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marimagines · 7 years ago

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Love - A Dreadful Bond

Between - Namjoon X Reader [Y/N] Genre - Angst Words - 9,591

Backstory - It was the perfect relationship with him. The two of you felt like the perfect match but sadly all matches die. Obstacles and struggles can come anytime and it’s all good when gone through together with him. The 3 year relationship seemed perfect until you started to notice the change in him. The silence, the distance, the expressions and intentions; it all started to rise and you knew it would come to an end.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N - Italic fonts can either be flashbacks or the thoughts of a character.

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Part 3

Bomi walks into your room in the morning and stops at the sight in front of her. A smile forms on her lips as her eyes stare at the two bodies tangled together in your bed. Both of you look so stress-free with your heads in their own worlds and your eyes closed, while your bodies were completely still and not moving except for your chests. Her heart melts at the sight but she knew that it was only for this moment. Hoseok’s lips pressed against your hair as his arm was wrapped around your waist and as your face was buried in his chest and your hand had a grip on his shirt. Your bodies were practically glued together as you both were in a peaceful moment just for this while. She walks out of the room and starts to make breakfast and tries to be as quiet and gentle as she could so neither of you wake up. Knowing that you both must be exhausted after yesterday, especially you.

Hoseok’s eyes slowly open while he inhales to make his exhaustion leave his eyes. The first thing he sees as his eyes fully open is you, still next to him and still asleep. He smiles at the sight and moves your hair from your face slowly. He could get used to this sight every morning. You were so perfect to him. Everything about you was perfect for him. From your smile to your laugh, from your cute side to your awkward side, from your acting to your natural self. It was all just too perfect and too much for him to take it all in at once. You always made his heart flutter and melt and also made it skip several beats at once. He moves his arm from above your head and pushes himself up, all silently so you don’t get disturbed in the peaceful state you were in at the moment. You needed this moment too much after all that’s happened to you just because of the person you love and cherish. Swinging his leg over you and landing on his knee just inches away from your back, he does the same with his arm and stops at the position, with you underneath him. He quickly moves again when he feels himself blush and stands up next to the bed, making sure you weren’t disturbed. He covers you with the blanket again and slowly walks out the room, looking at you before closing it.

“Good morning.” He says to Bomi, who was almost done preparing the breakfast. She smiles at him and raises her eyebrows while making eye contact.

“Good morning, indeed.” She says and Hoseok realizes why she was acting this way. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’m going to use your bathroom because I didn’t want to wake her.” He replies while rolling his eyes. She was having fun at this.

“Oh you did sleep well then.”

“Stop.” Hoseok says while walking away as Bomi laughs it off. Cherishing the moment for a while, she bites her lip and thinks of another way to tease him again. Once Hoseok comes back, he naturally just starts setting the table silently as Bomi takes quick glances every now and then. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept okay, but you though.”

“Ohmygod, Bomi. It was just-”

“I’m not saying anything. I’m just saying it was cute.” She starts laughing while pinching Hoseok’s cheeks. Hoseok hits her hand away and gives a disgusted look, but starts laughing with her.

“I hope she slept well.” Hoseok says while entering your room to wake you up. Bomi winks at Hoseok then starts laughing when he rolls his eyes at her.

You feel your body move a little and your ears slowly decipher the soft words. Your eyes move slowly and you open them as you hear Hoseok’s voice, telling you to wake up. You stretch your arms and look around then at Hoseok, who was smiling down to you.

“What time is it?” You whisper as your throat feels dry because of the lack of water you took since yesterday.

“It’s almost 10.30am. Freshen up and then let’s eat breakfast.” He leaves you alone for a while so you can freshen up.

You get up and go into the bathroom. Your heart sinks in a little when you see your reflection in the mirror and it breaks your heart when you remind yourself why you were like this right now. Your eyes were really swollen and your face just looks really emotionless. You look away and do your morning routine then join Bomi and Hoseok at the table. Bomi looks at you with a playful look and her gaze keeps changing between you and Hoseok.

“What?” You ask once your curiosity rises because of her expression.

“Did you sleep well?” Even her tone was playful, it made you stop eating. You let go of your utensils, leaving them on the plate. Staring at Bomi, you could sense she was up to something.

“Yeah. I did.” Bomi lets out a cooing noise and looks at Hoseok, who drops his utensils and looks at her with an annoyed look. “What’s going on? Are you high?”

“I think she is.” Hoseok answers your question without breaking eye contact with Bomi. You shake your head while smiling then go back to eating. “How many classes do you have?” Hoseok asks after kicking Bomi’s leg under the table.

