#namjooon fluff

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Heavy breathing

THE CIRCLE! THE CIRCLE! A CIRCULAR STORY! OMG OMG OMG I LOVE HOW IT SO UNDERLIES THE FLUFF. EVERYTHING IS THE SAME AND YET NOTHING IS AND NAMJOOON IS BACK AND THEY'RE GOING TO TALK AND AHHHHH!

promise - 14 (knj)

Chapter 14 - On To 2019!

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Summary- Another year, another New Years party at jungkook’s

word count- 3.1k

pairing- college!Namjoon (previously asshole!Namjoon) x Reader

rating- PG15

genre- collegeau, e2l, idiots2l, fluff, angst

warnings- none

a.n- I’m feeling feelings so I’m releasing this early. Please enjoy promise back from hiatus!

special s/o to @magicshopaholic for beta reading you the best 🥰

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“Oh my god, dude! Why are you always late! It’s almost midnight!” Jungkook yelled as soon as he opened the door, pulling you inside with your elbow, uncaring of the snow that got dragged into his foyer as well.

“I’m sorry! I was stuck on a stupid bug-”

“No! No work talk. Only drunk talk!” your best friend stated, somehow manifesting a shot glass out of thin air and handing it to you. Shaking your head in endearment, you downed the high-end yet still putrid vodka as he grinned.

You had missed your friends. After graduation, everyone seemed to have scattered, leaving only Yoongi, Hoseok, Amber and you in the city where you had all gone to university. Gone were the days of living together and rowdy parties; all you had now was the routine of corporate jobs and weekends spent recuperating.

It wasn’t all just monotonous adulting though. Occasionally you all would pile up in Yoongi’s car and go to the city two hours away where Jungkook, Jisoo, Jieun, Jimin, and Irene were. Those were the weekends to remember, where you all would spend Fridays huddled together in Jungkook and Jisoo’s obscenely large first floor apartment watching movies after movies and Saturdays clubbing till the sun came up.

“My best friend!” Irene exclaimed as she saw you, enveloping you in a hug that crushed your bones, surprising for a woman her size. It melted your heart seeing all your friends gathered around Jungkook’s living room just like old times. It wasn’t too long before one shot turned to two and then into a rowdy few as you all settled around the coffee table playing drinking games and reminiscing about your alcoholic college years that seemed light years away already.

“Oo! Ride the bus, Y/N,” Hoseok screamed gleefully, clapping as Amber rolled her eyes and you whined. Riding the bus was a dangerous game to play, especially with your array of house rules. The game was fairly simple: four playing cards set in a row where you had to guess the color of the first, the suite of the second, whether the third card was higher or lower than the second, and finally if the last card had a number or a character. Simple enough, except every time you guessed wrong, you had to take a shot and start all over again, new cards from the deck being placed on top of the ones that were face up.

By the time you had successfully ridden the bus, the deck was half done and your vision was blurry, alcohol racing through your veins and escaping as little giggles between your lips. You relaxed into the sofa as your friends danced around you. Jimin had decided it was the perfect time to do a strip tease for Irene, swaying to the music as all of you cheered him on, throwing money at him. It wasn’t a party unless Jimin found a way to be in his underwear in some way.

It had been so long without your friends’ antics that you were giddy to be in the audience, just observing from the couch as the countdown began. However, something was drastically different from all those years. Somehow you had become the odd one out, the only single one in a room full of couples. The feeling only intensified when the clock struck midnight and you had to watch them exchange kisses. It felt lonely and you tried not to let it bother you, channeling that energy into gratitude for being around the best people you knew. Standing up as everyone cheered in the new year, you walked over to each of your friends, giving them a loud, obnoxious kiss on the cheek, making sure that the red of your lipstick transferred the shape of your lips onto their skin.

“No, do it right,” Hoseok whined when he noticed that his cheek didn’t bear the same bright scarlet as the rest of his friends, forcing you to search your bag for the lipstick amidst your giggles. Lips refreshed, you turned to him, grabbing his jaw and landing a loud peck on his cheek. He smiled broadly in victory, running around the living room with his arms in the air obnoxiously singing the tune of Final Countdown with Amber running after him to make sure his socks didn’t slip on the hardwood floor. Earlier melancholy forgotten, you grabbed your stomach, breathless from laughing at your friend’s antics as you collapsed on the couch, wheezing and eyes shut in glee.

“So when’s my turn?” a voice called to you, forcing your eyes to open in shock because you knew that deep baritone, you knew the teasing lilt to it, had dreamed about it. In the commotion that Hoseok created, you had missed Jungkook letting in another guest, one that you didn’t think you’d see any time soon.

Namjoon stood in front of you, his hair longer than ever before, silver gray bangs falling into his eyes and lengthening into a mullet behind his ears. He was dressed in a comfy black sweater and ripped jeans, and it felt like your brain short circuited, eyes blinking in disbelief as he chuckled at your expression.

“What?” you asked, not knowing if it had always been so hot in this room or if the alcohol in your blood was making you warmer, but your face felt like it was on fire, ears burning and heart pounding as you stared at him. He was supposed to be in California.

He chuckled again, his dimples deepening as he sat next to you, thighs touching yours and an arm stretched behind you on the back of the couch before he was leaning in, whispering to you conspiratory and repeating his question, “So when’s my turn? I promise I won't be flaccid like Hobi.”

Ignoring the fact that he somehow remembered the teasing question he had asked you two years ago, you focused on his voice, raspy and intentional, the syllables resounding through you carrying the heat from your face to between your thighs, tensing them in anticipation as he leaned in. But then you remembered why you were shocked to see him there.

“You were supposed to keep in touch,” you replied coldly, watching his smile fade as you stood up and made your way to the patio, grabbing a bottle of soju from the table. Months apart had scared you, made you feel as if you had imagined that night in front of your shared apartment, had imagined the way he kissed you and turned your life from a monochromatic grayscale to technicolor.

The two of you had texted a lot in the month after, Namjoon keeping you up to date on his move and you sharing your stresses about graduation. But with time, the messages dwindled to radio silence, adult life taking a toll on you both. After sometime you had resigned to the fact that he would be just another passing character in your story, just another person who got away, someone who fate had cruelly snatched away from you. You had spent the last two months trying to rewrite the story, trying to find someone else to cast as the lead. You had gone on blind dates set up begrudgingly by your friends, on Tinder dates with dudes that were more creepy than they were cute - you had even thought about messaging Taehyung, trying to shoehorn him back into your life. But your heart was stuck on that elevator, right between Namjoon’s fingers and his promises.

“So were you,” he replied, having followed you onto the patio, both of your socks soaking in the cold melted snow. He leaned on the railing next to you, watching drunk people pass by on the busy downtown street, friends talking animatedly, hugging each other, couples holding hands – the calm between the two of you a sharp contrast. Taking the bottle from between your fingers he took a long sip, your eyes following the bob of his throat before he stopped, licking his lips. “You said you were going to wait for me.”

He seemed hurt. His eyes were dark, brows furrowed and lips in a pout as he stared at you, making your stomach drop. Guilt hit you like a boulder, rooting you to the spot as you remembered his plea from so many months ago.

“I’ll be back next year. I’ll be back and if you’re… if you still like me. If you still want me, I’ll be here… I’ll be here, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes burned, tears bubbling over your face. You always had been a crybaby when you were drunk but the force of his words had your lip quivering pathetically. Your tears blurred the way his face morphed into concern, but you couldn’t see him even if you wanted to. His rainforest scent enveloped you as he brought your face to his chest, hugging you to him. You hadn’t realized how cold it was out there until you felt his warmth around you, cocooning you from the icy chill. He swayed with you a little, trying to coax you into a better mood but all you did was hold him close, fingers clawing at the back of his sweater as you spilled your apologies into his chest.

“Shh… It’s okay. You’re okay, Y/N,” he murmured, a hand stroking your head gently, fingers moving to your jaw when you looked up at him, face flushed and tears streaming down your cheeks. He smiled at you softly, cupping your face and wiping your tears with his thumbs, chuckling as you whined his name.

“Yo Kim Namjoon! What the fuck?”

The door to the patio opened to a livid Hoseok, mouth downturned as he took in the tears on your face. Marching over to the two of you, he took your hand pulling you away from Namjoon and shielding you with his body. Namjoon wasn’t much taller than him, but Hoseok’s anger made him tower over the man, words spilling out of his mouth. “I helped you with this surprise and you’re gonna make her cry?” he seethed before launching into a tirade against the poor guy. To his credit, Namjoon stood there with his head down, listening to your friend questioning his sincerity.

“Hobi. It’s not his fault,” you spoke softly, trying to calm your overprotective and over liquored friend. He stared down at you, watching your expression intently before seemingly finding what he was looking for and sighing. With a pointed look at Namjoon he left the two of you alone, the air now awkward and stilted.

“I’m sor-“

“I missed you,” Namjoon interrupted, hands in his pocket as he looked at the floor worrying his lower lip. You didn’t expect the simple words to have such an impact on you but they left you reeling, blossoming in your chest into vines that gave life to your feet, moving you towards him like strings on a marionette. Before you knew it, you were hugging him, arms clinging around his neck, pulling him impossibly close. His arms followed suit wrapping tightly around your waist and lifting you up till your legs were wrapped around him too. Despite the celebrations around you, the world was silent except for his breaths muffled by your sweater.

“I love you,” you whispered, not sure if you could say the words out loud so soon but too eager to hold them back anymore. His grip loosened at your words, making you slip a little lower on his body before he was moving his hands under your thighs to pull you back up, walking towards the wall to steady you. The cold brick permeated through the thick layer of your sweater, your face moving away from where it was buried in his neck so you could look up at him, unable to hold back your giggles at his expression.

“You look constipated,” you teased as you took in his flushed cheeks, curled lip and scrunched eyes. His expression changed at your words, turning stoic in a deadpan stare for a few seconds before morphing back into an embarrassed giddiness.

Instead of retorting like usual, he crashed his lips onto yours, a little chapped from the weather but you didn’t care when they fit so perfectly against you. It was shocking in the best of ways, lighting your body on fire till your lips were moulding into his even more, your tongue eager to taste him after so long. You felt powerless to the way he jiggled you in his arms a little, making you slip a little lower, your chest pressed against his, your thighs winding even tighter around his waist.

Oxygen was irrelevant as you kissed, your exhales akin to whimpers as the cool air melted against your heated face. Namjoon had always been bigger than your friends, hours in the gym manifesting in broad shoulders and strong arms, but in that moment he felt like a rock, reliable and stable, his arms wrapped over your thighs and his hands holding you up. He moaned your name between his searing kisses, the sound igniting an inferno within you, wanting him so much closer.

And then he stopped, panting as he held you, his forehead against yours, his grin just a few centimeters away making your eyes cross as you stared at his eyes pooling with warmth. His smile met yours a few times, the little pecks inflating your heart within your chest, pumping it full of adoration.

“I love you, too,” he whispered, making your heart burst into confetti, its gold flakes swimming in your blood, turning your vision as rosy as his cheeks. You couldn’t help but laugh, kissing him once again, your euphoria finding home in his lips. His hands slowly moved up your body, letting you root your feet on the ground as his fingers cupped your face, thumbs tracing the apples of your cheeks as they rose with your smile.

Your smiles remained infectious as the two of you made your way back into the apartment, soggy socks freezing your toes. Your friends cheered, Jungkook exclaiming “Finally!” as he spied your laced fingers, and Hoseok apologized sheepishly. Like the bubbles in your champagne you felt like you were floating, sitting on Namjoon’s lap with his arms around you as you watched your friends sing their favorite karaoke songs, each one of them proudly flaunting the red kisses you had given them. Namjoon seemed to have noticed that too, frowning as he leaned down to pick up your purse from the floor. Fishing out the tube of lipstick, he held it out with a pout, turning his cheek towards you.

“Me too,” he requested, his hand softly running up your thigh making you shake your head as you complied. His face lit up as your lips met his cheek, somehow surprised that you would kiss him despite the little makeout you had had merely half an hour ago. He scrunched his nose when you moved away, dimples on full display as he looked at the floor and smiled shyly. Cupping his jaw, you raised his eyes until he was looking at you and kissed his lips, loving the way he seemed shocked before relaxing, his arms winding around you. He didn’t deepen the kiss, content to just let it be gentle and soft, like he had been waiting forever to kiss you.

You had been waiting forever too, waiting to be with someone you were proud to introduce to your friends, someone who didn’t want to hide you, someone who wasn’t afraid to kiss you in a crowd, someone who didn’t expect that kiss to rush into something more. When you separated, he joined the conversation, talking to Yoongi about some new rapper that had debuted recently under a label the two of them followed, while you just stared at him, smiling goofily.

Hoseok appeared then, eyes a bit red and lips turned into a lopsided grin as he laid across the couch, his body draped on the four of you. “I love our family,” he professed giddily, ignoring his girlfriend as she tried to get him to stand up, instead happily recounting each of your group’s qualities that he was grateful for. He flopped onto the floor when Amber was successful in one of her tugs, wrapping his arms around her ankles and calling her his queen. She rolled her eyes but you could see the blush on her cheeks.

“I have the munchies! Someone do a McDonald’s run!” Irene yelled suddenly from where she was sitting on the floor between Jimin’s legs. Her foot poked Hoseok’s butt as he whined. He was always the one to brave walking outside to get nourishment for the group and you laughed as he protested that he was too worshiping his goddess to move, much to Amber’s chagrin who had resigned to her feet being Hoseok’s pillow and was sitting next to him.

“We’ll go,” Namjoon offered, grinning when you agreed, hand on the small of your back leading you to the door. Bundled up, he took out a red beanie from his coat jacket, putting it on your head and kissing your nose. It seemed so easy to walk with him, his arm around your shoulders as if the two of you had always been together. Yet the thought startled you. Were you together? Did he have to go back? Would the two of you still be bad at texting now that you had been reunited?

It seemed that Namjoon could read your mind because he pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head. His pace didn’t falter but his voice was a little hoarse as the two you neared the golden arches.

“We should talk,” he said softly, making your stomach drop, butterflies in your belly bouncing around in a flurry as if they were as panicked as you felt. Nothing good ever started with those three words, but you trusted Namjoon. After all the ups and downs and the will they won’t they, you trusted him enough not to shatter your heart. Even if your reunion was momentary, you would survive because you got to experience it with him, with his arms around you like they belonged there.

So you wrapped your arms around him, opening your heart as the next words left you.

“Okay,” you replied, bracing yourself for the inevitable, your smile as unstable as your heart. “Let’s talk.”

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To Make A Power Couple (knj) | 8

Chapter 8: Housewarming

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Summary- Finally moved in together, Namjoon and Y/N relish their time together despite their schedules and stupid misunderstandings

word count- 8.8k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, smut, slight angst

warnings- extreme domestic fluff, mention of parental death, alcohol consumption, kink shaming (kinda? idk man), dom!joon, sub!reader, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, rough sex, marking, somewhat daddy kink, orgasm denial), safeword use (yellow), Namjoon being whipped but also being a dumbass, Y/N just trying to chill, Namjoon’s obsessed with her ass ig

a.n- apologies for this chapter taking literally forever! but i give you fluff for your patience. so much fluff omg. can i move in with joon already? but also we cant have this much fluff without a sprinkle of angst. 

special s/o to @himbojk​,  @pars-ley​, and @s0seo​ for beta reading parts for me  and easing my worries 💕

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“Are you sure about this? It’s only been six months honey.” Your mother looked at you through the screen and you felt your heart tighten. She had that worried look on her face, the one that tells you that she will respect your decision but isn’t too happy about it. She looked different too, the wrinkles around her eyes more pronounced as she frowned and you wish you could convince her of your decision.

“Seven, actually. I love him, mom. I thought you liked him?” She had been nothing but supportive of your relationship, trusting you to make the right decisions. It had been the two of you for so long when you were younger that it always felt weird that you were on your own now. When your father had passed away when you were starting high school, she had done everything in her power to ensure you never felt like you were down a parent. As a senior partner at a management consultancy, she had long hours and business trips but she always picked you up from school and often took you with her on her business trips. Her trips are the reason that by the time you finished high school, you had been to pretty much every major city in North America. Not to mention that watching her working is the reason you were so good at what you did now. 

You remember when the first year after your father’s death you had to go to a father-daughter school dance and she donned one of his old suits to take you. You danced with her that night, surrounded by your peers and their fathers, but smiling at her as you nuzzled into her neck, her scent mingling with your dad’s on the clothes. You felt safe and you decided you never wanted to disappoint her. Maybe that’s where your drive to succeed came from - from ensuring that your mom, who worked long hours but still had a homemade dinner on the table when you came back from school, was proud of you.

“I do like him, honey. Namjoon is probably the best boyfriend you’ve had. I’m just worried you both are moving too fast.” She sighed as she sipped her tea. “He’s a rockstar, I just want you to be happy but what if things changed?”

“A rockstar?” You giggled. Sometimes you forgot that your mom was kind of old school, not beyond judging a book by its cover. “He’d probably die of embarrassment to hear you say that.”

“Y/N I’m just saying. Be careful with your heart.” Her voice was stern as she looked at you through the screen, her eyes narrowed with her warning.

“I know mom. I’m sorry. I trust him, you know. I don’t think I knew what love was till I met him. Having him around makes me feel safe, less lonely.”

“He’s still responsible for my daughter being in a cast.” After the incident, your mother had grown a bit wary of your relationship. She knew he was famous but she never realised just how many sacrifices the two of you had made to be together. You knew she was aware that Namjoon would never hurt you but you still felt bad that she was worrying over what was an anomaly. Speaking to Namjoon, you knew that something of the sort had never happened to him and his members, even to his other idol friends. The thought of it being such a rare occurrence had given you assurance and you hoped it would translate to your worried mother an ocean away.

“Mom! It’s not his fault. We’ve been over this!”

“I know, I know. I’m your mom. I’m just worried.” She sighed as she resigned from the conversation. You knew your mom had your best interests at heart but she didn’t know Namjoon like you did. She had met him twice over the screen and then had spent countless hours googling him and sending you clips of him breaking things with texts calling him out (“he better not be this clumsy with your heart”). You love her but you never know how to convince her that she had nothing to worry about. “Anyways, how’s my favourite son Harry?”

And so the conversation moved on from her qualms about your soon-to-be live-in boyfriend to your business as you told her about the plans you had for your company and talked about your friends. As you went to bed after hanging up, you looked at the empty side. It was the first time in weeks you were sleeping without your boyfriend but you were giddy as you thought about the morning when he would finally move in and you would never see that empty side again.

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“Baby why are all your shelves empty? Why have I never noticed this before?” Namjoon stood frowning in the kitchen with a box of his dishes and cutlery, something you made fun of him about since he notoriously lives on take out, as he placed his plates in the shelves above your kitchen counters.  

“Really Joon? Do you know who you’re dating?” You giggled as you hopped off the counter you were sitting at and stood next to him. Reaching up to extend your uninjured hand as far as it could, you looked at him as you just about reached the bottom shelf. You were not that short but whoever designed this apartment thought the shelves looked extra elegant if they were extra high. 

“Aw! You’re so cute!” He cooed as he patted your head condescendingly, causing you to scowl and narrow your eyes at him. Before you could retort, he put his arms around your waist lifting you so you were eye level with the shelves. “See? Now you can reach! Teamwork!”

