#hold my hand anon ponder the orbs with me forever

[vroombeams]

my brain is oscarmarking at light fucking speed about the like? oscar second driver confirmation? or whatever it is happened on thursday

because like. i think oscarmark where oscar is a menace is really delicious but consider both of them livid with McLetdown but mark, trying (mostly not succeeding) to be normal and stable around him as ever, is like. taking care of him and pulling out his phone to send angry emails as soon as oscar zzzzzzs

i dont know. im fleshing it out but i dont have all the pieces rn i think

McLetdown pleathe anon lmao 😭

no but really this is.... delicious to me so very tasty. like especially when you pull the angle back-back-back to look at the dynamic when oscar's younger and mark IS taking more specific care of him, like he has more reach sort of because he's part of all of these negotiations so he just naturally has that extra bit of control that ends up stretching to all aspects of oscar's life

and then you push back in and oscar's been comparatively independent and mark's still like a support system but not nearly as deeply woven in, little bit less involved. and then this happens and oscar's mad and he's pretty right to be but it's too late in the season to do much about it without burning a whole hell of a lot of bridges so it turns into this like, simmering resigned resentment and probably he is so so tired. like so tired what an exhausting experience

but mark's there with him and it makes the anger feel more valid like he doesn't have a whole team telling him to be a team player he's got mark there seething with him! mark trying to keep himself level but he's just so pissed on behalf of oscar, obv, and for oscar it helps to have that shared but he's still just. tired

which is to say scenically it's so nice to consider oscar fuming quietly and mark fuming Loudly and just ranting and raving at the same time as he's like, making sure oscar's got a meal in front of him and all the basics. and then also talking shit in bed later like the world's snarkiest lullaby while oscar dozes off. and then continues talking shit via email and socmed after he falls asleep. you know how it be

sorry this turned into a bit of a nonsensical ramble but you've come to me in these trying times with delicious food and i am a bitch who can never Ever turn down a hurt/comfort caretaking vibe so thank you for that 😭

[ficsnroses]

Irreplaceable  - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary : You find yourself in bed with your ex, Keanu, which resurfaces old feelings.

Prompt : “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” requested by anon.

Warnings : nsfw, smut. unprotected sex. angst. fluff.

Word Count : 2k. 🤡 im not even calling them drabbles anymore lmao, feedback and comments are so so so appreciated! This is prompt fic #24. Enjoy:)

also we’re going to ignore the fact that as I was editing this I realized this is basically a softer and sweeter version of my last fic and we’re not gonna @ me because I was half way through editing and didn’t wanna edit a different fic :))) im just a tired uni student tryna write sometimes pls be kind ily

His fingers rub feverish circles to your sensitive clit, exasperated groans and breathy moans fallen suit off your pleasure drunk lips. Keanu hovers over your bare body, throbbed cock swollen to a rosy hued tip, gliding effortlessly in and out your soaking wet folds. Proving imperative, his thrusts hit deep, profound, pounding severely through stifled breaths and skin sticking together through thin layer of damp. Whimpers and soft moans flee through tender breaths, encapsulated by his full lips on yours; breasts bouncing relentlessly to his demanding pace as he hovers above; your fingers clawing mauve marks bedecked into his toned biceps.

Keanu knows how to work you; how to treat you so well. Tonight, he’d invited you to his home in desperate need of relief, long composed history between you both had established ground for meetings such as today. “I need you tonight.” He rasped over the broken telephone line. “Please.”

Each time he calls, each time you return, his words crawl up the deep howls of your mind, your throat swallowing dryly as your heart yearns for another meeting. His hair ruffles in espresso hued fluffs tonight, falling ragged in his clenched eyes, complimented beautifully by the rasp of his tender sighs when he moans to the feel of you,

so warm. So snug for him. You wonder if he’d been running his hands through it as he awaited your arrival, if he’d bit his lip with the curve of his sharp jaw clenched; if he absentmindedly fiddled with the base of his sturdy ring finger as he did in deep thought. You remember more of him than you’d care to admit; than you’d want to admit.

Long ago, Keanu and you almost made it. Almost pledged to the bond that held you together; almost made it to the brink of promise. But it wasn’t meant to be. No matter how hard you and Keanu tried, you weren’t meant to be. The agonizing dissolve of your love was hard. The sky never worked in your favour, the fairy-tale ending never chanced.

