#namjoonimagines

[huysmut]

1. plus forte

2. the interpretation of dreams

3. dripping wet

[minniesugakookies]

BTS reaction to their GF dyeing their hair an awful colour or getting an ugly haircut

Request: Can I request a Bts reaction to their girlfriend dying her hair an awful color or doing an ugly haircut and panicking/crying (sorry for my English, but I think I make sense, I can't think straight bc I just died my hair and destroyed everything doing it 😔)

Masterlist ♥︎

Ask/Request ☾

A/n: Okay I know I said im on a hiatus until after my fianls but like i finished most of the work already so 😂 I dont have to do much so im off my hiatus now lol i couldn’t stay away

Jin ↠ “Oh my goodness..” would be the first thing he would say when you walked through the door. You wouldn’t have a smile on your face, just pure regret. You were trying to surprise him by dying your hair blonde like his (let’s pretend that his hair is blonde.) but it ended up turning a gross yellow colour from bleaching it. He would reassure you that it wasn’t bad and that he loved that you tried. 

Yoongi ↠ Yoongi would understand, he felt that some of the hair styles bighit had given him were pretty terrible so he would understand why you were so upset. In other words, he’d be a total sweetheart about it.

“Babe, it’ll wash out eventually. We can always get it re-done.”

 Hoseok ↠ Hoseok would be like Yoongi. He would try to confront you and say that it wasn’t bad and it actually suited you. He would probably be a little disappointed in the hairdresser that they had messed up your haircut, but he would just forget about and deal with it later. You were his first priority right now. 

Namjoon ↠ Namjoon would act like Yoongi. He knew what it was like to have a terrible haircut and he would tell you about some of them, hoping they would make you feel better. Once you started laughing hysterically he would crack a smile, but it soon deflated when you started basically roasting him on his terrible haircuts.  

“Remember when you looked like a makeup brush!” sorry not sorry luv you namjoon

Jimin ↠ Jimin would be an angel about it and tell you it was alright and that you were always beautiful. He might laugh at first, but not you, just at the situation you guys were in. Just like hoseok, he would be angry at the hairdresser and how they couldn’t even trim your hair right, instead, it came out choppy, one side longer than the other. He would probably even take you back there and ask demand for a refund. 

Taehyung ↠ Taehyung would laugh it a s s off. At first, you would start to feel tears well up in your eyes but after a couple seconds of him laughing, you would join in and laugh at how you looked. Letting all the worry fade when hearing his beautiful laugh.

“Jagi, I’m sorry but this is just too funny.”  

Jungkook ↠ He would try and hold in his laughter because he’s just a dick like that, but once he got over the fact that you just basically ruined your hair (why he would find that funny is beyond me) he would turn into a soft gentleman, like he is, and give you endless compliments. If you didn’t believe him so would apologize so many times you would have to accept him, only to make him shut up.

[wocfics]

Step By Step

Part 2

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

KNJ x Poc Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT towards the end. Daddy kink. Lactation. Squirting.

Any bold words are Korean

Word Count: 7.7k+

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or are you just going to ignore me?” You had just walked through the door, the car ride home was silent and Namjoon barely looked at you the entire car ride. Was he mad at you? You know you did nothing wrong but be friendly. Taking off your heels, you left them by the front door and sighed at the feeling of the flat surface under your feet again. Once again, he said nothing, just taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes, leaving you to go into the kitchen and get himself a cup of water. 

You weren’t going to play this game with him, not at this hour. Rolling your eyes, you walked down the hall into the bedroom you were now sharing with Namjoon since moving your stuff out of the old one. Slipping off your jewelry and placing them in their rightful place, you moved to put your hair up and paused when you heard his footsteps getting closer to the room. Turning around, you placed your hands on your hips and shifted your weight onto your right leg. “If you’re going to ignore me the entire night then I’ll just sleep on the couch.” Moving to the closet to grab a pair of pajamas, the sigh you heard come from behind you made you turn around once again. 

His jaw visibly clenching and relaxing, he placed the bottle of water on the nightstand and shoved his hands into his dress pant pockets. “I know that we started off rough, and I like to think that we’re getting along fine but...you’re still my wife. It would be very appreciated if you didn’t openly flirt with my friend in front of me.” Was he being for real? You raised an eyebrow at him, drawing them together in confusion and blinking a few times. “I’m sorry, what? Flirting? I wasn’t flirting with him, I was being nice-” “You were still holding his hand and smiling. I was watching you, Y/N.” His voice was calm but the look on his face showed annoyance. 

“Seriously? So this is my fault then is what you’re saying? He held my hand, so what-” “And he kissed it and you let him.” He added in and you took a deep breath, shaking your head and walking into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Closing the door behind you, you got set to washing your face and brushing your teeth. Was he really jealous over someone kissing your hand? Wasn’t he and Jackson best friends? Why did it bother him so much when he didn’t even want to be bothered with you in the beginning? The more you thought about the angrier you got. Staring in the mirror you squinted at your reflection, seeing something form on your dress. 

“Shit.” you cursed. You forgot to pump your breast milk before you left and now it was leaking. As if it could get any worse, you went to unzip the back of the dress, feeling the zipper get stuck. Covering your chest with one arm, you opened the bathroom door, seeing Namjoon already changed into a pair of pajama pants, bare chest and sitting on the edge of the bed playing with his phone. He glanced up when he heard you walk out and noticed you covering yourself. You said nothing as you walked over to him and turned around. “Can you unzip me please? It’s stuck and I’m leaking breast milk.” Why was this embarrassing? He’d seen you breastfeed before, of course with a blanket over you but still, he knew this happened a lot. 

Feeling him fumble with the zipper a few times, you heard a tear and gasped. “Aish...uh...sorry.” He mumbled. “Wow, are you really that mad at me that you have to rip my dress too?” You turned around quickly, seeing him fold his hands together. “Of course not, it was stuck, it’s not my fault the zipper was faulty.” He gestured towards your dress. “Thanks anyway.” You said quietly and walked back into the bathroom. Quickly peeling off the dress, you pulled on your pajama shorts and left the shirt unbuttoned that you pulled on, keeping the bra you had on and picking up your dress from the bathroom floor and taking it out into the room. Rummaging through the drawers of the dresser, you grabbed another bra and walked past Namjoon. 

You entered the baby’s room, taking off your shirt and bra and plugging up the breast pump before sitting down and putting it together before attaching the cups to both breasts and turning it on. Making sure both bottles were filled half way, you removed them and slipped on the new bra, grabbing what you needed and walked out and into the kitchen area. After checking the test strips for the milk, you dumped them and buttoned up your shirt. 

“I just got off the phone with my mom, she’ll bring YoungMi tomorrow afternoon.” Jumping slightly, you turned to look at him and nodded. “Okay, I’ll be okay by then. She’s okay though right? Sleeping and eating okay?” You asked. You always did when she wasn’t with you. You were still so used to it just being you and YoungMi that when someone else had her, you went into protection mode, wanting to know every single detail. Namjoon nodded, sitting at the island. “She’s fine, she ate, my sister gave her a bath and made sure she went to sleep on time. She’s in good hands.” 

Nodding your head, you chewed on your lower lip before leaning against the counter, watching him. “I’m sorry, if I was flirting with Jackson. It wasn’t intentional and I wasn’t trying to make you jealous.” An apology had to be made, especially if you wanted this marriage thing to work, and for the sake of your daughter. You could see his face light up a little, his hand coming up to run through his hair. “I’m sorry, for blaming just you. I want this to work, Y/N, I do but I don’t get jealous.” He shook his head. “You were just a little bit. I could tell, I don’t know why, tonight was the most you’ve ever touched me anyways.” With that, you walked past him, only for him to grab your wrist. 

He stood up, towering over you and stared down at you, lacing your fingers together. You looked back up at him, pushing up onto your toes to capture his lips. Your arms went around his neck as he snaked around your waist. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth when he pressed his tongue past your lips. It had been so long since you even kissed him, your lips moving together effortlessly, your tongues fighting for dominance. Feeling his hands slide under your thighs and pick you up, your legs tightened around him, tugging on his bottom lip as he quickly carried you into the bedroom and dropped you onto the bed. He stared down at you, his eyes scanning over your brown skin until he climbed on top of you and kissed you again. 

The kiss became more rushed, turning over so you were on top of him, your legs on either side of his body as he quickly removed your button up pajama shirt and massaged your breast through your bra. You moaned into his mouth, feeling him pinch your nippes through the fabric, which made you press your hips down and grind against him. Your lips moved down his neck, kissing and sucking the skin there until you heard a repeated buzzing sound followed by a ringtone ring through the room. “Don’t answer it.” You whispered as he reached for it and looked at who was calling. “It’s my mom.” He mumbled against your lips while you kissed him repeatedly before pausing and looking at the phone. Sitting up, you let him answer the phone and moved from on top of him. 

The sigh he let out made you furrow your brows before he stared at you before going back to talk to his mother. “Yeah, we’ll be up. I thought she grabbed the bag from the fridge when she picked her up. It’s okay. See you in a bit then.” He hung up and you waited for him to say something. “My sister forgot the milk and YoungMi’s hungry...I’m sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck. That was the cherry on top of this night. You buttoned your shirt back up, nodding. “It’s okay, are they on their way?” You asked, standing up and fixing your clothes. Namjoon stood up and pulled on a shirt. “Yeah, five minutes away. Y/N-” “It’s fine, Namjoon. Don’t worry about it. It happens when you have a baby.” 