You laughed as he put you down, turning around to wrap your arm around him. “Can’t believe we live together now,” you whispered into his chest as you felt him kiss the top of your head. Placing your chin against him you looked up, speaking in a hushed tone. “Promise me you won’t start hating me and my little quirks.”

“I could never hate you, as long as you promise not to get annoyed by me practicing in our living room.” Namjoon looked at you with a wide smile, as he cupped your face, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You hugged him as you looked across the kitchen island towards your large living room. The large shelf in the corner that once only housed only your books and vinyls was now filled with pieces of your boyfriend. The top shelves had his books with his own organization system (apparently organizing books based on colours was too chaotic for him) as his little collectible figurines stood at random places. Not to mention the tiny baby shoes he had added on one of the shelves (“They’re just cute! I’m totally not picturing a cute fat baby with your doe eyes!”). 

You both had added another shelf near the balcony that now housed his extensive plant collection, in fact you had never seen this apartment more green, little plants scattered in the corners. In addition to your framed posters, there were now paintings from his collection, eclectic pieces that lit the blank white walls in color. You both had even moved the couch to the corner and added a mirror on the nearby wall that not only made the room look larger but would help Namjoon if he ever needed to practice his dances. 

You sighed contentedly as what was once your home now became the both of yours, your hobbies and tastes intermingling in a perfect union. The den was now a studio, soundproofed and full of midi boards and amps - it seemed like a piece of Namjoon had a place in your home. The two of you had gone back and forth over where to live, whether to move into his house or buy a new place completely, but in the end you had decided your apartment would be best since it was close to both of your work places and because it housed the most memories you shared.

“Oh! Or we can buy a new place?” You looked up at Namjoon’s profile from where you laid next to him, you head in the crook of his arm, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, right above where your cast ended. You were both in bed, a few days after he asked you to move in together, eager to figure out where you would embark on your latest relationship milestone.

“What about here? I like it here. This is our spot.”

“Really you wanna move in here?”

“Yeah this is where we had our first official date. This is where we found out that Ken Burns documentaries make you fall asleep-” He grunted as you smacked his chest at his comment, laughing before continuing. “This is where I first found out how much I love your food. Heck, that living room was where I knew I was in love with you!”

“Oh? You haven’t told me that before.” The two of you turn on your sides to look at each other as you grinned at him in anticipation.

“Yeah it was like a few weeks after we became official. I came over and you were at the gym and when you came back we ordered like a massive pizza and you were so giddy while eating it, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m sure I had literal heart eyes.”

“You know you really like me and pizza together,” you joked as you played with the necklace he had given you, his hand coming to fiddle with the chain as well.

“What can I say? I like you covered in sauce.” He laughed as he held your chin and brought you in for a kiss, humming gently when you separate.

“Be honest though, you totally fell in love with me when I agreed to recreate that porn you like, didn’t you?”

“Ah fuck! You’re right, that’s like the number one reason we should move in here. This is where we found out calling me daddy makes you gag.”

“Yes I’m sure it was just calling you that and not your stupidly big dick.” You both broke into fits of laughter holding on to each other, falling back into the comforting silence, before Namjoon broke it looking at you with a smirk.

“So how about we break out that riding crop again? Hmm? Get you in some of that sexy lingerie?” He moved his arm lower from where it sat on your waist to your hips, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pajamas.

“But baby you said you loved my batman underwear,” you whined jokingly, giggling with your arm around his neck as you looked at him coyly.

“Honestly? I love you in anything.” He said earnestly as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, moving his body to lay on top of yours carefully avoiding your injured arm. “Or nothing…”

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The first week of living together was odd. The two of you had spent the month after deciding to move in together planning so much, even buying new furniture, but now that you were living together it was weird. It wasn’t a bad weird, in fact it was a very, very good weird. You and Namjoon had never lived with a partner before and much like when you first got together, it felt easy. Maybe it was practice from when Namjoon was over all the time, but it just felt so effortless being with each other.

You would be lying if you said your mother’s words hadn’t opened up an insecurity within you. You were messy, sure it was an organized mess, but you were messy. You tend to forget where you put things, and when you’re stressed even the smallest of inconveniences make you snap. However, somehow Namjoon just slotted himself into your life so seamlessly, you were finding it hard to believe how lucky you were. 

On Monday, you came home and as usual threw whatever jacket you were wearing on the floor, he followed, silently picking it up and hanging it. Namjoon was organized and that made you remember where you left your keys on Tuesday, because now they were always in the cute little crab shaped plate near the foyer. On Wednesday you were infuriated with work and when you went to pee when you reached home, the toilet seat was up causing you to nearly topple in. But unlike usual when you would’ve torn whoever did that to pieces, you broke into a laugh, dialing Namjoon at practice and telling him you missed him. On Thursday, you had your doctor’s appointment to finally get the cast off, and when you returned home to excitedly show off your new arm, Namjoon frowned at the large scar before kissing it repeatedly and spending the night worshipping you. On Friday, the two of you saw the smog warning and donned some masks going to Yeouido Hangang Park, melding in with the mask-wearing strangers enjoying convenience store kimbap and beers as you read your book aloud to him, lounging on the sloping greens. That was also when he learned you didn’t know how to ride a bike, making it his responsibility to teach you.

“I still can’t believe you don’t know how to ride a bike!” Namjoon laughed as he held onto the handlebars. You struggled to keep the balance, your feet resting lightly on the pedals of the rented bike as he slowly pushed you. 

“I skateboarded instead! You tell me that once you land an ollie!” you huffed, now pushing on the pedals, albeit gently. Namjoon found your hesitation adorable. He loved discovering these different sides of you. The fact that his always confident girlfriend seemed scared of something as simple as a bike when she was apparently doing tricks on a skateboard, made his heart swell. It was like you kept all your embarrassing secrets for him, you told him things that no one knew about you, and he couldn’t wait to discover more. 

For Namjoon, moving in had been as easy as breathing, even though it had barely been a week. On Monday, he took a homemade lunch to work for the first time in a year. When he opened the box, the smell of your stew lingered in his studio and every time he returned from a meeting that day, the scent made him smile. On Tuesday, you came by his building to pick him up, waving excitedly as he wrapped up a livestream and tried not to giggle like a fool in love, which he very much was. Wednesday, he was having a tough time getting the new dance routine down, but then you called him out of the blue and it made his heart flutter, reenergizing him to finally nail the steps. When your cast came off on Thursday, he was again filled with guilt about his part in your attack, but your assurances helped him ease his mind. However, not as much as you screaming his name when he made you cum for the third time on his tongue. Namjoon had never felt so connected to someone before. Usually he would be scared to share so much of his life with another person, but with you he couldn’t wait. He felt extremely lucky just to be in your presence, soaking in the determined look on your face as he taught you how to ride a bike.

“Okay shit. Nevermind that’s really hot. Let’s go skateboarding next time,” he smiled at you mischievously, knowing that he was going to let go of the bike any second.

“I haven’t done that in ten - Oh my god! Don’t let go! Why are you letting go?” You looked behind you to see Namjoon put a thumb in the air in encouragement.

“You’re a big girl, you can do it. I believe in you!”

“I hate you! I’m gonna fall! How do I stop?!” You could feel the wind blowing through your hair as you steadily picked up speed, and you were terrified. How did you let your tree of a boyfriend talk you into this? There was a reason you had legs, why did you need these stupid wheels?!

“Just push the brakes and put your leg out.”

“Joon! Namjoon! I’m gonna fall!” You watched your life flash before your eyes as you cursed, falling on to the grass, your bike between your legs. Namjoon jogged up the few meters to stand above you, almost doubling over in laughter, causing you to cross your arms where you laid pouting at him. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Sorry! I just - you were going so slow! You literally fell in slow motion!” He continued laughing, even having the audacity to wipe a tear off his eye as you glared at him, before moving the bike and helping you up. “Come on up. There we go!” He beamed at you making it much harder to be mad at him when his eyes squinted in that adorable way they do when he’s extra pleased.

“If I break my arm again it’s your fault.” You leaned into him as he put an arm around you, the other walking the bike back to its station. 

“Sorry, sorry! Okay I think that was enough practice. Let’s go home.” He pulled you closer, the bike now firmly locked and no longer charging him through the app. With your arms around his waist, you kind of felt bad giving up on learning so easily. He had seemed so excited when he suggested biking around the river.

“Sorry I can’t bike with you. I wanna share your hobbies!” You pouted, making Namjoon swoon.

“Baby we literally share like seven million hobbies. It’s okay if you don’t like biking. I hate all the Shark Tank episodes you make me sit through.” He laughed as you looked up at him, even with the mask covering half his face you could tell how his dimples would be poking through his cheeks at your comment.

“You said you liked them!”

“It was a month into dating you. I lied.” You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance as he smiled smugly. You knew he hated that show, he would always be getting up to go to the bathroom or get snacks during the pivotal moments. Well at least he was committed enough to not be on his phone when you watched together. Now that you think about it, he must really love you to sit through the marathon you had of it last month.

“So what else do you hate?”

“Arthur C Clarke. I don’t get why you love 2001 so much. It’s so pseudo philosophical and the sequels suck.”

“But the monolith Joon! The spark of curiosity and ambition! And like the combined consciousness! Come on!”

“Eh. Pretentious. Douglas Adams did it better.” He shrugged.

“I can’t believe you! Those are like two different concepts!” You laughed as he dissed one of your favourite books, enjoying his warmth against you as the two of you waited for the car to pick you up in the parking lot.

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Saturday would mark the first weekend of you both living together, and so it was time to celebrate. The two of you had taken the day off in preparation for the first party you would host together, in the apartment you lived together. Just the thought made you giddy. You walked around the grocery store, stocking up on snacks and alcohol as Hayoon, Namjoon’s favourite security personnel, helped you carry the basket that kept getting heavier. You still found it weird walking around with the 195cm, extremely buff older man, but with the attack still fresh in your head, it was comforting having the looming presence. You had noticed that people didn’t even look twice at you, when in the past your foreigner status would have had at least a few staring at you.

Thanking Hayoon for carrying your supplies and bidding him a goodbye, you walked into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing to music playing from his earphones. Somehow in the midst of cleaning and moving furniture to make room for the twenty something people you both had invited, he had started working. You couldn’t blame him when you yourself had taken the time in the car to answer a few emails. It gave you the perfect opportunity to share your present with him.

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” You walked over to block his view of himself in the mirror as he rolled his body to some unknown tune. It was quite funny watching his concentrated scowl turn into confusion, barely hearing you.

“Hmm?”

“Stop dancing! I’ve got a surprise!”

“Can’t stop babe I have to get this down before Monday.” Namjoon looked over your head into the mirror as he continued practicing his choreography, making you roll his eyes.

“Hmm maybe Kook would wanna go instead,” you said nonchalantly as you turned around and started to slowly back away, before Namjoon’s arm came around your waist, stopping you.

“Ah baby don’t do that. See, airpod out, I’m listening!” You grinned as Namjoon pulled his earphone out, stopping the music but continuing to dance.

“You know you look like one of the sims just dancing there without music,” you joked, giggling.

“Babbbbbe! Where are we going?” he whined.

“So you know how your favourite rapper is Nas?”

“Yes I’m aware.”

“I got backstage passes!”

“What? For me?” Namjoon stilled, a dopey grin on his face as you walked closer to him to show him the tickets on your phone. It wasn’t a huge present but when one of your clients had asked if you wanted to attend, you couldn’t refuse the tickets. It helped that your client owned the stadium the performance was at and had accommodated your special requests for privacy.

“And you get to watch from this barricade so you don’t have to worry about paparazzi or fans and you can just enjoy the show!” Namjoon’s heart swelled as he heard your words. You never failed to surprise him with how much you went out of your way to make him comfortable. Lately, you’d been making him want to declare your relationship to the world. It was a dumb fantasy and the two of you had talked (argued) about going public, but between the two of you it seemed that you were more against it.

“You’re coming with me right?” He put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I don’t know, I know I just said you’ll have privacy but what if someone sees us together? Maybe you can take Yoongi.” You look up at him with a frown, your hands on his chest, as you assessed the different ways the concert could affect your privacy. He hated how you had to overthink such a simple outing, mirroring your frown as he reached to relax the crease between your brows before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Shut up. I’m only taking you. The whole world can watch!” He grinned making you roll your eyes. 

“You scare me with how easily you just said that.” You swatted at his chest. It really did scare you with how easily he’d been saying that lately. He wasn’t really an impulsive person, he usually thought everything through to the utmost detail and so his recent exclamations were worrying you. It’s not that you wouldn’t like to post one of the thousands of couple photos on your social media, it’s just you were worried about how toxic some netizens could be.

“Would it be so bad if everyone knew?” He pulled you closer, arms circling your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with a little smile, wanting to play out his fantasy.

“Joon I’m not risking your career so we can go on a few dates.” You sighed, picking at his shirt at his chest where your hands laid.

“My fans will be happy to see me happy, baby.”

“Ugh let’s not argue about this right now. Do you like your surprise?” You put your arms around his neck as you peck his lips.

“Only if I get to enjoy it with you.”

“Yes yes I guess I’ll go see one of my favourite rappers with you.”

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing his lips to yours to kiss you gently. You returned it equally gently, getting lost in the warmth as he molded his lips to yours, tilting his head to get a better angle and squeezing your ass as he brought you even closer in his embrace. Before things could get heated, you pulled away, smiling as he followed your lips, eyes still closed. You pecked his lips a few times before moving away completely.

“Hey don’t let me distract you. Practice!” 

“You’re such a tease. Meanie.” He pouted as you walked away with a wave in his direction, smirking at his petulance. 

“Love you too Joonie!”

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Namjoon was drunk. He promised himself at the beginning of the party that he would stay sober to ensure his first party with you went seamlessly, but then the Ilsan boys showed up. The Ilsan boys were his high school friends, dubbed so by you. To say you liked them would be a stretch, since he always got too drunk when they were around, but he couldn’t help it. They made him forget all about being an idol and let loose. They were some of the few people beside you and his family that had that effect. Sitting on the couch that was pulled up to the window, he felt the alcohol race through his veins, and he was in his feelings. Beside him, Harry talked to Sehun, one third of the Ilsan boys as they talked about some tv show. He was happy, so happy he was smiling to himself as he rocked his feet on the ground, a beer in hand. He was happy and as he watched you across the room, he was also a little annoyed.

You were talking to Kang, another one of the Ilsan boys, as Jungkook stood with his arms on top of your head for support and Hoseok laughed at some joke you made. Before the party the two of you had decided not to be the couple that only hung out with each other, and since this party was literally just your closest friends, it was not that hard to do. But right now all Namjoon wanted to do was be petty and shove Jungkook off of you, wrap his arms around you instead and tell you how horny your skinny jeans were making him. Alright, correction. Namjoon was drunk, happy, and horny. 

He bit his lip as he followed your curves with his eyes, watching the way your chest rose as you laughed, and the way your throat moved with each sip of your whiskey. Okay, that’s it. Screw the decision, he was walking over. Plus, he had stayed away for the past three hours, even had to watch you belt out his favourite My Chemical Romance song as you wiggled your butt, that had to count for something. He made his way to your little group, swaying a little as he shoved Jungkook a little too aggressively off you, making him protest over his spilled beer, before putting an arm possessively over your shoulder. He grinned as you leaned in, continuing your conversation.

“As I was saying there is no way Y/N is a sub. No fucking way!” Kang bellowed from where he stood. Namjoon’s brows furrowed at his comment. Why was he talking about his girlfriend this way? He felt an irrational surge of anger through him. He knew Kang was crass, his talks often devolving to his sex capades a few shots in, but did he really not respect Namjoon enough to be talking this shit in his own home about his girlfriend during their housewarming party?

Namjoon’s grip tightened around you protectively as Kang kept talking about your sex life. You only hummed, seemingly bored as you drank. Turns out you were playing a game, instigated by Kang of course, where you had to guess the other person’s kink, and if someone guesses correctly, you drink if not then the guesser drinks. Apparently you were in the spotlight for the moment.

Namjoon tilted his head, eyes narrowed at his childhood friend and raised an eyebrow. Kang, luckily for him, got the hint, shutting up with an apologetic glance at Namjoon. However, everyone else in the little group seemed to have missed this little interaction.

“I don’t know… I’ve seen hyung’s porn collection. He definitely has a daddy kink.” Jungkook scratched his chin as he slurred out the words, like he was trying to decipher a difficult math problem. 

“Dude Y/N would rather puke than call Namjoonie daddy.” Hoseok laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you with a knowing smirk. You laughed, a little too hard in your tipsy state, and Namjoon felt his blood run cold. You had definitely said those words to him, even pretended to jokingly gag when he brought it up the first, and only, time. He stood straighter at Hoseok’s comment. Had you told him about this? Why would you tell Hoseok of all people? You weren’t even close! 

His jaw ticked as the group laughed, oblivious to the sudden hurt he felt. He felt exposed, naked and vulnerable, all because of you. He didn’t know if his feelings were elevated with the alcohol in his body, but he suddenly felt like he was losing all trust in you. You didn’t even seem phased, not noticing that his arm was no longer around you as you giggled at their antics.

“Okay. Time to reveal the winner!” You started, your arms wide and voice low as Jungkook used Hoseok’s chest as a makeshift drum, tapping at it lightly in a drumroll.

“Nope.” Namjoon couldn’t help but cut you off. There was no way you were sharing intimate details of your sex life with these idiots. He didn’t know how things worked in Canada, but here in his house he sure as hell was not hearing his friends talk about your kinks. He grabbed your wrist, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the table before dragging you into the guest bathroom by the kitchen.

“Aww Joonie! Now I have to do three shots!” You pouted at him, oblivious to the storm brewing in his head.

“No.”

It was all he said before he crashed his lips to yours, taking your surprised yelp as an opportunity to roughly press his tongue to yours. He didn’t know what overcame him, he initially wanted to talk to you but something about the utter lack of remorse on your face snapped something in him. Oh those guys didn’t think you were a sub? He was going to prove them all wrong and make you beg for him while no one outside had a clue. It was his biggest turn on after all, to see you confidently striding through every room demanding respect and attention, only to turn into an obedient little girl for him.

He had been horny all night, rocking a semi every time he looked at you, and your little moans as you wrapped your arms around him now only made him harder. He kissed you with more force, removing your hands from around him and pinning them to the door behind you as his lips ventured down your neck to where your blouse started.

He let go of your hands, pleased to see them remain immobile against the door, and reached for your jeans, the same jeans that had been taunting him all evening. Kissing down your body, he pulled the jeans off your legs, turning you around roughly once you stepped out of them. With your ass in front of his face, he couldn’t help himself, biting at the flesh, smirking at your surprised yelp.

He stood up behind you, bending you over the sink. Pulling your shirt up and gripping your jaw, he placed the hem in your mouth. He kissed your neck, keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror as his hands pulled the cups of your bra down to grope you firmly. You didn’t know what had gotten into him suddenly, but you were not complaining, your shirt getting wet as did your panties. Wordlessly, he continued, his hands roaming your body to reach your heat where he didn’t hesitate to slide your panties to the side and thrust two fingers in, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch. 

