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cinnaminsvga · 5 months ago

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25 | valedictorian!namjoon

25. ❝ things you said in front of other people❞ genre: angst // words: 2.3K a/n: happy belated bday to joonbug... keep healthy and stay safe, many people are rooting for you (that's @ you, my dear reader)

The truth of the matter was that… Namjoon was stupid.

It was an undeniable fact that he has lived with for the entirety of his life so far. He could read hundreds of books on every topic under the sun, but it would never erase the cloying idiocy that seemed to cling to him like the plague.

No one could ever tell he didn’t try, though. He studied hard, from mathematics to poetry, in hopes of honing his skills. He asked to be enrolled into the Kumon program when he was six, for crying out loud. When other kids his age were collecting Pokémon cards and watching Dragon Ball, he was sharpening the blade… of his mind. It was nerdy, loser-like behavior, but he didn’t care. Or at least, that’s what he convinced himself to believe.

It was easier to swallow the pain of a lost childhood to academics when he could trick himself into thinking that he wanted to become smarter, that’s all. Perhaps it was this fallacy that led him down this road of stupidity, but Namjoon didn’t want to think too hard about it. At least, not anymore. It felt like it was too late to cry over spilled milk at this point.

After all, it was his last day of university, officially. He was one step away from entering the gates of adulthood, his shoulders already sagging from the idea of being an overworked salaryman. He was sitting quietly outside the graduation ceremony hall, watching as classmates that he’s known for the better part of four-ish years walked around campus in their sweeping black togas. Occasionally, echoes of “congratulations!” and “you did it!” were directed towards him as they sent their regards. Their gaze would then sweep down to the semi-crumpled piece of paper in his sweaty hands, which held the words he would utter in front of the entire student body in just a few short hours.

He hadn’t seen you around yet. This year’s graduating class seemed larger than ever, though Namjoon suspected that his growing nausea had more to do with the speech than the actual number of students. The thought of public speaking had never unnerved him before—years of debate club had strengthened his resolve and decades of bullying had hardened his heart. He would never quiver before a crowd, but today was different. Today, you would be there. You were always the difference when it came to him.

He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to see you before the ceremony. If you had walked up to him, smiling and effortlessly bright as always, all the nerves he’d painstakingly held together over the past two weeks might have crumbled right there. For some reason, you made him so damn stupid, but he could never fault you for that. It was definitely a skill issue, as his friend Jungkook liked to say.

It was funny, in a tragic sort of way. This was the first time in his entire life that he regretted studying so hard. If he hadn’t been so obsessive about his grades, then perhaps he wouldn’t have become valedictorian. Then, he wouldn’t have been approached, no, forced by the school dean to have the honor of delivering the graduation speech this year.

He’d always been fascinated by the butterfly effect—small decisions creating ripples with larger consequences. It was poetic in theory. In reality, it was nothing short of brutal. If he hadn’t spent his whole life focused on books and tests, maybe he wouldn’t have ended up here, teetering on the edge of a confession he wasn’t even sure he was brave enough to give.

Because of course, it wasn’t the crowd he feared. It was you.

You, with your easy smiles and the way you always managed to be in the right place at the right time. You, who had been there for him since freshman year, had quietly burrowed a space inside his chest and decided to call it home.

Namjoon had never been good with people. Socializing was an art he couldn’t grasp, a dance he didn’t know the steps to. But you made it look so effortless. And for years, he had told himself that he couldn’t risk it—that he couldn’t jeopardize what little connection he had with you by saying the wrong thing, by stumbling through a conversation the way he always did.

So he stayed silent, letting the moments slip by. And now, it was too late. You were both graduating. He’d spent all this time standing on the sidelines, watching as life moved forward, always assuming there’d be more time to figure it out.

But the end was fast approaching.

In a matter of hours, you’d both walk across the stage and into lives that likely wouldn’t intersect as easily. This graduation could be the last time he saw you, the last time he’d have a reason to talk to you without it feeling forced.

He knew he had to say something, anything. He had spent too long letting his feelings fester, too long hiding behind his books. This speech, this moment, was his last chance to tell you how much you meant to him. Even if you never understood the full weight of his words, he needed to say them. He could act like a fool in front of the entire world for all he cared. He just needed to know that he tried.

He could feel his neck growing hot as the volunteer ushers called for everyone to take their positions as they all prepared for the procession. He was placed near the front of the queue as expected, given that he’d need to sit right at the front to make it easier for him to take the stage. He was surrounded by more familiar faces, their lips curved into smiles despite the way their eyes were digging daggers into his chest.

But Namjoon was undeterred. In fact, their jealousy only fueled his determination.

You were likely somewhere behind him, just one face among a sea of hundreds. He probably wouldn’t even be able to spot you from his seat, nor when he would go to stand in front. It’s for the best, he argued to himself, but a small part of him wished you were by his side, much like how you always had been.

The blaring, triumphant procession music sounded like static in his ears as he robotically made his way to his assigned seat. His parents were somewhere in the stands, but he didn’t have the willpower to look around for them. He was dead set on calming his thundering heart, and seeing the mildly impressed expression of his Korean father wouldn’t exactly be the boost of confidence that he needed.

It will all be over in no time, said the hopeful part of himself. It sounded strangely like your voice.

More like I will be over in no time, said the self-sabotaging part of himself. This one sounded just like him. The one who put him in this mess in the first place.

The president of the university was giving his well-wishes. He stood and clapped and bowed when instructed, but he was focusing most of his brain power trying not to vomit and die. That wouldn’t be a good look, even for him. The world was growing hazy and unfocused, and it felt like the ceiling was going to come crashing down on him. He would welcome that ending, at this point.

Namjoon swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the bottle of water he’d drained before the ceremony. He could feel the weight of the folded speech in his clasped hands, the corners pressing into his palm like tiny daggers. He wasn’t sure what was more terrifying: standing in front of hundreds of people, or the fact that his heart was laid bare between the lines of his carefully constructed words.

The applause died down. He faintly registered that the university president was calling his name. He stood, legs shaking, and made his way to the podium. The walk felt endless, each step dragging him further into the spotlight, further into the unknown. He couldn’t run now, not with the eyes of his peers, professors, and—you—on him.

He adjusted the microphone, his hands trembling as he unfolded the speech. The words blurred momentarily, but he forced himself to focus. He took a breath. And then another.

“I…uh…” He coughed, clearing his throat. “Good afternoon, everyone.”

The crowd was silent, waiting.

“I stand here today, not just as a student, but as someone who’s grown alongside all of you. We’ve faced challenges together, celebrated victories, and somehow survived the never-ending deadlines. Dear god, the deadlines…” Namjoon started, hazarding a tentative smile.

A few chuckles echoed back at him. He felt a sliver of relief, but it wasn’t enough to ease the squirrel doing jump-and-jacks in his stomach.

“Today is supposed to be a day of closure, a final chapter before we all move on to new beginnings. But I think… not everything in life wraps up so neatly. Some things, the things that matter most, tend to linger with you. They stay in your mind, in your heart, even when you’re not sure how to express them.”

He shifted slightly, his grip tightening on the edges of the podium.

“I’ve learned a lot over these past few years—about hard work, perseverance, and how to navigate life’s uncertainties. But perhaps the most valuable lesson has been about people. About the quiet impact someone can have on your life without them ever realizing it. How sometimes, you don't even realize it yourself until it’s too late.”

He paused, the words feeling heavier than they had in his rehearsals.

“There are moments that leave an impression on you. A smile, a shared laugh, a conversation at just the right time. These things can change the course of your day—maybe even the course of your life. And we don’t always get the chance to say how much those moments meant.”

Namjoon’s gaze swept the crowd, but for a fraction of a second, his eyes landed in the general area where he thought you might be sitting. He quickly looked away before anyone could notice.

“So, while this is a time for celebration and new opportunities, I’d like to encourage everyone to remember the people who’ve helped shape who we are today. After all, we are nothing if not a sum of all our parts. All of us were built by every shard of wisdom and experience that have been gifted to us by our professors, our esteemed staff, our classmates, our family… and our loved ones.” Namjoon’s voice nearly cracked at the end, his throat seizing with unspoken emotion. He shook his head imperceptibly, pushing himself just a little more.

I’m almost at the finish line. Find courage, Kim Namjoon.

“As we reach the end of our journey, wherever the rest of our lives may take us, we must never forget to thank the ones who were there quietly, maybe when we needed them the most, even if we never said a word. They’re the ones who matter most in the end.”

A soft murmur rippled through the crowd, but Namjoon pressed on, his mind spinning as he forced himself to keep going.

“We may not always get the chance to go back and say the things we never said. But if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll find the courage to express what’s been in your heart before it’s too late.”

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, hoping that somehow, in the sea of faces, you would understand what he couldn’t quite say aloud.

“Thank you, to all those people. You’ve made all the difference.”

Namjoon descended from the podium with shaky legs, the sound of polite applause blending into the blood rushing in his ears. He returned to his seat, barely registering the congratulations from his classmates. His chest felt tight, his heart still racing from the speech. The words he had rehearsed so many times now echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he wondered if anyone—if you—had understood what he really meant.

The ceremony continued, speeches blending into each other, names being called in a steady rhythm. Namjoon tried to focus, but it was as if he were outside of himself, watching everything from a distance. His own moment to receive his diploma passed in a blur—the walk across the stage, the handshake with the university president, the obligatory photo—he barely remembered any of it.

But then, as the procession continued, he heard your name.

It was as if Namjoon’s world had tilted on its axis. His fingers gripped the edge of his chair as he watched you make your way to the stage, your calm, steady steps betraying none of the nervous energy he felt. You looked poised, composed—everything he wished he could be.

When you reached the podium, your eyes scanned the front of the crowd. You knew where he was seated, it would only be a matter of time until you—And then, for just a split second, they found his.

The world seemed to slow down. The noise of the crowd, the hum of the microphone, even the faint breeze of the air conditioner rustling through the venue—it all faded away. Namjoon felt his pulse thunder in his ears as your gaze held his, steady and unreadable. He felt faint, like a sudden gust of wind might push him over. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, and that terrified him.

He was certain it would end there, just a fleeting moment of eye contact that would leave him overanalyzing for days, wondering what you saw when you looked at him. But then the photographer said something Namjoon could barely hear, and you turned away to take your diploma.

"Smile for the camera!" the photographer called.

You turned back, but not toward the camera. You smiled—not a polite, rehearsed one for the photo, but a soft, genuine smile that lit up your face. And it wasn’t for the photographer. It was for him.

Namjoon’s breath hitched, his mind scrambling to process what had just happened. His heart was pounding again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. It was something else. Something warmer, something that made the world around him fade even further.

The camera flashed, capturing the moment, but all Namjoon could see was you.

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jungshookz · 1 year ago

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LVEB couple morning love making and it’s just so fluffy and horny and something to remind me how single i am😭

y/n is always nice and warm in the morning but for some reason it feels like she's been EXTRA nice and warm this holiday season and namjoon doesn't usually find himself this dizzy with thoughts of his girlfriend but he woke up a little earlier than usual after having dreamt about her (he doesn't even recall what happened in the dream but he's getting flashes of her soft thighs n the smell of her pear shampoo) and when he looks over to see her still dozing peacefully he doesn't want to wake her up but also...

namjoon pokes a tongue out to swipe over his slightly chapped bottom lip as he snakes an arm around your waist and brings you towards him and he can't help but feel a little extra excited at how perfectly you slot into his body

he's trying to be careful to not wake you up but also if you just so happened to wake up because of his attempt to cuddle then that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world

he buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a gentle inhale of your shampoo and the soft smell of your skin (he always thinks you have a very natural scent to you and you say it's because of all the baking you do) and he doesn't even realize that his left hand has been wandering down this whole time until he's playing with the delicate waistline of your panties, fingers plucking with the little bow at the top

"shit." namjoon mutters to himself, swallowing thickly when he feels himself getting hornier -- he really doesn't know what's gotten into him this morning but he's just hoping that you wake up soon because his situation is starting to ache a little-

"mm..." your brows scrunch together slightly as your back arches slightly in a stretch, your bum pressing against namjoon's front making him let out an involuntary moan

and when y/n is fully awake (albeit still a little bit sleepy) the first thing she's aware of is that namjoon is already awake because there's something stiff pressing against her thigh and she does take the opportunity to tease him a little bit because he usually gets bashful about waking up like this and not wanting to disturb her sleep (truth be told she loves being woken up like this) and it seems to go 0 to 100 pretty fast because soon enough she finds herself with her shorts and panties hanging off of one ankle and the musky scent of namjoon's sandalwood shampoo taking over every one of her senses and-

"joon-" you whimper, a breath catching in your throat when namjoon presses in further, one hand clasping your waist while the other cups your bum and gives it a squeeze

"holy fuck, you feel so good-" namjoon groans, head dropping against your shoulder as a shiver shoots up his spine at the sensation (you feel so incredibly nice and so incredibly warm) and he pulls back slightly before pushing himself all the way in

"please fuck me, please-" you are not a woman of many words outside of the bedroom but namjoon loves how talkative you can get when the two of you are intimate and he's trying very hard to hold himself back and take it slow because the two of you did just get up but when you're begging him for his dick like this especially after the dream he had, he doesn't know if he can control himself any further

anyway lveb!couple supremacy for life

🎄christmas at cee's place 2023!🎄

#alright i'm speedrunning through these bc i kinda blew xmas w cee #i like this format though hehe #lveb #lveb!namjoon #namjoon drabbles #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon fluff recs #namjoon smut #namjoon smut recs #bts writer #bts author recs #bts writer recs #kim namjoon #bts reader insert #namjoon fics #namjoon fic recs

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dalchiid · 1 year ago

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𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘

Covetous Namjoon is the gift that keeps on giving.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Namjoon x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 6,211

Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Mild Choking, Fingering, Spanking, Smut, Biting, Blood

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! I'm still working on the OT7 Yandere fic but I wanted to gift you all something. We're paying Alternate Ending Covetous Namjoon a visit. Just a little smut to hold you all over until the OT7 fic comes out 😉

It's so cold out. You can hear the way the wind whistles and it's what initially stirred you from your slumber. That and a weight on your back that sends chills down your form. Your naked back is caressed slowly from the top and down the length of your skin in soothing touches. In soothing kisses. It feels nice but it's not what you want right now. What you want is to sleep some more as you revel in the warmth of the blankets that were slowly pulled from your flesh.

You tremble a little as your skin pricks in goosebumps. It's enough to make the weight on top of you chuckle deeply and spread open mouth kisses across your shoulders.

Whining you blindly reach for the covers that rest loosely around your naked waist. You try to tug it up and over yourself but it's pushed aside.

"No," you cry uselessly. "I'm cold."

The kisses stop for a moment as the person's lips are replaced by gentle fingers.

"Do you want me to raise up the heater?"

Your eyes are still closed but you shake your head nonetheless in response. "I just want to stay in bed a bit more."

The person hums but you know he's not just any person. You've been stuck with him for months now and you guess he wouldn't take so lightly that he's listed as some random person in your head.

He hums again before he pulls back leaving your back exposed to the warm air that feels chilly once his form leaves you.

"I got you something," he says.

You don't dare open your eyes but you feel whatever it is he's holding dangle before your face.

"Namjoon I want to sleep. Please?"

You let out a pained yelp when you feel his fingers pinch your backside and that's enough to get you to open your eyes.

"Don't be such a brat." There's no malice in his tone but you can tell he's not fond of your dismissive attitude right now.

You wish you could sleep a little longer as you had a hard time sleeping last night. You've been having a hard time sleeping most nights.

After the day Namjoon found you you were a shivering wreck of a mess. You cried a lot and that lead to sleepless nights and short naps you cried yourself into. Despite time having passed you still have worries. Most of them about Hoseok and how you're waiting for him to find you again.

You honestly don't know if you'd prefer that over the life you're living right now because it's far from perfect. If anything you think you're living on edge because it's only a matter of time, right?

Last night was no different. It took Namjoon warming up some tea for you and holding you close until you felt your resolve begin to crumble - as it has almost every day because now you're back to square one. You're hooked again. Hooked on Namjoon's saliva the way you were on Hoseok's. It's sad really but you don't have time to pity yourself like you would like to. Namjoon doesn't stand for it. He doesn't like it when you feel sorry for yourself. Instead he prefers you place all of your attention on to him because he believes he can distract you enough. With his kiss and with his body.

Namjoon shakes the bag in front of your face to catch your attention and now with your eyes open you see that it's a gift. A pastel pink bag covered in glitter. You don't reach for it at first but all it takes is for you to see the way Namjoon's brow raises in silent question for you to take it.

Slowly you grab for it and once it's in your hands he lets go.

It feels pretty light. There is a slight weight to it and you briefly wonder what it could be. You look over to Namjoon who rests on his side of the bed perching his head on his open palm.

"What is it," you ask.

"Why don't you wash up and put it on. I'll wait for you right here."

You frown at his demand but you know you don't have much say when it comes to him. Whatever it may be - it's Namjoon's way.

You get up from bed and hold the bag close to your naked chest. It's not like he hasn't seen you naked before but you always feel so seen around him. Naked. Figuratively speaking. Raw. You feel raw with Namjoon. It's nothing like with Hoseok who over time you grew used to being naked around each other. You feel like prey around the vampire and you think you always will be.

Hurriedly you make your way to the bathroom that's connected to this room. The floor feels chilly against your feet forcing you to balance on the balls of them as your toes try to curl.

The bathroom looks pretty similar to Hoseok's which you don't know if it was designed to be that way on purpose or not. When you first walked into it you froze. It sent your mind reeling and when you asked Namjoon about it he only hummed like he was intrigued.

"Interesting," was all he said in response.

You don't think this was a coincidence at all.

You remember asking him how he got a hold on this place. Was it built specifically for the brothers? There weren't a lot of rooms so you figured that was probably a no but Namjoon answered you and stated it's a place he had built for himself. He would come here if he needed some space. No servants worked here so it was only him and now you. Your new prison meant you had more privacy. No one to come fetch you when you're alone and no one to intrude on whatever you and Hoseok were doing.

To be honest you thought that you had a chance to easily escape then. Despite this place being far into the forest which meant any help that there could be was far from your reach. Any cars that come here are by Namjoon's orders. Whether it be because they're picking him up or dropping him off. Or even when the person is dropping off some groceries or whatever else it was that Namjoon needed. Outside of that you thought you still had a chance to leave until one day when you were alone did you realize your predicament. The door could only lock with a key. Both outside and in. There was no way for you to unlock the door and escape and only the gods know how distrustful Namjoon is of you so no he doesn't leave you with a spare key.

That was an Earth shattering realization for you and that meant you had to conform to this new life.

"Don't take too long." You're brought of your head when Namjoon calls out to you. "I have to be at my brothers' after this."

Which means he'll be washing up without you after you put on whatever it is he got for you. He has to to avoid any of his brothers smelling you on him. It's how he's gotten away with it for these past few months.

Is it wrong that you kind of want to get caught? You'll be back with Hoseok... Is that any better than being with Namjoon? You don't know. It's a little too scary to think about.

Placing the gift onto the counter you quickly set things up. From brushing your teeth to taking a warm shower that heats you up from the cold weather that wants to seep into the house. You wish you could stay beneath the water for just a bit longer but you don't want to deal with Namjoon's mouth.

The shower comes to a stop so you can dry yourself. Despite not wanting to hear his mouth you take your time to do your skincare.

You're feeling a little apprehensive in opening up this gift of yours. He's given you gifts before and now with it being Christmas day you're not surprised at all with being gifted something yet again.

You look over to the bag before looking back into the mirror as you take a wild guess to what's inside. It feels pretty light so it has to be clothes. There's some weight to it but not much but you can't even begin to think as to why. You know you'll have to look in the bag eventually so once you're done everything you reach for it with shaky hands.

Opening the gift bag up you pull out the decorative tissue paper from inside. What's inside leaves you feeling breathless but unsurprised. Lingerie.

It's all black and he knows your size because he's measured you before. A lace top that's in the shape of a butterfly up front and thin straps that hold up the back. There are more thin straps - two that stretch along your legs with loops at the end in the shape of garters. Reaching into the bag again you find a matching high waisted double strapped thong.

You sigh because Namjoon buying you lingerie is nothing new to you. He does it quite a bit and because of that you know his preferences being that you place the thong over the garter because he wants to take it off without having to undo everything else.

"What's the fun in wearing lingerie if you have to take it off for sex?"

His words from the past are loud in your head but you get it. Occasionally he'd pull the underwear to the side but again, you've learned his preferences.

Before putting the lingerie on you go to toss the bag onto the floor but you feel something shift in there and you're reminded of the weight you felt in it from before. Curiously you peak inside the bag and see something else that has your brow raising in interest.

You reach in and take out a bondage collar. The leather is thick and holds three o shaped rings. One in the middle and two on either side. On the middle one there's a black heart shaped charm that when you turn it around you see the word 'Princess' engraved into it.

You can't help but to huff a laugh. Both in indignation and something else. You were interested in this collar that's for sure but you weren't going to admit that to Namjoon. Otherwise he'd think he was winning you over somehow.

Much like Hoseok you... tolerate your captor but it's because what he can provide for you. Providing his saliva that leaves you susceptible to his advances. You don't think much of it because it's what you want, but there is one issue. Namjoon enjoys toying with you. Meaning he enjoys withholding from you his saliva until you're practically begging him for it. He has a power trip knowing he can make you beg for him to do anything and everything. Him leaving you stupefied until you're begging for more than just his saliva. It's annoying really and on more than one occasion you've fought back. Mouthed off at him. You know you hit a nerve when he flexes his jaw but despite that he manages to reign you in. Eventually...