“Two. One is at 12 and the second is at 2.” You say without looking up.

“I have to go out for now, I’ll be back at 11.” Hoseok quickly says while getting up and running out the door. You and Bomi stare at him and his sudden, quick actions and then stare at each other. “Be ready by 11.30!” He screams before closing the door. You nod and look at Bomi who was serious now.

“How are you feeling?” She asks you and you shrug your shoulder. “You can just take a day off today and come up with an excuse later.”

“I have to go because it’s important. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” You say as you get up, picking up your and Hoseok’s plate.

“That’s just what you say. (Y/N), please don’t keep it in okay? I’ll listen to you and I’m here okay?” She gets up and follows you into the kitchen area and hugs you tightly. You lean into her and breathe out loudly, trying to prevent yourself from crying. “Go shower and get ready before Hobi comes. Should I come too?”

“Aish. You guys don’t have to. I’m fine.” You break the hug and smack Bomi when she makes a funny face, trying to make you laugh.

You walk into your room and sigh out loud, pushing all the emotions back for now.

I can’t make them worry too much.

You think to yourself and tell yourself to act strong even if it was hard, even if it was obvious. You start to organize your room before getting ready, making your bed and cleaning up your desk while putting the papers and your laptop in your backpack. You stop for a while when you realize the backpack in your hand was one of the many things Namjoon had given you. You stare at it and run your fingers over the backpack, replaying the memories of you two. You never thought that your relationship would actually turn out this way. You had always thought about what you would do if you two actually broke up, but that thought turning into reality; you had no idea it would actually happen. Tears trickle down your cheeks and bring you back to your senses.

“Aish. Stop crying.” You say to yourself and wipe the tears away, pressing your palms on your eyes in attempt to stop the tears.

You put the bag down on the chair and walk towards your closet to choose an outfit. A lot of outfits carried memories too. You exhale loudly as you puff your cheeks out. This is going to be hard. You pick a black oversized hoodie with black skinny jeans. Once you get into the bathroom, you stare at your reflection for a while but look away when you feel tears forming once again.

Once you were done with showering, you put on your clothes and go sit in front of your dresser table to cover up signs of any emotion you let out yesterday and try to hide it with makeup. Putting on the products on your face one by one, you stare at your final result and nod at your reflection, telling yourself that you got this. Even though all the makeup didn’t cover up all of it but it still covered almost some of it. Your swollen eyes, the dark circles and your face just seemed down but not too visible thanks to the makeup.

Once you were ready, you get up and put on a beige overcoat and wrap a black scarf around your neck then cover your head with a cap and then flip the hood over cap to keep yourself warm in the cold outside.

It was now 11.20am and you hear Hoseok walk into the house and greet Bomi. You grab your backpack and walk out the room, smiling at the two. Hoseok was in a different outfit from earlier so he must’ve either gone home or brought new clothes from a nearby shop. You feel bad at how much he was doing for you, he didn’t even go back home and now he was taking several rounds around places just for you.

“Let’s go?” He asks you, in case you had to do something else. You nod at him to assure him you were ready and he gets up and waves at Bomi and then walks out. You wave goodbye at Bomi who was eyeing you, her eyes held some kind of pain and you read it really well so you hug her and smile while patting her shoulder, signaling that you’ll be okay. Once you reach outside the building, Hoseok was already in the car, staring in front of him at probably nothing. He wasn’t in his senses, it definitely seemed like that. You open the passenger seat door and sit down, looking at him eyeing you too.

“Are you okay?” You ask him out of concern since you already caused them both a lot of trouble.

“Yeah I’m good.” He smiles at you then looks ahead. “I was just thinking which way wouldn’t be crowded at this time.”

That’s a lie.

You tell yourself in the head; it was obvious he was thinking about something else. He catches you staring at him and chuckles while telling you to stop staring as he was focusing on the road.

“I think,” he speaks up while switching his gaze from you to the road constantly. You look at him forgetting his words as his focus is back on the road. A smile creeps to your lips as you admire how Hoseok completely forgets that he was going to say something. His arms stretches out as his fingers turn the radio on without having him to look, as if they knew what to do. As the music flows into your ears, you relax in your seat and stare out the window, watching the cars go by and buildings or shops get blurry from the movement of the car. As the car stops at the traffic light, you get out of your thoughts when you hear Hoseok sigh. His eyes were on you when you turn to look at him. “How are you feeling?” He asks in a low voice, in almost a whisper. Hearing the way the words came out of his mouth stung at your heart, he was really concerned and worried and it was obvious. Tears start to sting at the back of your eyes and you stare at him as his eyes were set on you. He’s doing so much already and it was hurting you to see that it was all because of you.

