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pandorasword · 2 years ago

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Kang Chaeri's Masterlist

BTS 8TH MEMBER

🍒 About Chaeri

profile | before the fame

🍒 Relationships

𝘉𝘛𝘚 ᥫ᭡ hyung line | maknae line

𝘏��𝘣𝘦 ᥫ᭡ staff

𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 ᥫ᭡ her mother

𝘊𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 ᥫ᭡ the weeknd | new jeans | blackpink | harry styles

🍒 Love Life

ᥫ᭡ In chronological order, Chaeri's love life moments

ᥫ᭡ 𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 ● Pics and videos of Jk inside Chaeri's phone ● Hongjoong's favourite hairstyle ● Chaejoong types of kisses

🍒 Appearance and Aura

𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺 ᥫ᭡ ● hairstyles and which one is the member's favourite ● body and which part of it Jk's likes the most ● tattoos

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 ᥫ᭡ ● dark feminine energy

𝘚𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 ᥫ᭡ ● BTS - World Tour 'Love Yourself: Speak Yourself' Japan 2019.07.14 ● BTS - Fake Love - Music Video

🍒 Career

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 ᥫ᭡ first mini album

𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ᥫ᭡ her debut as actress

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 ᥫ᭡ apple ambassador

🍒 Mini Stories

🍒 Headcanons

𝙾𝚃𝟽 ᥫ᭡ ● Bedtime habits ● Mockingbird ● Gentlemen for Chaeri ● Fall in the snow

𝘑𝘪𝘯 ᥫ᭡ ● Jin came back home

𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 ᥫ᭡ ● The mattress and the necklace

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘪 ᥫ᭡ ● Trends that went viral thanks to Chaeri

🍒 Drabbles

𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 ᥫ᭡

● Valentine's Day

OT7 | 1.3K words | slice of life | In which Chaeri decides to spend her savings on a treat for her newly found "brothers" | february 2013

● Dior Fashion Show

Jimin; Hosek | 2.3k words | fluff | In which Dior's fashion show becomes just an excuse to forget about the hiatus | january 2023

● PTD On Stage in LA | Day 3

OT7 | 972 words | slice of life | In which Chaeri uses Tae's beauty to her benefit | december 2021

● J-Hope's Enlistment

Hoseok; Namjoon | 1.3k words | In which Hobi spends the night before enlisting with Chaeri and Namjoon | april 2023

● Sasaeng

OT7 | 5k words | hurt-comfort | In which Chaeri realizes that she took the wrong choice | 2020, pandemic period

𝘑𝘪𝘯 ᥫ᭡

● Fix you

1.1k words | fluff | In which Jin takes Chaeri to Coldplay concert | april 2017

𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪 ᥫ᭡

● Ginger Tea

1k words | fluff; hurt-comfort | In which Chaeri can't sleep due to stomach ache | april 2013

𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘫𝘰𝘰𝘯 ᥫ᭡

● Take it too far

1.1k words | angst; hurt-comfort | In which Namjoon is concerned about Chaeri's health | early 2021

𝘛𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 ᥫ᭡

● I've got my eye on you

2k words | angst; emotional | In which Chaeri realised that she missed the warmth of a hug more than she expected and that family may not always be a matter of blood | 2013; before their debut

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘪 ᥫ᭡

● Dragon boy

1.6k words | fluff; slice of life | In which a little fan steals Chaeri's heart | september 2019 to april 2023

𝘈𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻 ᥫ᭡

● Wooyoung's birthday

Wooyoung; Jimin | 1.k words | slice of life | In which Wooyoung asks Chaeri to introduce him to Jimin | november 2022

🍒 Digital Impact

● A look through Chaeri's popularity on international social media ●

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 ᥫ᭡ ● Calvins or nothing [15042023] ● Coachella girlies [16042023] ● Hanging out with Namjoon [30042023] ● Calvin Klein Event in may ● Maknae line at Agust D concert ● Namjoon's birthday [12092024]

𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ᥫ᭡

● 2022 BTS FESTA

Chaeri standing up for Jimin and him getting emotional

● Hide & Seek w/ BTS & Ashton Kutcher

𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴 ᥫ᭡

● Chaeri and Jungkook caught on camera

Chaekooknation, a popular YouTube channel dedicated to the Jungkook x Chaeri ship, recently posted a compilation of moments featuring the two that, according to the channel, hint at their secret relationship

● Chaeri and Hongjoong parenting their demon children

A compilation of moments where Chaeri and Hongjoong act like mom and dad of Ateez

𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘛𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ᥫ᭡ ● Tinittus ● Better than me

𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 ᥫ᭡ ● The 'flirt' line ● The way Namjoon looks at Chaeri ● Chaeri Airport Fashion ● Jimin and Chaeri attending Yoongi's concert ● Puberty ● Chaejoong | Heartless ● Videos of Chaeri that went viral

𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 / 𝘟 ᥫ᭡ ● Calvin Klein Fall 2023 ● JK's reaction to Chaeri's photo folio ● JK and his habit to remove in-ears when Chaeri sings

🍒 Ask Chaeri

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taehyungday · 1 year ago

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𝗦𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗚 - 𝚖.𝚢𝚐.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…998

I'm still not sure how I ended up here, but I was tethered to a chair in a basement of a building. My lips was also taped, so I couldn't shout for help. I just remember walking back to my apartment after a successful concert a few hours ago when I suddenly felt a great deal of pain in my head region. I turned around to find a masked man with a baseball bat smeared with blood, most likely my blood. I awoke here after that. My head was still aching, therefore I got a headache. I could only hope that my fellow members of my group would come here to look for me. But I knew they didn't call me often because our group didn't have a strong bond. And since this was our final show of the tour, and our record label granted us a two-month vacation thereafter, the chances of my members or managers looking for me were little to none.

Then I heard a pair of footsteps approaching. The cellar door was suddenly opened, showing a really gorgeous man with a poker face staring at me. There were also some other men with him who appeared to be his bodyguards. The man with the poker face approached me and pulled the tape from my mouth.

"I'd been looking forward to this moment for a long time." He stated.

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I began pleading with him to help me escape out of this cellar.

"Please, sir, I have no idea who you are, but don't harm me. Please let me go because I have done nothing wrong. Sir, I beg you."

"Unless you disobey my commands, I will not harm you." You'll be living in the basement until you figure out what your role is in the house. I intend to move you from this basement to my room as soon as you start behaving good. You must sign these papers until then." He remarked this as he threw some papers at me.

"Can you tell me what these documents are about?" I stated.

"Sweetheart, don't ask questions; just do what I say or you'll finish up with a bullet in your skull." He remarked this as he drew his weapon. I was terrified.

"Untie her from the chair, Jason, and provide her a pen." He told his men.

I've never been a big fan of music. Despite the fact that I had a girlfriend who was a member of a Kpop group. Because I was in a mafia gang, I told her to keep our relationship a secret. She didn't even tell her group mates about our affair. She asked me to one of her concerts after that. I opted to go because I didn't have any plans or task. I'm not sure what occurred to me after seeing her. She was simply hypnotic. The way she sang, danced, and laughed was fascinating. I couldn't understand it, but when she walked, everything began to look prettier. Because of her, my cold, dead heart began to beat again. That night, I returned home while just thinking about her, and I slept while her lovely voice echoed in my mind.