At your moan, his lustful eyes met yours as he increased his speed, the sound of your squelching pussy filling the air. Namjoon couldn’t help himself anymore, he needed to be inside you, teach you a lesson for being so oblivious to him. Unbuttoning his jeans, he released his dick, already dripping with precum at how turned on he was at the prospect of one of your friends knowing what was happening behind doors. Without a second thought, he lined himself up at your entrance to plunge himself right to the hilt. 

You moaned at the sudden aggressive move, your skin tingling with excitement to see your boyfriend this needy for you. Namjoon didn’t usually get this aggressive right off the bat, and his rare sexual desire made you heat up, mewling at the stretch. You braced yourself against the counter as you watched Namjoon’s face contorted in pleasure, his jaw tight as he rammed himself into you again and again, leaving your breathless and with your legs shaking.

“Fuck… I can’t believe we’re fucking in the bathroom… at our own party!” you moaned at a particularly hard thrust.

“That’s what you get for being such a fucking tease all night.” Namjoon leaned closer to speak in your ear, his chest molded to your back as one of his hands pulled your nipple while the other turned your head towards him, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your neck. You need more, needed to kiss him, needed his fingers on your clit, anything.

“Joonie…” you mewled, looking at him pleadingly.

“Ah don’t try to get all soft on me now baby.” He smacked your ass, aiming right where his bite mark was visible, making you preen. “Did you think you were funny telling Hobi how you gagged on my cock when I called myself daddy, hmm?” His hips moved hard, pushing you further into the sink, your walls clenching around him and you were sure your hips were going to bruise from where they slammed against the counter. Your skin was pebbling with goosebumps and you felt like you could feel every vein on his cock as he continued to move in you. With his hand on your jaw, he moved your face towards the mirror, enjoying the way your mouth was held open and eyes wide with want.

“Answer me baby. Did you like embarrassing me in front of our friends?” Namjoon knew he really shouldn’t bring his issues into the bedroom, especially when you allowed and trusted him with how you gave up control, but the concoction of hurt, anger and beer in his veins overrode his rationality. 

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you at his words, finally realizing what had gotten him so riled up. Making eye contact in the mirror, you couldn’t tell if this was all part of a scene he’d come up with or if he was serious. Before you could say anything, he spanked you again, his thrusts slowing, but somehow getting harder. Although you were concerned, you couldn’t deny how you could feel your orgasm rising, your walls tightening around him.

“Do you like seeing me get hurt in front of my friends?” He gritted out, his gaze darkened.

“H-hurt?” you stuttered, alarmed.

“Yeah baby, hurt. You think I like you sharing our secrets?” He was back at your neck, nipping the flesh and soothing it with his tongue. “You think I liked you and Hobi laughing at me, pretty girl?” he sneered, but you could see past it. Behind the lust in his eyes, he was actually hurt, his eyes glistening, and although you were enjoying this sudden, surprise sex, your needs could wait.

“Joon… fuck… yellow. Yellow.” You grunted, despite your body begging you to let him continue so you could cum. Suddenly Namjoon froze, pulling out. His eyes softened immediately with concern as he ran his hands up and down your arms to comfort you.

“Shitshitshit sorry! Was that too much? Too rough? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He spoke fast, trying to gauge your expression in the mirror.

“Are you okay? Are you actually mad about Hobi?” You turned around, cupping his face as you looked up at him. He sighed, biting his lip a couple of times and contemplating if he should talk about it now.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I just - it kinda fucked me up.” He averted your gaze, opting to look at the wall next to the two of you, and you felt your heart ache at his words. “Like I was pretty vulnerable when I shared that kink with you and I get it - it’s cliched and basic and you weren’t into it but I feel like you guys were laughing at me. I don’t like getting laughed at by my girlfriend behind my back with one of my best friends.” He looked at you towards the end of his statement, the fiery look back in his eyes. You knew he was mad, but truly he had no reason to be. In fact, thinking more about it made you sad that he would think that you would purposely kink shame him or laugh at him for any reason.

“I’m so sorry Joonie. It’s not even like that. I’m so sorry baby. Do you wanna talk about -” But before you could finish your sentence, he spun you around again.

“No.” He spoke firmly, lining himself once again, fully back into his dominant persona. “Much. Rather. Fuck. My. Frustrations. Out. Colour?” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips, making you mewl, your earlier lost orgasm revving back up slowly.

“Green. Fuck Joon!” He bent you over further at your words, holding tightly to your hips as he fucked you.

“Tell me when you’re close, baby. You don’t get to cum tonight.” He spoke, his voice strained from his harsh movements. Oh, he must be really mad. Namjoon took pride in making you cum, often overstimulating you, but this was new. He’d never flat out denied you an orgasm before, and the thought made you want to cum even more.

“Joonie. I’m sorry. Please... fuck! You feel so good.” You mewled, looking at him with puppy eyes. You didn’t know how long you could hold your orgasm if he continued, the coil in your stomach tightening at his every move.

“No can do pretty girl you gotta learn your lesson.” He smirked, spanking your ass for good measure, the slap ricocheting through the walls of the small bathroom. You really hoped nobody needed to pee, glad that the music was pretty loud, you could almost sing along to the SHINEE track in the background.

“Please daddy?” You knew he was mad at you for this, but in your lust-addled, desperate mind you just wanted to do anything to please him.

“Fuck off! Don’t make me ban you from cumming all week.” He gritted out, almost panting with how fast he was going, chasing his own release as he spanked your ass twice. 

“God. Oh my god, Joon!” You felt him get sloppy, almost on the brink of your orgasm. Namjoon could feel you tighten impossibly hard, and with one last thrust he pulled out, stroking himself before cumming on your ass with a loud groan. You whined, your head on your arms as you felt your orgasm ebb away, your clit throbbing in need.

Namjoon leaned next to you, catching his breath, as he looked at your wrecked state, legs shaking, hair a mess, your tits hanging out of your bra.

“Did you cum?” he asked, stroking your hair as you looked up at him.

“No…” He kissed you at that, gently and quickly.

“Good girl. Now let’s clean you up, we have a party to host.” He buckled his pants, as he handed you some toilet paper, fixing your shirt, and once you cleaned up, helping you put your pants back on. He was still hurt, but weirdly sated. He knew it would take time for him to get over this, but he still felt lucky knowing that you’d understand as he watched you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“Joon, are you still mad?” You spoke after a few minutes, voice uncharacteristically meek, making Namjoon wish he waited till after the party was over, so he could tend to you properly after being so rough.

“A little. It’s just kind of stings right now.” He spoke after a few beats of contemplation leaning against the sink. When in other relationships, he got used to just saying he was fine, with you he felt that he could be honest even if it hurt, and although he still felt somewhat betrayed, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry, truly. I swear it’s not what you think. We weren’t laughing at you, promise! I love you.” You looked at him with such sorrow that he almost felt stupid for having such feelings, wanting to pacify you, but he knew you’d hate it if he did so.

“Ah don’t make that face.” He pouted at you slightly, cupping your face in his hands.

“What face?” You ask, eyes wide, cheeks a little squished by his hands and he felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“That face! Makes me want to kiss you.” He whispered, before capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

“Joonie… baby, talk to me.” You pleaded, you hands on his, but he just leaned down to peck your forehead instead.

“Shh, yellow on this convo for now. Let’s just go back to the party. I love you too, pretty girl.” He smoothed your hair once again, before moving to the door. He paused at your lack of movement, turning around to see you frowning as you looked at him. He knew you wanted to talk it out, it was in your nature to solve problems immediately, but Namjoon needed time. If he talked about it now, he would probably get angry, or worse start crying. He needed to think things through. 

“Even when you’re mad?” you said quietly.

“Even when I’m mad. Now let’s go before anyone figures we’re missing.” He took your hand and walked you out, the party none the wiser of your little indiscretion. However, if anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed how off the mood was between the two of you, your smiles not reaching your eyes, and your cups always empty.

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You stared at the screen, the cursor blinking as you tried to put your thoughts together. This expansion into Japan was going to be the death of you. You had been working on the strategy for months now but nothing appealed to the board who never lost the opportunity to remind you of your age or lack thereof. With your combined shares Harry and you could technically override any of their decisions, but antagonizing the board further would only lead to more problems in the future so you just grinned and bore it. 

You had spent all day at the office trying to figure out the new strategy to beat out the competing company that already existed in Tokyo to get sufficient market share to make the expansion viable. Siwon had been kind enough to be your scribe while you word vomited at him but as you looked at the page now it made little sense. You were kind of embarrassed that he had to type out this bullshit.

Frustrated at your lack of progress, you looked at the clock, and reading the 11:34 pm displayed there with a grimace as you stood up to walk to the kitchenette on your floor. Starting a pot of coffee you talked to yourself as you fidgeted with the cups, stacking them this way and that. You kind of wished Harry would’ve stayed late tonight to talk through the strategy with you but apparently Jen had been pretty annoyed with all his late nights so you had no choice but to do it alone. You didn’t mind it as much usually, you enjoyed the silence of the empty building, enjoyed filling it with your favourite songs as you worked through your thoughts.

Tonight however you were pretty annoyed to be working late. After the party, Namjoon had spent Sunday sulking about, still refusing to talk out what you thought was a minor issue of miscommunication. If you were being honest, part of your frustrations tonight might be due to the fact that a part of your brain kept pestering you with the same thoughts. Mom was right, you moved in and look, already not talking to each other. If you can’t resolve this tiny fight, how will you have a future? He’s probably sick of you already.

Trying to practice your coping mechanisms, you let the thoughts pass through your head. They were just negative thoughts, they did not define you as a person, do not react to them. You took a deep breath, focusing instead on the task ahead.

As you walked to your desk with your third cup of coffee of the evening and thought about your business plans, you started resenting your board more and more. It was one thing to want a flawless strategy but they failed to understand that there was literally no strategy in the world that would be as risk averse as they wanted. They thought you too impulsive, too bull-headed to do something that was low risk. They had the audacity to think that you were building all the riskiest strategies on purpose when in reality to get the outcome you wanted there had to be an equal amount of risk to go with it. Sighing, you started typing your thoughts, bulleted, on the doc as your phone rang.

“Namjoon?” you asked as soon as you picked up the phone, a bit surprised that this is how he was choosing to break his pseudo silent treatment.

“Just called so you’re not startled.” You heard Namjoon twice, once in your speaker and once from right in front of you. Regardless of his efforts, you jumped in your seat to see him standing in front of you. Holding your hand on your heart, you looked up at your boyfriend standing over your desk in a matching pair of grey sweats and sweater, a black mask under his chin as he looked at you with amusement at your reaction. It never failed to endear him how you were easily startled at the smallest things. 

“Did you eat yet?” He asked as he leaned over the desk, his lips puckered. Sighing a yes, you kissed him, feeling your stress reduce at the touch, relieved that he seemed to be more open to communicating now.

“What brings you here?” You asked, reclining back in your seat as Namjoon pulled up a chair next to you.

“I just got done. Thought I’d pick you up.”

“How did you even know I was still here?”

“Boyfriend senses.” He winked, his arm resting on the back of his chair. You raised an eyebrow, skeptical, and really wishing he didn’t go all the way home to come back. “Fine. Siwon texted me. You know it’s bad form to worry your assistant so much he has to call your boyfriend for back up.”

“I’m sorry he texted you.” You leaned forward in your chair with a sheepish smile. Inside however, you were glad Siwon had given Namjoon a push to talk to you. Knowing Siwon you were sure it wasn’t a random concern but probably born out of your talk with him this morning.

He made a noise stating his displeasure at your apology and shaking his head, before reaching out to hold your hand where it lay on your lap. “So when’s this due?”

“Can we talk about Saturday night?” You answered his question with your own, dreading a mood swing, but impatient to explain your side and ease his worries. You really wanted things to go back to normal. Even though it had only been one day, you missed him. He had barely cuddled you in his sleep the last two nights, and you missed the intimacy, and as needy as it sounded in your head, you just wanted him to hold you.

He sighed deeply, leaving your hand to run his hands over his face. With his elbows on his knees, he hunched down, covering his face. He really should let you explain, but he was tired from practice and he didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to deal with an argument. “It’s okay. I’ll get over it.” 

“Please. Let me explain.” You stood from your chair squatting in front of him and pulling his hands away to make him look at you. With another sigh of resignation, Namjoon nodded for you to continue.

“Hoseok doesn’t know anything. He said that as a joke randomly.” You spoke carefully, watching Namjoon’s eyes widen as he frowned. “Honestly he’s been your friend for so long I just assumed you told him that’s why he was looking at me like that. You know I didn’t agree or disagree. I just laughed because of the memory.”

Namjoon felt like an idiot. It was such a simple explanation. He was kicking himself for not thinking about this earlier, for spending a whole day avoiding you. As he looked at the earnesty in your eyes, he wanted to go back in time and smack himself on the head for making you feel guilty over this non-issue.

“I’m a fucking asshole,” he groaned, covering his face as he rolled his chair away from you in shame. You stood, walking over to him before pulling his hands away yet again, sitting in his lap sideways. His hands instinctively went around your waist, making sure you didn’t slip off. 

“No I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” you whispered, frowning as you put your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

“I’m such an idiot,” he sighed, rubbing his hand on your thigh, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. “Also, I’m sorry for earlier.”

“For what?”

“Not letting you cum.” He looked so devastated, his lips pulled down by his guilt as he stared at you, that all you could do was giggle. It was silly that he thought some of the best sex you’d had was bad just because you didn’t cum.

“It’s fine you were in your dom persona.” You smoothed his hair as you kissed his cheek, making him shyly turn away from you, before he looked at you with a determination in his eyes.

“No it’s not fine. In all the research I’ve done one thing they always warned against was domming angry or like using it to resolve issues or punish your partner in a way they didn’t know what started the punishment, and I don’t know what came over me. I was mad and it was unfair of me to use our kinks against you.” He ranted, his frown getting deeper as his grip around you got tighter. With all his goofy antics around you usually, you forgot how serious Namjoon could get, and although the two of you had promised each other to be honest, it was still jarring to hear his rant. It meant he had been thinking about his actions and it bothered you that he was feeling guilty. When he stopped to take a breath, you brought his lips to yours, kissing him with all the affection you could muster. It wasn’t hard - showing him you loved him. In fact, it was the easiest thing to do, as you let your lips assure him and ease the storm in his head.

“I’m perfectly okay Joonie. It was hot.” You chuckled as you broke away and met his gaze filled with adoration. You felt lucky to have him in your life, and although this fight didn’t seem to have lasted that long, you missed him. Kissing him at midnight in your office, you felt content, your stress from the day melting away at his touch.

“Still. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you?” He said as he kissed you again. “Let’s go home, baby.” 

You stood and as you packed your stuff, he clung on to you, nuzzling your neck, equally missing your touch. Although you were headed home, you felt it in his arms already.

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7 Secrets | Rewind | *teaser*

She’s his soulmate.

He has no idea she exists.

- pairing: idol!Joon x soulmate, feat. idol!BTS x soulmates

- rating: SFW ya’ll. the fluff is strong with this one.

- word count: 200+ for teaser

a/n: hellooo! I’ve been planning this for forever lol, and big shoutout to @elyte​ who loved 7 Secrets enough to want to see more of the girls :’) they are seriously still some of my favorites. this is just a lil teaser but I hope you guys enjoy! this will act as a prologue to 7 Secrets, so if you’re curious about it, good news! the series is already finished! happy reading, and as always I’d love to hear from you!!

"I don't like you."

Bang Si Hyuk gave me a knowing smile, only causing my annoyance to grow. "You don't have to like me. Just...sign here, and here."

He slid the paper toward me, pointing at where I should sign the NDA. The pen twirled between my fingers as I allowed myself to skim over the writing once more.

Everywhere I looked, his name popped out at me. Taunting me or enticing me, I couldn't tell.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I finally gave in and traced my signature with no lack of aggression.

I hereby pledge to uphold the integrity of my soulmate, Kim Namjoon, and Bighit Entertainment by following the above mentioned rules and regulations.

Mr. Bang didn't mask his sigh of relief when my signature was well and truly printed out for him to see. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel like an item he'd finally collected. Perhaps I was. At last, he'd obtained the final piece.

The seventh soulmate. Like a shiny tea cup set; I was yet another matching piece to the famous band.

"Thank you, Beth," he said, taking the NDA and placing it inside his bag. "Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help you. You should know that I consider you my charge, now. Just as much as I consider Namjoon and the rest of the boys to be my responsibility."

I didn’t respond save for a small nod, waiting to either be dismissed or left alone. Outside the door, I could hear unfamiliar voices that sounded just how I felt. Confused, excited...

Terrified. 

“With that finished, are you ready to meet the others?”

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NAMJOON AND Y/N YALL! OPEN BOOKS!! I'M RE-READING MY OWN BOOK BECAUSE OF THE STUPID WRITER'S BLOCK AND OMFG- I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS?!?😂😂🤐😂😂

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[justcallmenikki7]

“Let me just love you.” Kim Namjoon

Summary: Namjoon feels guilty for being busy with the comeback and confesses to you how he truly feels and shows you how much he truly loves you

Request:  @blushingatyou I don’t see a lot of namjoon smut out there, so I’m going t h e r e: slow, sensual sex w him filled with praise and sweet nothings? Like, Joon knows he’s been very busy with the comeback and he wants to make it up to his gf so he switches up from h a r d dom to soft dom🤧

Warnings: smut, fluff, lots of fluff, sweet and soft namjoon, mentions of insecurities but nothing major, sweet confessions, and my poor attempt at writing smut but i honestly tried too. so that is a huge writing

Notes: i have been working really hard on this one because I really want to be able to write smut but i have erased it and re written it three times and i am still not satisfied. 

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“You know that you did not have to take me out to a Five Star restaurant as a way of apologizing for being busy with your comeback.” You teased your boyfriend, walking up the steps to your guys shared apartment. “McDonald’s and a movie would have been just fine.”  

Namjoon smiled down at you softly, “I know, I just wanted to treat you. You deserve to be treated as a queen.” His voice sincere. Grabbing your waist, he pulled you in close to him before leaning down and giving you short peck on the lips. “But I am truly sorry for being busy and not having time to spend with you. I feel awful knowing that you are stuck in this apartment a lot with no one around and I just wish that -”

“- Shsh.” You cut him off, placing your fingers on his lips. “Don’t start apologizing for living your dream. Joonie, you have worked so hard for this and I admire you for your dedication. I know what I was basically signing up for when you had asked me out on that date two years ago. I do not mind waiting for you.” You explained softly, giving him an honest smile before turning around to unlock your door. I will wait for however long it means that I can be with you because I love you, you wanted to say, but you did not. Namjoon’s hands held onto your waist as you did so, not letting go as you both stepped inside of your apartment.  

Namjoon kicked the door shut, letting go of you for not even ten seconds just so he could lock the door and then grabbing a hold of you again. You could tell that something was on his mind and that he was feeling extra touchy tonight, something that was not his usual character. Namjoon was not an affectionate person when it comes to skin ship. The only skin ship that you would ever get from him was either handholding that was out in public, cuddling that happened during night time where his arm would be resting on your stomach, or during intimate moments in the bedroom. You did not mind that, you also being someone who did not always have to be touching someone, being in their presence – especially Namjoon’s- was enough for you. But having Namjoon hold you like this, clinging onto you as if you would disappear, had your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach erupt.  