Clearing your throat, you went into MiMi’s room to make sure her humidifier was on and made sure it wasn’t cold. You felt Namjoon’s hands wrap around you from behind and his chin rest on your shoulder. “Don’t be upset please, we’ll have some time soon. When BTS comes back from America I’ll have time off, we can ask my sister if she wants to babysit for a few days, she’s been asking anyways and I’ll plan something nice for the both of us.” He kissed the side of your neck, hoping that would make you feel at least a little happier. It was something to look forward to, you thought. Placing a hand over his that was lingering over your lower abdomen, you nodded. It would be a while from now before that happened but you would keep your fingers crossed. You had to make this work and you wanted to make it work. 

A knock sounded on the front door, Namjoon breathed in deeply and slowly let it out as he removed his hands from around you and made his way to the front of the apartment. You followed behind him, hearing small cries from on the other side of the door. Waiting for Namjoon to unlock the door, his sister holding MiMi’s car seat with her in it and a bag over her shoulder, she walked into the apartment and sat the car seat down, handing Namjoon the bag. You hated seeing the tears roll down her little chubby cheeks so you unbuckled her from the car seat and lifted her into your arms, kissing her forehead while Namjoon spoke with his sister.

“Sorry, we brought her so late, we didn’t know what else to do and she was getting hungry…” She trailed off, her eyes squinting at her brother as he raised a brow before looking at you. You looked at her before looking at Namjoon and your eyes widened. His neck littered in little hickeys from before. You cleared your throat and smiled. “I’ll go and feed her, she’ll go right to sleep afterwards anyways. Thank you for watching her.” 

“If I knew I was interrupting, I would’ve just grabbed some extra milk and went back home.” She laughed and looked at her brother who then cleared his throat. “Geong Min, thank you for dropping her off. You should probably go now.” He crossed his arms. 

Carrying YoungMi into her room, leaving Namjoon with his sister, you smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get something to eat. Shhhh, it’s okay baby.” You mumbled to her while taking off her jacket and hat, seeing her curly hair matted down to her head from the hat. Sitting down in the rocking chair near her crib, you kept one half of your shirt off while waiting for her to latch on, leaning back and grabbing one of her small blankets and placing it over her body, leaving her head sticking out. 

She was getting big, already 6 months. She had dark curly thick hair, tanned skin and she was the perfect mix of you and Namjoon. She wasn’t crawling yet but she did sit up and babbled away. You had thought about not breastfeeding anymore but the thought of formula just wasn’t for you. Baby food wasn’t a problem but MiMi didn’t like anything, always so picky. She did sleep for most of the night, you only had to wake up once or twice to feed and change her but she was definitely an early riser. When you first got to Korea, she slept a lot anyways but after a few weeks she always woke up at 6:45 now, you figured it was because she heard Namjoon getting ready. 

Hearing a quiet knock on the bedroom door knocked you out of your thoughts and you glanced up, seeing Namjoon standing, his hands crossed over his chest as he watched you feed your daughter. She was drinking so fast that she started getting hiccups, pausing every few seconds before returning for more. “She must’ve been really hungry.” He chuckled, watching her little cheeks suction in and out. You smiled down at her, watching as her eyes slowly began to close, fighting her sleep. It was pretty late for her but since she was hungry, she’d be back to sleep soon.

After a few more minutes, she stopped and you looked at Namjoon. “Can you burp her?” You handed her to him, fixing yourself and pulling your shirt back on once he did take her and place her over his shoulder with a spit rag over him. He softly patted her back, rubbing it in between pats and looked over at you. “I can put her down when she’s done. You can go to bed.” You didn’t have to be told twice, standing up from the chair you were in and laughing quietly when she let out a burp. “Thank you.” You placed her blanket into her crib and leaned up to kiss Namjoon on the cheek.

You were already on your way to sleep when you felt the bed dip beside you, causing you to open your eyes and see Namjoon laying down, facing you. “That was fast.” You pulled the blanket up to your chin while speaking. “She went down without a fight, she likes when I talk to her.” He responded, to which you just simply stared at him before closing your eyes and moving closer to him. You turned the other way, letting him rest his hand over your waist and press his chest against your back before you both fell asleep.

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With BTS going and coming back from the states, you waited patiently for Namjoon to let you know when his sister would be getting YoungMi so that the two of you could spend some time together. It had been two months and three weeks since then and still nothing.

Today however, was a group photo shoot with the boys and the other wives. Everyone wore pastel colors to go with the dreamland theme. You wore an over sized pastel pink knitted sweater and light washed denim jeans and Namjoon wore a similar sweater except his was purple and YoungMi wore pink overalls and a purple sweater underneath, her hair in two pigtails with bows on them. Namjoon was currently talking to the boys with her in his arms, babbling and giggling when he or another member did something she found hilarious. 

You played with your hair in the mirror the new bronze color you decided to color it suiting you more than you would’ve thought. You had straightened it and loosely curled it so it sat the way you wanted it to. Watching the other wives, you and looked at their outfits, some of them with cropped sweaters and the others with dresses. You chose the big sweater since you were still working on getting rid of your stretch marks. You were confident but not enough to show your stomach just yet. The body you have before having a baby was long gone and sometimes you cried about it, especially when it came to your breasts. They didn’t sit up the way they used to and although they doubled in size, it seemed to add more to the sagging and it wasn’t attractive to you. On top of it all, Namjoon told you this morning that his schedule was going to get busy and that he wouldn’t be having his days off that he promised you.

Of course, you being you, brushed it off as if it was a usual thing but deep down inside you wanted to scream. You had everything prepared and even ordered some cute clothing and lingerie for the week. You became more and more cranky and sexually frustrated as the days went by.

“That color looks really good on you.” Jimin’s wife popped up at your side in the mirror and smiled at you. The two of you had gotten close since Jimin wanted her to have someone to talk to. You were surprised how quickly your friendship blossomed and now you two told each other everything. Her and Jimin were on way better terms and he even got her a ring. Come to think of it, the members all got their wives a ring...except Namjoon. You weren’t going to lie, you were very much so jealous but you’d never tell him that. He was always busy and you didn’t want to worry him with something stupid like a ring, a very beautiful ring. 

“You like it? I did it a few nights ago, it came out really well.” You picked up your liquid lipstick to apply some to your lips, Jimin’s wife watching you and tilting her head slightly. “Y/N...so? Did anything happen yet?” She asked quietly. You sighed heavily and shrugged. “He has to catch up on work so...no. It’s okay though-”

“No, it’s not. We searched high and low for that nice lingerie. It shouldn’t go to waste.”

“It’s okay. Maybe some other time, when he’s not super busy.”

“I guess you’re right. Honestly Y/N, if Jimin said he was too busy for me I’d-”

“You’d what?”

Jimin popped up behind his wife and kissed her cheek. She turned around and looked at him. “Nothing, just girl talk.” She giggled and kissed him lightly on the lips, wiping away her lip gloss from his lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling at her before looking at you. “Y/N, oh wow nice hair. It looks great. Namjoon wanted me to come and get you so that we can take photos.” You nodded and moved around the lovely couple to seek out Namjoon. 

“I was gonna change her diaper before you came and got her.” He spoke, seeing you walk up to him. You grabbed your daughter and shook your head. “I can do it. You go take your photos with the boys.” You placed her on your hip, grabbing her diaper bag before looking at Namjoon who wanted to say something. You motioned for him to go. “I got it.” You sounded a little irritated and walked into the bathroom.

He didn’t say it, but he could tell you were frustrated and looked exhausted. Your dark under eyes were covered up with makeup but he could tell you were tired and needed a break, but there wasn’t much he could do. Frustrated as well that the days he wanted off were needed for dance practice and recordings. It was something he needed to talk to the other boys about but they wouldn’t understand too much because none of them had children. 

Upon leaving the bathroom, you played with MiMi, lifting her up in the air and mocking her when she made a noise. Seeing the dimples in her cheeks always made you smile, her cheeks hiding half of her eyes as she laughed and giggled. Walking back towards the other women, Taehyung’s wife smiled at you and your daughter, walking towards you to have a closer look at the giggling baby. “You are just the cutest thing aren’t you.” She let MiMi grab her finger and wiggled it around while she smiled at the woman. Slowly the other women and even the makeup and hair artists, surrounded you and your baby, cooing over her and having small conversations with you.

When it was time for you and the wives to have a group photo together, you gave her back to her father and joined the ladies. You played with the props on set, tossing a few balloons into the air and doing a few poses for the camera with some of the wives. You did some shots with Namjoon, each couple doing a segment and you and Namjoon did a few with MiMi. It was easy to make her smile. She crawled around to play with the balloons once the photos were done. 

The day wrapped up with everyone out to eat, MiMi sitting in your lap drinking her bottle while you ate and conversed with the others. There was no doubt that the others could sense the tension between you and Namjoon but didn’t speak on it. They didn’t want to start any unnecessary arguments for when you two got home. 

“Namjoon hyung, Y/N-ah, we wanted to know if it was okay with you two if we can have YoungMi for a day or two? We want to have the feeling of having a child so when we have one we know what to expect.” Taehyung spoke up. You glanced up from drinking your water and looked at them before looking at Namjoon who was already looking at you. Nodding your head, you cleared your throat. “Yeah, it’s no problem. I mean, we live near each other anyways. Just let me know when.” You smiled. They nodded and went back to eating. 

After the dinner and you said goodbye to the others, you returned home and took off your shoes, carrying a whiny baby into the bathroom to get her ready for a bath. “Can you get me her towel from her room, Namjoon?” You asked over your shoulder as you ran the water. Sitting MiMi on the floor by the tub as you put your hair up from your face and took off the sweater, leaving you in your tank top as you began to undress her. He nodded and went to retrieve her blanket for you. Placing your hand under the running water to make sure the temperature was okay, you stopped the drain with a stopper and let the tub fill up, adding a small amount of baby safe bubbles before placing your daughter into the tub. 