I began stalking her from that point on. I began collecting her photographs and glueing them to the wall. I created a room particularly for her, complete with her photographs and artwork. I purchased everything that featured her in a commercial. I even purchased some makeup accessories because she was selling it. My girlfriend began to notice that I was ignoring her. One day she arrived at my mansion and discovered Y/n's room, she was astonished and immediately began wrecking the place. I tried to stop her, but she was deafeningly deafeningly deafeningly deafen After she started spewing nonsense about y/n, my mind became agitated. HOW DARE SHE. That's when I grabbed a nearby wire. Then I strangled her as a result of it.

I alerted the police about her death after she died, and I urged them to cover it up by claiming she had committed suicide. The cops didn't question me because I had power over them.

When the world learned that their beloved idol had committed suicide, they were devastated. They began to lament her death. My darling Y/n was inconsolably wailing. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and comfort her, but I knew it wasn't the proper time.

I couldn't wait any longer after a few months. I couldn't figure out how to love her. But, my God, how much I loved her.

I told my men to kidnap her after a few weeks. That guy, on the other hand, hurt her by striking her in the head. That jerk deserves to perish slowly and painfully. I approached my Y/n after killing him, and just by glancing at her, I could tell she was terrified. What a beautiful young lady she was. I forced her to sign papers transferring her entertainment label to me. Because the ceo was afraid of a mafia, he didn't ask me any more questions regarding the paperwork or the weather-about y/n.

Despite the fact that the fanbase and group members were perplexed as to why y/n departed the group. But I was too engrossed in my alone time with y/n to notice that.

She was a thorn in my side at first, refusing to obey my orders. I began giving her less food and left her completely alone. I didn't even pay her a visit since I wanted to make her feel lonely so she would develop Stockholm syndrome and cherish my company. And that's exactly what occurred; she was pleased to see me. She began pleading with me not to leave. That's how my Y/n figured out her place in the family and began to love me.

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allora1233 · 2 years ago

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𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪: ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕐/ℕ 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥.

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"Come oooon Y/n, it'll be fun! Just a small hang out sesh. No cameras, none of that. All the guys will be there. I promise you're gonna love it!"

You sighed softly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you listened to probably the 5th plea today from your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon. The two of you have been dating for about 5 months now, but since he was in such a popular music group, you two decided to keep your relationship a secret. You never told anyone, even the friends he was in the band with, and you were honestly okay with keeping it that way for a little while longer. However, Namjoon couldn't be more of the opposite.

Namjoon cherishes his friends almost as much as he cherishes you. He is very proud of what they've become since they first got together. They are basically his second family. It would be an absolute dream for him to see his best friends and the love of his life meet each other and get along. Not to mention that he takes great pride in you and would show you off to the entire world if he could. You know this almost as much as he does.

Truthfully, the problem for you wasn't that you wouldn't like them or a fear of getting found out. Namjoon has already told you plenty of stories about them, and the videos they post online of their daily life pretty much confirm that you'd love to hang out with them. You were more afraid of the possibility that the others wouldn't like you. You've heard all about the infamous "V Test" and you had a strong feeling you wouldn't pass that, or the other guys' judgment tests for that matter.

"Joon, please. I'm really not sure if I want the others to know I'm your significant other yet. I know how much they mean to you, and I don't want to intrude... especially if they don't approve of me. Besides, what if someone outside of them sees us? As much as I love your fans, you know how some of them can get. I don't want to put either of us, or the guys, in that kind of situation..."

Your boyfriend was quick to silence your concerns with his reassurance. "I understand baby, I really do, but no one will know. I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure no one recognizes either of us before we get there. I know plenty of tricks to get us there safely. Furthermore, I'm not asking you to tell the guys who you are to me. We can just say we're friends. But I really just want you to meet them at least. They're really cool and they'll love you, trust me."

Namjoon gently takes your hand in his, lifting it up to press soft kisses to your knuckles. You couldn't help but melt a little at his tender touch. He looks back up at you and smiles. "At least think about it, okay? If you still don't want to when I leave tomorrow then I'll drop it." Even though you knew it would mean the world to him if you tagged along, you were still very grateful that he was also willing to wait until you were ready. You nod, returning the smile. "I will. Thank you."

And indeed you did. It kept you up a little later than you usually would stay up, outweighing the pros and cons of finally going out and introducing yourself to Namjoon's friends. After a long night, you turn over and cuddle close to the already asleep popstar, finally finding yourself drifting off to sleep content with your decision.

- - -

"I'll go."

The way Namjoon's face lights up at your words makes you feel even more sure of your decision. You'd have to meet his friends eventually, right? So just go for it. Besides, as long as you were with him, you knew everything would be okay.

Your boyfriend wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in a tight hug from behind as you finish making your breakfast. "Thank you baby. I promise you won't regret this. But if you do ever want to go home, just tell me and I'll take you back, okay?" You nod as he pecks a few chaste kisses against your cheek, which elicits a giggle out of you. After the two of you finished your breakfast and got dressed for the day, you both head out to a studio where you were meeting today. Apparently it belonged to one of his friends, Yoongi if you remember right.

You were a little nervous, and even though Namjoon texted the guys ahead of time and told them he'd bring a guest with him, you couldn't help but gently squeeze his hand anxiously. He looks down at you and offers you a gentle smile, one that helps you ground yourself before you spiral down a path of anxiety. It doesn't take much longer before the two of you are standing in the building of the studio.

After going up a level of stairs and down a hallway, you find yourself in front of a door. "Min Yoongi" was on a plaque that hung on the door. You turn to Namjoon, who looks around the hallway to make sure the coast is clear before giving you a quick, reassuring kiss. It definitely helps. After taking one deep breath, you open the door and walk in.

- - -

Out of everyone you met, the one person you definitely hit it off with was Jin. The two of you had been talking since the moment you walked in. Admittedly, it was partially due to the fact that during your viewings of the Run BTS episodes, you knew for a fact that you wanted to talk to Jin. The way he tries to keep respect because he's the oldest while also being one of the most childish people in the group was absolutely adorable and hilarious. Which, in its own way, is funny considering how much of a parental figure he really is to the rest of them, especially the three youngest. And it really seemed like he enjoyed your company too. Not like everyone else didn't, in fact, they were all really sweet and funny guys.

It has been a couple hours now since you arrived. You and Jin were practically attached at the hip, joking about anything with the others, making fun of the guys when they do something stupid, and just generally having a good time. It was such a relief that they made you feel comfortable. It didn’t feel like you had hijacked their group and added yourself in; you are a part of the group now. And Jin was especially accommodating.

After a while of hanging, you were getting a little hungry. Jin notices you staring at the empty candy bowl on the table for just a little bit too long. “You alright? Do you need anything to eat?” You look up at him and smile. “Oh, yeah. That would be nice. Thank you.” Jin smiles and gets up to grab you some snacks. In that moment by yourself, you decide to check up on your boyfriend. You didn't mean to go this long without saying something to him, but things just turned out that way. As you looked over to him, you noticed that he looked a little off. Namjoon was slightly slouched in his chair, arms folded over his chest as he listened in on Yoongi and Jimin's conversation, the corners of his pretty lips turned down into a frown.

Before you could catch his attention and ask him if he was alright, Jin came back from the kitchen with a nice assortment of snacks, sitting back down next to you. “Thanks, Jin.” You reach out to the table and grab one of the snack bars. Jin nods as he leans back on the couch. "So, how long have you and Joon known each other? We usually know most of the other guy's outside friends and we've never heard from you before."