Looking into the mirror you bring the collar to your throat and strap it on like a belt. It doesn't feel too tight but it's not loose enough to hang. Afterwards you put on the lingerie that slips over your body perfectly.

Heaving a big sigh again as you look at your reflection you roll your eyes before heading out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom.

On the four poster bed Namjoon awaits you. He's typing something out on his phone and when he's done does he grace you with his attention. It starts off small but then his smile widens until his dimples show.

"Come here." He extends a hand out towards you.

You tongue your cheek and try to make yourself look as uninterested as possible because you're both clearly wanting different things. He wants sex and you want your high. They oftentimes come together but it depends on how much you annoy him at first.

You walk over and crawl across the bed to him. His hand slowly retracts the more you crawl towards him until you come to a stop once you're straddling his waist.

Namjoon looks you over with a bite to his bottom lip. His hands come up to rest atop your thighs where he runs them appreciatively before his eyes roam up to watch the way the heart shaped charm jingles against the metal when you scoot up more. His smile just turns absolutely devious and with a finger he loops it through the o shaped ring that holds the charm and tugs you forward.

"Like your present, princess?"

You don't give him an answer but it doesn't stop him from laughing.

"You look good enough to eat."

"Not until I have my hit."

Namjoon's brow raises and his smile falters a little.

Strike one.

"You can have what you want after I've had my fill of you." He goes to grab your waist and flip you over but you fight to keep upright.

Strike two.

"Y/N," he warns.

"Namjoon," you bite back in a mocking tone.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as you see him trying to calm down. You're so close to a strike three and you know it.

You hop off of him and sit by his side. Your arms cross as you huff and now you wait to see what he has to say.

Namjoon sits up and looks over to you with the eyes of a dragon. That's what you liken them to whenever he stares at you like this. He's clearly upset but there's something else in that look of his and it's that your attitude is turning him on.

"Why are you such a brat?"

You give him a deadpan look. "You made me this way."

His brows shoot up and he has to fight to control his laughter. "I made you this way?"

Nodding you look off towards the side. You know you shouldn't but you can't help what you mumble next. "I was never like this with Hoseok."

There's a stillness in the air and before you know it you're pushed onto your back with Namjoon straddling you.

Strike three.

His hand comes around your neck and if it weren't because of the collar you're sure he would choke you.

"What did I say to you about mentioning my brother's name in front of me? Hm?" There's a slight tremble to his voice as anger surges through him.

You wriggle uncomfortably beneath the vampire and bring a hand up to claw at his own. You grunt at the discomfort but it doesn't stop him.

"I'm sorry," you strain out.

Namjoon laughs. "You're never sorry, Y/N. It's the same shit with you all the time."

He brings his face closer to yours and bumps his nose against your own. His lips ghost over your own and you find yourself parting them for what's to come.

His tongue slips out to roam across your awaiting mouth but when he feels your own peek out he pulls back. You whine at the loss of contact and it takes everything in Namjoon not to laugh.

A smirk breaks across his face as he eases up his hold around your neck. "You think you deserve it after saying what you said?"

Your hand that clawed at his one holds him tight and without resistance from his end you move it until he's cupping your breast.

You give a half hearted moan. "Please?"

Namjoon huffs a laugh. "You're so pathetic, but all mine."

His words do hit a nerve that you try to ignore. It'll only sour your mood the more you think on it but there's a lingering pain left behind. It's quickly smoothed over though when his hand cupping your breast begins to make a descent towards your sex where you're not quite wet yet and you know he knows this.

He hums and looks down to admire your lace clad body. His pointer finger follows along the design until it finds your clothed sex where he applies pressure over it in search of your clit.

"How wet can you get for me," he asks.

You know he's not really interested in a response but you say something anyway.

"As wet as you want."

This makes his smile grow wide until his dimples show. You're complying with his advances but you both know it's because you want that high. You'll do anything for it. Even if it means that you'll make a fool out of yourself.

He slips his fingers across the length of your thong until he pulls it to the side to expose you for himself. His index and middle fingers run along your slit where slowly but surely you begin to grow wet with your arousal and it makes him groan.

"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

You look off towards the side in embarrassment but Namjoon isn't having any of that. With his other hand he grips your chin and directs your attention over to him.

"Don't tell me you're growing shy on me," he laughs. "After how many times I've had a taste of you?"

Your eyes shift around as you try to just revel in the feel of him but the more he talks the more you grow annoyed.

You huff in irritation and it catches Namjoon's attention.

He raises a brow at you all the while his fingers rub against your clit. "Care to share what's on your mind?"

No actually because you know if you tell him to shut up and get the act over with so you can get your high it will only entice him to do otherwise.

Your silence is loud and it makes Namjoon suck his teeth in a mocking way.

"You always have something to say. What is it," he asks with a smirk. "Too afraid of risking punishment?"

There's a small pout on your lips that quickly parts in an o shape when he slips a finger inside. He curls the digit over and over again and it has your legs trembling just the slightest bit.

"You know for someone who talks a lot of shit you're very quiet right now. I may have made you into a brat so go ahead. Act like one."

Your eyes are directed onto him and they squint in suspicion.

You know Namjoon enjoys punishing you and clearly he's trying to get you to talk so he can do so again. The question is if you're going to fall for it or not. The faster you get through this the faster you can get your high but you also can't give up the chance to mouth off at Namjoon. Does that make you a masochist? Maybe but it also brings up the thoughts on whether you enjoy doing these things with Namjoon. You don't like to think about it the same way you didn't like to think about it with Hoseok. You're doing this for yourself you reason so it's alright you guess.

"You want me to act like a brat?" Your eyes close in pleasure when he adds a second finger in. "Then how about you do a better job in fingering me first."

You have to stop yourself from whining when he stops all together. You're about to open your eyes to stare at him but they're quick to stay shut when you wince in pain.

Namjoon spanks your cunt once then twice. "There she is. I was wondering where she went."

You clench your teeth together in mild frustration. "Yeah she's here and what? It doesn't change the fact that you're doing minimal effort to get me off."

You can't help the way your eyes widen when you feel Namjoon grip your face. It's with the hand he wasn't touching you with and he holds on to you hard. He's giving you those dragon eyes again as he observes you. You can't tell if your words were too much and maybe now he's pissed. You normally don't complain about the pleasure he gives you or lack of so this is kind of new to you.

He softly shakes your head side to side as he tongues his cheek. "Anything else you have to say?"

You huff in disgruntlement. "Yeah. I hate you."

A chilling grin overtakes his face. "I know, princess."

Your hand comes up to slap his own off of your face but he barely budges.

"You can be so ill-mannered you know that," he says in an almost concerned tone of voice. "Where did I go wrong with you?" He doesn't give you a chance to answer when he roughly turns you over onto your front. "Did I spoil you too much?" He places a hand on the back of your neck and holds you down. "Or is it just because you like getting me riled up?"

You grunt but arch your back when his other hand glides softly along your spine. He chuckles at this.

"I'm guessing you enjoy this as much as I do otherwise you'd give me a harder time than you already do."

Your eyes squeeze shut when his fingers find their way back to your sex and sidesteps your thong to dip them in. The feeling makes you moan and it makes Namjoon chuckle. The sound of it just makes you want to roll your eyes beneath the lids.

"I do it for the high," you admit.

Without a second to process anything you gasp when Namjoon strikes your right cheek.

"Oh I know you do you little shit," he curses. "But that doesn't take away the fact that you enjoy it whenever I touch you."

He's right but you're not about to admit that to him.

"You wish."

Another smack comes down but this time it's your left cheek. You can't help the way that you gasp again. Even more so when his fingers find themselves in you once again. This time the two digits go fast and hard into you and the feeling has you moaning out loud.

Your hands come up to grip the comforter all the while Namjoon pleasures you. It's insane how good he makes you feel but again you're not about to admit that to him.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you cry out from the loss of them. You try to sit up but his other hand keeps you firmly down by the back of your neck.

"Fuck Namjoon," you whine.

"What was that, princess?"

Gritting your teeth together you writhe as you try and find a way to get up. "I said fuck you."

Two loud smacks for each cheek has your head growing hazy from his sadistic pleasure. It's a euphoric feeling in of itself and it just makes you crave the inevitable high even more.

His fingers find their way inside of you again and it's a torturous dance of pleasing you to spanking you even if you don't mouth off at him. It has your mind reeling with you unsure if you were coming or going. All you understood and felt were a mixture of things. Almost like hot and cold with what Namjoon was doing to you. Hot from the heat he was creating inside of you and cold from the chilling feeling of being physically marked by him. It brought tears to your eyes that remained closed in absolute pleasure.

At some point Namjoon stops all together to let you regain your breath.

All that's heard in the room is your heavy breathing and your heart beat in your ears. The weight of his hand on the back of your neck is still there and it becomes even more apparent when he applies more pressure.

"How are you feeling, princess?"

His question to you sounds genuine and it's moments like these that you have to remind yourself that you're doing it all for the high. His concern for you will not shake you. You won't allow it.

You clear your throat before nodding. "Good."

He finally releases you and pats you on your backside. "Stay there," he demands and you listen because you're too out of it to say or do otherwise.

Your eyes remain closed but you're aware of the way he moves around you. You know what's coming next and your skin pricks in anticipation.

Namjoon presses his front to your back where you feel the lukewarm touch of his naked skin. A hand comes down to take your thong by the straps and slowly ease it down your thighs until they rest above your knees.

"You smell divine," he says beneath his breath.

Your face flushes with heat as he peppers kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders and it's with a soft gasp do you react when you feel the weight of his cock pressed up against your ass.

He cages you in with his strong arms and with a hand he grabs your chin to angle your face towards him. He's smiling at you but the way one would when they have their prey right where they want them and you are very much where Namjoon wants you.

"Bear with me for a little longer and I'll give you what you want, yeah?"

You know he means about his saliva and though the idea of having to wait more time to get it leaves you feeling glum at least you're almost there.

He releases your face from his grip and with one hand he guides his cock towards your entrance.

He's thick and though you've gotten used to having him inside of you it doesn't change the fact that you have to deal with the initial stretch each time. Your eyes shut when he prods at your entrance - running the head up and down your slit. When he's satisfied with what he's done he pushes forward until his head breaches through your hole.

You let out a sound that's a cross between a moan and a whimper of delight. Namjoon grunts when he feels your walls clamp down on him and shushes you gently as a way to get you to relax for him.

"Relax," he says softly. "That's it. Good girl."

You screw your eyes shut the more he goes in and though there's a stretch what you mostly feel is pleasure.

A long drawn out moan comes from deep inside of you when he reaches the hilt and he's snug within you.

Namjoon releases a shaky breath and rests his forehead against your shoulder. He's letting you get used to him before he makes a move and you're appreciative of that.

"Tell me when," he whispers.

You have to fight to keep your walls from fluttering around him but you can't help it. He moans every time you do and he has to grip your arm to ground himself. The feeling of his grip helps ground you too and so with a nod do you let him know to go on.

"Do it."

Namjoon wraps an arm across your front and holds you close to his chest and with that you brace yourself for what's about to come.

His legs are on either side of yours caging you in and from there does he begin to piston his hips. He goes fast and hard jostling you up the bed. If it weren't for his hold on you you're sure you'd bump into the headboard.

You gasp and moan at the way he pounds into. You're left feeling breathless as your body tingles from head to toe. Gripping the sheets beneath you your eyes begin to water as your body is completely ravished by your captor. You don't want to admit it out loud but even then he knows how you're really feeling by the noises you make.

He's making a mess in between your legs. Your arousal gushes out of you with every push and pull of his hips leaving your inner thighs sticky and wet. In any other situation you'd feel embarrassed but he's making you feel so good you can hardly care.

From this angle his cock drags over the roof of your cunt just right. You're practically panting at this point because of it.

With a particularly harsh thrust you cry out loud and it makes him chuckle.

"Feels good, princess?"

You clamp your lips shut and breathe heavily through your nose.

"Oh don't get so quiet now. I know you love this," he laughs. "How about we try another position? Shall we?"

Without giving you time to think he pulls out of you and flips you over onto your back. You gasp at the sudden movement and before you can complain he spreads your legs apart and slots himself within you once again.

He's back to a brutal pace but keeps you close by slipping his arms beneath you and holding your shoulders in his hands. The move keeps you where he wants you - under his control.

Your eyes are shut but it doesn't stop a tear from leaking through your lashes. Even though you won't admit it out loud you are feeling good. More than good. With your back arching off the bed your breasts press up against Namjoon's front making him groan. The sound makes your walls tighten around him causing him to groan even louder.

"Keep doing that princess and I just might come."

You open your eyes and staring back at you are his icy blue ones. His frenzy is active and you know sooner than later he's going to need to feed, but not until you have what you want first.

Your lips part in waiting making Namjoon's brow raise in interest.

"Please," you beg.

He comes to a slow stop - sweat trickling down from his hairline. A dimpled smile takes over his face as he shakes his head. "You're so impatient, baby."

The way he stares at you like he adores you makes your stomach roil a little.

"Please Namjoon. I can't wait any longer." Your words come out with a whine.

He looks over your features in a sudden silence with nothing to express but that doesn't last for long.

He huffs a laugh. "I'm feeling awfully nice today since it's the holidays so yeah. Why not?"

Your pleading eyes widen a little in excitement and it makes him chuckle.

Without a second to waste Namjoon leans over to kiss your lips. You meet him halfway and immediately peek your tongue out to run across the seam of his lips. There's little resistance on his end as he parts his own and slips his tongue out to meet with yours. Then it hits. Pure elation. Pure euphoria. Pure ecstasy. It doesn't matter how many times you get it. It just gets better and better each time.

The kiss is long and deep with passion. Your tongues grind against one another in a sinful dance that's made of pure lust. Maybe if you weren't so far gone you'd be ashamed but that's not the case right now. You're enjoying yourself too much.

Your hands come up to Namjoon's back where your fingers dig into his flesh. He pulls back to hiss in pain but you don't miss the way his cock twitches inside of you.

Everything about how you feel right now is superb. You're on cloud nine. You can't help but to close your eyes and revel in the feeling. Even more so when Namjoon picks up where he left off. He's back to fucking you fast and hard to the point that you're left gasping. The man knows what he's doing. He's hitting all the right places that have you seeing stars.

Your walls start to flutter around him indicating that you're close. It forces Namjoon's hips to stutter.

"Fuck," he curses. "Think you can come for me?" Though he asks he knows that you can.

He switches his position slightly so that he's kneeling and brings a hand down between the two of you. His deft fingers quickly find your clit where he rolls the pearl around until you vocalize the pleasure he's giving you.

Behind closed lids your eyes roll back as you whimper and moan. You're so close and there's little else that needs to be done to make you fall over the edge. Just one more roll of his fingers and you gasp before a long high pitched whine breaks free from deep down in your chest. Your legs begin to shake as your walls clamp down on Namjoon. He chokes on a moan but it doesn't stop him from moving.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grits out.

You don't see the way he clenches his teeth and how he bares them in unbridled rapture. He pushes forth - on and on until he suddenly stops. His hips jerk forward and he's spilling all he's got deep within you. You feel the way he empties inside of you filling you up to the brim. It's something you can never get used to but it's not a bad feeling. It has you sighing before the next thing to happen happens.

Namjoon's teeth bite into the side of your neck and hard. It makes you wince slightly but the high helps stave off any pain you would have felt otherwise. You feel the pull as he sucks your blood and it's a bit odd. Having your life force being pulled from you is an... interesting feeling. Especially when you're higher than a kite.

He takes from you a bit more before he stops and heals your wound with his tongue with a long and slow swipe. You hum at the feeling and he responds back with a hum of his own.

"You alright," he asks softly.

You hum again with a barely there nod.

When you're like this it's oftentimes best to just let yourself be. You don't enjoy any interruptions as you go through the motions of your high but you know Namjoon is being innocent when it comes to checking up on you.

He leaves a kiss on your forehead before pulling out and it makes you hiss. You're so sensitive down there. So much so that not even the high can mask the feeling.

Your eyes are shut so you don't see what Namjoon is doing but you know what his course of action will be. It's just a moment of silence before you jump a little at the feel of a warm washcloth between your legs. He cleans you up well and urges you to push to get some of his cum out. It's at this point the high starts to slowly leave you but the residual effect prevents you from feeling any sort of embarrassment as Namjoon cleans you up.

Without a word, once he's done, he heads to the bathroom where you know he'll wash up. You didn't forget that he needs to cleanse himself of you so he can go and see his brothers. They are no doubt waiting for him patiently or impatiently. For a brief moment you think of Hoseok. You wonder how he's doing ever since you left. You never bothered to ask Namjoon on how his brother has been because you never forgot that your captor has a penchant for lying. Who is to say he'll tell you the truth or not? Even then do you actually care to know? You don't know.

You curl up onto your side as sleep slowly starts to take over your hazy brain. Your semi-naked state trembles as it seeks warmth but you can't bring yourself to move and cover yourself up. Call it laziness or whatever but you can barely care.

You're in and out of consciousness all the while thoughts, meaningful and meaningless, flit across your mind. Neither here nor there - just simply existing. It's in this state do you register the sounds Namjoon makes when he comes back from showering. You know he can hear the way your breathing pattern begins to ease up so it's without a doubt in your mind that Namjoon knows you're about to fall asleep. Still, he checks up on you before tugging down the sheets so he can lie it over your body. As soon as the covers blanket over you goosebumps line your bare skin from the warmth. In response you give a pleased hum.

"I'll be out for a while." You vaguely register Namjoon's words. "Rest up and I'll see you later."

You give another hum though this time it's in acknowledgement despite how sleepy you're sure you sound.

"Merry Christmas, princess," are the last words you hear to keep you company until your captor comes back to you. Until you're back in his arms and until he'll have you again.

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ravenempress101 · 8 months ago

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Weep for me~Wooyoung

Words:1.4k

⛔️Rating M 18+⛔️

☣️ Warnings ☣️: ⛔️READ AT YOUR OWN

Genre: demon!wooyoung x human!reader

RISK VERY MATURE!!!⛔️ explicit tattoo description, forceful grabbing, eating out, piercings, advancements,descriptive of eating out,thrusting, description of size, demon pocessive, evil Wooyoung, demon Wooyoung

Authors note: omg I did another one had to do a Wooyoung one especially a dark one. Thank you for liking my others. My inbox always open I love all of you and I say “enjoy” 😍

So are you here to take me to hell or something? Y/n asked her voiced dripped with desire as a smirk plastered on her face

Wooyoung trailed his venomous black eyes at her thick chocolatey frame, has his heels click to the floor, his raven hair tied in a man bun. A black suit laced his body unveiling his “man down” black ink tattoo that snaked down his arms and the other inks peaking through his neck. He circled you like a predator warming up to its prey.

Y/n eyebrows furrowed at this man that standing there with a cold look. Just by his tattoos and the piercing on his lip that y/n knew he was dangerous.

No” Wooyoung boomed, “I’m not going to take you anywhere”

Y/n eyes rolled to the back of her head and a hard sigh escaped from her lips. “Then what are you doing here?”

Wooyoung muscular built erupted into a fit of laughs of how pathetic you were to him. He wasn’t gonna stop until he got what he wanted.

“Do you remember anything about your past?” Wooyoung asked instead of answering the question.

Y/n head shook from side to side as her head traveled with thoughts of what could’ve been and what would’ve been still her throughts ran lifeless to his question

“I don’t remember anything,”she said, sighing in defeat.

What about me?” Wooyoung projected

Y/n trailed her eyes over the orbs and then the chiseled nose, her eyes found her way toward the beauty mark that decorated his caramel cheek and then a slight smirk that her globe ran over, hypnotized at his heavenly features. A treacherous shell but angellike features that she didn’t recognized

“should I know you?“ Her words hanging in the air of silence Wooyoung halt his steps infront of you.

Yeah,” Wooyoung said, stepping closer to her. “You should.

Y/n’s heart began accelerating faster as he drew nearer. She took a step back, bumping into the wall behind her. “Who are you?”

Baby girl you don’t remember me at all? Sounding alluring

“Not one bit” y/n exclaimed as her boba eyes blinked rapidly taken aback at the man’s words

Woo young reached out and captured your wrists. He placed them above your head and pinned them against the wall, holding you ransom

“Maybe this will help jog your memory”

Y/n’s body inhaled deeply as he pressed his warm body against hers and positioned his lips near her neck. His icy breathe grazed her and his length grew pressing between her legs making her body exhale with a breathly moan

“Don’t worry I won’t hurt you” Wooyoung words dance on your neck and then his lips on your ear as a airy kisses presented “not yet anyway”

His own tounge grazed your ear, y/n shivered from the wetness that he generated for her and then her panties down below.

Wooyoung withdrew his frame and his bottom lip went in between his teeth “Now let’s try this again,” The tattooed male said, pulling away from her slightly so they were staring into each other’s eyes. “Do you remember me now?”

Y/n gritted her teeth in stressed at this dangerous guy and then proceeded to look puzzled at him

No”she whispered giving up the fight with her mind.

That’s okay,” Wooyoung boomed releasing her hands. “I’ll remind you.”

His face scrunched up and his demoner toughned as he grasped your delicate shoulders and lifted you off the ground and threw you into the air where you landed on your dovet bed. Y/n started her heels on the bed running away from Wooyoung but he captured your ankle and now he was between your legs.

“Please let me go” y/n pleaded as he placed his calloused finger on the hem of your dress and his digit slither into the side of your panties forcing them down your leg.