The weight of his body holds you down, held close in his arms as he pumps into your inviting sanctuary fiercely, holding so dearly. His hot breath kisses the skin of your neck and you feel a wave of warm, moaning, leisurely whining, whimpering, and whimpering-

“Don’t stop, please,”

“I’m close, Y/N.” He chokes through a tensed jaw and gritted teeth. His erection is stiff, splitting your tight cunt inch by inch as his veiny bulk pounds, friction excruciatingly blissful with your sex starved bodies moulding together so naturally; fluently.

On evenings like this, Keanu and you would be reminded of what could have been. Find comfort within each other, release the months of built up crave that would reside deep, condensed within your dreary longed hearts that yearned for each other, still.

Keanu and you died a long time ago; but the love didn’t. You still loved him, and he still loved you. Unspoken, yet holding of pure truth. White lies, deep-rooted in a smokescreen only sufficed so long. Pledges of being “just friends” were far from the truth. Despite how long, how far and how often you’d both recited the prayer off your lovesick tongues; Keanu and you were not just friends. You couldn’t be.

You could never be.

“Cum for me sweetheart, together.” Keanu moans through broken exhales, chasing his high, yet desperate to bring you to the strongest of releases. He dwelled, thrived off making you feel good. He’d called you here tonight because he needed you, needed your body to feel something. Nonetheless, that didn’t mean he didn’t fully intend of making you see the heavens on earth.

He was always an amazing lover.

Amazing at far too much to not fall so deep for him.

Searing tears threaten in the corners of your dismissive orbs, wailing, yelping as his cock relishes, grinding inside your tight, pulsating pussy, creamy releases coated slick to your thighs as he thrusts. The thuds of his skin slapping yours enfold the room, his sizable length rams into your cunt, balls smacking relentlessly as if mould just for you to delight. With his lips placing a soft kiss to yours, he whispers shakily, your orgasm bubbling boils inside the pit of your mid.

“I’m so close, Ke. Please don’t stop.” You sob, fingers clenched into his rosily flushed shoulder blades. “Please don’t…fuck!” You gasp when he rocks, rotating his hips to hit that sensitive plush of nerves inside your velvety walls, encouraging praises and whispers into your ears.

“Come on sweetheart, let go for me.” Within seconds, Keanu spills his succulent load deep, deep inside you as you release, riding cloud nine of your high into oblivion as he works you through your orgasm. Through heavy palms holding your hips close and his tongue lapping, gently sucking your sensitive nipples, Keanu kisses you sweetly, hands gently kneading the soft of your breasts in a soothing marvel, leaving peppered kisses to your neck, your collarbone, your cheeks.

The love was still there. Plain to see. The love had never left; only now, years later, it suffocated you. Killed you when he’d make love to you like this. Destroyed you when he’d hold you so close, reminding you of how you couldn’t be.

Is it easier for him? You wonder.

You ponder.

Cock still sheathed deep inside, Keanu’s chest rumbles a deep baritone, palm of his stocky hand shifting to cup your cheek. “Feel good?” He asks, a final kiss to your forehead as he slips out, landing firm on the bed, your frail, weakened body pulled securely into his chest. In a delicate wrap of arms, he holds you close, your head rested to his broad as you stare, and stare, and stare daggers to the crème ceiling above.

It must be easier for him. You ponder.

You guess.

But it wasn’t easy for you. None of this was easy.

None of this would suffice much longer.

Keanu’s hand stations on your skin, chest heaving up and down softly as you live out your highs, returning to reality. During these meetings, these encounters where you’d steal a few hours away together, the world seemed to melt into oblivion. As if you’d held his hand as he took you to another dimension, soared the stars, drifted away for a sweet while together. These moments with him held a safe harbour away from reality. Away from the cold, harsh reality.

This embrace, this hold, this affection. It held the same sincerity from all those years past, the light pad of his fingers soothing over your skin delves goosebumps peppering over your silky skin.

Bare, naked in his arms, you’d never felt this vulnerable before. And you never thought you would; especially with the man that surprisingly made you feel safest.

Warm, wet.

