#iq 148

[marengogo]

Is He Crazy?!

ORIGINAL TWEET LINK

I haven’t blinked so hard trying not to cry in a very looooong time.

Every I miss you was painful. Deeply painful.

Aaaah Kim Namjoon 😫😫😫

I MISS YOU TOO! 📢

Marengo

And you too Kim Taehyung

[phthartic-fox]

;] lol him saying that NJ is causing a social problem is what makes him an avid emotional debater

dumb and dumber 😂 (for @agustdfeatrm ♡)

[taetebebe]

|| Lost by RM MV

[magicshopaholic]

queued new chapter and a wild shirtless namjoon? happy sunday to me ✨️

I can’t begin to express just how fortuitous it is that he decided to post this video right before this fic

[joonlover1207]

stubble ~ knj // drabble.

pairing : husband!knj × wife!reader

genre : established relationship, fluff, kisses, short case enthusiast, teeth sickening fluff and stubble duh....

summary : reader is obsessed with her husband aka kim namjoon. everything about him makes her swoon over him, especially his new look that includes his fit, bulky body and oh his delicious yummy stubble!

a/n : hiee lovies! ana this side 🥰 I am so sorry if I have made any mistakes, as some of you might know or not this is my first time writing! I am actually so nervous and so excited at the same time hehe. anyways stubble with namjoon is soooo addictive I can't stop thinking about him ughhhh. I hope whatever little imaginary drabble I wrote does justice and gives his stubble a lot of love lol. Spare me for any mistakes and reblog ?!

admiring my husband from afar, absorbing his new look, long hair, buffed body, thunder thighs, cute dimples and yes that fcking stubble... not a full beard but something...

just....

enough.

he's always so handsome, I feel really lucky that I've got him wrapped around my little finger and I get to call him my man.

imagining all of these things got me smiling like a fool making him notice and come my way, giving me that million dollar smile with those adorable dimples.

wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me closer to his body, lifting my chin with his fingers and asking me

"what's going inside your cute little brain?"

looking in his eyes I said "nothing, just this new look suits you. you look quite handsome."

him giggling at that sentence makes him even more cuter which makes my heart do a flip.

placing my hands on his cheeks but wincing and pulling away "oh owwww"

he takes my hand in his for inspection and asks "what's wrong my baby?"

pouting my lips I said " it's your stubble, it's prickly" making a sad face.

"oh really? thought you liked my new look?!" his smirk fully evident

"hey! don't twist my words, I love your look it's just.... how am I supposed to kiss you without it hurting?" I asked in a low voice

"guess it will have to go then, can't live without your kisses" touching his stubble and smiling softly down at me

"or you could give me a demo?" looking up in his eyes, batting my eyelashes at him

"but you said it's gonna hurt?" he says confused.

yeah for a person with 148 iq, he sure was dumb. but he was my dumb baby.

grabbing his chin between my fingers and sealing my lips to his " oh come here you big idiot"

as we kissed in a promise of forever.

[back2bluesidex]

Lover and Namjoon makes a perfect sense please

Lover - KNJ

Pairing: Husband!Namjoon X Wife!Reader

Theme: Fluff, so much fluff that it hurts, married au, newly wedded couples, establish relationship au.

Song: Lover

Word count: 611

Warnings: Nothing at all

Minors and Karens Are Not Allowed in this Blog!!

A/N: Thank you so much for this request. Hope you like it.

You snuggle more into Namjoon’s arms as if you are a lost puppy who finally found a warm shelter. Your husband holds you tighter, holds you closer. 

“I still can’t believe this is happening for real. This is not a dream, is it?” You mumble, sniffing Namjoon’s comforting scent. There was a time when getting married to BTS’ leader Kim Namjoon and having a place (that you, too, can afford) to live together felt like a fever dream. But here you are, married, happy, and sharing what feels like your dream house for two days already.

“Me too, jagi. We finally made it.” Namjoon sighs. His hand runs down your bare back as if in an attempt of confirming that you are not a fragment of his imagination. 

Giving your husband a lazy smile, your eyes move back to the large floor-to-ceiling window of your bedroom, “Oh? It’s snowing.”

“Our first snow together as husband and wife.” Namjoon’s dimples deepen as his lips form a large smile. His eyes remain focused on the falling snow outside of the window, “told you getting married during christmas would be a great idea.” 

“Yes, Mr. IQ 148, you are always right.” You tease him as your fingers get lost in his smooth, silky, brown hair. Namjoon giggles, pressing a kiss on your forehead. 

“Oh by the way, can we leave the Christmas lights up til’ January?” you give him your puppiest eyes possible, even though you know he is never going to reject you for something so simple. 