Cavity fondle your fold his muscle shaped into figure 8s. Wiggling his tongue, swirling between folds. He came up from his torture that he erupted on yourself

“Mhmm darling that’s not what you said 3 years ago and you still taste like heaven”

Wooyoung’s finger on his bottom lip and licked his bottom heart shaped of your juices. Y/n convulsed at he devious action. Her mind still wandered who this man was infront of her. His touch his licks his antics never clicked with him. Not that she knew

The muscular man nailed his palm on the black tie undoing it. A formal long sleeve shirt loosen, ripping it off as the buttons drifted on to the floor. His pants followed unbuckling his belt and pants pooled to the floor along with the boxers traveled right behind.

A finger on his man bun allowing his luxurious locs to descend into his face. Y/n was at awe at this man who looked soothing now but still has some greediness to him she really wants to remember him but can’t.

His eyes bore at your powerful frame seductively as he tore down the middle your dress.towering over your body, all his tattoos visible. His hand finds it’s length seized around it and accelerates up and down coating the shaft in pre cum.

Wooyoung heartshappes are captured on the side of your neck. His kisses are delicate , softening a spot. Then y/n Sobs from the warmth digging his teeth in your flesh and sucks blue and purple making there way on your skin.

The dangerous man streams down back to your clit an strides up and down. Y/n arches her back at the sensation of his tongue like he pulled a string of mind control, her legs vibrates at his muscle goes in her and he slurped inside and her hands flew to his soft hair tugging from the pure pleasure.

Wooyoung ughhhh nooo” y/n screamed as he ate inside her. Y/n fisted his hair started to scrabble away from his demon antics. Wooyoung arm flew to her love handle crushing it y/n’s frame stilled in his rough hold. She could feel her high coming and he wasn’t stopping. one more rough kiss to her inside and y/n spewed all her juices on his tounge. He licked her clean.

“The mess you made for me, your body knows what’s home is baby girl but how come you can’t remember?”

Wooyoung dangles soul kisses to your chubby stomach and then he set a kiss on one of your poked out pierced nipples. massaging the other position a slender finger and flicked it a groaned escaped from her dazed body. The Carmel gentleman long tongue sucked and wiggled the sliver metal inside his warm mouth. lining up at your wet entrance. Wooyoung advanced in her, splitting her walls open. Y/n felt her stomach bulge with his enourmous length inside her. He quicken his pace where she could feel him break her. then he ejected out of her and then he went back in at a alarming stabbing pace.

“Your so big nuhhhh I can’t feel my legs”

Y/n cried from his overwhelming jabs. Wooyoung erupted in deep dark laugh continuing her inner part. The man’s brown orbs darken and his skin turning a grayish color. His heartshappes plastered on your lips slipping his tongue in your mouth fighting for dominance.

the kiss deepened that’s when y/n sparked something in her mind. Y/n fell into the rough kiss as her orbs transformed into a storm of black. pulling away from the kiss and the jabs lessen

“I do know you ugh you were the love that I needed why did you make me forget you”

Y/n groaned and felt her high lacing her body. His muscle flexed siren your orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier.

“I missed you my love” Wooyoung whispered and then y/n high came crashing down on her as she screamed her milky fluid spewed on his length and her arousal leaked out on to him. Wooyoung followed behind as he did a couple of more thrusts. His robs of his warmth coated your squishy inside.

sighed, feeling conflicted. Part of her wanted to be angry with him, but another part of her was happy to see him again. She had missed him too, even if she hadn’t known it until now.

“I’m mad at you,” she told him.

“I know,” Wooyoung said, shrugging. “But I don’t care.” He planted kisses all over her embodied and his laughs fell on to her chocolate skin.

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dollfacerecs · 1 year ago

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fic recs by clover. 🍀

♢ hi, i’m clover! i’m an author and my main account is @dollfaceksj. by popular demand, here is my fic recommendation blog!

♢ she // her ; 23 ; nsfw

♢ my own masterlist

♢ more about me here

most of these will be nsfw works so minors are NOT welcome here. please, do make sure to read the warnings on the original posts!

ps: all of these are member(s) x reader fics.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim namjoon.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim seokjin.

⋆⋆ ➳ min yoongi.

⋆⋆ ➳ jung hoseok.

⋆⋆ ➳ park jimin.

⋆⋆ ➳ kim taehyung.

⋆⋆ ➳ jeon jungkook.

⋆⋆ ➳ multiple members.

all credits to the authors.

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disclaimer: some of these i read a long time ago, some of these recently. ever since starting my own fanfic account in may 2023, i haven’t had much time to read so if some of the statuses/info are inaccurate, i apologize. some of these are from like 2017. 😭

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pascaloverx · 1 year ago

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BTS MASTERLIST

INVISIBLE BONDS: THE POWER OF DESTINY — JK X READER X TAEHYUNG

AO3 LINK

preview

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen

chapter sixteen (FINAL)

epilogue (taehyung's version)

epilogue (jungkook's version)

OUR SECRET — MIN YOONGI X READER

AO3 LINK

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine (final)

epilogue

LAST LOVE MASTERLIST — MIN YOONGI X READER

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violetsiren90 · 1 year ago

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All I Haven't Said | Namjoon/Reader

💜 Chapter 3: Part 2 💜

Table of Contents: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 (part 1), Chapter 3 (part 2)

Pairing: idol!Namjoon/f!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU; idol AU; chapter fic; strangers to lovers; a bit of idiots to lovers, tbh; slow burn; eventual romance; eventual smut; angst (life is messy & hearts are complex); OT7 featured

Summary: You found your soulmate - or rather, he found you. Turns out he's an idol of much acclaim who needs you for very real and unglamorous reasons. What could become of two hearts so used to giving of themselves when they are confronted with needing each other?

Chapter Word Count: ~7k

Chapter Warnings: This fic is 18+, as is all my work and my page as a whole; depictions of cancer and its treatment; secondhand embarrassment; awkward situations; soulmate skinship; loss of consciousness; dudes dude-broing a bit lol; mentions of minor character death (in past); cursing; chemo therapy and its symptoms; nausea and vomiting; characters eat meals; Reader is starting to grapple with some difficult feelings; Hybe kinda sorta depicted as being collective assholes in responding to this situation (gonna be a theme, guys)

Author's Note: Here comes part two! I know this is months coming (again), but I've finally found my stride with writing and work. I had this mostly done, and then redid some parts and finished editing, and well...I just hope you all enjoy it! My hope is to post part three in two weeks - I really want to get into a groove with plot progression here!

There is a lot of content in this chapter about medical procedures and treatment. I tried my best to represent these as accurately as possible with what information I could acquire, but if there are any misrepresentations, great or small, please don't hesitate to let me know!

Thank you again to all who have stuck with this story! I continue to be blown away by how much love you have all showered upon it, and I'm so excited to walk the path I intend for these two and have you all along for the ride!!

P.S. If you want to join the tag list, drop me a comment or an ask!

P.P.S. If no one has told you yet today, you're loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

"Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens To the fall of ancient leafless rain, To feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned." ~Pablo Neruda

Chapter 3: My Windows Ache

Namjoon's labs had come back with even more promising numbers. A radiology scan had shown no shrinkage in his tumors, but the doctors commented that these were early days, and that the effects of the bond might even be keeping them from inflaming due to the chemo. You had watched him, smiling as the doctor reviewed the result, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Your soulmate was on the road to recovery.

Nurse Cha quickly checked both of you over before initiating another skinship session.

"I saw you out on the grounds earlier, and for the first time in weeks," she said, shooting Namjoon an approving grin. "Keep that up. He needs sunlight and fresh air," she remarked to you, flustering you even as you nodded in agreement.

Why was she telling you that? Were you his keeper?

Actually, you supposed, in fact, you were.

You peeked back up at him and found him regarding you with a small, amused smile, which disconcerted you further. You shook your head, shooting him an eye-roll as you made your way into the bathroom to disrobe.

After your first few experiences with skinship, you had asked Matt to acquire you some sporty, conservative sports bra and boy-short sets, and you slipped into one, pulling a hospital gown over it. After the way your conversation with Hyung-seo had unfolded you were glad to have them - the practical underwear felt far less intimate and flirty than your typical bras and panties, giving you much more peace of mind.

As you left the bathroom and made your way back to Namjoon's half of the suite, you noticed him sitting on top of the covers, long legs stretched out in front of him, in nothing but a black tee and blue boxers. He had a drip attached to a tube that ran under his shirt. When Nurse Cha glanced up from her touchscreen tablet to see you approaching, she waved her hand for you to come around to the other side of the bed, which had been adjusted to accommodate Namjoon's upright position.

"We’re going to try this sitting up today," she explained as she typed. "He's on a chemo drip right now, and the doctor wants to see if the bond will help ease the nausea and some of the other side effects. I heard you just had a nice lunch, so it would be wonderful if Namjoon could hang onto his."

She shot him a rueful smirk and he let out a chuckle. You smiled in turn and nodded as you slipped off your hospital gown and draped it over the end of the bed. You glanced up at Namjoon who had cast his eyes down at his hands, folded in his lap. The huge apparatus was lower than usual, so you slipped rather easily into it and against Namjoon's side. He raised an arm to drape over your shoulders and you settled against him, pressing your bare leg against his. It was comical how much shorter yours were, but you could only think of that for a fraction of a second as every other thought in your mind melted at the feeling of the man beside you.

Butter. Warm, melted butter. It was as if every single muscle group in your body had suddenly released every bit of tension it had been holding. So many sensations at once, but this was the one you felt like leaning into at the moment. You felt like collapsing against him.

He sighed deeply through his nose. Yeah, you felt that on a spiritual level. Mmh.

Your melty, bond-induced reverie was broken, however, by a dissatisfied noise from Nurse Cha as she stepped toward the bed. You looked up to find her expression matched her tone.

"You're not really getting much contact," she said, scanning her eyes over everywhere you touched...and didn't.

You raised your arms slightly and a bit uselessly. You felt Namjoon lean forward.

"Should I...like..." you looked to her for direction, but she was already in motion.

She grabbed your arm, guiding you off the bed and motioned for Namjoon to scoot back to the middle. She said something to Namjoon in Korean and suddenly he was tugging his shirt over his head. You felt your cheeks getting hot. Social norms had not prepared you for this amount of casual nudity. You stood there, eyes glued to Nurse Cha, hugging your arms over your middle and hoping that Namjoon was playing his usual blessed game of "look anywhere but soulmate". The nurse took your arm again and guided you back toward your previous perch.

"Sit between his legs and lean back against his chest," she instructed, nudging you to join him.

You looked up at Namjoon. His face looked like you felt. And then it was just too much. You were standing in a hospital in South Korea in your underwear being asked to sit in a practically naked celebrity's lap so that he wouldn't die.

You busted out laughing.

Nurse Cha jumped, surprise clear in her features as she regarded you.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You gasped, bending over to support yourself against the bed as you continued to chuckle, "This is just..."

You snorted. Mortified but still attempting to swallow your giggles you clapped a hand over your mouth and looked up at Namjoon whose dimples were out and whose shoulders were shaking with his own silent amusement. Nurse Cha's lips curved up a bit to one side, but her narrowed eyes spoke of far less hilarity felt.

"Here's the thing," you said, turning to the nurse while still biting back your laughter, "Namjoon is spoken for, and...well...I have a pretty nice ass."

The nurse's eyes widened.

You were probably being really impolite. That would have been borderline in the States. You weren't sure about here, but you felt like that might have broken some unspoken rules. Or, maybe spoken ones because there were a lot of formalities, you were learning. But you had reached your limit with all this. The awkwardness levels were at maximum, and you were gonna cope the only way you knew how - with humor.

When you hazarded a look at your soulmate, he had drawn his knees up, grabbing them with his hands, his head dropped between them and his shoulders shaking as he badly repressed laughter of his own. You could see those dimples again. They were even deeper than before.

"We need to get maximum skin-to-skin contact during these sessions," Nurse Cha insisted indignantly, clearly a bit flustered.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you offered her a contrite smile as you rocked back on your feet.

"Ah!" Namjoon drew your attention as he pointed behind you. "Throw me that pillow?"

You grabbed the little green cushion from the corner of the couch and tossed it to him. He lowered his legs and placed it over his lap.

"How's that?" he asked with a closed-lip smirk.

You gave him a thumbs up and clambered back onto the bed to situate yourself between his legs. You looked back over at Nurse Cha.

"Better?"

She raised a brow as she handed you a blanket. You thanked her quietly and cleared your throat as you fanned it out over your legs and Namjoon's, tucking it up to your waist. The nurse checked Namjoon's vitals and said that she would return in an hour to take him off the drip.

You sank back tentatively against your soulmate's chest, careful to avoid the little port below his sternum. There it was again. Butter.

Somewhere above and behind you, Namjoon chuckled. You smiled knowingly.

"What?" you asked indignantly.

"Did you see her face when you said that?"

You shrugged against him.

"Hey, it's true!" you insisted.

"Sorry if this is uncomfortable for you," he murmured.

You could hear that he was still smiling, but he sounded serious all the same. You let your head fall back.

"Honestly, I felt bad for you," you huffed in another laugh before sobering. "And, thank you," you turned, casting your eyes up over your shoulder, "For always being so respectful. It's made this a lot easier."

"Oh," Namjoon responded softly, "Of course."

You looked at his arms resting at his sides and thought of what Nurse Cha had said. You slowly picked up his hands in yours, raising them slightly.

"May I put them around me? For more contact," you asked.

You asked it boldly, but you felt shy. You wanted the chemo to work. You wanted it to stop hurting him while it did. When Namjoon let out a low hum of assent you drew his forearms around your waist and laid your own over them.

Your eyes slipped shut. So euphoric but it always made you feel like sleeping. You weren't going to give into the urge, though, not just yet. There were conversations to be had.

"Tell me about Hyung-seo," you prompted softly, shifting against him to get comfortable.

He was quiet for a moment.

"Well," he responded slowly, "what do you want to know?"

"How did you meet her?"

He went quiet again. Then he sighed a small sigh. You wondered what that little breath carried.

"She debuted in 2019. A buddy of mine - Seo Jungkwon, he goes by Tiger JK in the industry - had signed her to his agency. Bangtan was just taking off, things were blowing up. I actually collaborated with him which is when I met her."

He silenced for a moment.

"We had a lot in common - how we approached life and music."

"Had?" you asked, gently.

He heaved another sigh.

"The last few years have been really tough on her. I mean, she hasn't had an easy life to begin with, but..."

He paused, as if deciding whether or not to utter the words he wanted to say next.

"Anyway," he redirected himself, and you wondered what thought he had dismissed, "Preparing for a tour is grueling, and this is her first one. I think the stress is really getting her."

You hummed in acknowledgement. You recognized it in his voice - you should after all, as the same sound had echoed so often in your own - the hollow clemency of lying to yourself on someone else's behalf.

"Well," you offered, "She's lucky to have you supporting her, especially when you're going through such a difficult time yourself."

Namjoon scoffed.

"I mean, yeah, I'm sick, but...I don't know. In a lot of ways my life has been a lot easier these days. A lot simpler."

"Really? In what way?"

He huffed out a wry laugh.

"I have so much time to just do whatever. Read, write...I've been learning a couple of languages. I get to do v-lives with ARMY pretty regularly, as the company allows - Jungkook went kind of crazy with it before enlistment so we have to go through them for access now."

You had no idea what a v-live was, but from what little you had seen of Jungkook, you could imagine it took very little for him to get up to a significant amount of shenanigans. You smirked.

"Did you have so little time for those things before?" you queried.

"No! No way. It was like running non-stop for ten years. During my time in the military, I got a bit of a break and a change, but then I got sick and had to be discharged early, so...well, I didn't even get to experience that like I should have."

You felt your hands tighten in response around his forearms. His life hadn't been cake-walk either, that was clear. You wondered if he knew that, if he acknowledged it.

"Well, I'm glad you have more time for those things. You should keep as much time for them as you can, even when you're better."

He paused for a moment before whispering agreement into your hair. You felt it even though he didn't say it, the caveat - if he got better. He would. You'd never make him a promise you couldn't guarantee, but you could make one to yourself. So you did.

For the rest of the session you talked about Bangtan, and the recent history of the group's situation.

You learned about conscription and that it applied to idols as well. You learned the members had decided to enlist pretty much around the same time so that they could reunite to tour again after being discharged. Namjoon had been released ahead of schedule when he had fallen ill, and at this point most of the members had followed, save Yoongi who was set to be discharged the following week. He fondly reported that they were all anxious to meet you, and that Jungkook and Jimin hadn't stopped pestering him with all manner of questions in your regard since their visit the previous day.

Every time you had heard him speak about his members, the deep brotherly affection that permeated his words was incredibly evident.

You asked him to tell you about each one, and he did.

You blinked your eyes open as you felt Namjoon shift you in his arms. You slowly pulled yourself forward, struggling to focus.

"I...I'm sorry," you murmured, "I fell asleep on you again."

Namjoon chuckled and assured you it was quite alright. As you wearily slipped off the mattress to stand, you suddenly felt the room tilt and your knees buckle. Namjoon's reflexes were quick enough to catch you in his arms. He stood to pull you up and hold you against him.

"You okay?" he asked in concern.

"I...I got dizzy..."

You attempted to put your weight into your legs, but failed, sagging weakly against his broad frame.

Nurse Cha was already in motion.

"Help her to the bed," she ordered, striding across the room.

Namjoon wasted no time in scooping you up in a bridal carry to follow her. You gasped despite yourself, the sudden movement and his strength equally surprising. But every thought was fleeting as you found yourself struggling to maintain a grip on consciousness.

You felt Namjoon lay you gently on the bed as cold, sticky monitors were pressed to your skin; heard him ask the nurse what was the matter, his voice tinged with anxiety.

You heard him say your name.

And then you heard nothing.

You groaned as you came to. Your throat felt like the Sahara and your head was pounding. Pushing yourself to sit up, you became aware of the sound of voices on the other side of the curtain. Carefully drawing your legs to the edge of the bed, you clutched your IV stand as you struggled to your feet.

Pulling back the hanging divider, you were surprised to see Matt occupying the little couch, a cup of coffee on the low table in front of him. Namjoon sat in the opposing chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees in rapt attention as the older man spoke. It was dark out.

"Matt," you croaked, shuffling forward.

Namjoon's head whipped around at the sound of your voice and he sprang up, just a moment faster than his guest, striding over to take you by the arm. You faltered just a moment in your steps as his hand cradled your elbow and you felt it - his touch and what it did to you. You wanted to curl into him. You wanted him to hold you.

You gently tugged your arm away.

"You're awake - let me call the nurse," he said, almost to himself as he moved to press the red call button.

You sank down beside Matt.

"What time is it?" you asked in a husky murmur. Your friend checked his watch.

"1:33am."

You frowned, blinking blearily.

"What the heck are you doing here at the hour?"

"Well!" Matt laughed before taking a sip of his coffee, "It's nice to see you too."

"You know what I mean..." you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

"He called me," he said, gesturing with his raised mug toward Namjoon, who had returned to the armchair. "Said you'd had a fainting spell."

Your eyes followed his motion to your soulmate, who was already scanning his over you, brow furrowed and full lips pursed pensively.

"How are you feeling?" Namjoon asked.

You huffed out a mirthless chuckle.

"Like I got hit by a freight train."

The worry lines on his brow deepened.

"Hey, look..." you held up a hand to wave it weakly between both men as they regarded you in apparent concern. "I'm probably just adjusting to the bond or something. Cancer isn't contagious, you know," you ribbed, shooting a tiny smirk at Namjoon who attempted to return the expression though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The night shift nurse and an aid entered the room to assess you. Namjoon asked to speak with a doctor, and was told that Dr. Na would be checking in first thing in the morning. The nurse had very little else to report other than that your blood work had been sent to the lab and that they would be able to determine more once your results were available. He informed Matt that some charts would likely be available in twenty-four hours, but that your CMP could take up to three days. The aid urged you to try to get some more rest. Before departing, the nurse removed your spent sodium chloride drip and said that a meal would be sent up which you were advised to eat if possible, but to be sure to report any signs of food-rejection should they appear.

Namjoon stood and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he gazed at your little portion of the suit.

"They want you to rest, but how the hell are you supposed to sleep with me over here snoring? It's keeping you up, right?"

You smirked.

"Well, most of my rest over the last couple of days has been due to a lack of consciousness, but I do have to admit that you woke me up a couple of times last night."

Namjoon groaned discomfitedly.

"It really isn't a big deal!" you reassured him, "I'm a pretty sound sleeper."

"And still I woke you up."

"Don't worry about it..."

"It's not just that, though," he insisted, hands in the pockets of his sweats and head cocked to one side as he continued to consider the small space across from his. "You don't even have a window. If you want privacy, you have to sit behind that curtain in the tiny bed -- I hate it. I've hated it since they were first preparing for you to arrive. I'll make some calls tomorrow. You need your own room," he stated decidedly, returning to the chair across from you.

He fished his phone out of his pocket and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he fired off a message.

Namjoon did have a point, it was a pretty meager space you currently occupied. But they must have had a reason, you thought, for wanting you to share a room with him. And you didn't want to cause any kind of fuss in the name of personal convenience that might detract from his treatment or recovery.

"Namjoon, it's fine..."

He looked up at you, his brown eyes assured and determined.

"Just let me handle it. I've got you."

A sudden warmth spread through your chest like the rising sun on the frost of your anxieties, his gaze melting away the familiar worry of burdensomeness. You looked away shyly.

"Good man," Matt said to him with a nod, and they shared a look as your soulmate nodded in return that seemed to be one of mutual masculine respect. You wanted to roll your eyes a little bit. You also felt pretty damn grateful.

Matt stood to leave, pressing a kiss on your temple and promised that he'd return in the morning. He paused to shake Namjoon's hand.

"If there are any further developments, don't hesitate to call me," he said, to which the younger man nodded in agreement.

"Or I can call you!" you rasped after him as he raised his hand in one last gesture of farewell while shutting the door.