“Is something wrong, Joonie?” You asked him, turning around so you could be face to face with him.  

The man had a nervous look on his face, a look that had you worrying a little bit because you have never seen this look on his face in the whole year and eight months that you both had been dating. “I want to tell you something, Y/N, and it has been on my mind for the past six months.” He started off, voice wavering. His statement had made you anxious, the familiar anxiety that is not foreign to you washing over your body. You gave him an encouraging nod, silently telling him that you are ready for whatever he has to say. “Y/N, we met almost two years ago at a party that one of our mutual friends had thrown for a go away party. I remember seeing you for the first time and I thought ‘Wow, she is really beautiful foreigner.’ So, after having a pep talk with Yoongi who did not even give me much of a pep talk besides his ‘don’t be a coward and go talk to her.’ So, I did. After two shots of fireball I got the courage to go and talk to you. And my God, that was the best damn decision that I had ever made. Then I asked for your number and if you wanted to go out on a date, something I was nervous for because I did not know if you, a beautiful human being who somehow made my heartbeat go a little quicker, would say yes. But you did. After fifteen dates I had asked you to be my girlfriend and I was, and still am, shocked that you said yes because you knew how busy I was and still am with BTS and our band becoming the biggest in the world. Every night I pray that you will not leave because of it and every morning they are answered by you still being with me. Y/N, you are so beautiful and I have fallen for you so hard. I am in love with how you view the world with an opened mind. I am in love with your smile, laugh, and soul. I love how you always face any obstacles with a smile on your face, even though you want to give up and go to sleep just so you could forget about it. I love your voice, even though you hate it. It is one of the things that I can find comforting whenever I am stressed or angry. I can go on about you, YF/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. But what I am trying to say is that I love you. There, I said it. I love you so much, my love. You are someone that I want to grow old with and go and travel the world together. I love you, Y/N.”

At the end of his confession you were in tears. You had no words to say because you were so shocked and so relieved to know that he was in love with you. That you knew that he holds the same strong feelings that you do for him. Not knowing what to do, you grabbed his face in your hands and brought his face down so you could kiss him. You felt Namjoon relax in your hold, also relieved that you felt the same way, relieved that you were not going to turn him down. His arms tighten around your waist, holding you tight and close to him as he kissed you passionately, dominating your tongue with his. A smile spread across your face at his dominance, something that he holds greatly. No matter what he was doing, he wanted to be the dominant one, one of his many characteristics that you fell for.

“I love you, Namjoon.” You finally admitted, a huge smile spreading across your lips after saying those words. A smile spread across Namjoon’s face too, the both of you smiling at each other goofily. You knew that you would never get tired of saying those three words to him, and him to you.  

He pulled away slowly, breath fanning across your face, eyes staring deeply into yours. “I want to show you how much I love you.” He stated confidently, eyes swimming with love, but also with lust.  

Nodding your head, you allowed him to guide you to your guys shared bedroom silently, heart beating quickly. He did not bother with turning on the bedroom light, the moon light shining in through the window being enough. He stared at you with so much love, so much adoration, you felt as if you could die from how intense it was. He cupped your face with his big hands, bringing you both into a slow kiss that soon turned into a heated one. You moaned into the kiss, the feeling of his lips against yours always bringing you pleasure. Namjoon’s hands began traveling down your curvy body, something that Namjoon always found as a turn on. He loves your curvy and thick self; he loves your tummy and what you call a ��muffin top.’ He loves all of you, every inch of you.  

“Strip for me baby.” Namjoon commanded in his authoritative tone, causing shivers to run down your spine from it. Giving you one last peck, he grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed it tightly, drawing a small squeak out of your mouth. Doing as he said, you began undressing from your skinny jeans and blouse. You have never been one for dresses or skirts, not liking how your legs, and your body in general, looked in them. Namjoon always had said you looked beautiful in everything, but did not agree. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.” He commented once you were left in your panties and bra. “All of you is.” He brought you back into a kiss, letting his hands roam all over you once again, making a short stop at your bra so he could unlatch it.

He led you to the bed and gently lowered you down onto it, not once breaking away from the kiss. A moan escaped your lips when you felt his fingers dance across your clothed core, hips thrusting up into his hand. A chuckle left his lips at your actions, mumbling a ‘needy princess’ before giving you what you wanted. Namjoon wanted to treat you tonight – to show you how sorry he is for being gone all of the time and to show you how much he loves you. He is not going to go all, what you call, ‘daddy’ on you. No, he wants to make love to you and be gentle to you.  

Pulling your panties off, he began to trail kisses up your legs, and right to your core. A gasp left your lips when you felt his tongue on you, hands fisting in his hair. With each lick and suck on you, you were a moaning, trembling mess under his touch. It did not take long for you to reach your high due to the lack of his touch and from how skillful he was with his tongue.  

“N-Namjoon,” you stuttered out, not being able to finish your sentence, you came hard. A loud moan coming from you. You did not have time to relax, Namjoon not stopping his actions. You tried to pull away from him, out of his grasp from how sensitive you were from your orgasm. “Namjoon, to sensitive, too sensitive.” You whimpered out, pushing on his shoulders. “Please, I just want you.” You told him, relieved when he sat up. “I just want all of you.”  

“You have me.” He promised, bringing you both into a short kiss before he undressed.  

You were always amazed at how beautiful Namjoon is. It was no secret that he had self-esteem issues when it came to his body. He always compared himself to his bandmates, whether it was from muscle or dancing. He never has been confident in either of those things. You always told him that he was perfect the way he was and that he should not be degrading himself like that. Not knowing, you had helped him a lot with his self-esteem. All of your praises, compliments, and intimate moments had helped him a lot. You did not realize that Namjoon was fully undressed until you felt his hand push you softly into a laying position so he was hovering over you.  

“What? No doggy style?” You teased, causing the man to blush.  

“We can do that later, babe. Let me just love you.” He mumbled, a shy smile on his face. You giggled, but you could not deny the way your heart fluttered at his confession.  

The feeling of him entering you had you both moaning loudly, your eyes closing while Namjoon found his way to your neck. He licked and bit at your neck, creating love marks all over your neck. Once he was fully in, he did not move for a little bit, allowing you to adjust to him. Giving him the sign that it was okay for him to move, which was you bracing onto his shoulders and a kiss to his neck, he began slowly thrusting into you. The two of you were lost in each other, but it was different this time. Instead of the usual degrading names, it was praises and sweet nothings. It was not the spanking and choking, it was holding onto one another carefully. It was not heated make-outs and lip biting; it was slow and soft kisses. It was all new ground for the both of you and it was what brought the both of you to your highs.  

Namjoon slowly pulled out of you and laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. It was a comforting silence between the two of you, wanting the realization that the both of you love each other sink in. There was no need for words to be said, only a soft kiss and a smile was what all you needed. And that was how you both fell asleep that night – in each other's arms, knowing that you both loved each other and that nothing can stop that.

[namjoonchronicles]

wall of ours | nj

▶ I do believe in our galaxy.

Cruel as it may seem, loyalty cannot be measured. It takes years to built, and seconds to demolish, just like trust. Marriage is a gamble. It's a contract between two hearts, with principles and liability--some kind of law-abiding relationship coated with the presence of the most fundamental element as a foundation; which is indisputable, love.

"Namjoon, please don't forget to wash the dishes," you rushed outside to the living, shoving your phone into your purse, zipping it as quickly as you can while he handed you your car keys with a small smile. His eyes are in the shape of crescents as the corner of his lips curl upward. He placed one hand on the door frame, the other holding it open and lowered his face, fishing for a kiss from you. 

Your hands placed themselves on each side of his cheek and pull him down, giving him what he wanted with little to no hesitation. He chuckles through his nose when you reminded him once more that you needed the house cleaned wherever possible. "I'm really counting on you, okay?" You sang, your eyes twinkling at it meet his and he nodded, grinning. His bangs poking the corner of his eyes, and you fix it away with your finger, "You need a hair cut," you thumbed his cheek and he murmured in low voice, "You'll be late." Exhaling, you circled your arm around his neck, on your toes and buried your face in the crook of his neck, "I'm terrified."

You felt his hand in the back of your hair, with an assuring brush of lips on your shoulder, and a firm hold around the back of your ribs. And with that alone, he is wordlessly saying, "I have faith in you."

Because the foundation of marriage is to take the sweetness along with the bitterness of your significant other. Because being in love is to be imperfect together. It's to provide wherever needed and more. You and Namjoon had a long way to go to understand what each other doesn't say, but with every day passing, you are progressing. Namjoon became the gravitational force that keeps your universe in the orbits. Being with Namjoon makes the barricades blurs out; the uncertainties, certain, the doubts you have upon yourself, disappears when he's around. He is the one you hold on to when things looks unpromising, because in the world filled with inconsistency, he is the only thing that is firm and constant. He's your stone--the only one that holds you without strings, your secrets became his truth, a whole planet that watches over you even when he's far. To you, devotion is a big word but isn't deep enough to convey the feeling you have towards him. And God you prayed, you begged, for him to feel the same way.

With every touch, and every words--you're rest assured that he does.

The smile he puts on whenever he approached for a kiss, the subtle touches when no one is watching. Tipping his head up so you could brush your lips on his chin and he'll grin at the surprise, tightening his grip around your hand.

Maybe the scholars were wrong. Maybe there is no way we could accurately define love. Because it is in the food you make for him, the little scribbles of his writings on the tiny post-it notes, because it's in the way he looked at you across the room filled with strangers knowing only you, maybe it's in the way you tiptoed to his office and leaned your head on his shoulder in search for comfort--hoping, trusting, believing that he is the pillar you could depend on, rely on, a safe place to land, when everything is on fire, and demolished. Because love is in the way he takes you in, inhaling you like oxygen, and every subtle touches magnifies the thrill he felt for you, or the way his smile lingers after every kisses.

Namjoon spent the noon, washing the dishes. Keeping his phone on the loudest ringer, incase you sent a message or called when he's cleaning. He carries them everywhere he goes. He neatened the bed sheets and fluffed the pillows. Fix the curtains and tie them, to keep it open. Sneezes. He picks up the books on the floor in your reading corner and place them on the racks in alphabetical order. The blanket left on the rug reminded him of the nights before. He didn't think you'd say yes, but you replied, "I would love to look at the moon with you." He always thought that keeping track of moonlight calendar is something really corny but there you were, genuinely enjoying the time with him. Basking in the zealous moonlight by the window, surrounded by his favourite books. He really felt appreciated. So yes, yes he will clean this house the best way he could for the guests that are coming. He wanted to impress them but mostly, he wants to know more about you. And he knows that this guests will surely give him an in depth clue about you, since they've been around you, for awhile. And it's their first trip to the country.

Meeting them is like meeting a piece of you. Although they're aren't the perfect sculpture of what you're made up of, surely enough, they contributed some.

Because in every broken pieces of you that he sought after, collected and kept, he promises that healing only begins when you allow it to. "Don't value your professional life in the eyes of another," he spoke in murmurs, in the middle of the night, that night. When the streets of the busiest city quieted down, and your thoughts are screaming, his whispers were louder, more vivid and his face is all you see. Underneath that blanket, you created a world with him where all that mattered was you two. Thumbing your cheek, sleepy eyes and a small space between you two, it was a universe Namjoon arranged for you, to keep away the negativity, to negate the possibilities, to reveal all your insecurities like how he reveals his. The crescent eye smile he gave you when you told him that he has the cutest chin, the exchanging kisses on the nose and the little deep giggle that sounded like a hum, little music to your ear. The close proximity enables you to cater to him what his heart desired most, but couldn't ask for--devotion.

Rushing out the elevator, you dashed out the parking area and clicked open the car. "Why did it have to be today... of all day," you sighed.

You had to cover for a friend because she had decided to take an emergency leave for whatever reason and you weren't sure if you're opt to be functional today, knowing that you dislike to be thrown into a work schedule you didn't plan ahead of. Cytotoxic Drug Reconstituition is a very heavy division of the Pharmaceutical deperatment because it roams around specialised regiments for patients under chemotherapy. And although you've done your two-year training in it, and is about to be transferred there in a week time, there was no excuse for the head of pharmacist to be using your expertise just because her two assistants says that you're available. But because shit happens, you've decided not to think about it too much because it only brings you headache. And it's not like you can't. It was just, out of a sudden. Uncalled for.

Unexpected.

A Snicker bar dropped to the floor of the car. And you remembered all the incident that led to that chocolate bar to be bought. It was for Namjoon. Because like you right now, Namjoon too, felt insecure about himself, second-guessing, hesitating about something he shouldn't.

It was raining. Quite heavily that day. So much, that every parking space were taken. The wipers thudding end on end, and visibility decreased to 20%.

Trickling sound of the rain hitting against the windshield while he waits for you in the passenger seat, his eyes worrying over cars that couldn't pass through since you parked at the junction of a pretty wide road--and he couldn't help to move the car away because he doesn't have a driving license yet. Fishing his phone out, he tapped on your name and sent a message.

Him: did you find it? Wife: yup. I'm queueing to pay. Are we obstructing anybody's way? Him: so far, no... Wife: I'll be right there as soon as I can

And right there and then, his guilt rises. He stares quietly as you drove. Mapping the shape of your features in the back of his mind, his shallow and soundless breathing, he tightened his fist and loosens it. You took one glance at him and you said, "...do not. I know what you're thinking, and no." Namjoon blinked away, hiding his smile with his hand and pushed him further into the seat as if he had been found out. He hates how his thoughts becomes so transparent when it comes to you. He giggles but you know he is only doing that to take away the depth of the conversation he denied to have. He laughs, "...things would have become easier if I did. You can rest for awhile whenever you need to. Instead of driving me around. I feel less--"

"--don't say it. Do not say it. I forbid you," you warned him as you drive swiftly through the city street. "Less like a man when I can't drive," he exasperatedly sigh, staring out the window at the bushes, from a moving car. You understand why he felt that way. 

It wasn't the first time, and definitely, won't be the last. 

In the beginning of your relationship, Namjoon had clearly showed you that he is, pre-definitively ; nothing perfect. Early on, he hated the fact that he wanted you so much, needed you so much that all his efforts to approach you becomes the wall he vowed to never cross. His aloofness, his indifferent attitude, his withdrawn nature--facade he puts on in efforts to keep you at bay; all corrupted him into being delirious on his own.

Who was he to deny something so indefinitely strong? Who was he to fight his own fate? When did he get so co-dependant?

He had no one to blame, but himself. He allowed this to happen. Strangers to acquintance. Acquintance to friends. Friends to lovers. It was a classic tale of love not just at first sights. He knows he won't jump into relationship without knowing who you are, and what you are.

Therefore, he devised a life-long plan.

And it is going to be painful because he will convey many truths inside the conversations he will have. He was ready to carve himself into the man you wanted him to be, fill the mold of your deepest fantasy. His plan was to tell you that he'll become anything you desired.

But your answers silent him. It silent him.

Never before has he heard such depth of words coming from someone he knew. Especially about him. "I don't want to love what you pretend to be. I want to love who you already are, and who you will become as we progress... I want you. And all your broken pieces," you told him, eyes boring into his frightened pairs. He was unprepared. He knew he was unprepared and did all the necessary measures to feel equipped, but he was still heavily unprepared for what you bring with you--your spirituality and honesty. Lord, did it shakened him. Heavens, his heart slowed down the very moment he heard you say it. To know someone who would love even your broken pieces, is liberating. It felt like the planets finally aligned to ensure this would happened.

Where have you been all my life?

Until it hits him. "You haven't seen my broken pieces. How can you love it?" He murmured against the coffee as he brought the brim close to his plump lips, unintentionally pressing his dimples as he lick the residue by mashing his petals together.

"I am a very difficult person to love," he darted, "I lack a lot. I don't know anything about relationships." The last one he had was when he was a teenager who thought he knew everything there is about love and relationships, but goodness, how wrong was he. That was the relationship that dictates how he was incapable of love and being loved. Foolish, you'd say if you heard his thoughts. He forgots that time do educate, and wounds do heal. "It's going to be difficult to be with me," he added again. And to be honest, there's nothing you could say in return to that. But the way he pictured himself hurts you. He felt he is insufficient enough to deserve all the finer things in life. He worries about the possibilities before it even happens, and you could tell that this man has 'stopped and turned away' many times when it comes to love. "But still. You want someone to be with you," you whispered. And it baffled Namjoon how a whisper can sound so loud in his brain than in his ear. He was going to hurt you with his denials, but you're so persistent.

"I enjoy being with you, I really do... your work ethics, your antics, your everything," you trailed, "...suddenly, the world isn't that lonely anymore, now that you're here."

Your galaxies matched each other. Destined to meet, and you were hoping that he felt the same way. But his walls are the toughest to be brought down. Little did you know, he made you an exception. Because that rainy night by the tiny window, Namjoon spoke to the moon about possibilities without filters, without the tough exterior and bare his soul open while you watched the same night of clustered stars. "I met someone I don't think I deserved. Is it possible that I was allowed to have this person?" he pauses, setting his hand behind him as he sat on the floor next to the couch you have in your living room, with you. "Can I be greedy and want something I don't have confidence of keeping? Can I have this person?" his voice gets softer and he brought his face close to you, waiting for you to turn and face him. You were smiling gently like you knew the secret the moon told you. His lips parted a little and he whispered, "Can I have you?" He gulped while he waited for your answer. And underneath the moonlight, you both shared a lip-lock that would put Romeo and Juliet to shame.

It was a tantalizing sprinkle of confettis and glitters when your lips met his. A simple gesture of love that meant more than the lustful ones and you knew then, that this man loved you for you. Linking your forehead together, just enjoying the after bliss of a heartfelt confession--celebrating the innocence of two knotted hearts.

His insecurities is one of the many things you were married to. When you chose to spend your life with him, you chose to love his good as well as his bad. And frankly, he did the same.

Namjoon kept in track of your aunt's family. Took the initiative to  contact them through messages because you had to work. He knows that once you're inside the clean room (a room free of particles necessary for reconstitution process) you won't be able to come to the phone. You usually text him before you did. "Babe, I'm gonna go in now, I love you..." You left a voice message for him, and he replied with a red beating heart emoticon before texting your aunt. Namjoon is going to call them a taxi and have the driver send them to the apartment you share with him. But they haven't even gotten into the plane. Namjoon ensured that the whole house is vacuumed and filled the fridge with drinks and good snacks. There's lego pieces for your nephew to play with when he arrives. Namjoon heard that he breaks everything he touches too. He was looking forward to meet him.

The reconstituition process will take awhile. The previous pharmacist didn't finish the paperwork and didn't do the needed calcuations for the batch that needed to be delivered today before she leaves, so you were left doing that alone for hours. That irresponsible act had extended your working hours, annoyed you to the max and you're trying not to curse out loud with your assistant around, handling calls from angry doctors and nurses who are demanding answers on the late delivery of the bags they ordered. Through the intercoms (the only communicating device available in the clean room) beeped and you tipped your head at it from the inside. Your assistant, Hoseok asked, "Boss, are you alright? You need a bathroom trip? A phonecall to make? I'm bored out here alone..." His husky voice wasn't filtered at all. And you pressed the intercom to reply, haughtily, "I don't want the hassles having to do the scrubbing process all over again, so that's a no from me. Do I look like I'm having fun in here to you?" You snapped.