“Of course, jagi. This is our place, we make the rules.” Namjoon holds you even closer if possible.

“Umm.. then can we let our friends crash in the living room too?” You add a little mischievously. 

“Sure. As long as they don’t interfere in our personal business, I'm fine with it.” the way he emphasizes the word “Personal”, you know what he is trying to imply. 

You cock an eyebrow at him and make a tsk sound. 

“All I have to do is to break one or two of their belongings and they will never think of crashing in again.” Namjoon states casually causing you to break into a loud laugh. 

Both of you laugh until your stomach starts hurting from all the exercise it has been put through. However, the laugh dies down eventually making you feel dizzy, while you stare at Namjoon’s dark brown eyes. 

“Joon..” you call.

“Hmm?” he answers.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?” You ask quietly. 

Namjoon regards you for a moment and then he says, “Wherever I go, there has to be you anyway, Y/N. You live in me. And about being close… I would give my everything to have you this close till the day I die.” 

You smile at him, a smile that suggests that you are at peace. “Sometimes I feel like I have known you for a long, long time. You must’ve been my lover in my past life.” 

“I don’t know about past life, Y/N, nor do I know about the next one. I just know I am lucky enough to be your lover in this life and I will do everything to make you feel at home, to make you happy, to make you proud of me, proud of us and to keep you in love with me no matter how many things I break.” Namjoon breathes out. 

You chuckle lightly but at the same time your eyes get blurry with tears, happy ones. 

“I love you so much.” you mumble, reaching out for his lips.

“I love you more” he mumbles within the kiss.  

[100vern]

Jewel, I know your requests are closed but I desperately need to hear your thoughts on who in BTS would do this: https://www.tumblr.com/writing-prompt-s/739417828719034368/you-a-powerful-demoness-have-just-been-summoned

and why is it Namjoon (the potential for crack with this 148 IQ man who is also way more innocent than we think acc to one park jimin just takes me out)

i'm so sorry it took me so long to finish and post this but thank you so much for sending it bc i have been cackling about this scenario ever since.

the prompt: you, a powerful demoness, have just been summoned to earth. this man, this human, wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a few days so his parents will get off his back about it.

the gang summons a demon

pairing: namjoon x f. reader genre: supernatural au; crack warnings: reader is a demon and engages in demon behavior, swearing, namjoon makes mention of not being straight, heteronormative parental expectations, jk learns about arcane things on tumblr (which is not an original idea; i read a fic ages ago where taekook are tumblr witches but i cannot find it, so credit to that author or whoever came up with it first), unedited so any mistakes are mine. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 2k

It’s been years since you’ve been to Earth—even longer since you’ve been to South Korea.

“I haven’t been here since 1910,” you say, staring at the gobsmacked man across from you. He’s tall, with tanned skin and a bleached buzz cut; a smattering of tattoos dotting his toned arms—whites and rich hues of blue, imitations of some kind of ceramic art, you think; a golden hoop through his nose; cheeks with dimples so deep you’re sure they’ll crater. “People here definitely didn’t look like you back then, so I’m going to assume we’re pretty far into the future.”

“It’s 2024,” he answers, seemingly still a little dazed. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. Normally it’s nice to be looked at like that, with all the reverence and awe you deserve, but Earth is not your favorite place to be. Doesn’t even crack the top fifty, if you’re being honest. “Did you say 1910? As in the beginning of the—”

You sigh. “Uh-huh. Hey, if you wouldn’t mind hurrying this up, I’ve got things to do.” The man continues staring. Could be a trick of the light, but you think he’s turning paler by the second.

Minutes tick by. Nothing but silence.

“Are you even listening to me?” you snarl, quickly losing patience you were never given. “I said I’ve got shit to do. My schedule’s booked solid for the next eight centuries, so I really don’t have time to be dilly-dallying in mundane human affairs. Your problems are always so boring.”

More silence.

Which is irksome, sure, but what’s worse is this stupid fucking circle you’re trapped in. Drawn crudely on the floor of (seemingly) this human man’s actual apartment, which would’ve told you all you’d needed to know, if you’d taken ten seconds to take in your surroundings upon first being summoned. This place has got books stacked floor to ceiling in every available inch of space, but you’re certain this person is a fucking idiot.

“Hello?”

The man shakes his head. “Oh, sorry, I just—I’m Namjoon? Kim Namjoon.”

“I don’t care.”

“Right, right.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Well, you’re probably wondering why I summoned you here today”—you roll your eyes—“and, uh.” Namjoon scratches at the back of his neck, anxiety oozing from every pore on his body. Definitely paler. “I am too, to be honest.”