"Yeah, well we only met a couple months ago. I guess that it just never came up. But he invited me to come out here today, and I'm very thankful that you guys have seemed to accept me into your group." Jin smiles and runs a hand through his hair, fixing the stray strands. "You're a really amazing person Y/n, of course we'd let you hang out! I'm glad he brought you. It's no wonder you and Namjoon became friends. Hopefully we can all get to know you as well as he does." You couldn't help but laugh a little under your breath, knowing no one was gonna know you as well as Namjoon does. "I'm glad you feel that way. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with you guys more, if that's okay."

"Of course that's okay! I love having you around, and I'm sure the others do too. You make a very nice addition to our little group. Your personality really lights up the room and you're nice to talk to, not to mention you're easy on the eyes." He winks. You laugh, pushing Jin's shoulder who simply laughs along with you.

"Dork! Flattery will get you nowhere. Not that I don't appreciate it." Jin shrugs, a knowing smirk on his lips. A loud groan grabs the attention of both of you, looking up at a clearly amused Jimin. "Get a room! Some of us want to talk in peace." He jokes as he shoves Jin to you, causing him to lose his balance and land with his head on your lap. More laughter erupts from the two of you as you roll your eyes and turn your head away from the others.

It was only at that moment that you actually got to steal a glance at Namjoon again. It didn't take a genius to realize that he wasn’t happy, except, you have never seen that kind of expression on his face before. You could see him biting the inside of his cheek and the line forming between his furrowed brows. He looks... bitter? No, no it's not that. More like he’s spiteful about something. Like he's trying to bite his tongue and keep himself composed, but the way he keeps clenching and relaxing his fists clearly shows otherwise.

He sees you looking at him, obviously confused by his demeanor, and simply rolls his eyes. He stands up and calmly walks out of the room. Honestly, that hurt you a little bit. He's never acted like this before, especially not towards you. You look around at the others, but no one seems to have noticed Namjoon’s exit nor how upset he seems to be. Without thinking, you gently lift Jin's head from your lap and get up off the couch to follow Namjoon outside the room, granting you some eyebrow raise from the others, especially Jin.

You walk out into the hallway, looking around before noticing your boyfriend leaning against the wall around the corner, back facing towards you. Cautiously, you walk up to him, keeping your voice quiet so as to not startle him. "Joon..? Hey, what's wrong? Why'd you leave-" Before you could finish your sentence, Namjoon turns around and quickly pulls you into a deep kiss. You squeak, not quite expecting the sudden affection. Before you could do anything in response, he pulled away, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

"Sorry, I just really needed that right now." You wrap your arms around him, gently playing with his hair. "Hey, it's okay honey. I’m just worried about you... Can you tell me what you're so upset about?" Your boyfriend looks up at you dumbfounded. "You really don't know...? You didn't see it?" You shake your head, brows furrowed in confusion. Namjoon shakes his head and lets out a breathy laugh, almost like he was relieved. "Jin's been flirting with you all day." It takes you a second to process what he said before you feel your face heat up in realization.

"What..? No, no he was just being nice. I just thought he was like that with everyone... Are you sure?" Namjoon laughs again before gently kissing your forehead. "Yes baby, I'm positive. Everyone saw it." You bury your face in your boyfriend's chest, hiding your shame. The fact that all of it went over your head made you feel like an idiot. "Oh my God, I'm so fucking stupid..."

"No, no you're not. And actually, I'm glad you didn't notice. It makes me feel a bit better." Now it was your turn to look up at him bewildered. "Why would that make you feel better?"

"Uh... I may or may not have gotten a little jealous of you two." As soon as he says that, all the little dots slowly start connecting in your mind. "Really?" Namjoon sighs softly and rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, and I really started to get frustrated at everything and myself. I didn't know I could feel that way, but I guess I'm just a protective person. Especially when it comes to you, baby. I'll do absolutely anything for you and to make you happy and keep you close to me." You couldn't help but smile at that last part. "And I was also mad at myself because I knew it wasn't yours or Jin's fault. It's not like we told anyone about us so I can't blame him for hitting on you, I'd do the same if we weren't already together. And I know you’d never do something like that to me. I just didn't like feeling angry at one of my best friends... I'm sorry. I was the one who said everything would be okay and now I'm messing things up."

You smile, gently wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another soft kiss to let him know that everything was okay now. "So, that's why you were upset when you left, hmm?" Namjoon looks up at you and nods. "And is that why you kissed me like that when I followed you out here?" You tease, finding the whole situation quite amusing. He nods again, this time a little more sheepishly.

You coo at your boyfriend's embarrassment, leaning up and kissing his cheek. "You’re too cute. If you wanted a moment all to ourselves, you could have just asked honey.~" You wink, very satisfied with the flustered reaction you got. It wasn't hard to see the rose color that bloomed up on his cheeks, and his sudden speechlessness always made you giggle. You gently grab his hand and squeeze it, bringing him back down to Earth. "Come on, let's go back. We can't keep everyone waiting forever."

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breezybangtanbebe · 2 months ago

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🌌Chapter Three🌌

About 3 Earth years ago.....

A quick warp on a bullet space train, just beyond the twin heavenly bodies Thalassa and Ignis, the famed ocean and volcanic planets of the eastern galaxy, was the planet Purpura.

The celestial giant's makeup ranged from lush purple landscapes of flower fields and high majestic mountains, violet-hued oceans brimming with mysterious creatures, and some of the most technologically advanced cities of platinum skyscrapers, hovercars, AI, and more.

Megan believed her home planet to be the most beautiful in the galaxy, despite not even seeing a full percentage of it but seeing the famed planet of indigo skies for herself has her reconsidering.

The raging chorus of applause and cheers filled the glass dome in the heart of the capital city of Bora, housing thousands of Borasian citizens who gathered to welcome back their planet's heroes. The brave seven that fearlessly thwarted the wrath of Acadamia, the legion of elders, and their army of mindless sentinels looking to destroy Purpura's core and strip her of all of their natural resources.

It was an extravagant scene, huge banners with very handsome faces plastered on them waved in the air as shimmering flecks of purple and white confetti rained over the crowd. Muffled chants of their names had been on loop for several minutes and Megan wondered just how famed and beloved these guys really were. Nobody on Luminasia garnered this much admiration since the King of Populrium's reign in the West.

But here she was, waiting backstage in a luxurious form-fitting bubble gum pink gown that she planned to take back to Luminasia with her, still in shock at all that had happened in the last 48 hours.

Megan had only happened to be on the planet pursuing her agenda that involved acquiring a certain jewel buried deep within the city's tunnel systems when she found herself caught in the crossfire as two of the members of Bangtan were overpowered by a group of some of the ugliest creatures she'd ever seen.

"Oooooh Phor, we most definitely upgrading all our shit after we cash this rock in. This mufucka thicker than me.." Megan snickered as she etched away the final bits of crumbling stone keeping her from excising the massive quartz from the ceiling with her compact drill.

The intricate subway of Bora was always under construction due to the vast development of the inner city's public transportation system. Which left several areas of the planet's crust, mantle, and ores exposed.

Being the conoisorre and collector of things shiny and valuable, Megan was elated when Phor alerted her of the very rare amethyst stone hidden within the planet's crust.

Just as she carefully clears away the last bit of rock and dirt surrounding the gem, a deep voice echoes in the hollow chamber.

"Huh?" Megan leans her head back to spot someone on the ground looking up at her. From behind her clear protective eyewear, the built-in software brightens her view and zooms in slightly. They're dressed in an all-black militant uniform, the bottom half of their face covered in a minimalistic black mask. A crop of black hair is pushed back, revealing their confused brow, one of which is marred with a vertical scar.