You huffed.

"Smart guy," Namjoon remarked, sitting back down in his chair. "You know he's read Toegye exhaustively?"

You raised a brow at him, your lips quirking with a wry grin.

"Two peas in a pod. He's probably going to be coming around here nonstop until he leaves just so you two can gab in genius."

Namjoon smiled and touched his fingers absently to his jaw, his eyes trained on the linoleum.

"Are you bothered that I called him?" he asked abruptly, glancing up at you.

"What? No, of course not," you reassured him with a shake of your head. "I just..." You rolled your eyes and smirked. "I'm not used to sitting around while boys decide what's best for me."

"Aaahhh," Namjoon responded with a nod, interlacing his fingers, "Well, you've been looking out for me since you walked through that door back there, and honestly, I could get used to that..." he leaned forward a bit, "But only if I get to return the favor. You said we don't owe each other, but that doesn't mean you get to be the only one doing the giving."

You stared at him. The only one to do the giving. The words jarred something loose inside you. You swallowed the strange feeling that threatened to well into your throat.

Before you could respond, an aid entered with your meal. A tray loaded with dakjuk, rice, and several banchan was placed before you. It smelled fantastic, and you actually felt you could eat. You moved to take the tray to your side of the suite but Namjoon stopped you.

"Hey, wait. I'm hungry. I'll eat with you."

He crossed to the other side of the room to pick up the telephone.

"Go ahead," he said with nod of his head a little grin, "Don't wait on me."

He didn't have to twist your arm. The chicken porridge was steaming and savory, warming you up within just a few bites. A similar tray soon arrived for Namjoon, and you found it did feel far nicer to eat with someone than alone.

Between bites he asked you about Matt.

"He's my dad's best friend. When he died - my dad - Matt and his wife Rebecca helped to take care of us for a while. They've been really good to my family."

Namjoon's face sombered.

"I'm sorry about your father."

You smiled softly at him.

"It was a long time ago, when I was ten. He was a firefighter."

He nodded quietly, giving you the opening to continue. You decided to take it.

"A fire broke out at a high-security prison. The situation got really bad with a lot of people still inside - prisoners. They told the team to stop attempting rescues, that it wasn't worth it, for people like that. But my dad kept going. Alone. He saved seventeen more lives before...well, he couldn't make it out."

When you looked up at Namjoon again his eyes were locked on you, his chopsticks resting idly in his hand.

"Wow," he murmured after a pause. "And you were ten years old? That must have been so hard."

You dragged your spoon through your dakjuk.

"It was. But managing things after he was gone...that was harder, I think."

Namjoon's brow knit in question but he didn't press you further. For the second time that night, you were grateful. Death was easy to explain, other things were much more difficult.

You finished the rest of your meal chatting about Matt, Neo-Confucianism, and unequivocal humanism between mouthfuls of rice and porridge.

The next day, you were moved into your new suite a few doors down. Namjoon had received no resistance from the hospital in procuring you the space, as apparently Hybe's representatives had been the ones to originate the request that you be at the idol's immediate disposal.

Your room mirrored the setup of your soulmate's, being on the same floor but across the hall, and Kang Dae had dropped in with a catalog stating that you could select whatever you wished to make the space more comfortable. You had circled a few things and he had departed to procure them. Matt had brought the bulk of your luggage, which meant a good portion of books, your art supplies, and finally more clothes which you would blessedly now have no worries of mixing up with Namjoon's. You changed into jeans and a comfy Nirvana graphic tee.

You were busy unpacking when a knock came at your door. You called for the person to come in while you continued to stack books onto a small set of shelves. The doctor had cautioned you and Namjoon against further skinship sessions until your blood work had come back, so you were anxious for the results, not wanting him to go through another bout of chemo without the aid of the bond.

When you glanced up expectantly, however, you found your curiosity would have to wait - at least, concerning your charts - as in the entry stood none other than Kim Hyung-seo.

She lingered in the entryway at the mouth of the space, her arms wrapped around her middle. She looked much more casual today in a pair of big baggy camouflage cargo pants, a tight black crop top, and chunky white sneakers. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, and she had black mask pulled under her chin. She was bare-faced, save for two small red dots under her right eye.

You stood from your crouched position, trying your best to keep the surprise from your face.

"Hi," you greeted her with a small smile, which she returned remorsefully, still hugging herself as she glanced around the room. "Would you like to sit down?" you offered, motioning to the furniture beside you.

She nodded, crossing over to take a seat in the little arm chair. You moved to sit across from her. Your first instinct was to offer her something to drink, only to realize you were in a hospital room with no way to deliver, at which you both laughed awkwardly. After a moment of tense silence, she looked up at you, gnawing her bottom lip.

“I owe you an apology," she sighed.

You gave her an encouraging smile.

"Fuck..." she dropped her head in her hands, and you waited for her to collect herself. Finally, she raises her eyes to yours, interlacing her fingers with their long white nails in her lap.

"What I did...what I said yesterday...I was cunt. I'm sorry."

You let out a little laugh at her choice of words.

"Well, I do accept your apology...but, don't be too hard on yourself. It was a really bizarre and unprecedented situation for all of us. I'm glad we're moving forward, and in a better direction."

You smiled again at her reassuringly.

She nodded, her lips pursed and quivering slightly. You could tell she was blinking back tears.

"Me and Joon...we'd only been engaged for a few weeks before we found out...you know, that he had a match. That it could be his only option to live - bonding. With you. It's just all really fucking scary."

You nodded sympathetically. She released another sigh as she continued.

"He had to decide so fast, they pushed him to just make this huge life commitment as fast as they fucking could and now..." She raised her arms, looking around the room in resign, "Here we are. And we have to figure everything out, and I'm about to leave and..."

"I'm sorry," you murmured sympathetically.

She looked down into her lap, worry still twisting her features.

You wondered why she was leaving, now of all times - when things were the way they were. But that wasn't for you to judge.

"You know," you offered hopefully, "At least he's on the mend. At least you know he'll have someone to look after him."

She hummed. You wondered if it was an agreement as her eyes flitted over your face searchingly. Anxiety from the previous day's encounter began to seep into your chest as you considered if you had chosen your words poorly. You had said what would have comforted you in under the same circumstances. But maybe you were different - too different.

You softened your heart, determined to reserve judgement. Life had given Hyung-seo had her own shoes, and you would do everything you could to understand what it was like to walk in them.

"Can I add you on KakaoTalk?" you asked, realizing you were still clutching a book, and setting it onto the low table to pull your phone from your pocket.

She was chewing on her lip again when you looked up. She stared down at the hardback.

"You read a lot, huh?" she asked, though it didn't sound like a question.

"I do," you answered slowly, wondering where her train of thought was headed.

"All that stuff you said yesterday, you seem, like really in tune with people. And smart. You guys are, like, the same."

She pressed the words out in a strained voice. She looked so small and so sad. Your heart sank for her.

"Namjoon actually said that very thing about you yesterday."

She glanced up at you in surprise and confusion. You smiled.

"He said that when you met he was struck with how much you shared in how you saw the world, and how you approached music."

She regarded you silently as you continued.

"And that's your life right, your great love? Music? What a wonderful thing, to base your life with a partner in a love you share."

She nodded slowly, her eyes watering.

"Thank you," she finally whispered, and you nodded in understanding.

You reached out to take her hand and she squeezed yours. After a few moments of silence, she rose and wiped her eyes.

"I'm leaving tomorrow and I want to see Joon again before I go," she explained.

You nodded.

"Thank you for coming to talk to me and for sharing about how this has been for you. I really appreciate it."

She smiled - perhaps genuinely for the first time since you met. It was a lovely smile.

You sighed as she left. It wasn't much, but it was progress. Maybe she would let you in. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard after all.

When several hours had passed with no updates on your lab results, you decided to take a walk down the hall to see how your soulmate was faring. You knocked on his door, but received no answer.

"Namjoon!" you called softly with another rap of your knuckles, but were still met with silence.

Just when you were about to turn and go, the door creaked inward on its hinges, slipping open to reveal your soulmate's tired face.

"I just came to see how you were doing...are you okay?."

You followed him as he slumped back into the suite, but before he could even reach his bed he turned and pushed past you to hurry into the bathroom. It caught you a little off-guard and you stumbled, catching yourself on the opposing wall, but quickly realized the reason for his urgency when sounds of retching followed.

The bathroom door was cracked open and you could see him hunched over the toilet, breathing heavily as his body wracked with each attempt to expel the contents of his stomach. You hesitated a moment, then pushed the door in slowly, coming to kneel beside him and gingerly place a hand on his back.

He raised his head, eyes fluttering when you touched him. You gently pulled your palm up and down his spine, feeling the warm surge of the bond even through his shirt. He reached for a piece of toilet paper to wipe his mouth.

"You don't have to do that..." he murmured, resting his forehead on his arm propped on the porcelain rim.

"I know," you answered quietly, continuing to slowly rub his back. "Can I put my hand under your shirt?"

"You're not supposed to be touching me until we know what's going on with you."

You slipped your other hand out to curl your fingers around his exposed bicep below the sleeve of his tee. He sighed, shoulders sagging as the comfort and warmth of the contact soothed his aching body.

"Can I?" you softly persisted, and he nodded his head where it laid against his forearm.

Slipping your hand beneath the baggy cotton you ran your fingers over his soft, taut skin, heart squeezing at the definition of his spine and the ghosts of his ribs.

"Did you do chemo without me?" you asked.

“I've been doing it before you got here, you know,” he retorted weakly.

"How are you supposed to gain weight if it makes you this sick? Please don't do it again without me."

"You passed out, Y/n," he shifted his head to look at you.

"We'll figure that out," you smiled, "But you need to be as agreeable to these treatments as possible, right?"

He nodded.

"Hyung-seo paid me a visit this morning," you remarked after a moment of silence.

"She told me."

"Said she leaves for her tour tomorrow. When does she get back?"

"February."

"Of next year?" You paused to temper your shock, "That's a long time."

"It's a world tour. That's how it goes."

"Wow."

You realized for the hundredth time in as many hours that there was so much about their lifestyle to which you were ignorant. You had so much to learn, but one thing you did know: he needed you right now, so you stayed by his side until the sickness had subsided.

Nurse Cha arrived shortly after to conduct routine checks on Namjoon, and you sat by, thumbing through the latest issue of Batman and Robin which Matt had been kind enough to drop off with your things.

"Your initial blood work came back with some concerns," she said, turning to you and picking up her tablet to access the results. "There are signs that your body's nutrients are being depleted. Since your fainting spells have been occuring during skinship, we ask that you refrain from touching until your CMP comes back."

Namjoon glanced over at you, a chiding expression on his features. You flatly ignored him.

"I need to be able to touch him, especially if he feels ill. He needs to keep down his food, right?"

Nurse Cha hummed, pursing her lips.

"Well, I'm going to run this by Dr. Na, but if absolutely necessary, keep it light and brief. And please be sure to document even the smallest instances of skinship so that we can track the effects."

You agreed readily, and she left to continue her rounds.

Glancing out the window, you noted that the evening was mild, and the gardens were aflutter with birds and awash in soft late-afternoon light. You thought about what the nurse had said before about the fresh air.

"Hey," you remarked, still looking out the window, "We should take a walk - it looks so nice out. You up for it?"

"Great idea," he replied, joining you to look out across the greenery. "I'm definitely feeling up for it." He huffed out a little chuckle.

"What?" you asked suspiciously. You were beginning to recognize his different laughs - this particular chuckle was always at your expense.

"Gonna keep pushing it with the poor nurse, huh?"

You scoffed.

"Well, if I hadn't would you be feeling well enough to go out right now?"

"No."

When you glanced up you found that he was gazing raptly at you, his face filled with unchecked thanksgiving. Your witty response faltered on your tongue.

His touch, you were pretty damn sure that for the rest of his natural life you would never grow used to it...but his eyes? It was almost the same. Was this part of the bond? Or was it just...him? Did everyone feel this way when he held them in those eyes? When he looked at them, really looked...

You couldn't tear your eyes away. You couldn't find words.

When Namjoon's phone suddenly buzzed you thanked almighty Samsung and sagged against the window pane.

"Damn," he muttered.

You looked at him questioningly.

"I have a consultation with my radiation oncologist in ten minutes. Go ahead! I'll meet you down there right after."

He pulled a sweatshirt over his head and changed his slippers out for his shoes.

You returned to your room to grab outerwear as well. The evening was temperate enough to go without, but you were feeling chillier than usual. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

Mom flashed across the screen.

Your chest tightened and you silenced the ringer. You'd call her tomorrow, you told yourself. Besides, she had already spoken to Matt.

When you reached the garden, you decided there was someone you should call while you waited. Ambling down a gravel path, you held the phone up to your ear, stuffing your other hand into the pocket of your jean jacket.

"Matt told mom that you passed out - are you okay?" Diana's voice on the other end registered genuine distress.

You rolled your eyes and sighed.

"I'm fine. My body is just adjusting to the bond and probably jet lag and whatnot."

"You better fucking be fine or I'm coming out there to make sure you are."

You laughed.

"To South Korea? On a Wednesday?"

"You know what I mean, god! You're so - hey! How did the fiancee thing go?"

"I knew you'd want an update."

"Spill."

You sighed.

"Uh-oh," she hummed, "That was your, things-are-an-effing-disaster sigh."

"It was no- why do you keep trying to divine my air flow like they're casting-runes or something? Will you just let me tell you?"

"You don't always say."

You huff in exasperation.

"Okay, well, I won't tell you what that sigh is," she mumbles in trepidation, "But I will tell you that I know enough to shut up and let you continue. Go on."

"It didn't go swimmingly."

"Fuck."

"Yeah,” You lifted your fingers to absently stroke at the petal of a rose. “She seemed very frightened by the whole situation, which is completely understandable. But then...she also kind of came at me. She started asking pretty intimate stuff about the bond right off the bat. When I tried to redirect by suggesting we get to know each other better she started saying all this stuff she already knew about me. About Dad and Mom."

"What?!" Diana gasped incredulously.

"It was almost as if...I don't know, I could have been reading her incorrectly, but it was almost seemed as if she was trying to bring things up that might knock me off my footing. Make me...insecure."

You suddenly remembered your conversation with Namjoon the previous night. He hadn’t let on that he had already known your father passed when you were a child...but he had known. Passing out during skinship had gotten in the way of the conversation you had intended to broach with him about knowledge of the other. You had done research before meeting him, but only the basics. You had felt that as much should come from him as possible. Clearly you hadn’t been given that opportunity.

"That bitch," Diana seethed, pulling your mind back into the moment.

"Hey, hey, hey," you cautioned her, "She's in a extremely difficult situation. And that was just my biased impression of her intentions. Don't be too quick to judge her, Di."

Diana hummed discontentedly.

"Also, she came to apologize to me today before she leaves on tour. We made progress, I think."

"Apologizing? Bare minimum," Diana said with an air of dismissal. "What did you say her name was?"

"Kim Hyung-seo. Her stage name is Bibi."

Diana was silent for a moment.

"Found her," she declared.

You smiled to yourself - of course she had found her, the woman was famous. It wasn't as if stalking measures were necessary (though you had no doubt of Diana's abilities should that have been the case).

Diana clicked her tongue in disappointment.

"She's hot."

"She is very pretty," you agreed.

"Yeah, but you're hot too. And, y'kow, you're you. Bet you're smarter..."

"Di," you said, stopping to pinch your brow, "We're not in some kind of competition. We're both just human beings navigating pretty uncharted waters, okay? We both have our strengths and weaknesses. She's going to be part of my life as Namjoon's wife, so not only is building a good relationship with her important to me, I have a responsibility to her as well. We all do. To each other."

Your sister paused on the other end before relenting sullenly.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess you're right - you do need to make nice with her...as long as they're married, that is..."

"DIANA."

"Okay! Geez!" Diana cleared her throat. "How is the soulmate doing?"

"He's getting stronger every day," you answered, happily moving the topic away from Hyung-seo.

"That's great!" she crooned.

"It is."

"Are you smiling? You sound like you're smiling."

"How are you doing, Di? Classes are starting soon."

You smirked as your sister's attention surged in a new direction, and for the next half an hour she regaled you with tales of her new housemates, and the smarmy and unseemly Johnnie (who had come crawling back, as predicted, upon returning to the States).

Upon hanging up with Diana, you checked the time, and discovered that it had been nearly an hour since you left Namjoon. You were starting to feel weak, and a bit cold - hunger, you told yourself - so you decided to return indoors for dinner.

You called Namjoon on the way up to the fifth floor to inform him if your change in plans. He apologized profusely, saying that the doctor had been detained, and asked you to join him for dinner.

Letting yourself into his suite, you shrugged your jacket off as you headed for your usual spot on the couch when, suddenly, you froze.

A man was rising to stand from where he had been seated on the sofa. He was clad in a dark blue button-down with a golden emblem on the shoulder and black slacks. He wore a black cap which bore a similar insignia to the one on his shirt and fit snugly over his short dark hair. He wasn’t as tall as Namjoon, though his shoulders were nearly as wide. His features were soft but arresting, and his deep brown irises, you thought, seemed to hold a bit of everything a pair of eyes could. Your comic book was in his hand.

You crossed the room toward him.

"Hi, I’m sorry, Namjoon will be here soon - oh, I'm his soulmate, Y/n," you stammered, before catching yourself.

The young man's sharp eyes widened, his lips parting as you bowed.

"Je ireum-eun Y/n imnida," you started over in Korean.

He bowed in return, raising his dark brown eyes to you again as he responded in a soft deep voice.

"Annyeonghaseyo, je ireum-eun Min Yoongi imnida."

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k-nayee · 5 months ago

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Lashes Kim Line + Jungkook

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Dreamer M.List

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 stumble into your bedroom with a tired sigh, body sagging in exhaustion from working all day.

"Hey baby," The sound of your lover's voice reaches your ears as you finally kick off those dammed heels, "tough day?"

You could only let out a dry laugh at his question. "Yeah, you could say that. Was this close to finally beating Mal's ass though."

Already knowing who you were talking about, he chuckles. "That lady from HR? What she do now?"

Rolling your eyes, you walk towards the closet, giving him a quick peck on the lips before continuing on. "The bitch gon have the audacity to make the only unit consisting of Asian and Black people do a racial diversity and inclusion seminar due to the complaints of microaggressions being made."

If it weren't for the frustration laced in your voice, the stiff and rough movements of you changing into comfier clothes made it apparent of your anger.

Knowing its best to just let you burn it out instead of trying to calm you down, he hypes you up. "You lyin! She did that? Mmmm mmm mmm! Trifling as hell for that..."

You turn to face him with wide eyes, hand on your hips. "Right?! As if we weren't the ones who made the fucking complaints in the first place! Ended up having to do overtime to make up for the work we missed all day."

He only shakes his head in disappointment. "I'm not surprised."

"Yeah, would've been high-tailed my ass outta there if the pay wasn't too good to give up." You grumble, sliding into bed to get ready for sleep.

Twisting and turning around to get comfortable, you stop at the heavy feeling of someone gazing at you.

"Why are staring at me like that? I got something on my face?"

He breaks out of his trance and give you a sheepish smile. "I just realized you still had makeup on. You sure you wanna sleep in it?"

A moment of silence pass before you let out a groan. "Damn! Forgot I had some on. Was so tired I skipped my whole night routine."

Throwing the off the blankets with a sigh, a pout appears at thought of being in the bathroom longer than you wanted.

"You know...I-I can help. Especially since you don't wear that much makeup."

You freeze at his proposal, eyes narrowed at the pros and cons.

"And you'll be done much faster~"

At those words, you immediately give in. "Okay I guess"

"Yes!" He jumps up in excitement and scurries after you like a lost puppy. "So what I'm gonna do? Will I put on the face mask? Rub in your face serum? Ooo! Can you do me too—"

"Wooooah! Slow down! We taking one step at a time. So to start, you can help take off my eyelashes."

SEOKJIN

The excitement he had in the beginning quickly faded away into nervousness once he was actually doing it.

"Okay...so...do I just—"

"Yes Jin. For the last time, I promise it doesn't hurt when taking them off. Just use the cotton ball I gave you, put some coconut oil on it, and wipe it on my upper and lower lashes."

'Oil? What if she get some in her eyes? Is she sure about a cotton ball? Won't a q-tip work better?' Despite being confused and having many questions, he carefully follows your instructions.

Ten minutes pass of him slowly dabbing at the glue that's on your real lashes to ensure everything will come off.

Even though you're touched at how careful he's being, your fatigue causes you to become impatient, lips pursed to prevent yourself from cursing him out.

Right as he's done with the first eye, you step back with a bright smile. "Alright! I can take it from here babe."

Jin looks at you in confusion, though internally happy with no longer having to do the next one. "But I didn't get to the second o—"

"Don't worry about it! You did so well I realized how bad I usually do it myself. So Imma start practicing," spewing out the first bullshit that came to mind, you push him out the bathroom door.

Jin could only blink, raised hands still holding the cotton ball and removed eyelash. "O-okay. Let me know if you need help with—"

"Won't be necessary. See you in a little bit!" Before he could get another word out, you shut the door in his face.

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TAEHYUNG

"Okay Tae, all you gotta do is put some oil on the cotton ball, rub it on the lashes, and viola~ them bad boys coming off."

Taehyung could only narrow his eyes at the instructions. "Why can't you just take them off? I saw you do it before."

You scratch the side of your with a sheepish grin. "I did do that huh? Okay, let's just pull 'em of—"

"Aight, bet." Just as he finish those words, he reaches up and rip them off.

Mouth gaped open in shock, your mind tries to process what just happened. It wasn't until Taehyung's poking broke you out of it.