“You what—”

“I didn’t mean to!” Namjoon hurriedly adds, all of that anxiety shifting quickly into pure panic. “It’s just—it was a joke! Mostly! Jeongguk said it as a joke, because everything he says is a joke, and I should’ve known that, but—I don’t know! I’ve tried everything else, and the longer its gone on the more desperate I’ve become, and suddenly what Jeongguk said as a joke didn’t sound so much like a joke anymore! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it’d actually work!”

It takes your brain a minute to translate and decipher the useless slush that just came out of his mouth, but when it does… oh, when it does, you feel absolutely murderous. “You summoned me as a joke?”

Namjoon must see it, too. There’s no way you’re looking cool, calm, and collected right now, because you’ve seen the faces of others that have witnessed your wrath, and they were almost always on the brink of (if not outright) shitting their pants. This stupid, clueless human in front of you doesn’t appear to be faring much better.

So you continue, just to watch him squirm. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Um,” comes his brilliant response. “Yes?”

“And who am I?”

He holds up his pointer finger and digs through the back pocket of his jeans. Pulls out a crumbled scrap of paper, nearly soiled from ass sweat and time, and his eyes squint as he tries to read it. “I—well, it’s probably not an accurate translation, you know, since—”

“What does that piece of parchment say, Kim Namjoon?”

“Nothing,” he lies. “I can’t read it anyway, so… a-haaa…”

Patience officially worn thin, you snap your fingers, delighting in the startled shriek that escapes him as the paper goes up in a plume of smoke. “I am going to give you one chance to be honest with me,” you explain slowly, leveling him with a look. “Who do you think I am, and why am I here?”

Namjoon pales further. Looks like he’s trying to melt right through the floor into a puddle of useless slush, and you’d be more than willing to speed up the process if it weren’t for this god forsaken demon trap.

“Can I—can I sit down for this?”

Kim Namjoon, you learn, has a friend named Jeon Jeongguk.

Jeon Jeongguk, you also come to learn, has learned magic from a website called Tumblr.

“There, uh. There are definitely blogs for that sort of thing,” Namjoon explains, tattooed fingers scratching at the back of his neck. He takes a very quick glance at you. “Clearly not very accurate ones.”

You hum. “That’s the only smart thing I’ve heard you say since I showed up in this shithole.”

Namjoon gawks. “Hey, my apartment isn’t a shithole! It’s the best I could afford, alright? There was just an article in The Business Times about how archaic of a system jeonse is—”

“Uh-huh. And this… website?”

Namjoon goes red. Coughs into his fist. “Oh, right, yeah. I’m gonna be honest with you—”

“I already said that—”

“—my parents are coming to visit from Ilsan in a few days and I need a girlfriend.”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. Long enough to replace the rug that had been pulled from under you, because you’re pretty sure you heard this human man allude to having summoned you so you can pretend to be his girlfriend.

All things considered, you’re impressed by how calm you are. This is not a trait most demons have, you especially, and it makes you nostalgic for the days you used to rip men apart limb by limb for less.

“Are you insane?” you ask simply.

“In my defense,” he explains around a wince, “Jeongguk said it was a love spell.”

“A love spell.” Namjoon nods. “And you wound up summoning a demon.”

“It… appears I may have done that, yes.”

“And you want a demon to meet your parents?”

“I mean… when in Rome, right?”

“I’ve committed at least four-hundred and sixty-seven separate atrocities there, so no, probably not when in Rome.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops. He tucks his knees closer to his chest. “Christ, that’s a lot. How did you have the time?”

“I’m immortal,” you deadpan.

“Right, right. Anyway, to answer your question: yes.”

Your eyes narrow. “How bad are your parents that you’d want me to meet them?”

“They’re fine, mostly. I just… am not what they expected in a son? Like, I have the hair and the tattoos and I dropped out of my engineering program in university to pursue art and poetry, so the least I could do is find a wife and settle down and give them grandchildren, but I don’t even know if I want to ever settle down. I’m also not… heterosexual? Entirely? Do you see that a lot—”

You sigh. “Misconception. Not to launch you into some kind of existential crisis, but the gods really don’t give a shit who you humans sleep with.”

“Gods? As in plural?” You snap your fingers. Namjoon’s fingers immediately go to his temples. “Damn, I have a really bad migraine all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“What’d you do?”

“Made you forget something.”

“Oh. What’d I forget?” It takes a second. “Oh, right, yeah. Um. What was the last thing I said?”

“Your parents wanted you to be an engineer and have a ton of kids but you like art and also not-women, sometimes.”

He flushes again. “I—yes.”