The familiar, distinct saltiness of silent tears threatens to loom your lips, head still pressed to his flushed chest. Daring, barely above a confident whisper; you finally spill. Quiet. Harsh. Desperate to defend.

“We’re not just friends, and you fucking know it.”

Unmoved, your bodies still lay entwined. Connected. Fiercely connected, as your souls.

Your lost, overdue, lonesome souls.

“Friends don’t…call each other when they need a fuck. Friends don’t kiss each other. Friends don’t visit each other late into the night when they’re feeling alone.” You fight. Your voice raises. The hurt surfaces. “We’re not just friends. We’ll never be just friends. We’re fucking stuck. We’ll always be stuck and I don’t know if…” Words ceasing, the tears threaten to spill. The ache becomes intolerable.

Deadbeat silence. Stillness, cold. All around, the only feel. He stays silent, holding you, eyes still focused to the ceiling above. He’s hurting,

He’s been hurting too.

Quietly, through a hoarse of gruffed tone, Keanu speaks. He wonders if you know the sincerity of his declaration, the weight his pledge holds. “I still love you. I still love you so much, it hurts. Every single day.”

There’s never been pity in those deep cocoa depths, never confusion, resentment, aggravation. Only old understanding, old love, attachment that never died; even when the roots withered. When the skies caved.

You listen, you process, you absorb. You absorb his words, so wholly.

Sitting up slight, Keanu draws your body up as well, never letting your frail frame leave his toned arms. Biceps engulfing, you practically drown into his bare chest; your exposed skins melting together adding tremendously to the connection. “Y/N, I’ll always be in love with you.” He whispers into your hair, soft kisses stippled with strokes to your glossy locks, drawing the silk sheets higher, closer to tuck them around you. To protect you,

-from the cold. Or perhaps something else. Something so unforgiving, a harsh reality you’d both been compulsory to endure.

“But,” He breaks, yet stays composed, calm and confident, for you. “We’re no good together, sweetheart. We can’t be.” He whispers, hold tightening to soothe your plight. “It’s above us. No matter how hard we try, we can’t.” He reasons, voice saddened, yet explanatory. “You know that right, princess?”

The piercing, cold truth. Your lives are far too different, far too many complications come into play. For you and Keanu, a life together would always, forever, remain a distant dream. “We’re not just friends.” Taking hold of your hand, he presses a small kiss to your palm, eyes looking down into your softer, fragile ones. “You’re…you’re the best thing I have. Even if I don’t really have you.” He shakes his head, unable to face the realism. Because the cold, sour truth would always remain.

Keanu and you would rather be this way, than not at all. You’d rather meet this way, feel each other this way through scarce, secretive meetings, than not have each other at all.

Time held too much history. And history isn’t easily forgotten.

You and Keanu, couldn’t be forgotten. You were bound. Bound by something so special, so real. Something that would always stay, never fraying with the passage of a lifetime. Quelling his own emotions, Keanu kisses your lips again, tasting the salt of your dewy tears.

He’d always remained the stronger one. The one that would provide assurance. The one that would remind, even if it was the last thing he’d ever wanted to do. But he’d do it. He’d do it, every single time, for you. He’d do anything for you.

Through the softness of your skin, Keanu relishes, loses himself in how familiar, how right it feels to be so close to you. How badly he wanted nothing more, than to always be close to you. To have you, through sickness and health. To hold you this way forever, steadily, safely within him.

Yet, it would never be. The harsh, cold, truthful reality. Each time you’d depart, a little piece, a part of each other would let go. Stay with the other until you’d meet again. It all hurt, the same way it usually did. Through a soft sniffle, you tighten your hold around him as well, sinking into the deep, radiating warmth of his skin. Sinking away into your escape, your piece of oblivion that was all too well to be real.

All too good, to ever be.

If soulmates existed, if happy endings were real, he was yours, and you were his.

You knew it all too well, all too true. And through a heartbroken mummer, you declare. Declare to him, as you both always did when you’d meet this way.

“I still love you too.” You return to his earlier statement, whispering. 

        “And I always, always will.”