"Motherfucker! You almost pulled out my real ones!" You exclaim while rubbing your eyes.

He visibly deflates at the realization at what he'd done. "Sorry, I was too excited."

Seeing how genuine he was, you decide to forgive him.

"You know," as he continues to pout, you discreetly pick up the eyelash glue and another pair of lashes, "I can put some on you if ya want~"

Perking up at the sight of the materials, Taehyung's excitement appears. "Really?! Can you get me some bigger ones while you're at it?"

"Alright, but you have to hold still if you want me to do them right."

He scrambles to the toilet seat and sit down with no hesitation. After minuets of constant scolding to get him to stop squirming, you're finished putting them on.

"All done!" With a clap of your hands, you step back to take in the final result.

'Damn! He pretty as fuck!' You almost couldn't believe how good he looked with them on, a twinge of jealously shooting through your mind at how natural it seemed.

"Soooooo...how do I look?"

Shaking your head to get rid of the jealous thoughts, you look at him with giddy smile of your own, pulling him up to the mirror. "Why don't you come see for yourself?"

A low gasp of awe escapes the vocalist as he studies the long lashes on his face. "This. Is. So. COOL!"

Bouncing on his feet in excitement, he runs out of the bathroom with a big smile.

"Wai-where are you going?!"

"Oh nothing..." He pokes his head back into the bathroom with a mischievous grin. "Just finna go fuck with Yoongi and give him some butterfly kisses."

"See that's why you keep getting your ass beat! You know he hates it when you mess with him."

"Nah, he ain't gonna do shit. Besides, I'm too cute to get hit" With an air kiss and a flutter of his lashes, he runs out of the room once more, "toodles~ be back in an hour."

"This dumbass right here!"

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NAMJOON

"Um ____?"

"Yes Joon?" Back facing him as you collect your cleaning materials, you're unable to see his fidgeting.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

You let out a small laugh and turn towards him with a smile. "Of course! Now come here so you can help."

With small timid steps, he's finally in front of you.

"Now," you lift up the bottle of coconut oil and a cotton ball, "all you need to do is put some of this oil on the ball and wipe it like this."

Carefully wiping some of the oil on your upper and lower lashes, you wait a moment and simply pull the lash extension off. "And tada~ As easy as pie. I took the liberty of doing one for demonstration. You think you can do it?"

Seeing how simple the action was, Namjoon gives a dimpled smile. "Sure, of course."

"And to lessen the pressure, I'll have my eyes closed." Following through with your words, you close them. "Ready when you are..."

Namjoon's nerves gets the best of him once more and causes his mind to blank out for a moment before shaking his head.

'Alright Joon, its a simple task. Just dab the eye and take them off. What's so hard about that?'

Shakily picking up a clean cotton ball, he rubs it on your lashes.

'Rub the cotton ball on the eye? Check...Now to just take it off.'

Your brows slightly furrow when he rubs your eye with the soft material. The usual feeling of the oil weighing on your eyes was absent. 'Damn...this feeling kinda dry'

"Hey Joon?"

He subconsciously lets out a hum as he continue to focus on taking your lashes off. 'Just take it off like a bandaid. Aaaaaand...'

"Did you remember to add oil to the cotton ball?"

'NOW!'

"FUCK!"

Namjoon rapidly blinks at the sound of your scream as he breaks out of his trance. "Huh?"

"Joon!" Your pained cries fill the bathroom as you hold your eye in pain. "What the hell did you do?!"

Looking down at his hand, he sees that he succeeded in taking off the lashes. Only to do a double take when seeing a smaller set with small white hair follicles attracted to the bottom. "Oh..."

....he ripped off your real eyelashes

"GODDAMITNAMJOON! YOU HAD ONE JOB!"

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JUNGKOOK

"C'mon ____, you taking too long! Hurry up!"

You roll your eyes at Jungkook's constant pestering. "Kook calm down! Just let me oil the lashes up first."

It was Jungkook's turn to roll his eyes. "You doing too much. If you just don't rip them off!"

"Rip them off?! Do it look like I wanna be bald in the eyes?"

He smacks his lips at your words. "I've seen people do it plenty of times. Just a lil pull and they off."

"Do I look like other people? If everybody else jumping off a bridge, you gonna do it too?"

"But ____!" Jungkook lets out a whine, stepping closer to you with a pout as he eyes the lashes.

Picking up on what he was going to do, you immediately back away with thrown up hands. "Back the fuck up Kook! I know what you trying to do. You rip off my lashes and imma beat yo ass."

He steps back with a sigh. "Fine."

"That's what I thought." You turn back around and grab the cotton ball and coconut oil, ready to start the process.

As you pour the oil on the ball, you fail to notice Jungkook sneaking up beside you.

"Hey ____?"

"What?"

After a moment of silence, you look at him with furrowed brows, mouth pull into a sneer of irritation. "Dude I just said what! Stop playing arou—"

"YEET!"

Quicker than you could react, Jungkook grabs both of your lashes and yank them off.

"WHAT THE FUCK KOOK!?"

He cackles at your angered expression, holding the fake lashes in his hands as if they were a trophy. "Told you they'll come off~"

You swiftly look in the mirror only to silently release a sigh of relief when seeing that your real lashes are still intact.

"You better be lucky I ain't missing nothing! Cause if I was, I'm cutting your shit off too...that and your eyebrows. Gone end up looking like Voldemort in this bitch!"

"Yeah yeah," he brushes off your warning with a flip of the wrist, "let me know when you need some more help 'kay?"

"Tough titty, cause this the last time you ever gonna help me!"

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jooheonspinky · 5 months ago

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Trivia: Love

Characters: Namjoon x Female Reader

Genre: idol!au, angst, smut

Synopses: A few years ago, Y/N met Namjoon while at a movie theatre. Hitting it off, they come to an agreement wherein Y/N signs a contract that entails helping Namjoon “de-stress” whenever he is in the US, even having Y/N travel to several of BTS’ stops when they are on tour. But then the pandemic hit, and it has now been almost two years since they have seen each other in person. With BTS coming to LA for several concerts and interviews, will they be able to get back to how things were before, or have the two changed too much in that time apart?

Warnings: set during the COVID pandemic, mentions of mask-wearing and COVID tests, fingering, unprotected sex (both get STI tested before visits, as per contract. Not specified in story, but Y/N takes birth control).

A/N: This story is inspired by a dream I had on August 26, 2018. You can find the dream here on my Kpop Dream Logs. It took me several years to flesh out and finish this story and I'm really excited to finally get this put out there. I really hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to like, reblog, and comment. I really appreciate you taking time out of your day to read my work.

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Part 1

Word Count: 4.5K

November 27, 2021

“Hi,” I offer the middle-aged woman behind the front desk as polite a smile as I can convey through my eyes. Trying to be as casual yet discreet as possible, I lower my voice and lean in as I state, “The room for Mr. Moonchild, please.”

The woman’s eyes narrow for just a millisecond before the friendly customer service expression settles back in place. Well, as far as I could tell, due to the navy blue face mask emblazoned with the hotel's logo on the right side covering half of her face.

“Name, please?” she probes, her tone neutral.

“Nabi Bomnal,” I provide the code name he had given me so long ago, my voice slightly muffled with my black medical-style face mask covering the lower half of my face. I resist the urge to tap my fingernails on the shiny granite top of the desk separating us, nervous anxiousness threatening to buckle my knees.

She hums her acknowledgment, and I can feel her eyes judging me as they flick from her computer screen and back to my face a few times as she types. I hold back saying, “We’re just friends,” as a way to justify why I’m here so she can stop searing my soul with her disapproving looks. She knows why I’m here. Yes, this woman knows exactly why I’m here.

“Ok. You are all set, Miss Bomnal.” Her eyes beam, and she seems way too cheerful. “I’ve already paged Mr. Choi. He will meet you at the elevators and direct you to the requested room.”

“Thanks,” I mumble, throwing her an awkward smile, though I know she can’t see it.

I hope the gesture comes off more amicably through my eyes than it feels before hurrying off to the elevator lobby. This whole interaction would not have bothered me in the past. These were the exact steps I took two to three times a year, and I had been okay with it, ignoring the knowing looks given to me by hotel staff. However, this time, I find myself nervous and feeling ill at ease, my hands clammy as one tugs a suitcase down the marble flooring and the other hangs at my side, fist clenching and unclenching as I walk. It almost feels as if it is my first time all over again.

The elevator doors open just as I approach them, and a large, muscular man fills the space inside. He’s in all black from head to toe. His tucked-in T-shirt, whose sleeves hug his biceps a bit too tightly, also clings to his chest and torso muscles. My eyes continue down to a tapered waist, the shirt disappearing into his jeans. Black sneakers complete his outfit.

“Mr. Choi,” I greet him with a genuine smile and a short bow. “It's good to see you are well.”

He bows back. “I’m glad you are also healthy and well. Come, let me take that.”

It was fruitless to protest. For several years, this has been precisely the way our meetings started. I long ago gave up fighting him about lugging my suitcase around. Mr. Choi may look menacing, but he was a sweetheart underneath all that height and muscle.

“It’s been a while, huh?” I make small talk as the elevator doors close behind me.

“Almost two years,” he hums behind his black face mask.

“Two years,” I parrot quietly in wonderment.

We’re quiet after that, each of us left to our thoughts. It’s not for long, though. Soon, the elevator pings, the doors slide open quietly, and we step out onto a plush crimson carpet. Suddenly, the black skinny jeans, purple long-sleeve shirt, and black flats I wear make me feel underdressed.

Not that it would matter. It’s not like I would have them on for too much longer.

“Here we are,” Mr. Choi interrupts my thoughts. He swipes the key card over the black reader beneath the door handle, and there is an audible click as the lock disengages. Ever the gentleman, he holds the door open for me, and I walk into the large room. “You know the drill,” he starts after leaving my luggage by the door. “Here’s the key card. Make sure to leave it here at the end of your stay.” He hands me the card even as he continues his usual spiel. “Your negative COVID test results came through, as did your medical assessment. All is well, as usual.” I press my lips together, my cheeks warming up. Shouldn’t I be used to this by now? “I have reviewed his information also, and all came back negative. Here is a copy for your peace of mind, but for privacy reasons and the conservation of his reputation, the company has remitted his name, date of birth, and demographics. Since you are here, am I to understand you are still in agreement with the contract and arrangement made four years ago? I can provide another copy if you need it.”

Oh, I understand, I think dispiritedly. I understand that this is still just business between us.

“No need,” I let out a short chuckle, waving my hand as if that would brush away the brooding thoughts in my mind. “Yes, I still agree to all the terms. I understand.”

“Ok,” he nods, passing me the medical and COVID documents. “He left you something in the bedroom. Food, snacks, and drinks are in the fridge if you get hungry. My number is still the same. Call me if you need anything or if there is an emergency. They are due to arrive sometime after midnight, so you still have a few hours to yourself.”

“Thanks, Mr. Choi.”

“Have a good night.”

I wish him the same as I walk him to the door. Once he’s gone, I slip out of my shoes, leaving them by the door, and I grab my suitcase to head towards the bedroom. The hotel room was pretty much an apartment. There was a small bathroom to the left and a coat closet to the right in the foyer. The full kitchen had a stove, microwave, counter space, sink, and full-size fridge. Everything is stainless steel. The kitchen was on the right once you exited the foyer. Ahead from the entryway is a large living room area with a television, a couch, a loveseat, a chair, and a coffee table to the left. The TV sits in a shelving unit that takes up most of the wall, and many books of different colors and sizes fill the shelves. A sitting area on the opposite end of the room is arranged in front of a fireplace. Off-center to the living room and sitting area is a sleek black dining table with eight chairs, the chair cushions white, just like the couches and seats around the room. Beyond the dining room is a set of sliding glass doors leading to a roomy balcony with outdoor seating matching the decor inside the living space and a fire pit.

Turning left past the dining table, I finally reach the bedroom. Opening it up, I find a spacious room with a California King-sized bed. The covering atop the bed is fluffy and thick, hinting at the comfort it will provide. A set of French doors leads out to the balcony, a settee invitingly sitting near them, offering the person who sat there a nice view of the space outside.

Reaching the closet on the opposite side of the room, I unpack. I don’t have much, but I hang my clothing on the available hangers to avoid too many wrinkles. As usual, I leave everything else in the suitcase but take out my toiletries. In the bathroom, I can’t help but smile. It was a beautiful area with marble, the palest of pinks surrounding the Jack and Jill sinks. The walls were white marble tiles with light grey streaks, while the marble on the floor was also white, the grey whisps a darker shade. The same tiles continue into the shower, which is right across from the sinks, a luxurious area with several showerheads that I could not wait to use. At the end of the room, there was a grande deep tub. I was quite certain Namjoon and I could both soak in there together. At the opposite end, nearer to where I had entered, a quick stroll over has me confirming it was the toilet, separated from the rest of the bathroom.

Glancing down at my watch, I see it’s already 10:35 p.m., so I opt for taking a shower before it gets too late or I get too tired. Namjoon wasn’t due until after midnight, so I could have a leisurely shower and then lounge around while waiting for him.

But first, I want to see what’s in the bag Namjoon set at the end of the bed. Back in the bedroom, I quickly pull out the lilac tissue paper until a card and the present are revealed at the bottom. I can’t help but smile as I read the note.

Nabi,

I saw this and thought of you. I know you will wear it well. I also got you a little something for those days when you miss the moon. It will keep you company until you can see it again.

See you soon,

Moonchild

Grabbing the box the card had been lying on, my fingers brushed against a soft material. I chuckle to myself, already imagining what it could be. First, though, I wanted to see what was in the black box. Opening it, I can’t help but smile fondly as the contents are revealed. A full moon hangs from a silver chain, a small silver butterfly dangling a few links up. I waste no time clasping it around my neck, the moon charm falling just above my cleavage.

Clutching it in my hand lovingly, I can’t help but wonder if his message had a double meaning. Yes, he gave me a little moon, something we both loved to look at. But he knows I associate him with it, not just because of his song ‘Moonchild,’ but because he loves to walk beneath the moon to release his creativity. So when his note says I can look at the necklace when I miss the moon, and it can keep me company until I see it again, was he talking about the literal moon, or was he talking about himself?

Aloud, I can’t help but frown and say, “Nah.”

Namjoon has not indicated this whole time that there is more between us than a hook-up a few times a year. We do keep in touch by talking and texting over the phone when we are apart, even with his busy schedule, but I never get the sense that there is any romantic interest on his part whatsoever. Anyway, as Mr. Choi pointed out earlier, this was nothing but a business transaction, and I would be a fool if I let myself think anything more could ever come from this.

Not wanting to overthink the gift anymore, I moved on to the other item I had felt when I had gone to grab the box. Smiling, I lift the lingerie, trying to figure out exactly what it was besides purple lace and thin satin ribbon. I guess I would find out better once I put it on. With that thought in mind, I head back into the bathroom to shower.

Feeling refreshed after my shower, I sit comfortably on the bed, a near-empty glass of wine in my hand as I watch a movie to pass the time. Repositioning myself, I feel the lingerie shift beneath the robe I’d tied over it. As the material grazes across my skin, I’m reminded that Namjoon has yet to arrive to see me in the one-piece bodysuit he’d bought me. It barely covers anything, the deep-plunging V-neck stopping short of my navel. The material leaves nothing to the imagination, but the color compliments my skin well and accentuates my curves. The lace in the back only covers half of my ass, and the satin adjustable criss-cross straps leave most of my skin bare as it comes to a neat bow at my lower back. It certainly could leave anyone who wore it feeling sexy, and despite some insecurities, even I cannot deny that I could not wait to see Namjoon’s reaction to me wearing it.

The evening seems to be crawling by. The anticipation of seeing him after all this time has my nerves somewhere between frayed with anxiety and horny as hell. Either way, I feel like I’m on the verge of screaming.

Downing the last bit of wine, I make my way to the kitchen, cleaning up my mess from earlier and leaving the dishes to dry on the counter before slipping out of the robe and sliding in under the bed covers.

Though I am so nervous, the combination of the flight and my jittery nerves has worn me out. I had wanted to stay awake to greet him, but the evening was going too slowly. So, I decided to kill time with sleep. Letting out a shaky breath, I feel myself slowly relaxing. The wine helps, and my eyes slip shut a short time later.

A door closing in the distance wakes me from a restless sleep. I had left the bathroom light on with the door just a smidge open to push back some of the darkness. I scramble off the bed, anticipating finally seeing him in front of me after so long driving away any remnants of sleep left behind.

As I step towards it, the bedroom door flies open, and I gasp. There he is. Kim Namjoon in an off-white suit, the suit jacket unbuttoned. The vest beneath has nothing underneath it, and my eyes are drawn to the deep V of the vest that shows a bit of bare flesh. He wears a thick black choker around his neck with silver spikes poking out randomly all around it. He looks devilishly handsome with his dark chocolate locks, shorter than I was used to, shaved at the sides, and spiked up at the front.

“There’s my beautiful Nabi,” he nearly growls as his eyes lock on me. Even through the thin slip of lace, he has tied across his eyes, I can see the stare is so intense, almost predatory-like, that I feel my heart rate kick up a few notches just because of it. “Come here,” he demands, even as his long legs quickly close the space between us.

Before I can even react, his mouth is slashing hungrily across mine. Inhaling sharply through my nose, I don’t resist. Instead, the fierceness of the kiss mixed with the scent that is his and his alone has my core clenching involuntarily around nothing. It’s like his smell is a key that triggers the memories of our past encounters to come flooding through to the forefront, and it’s the kindle to the fire he always knows how to ignite in me.

He presses his body into mine, and we stumble back until we are met with the resistance of the wall.

“Namjoon,” I breathe as his hands dig into my hips, holding me to him.

Coaxing my lips apart greedily, he drags his tongue along mine, and I moan into his mouth. The bitterness of the beer he must have been drinking before mixed with mint tingles along my taste buds, and I can’t seem to get enough as my hands help him remove the blazer without breaking the kiss.

His mouth, so warm and soft, is not shy about exploring anywhere he wants to. Namjoon slides away from my lips to kiss my jawline before nipping at the pulse at my neck. His hips roll into mine, and we both groan.

“I missed your taste,” he growls as he hoists me up. “Missed this ass,” he smirks while he palms my bare cheeks and gives them a firm squeeze. I wrap my legs around his waist and smile at him. We are face to face like this, and he is such a magnificent sight to behold. He is like an incubus decked in all white and trimmed in lace, ready to devour me body and soul. His saccharine voice is a dangerous addiction that threatens to shatter my heart into a trillion little pieces at any moment if I don’t do better to guard and protect that much too-sensitive organ. With lips ruddy and swollen from the passionate kisses, face flushed, and eyes dark with pure need, he looks like sex personified. He walks us to the bed and drops me down. I shift to the middle, and he crawls on hands and knees towards me, saying, “Missed the way your tight wet pussy takes me so well...”

“Namjoon!” I gasp, feeling myself grow wetter with the filth coming out of those sinful lips of his.

“What?” he chuckles huskily as he drops a kiss on my mound. “You look absolutely delicious in that,” he compliments as his hands graze up my thighs. There is a conflicting sensation, and I look down to see he is wearing white lace half gloves, the material stopping just past his knuckles. My eyes close, soaking up the feeling of a rough scratch mixed with the soft flesh of his fingertips ghosting their way up my body. “I knew it would suit you well.”

I can’t even answer anything he says, my body humming with sensations I have been deprived of for so so long. It’s as if I’ve forgotten how to speak anything other than his name. It wasn’t that I had withheld myself of relief while we were apart. Still, there is just a different feeling altogether when you have all these overwhelming sensations being coaxed out of you by someone else rather than a toy or your own self—especially someone as passionate as Namjoon.

His lips have made their way up to my breasts. The tips press firmly against the thin purple lace, and he wastes no time snatching one between his lips. I let out a loud gasp as his hand slipped between my legs, palming me roughly.

“Baby, you are so wet,” he growls against my breasts. Then, leaning back, he lifts his gaze to meet mine. “I don’t think I’ll be able to wait much longer. I need to be inside you.”

Mesmerized by his flushed cheeks and pleading eyes, I nod, “Yes. Please.”

He licks his lips hungrily, his mouth quickly returning to my breast. I’m groaning when I feel a finger slip inside me. Namjoon’s curse is muffled as he slides in and out, prepping me for what is to come and warming my body up even more. He slides in another digit, and my hips begin to roll upwards, wanting more friction. He’s pulling away, and I whimper, my entire body throbbing with the impending release I am so needing. Namjoon quickly removes the rest of his clothes, leaving on his gloves and the lace he had tied over his eyes.

He is crawling over me in no time, his naked form warm against me. Namjoon does not even give me the time to take off the lingerie. Instead, he pulls the material away from my center and brings his cock to dip into my juices. Biting down on my lip, my hands fist the sheets as he drags the head of his dick up my seam, the tip rubbing my clit sweetly. My hips arch up, and he chuckles.

“Greedy, girl,” he tsks but doesn’t delay the torture any longer.

Namjoon slides in slowly, groaning once he’s bottomed out. His hand kneads my breast as he leans forward to capture my lips in a deep kiss, allowing me to adjust to him. He tastes so good; I could kiss him forever. He gives his hips a hesitant roll, and when he gets a moan from me, he starts a slow pace. My walls begin to tighten around him, and he lifts himself onto his knees, his hands on my thighs, keeping them open wide.

He looks incredible, with his tanned skin glistening in the glow of the bathroom light. His nipples are taut, his abs constricting as he chases his high. I can feel myself getting so close, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.

“Don’t stop,” I keen.