You sigh, arms crossed over your chest. All you want to do is sit down, or open a window. This apartment smells far too strongly of patchouli. “Look, I haven’t been to this place in a long time, but surely you aren’t undesirable by your society’s standards.”

“Are you saying I’m attractive?”

You scowl. “No. I’m saying there had to have been easier ways of doing this, and also can you open a window?”

“It’s February.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“It’s really cold outside.”

“I’m literally from Hell. Go put on a sweater, then.”

With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon stands and moves to the window. Cracks it open a millimeter, just enough for the cold to seep in, before he’s stalking off toward—you’re assuming—his bedroom. You think he’s shoving a garment over his head when he calls out, “You know, you’re really fucking bossy for someone stuck in a trap.”

You vow to kill him as soon as you’re free.

It isn’t often you’re held hostage.

Usually you can spot a trick coming a thousand miles away, but since Namjoon hadn’t meant to summon you at all, you’d been caught unawares. Doomed to be stuck in a demon trap, just like he’d said, which meant you didn’t have a ton of bargaining power.

At least that’s what you’re telling yourself, because as you sit across from Namjoon’s parents at some fancy restaurant, you aren’t convinced he isn’t a crossroads demon himself.

“So,” his mother begins, turning her attention to you, “what do you do for work?”

Namjoon elbows you beneath the table, giving you a silent warning to stick to the script. You’re only here under threat of force—because Jeongguk had stopped by Namjoon’s apartment, saw you in the summoning circle, and nearly fainted before going back to Tumblr to find a binding spell.

Except that one wasn’t great, either, because it only bound you and Namjoon together for three days instead of forever. And, as penance for all the chaos you’ve sown across the universe, Namjoon’s parents’ visit fell within that time frame, so here you are.

Out to dinner. With humans.

You’re pretending to be someone’s girlfriend.

You’re in for the most embarrassing ribbing of your existence once you’re home.

“I work with idols,” you respond, as convincingly as possible, because Namjoon had thought it’d be really funny. Get it? he’d said. Like false idols? You hadn’t laughed. “It’s very secretive, of course, but—”

You don’t finish your thought, because Namjoon’s mother looks delighted: face lit up with mirth, smile blinding, eyes half-lidded under the weight of her happiness. “Oh, how exciting! Has he told you he used to do performances to old H.O.T songs? Namjoonie, what was that one song you liked—”

“Eomma, please—”

“Wasn’t it ‘Candy’?” Namjoon’s dad offers from behind his menu. It’s the first thing he’s said all evening.

Namjoon whimpers, foregoing all social decorum and lectures on posture to sink further in his chair.

You do not, under any circumstances, feel a hint of fondness.

(Which dissipates not even twenty-four hours later.

“The blog was deleted,” Jeongguk says, eyes wide as saucers. “I—the blog is gone, I don’t know how to—”

“What do you mean the blog is gone?” The poor kid is overcome with panic and fear, tries to stutter out a response that makes no sense to you at all through his sobs. “Jeon Jeongguk, what do you mean the blog is gone?”

“I—it’s—I had it bookmarked, I swear! Once the binding spell wore off I was gonna send it to Namjoon hyung so he could send you back, but the blog is gone so the post is gone, too. I don’t—what do I even search for—oh my god, please don’t kill me, I think I’m having a panic attack, I’m gonna—”

And then this human man vomits all over your feet. Namjoon sighs as he goes to fetch a bucket, and you think it’ll be a miracle if any of these people—yourself included—live to see the end of the week.)

[darksolace18]

Joyride

Biker!Namjoon x reader

Authors note : This will be based on the fanart picture above. Friggin biker BTS au has me in a chokehold.

Masterlist

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One thing Namjoon hated, was stereotypes.

People tended to club up pastel+soft appearance = Soft girl who is kind, loved to read and do all those soft aesthetic stuff.

Or, for instance, Pierced guy with tattoos + motorcycle + leather = Bad boy who hooks up with everything has a pulse with no academic interest and most probably bullies nerds.

He had been in such circumstances a lot of times, where his personality was misinterpreted due to his fashion sense.

Yes he had tattoos, yes he had a very sexy looking bike and loved riding it, yes he looked everything like a bad boy.

But yes, he also loved to study, read books and write soft and gentle music.

He had an IQ 148 for a reason.

But still, truth is, he is clumsy. Very very clumsy. But he is never clumsy during riding a bike.

But this time, staring at you through the modern looking glass wall of the bakery you were working at, as your eyes locked in with his, he fucking lost his balance and crashed right on the gravel floor as his bike skid away from him.

The streets were empty at this hour, but a few passer-by had gasped and crowded around him, asking if he is alright.