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[thirstyforbishiesimagines]

Eeeeeeee! @dangerousfe-l and anon, 🙏 sorry for the long wait! Hopefully this piece was fluffy enough to satisfy your romantic Zion needs! Lots of love xx

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Dangerous Fellows Christmas Event

Zion x Reader

Fluff

❄️ 💋 I  Post-Apocalypse

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The night was tranquil and still.

Heavy eyelids flutter open as you awake to sounds of the gentle flapping of your tent. The icy air seeps in, biting the tip of your nose as your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. The soft and cozy glow of a candle-lit lantern illuminated the walls, contrasting the chilling, whistling howls of the wintry breeze.

Shivering violently, you snuggle in closer — indulging yourself in your lover’s safe embrace before sighing contently. Strong arms then squeeze firmly around you, pulling you in tighter. Peering upwards, your gaze was met with sleepy, half-lidded eyes.

“Cold?” Zion questions. His voice, husky yet soothing.

You shake your head against his chest, not wanting to worry him. “I’m okay…”

As if mocking you, your body trembles again — betraying your words.

“Silly. Don’t lie... Just admit you’re cold.” Zion chuckles lightly against your hair before nuzzling his face within your (h/c) tresses. He rubs your back soothingly, hoping to warm you further as he yawns in the process.

“Sorry...” You whisper, your expression laying evident with guilt. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Voice still hoarse with sleep, he whispers back, “Hmm… Well, I’m awake now... So, what are you gonna do about it?” A mischievous smirk upon his devilishly handsome features, he caresses your lips with his thumb teasingly. As he leans closer, close enough to feel the heat of his breath upon your skin, your teeth begin to chatter.

Golden gems marked with concern, he grimaces while his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you hastily interrupt him with, “I’m fine!”

Eyelids falling to slits, completely unconvinced; he sighs deeply before lightly flicking your forehead jokingly.

“Hey!” You pout childishly.

“That’s for lying again.” He laughs as he places a gentle kiss upon the now tender spot. “And that’s for being cute.”

Quickly rising out of the covers, Zion grabs his torch before making his way out of the tent.

Sitting up instantly, flustered from his sudden disappearance, you call out, “Wait! Where are you going?!”

A head full of crimson pops back in through the fabric doors of your tent.

“Some of the guys came back from a supply run today. I’ll see if they found any more blankets.” He exclaims, winking playfully before vanishing once more.

You laugh to yourself as you shake your head, knowing better than to try and stop him once he’s made up his mind.

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Minutes go by as you wait patiently for his return. There was no denying the cold any longer as you hug your knees to your chest, shivering within the thin covers.

Hearing soft crunches of footsteps against the grass, you quickly jump to your feet as Zion returns. You gasp excitedly, eyes full of amazement as you witness the bundles of blankets within his arms.

“Man… it really is cold out there tonight.” He complains as he wipes off the light speckles of snow upon his jacket.

Wait… Snow?

Your eyes go wide with realisation. “It’s snowing?!” The blankets now non-existent in your mind.

Ruffling the snow from his red mane, he nonchalantly answers, “Yeah, it just started I think.”

Not a moment to waste, you rush past him and head outside.

“Hey! What are you, crazy?! You’re already freezing as it is!”

Too excited to comprehend what he was saying, you hold out your palms in front of you as snowflakes fall within your hands — melting instantly as it touches your skin.

With hushed tones, as not to disturb the other tents around you, Zion frantically yells out, “What are you doing?! Get inside, dummy!”

A wide grin upon your lips, you turn back to look at an exasperated Zion coming toward you.

“It’s the first snowfall…” Eyes full of awe, you continue to gaze upon the delicate dusting of pure white glistening under the moonlight. “Finally…” You whisper to yourself.

“Which is why you should be inside.” Zion sighs heavily.

Carefully draping the newfound blanket around your frame, he hurriedly tries to grab hold of your hand, but you step back.

“Wait, Zion… Can we stay a little longer?”

“No.” He answers without a moment of hesitation.

Putting on your best display of puppy dog eyes, you try once more. “Please?”

Zion sighs again in frustration. “(Y/N)… Do you want to get sick or something? Why are you being so stubborn about this?”

“Do you believe in superstitions?” You ask out of the blue.

Successfully grabbing hold of your hand this time, he begins to lead you back to the tent — humouring your random question along the way. “After dealing with zombies, I’m ready to believe anything at this point.”