"I was just asking to be nice..." he whines, "There's this one doctor I don't want to talk to. He is from Ward 8B and his staffs are mean. That's why nobody wants to take the regiments in queue from that ward." He added. "...You can't nitpick on wards, because at the end of the day, we serve the patients. Being biased does not help in this situation. Even though they prove to be difficult, take that as a challenge... " you said in a nurturing voice, while syringing out Doxorubicin vial and into the infusion bottle. "Inspiring, no wonder they made you come here..." Hoseok sighed into the intercom. "Hoseok," you called, "...I hear the phone ringing, from outside" you sang and you saw him from the glass barriers, dragging his feet outside, jumping in place cutely because that's probably an enquiry call from Ward 8B. You prayed that you made it out alive before your aunt touches down, but you also understand that if you rush things, errors could happen and you want to be home, in one piece.

With the passing hours, he has heard nothing from you and he is growing anxious. You both had a long conversation about it.

About you having to be in Chemotherapy department. One of the issues were, medical staffs in that specific department are not advised to conceive as long as their service there. And Namjoon's parent have told you about wanting grandchild this year, if possible. It has been five years. "That's now what you should worry about..." Namjoon held you close, wrapping you in blankets. "This is necessary for your advancement, and we're still young, we can have children when we deem is right, this is our life and we take charge of it..." He reassured you with calm and soothing whispers. You sniffed, "...but we can't have kids for like a year, and, they'll ask about it in our next family gathering, and I won't know what to say because I promised that it will be soon...that you and I are going to," you choked, voice breaking in tears, sniffed again and, "...that we're gonna have babies, and then this letter came," you throw the letter next to your feet and Namjoon catches it and fold it neatly, place it aside, hugging your head.

Namjoon hushes you, smiling widely. "Look, we've waited more than five years to be together, I think we can definitely wait another five," you heard him say. "I'm sorry..." you gripped tighter to his collar. "...Okay you need to stop, this comes with the job, sweetie, it doesn't make you less of a hot wife," he chuckled and you smiled grimly.

Take the good with the bad, remember?

"...can I ask you to be in your white coat, the next time we're having woohoo hour?" Namjoon purred. "No...that's my work attire," you shot, in nasally voice. "...But why not," he whined. "...Because I need to work in these, and it has to stay pure. Because if we do woohoo with me in this, it's all I think about later, and I have to focus and be professional," you explained. "Oh," he feigned an acceptance and replied, haughtily, "...it's not okay for you to woohoo in your work white coats but it's okay for us to woohoo in my work studio? Where in the woohoo law is that legal?" He protested. You giggled, "...should we woohoo in the clean room, if you want to get even." Namjoon looks at you suggestively.

"Absolutely not, clean room is kept cold so that no bacteria cultivates. You're going to raise the temperature just by being there," you shook your head. "Are you indirectly implying that I'm hot?" he smirked, poking your sides until you jolt and tickle fight began out of context.

Namjoon called your aunt when he figured it was right, and she chirped against the phone, in a motherly voice, "...I think I saw the taxi," reading out loud the plate numbers and Namjoon deemed it was correct. They'll be arriving in an hour or so. Shortly after that call ended, you reached him.

"I'm finally out of the freezer, I can't believe I was thrown into a disorganized clutter piece of department I was holding back curses the whole time, I just want to be home, but I need to pee first," you called and he replied, "...look at you, just this morning you were being all worried about not being able to perform, now you already sound like a boss." Namjoon gushes proudly, making his way down the hall outside and stabbing the elevator button, going down. "...you have no idea. The tools were kept uncalibrated, records were scattered in multiple files, and schedules aren't updated, it was a nightmare. Good thing was Hoseok, the assistant I was scheduled with, today, who are very keen to learning although is pretty unexperienced with dealing with difficult neighboring departments, but he's progressing," you sighed and he can hear you shut the bathroom door. "Are you peeing as we speak?" He asked out of curiousity. You sat on the toilet bowl, "...no," and then, "...now I am. Feels so good." You moaned and it sent chills all over Namjoon's body.

The power you had over him, is unfathomable. Even through the phone, he was floored by you. "I can't wait for you to come home," he sighed. "I've been away for like ten hours, chill," you flushed and walked to the sink nearby, ran your hand underneath the running water, "...did you clean the house?"

"I most certainly did, and I did a pretty good job," he hikes a breath in, "...so I would like to ask for a small token of appreciation."

You rolled your eyes because you already know that this was going to happen. "...What, what do you want?"

He smirked as the door to the elevator opens to the lobby area, "I want a picture of you in a white coat, and nothing else before you get home." End call.

Kinky fucker. "What makes he think he has the right to demand... especially when I haven't seen the result of this 'cleaned house' he was talking about..." you muttered to yourself. Your eyes fidgets to the staffs' changing room, and blinked away. "Hoseok, I'm gonna use the changing room for awhile..." Hoseok poked his head and tipped his glass, "...sure."

Between the walls we barricade for each other, we accept their family, their relatives, their weakness and strengths.

Like Namjoon is welcoming your relatives warmly, already holding hands with your nephew and carrying him in his arms. You drove home, certain that he had done all he can to help you.

Because as a home, you don't choose who resides in them. When trust and loyalty is established, you have a persistent partnership. But the material that enhances and ensure the cemented foundations of a home, is most definitely, compassion and devotion. Namjoon is your home, like you are to him.

"Home is not a place, but a person. They keep you sheltered," Namjoon reminded you, "...they are wall of ours. Our little galaxy."

Namjoon liked his token of appreciations a lot. A lot- a lot. Like, hella. But having to keep it quiet while your relatives are literally next door, is definitely a challenge.

[bangtan-spells]

Namjoon Scenario: Too Close to Love Love You.

Request: Hello! Can you write a story where y/n is a pre school teacher who had a one night stand with namjoon but then finds out that he's actually one of her student's father? Thanks

Genre:Fluff / Romance

The start of the new course was always exciting, you loved your work and what you did, despite what most people thought being a teacher didn’t always go hand in hand with a boring life. Most of your relatives and friends had been surprised when you chose your career, but you simply loved to teach, to treat with children and fill their never ending curiosity encouraging them to learn. It was one of the most rewarding things on your life and even if you still kept a bit under the scene for your personal life, you liked to go out and have fun occasionally.

That had never backfired you until that particular morning in which you organized a meeting with your students’ parents. It was something you liked to do after the first month treating with the children so you had gotten to know them a bit and then talk with their parents about how to keep them learning at home.

Your classroom was filled with chatter and laughter and you were standing at the entrance when you saw him coming down the hallway with little Jimin, one of your students.

-Miss Y/N!- Jimin giggled and ran your way, clinging to your legs the moment he had you at reach. -Good morning!-

You laughed nervously and focused on Jimin to clear your head, the man who was coming with Jimin… it couldn’t be the same Namjoon you had met.

-Good morning sunshine, how are you today?-

-Excited!- Jimin screeched. -Daddy gave me a new backpack see?- Jimin turned around to show you his brand new Superman backpack and giggled. -And he’s here!-

You felt your stomach falling down to your feet with Jimin’s words but still tried to keep it cool.

His father took a step closer and when your eyes met his, you knew there was no way on earth that this Namjoon wasn’t the same one you had one of the greatest nights of your life with. His eyes looked as surprised as yours and then he spoke.

-Hi, I’m Kim Namjoon and you must be Miss Y/N, my son talks wonders about you-

Jimin chattered happily between both of you and you just looked at each other with clear recognition.

You remembered Namjoon to the point of perfection, those eyes, those hands, that voice and right then it dawned on you that you had a one night stand with one your students father.

Namjoon looked at you from the side, he’d very honestly lost his breath the moment he saw Jimin running to you.

In the short span of a minute he wondered if his eyes were fooling him, if maybe you were just another mother at that reunion,that maybe miss Y/N simply had the same name as you but upon looking at you, he knew you were the same woman from a week ago. Certain he had been a little pumped up with alcohol in the midst of celebration at his friend party in that noisy club, but he remembered everything and the more memorable thing of that night had been you.

-Look dad! - Jimin came running with a drawing that you had helped him do and held it up and proudly, Namjoon ruffled his hair congratulating him and then Jimin ran away again.

When Namjoon looked up, he found your eyes fixed on him but you averted your eyes immediately and focused in the children calling your name.

All of this was a little crazy, that night he didn’t really ask about your job but not in a million years he would have thought you were a preschool teacher and less that you were his son’s teacher if he only focused in the way you were looking right then, with that body hugging black dress and killer heels, you had been quite the sight.

Now you were wearing a flowy skirt and a button down shirt with your hair in a low pony and you still looked marvelous in his eyes so that attraction he’d felt at the club was still latent.

He took the chance o all the children gathering together at the center of the classroom and approached you.

He cleared his throat to gain your attention and stood by side, placing his hands inside his pockets.

-I think we should maybe talk?- he asked softly and you nodded.

-You think so?- you smiled and he couldn’t help but do the same. Maybe you were as unease as him with all this. -I really can’t believe this?-

-That you are my son's teacher? Neither do I…-

You had too much chemistry that night and he had wanted to see you again but things had evolved so good that night he didn’t have the time to ask for your phone and you had left at dawn when he was still asleep.

-I mean… of all the places and people… oh god- you laughed under your breath and played with the tip of your ponytail.

The night he met you, you wore your hair down and a little wild and wavy, he remembered running his hands through it a lot, even pulling at it.

Namjoon laughed and checked there was no other parent paying attention to your conversation, which in fact there weren’t, they were all focused in the ruckus all the children were making playing.

-There is not a hidden camera somewhere right?- he asked trying to lighten the mood and you laughed.

-Of course not, I hope so- you gave him a look and then joined your students in their game because you were feeling too many things with Namjoon there and needed to focus in something else.

You would like to say that what you had with Namjoon was only a one night thing, which in theory was, but it would be a lie to say that you didn’t think of him after that or the way he made you feel. You understood how these things worked so you hadn’t waited for him to wake up before you left without any more info about him and decided to keep Namjoon as a nic experience. But now that he was there again if was easy to think that maybe destiny wanted to bring you together again and maybe that this time, you should give him your number if you had the chance to.

You kept stealing little glances of each other until the reunion ended and all the parents started to leave. You said goodbye to all of the at the school’s gate, except for one because a certain parent was waiting patiently on the side until all of the others left.

Seeing Namjoon interacting with his son had given you a total different light on him that just added to that first attraction, this softer and caring side was just a bonus and when you noticed he was the last one staying you smiled, trying to tell yourself to calm down, maybe he was only waiting for his chance to say goodbye.

-Oh you’re the last one in here- you said as if you didn’t know that already. -is there a goodbye hug for me?-

You asked and Jimin giggled while coming your way, this was a routine for you when your classes ended so he knew.

-Did you have fun Jiminie?- he nodded and said that his daddy had fun too and you couldn't help but laugh.

-Hey! That was supposed to be a secret, where’s the loyalty here Jimin?- Namjoon scolded him playfully and Jimin laughed.

You accompanied them to Namjoon’s car and once Jimin was seated inside he turned around to look at you.

-I almost made Jimin do this for me- he said with a smile, those dimples of his showing and making you remember how you had kissed them. -but I guess I had to man up-

-What do you mean?- you bit your lower lip expectantly.

-I mean…- Namjoon took a step closer to you so he stood before you. -I won’t waste this opportunity because I want to see you again Y/N-

-You already know where to find me- you teased him.

-Yeah, I do, but it would also be nice to have your number since last time you left before I could ask for it and I don’t want that happening again-

-So you think I’ll give you my number just like that?-

-I was hoping so?- he looked at you in such a way that made your stomach feel funny. Of course you would give him your number just like that, you were more than willing to give it to him before he even asked. -Should I use Jimin to convince you?-

Both of you laughed and then you traded your numbers because if there was something real right there, was that you wanted to meet again.

[purpleyoonn]

My Queen

“You were his Queen. And the world be damned if they didn’t acknowledge it.”

Summary: Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed. 

Pairing: Vampire King Jin x Human reader

Genre: soulmate, vampire au, smut, fluff, angst, established relationship

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: smut, biting, anger, mentions of death, mentions of injury, brother namjooon, blood drinking, mc has a kind of bad past, mentions of species genocide, mentions of murder, prejudice against species, pussy eating, Seokjin being unbelievably hungry/thirsty for mc, explicit smut, bruising, a little insecurity, jin just wanting to worship mc, 

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“Good morning, my Queen.”

A kiss was placed on your shoulder, traveling slowly up your neck and across your jaw before meeting your lips. You tried to pretend to be asleep for a little longer, not wanting to get out of bed, or leave the arms of your lover quiet yet.

“Darling, I know you’re awake.” His lips leave your jaw, moving back down until he finds your mate mark, in the juncture of your shoulder and neck. The small curved ‘J’ held within a silver crown sat upon your skin, the mark of your bond to him.

“No, I’m not.” You mumble, trying to snuggle even deeper into your pillows, tightening your grip on the covers.

You had been up continuously over the past week, Jin having left for meetings for alignments with other lords within the kingdom, and you have been dealing with everything at home. While you were still human, no one would listen to you, and it took Jin’s brother, Namjoon, killing one of the maids for making you bleed for everyone to listen.

You knew this would happen; everyone had warned you. But Jin wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was your mate, no matter your species.

It was hard in the beginning, as you had grown up thinking and believing that vampires were the villains in your fairy tale, not knowing that the humans you grew up with were the real villains, killing vampire children and plotting to commit a mass genocide against the species entirely.

You were scared, thinking he would kill you; drain you dry and leave you to rot. You had no clue about soulmates, nor did you know how much the world believes soulmates are absolutely sacred.

Seokjin was unbelievable patient with you, showing you kindness and compassion you had never known to exist before. He would read to you out of your favorite book, coming to learn that his voice would calm you down whenever you would spiral into the depths of your anxiety and fear.

He had found you in the kitchens a couple in days into your stay at his castle, helping the bakers make chocolate chip cookies, despite their incessant pleas that you should not be helping. It warmed his heart, hearing you exclaim that you were no better than them, that you had been a baker in your own hometown before he found you. Too this day, you could often be found talking and laughing with everyone in the kitchens, making delectable desserts.

And now, as you pretended to be asleep so you could stay with him a little longer, he had the same warm smile on his lips as the day he first heard you laugh. Love was the only thing on his mind whenever he thought of you. His love for you kept his heart beating.

“Oh, you’re not asleep? Hmm, I thought I heard you speak just now?” The giggle that left your lips had him tightening his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. If Seokjin was to pick a favorite sound, it would be the sound of your laughter, or the sound of your—

“Nope. I’m not a queen either.”

You finally open your eyes, meeting his dark ones as you do. He had been waiting for you to open them, hoping to get lost him them before your words catch up to him.

“What do you mean you are not a queen?” Seokjin couldn’t believe what he was hearing come from your lips. Why suddenly were you shy and denying your rightful title as his queen? You looked away, towards the window with the shades drawn the tiniest bit to let the sunlight in.

“Darling, look at me.” His hands move to grip your cheeks, turning your head to face him. Once he caught your eyes again, he found himself trying to coax the words from your lips, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. “Why do you say such things? What happened while I was gone?”

“It is nothing Jin. I just had a long week. I am fine.” You smile at him, hoping he doesn’t notice your change in scent or emotions, but to no use, as his eyes darken and his own smile disappears. You had reached up to hold his hand when he moved quickly, gripping your fingers in his own.

“What happened to your hand? Do not lie to me, my love. I will find out one way or another.” You knew you were done for. There was no way he wasn’t going to find anything out when you had a scar to disprove your lie of the week’s events.

You told him everything: how the lords of the manor who resided within the walls of his castle decided to ignore and defy your word. How some of the staff decided that you were unworthy of the king as a human and tried to kill you. None of your meetings went well and you were called numerous names over his time away.

By the end of your explanation, his eyes were pitch black and his lips were blood red, the sign that he had lost control of his anger and thirst for blood. He was beyond raged with how his company treated you when they thought he wouldn’t find out. A cleanse was needed, the floor needed to be washed away with the blood of those that would dare defy him and his mate.

“Jin. Seokjin. Please look at me.” His eyes latched onto the beauty of your own, red from rubbing them in your sleep. “Namjoon has already taken care of some of the matters, but he said he would talk to you in more detail once you got back.”

Knowing you had his younger brother to help protect you while he was gone, some of the color returned to his face, his eyes slowly coming back to normal. However, knowing that someone tried to take you from him, tried to kill you while he was gone, he needed more than just reassurances at this point.

You yelped as you were suddenly underneath your mate, his eyes dark again but this time, you could see a difference within. He looked at you the same as he did when you became mated. He looked like he wanted to devour you. His possessive actions made you squeeze your thighs together, watching as he takes a deep breath in through his nose.

The scent of your arousal was thick in the air, the honey almond made his teeth elongate at the thought of drinking from you. His favorite place to drink was from between your thighs, his mark permanent on your inner thigh from where his teeth repeatedly bite. There was nothing better than your blood when still coated with your own pleasure.

You don’t know where this came from, but you were not going to deny yourself the time with your mate, no matter the form it came in. Letting yourself relax into the mattress, you pulled Jin in, wrapping your arms around his neck as he placed his lips on yours. His kiss was hungry but met with an even fervor you tried to match.

He adjusted, moving his weight into one arm while he moved his other down to your thigh, grabbing the bottom of hist t-shirt you were wearing, and pulling it up towards your breasts. Your scent was now covering the room, making a growl leave his lips at the taste of you.

“Ugh, you smell so good. Just want to eat you up.” He pulled back and rasped in your ear, his control wavering the tighter you held on to him.

He pulled back, moving so he could hold both of your arms above your head in one hand, the other moving to rip your shirt down the middle. A gasp left your lips at the cold breeze now felt across your middle, your breasts open to the chill that always resided in the castle.

Jin’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sight of you, your chest moving up and down, goosebumps littering your skin as he looks you up and down. Your nipples hardened at his cold stare, a smirk growing on his lips at that.

“Oh, my darling, is this all for me?” He moves his hand to cover your right breast, moving his lips down to suckle and nibble at your left, listening to you whimper as his scrapes his fangs across your skin.

A little bit of blood begins to pool from the scrape on the top of your breast, his lips quick to cover and lick up the droplets. Your moans were soft, urging him to become harsher, his hips rolling into your still clothed core. He couldn’t help but to groan at the taste of you on his tongue, wanting nothing more than to bring you the same pleasure he was feeling.

Switching his attention to your right breast, he gave it the same treatment, creating another cut and licking the blood that pooled. Once he felt that you were teased enough, your whimpers helping to tell him, he moved his lips lower, letting go of your hands in favor of holding onto your hips. The tips of his fingers moved under the edge of your underwear, pulling it down in one swift move.

“Please Jin…” You pleaded, wanting him to touch you. Wanting him to ruin you. But Seokjin was going to take his time with you, needing you to know that you were his.

You were his Queen.

And the world be damned if they didn’t acknowledge it.