He groaned, feeling a thick liquid run down his forehead as he cradled his right arm, which made the veins of his forehead pop out in pain.

There was a loud shout, a female voice, shouting at the crowd to stop crowding him as gentle hands held his face, lightly slapping his cheeks.

"Stay awake, stay awake, open your eyes, that's it, that's it, your doing great" The voice, sweet as tingling bells, praised him as he droopily kept his eyes open.

His vision was slightly blurred, but he could very well make out your features as you gently tried to pull him up.

You groaned at his weight, after all, he was pure muscles.

He would have chuckled in some other scenario, but it even hurt to breathe.

"Can-Can anyone hold him for a minute?" You say, trying to keep steady on your feet.

He whines at the loss of your lovely warmth as some other man held onto him.

"Hey, stay awake mate. " The guys voice entered his eardrums in a painful jab.

He wanted you to hold him.

But soon, he heard the very familiar roar of his bike.

His senses heightened, feeling angry and ready to spew shit to anyone who touched his precious bike but then-

Then-

His brain sputtered and stuttered. His thoughts going to a standstill. He could only hear the throb and beat of his heart in his ears and the pain in his forearm.

You sat perched on his bike, dressed in the soft pink shirt and brown trousers with the familiar bakery apron, as you ordered the man holding him to gently help him sit behind you.

He could not have asked for a better vision before his death.

The bike was the typical black Kawasaki Ninja ZX 4R, and seeing you sit on it with you back arched, leaning forward, it did something inside him.

But sadly, his sex appeal in that state was similar to a chicken nugget.

Slowly and steadily, he was set on the back of the raised seat of the bike, uncomfortablly flopped onto your body, breathing hard.

Is this how girls feels whenever they would sit on the back of the bike?

His ass felt like it was sitting on a pin. And his height did not help him at all.

At this rate he would fall off.

But, suprisingly, you grabbed his arms and wrapped it around your full waist, ordering him to hold on tight before you took.

Namjoon had seriously underestimated you.

You looked a soft, shy girl when he saw you through the glass window who did not know anything about being cool or whatever this was.

And he was pleasantly, happily regretful.

You knew how to ride a bike. How cool is that?!!!

"Stay awake, don't close your eyes! Talk to me, what your name?" He heard you yell over the sound of wind.

"I AM awake, thanks for asking. But i would like to know yours at first" He says, a small smile on his lips, groaning occasionally at the painful thumbs on his forearm. It must be broken but, how is he not screaming and crying right now?

You let out something similar to a laugh "I asked first!"

"Namjoon, Kim Namjoon at your service ma'am" he replies.

"Well, right now it's me who is in service. I hope you don't mind me using your bike to escort you, do you?" You speak out, words filled with mirth.

He grinned "Use it as much as you want. You look sexy anyways"

He cursed internally. This isn't how he usually advances on girls, but right now his pain made him do useless things.

But, surprisingly, you laughed yet again "Why thank you Namjoon, but I don't know if it's you or your fear of life speaking" you said as you smartly manouvered through the traffic and also the twists and turns of road.

"It's me speaking. I can see your a proffessional" he says, happily nuzzling into your neck.

"Namjoon, it tickles." You deadpan.

"Oh shit im-"

"Chill dude, why are you getting so shy? You weren't so when you were blatantly staring at me. Do you do that always?" You ask.

He shakes his head as no, his energy depleting more and more as his eyelids turned heavier.

"Don't fall asleep on a pretty girl joon, the hospital is here" you nudge him with your shoulder and keep him awake.

Soon enough, the view of the hospital came into his sight and immediately, he felt his body give out.

Well, so much for keeping up a charming appearance.

The next time he opened his eyes, he swore he saw a great wakening light.

But it turns out it was just the vicious lightbulb in his hospital room.

He felt woozy and his right hand felt heavier than usual. His throat was parched as he reached for a cup of water.

But soon, a cup had been put infront of his mouth, filled with water and urging him to drink.

Putting his lips on it, the cup tilted up as the cool refreshing water slowly trickled down his throat.

"How do you feel"

On hearing the voice, Namjoon instantly spat out thelast remains of water and coughed as water entered his sinuses.

He didn't expect you to be there.

"I think at this point I'm a hazard to your health." You say cheekily as you start to peel an orange, sitting beside him in a chair.

Namjoon blushed, hard. Why were you still there?

"Eat up" an orange was forwarded towards him.

Namjoon turned and looked at you and cursed a little.

You were out of the clothes he had last seen on you. Instead sporting a sweet yellow coloured sundress with white polka dots printed on it, your hair loosely braided.