Namjoon came back into the bathroom, placing the koala bear towel on the sink and watching you quickly wash her up since she started to go into a fit. “I know baby, mommy’s moving as fast as she can. I know you're sleepy…” You softly spoke to her, quickly washing her hair after you took out the pigtails. After a few minutes, you pulled the plug on the drain and made sure Namjoon had the towel ready before placing her in his arms, wrapped in the towel. He walked into your shared bedroom and placed her on the bed while you cleaned up the bathroom. 

He was rubbing lotion over her little body and placed a diaper on her before grabbing her pajama pants and top. “Taehyung texted me, said tomorrow he would like to get the baby.” He mumbled. You grabbed a makeup wipe and began wiping away your eye makeup and nodded. “Okay, I’ll pack her bag in the morning.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry for not keeping my promise to spend time together.”

He picked up YoungMi and placed her over his shoulder, rocking her back and forth. You waved him off and walked into the bathroom. “Like I said before, things happen when you have a baby.”

“Once things lighten up for me with the schedule-”

“Namjoon. I said don’t worry about it, okay? It just...I’m too busy with the baby and besides, I still work so I have clients and I get it. You’re an idol, you have a busy schedule, busier than mine.”

 You spoke while washing your face and brushing your teeth. You hopped in the shower while Namjoon was putting MiMi down for bed, making sure she had everything she needed before turning on her nightlight and returning back to the bedroom. After your shower, you were more tired than ever, quickly changing into pajamas and climbing into bed.

After his shower, Namjoon joined you in bed and noticed you were still up. “Maybe you can catch up on your sleep while MiMi’s away.” he swiped under your eyes and you shrugged. “I’m used to not getting sleep, besides, she’s starting to sleep through the night now so they’ll have it easy with her.” You turned to face the ceiling and readjusted the scarf you had on so that it wasn’t tied too tightly. 

“Namjoon…” You chewed on your lip and turned your head to look at him. “You haven’t been sleeping with anyone right?” You asked. He quickly sat up and stared down at you, his eyes wide and his eyebrows up to his hairline. “Y/N, why would you ask something like that? Of course not. I don’t have time.” He quickly said. You sat up and studied his face for any trace of him possibly lying. He rubbed his face and looked away before looking at you. “It’s...not that I haven’t thought about it...but I’d never do that to you.” He quickly spoke. You paused, looking away and nodding. “I knew it…” You trailed off and shook your head. He clenched his jaw and looked back at you. “You’re busy on my days off Y/N-” 

“Namjoon, please shut up.” You snapped, making sure to keep your voice down.

“I haven’t slept with anyone else. Don’t do that.” He pleaded.

“It’s the fact that you thought about sleeping with somebody else...I’m not having this conversation.” You stood up, grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the closet. “Where are you going?”

“To the fucking living room, leave me alone.” You stormed out of the bedroom and into the living room, placing your pillow on the couch and laying down on it. 

“Y/N-”

“What, Namjoon? What do you want? You want me to give you permission to go and have sex with somebody else? I’m trying, I’ve been trying with you. I guess because I don’t fit your ideal image of what you’re physically attracted to, you don’t see a point in trying with me right? My body doesn’t look the way it used when you first met me because I had your fucking child and you have the nerve to tell me that you thought about sleeping with somebody else?” You angrily wiped the tears from your cheeks. 

He said nothing, just standing there in his pajama pants. Sitting up, you stared up at him, watching him look between you and the floor. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you...I just thought that if I was honest we could figure out what to do from there.” He moved to the opposite end of the couch. “Clearly this isn’t working out for either of us. Maybe we should talk to your boss about this five year contract-”

“I don’t want you to leave, or MiMi…” He quickly cut you off.

“Yeah, well I’m not living here with someone who doesn’t want to try with me.”

“I do want to try! I want this to work out with us. I just don’t know what to do anymore. Every time we try to do anything together we get interrupted and it’s frustrating.” He moved his hands around while speaking, sighing heavily and leaning his head back on the back of the couch. “I’m physically attracted to you, Y/N, there was never a doubt about that. I’m just, it’s been a long time since I even had a relationship and with me being an idol now, I’ve just been so used to just, coming and going, literally.” 

“If you were as attracted to me as you say you are, you would’ve tried a little harder to spend time with me. I know you’re busy with BTS and I get that. I have no problem with fitting my schedule with yours but the difference is that we have a daughter. I don’t want to just pass her off when I don’t feel like taking care of her. I love your parents and our friends but I don’t want to just offer her up when I get too tired. It sounds selfish but I think I’m making some progress with that.” 

“I feel so stupid for saying what I said to you. I don’t want you to think you’re unattractive and I know I should try more instead of saying I’ll do it. Easier said than done. I’m sorry, Y/N, just please come back into the room. I promise we can talk about it tomorrow when I get back from practice.” He grabbed your hand. Grabbing your pillow in his other hand, you left the blanket and shuffled into the bedroom with him, getting into bed and turning to look at him. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He pulled you into his chest, whispering the words over and over again.

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You didn’t realize Taehyung and his wife were early birds when you were woken out of your sleep by a phone call. Namjoon was still asleep since it was only 5:45 so you woke up and opened the door for them, letting them in while you went and got YoungMi dressed and her bag packed. She was up when you walked into her room, so it was easier to move her around when she was up. Carrying her into the living room, you handed her to Tae’s wife and gave Tae the carseat and her bag, along with a bag of baby food and milk since she occasionally wanted a bottle throughout the day. You were getting her to eat more food than to drink milk but she still wanted her bottle which meant you still pumped. You couldn’t handle breastfeeding anymore since she got her first and nearly chewed off your nipple the last time you tried.

After they left, you laid back down and as soon as you closed your eyes, Namjoon’s alarm went off and he stretched, grabbing his phone to turn it off and sat up, looking over his shoulder at you. “She left already?” He asked. His voice was deeper than normal in the morning. You nodded, keeping your eyes closed as you tried to find sleep again. He went about doing his morning routine, taking a shower and eating his breakfast. You eventually got up to brush your teeth and put on some coffee while he was eating, yawning and tidying up the kitchen as the coffee brewed. 

You poured him and yourself a cup, letting him add his own cream and sugar while you added some to yours. Scrolling through your phone and answering a few messages from the girls and checking your emails. Namjoon walked over to you after finishing his coffee and kissed your temple. “We’re still talking when I get back, okay?” He kissed your cheek as you hummed while sipping your coffee and glanced up at him. “Have fun at the studio.” You gave him a small smile, watching him slide on his shoes and grab his keys before leaving.

You spent the day grocery shopping and doing any laundry in the house. You decided that you needed a night to yourself so you piled a few blankets in the middle of the living room with some pillows and started on dinner, making steak, rice and asparagus, while a cake was in the oven. Once your plate was made and the cake was cooling on the stove, you whipped up some frosting and began icing the cake when you heard Namjoon’s keys in the door. It was still pretty early so you didn’t know why he was coming home so late.

You were in a black silk robe that you usually wore when making dinner since it was light and quickly tightened the belt before he walked in. You had already put his plate on the side and he looked into the living room, a confused look at all the blankets and then walked into the kitchen after taking off his shoes to see you putting icing on a cake. “What’s the occasion?” He asked. You looked at him then finished up the cake and placed it on the table. “I was having a movie night to myself actually. What are you doing home so early? You’re usually here at 8 and it’s 6.” Adding some sauce to your steak, you cut into it, eating a piece and went to grab a beer from the fridge. 

“Oh...well can I join? I finished early so I figured I’d come home early. I’m gonna go change.” He eyed the cake on his way out of the kitchen and quickly walked into the room. You sat at the counter, finishing up your food and drinking your beer. You ate your last piece of steak when he walked out and made himself a plate. You handed him a beer as well as he sat down and stared at the cake again. “I want some of that cake when I’m done. It smells good.” He spoke over a mouthful of food.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Slicing two pieces of cake, you placed them on two separate small plates. Your robe kept sliding open so you had to keep tightening it. What you didn’t notice was Namjoon’s eyes catching the material slide down your shoulder while he ate. 

“I was doing some thinking about what I said last night and I also spoke to Yoongi and Hobi about our situation.” He took a sip of his beer. You ate a piece of cake and stopped chewing when he said that. “Y-you told them about us?” You couldn’t get angry just yet without hearing him out so you took a deep breath and slowly continued to keep eating. “I needed an opinion and they told me I fucked up and I apologize for that Y/N. You do a lot for me and for MiMi and I didn’t see that. You’re one person but I should be paying attention more and they told me to take a few days off and they’ll talk it over with the manager and get everything done themselves. I have to work on us, it wouldn't be fair if I just let you put all the effort in without me doing anything as well.” He moved his plate over and grabbed the plate with the cake and began eating it. 

“Anyways, Taehyung has the baby for two days and I have the rest of the week off. I made reservations for tomorrow night at a restaurant so we can go on an actual date and work all of this out.” 

“So are you asking me out on a date, Kim Namjoon?” You couldn’t help the smile that spread on your face. That’s all you ever wanted from him and he was finally understanding. 