“My Queen, let me worship you.” His lips were on you, his tongue flat against your core as he licked a stripe up to your clit before trapping it in his mouth. A cry left your lips at the onslaught of intense pleasure, your bond heightening the already pleasurable act into something heaven-sent.

“That’s it, my darling.” He moaned, licking up the slick that dripped out of your pussy, his fingers digging into the skin of your hip and thigh as he pulled you even closer. “Let me hear how good I am doing.”

You moved your hand to his hair, needing something to grab onto as you bucked your hips against his tongue. You could feel one of his hands pressed down against your lower stomach, holding you still as he moved his other hand to your entrance. Pulling at his roots caused another growl to leave his lips, the vibrations moving through your core and leaving you whimpering.

“fuck…please…don’t stop.” Your moans were soft, the sound of his fingers fucking into you was obscene, but your body loved it.

Your orgasm reached just as Jin sucked harshly into your clit, his fingers hitting the right spot that had you seeing stars. Your cries of pleasure bounced off the walls as you came into his mouth, his mouth moving slowly against you to help you through your orgasm. After a couple minutes, you tried to push him away, overstimulation creeping up on you.

“You did so good, darling.” Jin whispered as he climbed back up your body, his clothes gone in the blink of an eye as he pressed you into the sheets again. You could feel his cock, thick against your thigh as he kissed you, His tongue licking into your mouth, the taste of you still on his tongue.

“My darling Queen. You are…” He holds his cock in his hands, rubbing the tip up your core, gathering your slick on it. Capturing your lips again, he pushes in, not stopping until his hips hit your own. “Exquisite.” He breathed against your lips.

He swallowed your moans, his kiss hungry as he moved his hips, creating a movement that had you crying in pleasure. He didn’t stop, needing to bring you the pleasure that you give him every day you breath.

With every stroke of his cock inside of you, you felt closer and closer to your high, your walls fluttering around him as you tried to stall off your orgasm. You could hear him groan, a small laugh leaving his lips at the feeling of you around him.

“Now, my queen, don’t hold yourself back. Let your body give itself to me.” His lips began to travel across your jaw and down your neck, creating marks as he went along. He stopped right at your mating mark, placing a soft kiss on your skin before sinking his teeth in your neck.

You moaned at the feeling, sparks moving throughout your body at the feeling of his teeth inside your mark. His hands on your waist and thigh gripped tighter, bruises forming under his touch as your orgasm hit, his bite giving you the push you needed to let go.

Seokjin felt your walls clench his cock, felt the way your warmth tried to keep him in as he hit his own orgasm. Removing his teeth from your neck, he kept thrusting, working you both through your orgasms.

Once you had come back to him, he pulled out of you slowly, feeling the combination of your cum dripping out of your core; the sight almost making him groan again.

You could feel Jin moving from you, the weight of him no longer on you or the bed. You tried to call him back, to make him stay in the bed with you but he was back in a flash, a warm washcloth pressed to your core as he cleans you up.

“You did so good, my darling.” You felt his kisses press against the bruises forming on your thighs. He was clothed this time, a pair of sweats and a long sleeve shirt, as he placed a kiss to your lips. He cuddles with you for a few minutes, just basking in the presence of you. But he knows he has a few things he needs to do today, starting with talking to his brother.

“I want you to stay in today. Relax and sleep if you must. Just call for me and I will be here for you. But I have some…things I need to attend to today, okay?” He gave you a new shirt to wear, placing it over your head before slipping some underwear up your legs. You nodded, knowing exactly what he was going to be up to. However, you knew there was nothing you could to do stop him.

He was going to be doing a cleansing of his court and staff. There could be no one in his employment or court that had any negative feelings towards you. He wouldn’t stand for it, nor would his family. You were the rightful Queen and these men and women were going to learn what happens when they defy your soulright.

[punkgrogg]

Doorway Duo pt.5

Pairing: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader, Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Hybrid!BTS, Non idol AU, fluff

Warnings: Pregnancy

Summary: Y/n was abandoned by her long time boyfriend and moves back home to help prepare for the baby. She’s surprised to find two unfamiliar hybrids at her house.

Length: 3,085

Notes: Lol sorry it took so long to post, I thought I did like two weeks ago but I apparently did not. Well anyways I'm thinking a spicy chapter might be joining us soon but I've never written that kind of stuff before so I'm a little hesitant. Also, I have a lot of School shit piled up but I hope to write another chapter within the next two weeks.

Date Posted: 10/14/2021

Seokjin was staring at me with a mildly amused expression from across the dinner table. Jungkook was leaning his head on my left shoulder, his eyes closed as he waited for Taehyung to bring us our dinner plates- something the snow leopard insisted on even more vehemently after our talk a week ago. I knew what he meant by the staredown- he wanted to tease me for going from a single mother who swore off men to turning around to fall in love with the two hybrids being housed with our parents. The day after the big talk was a bit awkward for us all as we decided to break the news to my parents who were wholeheartedly accepting and my mother was downright giddy at the fact that her daughter now had two men to take care of her. My father on the other hand had thought we were already together and merely shrugged at my announcement. They both helped me file the paperwork for adoption and helped me with breaking the tension between my brothers and my boyfriends.

You see, Hoseok and Namjoon were very upset with both of them for ‘taking advantage ’ of their pregnant little sister. While that is probably the farthest thing from the truth it had been the source of some tension in the family but a couple of days was all it took until everything settled. It was a big help that the twins’ confirmation was probably the most exciting news in the house and they all seemed to use the excitement as a way to bridge the gap. Well, that was with Seokjin’s exception. Jinnie didn’t bat an eye at the news of my love life but instead doubled his texts when he found out he was getting both a niece and a nephew.

We were having a celebratory family dinner- all thanks to Mom who was excited that the two were officially adopted by me yesterday but Namjoon, Yoongi, and Seokjin weren’t available to come until today. Hoseok sat to Seokjin’s right and was animatedly talking to Dad about his favorite show that had released another episode that morning. Dad was nodding along to the chattering with an endearing look on his face. Mom sat at the opposite end of the table, at the head, Yoongi at her left and Namjoon at her right. Hoseok sat sandwiched between his two brothers and dad occupied the other table head.

Taehyung finally made his way into the dining room with Namjooon on his heels, both balancing two plates in their hands. Namjoon set a plate in front of Yoongi who sat next to Jungook and was silently observing us all. Taehyung laid both plates in front of Kook and me before rubbing his cheek on top of my head at my soft thanks. He happily trotted back to the kitchen to retrieve his own plate. With all the seats filled Tae had to pull up a mismatched chair to sit on my right side.

“Darling we’ll need to get a new table by Christmas.” Mom commented as Taehyung made himself comfortable at the table.

Dad surveyed us all before nodding along at the request. “Especially if Hobi finally confesses to that boy by then. Maybe we could get matching high chairs for the twins.”

I choked at that comment, I wasn’t used to the idea of twins even though it had been confirmed several days ago. Apparently, they were laying back to back and it was hard to detect her, especially her heartbeat that was quieter than the boy’s own. She was smaller than him too, something that concerned me but the doctor said that it wasn’t uncommon with fraternal twins. He did say that while I was carrying large for one baby, I was smaller than average for carrying multiples. He advised me to take it easier though, something that the family had come together more forcibly than before to enforce.

Jungkook patted my back softly as I chugged at my glass of water. Seokjin broke out in laughter across the table. “Y/n, you good?” he asked with yet another teasing smirk.

“Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe,” I bit back, tonight I will not let him get a rise out of me. But when Seokjin got it into his head- it was practically impossible to stop him.

“Now that we’ve mentioned it, how are the twins today?”

“They’re good, been kicking a lot today.” My responses were perfectly monotonous, something that will instead get a rise out of him.

“Ah, you pick any names out yet?” At my silence he continued, “for one, I think having a niece or nephew named after me would be so endearing. How else would you show your appreciation for your eldest brother?”

“Good thing you’re not on the naming committee,” Namjoon chimed in from down the table, my eyes darting to the speaker to convey my gratitude at being saved from his trap answer. Knowing him I would be tricked into committing to whatever name he suggested. ‘It’s just how older brothers work,’ he would repeat growing up whenever he weaseled his way into getting his way.

“Mom, don’t you think that another little Seokjin would be adorable? Imagine another Jinnie running around.” He pouted at Mom who laughed at his pitiful expression.

“When you have my next set of grandbabies you can give me another Jinnie. For now, Y/n is still figuring out what sounds good for them herself so don’t give her a hard time.” She then turned back into conversation with Yoongi and Namjoon, asking her oh-so-typical motherly questions about their new romance. She was insatiable when it came to getting the answers she wanted from us. Jin didn’t look like he had been subdued though and he quickly turned his attention away from me and to the man on my right.

“What about you Taehyung? You got any names you’ve brought up to Y/n?” His tone was verging on accusatory, what he was accusing? I hadn’t the slightest clue of what went on in the drama queen’s head.

“Well, we talked about the name Minseok but Jungkook vetoed it.” Taehyung shrugged and shoveled another bite into his mouth. He was more focused on the turkey leg than any conversation Seokjin could provide.

“Minseok? What’s wrong with that name?” Dad asked while Jungkook and I shared a look at the can of worms Tae just opened. I had been clear to everyone that I wasn’t ready to settle on a name just yet and they all respectively had kept their distance from the topic until the shit-stirrer across the table finally showed face.

“Y/n wants the names to match and we didn’t like the options for a girl. Taehyung also suggested Yongsu go with it. Of course, I vetoed.” Jungkook explained as he pointed a fork at the said name murderer.

My Dad nodded along at the explanation before rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Oh gee, I could feel his brain churning out a million names before he opened his mouth. “What about Yoomi?”

“That’s worse than Minseok Dad. Have we considered Soohyun?” Hoseok butted into the conversation, and I couldn’t help but grimace at the suggestion. I knew a Soohyun, she was the girl Mark was cheating on me with. I’d rather not recall walking in on infidelity every time I called for my daughter.

“How about they have renditions of the same name? Like Joohyun and Hyunjoo? Those would be hella cute.” Namjoon was the new naming murderer and he seemed to be proud of his contribution. Even his boyfriend grimaced at how cliche the names were for twins.

I shook my head and leveled them all with a lifeless expression.“This is why I never talk about names with you guys.”

Joonie took that personally and he frowned at me before exclaiming: “Hey I picked out your name!”

“Out of a list we gave you Namjoon,” Mom reminded him quietly with a sofy pat on his arm and he scoffed at it before turning back to his plate with a grumble.

“Speaking of, I was the one to come up with all of your names.” My dad supplied before turning his attention to me once again and mouthing ’Yoomi’ at me.

“What about Minso and Chunso? I saw those names on a tv show before.” Said Yoongi, his face showing apprehension.

I could tell the apprehension was twofold- he hadn’t been able to establish his place in the family and I was shutting down every suggestion so far. I made sure to smile at him softly as I replied; “You know what, I actually kind of like that. Thank you Yoongi.”

“I like the name Minso. It’d be lovely for the little princess.” Dad spoke around a mouthful of broccoli and quickly held a hand up at Seokjin’s disgusted face. Minso for my little girl? It didn’t feel quite right for her but it was a good suggestion and I hadn’t the heart to negate him.

“Chunso is kind of a mouthful though,” Hobi interjected and proceeded to mutter it while exaggerating the lip movements. I knew I could count on Hoseok to be on a similar wavelength as me so I wouldn’t feel guilty for eventually brushing off the names from the list. Jungkook and Taehyung kept quiet when we’d discuss names, claiming I got the biggest say and they didn’t want to discourage any exploration. With that, I knew they wouldn’t dare speak out against any names I complemented halfheartedly.

Joonie leaned out to the center of the table and turned his phone to me. “I’m looking it up now and Minso means one of a kind.”

Wanting to distance myself from the conversation at hand, I glanced over at the thorn juxtaposed to me before suddenly recalling another name suggested by Taehyung the night prior. “Well, I was thinking of naming her Duri, since it can mean two. She just so happens to be labeled baby number two on the ultrasound.” I smirked at the pun enthusiast across the table to watch his face morph into one of horror.

Mom clapped her hands at the joke; “Then what are you thinking of naming him to match?” Her genuine excitement at me finally picking a name made me feel a little guilty. Naming a small human is hard and nothing has really felt close to ‘it’.

“That is such a pun- you can’t name my niece after a pun.” Jin slapped his hand down on the table before I could respond to Mom and I had to fight myself to keep from laughing at his expression. Never had I seen such pain on him but before I could tease him some more mom was snapping for our attention.

“As the matriarch of this family- I have lovingly thought of two names that could be cute for the babies.” She declared proudly as she crossed her arms in front of her.

“Oh, you have?” Jin stole words out of my mouth but unlike me, he had tangible doubt laden throughout his words. She nodded at the snarky man before turning her attention to me.

“Yes, and since you’re forming your own family with those two lovebirds then I would like to suggest Taehee and Junghee.”

Jungkook had been silently observing the discourse amongst us all as he rested his head on my shoulder but perked up at Mom’s words. “Those are beautiful names Mom, I can't believe we hadn’t considered those.”

“Because it’s insane to name them after you both.” All eyes slowly turned to Seokjin in various degrees of anger and shock. Hoseok had leaned away from him at the comment and Namjoon was coldly staring at him.

I was one of the shocked, what could he possibly mean by that comment? Was it a racist implication? From our family? We have a hybrid brother and both of his human siblings were dating hybrids. Was it against the polyandry? The monogamous-centric views were a bit dated even for our parent’s generation so it wouldn’t make sense. Was it because Mark was their sperm donor? Seokjin hated their biological father so that didn’t make much sense either. In the tense air, I leaned into Jungkook’s side- almost as if I was trying to hide in his embrace.

“Seokjin. I would carefully watch your next words.” My mother’s voice was cold and you could slice cake with how sharp her words came out.

The offender held his hands up in surrender before defending himself. “It’s not what you’re thinking, it’s because Jinhee is obviously a better name and should be considered first.”

The room was eerily silent for a hot minute before Hoseok turned and almost shoved Jin out of his chair. There was a playfulness that masked the lingering bits of anger in his face. Mom let out a breath of relief at the joke before going back to her dinner.

There was an almost silent scoff from down the table on my left, I turned to see Yoongi pushing his food around on his plate. “If we’re taking their dads’ names into consideration we could go with Yoontae or Yoonjung.”

“Those both have a part of your name in it too.” Hoseok pointed out with a small pout.

“That’s obvious, since I got invited to this family dinner, I’m now part of the family. I’m obviously going to be the favorite uncle.” He dramatically shrugged his shoulders and flicked his hair out of his face. I couldn’t help but smile at the declaration.

“Oh hell no you’re not, I’ve been vying for that spot since she told me,” Jin argued, his cheeks puffed out in anger.

“Must suck to have that spot pulled out from under you. I’ll make sure to send my condolences to your place later.” Yoongi shrugged yet again with a smirk before taking a big bite of the broccoli.

Namjoon gently reached out across the table with a placating expression on his face as he placed a hand on top of Yoongi’s upturned one. “Honey, I love that you’re feeling comfortable enough to joke with my brothers but I need you to know that it’s literally impossible to get that title while I’m still alive. I am the favorite brother so I will be the favorite uncle.”

Hobi’s ears perked up atop his head, he turned to Joon and shoved his harshly at the self-proclamation of the favorite brother. “Oh hell no you’re not. I AM.”

“Oh, Nams I’ll make sure to let your doctor know that you’re going senile.” Seokjin snarked from behind the angry canine hybrid, he too looked insulted at the prospect of not being the favorite. Mom and Dad both joined in the bickering to try and keep them from bursting into a full-blown brawl.

“I like the idea of the name Sujung,” I commented quietly and only the two hybrids glued to me noticed. Jungkook perking up visibly at the name suggestion. Tae leaned into my side more and I could feel his warm tail wound itself across my lap.

“It’s very pretty love, have you thought about one for the boy? I know you’re always tied up with the names for him.” He complimented me with a blindingly bright smile and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

I could help the blush that was threatening its way across my face so I pressed more into his touch. It was nice to have them both curled around me, especially now that it was growing colder. “Well, if I name her after Kookie, wouldn’t you like to have him named after you?”

Tae shook his head quickly at the question before resting his chin on my shoulder so he could talk to me in an almost whisper. “ I’ll love them no matter what we name them. You could name them both after Jungkook and I’d love them all the same.”

“I know you’ll love them, that wasn’t the question.” I reached a hand out to lace out fingers together.

“Baby, in the end, it’s your choice, maybe I’d like him to be named after me but if you choose otherwise then I wouldn’t care.”

“What about Taewon? I knew a man with that name before and he was very kind.” Jungkook decided to suggest suddenly making me jump slightly at the surprise. His mouth was centimeters from my ear and I could feel his warm breath fanning its way down my neck.

“I used to know a Kitae. What about that instead?” He suggested when I didn’t respond fast enough for his liking. I guess my hesitation spoke volumes.

Kitae was much cuter, cute enough to rival Sujung. ��I like it, Kitae and Sujung. How cute.”

At my grin, Taehyung pulled away with excitement, “So we’ve settled on their names?”

“For now, they may change. Mom said she changed her mind a couple of times throughout her pregnancies.” I reminded him as I pulled him back into my embrace.

“For now, they’re perfect. They are going to be so cute! Now I can use their name when I talk with them.” He was almost shaking with excitement at the prospect. I didn’t know he’d be this enthusiastic about their names. “Love, we can use their names in their bedtimes stories from now on.”

I nodded at the exclamation and smiled as he rambled on about how he was going to write out the classics with their names so they can be the heroes of their stories. While he continued to chatter Jungkook curled an arm around my waist- well as much as he could with my growing stomach. I glanced over at the rest of the table and couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face, My family was all happily broken into small conversations and they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Jin and my dad were chatting and Jin was obviously fighting back his laughter. Hoseok and Yoongi seemed to be talking about Jimin if the raging blush on Hobi’s face was anything to go by. Mom and Joonie were quietly talking before she reached a hand out to ruffle his hair while he whined at the action. I turned my attention back to my still rambling boyfriend to catch on to the tail-end of his rant.

My family was here, together and happy. And my newly forged family unit fit in perfectly- something I was ever grateful for.

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[babeejeon]

Pt 2 for under the heavy snow pleasee 🥺

Author Note: First of all thank you for the request 💌🤍 I remember the day I recieved this request. I felt super excited. Tried to write a few times, but what I write didn't felt right. I always ask for requests, then when I recieve, I just couldn't find the right idea to write it. Same thing happened, and now I realize it has been more than a year and month. But still, I am glad that finally I completed it. Actually when I first write Under The Heavy Snow, I didn't intend to continue. Because I didn't know how to continue and I didn't wanted to continue just to continue. Rather than ruining the whole thing, I thought it would be nice to keep it as a short sweet drabble. However, recieving this request made me really happy and excited. It is too late, but I hope you can read it. Hopefully you like 🙌 If you read it, please let me know what you thought about it. Anonymous or not please let me know that it is you. Also all other readers are welcome to let me know your thoughts. They mean a lot me me! 💕

Also I used the prompt sentences below. I saw them online some time ago:

- “How mad would you be if I kissed you?”

- “Did you just kiss me?”

- “I could think of worse ways to die.” 