They yell up to her again in what she realizes is Boraean, repeating something she still couldn't understand.

Sighing, Megan lifts her head to resume mining away the last of what held the gem lodged in the mantle. With a soft *tink*, the amethyst jewel is yanked free and tucked in her bag that's strapped to her thigh. She zips it quickly before returning her attention to the ground.

"Um..sorry baby, I only speak Luminish. You got Papastop on yo phone?" she smiles awkwardly, still hanging upside down. The man tilts his head curiously, probably wondering what the hell a Luminasian was doing on Purpura anyway.

"Lumin...? Oh. Well, you shouldn't be in here. Very dangerous." the guy drawls with a heavy accent that has Megan wrinkling her nose in amusement. He spoke her language with concise fluency but still sounded a bit timid.

It was kind of cute.

"You should come down. Now," he adds, his tone a bit more definite than before.

Megan narrows her eyes at him before tapping the side of her glasses. The lenses darkened slightly as they zoomed in further on the man, studying his full form and focusing on the badge on his left breast.

She notes the symbol of two trapezoids pressed together, resembling a set of angular wings, along with Boraean text underneath it. It's a symbol she doesn't recognize and has to refer to her in-house expert on everything for intel.

"Phor, who dis?" she whispers, still hanging from the tunnel's high ceiling with an innocent smile on her face, her long black ponytail swinging like a pendulum.

From his cozy chair in Luminasia, Phor sets down the squeaky bone he was just gnawing on to address Megan's request. His screen is already showing him what her glasses were scanning, the masked male with the serious gaze and unidentifiable uniform.

Megan hears his keys tapping rapidly before he gives her a short answer.

"Min Yoongi. Member of the IHF, 3rd in command in the elite Squad of Bangtan." he reads to her monotonously before leaning back to resume chewing his toy. Megan's smile drops at the official-sounding title.

She had no clue who or what a Bangtan was but it didn't sound like anyone she wanted to be caught stealing a rare precious jewel from.

"You know what? You are so right. I was just about finished here anyway.." she chuckles, hurriedly unhooking herself from her climbing tools.

The man, now known as Yoongi, takes a careful step back while keeping his eye on the woman dropping from the ceiling and landing on her feet with feline-like agility.

Now that they were on the same level, Yoongi's hard gaze gave Megan's body a scan. She was about his height, slightly taller in her heeled boots, with a set of the most wicked curves he'd ever seen in her shiny black leather body suit. A silver zipper winked at him from where it sat just between her breasts, the brown globes of her cleavage distracting him for half a second before he remembered his manners.

"Um.." he blinks a few times before stammering. Megan smirks.

"W-What were you doing?"

Megan blinks back at him cartoonishly, glancing up at the big ass hole...

Well, holes. It took her a moment to find it.

....in the ceiling she made digging for the stone.

"I was uh...inspecting. I'm an inspector. Yeah.." she nods as if more to convince herself. Yoongi squints at her suspiciously, giving her another up-down with his eyes.

"Inspector?..."

"Yeah, the city hired me to inspect the tunnels to make sure it wasn't no bad shit...STUFF..up in there. Ya know..making sure everything is up to code." she nods again, her confidence in her lie dissolving the colder Yoongi's stare became. The scarred brow lifts incredulously and Megan can't help but notice the way his hand moves toward his waist. Luckily, he only pulls out a flashlight and uses it to shine up towards the ceiling again, seemingly counting the several holes Megan was responsible for in the name of her 'inspection'. She waited, awkwardly looking around as Yoongi took his time examining the ceiling. After a beat, he clicks the light off.

"Hmm, well. If you say so. But It's not safe here, like I said. You should follow me. I can get you to.."

A loud blast from the far end of the tunnel cuts him off, shaking the walls all around them. Megan's head turned sharply, whipping Yoongi in the face with her long ponytail as she squinted through the dust.

Shifting her lenses to night vision, a barrage of beasts with big bodies, little heads, long tails, and glowing eyes rushed into the tunnel from a hole made assumably them were clambering towards them.

"AishShibal.." Yoongi mutters in Boraean behind Megan, whose eyes are bugged out at the swarm of beasts approaching.

"THE FUCK IS THAT?" she and Phor exclaim in sync from across the galaxy, but Yoongi merely grabs the stunned woman by her wrist and takes off running.

The two dash away from the wave of encroaching creatures, Yoongi letting go of Megan to tap at something on his wrist before yelling into it in his native tongue.

Megan grimaced at the barrage of chaos around her, wishing she knew what he was saying so she could at least get a clue on what was going on.

"Phor! Help a bitch out!TranslateAGHHH!! ..." she yells, screaming out of reflex when she hears one of the creatures roar waaaay too close to her.

Phor pushes himself away from his desk and spins around on his chair to face another, where a matching set of monitors and projections fills the wall. He cracks his paw knuckles quickly before typing at the speed of light, coding and transmitting an upgrade to the earpiece Megan was wearing.

Seconds pass and the breathy foreign language coming from Yoongi now sounds more like Luminish and Megan starts to pick up what he is saying.

".....about 100 sentinels spotted, Captain! They've already flooded the west tunnel and are headed straight for the core. I'm on my way but I got sidetracked. Civilian in tow. Negative Captain, a woman. Yes sir. Coordinating our evacuation."

Megan furrows her brow curiously.

"Sentinels?Core?Civilian? Who me? The Hot Girl Coach??" she says to herself all while keeping up her stride in heels.

"FOLLOW ME!!" Yoongi yells, interrupting Megan's train of thought to yank her towards him. They make a sharp turn, placing them in a corridor to the side of the main tunnel. A gust of wind hits them as the flood of sentinels rushes past them to leave an eery silence in their wake.

Megan is still catching her breath when Yoongi begins stepping deeper into the smaller tunnel. She was doubled over with her hands on her knees, panting heavily. She lifted a finger that signaled for him to give her a moment.

"Wheew shit. Wheeew...ok...waitwaitwait.." she mumbles and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"They are gone but they will be back. They're looking for the core," he states all too plainly.

Yoongi pauses to begin taking stock of his weapons, an array of holstered handguns and blades at his waist. Two long swords are sheathed behind his back and Megan takes note of them when he turns to pull out of the guns on his hip, turning it to the side and examining it closely.

"Core?" Megan exhaled, finally standing upright and breathing somewhat normally. Yoongi looks at her and nods.

"Purpura's core. Source of all life on the planet. They want to eat it."

Megan had heard of malevolent races that sought to conquer and destroy other planets. Luminasia was actually founded under such a rule long ago before hundreds of years of fighting made it what it was today. As time passed, talks of wars and the world eaters had dwindled as peace across the galaxy seemed to be achieved.

But it seemed as though evil still lurked and had taken and more covert approach in carrying out its agenda.

It didn't seem like Yoongi was in the mood to explain further since he went quiet, leaving the floor open for Megan while he assessed his arsenal.

"Ok? So what now? We're just gonna hide in here and wait for those things to circle back?"

Yoongi makes a sound under his mask at the word we, shaking his head and looking over his shoulder into the looming darkness deeper into the crevice they entered.

"No. I'm taking you to my captain and he'll give me orders on how to proceed. Come.." he says as he finishes prepping, lifting his gaze to find Megan watching him.

She stares at him blankly, a soft scowl forming between her brows.