“Ah, yes. Kim Y/N, would you please go out with me tomorrow night at 6:30?” He asked, smiling up at you from where he sat at the table. You licked some icing off your finger and thought for a moment before nodding. “I’d love you. Thank you.” You walked over to kiss his cheek and walked into the living room, sitting in the pile of pillows and blankets. Namjoon cleaned his dishes and joined you in the pile of blankets, sitting close to you while you used a remote to turn off the lights and skim through the movies on Netflix, settling on a romance movie. 

Twenty minutes into the movie, you were leaned forward, intently watching the screen while Namjoon rubbed your back while watching the movie and texting on his phone. He tossed his phone on the couch and continued watching the movie with you, becoming flustered when a love scene came on. You squeezed your legs together as they were pulled up to your chest, feeling yourself become damp in your panties. Namjoon noticed the way you were sitting and turned to look at you. “Y/N..” He whispered close to your ear and you turned to look at him. 

He pushed your legs down and grabbed one thigh, pulling you so that you were straddling his lap and brought your lips down to his. His tongue quickly seeking yours out, your panties becoming more wet as they grind against the bulge that was forming in his pajama pants. His hands moved over the front of your robe, quickly untying it and sliding it down your arms and off of you. You tossed it onto the couch behind him, moving your hands into his dark hair, moaning into his mouth when he gripped your hips to help you move against his clothed erection.

You pulled apart, he moved to crawl on top of you and stared down at your matching blue bra and panties and kissed between your breasts before moving back up to your neck and sucking on it, your eyes closing as he lips trailed down, his hands moving behind you to unclasp your bra. You paused and looked at him, his lips pressing to yours again before moving your hands away and removing your bra. “It’s okay.” He spoke against your lips and lowered his head to suck your left nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapping over it and tasting the milk that leaked out. You moaned, looking down at him as he did the same to the other one, kneading the other one as he did so.

His lips trailed down your stomach, kissing, sucking and biting his way down to your thighs, stopping at your inner thigh, he hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them down, seeing the slick stick to them from your core. You shivered at the cool air and bit your lip as his mouth attached to your swollen clit, circling his tongue around it while resting your thighs on his shoulder. You breathed in deeply and groaned, your back arching away from the floor. 

Flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud, his eyes watching your movements while his hands spread your legs wider, stiffening his tongue to push in and out of your clenching hole. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your head falling back as he moved back and forth between fucking your pussy with his tongue and sucking on your clit. Your heart raced, your legs trembling. 

“Fuck…” You finally moaned out when he circled a finger against your entrance while still sucking on your clit. He hummed against you, the vibrations making you moan over and over again. “You better not cum, baby.” He shoved two fingers into your, curling them upward to hit that sweet spot inside of you. Your head shot up as you looked down at him, grabbing his other hand and sucking on his index and middle finger. His eyes twinkled at the sight of you taking his long fingers into your mouth, causing him to rut against the floor for friction. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, hearing the wet noises come from his movements.

You tightened around his fingers and he circled your clit before sucking it between his lips and pumping faster until you pushed his hand from your mouth and tossed your head back. 

“Shhhhiiit, I’m cu-” You groaned as your orgasm washed over you and a white flash clouded your vision. 

Namjoon lazily rubbed your clit after removing his fingers and leaned up to kiss you, your body jumping slightly from how sensitive you were. You could taste yourself on his tongue, staring up at him when he pulled away to stare down at you. 

“Let’s see how many times you can cum tonight.” He nipped at your bottom lip and you stuck out your tongue to lick his lips, he responded by doing the same. Your tongues danced together until he sucked yours into his mouth while you pushed down his boxers. You went to move down but he stopped you and pecked your lips. “Let me make you feel good.” He whispered, pushing your legs apart. You looked down at his throbbing cock and licked your lips at the sight of it, thick and long. Watching him slowly slide into you, your eyes half closed before falling back onto a pillow as he bottomed out. 

“Finally..please fuck me.” You grinned when you heard him chuckle at your words before he set a moderate pace, your legs spread wide for him as he pulled all the way out to the tip before shoving himself back between your hot walls. “You’re so fucking tight, fuck.” He kissed your neck, placing his hands on either side of your head before pushing himself up and began snapping his hips into yours a little harder. Already your legs began trembling, your hands moving to your sides, gripping the blanket underneath as you let out a series of moans and curses.

Keeping your legs spread, he sat up on his knees, holding onto your hips and thrust faster and harder, your thighs slapping against his lap as your back arched your back higher. 

The moans and grunts that sounded from him only added to your pleasure,your breath caught in your throat as he moved so fast that all you could do was roll your eyes over in your head and let out tiny breaths of air. 

“I can feel you squeezing my cock with your tight pussy, baby. Are you gonna cum already?”

He rubbed your clit with his thumb, smirking when you finally let out a long moan. You looked down at where you were connected and tossed your head back again. “Fuck, keep doing that...make me cum, Daddy.” You let the word slip out but it did something to him. He reached up, gripping your throat lightly, a shaky moan coming from him as he grip tightened. Your eyes crossed this time before your body jerked as you came for a second time that night, your hand wrapping around his wrist where he was still holding your throat. 

You grunted, your toes curling until he slowed down and leaned down to kiss you, releasing your throat and picking you up to sit on his lap. He leaned against the couch and stretched out his legs. The sweat on his forehead was visible and he could see yours too, kissing your swollen lips once again. Staring down at him while you caught your breath, you pressed your sweaty forehead against his and softly giggled. “I knew you wanted to call me that.” His hand raised up and came down against your ass cheek, you yelped and pressed your chest into his. 

He lifted you up and pulled you back down on him, you steadied yourself, keeping your hands on his shoulders and planting your feet on the floor and began bouncing on top of him, feeling the pleasure build back up inside of you again. He slapped the other cheek, gripping both of them to spread you open as you kept your fast pace, watching his head lean back on the cushion of the couch, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he gulped and moaned. 

This experience was so much more vivid than the first time you had ever slept together all that time ago. You were both intoxicated when you hooked up, not leaving much to remember and now you’re both realizing that you missed out on a lot with each other. You were more responsive than the first time and he was more in control. You molded together perfectly and knew what the other one wanted. 

He began thrusting up, holding your hips in place, your fingernails digging into his shoulders before threading them into his hair, short breaths leaving your mouth. “Joonie…” You moaned his name, your knees falling to the floor. Your hips rocking back and forth as he pressed his fingers into your hips, knowing bruises were going to be left in the morning along with some aches and pain but you didn’t care. 

“Please cum inside me..” The words whispered and he closed his eyes and grunted, his balls tightening before he released inside of you, ropes and ropes of his seed spilling inside of you. Your third orgasm hit, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as he wrapped his arms around your waist and yours around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as you groaned into his skin. “Y/N…” He growled, still slowly thrusting into you, you winced at the over stimulation and grunted when he moved his hand between you and began rubbing your clit. “Give me one more, baby…” He sighed heavily at your walls contracting around his cock. You whined against his neck, sitting up and letting him fall out of you. 

“Mmm, I can’t…fuck.” You stared down at him, breathing heavily, your chest rising up and down quickly as your mouth fell open in a silent cry. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” You cried, another orgasm tumbling through you, his fingers quickly sliding into you to fuck you without mercy. His fingers curving once again to rub against the soft patch inside of you, your body convulsing as hot liquid squirts over his cock and in his lap. 

You nearly fell back but he caught you and laid you down on your back on the floor. You twitched before pushing his hand away and snapping your legs closed. He wiped his hands on his pajama pants and moved to lay next to you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your forehead. “That was only five, I never knew you were a gusher.” He chuckled. You looked up at him. “Neither did I.” You lazily kissed his lips, exhaustion taking over you as you closed your eyes. 

“You should rest up for tomorrow morning.”

“What’s tomorrow morning?” You asked.

“I never said I was done with you…”

[kooky-mysterious]

So I’m trying to find this fanfic where it’s a poc reader and she’s friends with Hobi. She lives in SK and all of the boys come to stay with her for a few weeks (I forgot why) and they all decide to make a deal with who sleeps with her first and she sleeps with all of them (not at the same time). I’m trying to find it since I lost it a few months ago.

[sighjoonie]

late nights / knj fluff

it was already 3:40AM when he comes home. he expected to see you already asleep but there you were, in one of his hoodies sprawled out on the the bed typing away on your laptop.

you were almost done with your paper, just six pages left. he quietly approaches you, avoiding stepping on the strewn pillows and blankets on the floor before sitting in the edge of the bed. you still had not noticed him, too focused on typing. he watches you fondly as you concentrate on your screen.

you only realise he’s there when you sneeze and he says “bless you” which startles you. he laughs at your reaction and stands to take off his jacket and changes into comfortable clothes as you try to get your regular breathing back.

“why are you still up?” he asks as he plugs his phone in and lays down beside you.

“my paper” you mumble, pouting. his face softens when he sees how tired you look and he pulls you into a hug.

you take in his scent and the hug immediately calms you down. he kisses your forehead and whispers he believes in you.

you turn to your laptop again and continue to type. he just watches you work, admiring you. 

time passes and you notice him asleep. you smile to yourself and cover him with a blanket. you hear your stomach grumble, so you grab your laptop and head to the kitchen. you place your laptop on the counter and grab the cereal and milk.

you hear footsteps as you try to reach the top shelf, trying to return the cereal box. you turn and you see him with sleep eyes, messy hair, wrapped in a blanket.

“do you want some?” you ask him and he nods and sits on the stool infant of your laptop. he reads your paper as you make him a bowl of cereal.

“what do you think?” you ask and place the bowl infant of him. he looks at you with wide eyes.

“your brain is amazing” he says as he eats a spoonful. you laugh and thank him and continue to work while eating. he hugs you from behind when he finishes eating.