Namjoon obliges, his hips picking up more speed. He feels so good scraping against my walls, touching that spot that he knows precisely how to hit. I bite down on my lip, and Namjoon smacks my inner thigh, and the shock of the sting has me spilling over the edge on a long moan, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts as I ride out my high.

“Fuck, you look so hot,” he pants as he yanks the lace from his eyes. “I need to see you,” he growls as his cock throbs desperately inside me. I know he’s close when his thrusts grow sloppier, and I rake my nails over his abdomen. “Oh, shit!” he curses as his abs constrict just before I feel him burst inside me. Though I’m already oversensitive, I lock my legs around his waist and buck into him as thick streams of his warm cum fill me up.

“Ok, ok, ok,” he shivers as he tries to unravel my legs from around his waist moments later.

I grant him mercy and release him, laughing as I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom. Using the toilet and cleaning myself, I bring a warm, wet hand towel back into the room. I can’t help giggling when I see him collapse back onto the bed after leaning over to toss his spiked collar and lace gloves onto the bedside table, his arms thrown out on either side of him as if that took the rest of the energy he had left.

“You good?” I ask sweetly as I clean him up.

“Come here,” he growls. I yelp, tossing the towel over the edge of the bed, when Namjoon snatches me up and tucks me into his side. He tenderly kisses my forehead as his arm cradles me to him, one of his legs nudging its way between mine. “I really did…miss you, Y/N,” he murmurs before his breathing goes steady.

“Namjoon?” I whisper.

But there is no response. Instead, he pulls me tighter against his sleeping and warm form. I try not to read too much into the gesture. Steadying my breathing, not wanting to wake him, I can’t help but let my mind wander.

How had I gotten here?

I smile fondly, remembering the day we met as if it was just yesterday.

It had been a cool Spring night in 2017. I went to the movie theater by myself. Leaving the theater room after the movie finished, I looked up and became frozen in my spot. Right near the door to exit the building, I swore I had seen Kim Namjoon!

I blinked a few times. Looking around, I wondered how no one else had noticed. Granted, he had been wearing a face mask, sure, but those eyes and his stance? It was undeniable to me.

He was scrolling through his phone and must have sensed my staring because he looked up. His gaze fell directly on me. My heart skipped a beat as he threw a wink my way and then brought a finger to where his mouth would have been. I nodded, respecting his wishes. That didn’t mean my heart wasn’t racing a mile a minute as I made my way to the exit and avoided any further eye contact.

As I walked to my car, my mind was reeling. I had been in the same space as Namjoon! I couldn’t even believe it myself. Lost in my thoughts, I had nearly let out a scream when a finger tapped on my shoulder.

“Jesus!” I gasped as I whirled around. “You scared me!”

A tall, muscular man in black jeans and a black t-shirt bowed.

“죄송합니다. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, it’s ok,” I laughed nervously. I still eyed him warily. He was quite fearsome; the bulging muscles that his clothing did little to hide spoke of how easily he could snap me like a twig if he truly wanted to. “Can I help you?”

“My client, he wants to meet you.” I cocked an eyebrow at him in question. “Namjoon-씨,” he clarified.

I could not help but laugh in disbelief.

“Really?” I scoffed. “Namjoon? Of BTS? He wants to meet me?”

I laughed again. The man, most likely a bodyguard if those muscles had anything to say about it, pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. When the line was picked up, he spoke in Korean and then passed me the cell phone.

Now, my stomach fluttered as I accepted the device.

“Hello?” I said hesitantly, then tried to backtrack with a “Uhm, I mean, 여보세요?”

I mentally face-palmed myself, instantly feeling my ears burn with embarrassment. A soft chuckle greeted me.

“Hi. I see you didn’t believe my bodyguard.”

I instantly recognized the voice.

With my knees trembling, I was honest when I answered, “I didn’t. I mean, I’m not sure I do, still.”

He laughed again.

“I just wanted to thank you for not revealing my identity inside.”

Holy crap! It really was him!!

“Yeah. Sure,” I tried to sound nonchalant. “It’s nothing.”

“But for me, it is, so what do you say? Will you go with my bodyguard?”

“I don’t know….” I looked up at the intimidating man before me.

“I promise you’ll be safe.”

But my heart sure hadn’t been.

I should have known that very first night that I would not have been able to keep my heart guarded. I tried to be indifferent as I accepted his proposition, to not catch feelings. I did all I could to focus on the fact that this was all basically a business transaction. He would help me pay my way through school while I helped him “relieve some tension” whenever he came to the US. The more legal way of saying we were “fuck buddies.”

Simple.

Yet the more time we spent together, the more we spoke, the more he chiseled his way in. The lines were getting too blurred for me. The two years we were unable to be with each other made me realize it. I thought maybe this time apart would dampen things, reminding me that there really is nothing between us but this contract. It hadn’t been so. Seeing him again, I knew I had missed him so much. He is so good to me and respectful despite the circumstances. And that only makes me adore him more.

I push all thoughts out of my mind as I feel tears threatening my lash line. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, praying they don’t spill over. Breathing in and out slowly, combined with the warmth of Namjoon’s embrace, helps me to settle down, and soon I’m relaxed enough to fall asleep. The sleep is so deep I don’t even feel him leave the bed a few hours later.

Credits:

Text Divider by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Moodboard by me.

For moodboard, used:

InCollage for layout, title, butterfly and photos.

Except Namjoon’s photo. Credit to RM x GQ Korea, Vogue Korea 2021

Motionleap was used for the movement within the moodboard.

Thanks for reading. Part 2 is out now.

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nostxlgiax · 8 months ago

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might not have (did not loose) | knj

title: might not have (did not loose) | knj

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

genre: drama, angst, smut (eventually)

word count: 6.1k words and counting

status: work in progress

synopsis: he's all she's ever known, til she knows nothing at all.)

warnings: descriptions of car accidents, descriptions of injury, depression, memory loss, temporary amnesia, mentions of medicine, flashbacks, non sexual intimacy, strangers to friends, friends to lovers. slow burn, eventual romance, eventual sex, (more tags to come)

"he feels familiar—" she explains with a frown. it makes her head too heavy and hot to find the words. "—like someone you've seen before? somewhere? everywhere?"

she sees him in the hall, talking animatedly in a way she wants to reserve for herself.

it's selfish.

senseless.

"—like someone you can't forget."

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note: hey there babes ! this is a [chaptered] work in progress that i'm so happy to share with you'll. if the aforementioned warnings and added tags look like your thing, let me know ! i’ll add any to the taglist. a masterlist of current, upcoming, and posted works will be created eventually; if you have any writing prompts you’d like me to fill, drabbled/request, send an ask ! ✧∘*

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cutest-bunny-writings · 7 months ago

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The Missing Paper Clause Chapter Index

Summary: As a psychologist working for the military in a secret compound on an island in the middle of nowhere, it's your job to maintain and analyze the emotional states of every specimen brought into the programs that happen within the compound. Suspicions start to arise when you keep getting brushed off and being told you're irrelevant more often than not. Specimens start arriving from undisclosed locations and you keep getting barred from paperwork that you need to help you do the job you are brought here to do. So why not take matters into your own hands.

Notes: I'm going to try my best to not completely forget this thing exists, but I'm also not making any promises. But I hope you guys like this, because it's using all my creative juices.

Chapters: 5/?

Chapter 1: New Arrival

Chapter 2: Notes on Specimens and Insulting Coworkers

Chapter 3: A Cute Nurse and an Illegal Phone Call

Chapter 4: Feminine Attachment Hypothesis

Chapter 5: Personal Recreational Ruse

Chapter 6: Impatience and a Patient

#reader insert #x reader #kim namjoon x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim seokjin x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jung hoseok x reader #park jimin x reader #ot7 x reader #bts ot7 x reader #sci fi fic

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lagrya · 2 months ago

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Imagine Kim Namjoon

S/N era um ator renomado, o nome mais comentado no mundo do cinema após estrelar o sucesso de bilheteria "Horizontes Partidos", um drama psicológico que explora a luta de um homem para superar os traumas do passado enquanto tenta salvar um futuro distópico prestes a ruir. Sua atuação foi amplamente elogiada por críticos e fãs, com uma performance que oscilava entre vulnerabilidade e força de forma tão magistral que deixou o público em lágrimas. A cena final, onde seu personagem confronta o próprio reflexo enquanto chora silenciosamente, tornou-se icônica.

Naquela noite, no Metropolitan Gala, um dos eventos mais exclusivos e prestigiados do mundo, S/N desfilava com confiança entre os maiores nomes da indústria do entretenimento e da moda. Vestindo um terno perfeitamente ajustado, com detalhes que brilhavam sob as luzes, ele era um dos destaques da noite. Foi então que ele viu Kim Namjoon, o lendário líder do BTS, de pé no outro lado do salão. Namjoon estava deslumbrante, vestindo um smoking clássico que acentuava sua elegância natural, com uma postura confiante e um sorriso suave que parecia iluminar o ambiente.

S/N já tinha ouvido falar dele, claro. Quem não conhecia BTS em 2024? Eles eram um fenômeno global que transcendeu a música. Mas ver Namjoon tão de perto era diferente. Ele era ainda mais bonito do que nas telas, com uma aura magnética que fazia S/N sentir um formigamento inexplicável.

O momento em que seus olhares se cruzaram foi curto, mas intenso. Namjoon sorriu educadamente, e S/N teve que se controlar para não demonstrar o impacto que aquele sorriso teve nele. "Calma, ele é só uma pessoa, e você vai assustar ele," S/N pensou, mas, por dentro, ele sentia como se tivesse acabado de ser atingido por uma onda.

Mais tarde, os dois acabaram sendo apresentados por um amigo em comum. Namjoon se mostrou incrivelmente gentil e articulado, o que só complicou mais as coisas para S/N.

S/N e Namjoon acabaram se esbarrando várias vezes ao longo da noite no evento, até que se encontraram em um canto mais reservado, longe do alvoroço. O que começou como uma conversa educada sobre a arte de atuar e criar música se transformou em uma troca genuína de ideias e risadas. Eles tinham tanto em comum que perderam a noção do tempo, falando sobre livros, filosofia, o impacto da cultura pop e até sobre suas comidas favoritas. Era uma conexão inesperada, mas tão natural que ambos pareciam esquecer que estavam cercados por celebridades e câmeras.

Os outros convidados começaram a notar a proximidade entre os dois. Alguns até comentaram, meio surpresos, sobre como eles pareciam uma dupla improvável, mas absolutamente adorável. Fotógrafos capturaram momentos espontâneos: S/N jogando a cabeça para trás de tanto rir, Namjoon falando algo gesticulando com entusiasmo, e até um momento em que os dois pareciam estar cochichando algo conspiratório.

Na manhã seguinte, as redes sociais estavam em chamas. Postagens sobre "o bromance inesperado da noite" acumulavam milhões de curtidas e compartilhamentos. Vídeos deles conversando e rindo já tinham milhões de visualizações. A hashtag #NamJoonS/N começou a viralizar, com fãs criando memes, edições e até fanarts dos dois.

S/N, que era mais reservado online, postou uma foto de um livro que Namjoon havia recomendado com a legenda: "Noite incrível. Obrigado pelas indicações, RM." Já Namjoon, compartilhou uma foto borrada dos dois de costas, em frente à uma parede decorada, com a legenda: "Conversas inesperadas são as melhores."

Assim, nasceu a amizade mais improvável – e, ao mesmo tempo, mais fofa – que o mundo das celebridades já viu. Eles continuaram interagindo online e, vez ou outra, eram vistos juntos em cafés, galerias de arte ou lançamentos de livros, para o deleite de seus fãs.

A amizade entre Namjoon e S/N se aprofundou rapidamente. Eles trocavam mensagens todos os dias, compartilhando reflexões, trocando recomendações de livros e falando sobre suas vidas atarefadas. Para Namjoon, era refrescante ter alguém fora do seu círculo habitual com quem pudesse ser totalmente ele mesmo. S/N, com seu humor afiado e sensibilidade, fazia com que ele se sentisse compreendido de uma forma única.

Mas as coisas começaram a mudar para Namjoon quando, numa madrugada solitária em seu estúdio, ele se pegou perdido em pensamentos sobre S/N. Enquanto folheava o caderno onde escrevia letras, percebeu que as palavras que fluíam não eram as de uma música comum. Era algo diferente: confissões disfarçadas em metáforas, versos sobre olhos que brilhavam mais que qualquer câmera poderia capturar, sobre risadas que ecoavam como uma melodia e sobre uma presença que fazia tudo parecer mais leve.

Namjoon parou por um momento, encarando o que havia escrito. "Droga, isso é sobre ele," pensou, o coração acelerando. Ele sabia que era mais do que uma amizade comum. Escrever sempre foi sua maneira de expressar o que as palavras faladas não conseguiam, e ali, diante daquela letra inacabada, percebeu que seus sentimentos por S/N iam muito além da admiração. Ele estava apaixonado.

No entanto, admitir isso, mesmo para si, era assustador. Namjoon não sabia como S/N reagiria. E se ele só o visse como um amigo? Ou pior, e se a confissão estragasse o que eles tinham? Então, ele guardou a música, tentando enterrar seus sentimentos. Mas cada vez que eles se encontravam – o jeito como S/N sorria para ele, como seus olhos brilhavam enquanto falavam sobre algo que amavam – só fazia com que fosse mais difícil ignorar.

A letra daquela música de amor começou a crescer em sua mente, e Namjoon sabia que, mais cedo ou mais tarde, precisaria decidir o que fazer com o que sentia.

S/N subiu ao palco sob uma chuva de aplausos, visivelmente emocionado. Vestindo um smoking impecável, mas com a gravata já um pouco desalinhada por ter sido constantemente abraçado pelos colegas de profissão, ele segurou o Emmy com as duas mãos, respirando fundo antes de começar.

— Uau... Isso é surreal. Primeiro, eu preciso agradecer à Academia, ao elenco e à equipe incrível de "Sombras do Inimigo". Esse projeto foi desafiador, assustador e ao mesmo tempo o trabalho mais gratificante da minha vida. A cada dia de gravação, eu aprendi algo novo sobre mim mesmo e sobre o que significa contar uma história que mexe com a mente e o coração das pessoas.

Ele fez uma pausa, olhando para a plateia com um sorriso trêmulo.

— Quero agradecer à minha família, que sempre acreditou em mim, mesmo quando eu mesmo não acreditava. A todos os amigos que aguentaram minhas crises de ansiedade durante as filmagens — sério, vocês são santos.

O público riu com carinho, e ele deu um passo à frente, agora com os olhos brilhando.

— Mas também quero agradecer a alguém que me ajudou de uma forma que ele talvez nem perceba. Alguém que apareceu na minha vida no momento certo e me lembrou do que é genuinidade, criatividade e o poder de compartilhar o que temos de melhor com o mundo. Namjoon, obrigado por ser uma fonte de inspiração constante. Suas palavras, suas ideias e até seus silêncios me ensinaram tanto.

S/N continuou:

— Esse Emmy não é só meu. Ele é de todos que acreditaram em mim e também daqueles que me desafiaram a ser melhor, dia após dia. Muito obrigado por isso.

Com o prêmio erguido em uma mão e o coração visivelmente acelerado, S/N saiu do palco, deixando a audiência encantada com sua autenticidade e gratidão. Nos bastidores, sua equipe o parabenizava, mas sua mente imaginava apenas o que Namjoon acharia.

Namjoon não conseguia tirar o discurso de S/N da cabeça. Aquela menção inesperada e sincera o deixara em um estado de completa confusão emocional. Ele assistiu ao vídeo do momento tantas vezes que já sabia de cor o tom da voz de S/N, a pausa estratégica antes de dizer seu nome, e até a maneira como ele sorriu enquanto agradecia. Era doce, quase íntimo. E aquilo estava o enlouquecendo.

De volta ao estúdio, cercado pelos outros membros do BTS, Namjoon finalmente se abriu:

— Eu não aguento mais, sério. Vocês acham que eu deveria... sei lá, dizer alguma coisa para ele?

Yoongi, sentado com a costumeira calma, levantou uma sobrancelha.

— Você está me perguntando se deveria contar para a pessoa que claramente sente algo por você que você sente o mesmo?

Namjoon piscou.

— Como assim "claramente sente algo"?

— Namjoon, ele agradeceu você em um discurso que vai ficar para sempre marcado na história da carreira dele — retrucou Hoseok, revirando os olhos de forma dramática. — Não é como se ele agradecesse qualquer um.

Jimin, sempre o mais empático, colocou a mão no ombro de Namjoon com um sorriso encorajador.

— Hyung, se você sente isso, vai lá e fala.

Namjoon soltou um suspiro, dividido entre o nervosismo e a esperança.

— Vocês estão certos. Eu não consigo mais fingir que isso é só uma amizade.

— Então vai lá, porra — incentivou Taehyung, com um sorriso tranquilo. — Tenho certeza de que ele está esperando por isso também.

Convencido pelos amigos, Namjoon decidiu que precisava tomar coragem. Ele sabia que nada superaria uma conversa cara a cara, mas a agenda lotada de S/N parecia dificultar isso. Quando finalmente conseguiu uma brecha, mandou uma mensagem direta:

Namjoon: "Eu queria falar com você. Algo importante. Podemos nos encontrar em algum lugar?"

A resposta veio rápido.

S/N: "Claro! Estou no set filmando, mas você pode vir até o estúdio. Podemos conversar no meu camarim. Que tal amanhã à tarde?"

Namjoon confirmou, mesmo com o coração acelerado. No dia seguinte, ele chegou ao estúdio. O ambiente era movimentado, com câmeras, luzes e pessoas correndo para lá e para cá. Ele foi conduzido até o camarim de S/N, que parecia ser um oásis de calma no meio do caos.

S/N estava sentado em um sofá, ainda com parte do figurino de sua cena, mas com o rosto iluminado por um sorriso caloroso ao vê-lo.

— Namjoon! Que bom que você veio — disse, levantando-se para cumprimentá-lo.

— Eu que agradeço por me receber aqui, mesmo com sua agenda tão cheia — respondeu Namjoon, tentando esconder o nervosismo.

Eles se sentaram lado a lado no sofá, a conversa fluindo de forma descontraída no início. S/N contou sobre o novo projeto, uma série cheia de ação e drama, enquanto Namjoon ouvia atentamente, rindo de algumas anedotas dos bastidores.

Mas então, a expressão de Namjoon mudou. Ele respirou fundo, sentindo o peso do momento.

— S/N, eu... tem algo que eu preciso te dizer.

S/N arqueou as sobrancelhas, curioso.

— Claro, o que foi?

Namjoon passou a mão pelo cabelo, tentando organizar os pensamentos.

— Desde que nos conhecemos naquela noite na gala, eu... Eu sabia que você era especial. Mas, com o tempo, percebi que o que sinto por você não é só amizade.

S/N ficou em silêncio, os olhos fixos nos de Namjoon, que continuou:

— Eu não consigo parar de pensar em você. Em como você me inspira, me faz rir e me faz sentir coisas que eu não sentia há muito tempo. Eu tentei ignorar, mas... eu escrevi até uma música sobre você.

S/N arregalou os olhos, surpreso, mas um sorriso começou a se formar em seus lábios.

— Uma música?

Namjoon assentiu, nervoso.

— Sim. Porque você é... bem, você é tudo.

Por um momento, o silêncio preencheu o camarim, e Namjoon temeu o pior. Mas então, S/N colocou a mão sobre a dele, apertando-a gentilmente.

— Namjoon, eu não vou mentir. Eu já sentia algo, mas... nunca imaginei que você se sentiria assim também.

Os dois se olharam, um misto de nervosismo e alívio no ar, até que S/N riu baixinho.

— Então, quando é que eu vou ouvir essa música?

Namjoon riu, relaxando pela primeira vez.

— Só se você prometer que não vai rir.

— Promessa de ator.

Namjoon tirou o celular do bolso com um sorriso tímido.

— Ok, eu não esperava mostrar isso assim, mas...

Ele colocou um fone no ouvido de S/N e deu play. Os primeiros acordes suaves preencheram o silêncio do camarim, e então a voz de Namjoon começou. A letra era delicada, poética, cheia de metáforas sobre luz e calor, sobre encontrar um porto seguro em meio ao caos. Mas, ao mesmo tempo, era íntima e pessoal, como se cada palavra tivesse sido escrita apenas para S/N.

Conforme a música avançava, S/N sentiu os olhos marejarem. Ele não conseguia acreditar na profundidade do que estava ouvindo. Cada verso parecia arrancar algo dentro dele, como se Namjoon tivesse conseguido traduzir tudo o que ele sentia e nunca conseguiu dizer.

Quando a última nota tocou, S/N tirou o fone lentamente, enxugando as lágrimas que haviam caído sem que ele percebesse. Ele olhou para Namjoon, que estava visivelmente nervoso, mas com um brilho de esperança nos olhos.

— Namjoon... — S/N começou, a voz trêmula. — Essa é a coisa mais linda e sincera que alguém já fez por mim.

Namjoon abriu a boca para responder, mas antes que pudesse dizer algo, S/N se inclinou para frente e o beijou. Foi um beijo suave no início, mas logo carregado de emoção, como se S/N estivesse tentando mostrar com aquele gesto tudo o que a música havia despertado nele.

Quando finalmente se separaram, Namjoon piscou, atordoado, mas sorrindo.

— Uau... Isso foi... uau...

S/N riu, ainda com as mãos no rosto de Namjoon.

— Bom, achei que era justo. Você me deu sua música, eu precisava dar algo em troca.

Namjoon riu junto, o alívio e a felicidade transbordando.

— Eu acho que você acabou de me dar mais do que eu esperava.

Os dois ficaram ali, juntos, o mundo do lado de fora esquecendo por um momento. No camarim, apenas as batidas aceleradas de seus corações preenchiam o silêncio. O começo de uma nova história estava diante deles, e nenhum dos dois queria que aquele momento acabasse.