"Well fuck! All I came here to do was pop in, get the rock, and pop out on the next back to L-town! Not get caught up in some end of the world ass shit! What if he's a fed? What if this captain finds out what Im really here for and locks me up in some purple bars jail cell with criminals and shit?!! The fuck I look like getting stuck on Purpura and I have a nail appointment next week.." she says to herself. Glancing behind herself towards where she and Yoongi had just escaped being trampled to death by those things, she pokes her lip out thoughtfully.

"Please. There isn't much time" Yoongi's voice cuts through her inner monologuing, not sounding any more patient than he did before.

He extends his hand to her and Megan's eyes drop it suspiciously.

"..I mean...he did just save your ass, Megan. He could have just left us out there. Maybe he and this captain can help find you a way out of here without ending up something's entree." her inner voice throws into the pool of doubt in her mind, the image of her being picked out of some freaky-looking monster's teeth rippling in its reflection.

She sighs heavily in submission, stepping towards Yoongi in preparation to follow.

"Fuck it."

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ilarianae · 2 years ago

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— 10 Reasons to Share a Bed with Namjoon

pairing. namjoon x reader (modern au)

wc. 2,700

note. divided a list of prompts and will only be doing the hyung line; the next 10 reasons will be for hoseok, so stay tuned for that! as always, thank you for reading, and the writing below is inspired by the list of prompts provided from the Tumblr @promptful.

cw. mature language, aftermaths of fights, arranged marriages, alcohol consumption, injuries, parental abuse, adorable namjoon, hinted smut (but still pg13) — just a mix between angsty and fluffy.

Because this is an arranged marriage.

The two of you were uncomfortable; at least that much was clear.

Having gone through with your parents’ marriage decision wasn’t the first choice for either of you, yet here you were, hours after your wedding, about to ‘consummate.’ Your heartbeat was in your chest. You could feel it pound harshly as you sat on the king-sized bed. Namjoon was by the doorway, looking red himself, pulling at his tie to loosen.

“We… don’t have to do anything tonight, you know.” He started with an uncomfortable cough, avoiding looking at you. “They’d never know the truth.”

“Yeah…” You had already changed for the evening, a simple but still sexy night dress that left little to the eye. It made you cold. It made you feel like you weren’t you. “I know my parents wouldn’t check, but… yours?”

He understood your question. “No, they trust me enough.”

“Okay.”

Another awkward pause as Namjoon changed into his pajamas. You turned your head to give him privacy, doing the same for him as he did for you. It was moments of embarrassment like these that made you wish for a bathroom attached to the bedroom of the lodge.

Sudden warmth was placed around your shoulders. You flinched at the presence of a blanket around you and looked up to find Namjoon towering over your figure.

“You seemed cold.” He looked bashful, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, it’s fine.” You placed a hand over his resting on your shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, his ears turning bright pink, “anyways, I can sleep on the floor.”

“No, no, that’d be cruel, Namjoon.”

“It’s just one night. I’ll be okay.”

“The floor is made of tiles.” You shook your head, scooting to one side of the bed. “It’s big enough,” You gestured toward the space. “Let’s share.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course… Please join me in bed, my dear husband.”

Because you’ve been kicked out, and he’s the only safe place to go.

“I know you don’t have the space, and I know this is extremely selfish of me, but—!”

“Get in here,” He didn’t hesitate, pulling you out from the blizzard-like storm raging outside. “How could they just force you to leave like that?!”

His fury should’ve been on you; it had been your parents that kicked you out for the nth time. Yet, you were quiet, apart from the small chatters emitting from your teeth. Namjoon rushed out of his living room, returning in a flash with one of his shirts and a heated blanket. The sight of his worrying almost made you laugh; he seemed like the parent you never had, changing your wet and frozen shirt to another, doting on you, and caring for you.

The realization squeezed your heart. You felt like you were about to cry.

“Come ‘ere,” he wrapped his blanket around you like a little burrito, pulling you into his warm embrace.

Your eyes stung. “They kicked me out there… to die.”

Namjoon let out a shuddered breath. He knew what monsters your parents were and what type of things they usually did. He just didn’t expect it to go to this extreme. Looking you over, he could see how violently the wind slashed your cheeks, how close to being frostbitten your nose and fingers were.

He came to a conclusion. “I’m not letting you go back that.”

“Namjoon…”

He picked you up, holding you close and taking you to bed.

“I won’t let you go. Not anymore.”

Because you’ve let him crash so many times before.

“Don’t trip over that,” you warned about the pile of clothes on the floor as you directed Namjoon into the room.

He giggled, letting out a rare laugh that you heard only when he was drunk. “Messy, messy,” the man teased you, leaning heavily on your shoulder.

“Ack! Namjoon, come on, the bed’s right there, and you already know the drill.” You almost flung him onto your comforter, heaving at the effort it took to bring him up the stairs and away from your house party.

“Wait!” He cried out when he noticed you were returning to the ruckus downstairs. “Don’t leave!”

You sighed, wiping your face with your hand. Then, turning back to the male in your bed, you were greeted with the sight of Namjoon giving you puppy eyes. He was under the covers, most of his clothes discarded on the floor, and one of his hands raised to pat the spot next to him.

“I need you,” those three simple words were enough to make your heart jump.

“…Fine. But for only a couple of minutes, alright? I need to make sure the others aren’t wrecking the house.”

“They won’t. Jin trained them well.” He snickered, lunging forward to pull you into him once you were close enough. “Aha!”

“Namjoon!” You scolded, barely falling on top of him. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he dug his face into your bare shoulder, kissing your skin softly. “I’ll always need you.”

Because he loves the way you wrap around him.

His mouth was so close to the skin of your neck that if he raised his head only a little more, he could kiss it. His hands were in a similar predicament, resting just barely above your behind, and if Namjoon wanted to, he could play with the elastic of your underwear. Temptations, temptations.

And he loved it.

The two of you weren’t together, but he still loved it.

It wasn’t easy being your roommate and only that, God knows he tried being more, but sharing an apartment with you gave him little moments like these: moments to hold you close, moments to have you fall asleep on his chest. Oh god, he was going to go insane.

A soft sigh parted your lips, and you subconsciously snuggled closer to him, your hands seeking his warmth beneath his shirt. Namjoon almost shivered in delight. He hugged you tighter, swearing to himself never to let you go.

At least, not until you knew exactly how much he loved you.

He whispered your name; it fell from his mouth endearingly.

“I love you.”

Because the little hums you make against his ear to send him to sleep also send warmth down my body.

He never hugged you like this before.

You couldn’t help but think a particular type of flu overtook Namjoon’s mind as he rested closely beside you in your bed. His arms were wrapped loosely around your waist, almost as if he couldn’t bare to let you go, and he snored softly in your ear. Even so, you continued to hum your little tunes, knowing it helped calm him down after the bad news he’d just received.

Namjoon was getting transferred to the other side of Korea for work. So his daily dose of you will surely lessen to once or twice a month if he was lucky enough to pull vacation days from his demanding job.

It hurt him. Being unable to see you as much as he is now hurt him.

So, of course, he was hesitant to let you go, even in sleep. It didn’t matter much to you; your feelings were the same. So you continued to hum until your throat grew sore from the exertion, until your mouth was dry, and your lungs were desperate for a break.

Anything for him.

Anything for your Namjoon, for the love of your life.

Because his fingertips over your muscles send you to sleep.

His fingers dug into the back of your shoulders, and you bit your lip to hide a moan.