“come back to bed” he whispers in your ear and you check the time. 5:20AM. that’s enough for tonight. you close your laptop and he smiles and hugs you while you walk back to your room. 

[jungkookstatts]

University Superstar is 🤌🏻 Just so, SO good. I can do totally picture your JK 🫠🥴Thanks for sharing your immense talent with us🫰🏻 I’m an old ass fangirl and thought maybe if you ever decide to write asks that you could write about Namjoon with a much older artist or museum docent. 😏 I may or may not have had an exhibition or two 🖼️ and the idea that Kim Namjoon saw any of my pieces sends me… ⚰️

Kim Namjoon Drabble 1

[Summary]: Kim Namjoon is a frequent visitor at the museum you work at. In fact, he’s visited so often, he’s gained your museum's platinum gold card for passes on all exhibitions and the cafeteria’s sweet tea. You’ve come to realize that Namjoon is the biggest art nerd you’ve ever met outside of yourself when he started to find you after every exhibition and ask you questions about the artist. However, your subtle feelings for the man start to go a-wire when he beings to ask questions about you instead.

[Theme]: MuseumDocent!AU, Artist!AU, ArtNerdNamjoon!AU, Museum!AU, FriendsToLovers!AU

[Rating]: Fluffy fluff fluff; slice of life.

[Word Count]: 1,773

[A/N]: Hmmmm, this is going to be difficult. Mainly because I am only slightly younger than our golden maknae, Jjk. However, that doesn’t go to say that I haven’t read scenarios where Y/n was older than one of the members…but I also have not personally written any like that either. BUT! That doesn’t mean I can’t try. I hope this meets your expectations.

Besides, Namjoon in a museum makes me leek 🥬

[Masterlist] [Taglist]

You love this museum.

The smell of it, the look of it, the organization of it — you love it all. You love it so much, you’ve become a docent there.

Walking about the museum while you flaunt your knowledge on the various famous pieces, featured pieces, and sometimes, some of your own pieces, has been the source of your happiness for years now.

Your job never lets you down. In fact, you find that by the end of the day, your spirits have been lifted higher than what it was the last time you came home from work.

Especially nowadays.

Recently, a certain someone has been a part of nearly every single tour you have conducted within the past two weeks. He’s a tall man — sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the many old people and young children in the groups you guide. Not to mention, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, and teeth that flash at you with every new piece of information you tell him, the man has somewhat stolen your heart. Even more so when he somehow finds you at the end of each guide to hound you for hours about the artists he found the most intriguing.

Kim Namjoon was his name, and given the many times he’s found you in the museum’s cafeteria after a guide, you’ve come to notice that the man has become such a frequent visitor he became eligible for the museum’s platinum gold membership card. Free sweet tea and admission to docent-guided tours, he took the upgrade and has since joined in on your groups.

There’s a pep and swing in your step as you make your way to work today. That twinge of nervousness you also contain shows as you shakily open the doors to the museum.

“You excited?” one of your best friends, Taehyung, asks. He’s smiling wide, clenching a pencil in his hand as he waits for your answer. You almost think he could be more excited than you with the way his eyes crinkle and his finger taps at the wood of the receptionists’ desk.

“You have no idea,” you laugh, swiping into the room that he stands in. You quickly clock in before you wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, hoping that your claminess goes away soon.

“I saw some of your pieces,” he faces you. “I still can’t believe those came from you! I know you’ve showed your pieces here before, but these are beyond anything I’ve ever seen you do. It’s like you went mad or something.”

You smile at his comment, a little blush forming on your face as you accept his compliment.

“That reminds me,” Taehyung grins once again. “A certain man by the name of Kim Namjoon is coming to your welcome exhibit. ‘Was the first to sign up.”

“I know,” you laugh. “He really likes art. It’s crazy how smart he is, too. I swear he grasps knowledge like a computer.”

“I dunno,” Taehyung purses his lips. “Seems he might like something else, too,”

“Stop it,” you shoot him a look. “Namjoon is an innocent nerd. Besides, I swear I’m like 10 years older than him.”

“Actually, 6 1/2,” Taehyung corrects.

“Point proven,” You observe while messing around with the computer in front of you.

“You do realize that there’s 5 other museum docents in this place, right?” your friend laughs. “Not to mention you usually conduct guides at the most inconvenient times for the general public. I doubt he’d come here and schedule tours with you if it meant he didn’t get to see you at any given moment during the week.”

“Have you ever thought of the possibility that maybe I'm just really good at my job?” you ask him teasingly.

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs.

“I know,” you commence your teasing. “What I mean to say is, Namjoon is too… pure for that. I sincerely haven’t noticed a single flirtatious intent or ‘look in his eye’ during the multiple times he’s been here. Genuinely, he loves art and wants to know everything about it before moving on to learning about the next art style, time period, or artist he chooses to jump to next.”

“You could be right,” he looks to the door realizing that a customer has started walking up to the receptionist area. “Or he may have been asking me about you since before he started tagging along on your guides.”

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You’re thinking about what Taehyung said all day.

He’s been asking about you? What specifically has he been asking about? And for how long has he been doing so before he started making an appearance at every guide you conducted?

Questions flood your mind, but excitement also overwhelms it.

Your exhibit has fully opened.

All your selected pieces for this have been displayed just like how you envisioned them to be. There's a crowd of people waiting to see what you’ve got, and best of all, Namjoon is there. He’s got a giant notebook in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a big smile on his face as he spots you amongst the crowd.

You’re busy greeting critics, familiar faces, friends, family, and coworkers while you answer various questions and walk around the room explaining your art. You almost forget Namjoon is there until you get a free moment, and a tap on your shoulder sends a warm reminder that your eager art enthusiast has made it to your exhibit.

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” he smiles in awe while pointing to a painting near you two with the back of his pencil. “I have to say, though. Your pieces really make me think.”

“I’m no stranger to your questions, Namjoon. You know you can always ask me anything,” you blush.

“What was your muse?” he asks, still staring at the painting he pointed at. You have to turn around to look at which piece he’s talking about. Of course, this was one of your favorites out of all the pieces. You spent years on this one. Multiple trips to the same space out of the country, talks with natives, and fully immersing yourself like one. This one took the most thought and energy you’ve ever put into a piece. You’re flattered he’s mentioned this one out of all the others first.

“For this one, specifically? Or for the general theme of the exhibit?” you double-check.

“For this one — although, that was my second question,” he laughs. “I just happened to notice this one didn’t really match the theme. The rest all fall within a certain feeling, but this one caught my eye first.”

“I’m glad,” you banter. “This one is my favorite.”

“It’s mine, too,” he smirks, the warmness in his eyes flaming your entire body.

“As for the muse, it’s still hard to define,” you candor. “This one took the longest. So many stages of my 20s and mid-life crises and, well, life were all a mosh-pit of emotions on this one. I could only work on it in Iceland, too.”

“Iceland?”

“Yes,” you laugh at yourself. Saying it out loud, it sounded stranger than you thought it would. “So much inspiration came to me there. Before I knew it, I started saving the majority of my money just to travel there and work on this piece there.”

There's a pause. The business of the room engulfs you as the two of you look at your piece.

“I want to know you, Y/n,” he suddenly blurts out. You almost get whip-lash from how quickly you turn your head to face him once again. “You’re seriously such a talent to me. I want to know you and all your muses. What got you into art and art history and working here. All of it — I want to know it all.”

Now you’re seriously confused.

Maybe it was the way Taehyung told you that it was a likely possibility that Namjoon did like you despite your previous observations that he didn’t. Or maybe it's that glint in his eye that suggests that he truly wants to know more about you other than the fact that you work and present your art in the museum he frequently goes to. You don’t know. But you’ve always been opportunistic, so you take his mysterious sentiment into question.

“Namjoon, have you been talking about me with my co-worker?” you ask, that speed in your heartbeat making its way up your chest.

Namjoon blushes, smiling down at his notepad. “I knew that loser couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he laughs to himself. “I have. But I promise, all good things.”

“Namjoon, I have to be honest. Taehyung did say some thi—”

“It’s all true,” he nods his head while looking back up at you. “Listen Y/n, as much as I love your tours, this was the one I wanted to go on the most. Your art, your voice, your presence —this is what I was the most curious about. All those questions about the artists I asked you about after those tours — I genuinely just loved listening to your passion. Hearing you talk about what you love and looking at you show off the work you put your soul into. I dunno, maybe I’ve developed a crush.”

Your heart beats out of your chest. Are you really that oblivious? You’re 6 1/2 years older than this man — you should know when a person has been crushing on you by now!

“Namjoon, I’m old,” you blurt, laughing at yourself. A part of you can't help but feel a little insecure about your age. One to two years and you're usually in the 'go' for a lot of romantic things and partnerships with others. But 6 1/2? That's more so unheard of nowadays.

“I could call you ajumma if you wanted,” he smiles teasingly.

“I’ll kill you,” you playfully threaten him. The flutter in your tummy is a little too overwhelming as he flashes his teeth at you, that look telling you that he’s really serious about this crush he’s developed.

“Seriously, Y/n, I couldn’t give a fuck about age,” he says. “I stand by the fact that I’d become gay and date a 570-year-old da Vinci if he were still alive today.”

“Art whore,” you laugh.

“So let me take you out,” he continues, simmering his laughter. “Coffee tomorrow at 10?”

You feel a strange weight lifted off your shoulders. Nodding your head at his question, you feel like you’ve maybe developed a new muse.