Namjoon swear he could kiss you right now, you looked so pretty, so beautiful.

"Stop staring. You were out for 2 full days" you say as you stuff the orange in his mouth, unable to hold your hand up any longer.

"You have a broken hand and slight bruising on your ribs. Thankfully, no concussion. But i dont think your family of seven boys will be as soft as me" You said, looking at him straight in his eyes.

Namjoon's eyes widened. You even met his brothers?!

Namjoon felt a little self conscious, he wasn't the most attractive in his friends group, what if you started to like someone else there?

Namjoon's mood visibly flattened, as he slowly chewed on the orange.

You noticed his fallen expression almost immediately. Your heartstring tugging at you slightly as an innate urge to pat this pouty man's head came over you.

Unlike his exterior, he was pretty cute.

You had slightly freaked out when he passed out completely on your back on the bike, nearly falling off of it.

She managed to make it through the remaining distance and immediately screamed at the medical staff for immediate assistance.

They were quick and soon he was admitted and his brothers were contacted.

You sat there outside the emergency room for about an hour before 6 screaming voices were heard and 6 figures clad in various mismatched outfits barrelled through the glass doors.

"WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS KIM NAMJOON?!" A guy with broad shoulders, strikingly handsome face which was red due to the amount of screaming came into your view.

You waved at them, ushering them towards you.

"Yes hello, he is in the emergency room for now." You informed them as they tensed up.

A young boy with several piercings and a shy demeanor stepped forward, eyes darting around nervously "W-well...will help be alright?" He asked.

You gave him a comforting smile, nodding at him "A nurse informed me, he will survive. It wasn't anything major, just a broken hand and a gashes forehead and several other scratches and all that. They are just doing the final check up and will soon shift him to the general ward." You informed.

They visibly sagged their tensed shoulders, relieved.

Another silver haired guy, who strangely resembled a cat stepped forward and nodded at you "Thank you for your help, if you please, we want to pay you for your generous help. And also can you please tell us where his bike is so we can bring it back?"

You took a step back, eyes blown wide with a frantic expression "No no, I don't want money. Absolutely not. And don't worry about the bike, it's parked in the parking lot. I drove him here on it. And riding that bike was enough gift for me"

The guy's eyes widened "You rode that bike here? With him on your back?"

You nodded as a reply.

Before they could continue, the same nurse came out and informed them that he is stable but will be out for 1 or 2 days because of the sedatives to help him rest.

You heaved a sigh of relief too. You could finally feel the sticky feeling of dried blood on your back as it started to itch. This shirt was ruined.

"Yeah so, I'll get going now. Please tell him a get well soon from my side" You bow to them and head towards the exit before the silver haired man stopped you.

"W-would you visit him tomorrow again? I'm sure he would like to thank you properly" he told you.

Thinking about it, you really did want to visit him.

He caught your eye afterall.

You nod at him with a big smile "Yeah, if you don't mind I mean"

The broad shouldered guy shook his head aggressively "No no, Absolutely not, your welcome here anytime miss".

Two days passed since then,you would visit him with a basket of fruits or small muffins with you everytime you were free from work.

You also bonded with the brothers well by that time, and the youngsters practically loved the muffins you brought.

"So uh, what next?" Namjoon's voice interrupted your thoughts, as he looks at you with a forlorn look.

"Hm...I wanted to ask you something Kim, if you don't mind" You ask him, leaning towards him slightly.

"Uh yeah, anything" Namjoon felt his face heat up a little at the slight proximity.

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" You ask, completely throwing Namjoon off at the straightforward question.

Namjoon felt like a high school girl with a crush, all red faced and stuttering and stumbling in front of his crush.

"I uh- yes?" He uttered out, making you raise your eyebrows.

"Is it a question or an answer?" You quiz.

He immediately shakes his head "NO NO, I mean I would love to go on a date, if you want to i mean"

You smirk at him and continue to peel more oranges.

"so....is that a yes?" Namjoon asks, quite unsure of your expression.

You look up at him and hand him yet another orange "After you get discharge, rest for a week, then bring your bike out at the central plaza. We can go bike riding as a date" you tell him, popping a orange in your mouth this time.

He flushes up, the image of you sitting sexily on a bike was NOT what he wanted to imagine with you infront. But he couldn't help it.

"FINALLY, MY BABY BROTHER IS GETTING THAT ASS!!!" A very loud voice, interrupted them yet again. Making Namjoon groan.

"FUCK OFF SEOKJIN" He yelled, embarrassed out of his wits as the girl laughed out loud beside him.

"YAH! WHERE ARE YOUR HONORIFICS YOU SHIT MONSTER".