Namjoon was skilled, and you would die on that hill. How he softly caressed your upper back, rising slowly and massaging up to your neck… it was to die for. And he knew he was good too; if you were to raise your head and check on his face, you’d undoubtedly see a smug smile on his mouth.

You mustn’t let him know how highly you thought of him.

But frankly, Namjoon’s mind wasn’t on your verbal approval. At least, not right now. He shuffled his body closer to you and pressed a wet kiss on your bare hip dimples. Namjoon continued his trek upwards, placing open-mouthed kisses on your spine, making you shiver and hold the pillow below your head tighter.

You couldn’t open your eyes to acknowledge him, not when he was making you feel this hot with simple kisses. But Namjoon leaned over your resting body, his broad and muscular arms keeping him balanced and placed on the sides of your head. He tilted forward, kissed the back of your ear once, twice, and grinned when seeing your scrunched nose.

He whispered out your name seductively. “Did my skillful fingers put you to sleep?”

Because your cat sleeps on his chest. (he’s not here for you… of course.)

“Well, I guess I’m just going to have to stay.”

“��Don’t sound so happy, Kim.” You rolled your eyes at him, crawling into bed by his side.

Namjoon stopped petting your cat for a moment, the little grumpy thing whining in a complaint, to open his arms to you. You sent him a glare, a part of you wanting to be a bit difficult about this situation thrust upon you, but his cheeky grin was enough to make you waver. Instead, you cuddled to his side, resting your head on his chest and raising your hand to caress your pet.

“She likes you,” Namjoon chuckled teasingly, squirming when you lightly pinched his sides.

“Of course she does. She’s my baby.”

“And she’s sleeping on me.”

“Hm,” You paid him no heed, locking a leg over his and watching as your cat readjusted herself to rest in the small space between you. “There’s no chance she likes you more than me.”

“I didn’t say that.” Namjoon’s calloused fingers pulled your chin up so he could meet your eyes. He glanced down at your lips, and your breath got caught in your chest.

“…Then what are you trying to say?”

“Maybe,” he leaned closer, “she just wants us together.”

Namjoon sealed the space in between.

Because it’s between sharing with you or you sharing with others.

Please forgive him, for he will always be selfish.

Please forgive Namjoon, for he will always choose your company, your space, and your love over anything else. He can’t live without you, he can’t sleep without you, and the mere thought of you sharing the bed with someone else during this camping trip would’ve been too much for him to bear.

He watched silently as you got ready for bed, almost memorizing your skincare routine. Of course, Namjoon had seen it countless times before, having been your childhood friend and other half since the two of you were in middle school, but it still never failed to keep him interested.

Once you were done, he couldn’t help but hide a grin at the bounce in your step when you neared the bed. Namjoon opened his arms, pulled you in, and the two of you instantly got into your designated positions. Like two pieces of a puzzle meant to fit together for today and the rest of eternity, he absentmindedly ran his fingers over your bare thighs and calves.

You giggled. “Imagine if I actually ended up sharing this room with someone else.”

“I would’ve cried,” he responded instantly.

“Yeah, right.” You raised your head, resting your chin on his chest. “You would’ve been grumpy, sure, but I bet you would’ve sucked it up and said nothing.”

The confidence in your words was what made him pin you to the bed. He leaned forward, capturing your lips with his own, kissing you fiercely. Only when you were red and out of breath did Namjoon pull back, nipping the side of your jaw in a slight scolding.

“You bet, you said?” He had that glint in his eye that told you his brilliant mind was conjuring up something. “Fine then, I’ll tell them tomorrow myself.”

“T-Tell them? Tell them what?”

“That you’re mine, of course.”

Because you’ll always be the one to patch him up.

You wrapped the gauze around his knuckles, your lips pulled down into a frown at how damaged his hands were. Once or twice you tried meeting his eyes, but Namjoon avoided your gaze, too stubborn to tell you how he got hurt. It didn’t matter much anyways; anyone could look at his hands and face and recognize he got into a fight.

So the two of you remained silent, Namjoon evading conversation and you simmering in your anger. Then, once you were done with his hands, you pushed him towards the bed, forcing him to sit at the edge so you could focus on his face. Namjoon allowed himself to be moved, quite submissive of him as if he knew that defiance would start a screaming match.

“Raise your head,” you ordered, placing your fingertips below his chin. “You’re tall, so how the fuck did they hit your eyebrow, hm?”

Namjoon almost looked away. “…We were on the floor.”

“On the floor.” You repeated with a clenched jaw. “You idiot.”

Dabbing the gash on his eyebrow with a cotton ball to wipe away the blood, you quickly finished cleaning his face. The lack of communication urged you to work faster, so you could abandon Namjoon in your room and calm down. Once you were done, you closed your med kit and leaned away from him.

“Done.”

“Hey, wait.” You ignored him, opening your bedroom door. He called your name. “Please, I just—“

“Just what?” You whirled around to glare at him, faltering when realizing Namjoon stood up and loomed over you.

He hesitantly took the med kit from your hands, placing it on your desk before connecting his fingers with yours. “I know you’re mad… I just need time to think things through, but I’ll tell you everything, I swear.”

“That’s not what I’m mad about, Kim.” Your use of his last name made his fingers twitch. “You told me you’d stop.”

“I know, I know… Just…” He pulled you closer, leaning down to rest his forehead on your own. “Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

“And stay that way. I deserve it. But also stay here.”

You couldn’t leave even if you wanted to: his fingertips already traveled from your hands to your waist, and he was so close, so so close, to the point where you could feel his breath bounce off your cheeks. To the point where you can smell his fantastic cologne.

“Fine. But we’re having a discussion later.”

“Deal.”

Because your breakfast is his favorite thing.

You placed the two plates on the dining table, humming a little happy tune at your accomplishment. It looked delicious: an English breakfast fit for kings. Or, in other words, fit for Namjoon, who had yet to stop begging to stay the night. Instead, he preferred crowding with you in a little bed rather than his luxurious king-sized one back home— only to have your home-cooked breakfast the following day.

“Namjoon!” You called out, turning towards the stairs. “Breakfast is ready!”

No response.

You decided to give him a minute or two, placing the milk carton at the center of the table and focusing on cleaning up the kitchen a bit to pass the time. But Namjoon never came down.

With a grumble, you stomped up the stairs and entered your room. He was still slumped in bed, wrapped around your comforter, his dark locks splayed all over your pillows. You let out a sigh; getting Namjoon up in the morning was always challenging.

“Hey, our food is going to get cold.” You poked his cheek with a frown. “Joonie?”

“I’m up. I’m getting up.” He mumbled in return, making no effort to move.

“Right…” You put your hands on your hips. “Come on, I have to make breakfast for you and wake you up?”

“Shut up.”

He wrapped a hand around the back of your knees, pulling you onto the bed. You shrieked in surprise, the loss of balance bringing you on top of him.

“Wait! Our breakfast!” You complained as he brought you under the covers, using you as a body pillow. “Namjoon!”

“We can always reheat it,” Namjoon hid a grin. “Now sleep.”

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moonstruck-poet · 1 year ago

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His Goodluck Charm

Pairing - Kim Namjoon x wife!reader

Summary - It'll soon be Namjoon's performance but you had been travelling and were not present during the start.

Warnings - none

"Where are you?" His slightly longing voice was heard through the phone.

"I'm coming, Joon," you sighed, keeping your eyes on the road after putting the device on speaker. "I promised didn't I?"