[End]

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[A/N]: Ajumma (아줌마) - [N], a Korean term referring to a married or middle-aged woman; typically a woman of one's parents' age or older.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023] 

[gerworldofbts-blog]

Namjooning World of BTS 💜 #namjoon #namjoonimagine #art #namjooning #bts #btsimagines #bangtansonyeondan #bangtanboy #btsworldgame #jimin #jungkook #jin #jhope #suga #taehyung (hier: Seoul, South Korea) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1bMUvcnWmm/?igshid=1bj7ww2qvg13p

[wocfics]

Arranged Marriage

Ongoing series, part of A Little Caught Up

Now that Namjoon has put the reputation of BTS on the line with a child conceived, he and the others must now live with their new wives, due to their five year contracts in order to keep the group together and going. All for one and one for all, right?

MASTERLIST

-Namjoon

Step By Step: One Two

-Seokjin

Merry Go Round: One - Two - Three

-Yoongi

Broken Record: One Two Three

-Hoseok

My Only Sunshine: One Two Three

-Jimin

In The Dark: One Two

-Taehyung

Fine Art: One Two

-Jungkook

Eyes Of An Angel: One Two

[cherriebish]

Blogs

these are the fics that i’ve read; i’ve just categorized them into blogs by member and stuff 

@allkpopmasterlists

@jaehyunimagines

@jinyoungimagines

@jungkookimagines

@markimagines

@miscimagines

@namjoonimagines

@taeyongimagines

@yixingimagines

personal -> @xlhcbby

[kooky-mysterious]

Debating if I should actually write a Namjoon series. Like should I make a page for this? It’s gonna be POC character of course and it’ll be my first fanfic ever! And I wanna make it into a series because I had this angsty ass dream about it happening.

[dominiksantroski]

Kim Namjoon Imagine ; Airport Arrival

(your pov) I stood waiting for my best friend at the airport. I was so excited to see him after his tour. The problem is... I do have feelings for him... since forever! I don't know if anything will ever happen between us but I need there to be something. I've longed for it. I was turned away from my thoughts when a flood of people poured out from the gate I was waiting at. I started at the exit waiting to see that beautiful face again. There he was. Kim Namjoon. He stumbled out of the exit, swinging his head left and right trying to find me. I started walking towards him laughing just loud enough for him to hear over the crowd of noise. His head whipped around and our eyes locked. A smile grew on his face, showing his cute dimples. He ran to me and I was ready to hug him, I jumped into his arms and no words were said. He just kissed me with a passion that I'd never felt before. I melted into his touch. I have waited for so long to feel this... We pulled away slowly after a while. "...what was that for?" I questioned him still with a smile on my face. "I needed that more than I ever knew. I need you to be mine. I've been thinking a lot recently you see... I say I love you as my best friend but I don't mean it like that..." he started turning a slight shade of red and put me down on my feet. He didn't look up from the ground. I giggled at his actions and lifted his chin up to look at me again. "I have wanted to hear those words fall from your mouth since basically the day I met you." We kissed again. It felt right. The rest of the world didn't exist in that perfect moment, everything else faded away.

[dxddybts-blog]

Rapmonster

✧･ﾟ//silly short imagine//*✧･ﾟ:* 

Imagine being to a concert for your fave Kpop group, BTS, and you would be standing in first row with your sign that said "will you marry me", and as Rap mon was walking down the scene floor thingy while talking, he would notice your sign and speak into the microphone "oh guys! I want you to meet my wife!" and he would say it with his cute giggle of his and ughhhhh.

[magicalsalamander]

Thank you @namjoonimagines !!!🥰🥰🥰 im honored💜💜💜

Threads of a Resurgent

⍖ Pairing▹ BTS Namjoon ⇆ Reader

⍖ Genre▹ Grim Reaper| Witch | Horror | Fluff| Angst|

⍖ Warning▹ rated Mature; Graphic depictions of death and gore, main character death, necromancy, traumatic events, blood, animal sacrifice (not detailed), witchcraft inaccuracies, explicit language and horror themes.

⍖ Summary▹ That dress. It was all because of that tainted dress. The dress you found at a second-hand store wasn’t just a pretty thing on the rack. When the grim reaper sits across from you telling you he’s come to collect, your life takes a turn. However, he made a mistake..a grave mistake. The threads of the Resurgent begin to unravel as you and the Grim Reaper are unleashed on an adventure tangled by threads. How will you mend the threads and save your soul in time before he collects you?

⍖ Word▹31.6K

⍖ A/N▹ Hope you’re still in the mood for something spooky. I apologize for the grammar errors in advance, I will correct them asap. I made a dictionary for you to keep open while you read so you can refer to things. I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading! Gif source unknown, but I don’t take credit for it [if you know please let me know].

⇴ Masterlist | Book of Spells [Dictionary] | Moodboard 

The hangers clacked as you shoved articles of clothing past like an abacus. The clothes were so tightly packed on the rack that hangers were sticking out in all directions. Your face was in a permanent scowl as you picked through the thorn bush. Shopping hasn’t ever been a pastime that you would put high on your list of fun activities. It had its scarce perks and all, but the process was always a long journey: picking clothes, trying on clothes in a scrutinizing mirror, then returning 99% of the items to an underpaid fitting room attendant. Rinse and repeat. However, here you were, on Friday evening, rummaging through a second-hand thrift store’s dress section to find something to wear for a date in about an hour.

You kept pushing past ugly polka dotted dresses, grandmother moo moos, overtly ruffle dresses then you stopped counting. You pushed another bead on the abacus when you stopped counting when something seemed to glow, call to you. You found the one. It must’ve been a rich-woman’s dress at some point. It was a simple black dress, but there was beauty in its minimalism. You assumed it made it here because of that stupid rule: wear it once then never again.

Who came up with that rule anyways?

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7 Secrets <pt. 11>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: whole lot of uwu that’s what

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

I just...no words. I’ve been wanting to get to this point for a hot minute now, so I’m glad we’ve made it. No, this isn’t quite the end. Although we’re getting there. *cue tears* Have a happy halloween this weekend! <3

By the time we make it back to the house it’s nearly evening, seeing as Jin decided to take a detour and get lost. Kyung-soon didn’t mind, she took the opportunity to re-listen to Seventeen’s new album. And then listen to it again.

We’re nearly there when we get a call from Taehyung. Jin puts it on the car speakerphone.

“Hyung! Where are you?”

“We’ve been lost, that’s where-” Jin cuts Kyung-soon off with glare.

“We were hiking and enjoying the island. We’ll be there in ten minutes. Are you guys getting ready to eat?”

As if on cue my stomach growls. Our last meal was this morning, and the granola bars have only held up for so long.

“Yeah, we’re finishing up with the food now. Guess what we’re doing tonight, though?”

A few voices can be heard in the background. It sounds like utter chaos at the house. The sound of it brings a smile to my face.

“What? What are we doing?”

“Production team just finished editing the final episode! We’re going to project it on the side of the house and watch it!”

I nearly choke, Kyung-soon turning around and staring at me in horror. Namjoon chuckles, patting me on the back while I recover.

“That was...fast.” I mumble. The production crew must have been working overtime in order to finish up the final episode so we could watch it on our trip.

Kyung-soon is in the middle of involuntarily cringing. “Oh no, this is going to be horrible. So cringey.”

I nod in agreement, Jin reaching over to grab Kyung-soon’s hand. The houses pop up in the distance - we’re almost there.

“Just pretend that it’s somebody else,” Jin tries to reassure his soulmate. “I promise, it’s really not bad. We were thoroughly entertained.” He grins at Namjoon through the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah, and besides, you guys have seen plenty of weird content from us. Consider this an even playing field.” Namjoon adds.

“Ok, I’ll see you - huh? Oh, Ichika says hi. Alright, see you in a second.” Taehyung cuts the call.

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The side of the boys’ house has turned into a temporary movie screen. Taehyung is in the process of popping popcorn while Jungkook and Jimin are giving a detailed overview of three years worth of episodes.

I think they’ve forgotten that we were very much a part of those three years. After all, it is a documentary about us.

Aera sits beside Minsuh, the two of them grinning like cheshire cats at their soulmates. They look like they’re thinking the same thing that I am.

“Yah, so where did the last episode leave off?” Aera questions, raising her eyebrows at Jimin.

“What, you don’t remember what happened two weeks ago?” Himari asks, chuckling.

Aera shrugs her shoulders. “It’s been a busy week for all of us, I can hardly remember what happened two days ago.”

Namjoon emerges from the house, a couple of blankets in hand. His eyes scan the small crowd before landing on me where I stand beside Seohyun. I’ve been trying to get a feel for how her and Yoongi’s conversation went earlier, but I don’t dare ask anything too direct with Yoongi right there. He holds her hand, looking content as she explains how she tried and failed at painting.

“Where did the last episode leave off, Joon-ah?” Hoseok asks when Jimin and Jungkook have a hard time remembering the finer details. Namjoon is in the process of spreading a blanket out on the ground, motioning for me to come over.

“Umm…” He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Aera had just pitched her new designs, and everybody made dinner for her when she got home. Then they were just getting Beth’s room ready for her to come back.”

Aera blinks as though just remembering that she has an actual job. A job she’s really, really good at.

“I can’t believe you forgot about that!” Aera feigns offense and Jimin freezes in his spot, eyes wide. “That’s my whole career we’re talking about, Jimin!”

Jungkook gives his friend a pat on the shoulder before walking over to plop into the seat beside Minsuh.

“I-I remember it now…” Jimin pouts, looking at his soulmate with puppy eyes. Aera glares at him, never one to give in easily. In fact, Aera is the fiercest when it comes to these kinds of things.

