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Happy Birthday, Namjoon! ♡ (1994.09.12)

[jkvjimin]

PARK JIMIN & KIM NAMJOON ↳ MMM (Mini & Moni Music)

[yooboobies]

happy birthday my favourite human ♡♡

hope to see you smile soon ♡

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[rjshope]

Happy birthday, Namjoon (12.09.1994)✨

[thepurplememo]

Namjoon's dragon eyes are one of the most attractive thing ever, the aura screams royalty.

[i-kyujin]

. ヰ ┄ 　how could my day be bad

when i’m with you?　𓈒 ◌

[wieqo]

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ✦✧⠀ཉ ̮͡ू 🍓 Talk To Me Again 𖩩ᭂ

[namchyoon]

day 243/547 until joon returns cr. namuspromised

[nini-jooni]

🟩🦈

[raplinenthusiasts]

for @magicshop 💛 cr. namuspromised

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[darkpuppysuit]

Namjoon..... Namjoonie baby please..... Have mercy 🥺😍🥵

[btsgotjams27]

pitch fest | knj

At Pitch Fest, a high-stakes event for discovering the next big book, you find yourself reluctantly partnered with your charming yet infuriating business partner, Namjoon. As he flirts his way through the week, you struggle with your unresolved feelings from a past kiss. Amidst a whirlwind of playful bickering and simmering jealousy, Namjoon’s persistence and seductive charm ignite a passionate confrontation, leading to a revealing and intimate moment that forces you both to confront the true nature of your relationship.

✨ title: pitch fest (don’t push your luck drabble) ✨ pairing: knj x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff, a lil angst (you know me) | co-workers, ex-college rivals, slight e2l ✨ word count: 1.2k | ✨ rating: R ✨ warnings: jealously, some begging, namjoon’s actually kinda sweet in this one, kissing, a smol erection ✨ a/n: just a little drabble for joonie’s birthday. i’m sorry it’s been so long since i’ve written anything. i’m honestly surprised i was able to even write anything. anywho, i hope you enjoy it. (oop--forgot to mention this is my don't push your luck couple!)

read > don't push your luck | read > under the mistletoe (drabble)

Pitch Fest is a yearly event where authors and agents speed date to try and find the best, up-and-coming books.

In previous years, you attended these events with your beloved ex-colleague, Raha, but this year, you’re stuck with your partner in crime, Namjoon. And as you expected, he turned on his charm, ready to sign any author that made a pass at him or slipped them their number. If you only had a dollar for every time that happened, then maybe you wouldn’t have to go into business with him.

You expected the door to slam shut after you, but it didn’t. Instead, a hand pounds against it, propping it open.

Namjoon calls out your name and like the stubborn person you are, you don’t answer. You’re ready for the week to be over so you can head back home and cuddle up with a fluffy blanket and a cup of hot chocolate.

Normally, you’d pack everything in your suitcase the morning of, but you need to keep yourself occupied or else you’ll throw a hair dryer at Namjoon’s head. You’re only keeping the essentials out to wash up tonight and tomorrow, along with your pajamas and set of new clothes.

There’s a felt presence behind you as you’re pulling shirts and dresses off their hangers.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon asks, grasping your arm, but you knock into him on your way to the bathroom.

You can hear a small sigh coming from him as you walk away. You’re ridiculous—you know you are. The two of you have never defined anything regarding your relationship, so flirting with other people shouldn’t have you riled up. He’s free to do whatever or whoever he wants. You just hate that he kissed you during Christmas and nothing has come of it since then.

Of course, there’s the constant quips and butting of heads, but that’s nothing new with the pair of you. That’s how it’s always been.

Namjoon leans against the door frame, watching you grab your makeup, and stuff it in your bag. “Can you talk to me? Please?”

You catch his gaze in the mirror, ignoring his question again.

A beat passes and he isn’t ready to give up. He stands beside you, urging you to stop what you’re doing.

“I can’t read your mind. Did I do something wrong?” His eyes are desperately searching for any kind of reaction.

You suck in your lips, turning to him with a fake smile. “Nope. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re just being you.” There’s a twinge of displeasure when you deliver that last line.