"I know you did.. But the show's about to start soon enough".

"I know, I know," you muttered and internally cursed at the long line of cars visible from a distance. "I'll try to be there as quick as possible".

He was silent, but you understood anyways. This show in particular meant a lot, both to his fans and him, and you knew that. That was the exact reason why you had applied to go home two days earlier than your schedule and your company had graciously agreed.

"Love," you said, consoling gently. "I'm gonna be there. Maybe not at the start but I'll be there till the end. Just perform your heart out, yeah? Do what you do best".

He exhaled, "Okay," he said after a pause. "I just- I missed you a lot. I wanted you backstage before the show".

He was of course extremely happy that you were coming, never taking it for granted. But a part of him would've loved it even more if he would have received your best wishes before his performace. You were definitely his lucky charm. He felt a different kind of pressure and stress today and wanted nothing more than your warm embrace.

Your heart cracked at the sadness in his voice. If you could've teleported to any place, you would've done so in a heartbeat. But unfortunately the streets of Seoul were not helping your case.

"Namjoon, hey listen to me," you said firmly. "You are going to give the best performance right now. I know you will and remember that I'm always gonna be there, cheering you on. I'll just be some time late".

"Yeah I understand, it's fine. I'm sorry, I'm just a bit overwhelmed," he replied. "Take your time, don't rush. I would prefer it much more for you to be safe".

You nodded though he couldn't see it and felt relieved at seeing the traffic clearing swiftly.

"I have to go now," he interrupted your thoughts. "Drive slowly, please. I love you," his tone became tender naturally.

"I love you too," you whispered with a smile. "Now go little rockstar".

He laughed softly and gave you one last loving endearment before hanging up.

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Namjoon was feeling the adrenaline rush to the maximum as he had just finished singing 'Persona'. He removed his earpieces and felt a smile gracing his face after listening to the constant chants of his name.

He raised in hands up in the air in appreciation and the audience's response was heightened by the action making him chuckle warmly.

Unknowingly his eyes flitted to the backstage, wandering fractically to scan the area. But the previous twitch of his lips slowly evaporated, leaving behind a tight-lipped smile at seeing the usual crew rushing around behind the curtains with absolutely no sign of you.

He swallowed, face contorting a little because dammnit did he want you here right now. The next song he was about to sing was your recent favorites. One that had brought literal tears to your eyes when you'd first heard the final recording.

He sighed, accepting the fact that you would miss that too and took a minute to gather himself for his next track. After a sign from him, the song started, making the crowd burst into a huge round of cheers and he smiled, thoughts of you taking the space at the very back of his mind.

'Flower field that's where I'm at, open land that's where I'm at. No name that's what I have, no shame I'm on my grave'.

He started singing, all of his worries dissipating as music took control of his body. He closed his eyes and moved his arms to the beat naturally.

He walked around the stage, sweeping his gaze over the crowd who were vibing their army bombs perfectly. He interacted with them through his gestures and got a small jump in his steps as the chorus neared.

And as though his love story was a remake of some fairytale, his eyes found yours at the exact moment Youjeen's smooth, powerful vocals filled the arena.

He was grateful that it wasn't his part or he'd have been speechless. His slow dancing came to an abrupt halt as he simply stood there, right in the middle of the stage with a strange ringing in his ears.

The whole world faded away slowly, the audience growing dimmer thereby increasing your spotlight in his gaze with the song's vocals as the perfect background track. He just stared, unable to believe that you actually were present before flashing that endearing, dimpled smile of his.

You smiled back radiantly, swaying your body to the rhythm of the music and blowing him a kiss that made his grin stretch. But then your eyes widened and he seemed confused at first before realising that he was in the midst of a literal performance, not in the middle of some kind of an amazing daydream.

He just gave you a subtle kiss which was a hundred percent visible to his fandom that consisted of talented detectives. Not a single thing could ever escape their keen eyes.

He resumed his rapping, finding a new excitement which was audible in his flow. He moved around energetically, his gaze wandering and somehow always finding their way to yours.

For a moment he seemed to forget the thought that today could very well be his last performance before his enlistment. All that seemed to occupy his mind currently were his fans, the music, and of course, you.

And slowly but surely the song came to an end, making the stadium erupt in an ear-splitting applause.

The love everybody had for Kim Namjoon was defeaning, you thought to yourself and looked around at all the happy faces. Feeling so proud that your man was the reason for all those delicate and precious smiles.

You continued watching his ending speech, your eyes displaying everything you felt. With one last bow towards the audience that was his entire world, he waved and exited with another round of cheers.

The place started to empty and you didn't waste another moment to go back stage, the staff recognizing you immediately and offering you bright grins as they directed you towards your husband who was freshening up from the tiring show.

You leaned against the doorframe of his changing room, just admiring him as he did a simple activity of washing his face.

"You did brilliantly, my love," you whispered as he was wiping his cheeks and he whipped around at an alarming speed.

The towel dropped from his hands as he took long strides towards you, wasting not even a second before engulfing your body securely in his arms. He exhaled heavily and tightened his hold, his heart breating erratically as it had found its partner after quite a long time.

"You're here," he whispered onto your skin, lips brushing the top of your ear delicately.

"Of course I am, wouldn't miss it for the world. You already know that," you smiled and rubbed his back, relishing in the feeling of being so close to him.

"I don't think I've ever missed you so much before," he commented earning a soft laugh from you.

Namjoon made no move to pull away and neither did you, wanting him to stay for as long as he needs.

He finally pulled back and sighed as his eyes landed on yours, scanning every small inch of your face to halt on your lips. And he leaned forward, hands moving to cup your cheeks possessively as he kisses you with a fiery passion. Lighting up every one of your senses until they burned with love.

"Woah," you murmured after he pulled back, a red hue fully coating your cheeks as you stared, starstruck. "If that's what I get for being away for a week.. maybe I should go out quite frequently".

He rolled his eyes, chuckling, "You wouldn't dare to do that".

"Sure I won't".

He narrowed his eyes playfully before sneakily wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest as he gazed intensely at you.

"What are you d-" your breath hitched as he bit his lip and was extremely close.

He held the eye contact for what seemed like an eternity, not at all making a move and nearly killing you at the lack of action. Abruptly though he tore apart, successfully breaking the tension.

A frown was unintentionally drawn on your lips while you watched your man laugh hyaterically, tears almost on the verge of spilling as he covered his face, his shoulders shaking as he cackled.

"You are so mean and for what?" You groaned and slumped on the couch. "I hate you".

"Sure you do," he repeated your earlier words back to you.

Another huff slipped past your lips as you turned towards him, preparing for giving him a very beautiful speech when you were interrupted. Again.

This time by your husband launching himself onto you, kissing you with a huge smile that made it a little difficult to continue your shenanigans properly.

You were once again left breathless when he moved back and blinked, gathering whatever coherent thought there was present in your brain to glare at him.

Meanwhile he grinned that iconic twitch of his, dimples on full display and god he looked so handsome that you couldn't help but smile yourself.

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socksfirst1 · 2 years ago

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Does anybody know this BTS hybrid story where y/n and her two friends go to the center to adopt a hybrid child for them and as their walking to sign the paperwork y/n comes across a door and it has some very “aggressive” hybrids in the room(aka BTS) and the worker is kinda obsessed with the patriots?