If I remember correctly, I’ve heard the boys state on several occasions that Jimin is absolutely terrifying when he’s mad.

“Hey,” Namjoon grabs my attention from the show up front. “Wanna sit? I got us an extra blanket for if we get cold.”

“Perfect.” I settle down on the blanket, laughing as Jimin tries his best to escape Aera’s wrath. She’s currently moving his chair to the opposite end, as far away from her as possible.

Minsuh turns around to look at me, her eyebrows wiggling mischievously. “Are you ready for this cringefest?”

Namjoon chuckles, settling down beside me. The butterflies in my stomach kick things up into high gear just from sitting beside him. He checks the time on his phone, his new background pulling my attention away for a moment.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I sigh. Namjoon places a comforting hand on my knee, smiling at me when he realizes that I’m looking at his lock screen.

“It really is that bad usually. I swear.” I roll my eyes, knowing a lie when I hear one. “Hey,” he nudges me. “Let’s see your new phone background.”

I excitedly fish my phone out of my pocket, already chuckling at the thought of our candid photo. Showing it to Namjoon, Minsuh and Jungkook wander over to see what we’re laughing about.

“Oh my gosh, that’s so cute!” Minsuh gushes, laughing at me. “I’m guessing you learned today that Beth is terrified of heights?”

Namjoon nods, shooting me a pitiful look. “I sure did. I’m pretty sure she bruised one of my ribs in the process.”

Jungkook proceeds to ask Namjoon about the hike, sounding like he wants to venture out there tomorrow. Jin and Kyung-soon come back out with Tae and Ichika, all of them carrying a couple of bowls each filled to the brim with popcorn.

“Movie time!” Jimin shouts from where he and Aera disappeared around the house. A moment later he appears with his chair in one hand and lugging a disgruntled Aera along with the other.

As soon as all the popcorn is distributed Yoongi flips on the projector from the back. A moment later the song “Psycho” by RedVelvet blasts through the speakers, and the episode begins.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe they actually made that the theme song!” Seohyun shouts, already laughing as she and Minsuh appear on screen. Little title cards appear above their heads from where they study in the library, lost in their textbooks. I grin, all of this appearing a little surreal.

“I can’t believe we actually have a theme song!” Himari says. She’s the next one in the opening credits, trying and failing to flip a pancake. “Oh, come on, that’s how they introduce me?” Hoseok laughs beside her, his eyes darting from the screen back to his soulmate.

Next is Ichika, and I notice Taehyung scooting a little closer to her and she hides behind her hands. She’s opening the door to the apartment, her lopsided smile greeting the cameraman as she invites the cameras inside.

“This is the best part!” Jimin shouts.

The cameras follow Ichika inside the apartment and catch their next victim for the opening credits: Aera.

She’s clearly in a rush, probably running late for work. Careening down the stairs she freezes once she sees the camera, quickly pushing her hair out of her face as she waves before rushing out the door.

“See, told you it was the best part,” Jimin mumbles, Aera dissolving into a fit of giggles beside him.

Namjoon scoots closer, adjusting so that his right shoulder is just behind me. “Ready for the next part?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

Kyung-soon and I appear on screen, and I can hear my friend groaning from where she sits with Jin. We share a look across the way.

We’re sitting on the couch in the living room, locked in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors. Kyung-soon wins, and she throws her hands up in triumph right as our title cards appear. I get up wordlessly, walking straight out the door.

Despite how strange it is to be watching the documentary after all this time, I find myself shaking with laughter. Maybe we are kind of entertaining to watch, after all.

“Do you remember what we were playing for?” Kyung-soon asks me.

“I think it was over who had to call the takeout place.”

She laughs, returning her attention to the screen. I find myself avidly watching as well.

Episode basically from here until just before the end, enjoy! (actions/dialogue in real time will appear in as normal text, whereas the documentary is in italics)

Himari and Aera sit in the kitchen, both of them staring down at their breakfast. Himari glances up at Aera, noticing her worried expression.

“I’m sure they’ll call you soon. Anybody who turns you down is a complete idiot.”

Aera nods, not saying anything. Jimin reaches out to hold Aera’s hand. Minsuh comes in from down the hall, stretching.

“Morning,” she says around a yawn. “Any news A?”

Himari answers for her friend. “Not yet. What do you have going on today?”

Minsuh reaches for a bowl, waving at the kitchen camera like she does every morning. “Nothing much. I think Seohyun and I are going to study for a while, she’s going to help me prep for an exam I’ve got coming up. What about you guys?”

“Ichika and I have lessons. Want to join us, Aera? Brush up on your Japanese?”

“No,” Aera shakes her head. “I’m going to start getting Beth’s room ready.”

“Oh!” Himari grabs her phone from her back pocket. “That reminds me, I have to call that little punk.”

I gasp at Himari, my friend giving me a shy smile and shrugging.

Himari places the phone on speaker while the other two girls quietly eat their food and wait for me to answer.

“Was this the day before I flew out?” I ask no one in particular.

“Yeah, I think so.” Himari responds. Suddenly my voice cuts through the audio, and I physically cringe. Namjoon chuckles, reaching a hand up to steady me as I rock back against his chest.

“I knew you were going to call me,” I say, and Himari rolls her eyes while Minsuh snickers. “What’s up?”

“Are you all packed and ready to go?” Himari asks.

“Yeah, I think so. My flight leaves in...six hours. I’ll start heading to the airport in a couple of hours so I get there on time.”

“Hey, when’s the last time you logged anything?”

It’s silent on my side of the line for a while. “Er...a while.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“No, probably not.”

“Well this is me calling you and telling you to do your log before you leave. BigHit sent us some of those questions, answer them if you don’t know what to say.” My voice starts to cut in but Himari cuts me off. “I mean it! If you don’t I’m making sure you sleep on the couch when you get here.”

My sigh is audible, Aera looks up at Minsuh with the ghost of a smile.

“Ok, will do. I’ll log it as soon as I get off this call. How is everybody?”

Minsuh pipes up. “Hey Beth! We’re good!”

“Am I on speaker? Hey Min! Who else is there?”

“Just me,” Aera says, leaning closer to the phone. “I’m about to clean up your room so there aren’t any cobwebs. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, B. I miss you.”

“Aw, I miss you too A. You don’t have to worry about my room...but make sure nobody has stolen my Jeju Island photo. Where’s everybody else?”

The camera jumps to another location, answering my very question. Kyung-soon is walking up to a nice looking apartment, double checking some files before kindly greeting a couple. She must have had a client.

Again the camera jumps, this time to a different continent where I’m settling down before my camera as I record my first log in months. I’m sitting at my kitchen island in my apartment back in the states, a picture of all the girls and I hanging on the wall behind me.

“Hello camera, it’s me again. Sorry for not logging in a while, I’ve been busy. And now I’m about to leave in a couple of hours to catch my flight to Seoul.” I look at my phone before me, reading something off of it. “This will be pretty quick, but I’ve got some of the questions BigHit sent me, so I’ll try to answer a few before I have to leave. Sound good?”

I scroll through the list of questions, eyebrows furrowed as I try to find a good one. “Hmm, it looks like these have gotten more and more personal over the years. I guess I’ll go with this one: ‘what do you look forward to the most returning to Seoul?’”

Shuffling in my seat I bite my lip as I stare down the camera. “I think I just get excited to be back with everybody. I know I don’t usually say anything like this, but I really miss them when I’m gone. I’m kind of stranded out here in the states. It’s hard to be here and know that all six of them get to stay together while I jump around from place to place. At least I’ll get to stay for a solid six months this time around, maybe more. Just depends.”

Namjoon fidgets behind me until he’s directly behind me. Slowly he pulls me back against his chest until I’m laying with my head tucked under his chin.

“Wow, this one’s intense. Should I just answer it? I doubt anybody will actually ever watch this. I feel like my logs are pretty boring. It says, ‘if you could go back and say anything to yourself three years ago, what would you say?’”

I lean back against my chair, pushing my hair out of the way. “I’m not sure I would really say much. There was just so much going on, it was information overload. I remember when I woke up the next morning, I thought everything was a dream. My sister had no clue, so I just left her a note and left our hotel to go on a run.” I laugh a little, recalling the memory. “I probably looked so crazy! This white girl running around Seoul like a maniac. I finally got to a point where I stopped, and finally was starting to calm down. Then, ha! Oh my gosh I remember this like it was yesterday, seriously. I checked my phone and saw that I had a notification from Weverse. It said ‘RM commented on so and so’s post’ and I lost it. Right there in the middle of this random park I started bawling. I was so overwhelmed.”

Namjoon’s grip tightens on me, and I take a deep breath. I’d honestly forgotten that I’d even done this log, I really didn’t think they’d put it into the documentary.

“So if I could go back to three years ago, I think I’d go to that moment and just give myself a hug. I was so terrified and had nobody to talk to. I’d hug myself, and say, you figure out how to keep moving forward. Just enjoy the ride, because it’s a crazy one.”

The screen fades out, my voice still narrating as I talk over the others girls’ actions. Kyung-soon is helping that couple to sign some paperwork.

“It’s definitely been crazy, but I’m better because of it.” I narrate and Kyung-soon gives an award winning smile to the couple, saying her goodbyes before heading back to her car.

Now we’re watching Minsuh laugh about something with Himari in the kitchen.

“I don’t want to think about where I’d be without my soul sisters, they mean so much to me. I really never thought I’d meet people as amazing as them in my life.”

Aera is in my room, sweeping and straightening my photo of Jeju Island.

“Sometimes I still wonder if there’s been a huge mistake and I’ll get a call from BigHit saying that I don’t actually have a soulmate. Things are so good that I think they may be too good.”