[exyrpf]

kim namjoon has an iq of 148 and mitch marner can't even read the word encyclopedia

😭 he really cant read huh. poor mitchell, all he knows is pucks in deep

[loonaticskr]

Loonatics KR Bios - Sam Soojin

Art created by @segamarkii and character written by @mysticinternetdinosaur

Disclaimer: This character will soon be updated for the fic. I'd like you to please do not use or draw this OC without permission first to @mysticinternetdinosaur

Name: Sam Soojin “A.K.A. Extraordinary” (Chital Deer)

DoB: December 20, 2758. Sagittarius (Age: 14)

Nationality: Korean

Relatives: Ryeo (Father), Paek (Grandfather), Nan (Grandmother) Tokko (Dead Mother)

Personality: Independent, earnest, and sometimes arrogant. Very intelligent and hard-working.

Appearance: She is short in height, but has long ears. She has brown fur with white spots. 

Outfits: 

(Casual): She wears a long pastel blue cardigan over a white buttoned shirt and a cute black Lolita skirt. A stuffed animal of the Winter Stag sits in the right pocket of her cardigan. She also wears a watch that is used to listen to audio.

(Extraordinary): Her outfit was created by the sewing club. She wears a bright blue jacket with a snowflake logo, a bowtie, and a black checkered skirt. She also wears an eye mask, a mouth mask, a hood, and knee-high shoes. Her jacket also has hidden pockets. The weapons that she chooses are located inside. Her jacket and skirt are reversible? She also carries a large backpack filled with “weapons” wherever she goes.

Powers/Skills:

[Hyper Awareness]: Sam has an increased sense of awareness, often to the extent that few can if any, little details miss her notice. A cute fact about this is that her ears wiggle when she is aware.

[Psychometry]: Sam obtains historical memories or sensations concerning the beings and objects she observes. This doesn’t work on some objects.

[Psychocompetence]: Sam develops skills and abilities through touch and previous experience. She just needs a little practice.

[Above IQ]: Sam has an IQ of 148. Because of this, she skipped high school and got into Acme University.

Weapons: To Sam, anything can be a weapon. She likes to change things up.

Other info:

Her eyes are brown.

She is Deaf. She uses sign language to talk most of the time. She also uses a system on her computer and phone to help display any audio.

She thinks she’s more intelligent than others, but she still acts like a child.

She’s part of a student union at her university as the student secretary.

She used to get bullied in middle school because of her deafness. The same thing’s happening at the university, but she hides this from her father. 

Growing up in Korea, Sam looked like an ordinary child. But her life had become a total challenge. When she was a baby, she became deaf, causing her to be very restricted in many talents and hobbies.

What made things more unfortunate was that her father was going through tough times because he wasn’t able to pay to live in the country. She and her father were forced to move out of her home at the end of her 6th grade of middle school. Fortunately, her grandparents from America offered them a place to stay.

Nevertheless, Sam showed herself that she could excel in her classes. She became so intelligent that she could get to Acme University at a very young age. Her father was concerned due to her age, as students would tease her that she couldn’t hear or that she was too young, but she was still able to manage. 

During a science fair at her university, Sam was in one of the restrooms. However, a meteor crashes into Acmetropolis causing most of the city to be destroyed. Fortunately, she withstood the accident. She didn’t know it yet, but her entire life was about to change for the better.

[ahopkins1965]

gettyimages

You are highly intelligent!!

You are definitely highly intelligent. You IQ range is at least 148-156, and your 3 dominant traits are: curiosity, open-mindedness, and self-control. Share the news with the world.

[baitestiq]

Những điều ít biết về thông minh trí tuệ của Jin

Những thông tin thú vị về chỉ số IQ của Jin Jin, thành viên của nhóm nhạc BTS, luôn được biết đến không chỉ với giọng hát và kỹ năng biểu diễn ấn tượng mà còn với trí thông minh vượt trội.

Chỉ số IQ của anh, được xác nhận bởi các chuyên gia tâm lý, thực sự gây ấn tượng mạnh.

Theo các nguồn tin đáng tin cậy, chỉ số IQ của Jin được xác định ở mức 148.

Điều này đặt anh ở vị trí cao hơn hẳn so với mức trung bình của con người, nằm trong phạm vi "thiên tài" (từ 145 trở lên).

Đây là một thành tích đáng nể, đặc biệt khi xét đến những áp lực và lịch trình làm việc cường độ cao của các thành viên BTS.

Điều thú vị là, Jin không chỉ sở hữu chỉ số IQ ấn tượng mà còn thể hiện khả năng học tập và giải quyết vấn đề nhanh chóng.