#poly bts x reader #hybrid bts #bts x reader #bts fic #bts #bts v #bts suga #bts rap monster #bts jhope

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neweydition · 2 years ago

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Purple boys

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seoulbread · 1 year ago

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1419 hours

synopsis: just a little idea for a slow-burn; kim namjoon x reader

please

please, is all I can think as I look at him smiling, his dimples slowly deepening.

please don’t break me.

“I hope I can get to know you…”

…when you’re the only one who knows how to put me back.

“goodnight, 자기.”

intellectual property of @ seoulbread 2023.

do not repost, modify, translate.

#kim namjoon #namjoon #RM #rap monster #kim namjoon drabble #fic idea #slow burn #joonie #bts namjoon

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pandorasword · 2 years ago

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

ꕥ Stage name: CHAERI

ꕥ Birth name: Kang Chaeri

ꕥ Hangul: 채리

ꕥ Meaning: Cherry

ꕥ Nicknames: Chérie

ꕥ Birthdate: December 17, 1998

ꕥ Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius. Instead, according to the Korean/Chinese horoscope she was born under the sign of the Tiger

ꕥ Birthplace: Jeju-Do

ꕥ Places where she lived: Jeju-Do; Paris

ꕥ Ethnicity: Korean

ꕥ Languages: Fluent in Korean and French. Currently learning English and Japanese at a higher level than school level

ꕥ Height: 163cm - 5’4 feet

ꕥ Weight: 45kg

ꕥ Blood type: AB Negative

ꕥ Education: Home-schooled

ꕥ Position: Main dancer, Lead vocalist, Maknae

ꕥ Debut: June 13, 2013

ꕥ Debut age: 14 1/2 years old | 15 1/2 years old in Korean age

ꕥ Trainee period: Almost 1 year

ꕥ Instagram: bts.bighitofficial (official) | chaeri (individual)

ꕥ Twitter: bts_twt (official)

ꕥ YouTube: BANGTANTV

ꕥ Relationship status: Taken

ꕥ Family members: Kang Dal (Brother) 달 Kim Eun (Mother) 은 Kang Si-u (Father) 시우

ꕥ Close friends (outside the company): Yeri (Red Velvet) Soojin ( (G)I-DLE ) Mingyu, The8 and Vernon (SEVENTEEN) Chan ( A.C.E. )

ꕥ MBTI: ENFJ-T; Turbulent Protagonist

ꕥ Personality:

◌ Sensitive to the problems of others;

◌ Not comfortable dealing with emotions and stress. This help tho to empathize more deeply with others who are having trouble dealing with similar things;

◌ Charismatic and natural leader;

◌ Likely to ask for an opinion but unlikely to change their minds;

◌ Hothead;

◌ Outgoing and friendly;

◌ Rebellious;

ꕥ Known for:

Being the only girl in a group that was supposed to have only boys;

Daughter of a former Prima Ballerina of the Paris Ballet;

Being best friends with Red Velvet’s Yuri;

Being able to dance any style;

Being overly spoilt by her bangtans’ brothers;

Taking pics everywhere she goes;

Becoming a trainee and debuting within a year;

Loving wine, like a lot (and sparkling cocktails too);

Being the first member of BTS to officially announce to be in a relationship;

Being one of the idols who changes the most outfits during a single show;

Being the other half of V (platonic);

Being the enthusiastic caretaker of the group;

Being very flexible;

Being among the best idol dancers of her generation;

Being one of the most influential women representing South Korea;

Creating her own fashion brand as a solo business. It's labeled ‘JEONG'.

Fans freaked out by the coincidence that the brand name and Jeon Jungkook's name are almost the same, but in fact most Armys seems to not to believe in coincidences. The word 'Jeong', which is untranslatable in other languages, can, however, be traced back to the Korean word for 'connection'. It is an emotional and psychological bond. It should be pointed out that it is not us who experience 'Jeong' but it is the ‘Jeong’ that makes us connected to another person, to an animal, to a place. Her brand logo ↓

ꕥ Facts:

◌ She was named Chaeri because during the pregnancy her mother was always craving cherries

◌ According to BTS managers, Chaeri is good at negotiating and making counterproposals to reach a meeting point between the request (of the managers) and the solution (what she would like to do instead)

◌ She studied ballet (and other dance styles in the background) from the age of 3 until she was 13, international age. Being the daughter of a prima ballerina, her mother expected a bright future from her in that.

◌ Her parents separated shortly after her birth. Her mother could not bear the fact that her husband's plans to start a world-famous restaurant chain had gone up in smoke. So she left with her two children for Europe, Paris, to make them study ballet professionally and settle there full-time.

◌ In an interview, Chaeri explains how she found herself having to ask the hyung line, rather than her parents, for permission to do or not do certain things during her teenage years. When asked who among them was most likely to let her do what she wanted, her answer was J-Hope

◌ She left Paris at the age of 13 to live again with her father in Jeju-do, deciding to leave ballet for good and devote herself to dance styles that more reflected her wishes. She doesn't like to talk about the real reasons why she left Europe

◌ Her fashion brand, JEONG, is based solely on the creation of couples' clothing and matching outfits

◌ She has a high level of stamina as long as she is in the middle of something, when she stops she suddenly feels fatigue crushing her

◌ During the first months of living with the BTS members, the thought of having to sleep in a single room with seven men made her completely uncomfortable, yet she feared hurting their feelings by expressing this concern since everyone had been kind and helpful to her from the start. That is why, for months, she would let them all fall asleep before leaving the room and positioning herself on a folding chair in the small, messy living room. One night, after a while, she found herself simply falling asleep in her bed before the others did, and the next morning, she finally realized that she felt safe surrounded by those boys and that sleeping with them would not turn out to be so bad.

◌ Her brother, Dal, is three years older than her. Their relationship is troubled as he is still on good terms with their mother and she is not.

◌ She has known Chan, a member of the group A.C.E., since before they both debuted

◌ She was home-schooled by a tutor in both France and Korea during her teenage years. When both of her parents agreed to sign their daughter's contract with Big Hit, as she was a minor, her mother made it clear to the company that she wanted her daughter to continue home-schooling or she would not have accepted the agreement. Therefore, unlike Jungkook, she did not attend SOPA or any other art schools. In several videos, Chaeri can be seen, at the oddest moments, alongside a man with a censored face intent on studying or transcribing something. The name of the Korean tutor has never been revealed

◌ During her periods of rebellion she always justified herself by saying that since she was home-schooled, those were her only opportunities to be unreasonable and that they should have dealt with that

◌ She is completely comfortable with her feminine vibes

◌ As soon as she became adult enough, she made it very clear to the company that she wanted to abandon that uniquely soft image they were propagating of her and begin to define her identity as a Woman

◌ She is in a relationship with Ateez’s captain, Hongjoong. Although she feels great affection towards him, she is sure that if her first love was not a forbidden love, nothing would have ever clicked between them. In a private conversation, when asked by Taehyung if that was the kind of love she was looking for, she replied that 'he calms her mind’. The couple is much loved by fans and tabloids

◌ Her father is her number one fan

ꕥ Hobbies: ◌ Aerial yoga ◌ Snowboarding ◌ Designing clothes for her brand, she enjoys it so much that she won't call it a duty ◌ Any reckless sport

ꕥ Her top 5 songs: ♪ Obsessed - Mariah Carey ♪ Tous les Mêmes - Stromae ♪ Gotta go - Chung Ha ♪ Moth to a flame - The Weeknd ♪ Love shot - EXO

ꕥ Face claim: mostly @/kkmmmkk on IG + other female idols when needed

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