Seohyun jogs in a park, making faces at the camera each time she passes in front of it.

“But I’ll just keep living this dream for as long as fate will let me.”

Ichika struggles up the stairs to the apartment, grocery bags all over the place. The camera shakes as it’s set on the ground, and the cameraman assisting her.

“And as for the last question for this log… ‘if you could say a single sentence to your soulmate, what would you say?’”

Suddenly we’re back in my apartment, where I give a side smile to the camera.

“Hey Namjoon, wanna go out sometime?” Winking at the camera I lean up and turn it off.

The screen goes black, and then words cut across the screen.

Final Installment- Episode 132 “Finally.”

Everybody comes back to life as the introduction to the final episode ends and the rest of the episode starts up. Namjoon leans down to whisper in my ear.

“I’m sorry for making you cry in the park that morning.”

I shake my head. “I can’t believe you’re apologizing for that and not for trying to kill me earlier.”

My body shakes with Namjoon’s laugh, and we settle down to continue watching the documentary before us.

Kyung-soon stands in the living room with a huge mass of balloons before her. Minsuh comes up behind her, staring in awe.

“That’s a lot of balloons.”

Kyung-soon nods, biting her bottom lip. “Do you think it’s too much?”

“No, I think it looks great. Just, how are we going to get them into the car?”

“I have no idea.”

The two of them discuss possible game plans as Himari wanders in looking at her phone.

“Ok everyone! She’s over the ocean between us and Japan. We should probably get going. Wow,” she finally notices the balloons. “Looks good, Soon-ah. Don’t fly away, though. Seokjin would be so upset.”

Footsteps sound as the other three girls come in, each one’s attention going straight to the balloons.

“Ha! That’s amazing.” Ichika says. “She’s going to die when she sees that.”

The scene cuts to the airport, the girls anxiously waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Himari once again checks her phone for my flight information.

“It says that the flight landed fifteen minutes ago, she should be here any second.”

Aera nudges her. “Yah, you’re acting like your long lost lover has finally returned.”

Himari raises her eyebrows. “And?”

“Oh, there she is!” Seohyun shouts, and sure enough I appear on camera. Hat down low and a mask on I wave at everyone. A few people pause to look at all the commotion before continuing on.

Namjoon whispers to me again. “You look like a celebrity with your hat and mask.”

I chuckle, watching my reunion with the girls that only happened earlier this week. “I felt like one, too.”

My soulmate lets out a breathy laugh when the girls start teasing me, asking me what my reaction would be if he were the one to pick me up from the airport.

“You know, I’ve noticed that you’re really good at avoiding teasing.”

“I’ve had lots of practice.”

The documentary skips to our apartment, the girls hanging out in the living room debating whether or not to wake me up or let me sleep.

“I’m going to wake her up, she’s probably starving.” Aera says, and Minsuh follows her out of the room. The other girls remain in the room, Seohyun talking about one of her classes.

I nearly fall asleep in Namjoon’s arms, it’s so comfy. What brings me out of my stupor is the distinct sound of Seohyun’s rendition of “Mic Drop” and everybody laughing along with her.

I watch as we enjoy the show, Kyung-soon announcing to everyone that we’re going on ahead. Suddenly I jolt up, Namjoon jumping at the sudden movement. I remember what comes after this.

“What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks. “Did you see a bug?”

“No…” My attention is pulled into the documentary as Kyung-soon and I quietly converse. “It’s just - that was a hard night for me. That’s all.”

I can feel Namjoon’s eyes assessing me but I refuse to look at him for fear of him seeing right through me.

“If you’re uncomfortable we can go inside,” he offers.

Finally I look over to him. He calmly returns my gaze, awaiting my answer.

“I think I’m fine for now. Just, don’t judge me, ok?”

Namjoon nods fervently. “Never.” Extending his arms out, he pulls me back into his chest. “Let me know if you want to leave, and we’ll go.”

Kyung-soon and I appear on the balcony of our apartment, where we both study the stars above us.

“I can’t-”

“You have to. Beth, please don’t lock us out and keep all of these feelings to yourself. You don’t have to tell us every little thing, but you need to talk about it. Just because you don’t say it out loud doesn’t mean that you won’t feel scared or worried anymore.”

The tension is palpable as my sobs cut through the silence. I’m pretty sure Namjoon stopped breathing.

“I look at our boys, and I feel like they’re already complete. They have each other, they have ARMY, they’re complete. They have no idea that soulmates are even a thing, let alone that they have soulmates. There’s a part of me that’s mad about that. Mad that for the last three years I’ve been waiting for a man that is already happy without me, that is already more loved that he can even fathom. Mad at freaking Mr. Bang, because he refuses to tell them until the ‘time is right’. It’s been three years! And I’ve picked myself back up and tried my hardest to continue on in my career, and it’s fulfilling. I have the most amazing friends in the world, my family is so loving and supportive, and I love my job. So why do I feel so lonely?”

Namjoon wraps his arms around me tightly, and I feel that strange ache in my chest again. This time, though, it aches and aches until it cracks. With it, come the tears.

Like a dam come undone the tears flow from my eyes as the echoes of my sobs from the documentary cut through the night. Namjoon holds me tighter, tighter until he’s all I can feel.

“You know what, come here.” Namjoon says, his voice thick. He stands, pulling me up with him. We’re near the back, so nobody really notices us as Namjoon pulls me away. He leads me around my beach house until we’re completely blocked from view. The audio from the documentary follows me, and I keep my eyes trained on the ground as the tears blur my vision.

Namjoon finally comes to a stop, his hands resting firmly on my shoulders. I can’t bring myself to look up at him, thoroughly humiliated at one of my most vulnerable moments being on full display.

“Beth, look at me.” I shake my head, angrily wiping away my tears. He reaches up to catch a tear as it rolls down my cheek. “Look at me. Please.”

Again I shake my head, completely mortified at the situation I’m in. Wasn’t this supposed to be a fun trip? Worry-free?

“Ok, that’s ok. You don’t have to.” Namjoon moves to grab my shoulders again. “I just need you to listen to me. Can you do that for me?”

I clench my teeth as I nod, trying so hard to keep in my sobs.

“Alright. I am so-” his voice cracks and he takes a moment before speaking again. “I am so sorry, Beth. For all of it. For making you feel that way. I wish - I just wish we could have avoided all that heartache and pain. You were so strong, for so long. You still are, I can see that. From the second we first met I saw that you are strong and the most incredible person to ever walk the earth. I might be a bit biased,” I croak out a laugh which seems to spur him on, “but nobody can change my mind about you. I was lonely, too. Did you know that? Even with all the love I receive every day, I’m still lonely. Do you know how infuriating that is?”

Steeling my nerves I peak up at him. My heart twists further when I see the tears running down my soulmate’s face. He continues on, paying them no mind.

“I felt like there was something so wrong with me, but I learned with time that it’s normal. Everybody feels lonely. It’s a horrible feeling, and confusing sometimes. Especially when it feels like you have every reason to be happy. But we’re human. This is part of our human experience, as much as it sucks. Beth,” Namjoon rests a hand under my chin when my eyes fall again, gently urging me to look up at him. “I don’t feel alone anymore. That’s because of you. Just seeing you, I feel like everything is going to be alright. Do you see how amazing that is? I’m not lonely anymore. Please, Beth.” He releases a shaky breath, the earnestness in his eyes bringing a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. “Let me try. I don’t want you to feel alone anymore. Let me in,” Namjoon gestures to his heart, “and I swear I’ll never leave.”

Staring up at him, I know he’s telling the truth. I can tell he means every word he’s saying. But I have to know. I have to ask.

“You’ve been promising a lot of things,” I mutter, inhaling sharply as the tears rush down my face. “Are you sure you can keep all your promises? Please, Namjoon. Please don’t promise me something you can’t keep.”

Gently brushing the tears from my face, Namjoon leans in. Slowly, and close enough that I can see the light reflected in the tears still on his face. My heart, limp and weak as it may be, jumps at the close proximity.

“Do you mind if I make another promise?” Namjoon whispers before his lips brush up against my cheek. I freeze as he licks the salty mixture from his lips before moving to the other side.

“N-no,” I mumble.

Just there, the only warning I have is the feeling of his warm breath before he sweetly kisses away the remaining tears on my other cheek.

He pulls away just enough to look into my eyes. “I promise that I will never make you a promise that I cannot keep.”

Eyes drifting down to my mouth he tilts my head up ever so slightly. My eyes drift shut of their own accord, the only thing keeping me tied to the earth being Namjoon’s hands that hold me like I may break at any moment.

The first brush of his lips takes my breath away, the feeling so light that I wonder for a brief moment if this isn’t all just in my head.

Slowly he deepens the kiss, just enough for the salty tang of my tears on his lips to seep into my senses. The bittersweet taste has me reaching out to him, hands fisting the material over his chest. I cling to my soulmate as he clings to me, and even the world slows for a moment in order to accommodate this moment. Fate has never been my friend, but in this sliver of time I feel that it has been uncommonly kind to me.

By the time we pull away, resting our foreheads together, the ache in my heart has subsided. Namjoon’s hands slide down to my waist, holding me in place. As if I’d go anywhere.

I look up at my soulmate only to find his eyes still shut, drinking in the moment. Taking the precious seconds fate has given me, I study him out. Bliss suits him.

As though feeling my gaze, his eyes slide open. A small smile crosses his features, and the word that I have come to associate with Kim Namjoon over the past couple of days reappears in my mind’s eye, hanging over us like the stars in the sky.

Perfect.

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