He pulls back, stunned by your hostility. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” You shrug. “You’re practically flirting and throwing yourself at women this entire week.”

Namjoon scoffs. “That’s what you’re mad about? It’s our job to get the best authors. What do you think I’m doing?”

“You were totally flirting with that one author,” you mumble, shaking your head as you continue stuffing your bag. The author with the low-cut top and mini skirt who was trying to sell her book about her dog's diary.

His mouth hangs before replying, “I was not!” He reassures you.

You whip around. “Yeah huh!” You cringe when you realize you sound like a child, and you hate that Namjoon can do this to you. It shouldn’t be so easy for him to push your buttons, but he’s like an itch you can’t scratch, a bug you can’t squash, a—you get the picture. He’s a pain in the ass.

He crosses his arms and cocks his head. “And if I was? Are you jealous or something?”

Your eyes go bug-eyed. “Me? Jealous?  Pfft–you couldn't be more wrong.”

You whiz past him again, but he grasps your hand, pulling you and backing you up against the counter. Your eyes dart to his and you're praying he can't see the visible gulp you just swallowed.

“What?” you seethe through your teeth.

Namjoon's smirk makes you want to wipe it off his face. “You're cute when you're jealous. Should've done more of it so I could see you like this.”

If only your eyes could burn straight through that big head of his.

“Don't call me cute,” you huff, looking down at the ground.

His expression softens, and he raises your chin. He softly looks into your eyes, and you follow him as he glances at your lips, then back up. Namjoon's thumb strokes your cheek, making your heart flutter and your stomach somersault. Your chest rises and falls, breaths slowing down as you scan his face and your eyes land on the delicate beauty mark just below his lower lip.

“Cute.”

Your jaw tightens when he says it again. “I hate you.”

Those three words come out of your mouth but you don’t really mean it—well, maybe like 90% of it. He has some redeeming qualities.

“Yeah?” Namjoon’s fingers trace your jaw, then your neck. “What do you hate? Gotta be specific.”

“I hate….your lips,” you say breathlessly when he touches your collarbone.

“What else?” He growls, moving closer to you, his forehead now resting against yours.

“Your voice.”

Namjoon pulls back with a low chuckle and hums.

“Hate how it does something to me, especially during work meetings, when you pull me close and whisper in my ear,” you admit. His voice goes deep and rumbles, sending shivers throughout your body. Every. Single. Time.

He leans in close, right next to your ear. His breath warms up your skin, making your hair stand on its end.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your hands are splayed across his taut chest, toying with the button on his dress shirt. “You're gonna have to work a lot harder for a kiss.”

“You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?”

“As you should.” It’s only fair, you think.

“Please…” Namjoon whispers, lips ghosting over yours, his thigh now slotted between your legs. “Can I kiss you?”

“Wouldn't you rather kiss Miss-Mini-Skirt?” you quip, knowing full well he doesn’t—evident of his arousal.

Namjoon shakes his head. “She's not the one slotted between my thighs, now is she?”

“Hmm, I suppose you have a point.”

“So, please…let me kiss you.”

“Or what?”

He closes his eyes, resting his forehead against yours. “Or else I'm gonna go insane like I've been all week, sleeping in the same room with you, being so close but can't touch you.”

Wrapping your arms around him, you play with the ends of his hair, twirling it around your fingers. You pull back, eyes wandering to his, then to his lips—they’re full and plump, ready to be ravished. Not gonna lie, you’ve been dreaming about them for months on end.

”Well, are you gonna stand there or kiss me?”

A smile sweeps across Namjoon’s face before he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. It’s soft, even hesitant for a few moments until you pull him closer. His hands are on your waist, then traces along your thighs, hooking his hands around them, lifting you onto the frosty marble countertop.

He breaks the kiss, but his lips are attached to yours again within seconds.

“Joon?” You say breathlessly with half-lidded eyes.

”Yeah?” He’s restless, wanting more kisses from you. Namjoon catches your bottom lip, nibbling, making his way across to the other side.

“I still hate your lips because they're so plush and soft.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Good. Come hate my lips some more.”

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