“…If you watch the first snowfall of the year with your loved one, you’ll be together forever.”

Your words stop him in his tracks. Turning back to face you, one eyebrow raised in amusement, he asks, “And where’d you hear that from?”

“I read it…” Cheeks flushing pink from embarrassment, you admit, “…in a romance novel.”

Zion just stares at you for a moment before bursting out with laughter, “Pfft- You’re risking your health… over something from a romance novel?”

Pouting at him with utmost annoyance, you begin pushing him forcefully into the tent. “Whatever! I’ll watch it on my own!”

“Like hell you will!” He continues laughing. “Look… if you come back in with me, I’ll leave a gap in the tent so we can watch together. But don’t even think about running out into the snow again. Deal?”

“Deal…” You mumble.

Realising how easily he was able to compromise both yours and his wishes, you felt almost ashamed to have been so careless. But even though it seemed silly to wish for something like this so passionately… You didn’t care. For the thought of losing your chance to at least try was too much of a risk.

I can’t lose him too… Not Zion…

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Finally back within the safe confines of your tent, you continue to gaze upon the falling snow wordlessly — your mind, occupied with various thoughts.

Zion drapes the now multiple blankets over his shoulders before wrapping his arms around you from behind and making sure every last inch of your body was hidden from the cold. You could feel the warmth spreading throughout your body as you relaxed against him.

“There.” Zion whispers beside your ear, his hot breath sending pleasant tingles to dance upon your skin. “Will this work?” He asks as he wraps you tight against him, sharing his body heat with yours.

“Yeah…” You mutter sheepishly, to which he chuckles lightly. The wintry air now doing nothing to cool the heat of your burning cheeks.

You both stare at the view in a comfortable silence.

Having succeeded in watching the first snowfall together, you couldn’t help but ponder aloud.

“I wonder… if our friends can see this… wherever they are…”

Zion was quiet for a moment. You didn’t need to look to know that he most likely had a look of helplessness and regret upon his face… for it was the same look on yours. It was a topic you both usually avoided talking about often, but you couldn’t help but think of them at a time like this.

Zion sighs quietly as he rests his head upon your shoulder. “They can.” He whispers. “They’re watching it too.”

You wanted to believe his words, but the way everything happened left you feeling uneasy. “How do you know that?”

“I just know.” He replies, tone full of certainty. The confidence in his voice reassured you, leaving you with a sense of hope.

“I miss them...” You trail off, eyes focused on the never-ending snowfall as it slowly creates a thin layer upon the ground.

Hugging you closer, he murmurs. “I know… Me too.”

“I can’t help but think… what if I had lost you too… What would I have done then?” Your voice breaks at the horrifying thought, hands gripping his arms tighter against you — as if needing further confirmation of his presence.

Turning you around to face him properly, his bright, golden eyes glow with conviction within the darkness. “You won’t ever lose me.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I can.” He responds back immediately.

Amazed once again, you laugh gently — a soft smile gracing your lips, “How are you so sure of everything?”

He cups your face lovingly, eyes now full of affection. “Hey… You said it yourself, right? If you watch the first snowfall together, you’ll be together forever.” Lips curling up into a playful grin, he beams, “Sorry, but… looks like you’re stuck with me now.”

“Oh no. What have I done?” You giggle in response before nuzzling your face within his palm. “Thank you, Zion…”

Caressing your cheek adoringly, he gently presses his mouth on yours — the feel of his touch, setting your heart at ease in an instant.

“When the vaccine is complete, we’ll go back and save them.” He whispers against your lips. “I promise.”

Listening wholeheartedly, you simply nod as glassy tears glaze over your (e/c) irises.

“And then I’ll force every last one of them to watch the next snowfall together. That way, you’ll never have to lose anyone else ever again…”

He pulls back to lock eyes with you, golden orbs brimming with absolute resolve. “I’ll make sure of it.”

The sincerity in his voice left you feeling overwhelmed in his love as tear after tear slide down your heated cheeks. He chuckles tenderly as he kisses away each falling droplet before placing another kiss upon your lips.

As the night grows colder, you both fall asleep — wrapped warmly within each other’s arms as you dream of the day you can gaze upon the future first snowfall of the year with Zion again… But this time, accompanied by all your loved ones by your side as well.