Meses se passaram e eles estava conseguindo manter o relacionamento por debaixo dos panos, mas depois de muitas conversas, risos e lágrimas compartilhados, Namjoon e S/N decidiram que não queriam mais esconder o que sentiam um pelo outro. Eles sabiam que enfrentariam críticas e preconceitos, mas também sabiam que o amor que tinham era verdadeiro e merecia ser celebrado. Então, em um dia comum, mas que se tornaria extraordinário para os fãs, os dois decidiram revelar ao mundo a profundidade de sua relação.

Eles postaram uma série de fotos em suas redes sociais.

A primeira mostrava os dois em um abraço apertado, rostos próximos e sorrisos radiantes. A segunda era um beijo doce, quase tímido, capturado no exato momento em que riam juntos. A terceira era mais íntima e divertida: os dois em uma banheira cheia de espuma, rindo como crianças, com S/N tentando colocar uma bolha no nariz de Namjoon.

A legenda era simples, mas cheia de significado:

S/N: "Amar você foi o papel mais fácil da minha vida." Namjoon: "E escrever sobre você foi a melhor música que já fiz."

Em minutos, as postagens explodiram. Os fãs ficaram loucos, compartilhando as fotos com mensagens de apoio e hashtags que subiram rapidamente aos Trending Topics. Claro, havia quem criticasse, mas o amor e a admiração que os dois recebiam superavam qualquer negatividade.

Namjoon ainda complementou em sua história no Instagram:

"No final, amar é um ato de coragem. Estou pronto para ser corajoso ao lado dele."

Enquanto S/N escreveu em seu Twitter:

"Já interpretei muitos papéis, mas nenhum é tão autêntico quanto ser eu mesmo ao lado de Namjoon."

Depois de assumirem o relacionamento, Namjoon e S/N se tornaram inseparáveis, e o mundo começou a perceber que eles eram a definição de "apoio mútuo". S/N, agora sempre visto com Namjoon, fazia questão de levá-lo a todos os eventos importantes de sua carreira.

Nas pré-estreias de seus filmes, Namjoon era seu acompanhante constante, andando de mãos dadas no tapete vermelho. Ele sempre usava ternos impecáveis, mas o que chamava atenção era o olhar de puro orgulho que lançava para S/N.

Durante as filmagens, Namjoon frequentemente aparecia nos sets, trazendo café para a equipe e assistindo atentamente às cenas de S/N. Ele ficava de canto, mas com um sorriso que denunciava o quanto estava encantado com o talento do namorado.

Nas premiações, era uma festa à parte. Sempre que S/N ganhava algo, Namjoon era o primeiro a aplaudir de pé, com um sorriso enorme e olhos brilhando de emoção. Durante os discursos, S/N não se esquecia de agradecer a Namjoon por ser sua maior inspiração e apoio.

Mas o papel de fã número um se invertia completamente nos shows do BTS. S/N fazia questão de estar presente em todos os concertos de Namjoon, independentemente da cidade ou do país. Ele ficava na plateia, misturado com os fãs, segurando lightsticks e gritando como qualquer ARMY apaixonado.

— EU TE AMO, NAMJOON! — S/N gritou em um show, arrancando risadas de quem estava por perto, especialmente quando Namjoon, no palco, teve que se virar e esconder o rosto para conter o riso.

Depois de um dos shows, Namjoon abraçou S/N nos bastidores, ainda suado e exausto.

— Você é terrível, sabia? Me desconcentrou total hoje.

S/N sorriu travesso.

— Ah, por favor, você amou. Além disso, sou seu maior fã.

Namjoon riu e o puxou para mais perto.

— Meu maior prêmio não são os gritos ou os troféus, é ter você ao meu lado.

As músicas de Namjoon começaram a ganhar um toque cada vez mais ousado e pessoal, e quem conhecia o casal não tinha dúvidas de quem era sua inspiração. Com batidas provocantes e letras carregadas de insinuações, suas canções passaram a contar histórias de paixão ardente, momentos íntimos e uma conexão física que transcendia palavras.

Os fãs, claro, eram rápidos em conectar os pontos. Uma das músicas descrevia a adrenalina de um encontro secreto em um lugar apertado, com janelas embaçadas, e muitos apostaram que Namjoon estava narrando a noite em que ele e S/N não conseguiram esperar até chegar em casa depois de um show.

Outra faixa fazia alusão ao jeito único como S/N sussurrava seu nome, um refrão que misturava gemidos com a batida sensual da música. Namjoon cantava com tanta intensidade que deixava o público sem fôlego, e os sorrisos cúmplices entre ele e S/N quando a música tocava ao vivo não deixavam dúvidas sobre o significado por trás dela.

E então, havia a música mais polêmica: uma balada sensual que fazia referência a "momentos roubados" durante os compromissos de S/N. Os versos falavam de encontros no camarim, corpos pressionados contra paredes enquanto o mundo esperava do lado de fora. Os fãs enlouqueceram com as referências, e o termo "CamarimGate" começou a circular no Twitter.

S/N, sempre provocador, não ajudava a diminuir os rumores.

— O que posso dizer? — brincou em uma entrevista. — Namjoon é um artista incrível, e eu sou um grande fã do trabalho dele... em todos os sentidos.

Namjoon, por sua vez, apenas ria quando questionado.

— Eu sou um contador de histórias — dizia ele, com aquele sorriso enigmático. — E algumas histórias precisam ser sentidas para serem contadas.

As músicas se tornaram sucessos absolutos, enquanto o relacionamento deles se solidificava como um dos mais icônicos e apaixonados da indústria. Para eles, a vida era um palco, e cada momento — mesmo os mais íntimos — era digno de ser celebrado.

O clima era eletrizante desde o momento em que S/N encontrou Namjoon no camarim após o show. Namjoon ainda estava com a energia pulsante do palco, os músculos tensos sob o suor da apresentação, e o olhar cheio de desejo quando viu o namorado. S/N não conseguia conter a vontade; o show inteiro havia sido uma tortura deliciosa, assistindo Namjoon dominar o palco com tanto carisma e sensualidade.

Assim que entraram no quarto do hotel, a tensão explodiu. Eles mal conseguiram fechar a porta antes que os lábios se encontrassem em um beijo faminto, mãos explorando freneticamente cada pedaço de pele. S/N praticamente arrancou a camiseta de Namjoon, os dedos correndo pelas linhas definidas de seu abdômen.

— Você sabe o que fez comigo hoje? — S/N sussurrou contra os lábios de Namjoon, a voz rouca de desejo. — Você estava tão... tão... gostoso naquele palco.

Namjoon riu baixo, o som grave e provocador.

— Ah, é? — Ele murmurou, segurando S/N pela cintura e pressionando-o contra a parede do quarto. — Então, acho que devo dar ao meu fã número um um show particular, não acha?

S/N gemeu em resposta, jogando a cabeça para trás enquanto Namjoon mordiscava seu pescoço. As roupas iam sendo descartadas pelo caminho, peça por peça, até que a cama os recebeu em meio ao caos de beijos e toques desesperados.

Namjoon, ainda embriagado pela adrenalina do show e pela presença magnética do namorado, não resistiu quando S/N tomou o controle com um sorriso malicioso nos lábios.

S/N deslizou sobre ele, cada movimento cheio de confiança. Ele arqueava o corpo, os olhos fechados enquanto sentia cada centímetro de Namjoon pulsando dentro dele, gemendo baixinho ao ajustar o ritmo para provocar ainda mais. Namjoon, deitado abaixo dele, não conseguia desviar o olhar, as mãos fortes explorando a pele macia do namorado, segurando sua cintura para guiá-lo em um ritmo que deixava os dois ofegantes.

— Você é tão... — Namjoon começou, mas a frase foi interrompida por um gemido rouco, os olhos escurecidos de prazer.

— Tão o quê? — S/N perguntou, inclinando-se para frente, os lábios quase tocando os de Namjoon. Ele acelerou o movimento, um brilho de provocação em seu olhar.

— Caralho, amor — Namjoon conseguiu responder, a voz falhando enquanto ele agarrava os quadris de S/N com mais força. — Você senta tão gostoso pra mim...

As palavras de Namjoon foram um gatilho. S/N jogou a cabeça para trás, aumentando o ritmo, os movimentos mais rápidos e intensos. O som da pele batendo ecoava no ambiente enquanto ele usava toda a força das pernas para se mover, a bunda de S/N batendo contra as coxas de Namjoon em um ritmo frenético.

Namjoon mal conseguia conter o prazer. Ele inclinou-se ligeiramente para frente, segurando ainda mais forte, guiando S/N em movimentos ainda mais profundos e intensos. Seus olhos fixos no corpo dele, assistindo cada detalhe — a forma como sua pele brilhava de suor, os lábios entreabertos, os gemidos que escapavam sem controle.

— Isso... Isso, bebê. Tão perfeito pra mim, com meu pau todinho dentro de você. — Namjoon murmurou, ofegante, as palavras carregadas de adoração e desejo. — Eu poderia ficar assim pra sempre.

S/N sorriu entre um gemido, inclinando-se para frente para capturar os lábios de Namjoon em um beijo faminto.

— Eu deixaria. Tudo por você, Joonie. Sempre.

Namjoon estava exausto, o corpo tremendo depois de gozar com as sentadas do namorado, as coxas doendo, mas o desejo não tinha diminuído nem um pouco. Ele observou S/N à sua frente, ofegante e com o corpo ainda marcado pelos toques apaixonados e seu pau pulsou ainda dentro do garoto. O simples pensamento de parar era inconcebível.

Com esforço, Namjoon se ajoelhou, suas mãos firmes segurando os quadris de S/N, que agora estava de quatro na cama, arqueando as costas de um jeito que parecia feito para provocá-lo. S/N olhou por cima do ombro, um sorriso malicioso dançando em seus lábios inchados.

— Vai desistir tão cedo, Joon? — S/N provocou, sua voz rouca e cheia de desejo.

— Nem nos seus sonhos. — Namjoon respondeu, a determinação clara no tom enquanto se posicionava atrás dele.

Mesmo com suas coxas protestando pelos movimentos anteriores, Namjoon começou a se mover, lento no início, aproveitando cada segundo da sensação de estar com S/N dessa forma. Mas a visão dele, gemendo e pressionando os quadris para trás em busca de mais, o fez perder qualquer controle restante.

Namjoon aumentou o ritmo, cada estocada mais firme e profunda, as mãos apertando os quadris de S/N para puxá-lo contra si. O som dos gemidos de S/N misturado ao som de suas peles se chocando era quase demais para ele suportar.

— Caralho, S/N — Namjoon grunhiu, inclinando-se para frente para beijar as costas de S/N, sua respiração quente contra a pele dele. — Você me deixa louco... Não consigo parar...

S/N apenas gemeu em resposta, os braços tremendo enquanto segurava nos lençóis, tentando se manter firme contra os movimentos intensos de Namjoon.

— Então não para... Me fode bem forte amor, por favor... — S/N conseguiu sussurrar, arqueando ainda mais as costas.

Namjoon segurou firme na cintura dele, ignorando a queimação em suas próprias coxas, movendo-se com ainda mais intensidade. A cama rangia sob eles, mas tudo o que importava naquele momento era a forma como eles se conectavam, os corpos em perfeita harmonia.

No silêncio abafado do quarto, o som das respirações ofegantes de S/N e Namjoon era a única coisa que preenchia o espaço. Namjoon ainda estava sobre S/N, o corpo suado e exausto, mas ao olhar para o rosto do menor — um misto de satisfação e um desejo ainda ardente — ele soube que a noite estava longe de acabar.

— Você ainda quer mais, não é? — Namjoon perguntou, com a voz rouca, um sorriso cansado mas carregado de provocação surgindo em seus lábios.

S/N mordeu o lábio inferior, os olhos brilhando enquanto envolvia as pernas ao redor da cintura de Namjoon antes de movê-las lentamente para seus ombros, oferecendo-se de maneira ainda mais intensa.

— Sempre quero mais de você, Joon — ele sussurrou, o tom baixo e carregado de provocação.

Namjoon grunhiu, a visão de S/N nessa posição, com os cabelos bagunçados, os lábios entreabertos e a expressão cheia de luxúria, era o suficiente para reacender seu desejo. Ele segurou as coxas de S/N com firmeza, posicionando-se novamente, e com um único movimento profundo, arrancou um gemido alto do namorado.

— Você é um pecado, S/N... — Namjoon murmurou enquanto começava a se mover, o ritmo já forte e intenso desde o início, como se o desejo que os consumia não pudesse esperar mais.

S/N arqueou as costas contra o colchão, cada estocada fazendo seu corpo tremer enquanto ele gemia sem qualquer pudor, as mãos agarrando os lençóis com força. Namjoon inclinou-se mais para frente, o ângulo ficando ainda mais profundo, cada movimento arrancando gemidos mais altos de S/N.

— Isso... Mais forte, Joon. Não para. — S/N implorou, as palavras saindo entre suspiros e gemidos.

Namjoon atendeu ao pedido sem hesitar, aumentando a força e a velocidade. O som dos corpos se chocando preenchia o quarto enquanto Namjoon continuava, perdido na sensação de estar completamente conectado a S/N. Ele olhou para o rosto do namorado — uma bagunça de prazer puro, os olhos semicerrados e os lábios entreabertos.

— Você é tão lindo assim — Namjoon disse, ofegante, enquanto pressionava um beijo na panturrilha de S/N antes de continuar. — Tão perfeito... Tão meu.

As palavras dele fizeram S/N gemer ainda mais alto, e quando ambos chegaram ao limite, foi ainda mais intenso do que antes. Namjoon ofegou quando finalmente se soltou dentro dele pela terceira vez naquela noite, o corpo inteiro tremendo enquanto desabava contra o peito de S/N.

Eles ficaram ali, juntos, respirando fundo enquanto os corpos ainda quentes permaneciam entrelaçados. Namjoon afastou o cabelo do rosto de S/N, observando-o com um sorriso satisfeito.

— Acho que finalmente conseguimos satisfazer você, não é? — ele provocou, rindo baixinho.

S/N riu, puxando Namjoon para um beijo lento e carinhoso.

— Por enquanto... — ele respondeu, os olhos brilhando de travessura.

— Você vai me matar, S/N — Namjoon murmurou, um sorriso cansado mas satisfeito nos lábios.

S/N riu baixinho, virando-se para puxá-lo para um beijo lento e cheio de carinho.

— Mas que jeito gostoso de morrer, não acha?

Namjoon não conseguia tirar a noite de sua cabeça. A intensidade de cada toque, os gemidos que S/N fazia, e a forma como eles se conectavam tão perfeitamente o inspiraram como nunca antes. Sentado em seu estúdio, ele transformou cada sensação, cada lembrança vívida daquela noite, em letras que fluíam sem esforço, como se estivessem esperando para ser escritas.

A faixa intitulada "Four Walls", foi uma das mais explícitas e intensas do álbum, carregando uma batida grave e pulsante que ecoava o ritmo descrito na letra. Namjoon mergulhou fundo na experiência daquela noite, descrevendo a sensação de dominar S/N, com as mãos firmes em sua cintura e os sons abafados que preenchiam o quarto. A música era um hino cru e visceral, misturando desejo e paixão.

"Quatro paredes guardando nosso segredo,

Seus gemidos ecoando, quebrando o silêncio,

A cada impulso, você me chama,

A cada estocada, seu corpo treme."

Os fãs ficaram perplexos com a ousadia da letra, mas a entrega sincera de Namjoon fez com que a música se tornasse um sucesso instantâneo. O uso de metáforas para descrever os momentos íntimos tornou a música tanto uma obra de arte quanto uma confissão.

"Take Me High", a faixa seguinte, era igualmente ousada, mas trazia uma energia mais acelerada e caótica, representando a intensidade e a insaciabilidade de S/N naquela noite. Namjoon descreveu como a conexão entre eles transcendeu o físico, elevando ambos a um estado quase eufórico.

"Você sobe e desce, me leva a lugares

Onde o desejo encontra o êxtase.

Perco o ar, perco o controle,

Mas, caramba, como você me mantém são."

"Good Boy", no entanto, era mais ousada, mais explícita, com batidas pulsantes que imitavam o ritmo daquela noite frenética. Namjoon descrevia como S/N o fazia perder o controle, como sua entrega era irresistível e perfeita. A linha principal do refrão era um soco direto ao coração — e aos sentidos:

"Como eu poderia querer qualquer outra coisa

Quando meu bom garoto me cavalga tão bem?

Profundo, lento, rápido — de qualquer jeito, você é meu."

Os fãs ficaram em choque e êxtase quando o álbum foi lançado. As letras evocativas deixaram claro que Namjoon havia vivido algo extraordinário, algo que ele não tinha medo de explorar publicamente.

S/N, claro, sabia que as músicas eram sobre ele. Ele ouvia as faixas em um looping constante, rindo entre os lábios enquanto sentia o calor subir pelas bochechas. O jeito como Namjoon capturou não apenas os momentos físicos, mas também a conexão emocional, era uma prova do quanto ele o conhecia — e o amava.

Na próxima entrevista, quando Namjoon foi questionado sobre as inspirações para as músicas, ele apenas sorriu, um pouco envergonhado, mas incrivelmente satisfeito.

— A inspiração veio de alguém muito especial. Tudo o que posso dizer é que, quando você encontra alguém que transforma cada momento em arte, você sabe que encontrou a pessoa certa.

S/N assistiu à entrevista nos bastidores e não pôde deixar de se aproximar dele depois, sussurrando ao ouvido:

— Acho que o bom garoto merece uma recompensa depois dessas declarações, não acha?

Namjoon riu baixinho, puxando-o pela cintura.

— Sempre.

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drabble request: an update for hah balla?? could be whatever you please, but some ideas i had were him actually cutting his hair, visiting her on leave, or you could even jump way in the future and show him getting out? 🥰

Here is the final part of this Tae mini-series!

Taehyung x Reader - Hah Balla Part 3: Bah Halla-lujah

Synopsis: Taehyung and you are supposed to see each other after his discharge from the army.

Word Count: approx. 2.3k words

Enjoy @wintaerbaer <3

“I’m nervous.”

“Why are you nervous?”

You turned to the man at your left, Seokjin, who was sipping water. He had been discharged from the military shortly after Taehyung and Jimin’s enlistment and, therefore, has been the one with whom you had spent most of your time. “I haven’t seen him since his last leave. That feels so long ago.”

“It was like two months ago.” Another voice at your right said, and you turned to see Hoseok gently loop your arms together, patting your arm reassuringly. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, allowing his comforting gesture to do just that.

“Well, for two codependent people like them, it seems fitting that they can’t go two months without being about each other,” Yoongi smirked a bit when you shot an unamused look in his face, raising his hands to claim he was done with his teasing for now.

However, Seokjin just kept pestering you. “I’m surprised you didn’t Mulan yourself and enlist.”

Hoseok laughed, and you immediately yanked your arm from his grasp, crossing it over your chest instead.

The four of you were waiting at a restaurant, one of Taehyung’s favorites, a ramen shop right in the heart of Seoul that you would all frequent often in some combination of friends. It was the best spot for afternoon drinks after a long day of work, and the last location where the both of you had drinks right before Taehyung’s enlistment. He had gotten discharged earlier that morning from his active duty, eighteen long months of seeing each other only through short leaves and communicating through letters. It was hard, but the two of you made it work for the fact that you had no other choice. You and Taehyung were not far from each other much in the history of your friendship.

But that was then, and this is now. You were sitting beside Hoseok as he skimmed over the ramen add-ons and watched as Seokjin poured the three of you a shot. All you were waiting for was Taehyung to enter the front door and-.

“Taehyung’s not coming.”

Your eyes shot up at Seokjin as he set his phone down, a pout on his face.

“Why?” You had to actively try to keep your voice from shaking. Hoseok had also looked up from his menu, which he had raised to cover his nose and lips. Yoongi was leaning over to the oldest man’s phone to get a look.

“He said something came up and his grandparents came to Seoul earlier than expected. So, he asked if we can move the dinner to the end of the week instead.” Seokjin turned his phone towards you and Hoseok, both of you leaning in to read the message.

Taehyung (sent now): Tell everyone I’m so sorry. My grandparents were supposed to come tomorrow. I’ll pay for dinner, okay?

“Oh no…” Hoseok sighed. “That stinks. I was looking forward to seeing him.”

Your eyes were glued to the cellphone message, skimming the same few words over and over again. You were hoping eventually, with enough manifesting and eye strain on the screen, another text would pop up from Taehyung saying he was on his way and he made it work. Two seconds…three seconds…four seconds…

No reply.

Seokjin finally pulled the phone back, typing a quick response and setting his phone into his back pocket. “I’m sure we can see him before the end of the week, don’t look so upset.”

“It’s just last minute.” You sighed. “I already wanted to go see him get out, and I couldn’t, and now we-.” You reached forward and took the bottle Seokjin was using to pour, using it to top you shot glass. The boys watched you throw the entire thing back, face scrunching up as the alcohol burned along your throat and mixed with the disappointment settling in your gut.

“It’s only a little longer,” Hoseok assured. You turned to him as he pointed out a few options on the menu, hoping it would distract you through the meal. From the corner of your eye, you saw Seokjin already refilling your glass.

Even though you’d already waited long for this to come, it wouldn’t make the next few hours any less tolerable.

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“Maybe you should uh…stop drinking so much.” The concerned tone in Hoseok’s voice made you turn towards him. He was smiling, but you could smell the concern on his voice in the same way he could smell the alcohol on your lips. You had been turning your head to the door at the sound of every welcome bell, but felt the same disappointment each time the owners shouted a bellowing ‘hello’ to someone without a familiar boxy smile or stunning dark brown curls (fuck, he has a buzz cut now so he wouldn’t even have curls anymore!).