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-Kim Namjoon fluff, friends to lovers au, non-idol au-

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The next morning you find yourself hugging Namjooon like a koala, you have your arm around his shoulder, head on his chest and one of your legs was over his legs. You were finally warm, and his embrace was super cosy.

But as soon as you came back to your senses you realized how close your proximity is. You could literally count his eyelashes if you look up. Maybe you have had the same proximity before, in one of your stayovers, but suddenly it doesn’t feel right to be so close to each other, cuddling like this. Thanks God, Namjoon was still peacefully sleeping, so you carefully get out of the bed. You took a few seconds to watch him, then you pulled the blanket over his chest and went to the bathroom.

After refreshening and changing your clothes, you went down to help Mrs. Park with breakfast.  “Good morning!” you chimed.

She turned to you with a big smile. “Good morning. Did you have a good sleep?” she asked. Your cheeks warmed while you smile in silence.

With a knowing look she smiled back. “It seems like you had a good sleep.”

“Can I help you with preparing breakfast?” you asked hoping to change the topic.

“Actually, everything is pretty much ready. You can wake your friend and then help me with the drinks. By the way do you prefer coffee or tea?”

“Oh, okay. I prefer tea and Namjoon likes coffee, but whatever you have is fine for us.” You said.

“No worries, I already prepared both of them.” You said a quick thank you and went upstairs to wake him up. To your surprise, when you enter the room, he was already awake, wore new clothes. You suddenly thought how you were cuddling in his arms when you woke up. ‘What if he was awake? What if he just pretended to be asleep?’ you thought to yourself. ‘But is it a problem? You always cuddle when you stayover.’ You thought again.

“Good morning to you, too Y/N!” he said, cutting your thoughts.

“Huh?”

“What are you thinking like that?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry! I don’t know. It is still early; my mind is probably short-circuiting.” You tried to fake a laugh. “Anyways, the breakfast ready. Let’s go!” you said and went down without even waiting for him.

He followed you from behind. “Good morning, Mrs. Park!” he said with a smile.

She smiled back at him. “Good morning! I prepared somethings for breakfast; I hope you like it. I usually don’t have breakfast, but I will sit with you.”

“Everything looks amazing. Thank you so much.” He said.

“Yes, we can’t thank you enough. You literally saved our lives. I didn’t want to my life to end for such a reason, I could think of worse ways to die.” You joked. She laughed at your words.

“You don’t have to thank, I enjoyed having you two here, I needed some guests.” She said.

After the breakfast you left Mrs. Park’s cottage house. She said she already called someone to tow away your car to the cottage and it is ready to go. You thanked her several times before leaving the cottage.

“I can’t believe how lucky we are. She didn’t only helped us, but she gave us food, a room and even get our car ready, without asking anything in return. I feel a little sad too, that she lives there alone. Maybe next time we should visit her, or maybe we can send a gift to her.” You said.

“Right, we should send a gift when we arrive home.” He said.

“What do you think she would like?” you asked.

“That cottage is far from the town. We can send something she might need or lack in her house.” He answered.

“Yes. By the way, don’t you think it is magical? She came in the right time when we need, and her house is really far from other places. I mean, who would build a house far from the town. Other than her, no one would notice us.” You said dreamily. He laughed.

“How do you manage to always imagine such things?” he asked.

“But I am right.” You insisted.

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Namjoon parked the car in front of your house. You walked towards the door of your house together, he was holding your backpack.

“I am glad we are home in one piece.” You said. His cheeks reddened.

“Yes, it is a relief that the snow stopped.” He said.

You took a step towards him and narrowed your eyes. “Admit it Kim, you tried to kill me!” you said jokingly.

He took a step towards you. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly he realized how close your face was. He stepped back and rubbed his neck nervously. “Hahaha!” he made his famous fake laugh but it was the most obvious one.

Suddenly you were feeling nervous, too. You have just tried to joke, but suddenly it became awkward. “I should go home now.” You turned to enter the building but remembered that your backpack is in his hands and turned back. He also thought it and stepped towards you to hand the backpack to you. You bumped against him, but he held you with his arm. You quickly regained your balance and stepped back.

“How mad would you be if I kissed you?” Namjoon asked. You hold your breath, didn’t even blink but lightly nodded at him to sign him it was alright.

He took the hint, dropped the bag down and slowly wrapped one of his hands to pull you closer. His other hand cupped your cheek. He was looking into your eyes with an intensity, it was as if he can see right through your soul. But it was too much for you, so you closed your eyes. He did, too and his lips met yours. It was short, soft and a warm kiss, but it still managed to take your breath away. When his lips left yours and he took a step back, you opened your eyes.

“Did you just kiss me?” you asked, still not believing this is happening. But your words sounded totally different to Namjoon, he panicked.

“I… I thought.. I mean when you nod, it was.. I thought…you want it too..” he tried to explain. You finally realized that he misunderstood.

“No, I didn’t mean it. I mean I wanted it, too.” You felt your cheeks warming. “I mean, I just couldn’t believe that it happened.. suddenly.. everything happened so fast. But it is as if I have been waiting for this moment all my life.” You said and your eyes widened in panic. “Did I said the last one aloud?”

He nodded with a love-struck smile on his lips. “If it is going to make you feel better, I, indeed, have been waiting for this moment for a long while.” he looked down before continuing, “It’s weird, right? I never knew I would feel like this, when we first met. I never thought about you this way, when we were best friends for years. Yet, at some point my heart started to forget how to beat properly when I’m with you. I couldn’t understand it for a while, then didn’t want to admit it to myself. But eventually, I learned there is no way to escape my feelings and I learned how to live with them.” He confessed.

Suddenly you felt the urge to say something, too. “I didn’t notice it! I didn’t notice it since yesterday. In the dinner I thought what Mrs. Park said was cliché. Most people say this when they see a man and woman as a friend. Many other people said this about us before.

But when you opened your arms for me, it felt different. My heart didn’t flutter, instead it felt like home. Lots of thoughts run through my mind and I fall asleep without even understanding them.

But in the morning, I wasn’t feeling the same. I didn’t know what I feel but it wasn’t same as before. I know that something has changed in me. And now I can see, as if someone light the way for me to see my feelings.” You pause and tried to catch his eyes with yours. “I think I feel the same way as you. It might be childish, but I am not ready to say it aloud. But I understand now, why I confuse the lines between friendship and love.” You felt your cheeks burning.

He pulled you into his arms. “You don’t have to say it until you are ready. It is enough that now I know.”

[najatheangel]

𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

genre: all fluff here

pairing: kim namjoon x reader.

summary: you share your first kiss with your boyfriend namjoon in the sunset.

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“Um baby, I don’t know if I can do this. This seems like a bad idea.” Namjoon starts holding on to your so tight so that he won’t fall from skating on the ground.

It was a beautiful day at the fountain square park and you wanted to try something new on your 3rd date with Namjoon, but you just realized that he was incredibly clumsy.

You grasped onto Namjoon’s hands that were wrapped delicately around your waist letting him know that you’ve got him. “No worries joonie I’ve got you. I’ve been skating for 8 years you’ll learn in no time. You ready?”

“I can’t believe im actually- woah!” You start moving your feet slowly and start rolling around the park walkway while looking back at Namjoon to make sure he’s keeping up.

“I’m going to let go alright, you can do this!” You turn around rolling backwards as you let go of Namjooon’s hands. Just how he remembered you taught him he was rolling with his left foot and then his right alternating without falling.

Looking surprised he skates right next to you smiling and winking trying to make you lose focus. “Well well you’ve taught me everything I needed to know.”

“Of course I am known as the skating queen in the rink. Now how will you pay for your lesson today in cash or credit?”

“But babe, I used the last bit of my money buying ice cream for you. Remember? Is there any other way I can make it up to you.”

You start looking down smirking while twirling your fingers through your hair trying to flatter him, but he doesn’t give in that easily.

“Wow is miss y/n trying to bribe me. Nice try, but it’s not going to work this time.” Namjoon suddenly loses focus slipping over a rock and falling on top of you landing in the grass filled with tulips.

The two of you open your eyes staring at each other as the pieces of grass, mud and tulip petals get all over your clothes. Time felt like it froze when you saw the sight of Namjoon's melon skin glowing in the orange sunset.

“You know what, I think I know how to repay you back for your lesson.” You start giggling back saying “Oh yeah? And what did you come up with?”

Namjoon smiles wide with his dimples showing as he delicately puts your hair behind and leans in kissing you. The kiss continues further by him licking your honey flavored chapstick and biting your bottom lip against the grass.

He slowly helps you back up patting the bits of grass off your outfit. “Sometimes being clumsy have its advantages huh?” The two of you laugh together almost falling again, but he catches you in arms.

“Maybe we should take these off and watch the sunset together. He suggests blushing unable to look at you in the eye.

You grab his hand and nod at him right back at him. “I would love that. Race you!” The two of skate to the benches as the orange sky lights the whole town.

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Lock the Backdoor ~ KNJ [Request]

↱↱↱Word Count: 1.7k

↱↱↱Genre: Angst, fluff? drabble

↱↱↱Pairing: Namjoon x reader

↱↱↱A/n: AHHH I lost the screen shot :((( I’m so sorry to the lovely Anon that wanted this but I hope this is okay for you! The anon: They love one another but breakup because y/n doesn’t want the same thing as them. 

This wasn't how the night was supposed to have gone, it was supposed to be a romantic night filled with love and laughter between Namjooon and you but instead, you were crying in the bedroom while Namjoon was crying in the guest room of the house you shared. 

"We have to talk about this," You heard him say from outside the bedroom door but you knew there was nothing to be done about it and you could feel the relationship slipping through your fingertips the longer you stayed in the bedroom locked away from him. You got up from the floor wiping your eyes and pulling the door open to look at him, he was crying as well and it broke your heart to see him looking like that. The one person you would do anything to make happy was sobbing in front of you because of you.

"N-Namjoon it's the only-" He kissed you roughly and you kissed him back instantly ignoring the pressing thoughts in the back of your mind and focussing on the way it felt to be with him. 

The way his touch burnt your skin from the smallest of touches and sent sparks shooting from your body whenever he kissed you and held you close to him. He pushed you towards the bed and pushed you down pressing his body on yours as he straddled above you, he began kissing down your neck and you moaned out his name running your hands up to the back of his neck to press him closer to you never want this to end. 

The table was set with the candles were burning as you waited for Namjoon to come in from spending all day at the studio, 

"Happy anniversary baby," He whispered in your ear coming up behind you and making you scream, you playfully slapped his arms as he dragged you into a bearhug from behind. 

"You have to stop sneaking through the backdoor!" You cried out making him chuckle as he turned you around to face him, he held up the bouquet of roses he had for you and you smiled kissing him gently on the lips. 

"You have to learn to lock the back door." He clapped back and you went to put the roses into some water on the other end of the kitchen setting them down on the kitchen side and deciding to put them somewhere later, 

"You cooked all this for us?" You nodded as he looked at all the food that was spread out for you both to eat and he brought you into another hug, 

"I missed you today." He whispered as he brushed his nose against yours making you giggled at his actions and he smiled hearing the laugh that he loved so much. You were perfect for one another and every day you thanked the universe for bringing you both together and making you happy beyond reason. 

"Let's eat, I'm starving." You groaned looking at the table but he reached down to grab your ass making you let out a small yelp at the sudden outburst from him. You'd been together for five years it wasn't a surprise that he would do this to you but you were shocked he had nevertheless. 

"I'm hungry for something else." He growled in your ear making you moan out at the thought of him pushing you down and eating you out on the table, but you knew that it wasn't in the cards right now.

"I cooked, later." You whimpered not wanting to push him away but you needed too, you'd missed your pill for the last two weeks and you were all out of condoms so you knew it would lead to unprotected sex and you were fertile and there was no way you were going to be a mum.

Namjoon let out a long whine when you turned him down again you'd been engaged in a heated makeout session, love bites, his clothes being taken off until you stopped it and tried to calm him down again,

"I need you." He whispered in your ear knowing hearing him beg was one of your many weaknesses when it came to the bedroom and it wasn't something that he would do often because it wasn't him, he was the dom in this relationship between you both. 

"Baby I can't." You mumbled getting up from the sofa where your heated makeout session had taken place, you walked into the kitchen trying to keep yourself busy to ignore the aching you had for him. You turned on the taps starting to wash up the dishes when you heard the squeak of the springs letting you know he was getting up to come and talk to you about all of this.

"Why not, are you not feeling well?" He questioned coming behind you and feeling your forehead to see if you had a temperature but you shook your head so he would let go of it, you took your hands out of the water and dried them on a towel. 

"No, I just forgot to take my pill and we don't have any condoms in the house." You kissed him softly and dropped to your knees more than willing to please him if he was really that needy but he pulled you back up to kiss him, 

"Why don't we just...forget about all that," He whispered seductively in your ear turning your jaw to the side so he could suck on your neck, going back to the same places he'd left love bites before making your head spin. 

"J-Joonie." You moaned out as he sucked a little harder rubbing your breasts through your shirt, he could feel how turned on your were while he was doing this to you, 

"We can start our own family, I can fuck babies into you and we can have kids." You pushed him away kindly and shook your head at his statement and his brows furrowed together. 

"Namjoon I don't...I don't want babies." He nodded understanding and going to kiss you again, the kiss started off soft and then he picked you up placing you on the kitchen side. Your head was spinning all over the place, 

"We don't have to have kids right now, but you'll make a great mum someday." You put your hand on his chest to stop him from kissing you again and he stared at you a little confused, 

"No...Joonie. I don't want kids ever." Those five simple words brought his world crashing down as he realised you seriously didn't want to have babies. 

"What? Why?" You bit down on your lip not knowing the answer yourself, 

"Namjoon I just don't have that mother instinct inside of me and I don't ever see myself being a mother." He stepped away from you trying to process everything you'd just said to him and he was struggling to see a future between you now, 

"We've never talked about it before...I didn't know you wanted kids." You whispered jumping down from the side and awkwardly playing with your fingers as he tried to think of something to say but nothing was coming to mind. 

"Then why are we together?" He came across a little harsher than he intended and you felt your heart cracking as he asked that, 

"Because I love you and you love me." He stared at you, 

"You love me but you don't love me enough to start a family with me?!" You stared at him not expecting him to react like this, you'd never had this kind of conversation before it had just never come up in conversation. 

"No, Namjoon I just don't think I could or would be a good mother...I don't see me having babies and doing the whole mum thing..." He took out a box from his pocket and threw it onto the kitchen counter behind you, it popped open to reveal a diamond ring. 

"I guess I don't need that anymore then." You stared from the ring to him and he shrugged his shoulders. 

"We clearly don't have a future if you don't want kids with me." You let the tears go that were building up in your eyes and he sighed leaning back against the wall and running his hands through his hair. 

"A-Are we breaking up?" Your voice broke and you stared at Namjoon, he nodded and you sprinted off towards the bedroom crying hard. You couldn't be in front of him while you broke down like this and he chased after you but failed to get to you in time before you slammed and locked the door. 

"Y/n! Y/n! Open the door!" He yelled but you slid down the back of it bringing your knees into your chest and sobbing into them as you heard him crying from the outside of the door, begging for you to open the door and talk to him.

Namjoon's arms were wrapped around your naked body while you laid in bed together in complete silence. The one thing you had fought over could have been happening right there and then but neither of you dared to speak or move. 

"I-I can deal without kids...I can-" 

"Namjoon no, don't do that. You want kids and you deserve to be happy." You got out of the bed and changed into some clothes while he changed back into his and he stated at you. 

"Even if me not being there is the only way for you to be happy...I'll do that." You whispered and he came over to you running his hand over your cheek and sighing as he realised what was happening,

"I'll go stay with the boys and I'll come back for my stuff another time." You both began to slowly walk down the stairs towards the front door for him to leave, 

"I love you Namjoon." You whispered as he opened the door, he turned around and kissed your forehead lingering there for a moment before leaving. 

"I love you too Y/n." You shut the door and slid down it onto the floor trying not to cry but it was hard not to when the universe had given you the perfect guy only to rip him away from you.

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[give-baek-my-love]

One Day (Intro)

Characters: Namjoon (Rap Monster) & Reader

Genre: Mystery(?)/ Fantasy(?)/Angst/Fluff I don’t really know tbh 😅

Series: Intro, 

Summary: Namjoon had to find her, the one, to save him from his misery. But the biggest question is who is she? Does he already know her? When will he find her, and how? 

I am (unofficially) back!  I’m sorry that I haven’t posted in awhile. To put it in short terms, the last couple of months haven’t been the greatest, but I am slowly getting myself back together ✌🏻 I know that I have some series that I need to update and I will do that as soon as I can, but until then, please enjoy this new series that I’m so so so excited for! 

Remember to reblog, like and share! ❤️

(thank you mummy and suspicious partner for being my two sole inspirations 😂) 

Fuck. 

I… I’m so sorry. I.. I should have helped you. I… I should have pushed you away. I…. I shouldn’t have been a coward. 

I… I should have saved you.

I.. I should have saved you all. 

I’m sorry Bethany. 

She was the third one. 

First was Jenny, then Elizabeth and now Bethany.  

Some may say that this was all pure coincidence, or more ironically, luck. But Namjoon had this gut feeling, this couldn’t have been pure coincidence. 

As some of Bethany’s close friends and family walked by Namjoon, spiting hateful words under their breath, many of them all asked the same thing. 

Why her? Why not him? 

It was an awfully cruel question, but yet it was the same question that Namjoon often asked himself.

Why me?

Why was I so stupid?

I could have saved you… I-I could have saved you all. 

I should ha-

“Is this seat taken?” A strange man, whom Namjoon thought based on his entire black attire, was an acquaintance of Bethany’s. 

Shaking his head, Namjoon continued to witness the people around Bethany’s grave grieving in pain, while he felt both grieve and guilt taking over his thoughts. 

He loved her.

Heck. He loved them all.

Why. Why. Did this have to happen to him? Not once. Not twice. But three times? 

Suddenly the stranger beside him spoke up and said,

“You’re a special one.”  

The words came so sudden that Namjoon immediately turned to him and said,

“Excuse me?” 

Namjoon watched as the stranger turned his gaze to the mourning family members and looked completely indifferent by what he just said.

“She was the third one wasn’t she?” The stranger asked.

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?” Namjoon asked while trying to examine the man’s face in hopes of recognizing him from somewhere, but nothing came up. 

Still staring elsewhere, the mysterious man answered,

“No, but I do know you. Bethany was the third one that you couldn’t sa-”

That’s it. 

Having been completely creeped up by this unknown male, Namjoon got up and was about to walk away, when the man spoke again only this time, shocking him even more.

“This is never going to end. You’ll fall in love again and you’ll lose the next one again, from an accident that you were too much of a coward to save. This pattern will never again my friend. Not until you find her.” 

Her?

Walking right in front of the man until they kept each other’s gaze, Namjoon now with a pounding heart asked,

“How do you know all this? What do you mean it’ll never end? Who is this ‘her’ that I need to find? Who are you? How… How did you know that I d-didn’t.. save her?” 

The man stood up and pull his jacket in place and said, 

“Ahh. Now you’re curious. You don’t need to know how I know all this. I am just a simple old man who is grieving over a young girl’s short lived life. For who I am does not matter my friend.” 