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x luna

[halloweeniegal]

Music Brings People Closer

Namjoon X Reader

(IDEK WHAT THIS SHIT TITLE IS SO SORRY)

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(I made it to where reader speaks Korean because that’s what he’s most fluent in so she talks in it to be polite to him ig? Idk lol. Enjoy anon.)

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“I think LA is going to be fun. Imagine how many music shops they have there,” Namjoon spoke while looking at his phone, Hoseok basically bouncing beside him. All of BTS were headed for LA to continue their ongoing tour, and everyone was excited. Even you who was already all the way in LA and completely prepared to go to their concert.

“I’m excited too, what do you think we’re gonna do there?!” J-Hope asked excitedly, causing small smiles to spread across the other members faces.

“I don’t know just hangout I think, visit random sights you know,” Namjoon responded, locking his phone as he turned to look at his hyung.

“It’s going to be so fun!” Jungkook exclaimed happily, looking out of the van window as they moved along the streets of LA, slowly approaching their destination.

“Wonder where we’re going to be staying?” Taehyung pondered, looking out his window in awe at the scenery.

“I'm hopefully staying nowhere near you guys,” Yoongi joked, yawning tiredly, just being awoken by Jimin. A chorus of giggles surrounded the inside of the van as they screeched to a stop in front of a grand hotel.

It was fairly sunny out today, so you were sitting outside on a chair in the middle of your lawn with sunglasses covering your eyes. Your hand fanned slowly in weak attempts at cooling yourself down as you carefully watched the oncoming traffic. Despite the heat pouring down on your hot skin, you were filled to the brim with excitement.

Today, you were going to see BTS in concert. You had been a fan for a while and the minute you found out they were coming to your state you bought a ticket the second they were on sale. Every time you thought of it butterflies exploded in your tummy, proving how nervous and happy you were about it.

The boys dragged their suitcases up the stairs tiredly in attempts to reach their room quickly and sleep the day away. Half of their morning and all night they were stuck on a plane and it would be a lie to say they weren't jet lagged from all the air travel.

Despite the weary aura the rest of the boys were giving off, Namjoon was unusually bursting with energy and was excited to explore. Asking the rest of BTS to join him, he was quickly declined as he moved outside.

A couple hours into his explorations he happened upon you, close to sleep as you now lie on the grass. Your sunglasses lay carefully next to you and your arm was slung over your eyes instead. Regardless of your comfy position, your head lifted to look at the culprit of the crunching grass coming closer to you.

Namjoon now towered over you, not helping how small you began to feel in his presence. You blinked carefully, the sun momentarily blinding you.

“Can you tell me the way to the record shop?” You knew that voice; even if it was really broken English. His name was right at the tip of your tongue until you could clearly see him, allowing his name to finally echo silently through your brain.

“Namjoon? Oh my, you're Namjoon from BTS. I'm a huge fan of yours and BTS’ music.” You smiled, happy you had learned how to speak Korean long ago as you stood up to appropriately talk to him. “Don't worry I'm not a sasaeng.” A delightful laugh left Namjoon’s mouth causing your smile to grow as he held his hand out for a handshake.

“That would be me, and what is your name?”

“(Y/N),” you smiled once again before turning to the sidewalk in hopes that Namjoon would follow. There was something intriguing about you that kept pulling RapMon towards you, so he was in tow as you began walking down the sidewalks of your neighborhood in synchronized steps.

“So, why did you decide to live in LA?” Namjoon randomly questioned, causing you to turn and look at him in bewilderment for a moment.

“Well, I’m a musician and I figured I’d have more luck getting somewhere if I lived here I guess? I’m not too sure.” An awkward laugh escaped your throat as you continued walking.

“You’re a musician? What kind of music do you make?”

“All kinds,” you grinned at him, turning to look at your feet as they dragged across the cement afterwards.

“I know you enjoy books so I figured I could use that as a conversation.” After a few minutes of comfortable silence you had finally conjured a topic to converse about with this Kpop idol named Namjoon that you were lucky to meet.

“Yeah, I enjoy reading in my spare time. It’s quite enjoyable,” he responded, sending you the dimpled smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. You guys delved deep into a conversation about books and authors you both enjoyed.

