking up to see her rushing from the door out to the curb to meet him.

“I, um,” she began, coming to stand beside him. “I just wanted to thank you before you go. So…”

She hesitated a moment before standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. Surprised by the gesture of gratitude, Sherlock turned his head slightly as she lifted herself up, her lips landing softly near the corner of his mouth.

Molly pulled away, blushing slightly at the misplaced kiss, but willed herself to look up at him.

“Take care of yourself, Sherlock. Maybe you can come visit me at the lab sometime once you’re better.”

“Um, yeah, sure,” Sherlock replied, befuddled as he watched Molly step away from the car. “But I don’t know where that is…”

Molly smiled, backing up to start on her way down the street. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure out how to find me. After all, you’re Sherlock Holmes.”

She gave him a little wave as she turned away, murmuring to herself “You always do.”

Sherlock watched her go until the driver returned from Speedy’s, alerting him it was time to go.

Sherlock nodded, climbing back into the car.

As they drove away, he pulled the note from his coat pocket, reading it as his hand absently went to the place where her lips had been.

Find Molly Hooper.

Look after her. Keep her close.

She matters more than you could ever imagine.

John sat sipping his tea in the overstuffed chair he had unofficially claimed as his own during his time in the familiar flat, recently returned from his honeymoon. He couldn’t help but notice that his friend seemed to be listening to his stories even less than normal, as he stared absently, deep in thought with his fingers pressed lightly against the surface of the mantle mirror.

Attempting to draw his friends attention back to the present, John cleared his throat and asked, “Any interesting cases while Mary and I were away, Holmes?”

“Hm?” Sherlock hummed. “Oh, yes, Watson, there was one. Mr. Blake of the Diogenes club was murdered a few days ago.”

“Really? By whom?” John wondered, sitting forward.

“His wife and her lady’s maid. It would seem that Mr. Blake had an affair with the maid’s younger sister who had come to work in the household for the summer. When the young lady found she was with child, he fired her and refused to acknowledge the child, threatening to ruin her reputation if she spoke out. Mrs. Blake and her maid confronted him, eventually taking justice into their own hands. The maid and her sister have fled to America, Mrs. Blake to Spain. Scotland Yard is in the process of tracking them down now, but I sincerely doubt they will find them.”

“Goodness,” John breathed, setting down his tea cup. “That does sound like quite the case. It sounds as though you’ve managed without us just fine though.”

Sherlock hummed thoughtfully. “Yes, well, I had a little help.”

He turned back toward the mirror, when he noticed a small note tucked in amongst the skull on his mantle.

Furrowing his brow, he picked it up, inspecting it as he opened the seal.

Dearest Brother mine,

I know I vowed not to interfere in your affairs, but in this case I felt I had to make an exception. You simply would not have gotten there on your own. But now that you’ve had some time to reflect, I trust that you can handle things from here on out without me pulling the strings. You’ve seen what you need to see. You know where you need to go. The rest is up to you.

Don’t keep her waiting - EH

“Note from Mycroft?” John asked, coming up behind him to read over his shoulder after having waited several moments in silence.

“Hm? Um, yes,” Sherlock replied, folding the note casually. “Just a reminder. The new doctor at St. Bartholomew’s had some particularly helpful insights to offer for this latest case. It is time that I go down to the morgue to thank them personally and introduce myself. I anticipate I will be working with Doctor Hooper exclusively in the future.”

“I see,” John replied, watching as his friend gathered his coat. “I’ll be right with you then. I’d like to meet them myself.”

Getting a personal thank you from Sherlock Holmes for insights on a case. This Doctor Hooper must be a rare talent indeed, John thought to himself as he followed on Sherlock’s heels out the door.

July 2, 2010

Molly had just finished preparing the body of their latest John Doe for Detective Lestrade and was busy filling out the paperwork when she heard the DI walk in.

“So what are we working with, Molly?” Lestrade asked.

“John Doe. Cause of death, asphyxiation. Victim was found strangled in a hotel suite by the cleaning crew. The name given at the desk was Blake Richards but it was a false identity,” Molly replied, not bothering to look up as she finished writing her last few notes on the clipboard.

“The weapon was his own neck tie, wasn’t it?” a familiar voice asked.

Molly looked up in surprise to see Sherlock standing behind Lestrade, looking the picture of health in a suit and white button down shirt.

“Y-yeah it was. Hi.” Molly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as a smile bloomed across her face.

“Hello,” Sherlock replied. “It would seem that I found you.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you did,” Molly laughed shyly.

She stood there smiling up at him for a moment before Sherlock asked “Anything of note to go on?”

Molly remembered herself and approached the body with him, moving the sheet down. “Our killer is likely female, judging by the bruise patterns on the wrists. Other than that it was a clean job. No visible evidence was left on his clothing or at the scene.”

Sherlock nodded, looking the body over. “Likely a jilted lover. What about perfume?”

Molly smiled despite herself. It was all becoming too familiar. “Chanel. His clothes are being tested up in the lab. But there were noticeable traces of Chanel when they brought him in.”

“Well that’s a start,” Sherlock said, straightening with a satisfactory smile. “Lestrade cross reference the man’s credit cards. Look for anything that may link him to someone with the surname Blake. This man would want to keep an alias something he could remember. I’ll look over the crime scene. That is if your team hasn’t ruined it by now.”

“My team does just fine, Sherlock,” Lestrade replied defensively.

“Is Anderson leading today?” Sherlock retorted.

Lestrade sighed and shook his head, dismissing Sherlock with a wave of his hand.

Sherlock smirked. “That’s what I thought. I’ll be in touch.”

He strolled out but turned in the doorway to add, “Oh and Molly?”

“Yeah?” Molly asked.

“If that offer still stands, I’d like to come by the lab later to run some tests of my own on ‘Mr. Blake’s’ clothing. 5 o’clock work for you?”

“Um, yeah sure. That’s fine.” Molly nodded, clutching her clipboard to her chest.

“Wonderful.” With a nod to them both he was out the door.

Lestrade looked from the door to Molly, bewildered at what had transpired. “I’m sorry, do you two know each other?” he asked finally.

“We met briefly last fall. But Sherlock’s one of those people that it seems like you’ve known them a lifetime I suppose,” Molly replied, smiling to herself before remembering her paperwork and returning to the task at hand.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Lestrade chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I’ll see you around.”

“Alright. Take care, Greg,” Molly replied, already back to work.

Molly Hooper and Sherlock Holmes. Now there’s a pair for you, he thought to himself with a smile.

He'd certainly be interested in seeing how that friendship played out.

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Name: Emma 

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Favorite plant: Roses and Dahlias 

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Favorite fictional character: Sherlock Holmes, Harry James Potter, Zuko (I love me some dark haired boys with a dark past)  

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