“I’m fine.” You assured, turning your head from another unsuccessful glance to the door. You had also been punctuating your disappointment with another shot. Hoseok reached out and took the shot glass from your hand, a half-eaten ramen bowl pushed in your direction instead.

“Enough. Or you’ll make a fool of yourself.” Yoongi said in support of Hoseok’s attempts to get you to stop throwing back shots.

“Again.” Seokjin snorted but earned a glazy-eyed glare from you.

When your mind was pulled back to the drunken stupor Taehyung has never let you forget, even now, and you sighed. “Alllright.” Chopsticks in hand, you slurped up another bite of your ramen, then reached across the table for some of the extra sides they had set out for you guys. You four had already been there about an hour since Taehyung flaked; your alcohol intake was much too high already. Another mouthful of ramen, and you could feel your body screaming to go home. You wanted to curl up under your covers, in the dark of your room, and not come out until the headache you knew was right around the corner was long gone. You heard the bell at the front of the store ring through the small ramen shop, and you groaned, resting your head on Hoseok’s shoulder. Enough disappointment for one evening. It was enough. “Hobi, my head hurts.” You murmured.

“You’re already drunk.” Hoseok sighed, stroking your hair affectionately. You looked up at him and saw his gaze snap up to Seokjin. When you followed the gaze, Seokjin was only smiling in amusement from the other side of the table, cheeks puffed out with food stored inside. “Why don’t we take a few minutes to sober up and-.”

“Oh shit, is this the sequel to Hah Balla?” The sudden deep voice that hit the back of your head made you flinch in sheer surprise. You lifted your head, studying the grin growing on Seokjin’s face. Then, you turned to Hoseok, who had covered his mouth with his hand. It was not enough to hide the growing grin on his face.

Turning your head, a familiar boxy grin and buzz-cut – wait, it’s grown out a bit in the last two months – staring down at you. Head tilted back, you blinked up a few times and wondered if you had just gotten so drunk in such a short period you had started to hallucinate. However, when a familiar hand reached down and poked your forehead, a familiar tingling sensation coursing your body, you knew it was the real deal.

“Hey.” He grinned.

“Taehyung!” You shot up like a bullet, the effects of being a bit drunk making you sway a bit. Taehyung reached out and steadied you, but that only gave you more leverage. You grabbed his arms and tugged him into a tight hug. “What the hell!? I thought you weren’t able to come tonight anymore!”

“I lied.” He grinned. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“What?!” Your head shot towards the three boys grinning at the table. “You punks!”

“It wasn’t our idea!” Hoseok gasped.

“It was Hoseok’s idea,” Yoongi said behind his drink.

“Taehyung said he’d pay for dinner if we helped.” Seokjin pointed to the food around him.

“And you took advantage, hyung.” Taehyung frowned, already picturing the large bill that was waiting for him. His emptying wallet only distracted him for so long, however, as you gripped his arms again and he turned his attention back to you. Your pink cheeks and beaming smile immediately made him grin again. “You look so drunk.” He mused.

“I am.”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t show?”

“You took a whole hour to surprise me?” You huffed.

He mimicked your huff with a more dramatic one. “It’s only been forty-five minutes.” His hands were resting on your arms, squeezing you as if he also needed to check to make sure it was really you in his arms. The warmth of his hands felt so familiar and comforting, you couldn’t help but pull him into another hug.

“Aahh, I hate you.” You slurred a bit, and Taehyung laughed again, hugging you back. “Let’s sit and get you something to drink!” You gasped. “Let’s all do a shot!”

“No! You’re so drunk already!” Hoseok called out.

“No, let’s drink!” You begged. “Taehyung just got discharged from the army and he needs to drink.” The man laughed at how dramatic and over the top you were being, finally managing to sit you back down as Seokjin called for the owner to bring another menu and a few more bottles of alcohol, well aware of the chaos it could bring.

The owner gave the table a few side dishes and a bottle of alcohol for free to celebrate Taehyung’s discharge, and you were now the one to pour. Taehyung lifted his up, already grinning devilishly. You may be drunk, but you knew exactly what he was thinking.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“That’s me.” He grinned, unphased. “I’m going to say it.”

“Please don’t.”

“I told my entire squad about it.”

“I knew you would.” You pouted. Taehyung grinned. “Fine, fine. Hopefully I’m drunk enough that I'll forget."

Taehyung took a deep breath before shouting. "HAH BALLA!” And alerting the attention of the other patrons nearby. You laughed into your hand, covering your burning cheeks as Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin repeated the cheer just as loud. You sighed, raising your own shot glass up.

“Hah balla.” You mumbled being your laughter, and the group of you threw back a shot. The burning sensation had long since disappeared, and you simply reached for a bite of kimchi. Taehyung leaned closer to you, grinning.

“I won’t ever let you forget.” He hummed softly. When you turned to face him, you noticed how close together you were, and you blinked up at him.

“You’re cruel.” A smirk formed on your face, and his soon followed.

“Ah, no kissing at the table.” Seokjin immediately cooed, stuffing a bite of rice into his mouth and looking away when Taehyung shot him a glare.

“No, let them do it. It’s about time.” Yoongi nudged Seokjin, who only laughed so hard behind his hand he coughed on the rice.

“That’s what you get.” Taehyung hissed, nose scrunched up in annoyance as he watched the oldest at the table down water to keep himself alive. Taehyung pulled back, setting some distance once again as you all continued to eat and drink. Maybe it was because you were drunk, or happy to see Taehyung again, but you simply scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. He looked over at you and smiled in amusement, patting your head.

“What did I tell you?” Yoongi motioned to the sight before him. “Codependent.”

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That night, Yoongi pushed Seokjin and Hoseok into a cab, the three hugging Taehyung and you off with the promise to get together again soon. Hopefully, their schedules would line up. You watched the cab drive off, and put a hand to your head.

“I feel like I’m swimming.”

“Well, you drank a lot.” Taehyung hummed.

“So did you!” You pointed to his cheeks.

“I was celebrating, I’m allowed.” He snorted, putting his hands in the pockets of his beige slacks. You looked him up and down, taking in the sight of him outside of a military uniform that you had seen on him so often it felt as if it were stuck to him like an old paper dress-up doll.

You reached forward and looped your arm through his, tugging at the dark grey sleeve of his shirt. “I’m happy you’re back.” He looked down at you and smiled, warm despite the night air being a bit chilly.

“I am too.” He said. “It was hard getting through the last two months without teasing you. My friends in the squad only let me talk about you so much.”

A laughed, and the both of you began walking down the street. “You talked about me?”

“All the time.” He admitted. “I mean, let’s face it, every memory worth talking about has you in it, so of course your name would come up all the time.” The fondness in his voice made your already flustered cheeks heat up even more, and you nodded, resting the side of your head on his arm as you walked. “You must have talked about me, too.”

“Eh, not really.” You hummed, and Taehyung stopped walking, yanking you to stop as well. You looked up at him and smiled. “Kidding~.”

“Alright, rude.” He pouted, finally continuing to walk as you laughed a bit. “I’m taking you home and I won’t even hold your hair when you inevitably vomit.”

“I’m not that drunk anymore, I sobered up.” Despite your reassurance, the heightened slurring of your words didn’t convince Taehyung, and he only grinned his boxy, lop-sided grin once again.

As the two of you continued to walk in silence for the next little while, you glanced back up at him and smiled. “You can stay if you want.”

He glanced down. “…At your house?” You nodded. “Alright, if you insist. I’ll take the couch.” You nodded, eyes looking down at your arm wrapped around his. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your hand down and pressed the back of your knuckles against his. Taehyung looked down, studying what you were trying to do. Without giving you another glance, he simply turned his hand, opening up his fingers and allowing yours to intertwine with his.

“I’m happy you’re home, Taehyung.” You breathed, eyes locked on the warm hand enveloping yours.

“I know…” Taehyung’s voice was soft. “You said that already.”

You nodded, squeezing the hand that felt as if it belonged in yours. “I know…” you said softly. “I just wanted to say it again.”

Taehyung nodded, his head tilting a bit to rest on top of yours as you both continued to walk.

“I am, too….” He said.

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𝕮𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝕬𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓

Namjoon played with your heart and subsequently broke it. He's done toying with you but what happens when he realizes he wants more from you than he originally thought?

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Namjoon x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 3,211

Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Fear, Choking, Mention of Necrophilia

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

A/N: After being requested here's an alternate ending to Covetous! When Namjoon decides you're just too good to pass up.

He doesn't know when this started to happen. You were fun to play with but that was it. You were a toy he could really give two shits about but for some reason when he sees you kissing his brother it sparks something within him.

It starts off with curiosity. He knows you don't actually love Hoseok. You were just toying with him the way he did to you. It's so obvious to him but Hoseok is so in love with you that he couldn't see it.

Namjoon tells Seokjin that he suspected that you were lying and he gave his reasons why. He told his older brother everything. Well, almost everything. He didn't tell him how on multiple occasions he'd been knuckles deep inside of you pulling from you the sweetest sounds he's ever heard. But he does mention how you fell for him all because he was nice to you. It leaves the man flabbergasted and because of Namjoon's constant lying it took the eldest a minute to believe him.

Namjoon is known for lying. It's what he's best at but when he showed concern for Hoseok's feelings Seokjin couldn't help but to believe him when he said you were lying yourself. Now that he had one brother on his side that meant when he told Hoseok about your lies and you wanting to escape he'll believe you. Or better yet he tried but you had Hoseok too wrapped around your finger.

He doesn't know what pisses him off more that Hoseok didn't believe him or because you no longer were entertaining him but his brother. When he had you you were nothing to him but now that he doesn't anymore you're the first thing to come to mind when he starts his day.

To be honest he's upset you managed to reign him in. Nothing regarding love was supposed to happen between you two. He remembers how hard he laughed when you told him you loved him. He got a good laugh out of it. When you left his room he decided that what he had with you was a good run but it's over now. He'll mess with you from time to time because seeing that heart wrenching look you'd throw his way was funny but now he's laughing no longer.

When he saw the way you leaned in to kiss Hoseok on Jimin's birthday it lit something inside of him. He was interested at first when you and Hoseok would hole yourselves up in his room doing gods know what. When he realized you were "succumbing" to his brother - Seokjin's words not his - he realized having you around wasn't so bad. But that damned kiss you gave Hoseok in front of him had him hollowing his cheeks and jutting his chin out in annoyance.

Gods you really piss him off.

He wishes things were different. That he wouldn't have these feelings but alas he does and he's come to realize that he actually wants you and not in the way he did before.

When you left Hoseok was devastated. Namjoon was upset that you would leave but he doesn't know if he's upset because you broke his brother's heart or because you left without him being able to take you as his again. Maybe it's both.

It's been a year since you've been gone and Hoseok is still a mess. He lies in his bed crying out for you and waits for a word to come in from the private investigator he's hired.

He chose well because this investigator has never not found anyone he's sent to search for but Namjoon has a little secret. He made a deal with the man that comes with a hefty amount of cash. The deal is that whatever he finds he needs to run it by Namjoon first and if he finds you don't tell Hoseok.

The investigator was confused at first but money talks and so he kept his promise.

After searching for so long he's come to find out you live about eight hours away from him. Near Hoseok's ex Minjeong of course. It was her who took you under her wing and helped you escape. How she did it he's not sure but you're there and you have a full time job now. The last time the investigator saw you you were leaving the rehab center you were taken to after your escape and he's come to learn that you're clean now. He doesn't know how much you struggled to get better but you did and it honestly makes him smile. Not because he's happy for you but because it's going to make breaking you so much fun.

He's currently snooping around your apartment. It smells just like you and he finds that he likes it. You don't have any pictures up and your furniture is bland. He doesn't know if it's because you have zero taste or because you don't plan on leaving a mark. That's good enough for him because he has plans for you that don't require whatever it is you have going on here.

Time gets later and later until the sky begins to dim. By now you should have been home and Namjoon finds himself checking his phone to see the time.

He huffs in annoyance. You're late.

Based on what the investigator said you should be home by 5 PM and it's 7. He wonders what's taking you so long. Are you perhaps with Minjeong? He was told you two actually spend some quality time together. Are you working overtime or are you perhaps with someone else? He hasn't been told that you're seeing anyone romantically or so it's believed. You don't have a lot of friends so despite knowing you're probably not but the idea of you spending your time with someone that isn't him? He has to admit that doesn't sit right in his stomach.

He doesn't own you but he thinks he likes the idea of that. Much more than he originally thought he would.

You were once his brother's but thinking about you and Hoseok right now is actually pissing him off so if you know what's good for you you better be home in the next few minutes.

When he thinks you're going to be later than you already are he hears the front door beep as you put the code in.

He's sat on your dining room chair waiting. From this angle you won't be able to see him. You'd have to come around the corner towards the kitchen that is separated by a wall that's waist height.

He can hear the rustling of bags and how you sigh deeply. From the smell of it he thinks you brought groceries and it would explain why you were late.

The door closes behind you as you make your way over to the kitchen. Your eyes are facing down as you shuffle your way over. You look cute as you waddle over in your house slippers. He can't believe how absolutely clueless you are though and he decides to say something so that you can finally acknowledge his presence.

"Took you long enough."

The gasp you take is loud as you drop your grocery bags in a fright. Your eyes are wide as you back up with a hand to your chest. It makes him smile.

He stands to his full height and shoves his hands into the pockets of his loose pants. When he tries to take a step closer to you you take two steps back.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Your question makes him chuckle.

"It's been a while, princess."

You're visibly shaking with your eyes growing glossy with unshed tears. He watches as you back up against the wall of your living room and it just makes his smile grow wider.

"Namjoon," you cry. "What are you doing here?"

He hums as he steps closer your way. "Am I not allowed to see my favorite girl?"

Your face morphs into one of disgust but the fear is still evident in your expression. "Please. Please don't take me back."

He grows closer to you until he's directly in front of you nearly chest to chest.

If the wall could swallow you from how hard you press into it he thinks it would and he has to admit seeing you so frightened really is doing something for him. Something good.

His hand comes up to caress your cheek to which you flinch. It makes him chuckle.

"Who says I'm taking you back, princess?"

Your brows furrow as confusion becomes evident in your features.

"T-Then why are you here?"

He breathes out deeply as he brings his face closer to yours where he runs his lips across your forehead. He can hear the way your heart rate skyrockets and feel the way you tremble beneath his touch.

He expected your response to seeing him again would be less than pleasant but he has to admit that he's enjoying it. What can he say? His princess is quite entertaining.

You jerk your head back when you feel his lips on your skin and bang the back of it against the wall. You wince from the sudden pain. Namjoon seems to notice because he gives a low chuckle as he pulls back a little so he can stare directly into your face.

"It's been so long since I've last seen you. Since I last smelled you. I wonder if you still taste the same." A smile overtakes his lips.

With a courageous front he's never seen from you before you push back against his chest. He barely budges but you made your point.

"Aw," he says. "Aren't you happy to see me, princess?"

"Fuck you, Namjoon," you cry out.

"Isn't that what you wanted? For me to fuck you?" His smile grows wider. "You know as lovers do? We were pretty close to that weren't we? But we had some issues and my brother got to see sides of you that I didn't." He looks up towards the ceiling as a thought strikes him. "I still remember when I nearly cockblocked my brother who was doing something filthy with you. Do you remember?" He grabs your face between his thumb and fingers forcing your lips to pucker up. "It had something to do with these lips. Tell me are you any good at giving head in the way you were with those pretty hands of yours?"

There's a tear that's been threatening to spill from your right eye. It clung to your lashes like a lifeline until it couldn't anymore and fell down in a streak of anguish and, does he detect, embarrassment?

"Don't get so shy on me now, princess. It is what it is." He shrugs. "Knowing then what I know now maybe I should've just knocked the damn door down and taken you for myself."

You look utterly confused and try to speak between two squished cheeks. "What are you going on about?"

Namjoon huffs a laugh. "I mean baby girl that you just had to mean something to me." He suddenly grows serious and it unnerves you. Squeezing your face tighter with his nails digging in he grits out "You just had to make me fall for you."

When the realization hits it hits you hard because you release a shaky breath with a shake of your head in disbelief.

"No," you say. "You didn't want me. I was nothing to you."

"And you're right. You weren't shit to me but it seems after some time passed things changed. After seeing you kiss my brother and fucking mean it it set something off in me. I hated it. I hated you and I hated my brother for getting to have you in ways I could only dream of." He smiles. "People change is what I'm saying, princess. I changed and now I want you."

Nothing is making sense to you so you continue to shake your head no. "Hoseok wouldn't allow it."

Namjoon snarls. "I don't give a fuck what my brother wants. You're mine now."

"And why would I ever pick you?" Heat is seethed between your teeth.

"Who says you had a choice?"

There's a moment of silence as he stares at you. You stare back confidently but only because you can hardly see him through all the tears that are waiting to be shed. Through that confidence you bite back.

"Hoseok would kill you if you touch me."

His hand leaves your face and grips your neck tightly but not enough to block your airways.

"And I'll kill you if he tries to touch me and I'll turn you into my little cock sleeve just like Jimin does."

Your eyes widen and it feels Iike there's too much air in your chest from when you gasped. Your knees are threatening to give out but don't worry Namjoon thinks. You have him.

You shake your head despite how scared you feel. "No. You're a liar. You'll never do that."

To this Namjoon laughs out loud. Like what you told him was a hilarious joke. Maybe it has to do with the fact that he is a liar. Always has been and always will be, but you're right. He'll never do that to you.

His thumb smooths over your neck as he sobers up.

You look beautiful. Maybe it's because it's been a long time since he last saw you. He's not sure but what he does know is that now that he has you he won't give you up so easily.

His thumb continues to rub softly against your neck. You're still trembling and it's probably because he still has a good hold on you. Your eyes shift from his face to around him like you're looking for something to defend yourself with.

"Don't think about it," he warns.

But you do and it's with a sudden movement do you bend your knee fast and hard into his groin. Namjoon doubles over with his hold on your neck loosening. You go around him and run to your door. You're about to open it and scream but a hand wraps over your mouth and drags you backwards until you trip and land flat on your back. Namjoon comes tumbling after when you grab his shirt when he whirls you around and lands on top of your lap. His hand is still on your mouth and it covers the screaming cries you let loose.

Your hands do a poor job at hitting him hard and despite how annoyed he is with you right now he can't help but to huff a laugh.

"You're a lot more spicier than I remember." He straddles you and stiffens when you land a good slap across his face. With his other hand he grabs your two and slams them on the floor up above your head. "Don't piss me off," he grits out.

Tears fall freely from your eyes as your muffled cries ring out in the air. You try to say something but he can't hear you over his hand.

"What's that," he asks.

It's almost like he's playing around with you because he smirks.

You try and speak again but this time he removes his hand from you and lets you talk.

"You're a piece of shit," you cry.

Namjoon grabs his chest. "You wound me, princess." He begins to laugh and it reminds you of the day when he broke your heart. "Now." He sits up straighter. "What you just did? Don't do that shit again. Otherwise I'll have to break your legs. Do you want that?"

It takes you a second as your bottom lip trembles.

"Y/N," he calls to you sternly.

Slowly you begin to shake your head no.

"Good."

All that's heard are your sniffles as you try and reign in your loud crying.

Honestly he doesn't like seeing you cry. Fear is one thing but the way your face scrunches up so pitifully turns him off.

You hiccup a little and mumble something he doesn't quite catch.

"Come again?" He leans a little towards you.

You hiccup again and frown as you speak a little louder. "You're worse than Hoseok."

Namjoon grits his teeth as a fire begins to roar within him. This time when he grabs your neck he squeezes tight and it makes you gasp in air that can't reach your lungs.

"Say Hoseok's name one more time. I dare you." He's finally come to realize that he hates the way his brother's name falls from your lips. "I told you you're mine."

Your hands come up and claw at his one. You keep trying to gasp for air but it doesn't come. When you think you're about to pass out he releases you and finally those gasps of air are fruitful.

You cough a few times as your chest rises and falls dramatically. You're back to shaking like a leaf making Namjoon sigh.

"Come on," he says as he stands up and reaches a hand out. "Let's go."

You're hesitant to take his hand before deciding to stand up on your own. You take a few steps back that makes him arch a brow.

"Go where?" Your voice is a little hoarse.

He drops his hand to his side before he decides holding your hand is the better option. He snatches it and you try to tug away but ultimately stop when you realize he won't let go.

"We're going home," he says lowly.

He sees the way panic begins to take over your face and it makes him smile.

"You said you weren't going to take me back."

"And I meant that," he chuckles. "We're going to a new place I got. Just for us."

"What?"

You look surprised. He can't help but to laugh. You're too cute for your own good.

He turns and drags you along with him towards the front door. This time instead of going to it you plant your feet hard towards the ground but your slippers make you slide forward.

"Namjoon," you cry out. "Namjoon wait!"

He stops to hear you out but when you say nothing he tugs you forward again.

As he goes to open the door he brings you in close and mutters "Make a sound and I'll kill anyone who comes to your aid. Understood?"

Your brows draw together but he sees the realization behind your eyes. He sees that you come to the conclusion that you have no other choice. And so slowly you begin to move along with him and leave your apartment.

"You're going to love the new place," he says with a smile as you walk towards the elevators. "It's just going to be me and you so you won't have to worry about anyone prying into our business."

When he looks down at you he sees the way fresh tears fall from your eyes.

"None of that anymore." He wipes your face before the doors to the elevator open. "From here on out things are going to be different. It's probably going to take you a while to adjust but you'll see. Everything is going to be alright."

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