“You said you were looking for the record shop, right?” You stopped in your tracks as you finally reached the record shop he was asking about earlier, saddened to end your time with him.

“Yes,” he informed, looking at the small shop in awe as if it was the best thing he’s seen in awhile. And it was, except for you of course, you were on top of his list of the most beautiful things he’s seen in LA. “Why don’t you come in and give me some recommendations on music?” His offer was strictly in attempts to extend the time you both had together; not that he didn’t mind getting recommendations on music.

“Sure,” your voice was sheepish as you entered the store, Namjoon holding the door open for you like the gentleman he was. Both pairs of attentive eyes scanned the surrounding records carefully, in search of one’s you would both enjoy.

“Hm this is a really good one, I don’t know how many times I’ve listened to this on repeat.” You held up (A/N), showing Namjoon one of your favorite albums to listen to. “The composer is really good at what he does, and the bass in some of the songs throws me away every time,” you said with a small giggle as you read the back of the case. Namjoon’s eyes were looking at you in adoration as you giggled and showed off albums without a care. He felt so lucky to meet you while he was here, that he didn’t want to let you go.

“You should come backstage during our concert tonight,” he randomly blurted, causing your orbs to shoot up to look at him in surprise.

“I mean if you really want me to, but I don’t want to burden you guys.” Your voice was music to RapMon’s ears, and he wanted to relish in it for a long time.

“It’s not a burden. I wouldn’t be asking if it was,” Namjoon pointed out, causing a look of stupidity to cross your features.

“Duh, I should’ve known that.” You rolled your eyes at yourself as you placed the album back on the shelf, smiling up once again at Namjoon.

“Why don’t you just come hang out with us until the concert?” Namjoon’s brow was raised at you in question, hoping that you would say yes. Meanwhile you were in complete awe at the offer he had composed to you.

“A-Are you sure?” You had felt so lucky, that you pinched yourself, worried that this might just be a dream. How could someone like you, a small musician who is struggling to pull through in the industry, be noticed by someone like him, a musician that’s known and loved worldwide? Namjoon nodded quickly at you before grabbing your wrist and pulling you back outside, hailing a taxi so you both could put your legs to rest.

The concert had finally began and all you could hear was the sounds of screaming fans as one of your favorite bands performed. You were completely flattered at the fact that Namjoon kept turning towards the backstage to wink, smile, or blow a playful kiss at you during their songs. The boys had completely welcomed you when you hung out with them today, and you were completely grateful.

All of the boys quickly made their way backstage, sweat dripping quickly down their foreheads causing their skin to glisten in the light. It was hard for you to look away from Namjoon’s now see through white shirt, completely drenched in sweat from dancing his heart out.

You began spacing off until you were pulled into a tight hug and spun throughout the air, your hair whipping softly against whoever it was that had a hold of you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself,” Namjoon’s dimpled smile was back as he once again towered over you. It was effortless to get lost in each others eyes, completely ignoring the ruckus going on around you. That was until hands connected with the back of both of your heads and pushed you both together in an unexpected kiss.

You swatted at the hand at the back of your head, face crimson red with embarrassment as you turned to glare at Hoseok, the culprit of the unwanted action.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it’s just Hoseok-” you blabbered before you were cut off by his lips again, but it wasn’t forced this time. Hoseok was bouncing happily beside you both, thoroughly enjoying the fact that he brought this on. Your eyes slowly fluttered close as your arms were pulled by Hoseok to wrap around Namjoon’s neck. You internally rolled your eyes but ignored him as you lost yourself in the kiss, wanting it to last forever.

“It’s fine,” you both were breathless as you pulled away, Namjoon finally responding to your rant from earlier. “I enjoy your lips against mine,” his cheeks were a light pink as he stared at you with a large grin. “Say, can I get your number? I would love to take you on a date sometime,” Namjoon questioned. You quickly nodded your head, tugging your phone out of your pocket and handing it to him so he could enter his number into your contacts. When he gave you it back, you glanced down seeing ‘Your Fave’ as his name with a kissy and heart eye emoji. You giggled quietly before texting him so he would have your number as well.

You bid your farewells before leaving the venue, smiling idiotically as you made your way home, excited to see where this thing between you and Namjoon would lead.