Anh được biết đến là một "con vẹt" (người có khả năng học nhanh và nhớ lâu) khi dễ dàng ghi nhớ và vận dụng các kiến thức mới một cách hiệu quả. - vghqm4xzuy

[veale2006-blog]

So, riddle me this Batman…

Liberals claim President Trump is a “Felon”… due to '34 Counts' in a CIVIL "case'… Election Interference which is Executive Order 13848 with a National Emergency declared…

But for the sake of stooping to their low level IQs and even the douche canoes out there who claim to be "Patriots" and trying to trash those who know what is going on.

This is now President Trump meeting 8 Foreign Leaders 9 times since April 2024 alone.

Obama & Biden used the Logan Act on their 3-Star General, DIA Director, and removed him for correspondence with a Russian Diplomat.

Logan Act = 'Private Correspondence with Foreign Leader.'

Logan Act = Title 18 = Federal & Criminal Procedures

8 Foreign Leaders 9 TIMES since April… for the wholeeeeeeeeee dang world to see… 

President Trump, President Trump Supporters, Republicans, Conservatives, MAGA, Patriots, could NOT say, "nah uhhh, no I/he didn't."

If President Trump was a 'Former' President… With the whole world seeing the breaking of FEDERAL Laws, why didn’t Democrats invoke the Logan Act, 18 United States Code Section 953, on him if he’s a “felon?”

They could also invoke the 25th Amendment on him after the Logan Act, IF he was a 'Former' President due to breaking FEDERAL Law during the time of a sitting President.

And if "Biden" were President, and President Trump a 'Former,' that action would also qualify for the breaking of another Federal Law, his own signed in Executive Order 13848, with his declaration of a National Emergency, for Election Interference, during an Election year and on a sitting President. 

8 Foreign Leaders, 9 TIMES, and where's "Biden" and "Kamala?" Where's the Democrats?

Perhaps because he’s not a former President, he’s a Wartime Commander with the Constitution Suspended (Article 1 Section 9 Clause 2) which means Military Government.

Suspension of Constitution = Military Government 

Military Government = Military Occupation 

Military Occupation requires a Continuity of Operations and Government

CURRENT and INVOKED:

Executive Orders National Emergencies Proclamations Title 10 invoked Title 50 invoked Department of Defense Directives Federal Continuity Directives and their Publications

MORE than clearly outline: Military Government, Occupation, COOP and COG.

A Continuity of Operations and Government has 8 National ESSENTIAL Functions. And there's Publications all under the Federal Continuity Directives 1 and 2, issued January 17 and June 13, 2017, that are outlined in June 4, 2024, DoDI 3020.26, all consistent with 2024 Directives and Instruction Publications, are using President Trump's order of succession.

If "Biden" were President, how come "he" does not have ONE SINGLE Order of Succession with ANY Department in Government and Military?

In September 2024 Department of Defense Directive 5240.01….

Letter (k): 

The Defense Intelligence Components will only conduct, or provide support for the conduct of, covert activities: 

(1) In times of war declared by Congress; 

(2) During a period covered by a report from the President to Congress in accordance with Public Law 93-148; or 

(3) When such actions have been approved by the President and directed by the Secretary of Defense. 

Weird… because #2 = Public Law 93-148.

Public Law 93-148 = War Powers Act of 1973

War Powers Act of 1973 = Chapter 33 of Title 50.

The LAST amendment to Title 50 Chapter 33 = Section 1550.

Section 1550 = First 180-days after December 20, 2019, and every 180-days after, President reports to Defense Committees the use of regular and IRREGULAR forces of U.S. Forces and Partner Forces.

First 180-days alone = Presidential Federalization of Reserve Components to Active Duty with Executive Orders 13912 and 13919, still ACTIVE. 

3 = Executive Orders 13912 and 13919

Executive Order 13919 = President DIRECTED Secretary of Defense equal authority to Federalize Selected Reserves to Active-Duty. 

The National Guard and Reserve Components are active DAILY in their state jurisdictions and out of their state jurisdictions.

[cloudstongue]

i have pulled a taco so many times that im not sure my 148 iq points are still all there

-📟

your iq points are like 277383814.

oughhhhh i cant do anythinggg nowwww

doctor, what do you say i have

[back2bluesidex]

Right Place, Wrong Person is a reminder that Kim Namjoon has iq 148 and he knows how to put it in work.

[bts-apocalypse-au]

Kim Namjoon Profile: 🐨

Age: 30

Occupation: Scientist at HYBE Corp, met Tae briefly during his internship.  

Species: Human

Weakness: Gets sick easily, god of destruction powers

Strength: IQ 148, determinedness/resolve, focus, courage, loyalty