Staring at the man dumbfoundedly as he was slowly walked away, Namjoon raised his voice and said,

“You didn’t answer my question sir.” 

Turning to face the him, the man said,

“I have answered all that there is to answer for I am not worth the bit of your worry. I am just purely here as a saviour, if you want to call it that. To stop your grieving and ache, I have given you the biggest hint.” 

“What hint? What do you mean? I’ve just asked dozens of questions and yet you haven’t answered any. Are you joking right now? Are you some random guy that thinks he has some ‘special powers’ because he drank one too many drinks and-”

“Don’t believe if you want, but you will fall in love again and you will lose the next one too if you don’t find her.” And with that the man walked off as if nothing happened, leaving Namjoon with a million questions, but only one of them truly mattered.

Who is this her?

“When will I find her!” Namjoon shouted at the man who’s back was now getting smaller and smaller. 

There was no answer.

Not once did the man turn around, nor did Namjoon chase after him. 

Namjoon was too afraid to believe that the man was telling the truth for he dreaded the possibility of never being able to find the her, and continue living with endless guilty and grieve. And even worse, watching as the people he loved leave him one by one. 

“How will I find her… And when?” Namjoon asked quietly, childishly hoping that someone will answer him. 

Maybe it was his imagination, but he could have sworn that he heard the old man’s voice say,

One Day. 

However, as he looked around the man was nowhere to be found. 

Then again, who was he to believe a strange old man’s words.. right? 

[kakaobangtann-blog]

Kakao Bangtann

Hello everyone! 

I started this account as a rlly big fan of the original Kakao Bangtan account. Bc I was really sad that the admins of that account had to leave it, I decided to start my own! I really need admins who are willing to roleplay all the members other than Yoongi bc he will be rp’d by me <3 

So for now Yoongi is the only one here but I will continuously update that as the member statuses change. Please dm/inbox me if you’re interested in rping as one of the other boys or if you want to talk to Yoongi. 

Members still needed: 

Jin

Jimin

Jungkook

Namjoon

Taehyung

Hoseok 

Thanks guys!! Hope to hear from you all soon

[magic-joonie]

It is super rare to find fics where the reader is married and haves a child. Namjoon is such a sweet husband and their interactions together are so sweet! I think the author did a fantastic job making the reader feels soft for Namjoon, I loved every bit of it! I highly recommend this for anyone who wants to have a soft yet satisfying fic to read!

‘Be Quiet’ - Namjoon (M)

Warning: oral sex (female receiving).  Also horrifically domestic and fluffy

Word count: 4K - yeah ok, so this completely got away with me lol I’m just so soft for Namjoon lately, I couldn’t help myself 

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“Did you have a nice time, Mr and Mrs Kim?”  Yunsoo asks politely as Namjoon stands behind you in the porch, helping you to remove your coat one arm at a time.  

“We did.  Maybe too much, actually,” he chortles as you nod along agreeably, eyes closed and smile wide.  You totally miss the way Yunsoo giggles at your tipsy behaviour - too busy fighting with the straps of your high-heels to catch Namjoon sneaking her an extra large tip on top of her normal fee in hopes that she might not think to mention this to her own mother just a few doors down.   

He knows you’ll be mortified if your teenage babysitter lets slip how she’d seen you stumbling up your driveway to the rest of the neighbourhood, so he tries not to mind how decidedly light his wallet feels the time he’s waving her goodbye and shutting the door behind her, ebony ponytail bobbing away in the distance.   It’s worth it to maintain the ridiculous smile on your face that he sees when he turns back to you, sat with your knees turned inward, hands outstretched and grabbing for him like some overgrown child.  

“Think you can make it up the stairs?” Namjoon helps you up from where you’d plonked yourself down on the last but one step, smiling when you wrinkle your nose at him, apparently offended.  

“I haven’t had that many,” you insist, jutting out your bottom lip.  He tugs on it, tutting his tongue against the inside of his teeth.  

“If you say so, baby.”  You grin, mollified by his acquiescence, and seeing you so easily pleased only makes Namjoon smile harder in reply as you begin your ascent to the second floor of your modest, three-bed home.      

He’s glad you’ve finally managed to let your hair down for at least one night.  You always work so hard, relentlessly striving to be the perfect employee, the perfect mother, the perfect wife; the very best you can be.  He tells you it’s unnecessary - that your best is already more than good enough - and yet tonight is still the first time he’s seen you really, truly relax in far too many months now.  

“Careful!” he warns in hushed tones as you almost trip halfway up the stairs, hands out and fingers splayed to brace your fall.  Luckily, Namjoon saves you quickly enough for you to not to need to worry, his one hand rested on your hip and the other encircling your arm.  “You’re gonna wake him.”  

At the mention of your little boy, your sweet, sleepy, eyes suddenly ping wide.

“Oh!” you whisper, hurrying up the last couple of steps with such enthusiasm that it’s almost as though you’d forgotten your little boy was there, sleeping soundly where’d you’d left him some few hours earlier.  Namjoon’s warning goes completely unheeded; you’re unconcerned with the way the landing floorboards squeak under your excited footsteps, nor the way the bedroom doorknob clunks as you turn it smartly to the right.  

Now that you’ve set your sights on something, it surprises Namjoon how fast you’re able to move, and it’s with a cringe that he scrambles after you in hopes of intercepting whatever ill-conceived notion has you creeping towards your son’s crib in the dark, arms outstretched with wanting.     

“He’s sleeping,” he hisses under his breath, slipping inside after you and shutting the door to as quietly as he can, “Leave him!”  You pause just long enough to look over at your shoulder at him, a thin sliver of light from the hallway illuminating the angles of your face and the colourful animals that decorate the wall stood behind you.  The mural had been painstakingly painted there by Jungkook just days before your son’s arrival into the world, and even now the sight of it makes Namjoon smile.  

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[namjoonchronicles]

endearing | nj

▶ summary: Namjoon almost rarely feels insecure, but there’s something you did that made him feel like he wasn’t your go-to guy, and it made him jealous.

“How does it feels like...?”

“What.”

“To be the reason behind someone’s ultimate happiness?”

Namjoon heard the rustlings through the hallway outside from his home office and saw you dragging the vacuum to the living room while he is scrolling down his phone in black long sleeves and messy hair. The air-conditioner is turned off and the doorbell rang.

“Coming—“ He heard you left the vacuum nozzle behind and fast footsteps down the doorway to the main door. He imagined you peeking through the peephole and opened the door when you deem it’s safe. “Mr. Kim Namjoon?” The mailer politely asked. A little hesitant and unsure but delivers it well. “I’m the wife...” you said, smiling at him. Your oversized t-shirt had your collarbone on peep display and you had your hair tied lazily in a bun.

“Namjoon...” you called, and he delivered a short but weighty, “Yeah?”

“Did you ordered something from WTAPS?” You raised your voice a little, enquiring him since you want to make sure that he did purchased the item that is being delivered to him. “Yes I did...” he answered, barely heard, but as matter-of-factly. You handed the digital pen back to the deliverymen and send him on his way.

The box isn’t very big or very heavy. You carried it without a problem, to his office where he sat on his chair by his desk, sniffing. Sliding the box next to his keyboard, you placed your palm on his forehead as he looked up intently while you squinted your eyes to justify whether he is getting better or not. He gulped nervously while waiting for your jurisdiction.

“Not as warm as I thought it would be... but not good enough to send you back to work. Are you hungry?” You sat on one butt and crossed your arm while you tip your eye down his pretty little fingers as he gathered the box to be on his lap. You handed him scissors before he asked for one.

He shook his head along with his shoulders. A cute habit you find very endearing for some reason. Gee, love does make someone stupid. His lower lips jutted out while he spread the scissor blades apart and dug it on the lines hovering over the cellophane tape.

“Look at how excited you are,” you smiled and hoisted yourself off of his desk, and grabbed his chin up to face you, so you could give a rough peck on the lips. Namjoon didn’t seem to be bothered by it, at all, because you usually do this. You started gathering his books, laying around the office and stack them on top each other as you spoke, “I’m going to bring you a warm red bean paste filled bun when I come home later.” Namjoon gets occupied with the box as you tidied up his office.

Namjoon took out the plastic containing the jacket he ordered, from the box. “...come home from where?” His voice sounds nasally, and throaty, it breaks your heart to hear him having to speak at this condition. But you were more disturbed by the fact that he didn’t remember. You glanced over your shoulder at him, go on tipping toe and placed a book back in its respective position on his wall renovated to be book shelves, and furrowed your brows but pressing a smile as you say, “Out with Seokjin, to choose Taehyung’s birthday present, sweetie, I told you about it yesterday...”

Namjoon caught the tiniest annoyance in your tone but refuses to let them beading more in his judgements so he passed, dryly, “Oh. I forgot.” It’s rather difficult to stay optimistic when he knows Seokjin had been spending too much time with you. The other week, you both had lunch together. Without him.

Namjoon knew that you were there at the building and you didn’t pay a visit to his studio when you usually do. Honestly, it was not a big deal? Namjoon taught himself. He was always thinking that it would be nice if you would spend time with his close friends, but this was too much. When Seokjin mentioned that he spent a day with your female cousin, he was already sensing that you’ve probably taken the freedom and space he had given to you, rather too infinitely.

The moment Seokjin revealed to him an info he himself as a husband weren’t well-versed in, Namjoon felt much betrayed. Namjoon knows you had step siblings. But that day Seokjin finished vocal training and leisured around Namjoon’s studio, to mindlessly telling him—your husband, to relay a message, “I would really want to ask her to seek law advice when it comes to this. At this point, I’m afraid for her...”

To which Namjoon winced, “Tell her that yourself,” he was facing away from Seokjin, avoiding eye contact so he and his emotions can subside better. “I’m trying, but I couldn’t get through, to her phone...it keeps saying that it’s not in service,” Seokjin frowns at his phone before tipping his head back, slapping his knee. A loud, “Ah!” came out from his mouth, “She did mention she was going to a spa today, how could I forget.” Seokjin chuckled and smiled fondly to his phone, typing a new message saying that he’s sorry for forgetting.

She didn’t tell me she was going to the spa. Namjoon clenched his jaws.

Namjoon caught Seokjin’s reflection from the metallic toy figure he had on one of his speakers. The smile on Seokjin’s face irritates him to a certain degree. Seokjin stood up abruptly and told him he was leaving and reminded Namjoon to deliver that message to you. Namjoon came home to an empty house. So he sat with his thoughts for about an hour or so.

His mind drifts back to when Seokjin sat with Jimin in the lounge sharing a pudding, Namjoon stood eaves-dropping by the racks. “And her father told her, that if her older step siblings come over and asked her for the land gerund, here’s what she had to do... and I told her, you’ll need a lawyer for that. So I gave her a phone number...” Seokjin slurps on the pudding while Jimin exhales, “Wow she really had it tough. And all we see whenever she’s around, is how carefree she is. I can’t believe she’s going through all that shit alone. Glad she has Namjoon-hyung around.” Seokjin agreed aggressively. “I mean how can those people ask her father to pay the 10K debts that they make, they are all old enough to make their own money...why pester her and her father?” Seokjin sounded very angry. And it humbles Namjoon.

Seokjin knew all this and he, a husband, didn’t? It’s unfathomable. And who is to be blamed for this? Why haven’t you tell him all this? Were you waiting for a good time to? Why did you hide all this from him? Why does Seokjin get to have this part of you? Why even Jimin knows this?

Why not me?

He thought about it so hard that he gotten ill for it. He came down with a fever in a middle of the night last night, so you turned the air-conditioner down low, tuck extra blankets on his side, woke up at 2.30AM to make him a warm honey lemon tea for him to take. He couldn’t move and he was shedding cold beads of sweats on his forehead and halfway down his face. You had to rub your hand up and down his arm, resting your forehead in between his shoulder blades, just so he could stop shaking. The next morning you called Seokjin to inform that he won’t be able to come to work when the truth was you forced him to rest and took his phone away while he was still weak. “Are you serious right now, Namjoon... I don’t want to scold you but you’re very unfit to work and you’re telling me that you’re okay? I’m sorry, BigHit won’t collapse to ashes just because you missed a day or two. Lie down.” You strictly pressed your palm down the middle of his chest.

“I have a few more tracks to go...” he mumbled weakly, lips pale and chapped, his palm, cold and the rest of his body is extremely warm. There’s really no stopping him, is there?

“I’ll let you work from home. Where I can make sure you aren’t dying. I haven’t used my annual leaves and I’m using it for this emergency.” You shot and Namjoon blinks away to the view of the curtain, knowing that there’s nothing he could say to make you change your mind.

“I can’t believe you overworked yourself,” you stomped out of the room and Namjoon lay in bed on his back, resting his wrist on his forehead, feeling the heat, emitting from his body like he was set on fire. Half of the day is gone and he finally found the strength to move his heavy body to the chair when you were doing the laundries. You brought the basket and walked past his open door. Slightly relieved that he left the door open so you can observe how he was doing. He almost always worked with the doors closed. It helps him concentrate more but he understood that you would hate that, so he didn’t. Something about your concerns about him makes him feel good about himself. That’s something he doesn’t like to share with anyone else—your attentions.

You noticed he moved from the bed so you unravelled the bedsheets and changed to a clean one. It’s essential to keep the bed sheets regularly changed, especially when someone fell sick. It was also a habit your mother had when you were younger. “Call me if you need anything...” you sang at him, passing by the door for a bit before going inside the laundry room, and threw all the bed sheets into the washing machine before taking out a vacuum.

Namjoon answered with a groggy, “Yes.”

With his half drunken honey lemon tea left on the desk, you took the mug away when he was reaching for it. “It’s cold. I’ll get you a new warm one and don’t let it sit. It brings you no good if it’s cold, Namjoon, please listen to me.” You hummed softly and disappeared. Namjoon rested his head to the desk that’s pounding out of context, arms dangling, his nose runny but no liquid is expelled, his entire body still aches even after consuming a painkiller and there’s heat all over his eyes area, making him feel impeccably miserable. It felt like he had been hit by a lorry and survived.

If this illness had come to this extent because all he did was overthink about you and your relationship with Seokjin, he’ll have to say something about it. He would have to let it leave his guts. He’ll have to voice it out. Only then, he’ll feel better.

Question is, how should he do that without sounding too harsh and possibly ignite another unwanted fight?

You came back with a new mug and warm tea. This time you placed a plate of cookies next to it and set them within his reach, before taking the WTAPS hoodie that he purchased and fold them in your arms. “...is this for Taehyung?” You asked and patted it twice, gently. Namjoon nodded once, clearing his throat while skimming his eyes over an article he was reading, on his PC. “Knowing Taehyung’s style, I wonder if he’ll be okay with something cheaper. That boy has a very expensive taste. This costs quite a lot too, right?” You asked. “Taehyung would be grateful for anything, really.” Namjoon’s croaky voice will need some getting used to. It’s like you’re speaking to a desert monster. The thought made you giggle. A cute desert monster.

Then, this monster called your name, gently. “Hmm?” You replied.

Namjoon beckoned you to come closer when he himself stood up and made you sit on his chair and him, cross legged on the floor so he looks up at you. His large hand covered both your knees as he spun the chair so you face him.

Then his hands fall in his lap, while his eyes shot up at you. “What’s happening, sweetie?” You smiled affectionately, drinking in his entire face and beautiful soul with your eyes. “You know I love you right? You’re everything to me...you take care of me, my food, my clothes, etc. etc...” Namjoon swayed his head to either side, as he speaks. Simply dazzling. “Namjoon,” you blinked at him. And by the looks in your eye, you knew that he’s beating around the bushes. You hoped that, with a stern call of his name, he would stop, and tell you straight what he’s been thinking about.

Namjoon inhales and exhales deeply as if he’s preparing himself to drop a bomb. “It’s about Seokjin.”

Your gaze fell to your fingers in your lap, knotting the together, just as you thoughts begins to the same. “He knows things I don’t. He speaks about stuff I know you should be telling me and not him...You tell him you’re going to the spa, you didn’t tell me that. I want to have surprise lunch with you too. I want to know about your family affairs. I want to—I just, I want to be a part of it. A part of you. I want to be included...too.” He blinks twice, eyes fidgeting to the sides as if he’s made a mistake or uncertain if he made the right choice of words.

Your hand extended to caress the side of his face, affectionately. Hoping that emotions you feel for him exudes through the touches. He clasp his hand over yours, and moved your hand to his lips to kiss your inner palm. “Sweetie...” you whispered. “I just don’t want to trouble you. You have your duties. You’re piled with work, I’ll only be an inconvenience to you... I never thought that you would feel... left-out...” you sighed.

“Please trouble me. Please continue to be an inconvenience to me. When we agreed to do this, when we agreed to marry, we promised to be each other’s strength and driving force. And we were doing so well, but I got busy and you thought I won’t give you attention when you need it and it just got to this point where—,” he pauses and just by a glance, you know he didn’t have to finish his sentence for you to understand what he meant, so he quipped, “But don’t give Seokjin, my job. You can talk to me about anything... I’ve talked to you about stars and constellations at 4AM—all my bullshit and nonsense, and you’ve embraced every each of it without a complaining one bit... so why won’t you let me do the same to you?” He sneezes. Very loudly.

You hurried to grab a tissue box and handed one to him. “My poor sweet baby angel,” you murmured, “I’m starting to think that you got sick because you’re jealous.” You chuckled. He opens his mouth to say something only sneeze again. “I am.” He sniffed, voice all nasally from the nose block. “This step sibling thing...” he started.

You held your tongue and told him that maybe, you’ll tell him after he gets well. It’s a lot of information to process. Egos, emotional turbulence, court callings, etc. It’s just too much for Namjoon’s poor health. But you know that you have to be careful. Taking too long to tell Namjoon the whole lot will bring up uncertainties and doubts in him, and the conversation you have today, will repeat itself. You told him to stay in bed until you get home from the outing with Seokjin. You promised him some red bean paste filled bun when you get home, so he held on every word.

“It’ll be short.” You smacked his lips with another kiss while his hand sliding down your hips, butt and thigh. He stayed laying on his side hugging his favourite Ryan plushie on one side of the bed. He had painkillers, puts on his colourful rainbow socks, and a book, nearby him in case he got bored. You took his phone away with you, “I’m taking this with me. Stay put. Use the house phone to call me, here.” You placed it next to his TV remote control. “I love you. Rest well. And I’ll be home as quick as I can.”

Namjoon nodded, bundled up in thick blankets, warm and fuzzy. Only his eyes were peeping through. He mumbled something but you couldn’t hear him so you pulled the blanket down a bit, just passing his lower lip. He groggily said,

“Can you keep me close,

Can you love me, most?”

Seokjin had probably reached here already but you took a moment to sit by the bed, your hand on the edge, drowning in Namjoon’s puffy blanket while he gaze to you, intently. You giggled and glanced down to the tip of his nose, “How does it feel like?”

He asked, “What?”

You murmur, and placed your face closer to his, “To be the reason behind someone’s ultimate happiness?”

Namjoon’s hand appeared from the depth of the blanket, to you, to fix the bang of your hair with the tip of his index finger, muttering, “I could ask you the same thing.” He gave a dimply smile that you simply couldn’t resist kissing.

You love Namjoon the most. The most endearing creature in the universe.