“I’m-” you say while your word fades into a hum. “I’m okay I guess.” You reply in a low, cracky voice. Hoseok nods at your answer and turns his head towards the moving traffic again. You look down to your hands resting on your lap, thumbs fiddling, drawing circles around each other. “Hoseok,” you call out to him and he hums to let you know he’s listening. “You know you don’t have to do all this right? Cancelling your academy, telling your students to take a day off, telling your university teachers you can’t make it. I mean,” you try to rephrase it when you notice that his features turned serious. “What I mean is you don’t have to ruin your day or plans just because of me. I’ll be fine. Plea-”

“(Y/N).” He sighs out as the car pulls into a parking spot. “I know you’re going to be fine. I’m doing these things because I want to. Cancelling my plans or something, it’s to make sure you’re okay. You and Namjoon might have broken up before too, but this is something else. So it’ll be harder than you think.” With that he unbuckles his seatbelt and letting you know that you’ve reached. You slowly unbuckle yours while watching Hoseok pick up his stuff and then you stop your actions when you see him stop and stare ahead. “And, as much as you want to push me away, I won’t go. Maybe Bomi leaves when you tell her to but I won’t; so don’t tell me to stop.” His tone comes out so strictly and it somehow turns your body cold.

You get out the car as he waits for you outside. The walk to your class was silent, not the awkward one but just the calming one. You didn’t hate him being here with you but you hated the way you made him stop his plans just to make sure you’re okay. You hated the way he and Bomi worried about you so much. You hated making people worry or feel anything negative because of you. Even though you did need them, you just couldn’t let them see you fall like this. You just couldn’t let anyone see you fall because you weren’t used to having people around. You just-

“I remember taking a class with this teacher. He’s going to call out to me for sure and make me talk.” You were pulled out of your thoughts with Hoseok’s voice. You look at him and give him a small smile as he was smiling at his statement.

Once you reach the class and open the door, a cold chill runs through your body instantly when your eyes scan the room. That’s when you realize why Hoseok and Bomi kept insisting on coming along. All the eyes were on you, eyes of people you knew, eyes of people you never even saw. There were people in your classes who knew about your and Namjoon’s relationship and those people had their eyes on you. Pitiful looks, hateful looks, confused looks, concerned looks, and curious ones too. Hoseok’s palm rests on your lower back as he pushes you forward to keep you moving. Once you reach your seat, you drop your bag and sit down on the middle seat with your head down. Hoseok sits on your left and looks around then leans to whisper. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm.” You hum out quietly, feeling all the stares and whispers burn into you. You felt small, weak. Regretting come to class, you wanted to run away from all this but you knew it wasn’t possible. You have to deal with this now. There was no way of escaping from something like this. You push the tears back and raise your head to scan the room again, everyone was back to doing their own business. You hear the door open and a familiar face walks in, eyes on you.

“Hey. Oh my god, I didn’t think you’d come today.” Your friend, Yuna, says as she pulls you into a hug once she reaches you. You met her in one of your class in your first year and got along so she became close to you. As you hug her back, you push down the lump in your throat. “Are you okay?” She asks as she takes the seat to your right.

“Hey.” Hoseok speaks from behind you. You smile a little as you see Yuna’s reaction.

“Oh, Hoseok-oppa. Ah I’m sorry. Senior” She says with wide eyes and looks away as she evicted an embarrassing and awkward energy all of a sudden. Yuna had a crush on Hoseok ever since you knew her. At first you thought she was getting close to you because of Hoseok but that wasn’t it, she actually turned out to be a really nice person. She wasn’t as close as Bomi but she was close. You feel a tiny smile creep onto your lips as you watch and feel the change in Yuna’s vibe. She sits down and looks at you and smiles a little. “You don’t look good at all. Why did you even come here today?” She asks while turning herself on the chair so she faces you.

“I told her the same thing.” Hoseok speaks from behind you as he leans in by sliding his elbow towards your area of the desk. You just roll your eyes at them both and zone out and into your head.

Was this actually happening. Did he actually leave you. The thoughts in your mind were screaming at this point, making you mentally exhausted already. How was it so perfect just weeks ago and now this is where you two were at this moment. One crying and the other doing God knows what. Your head was throbbing in pain and your chest was aching even through the light breaths you were taking. Your emotions were mixed and confused with feeling nothing and everything at once. The voices around you fade into mumbles as your head travels into memory lane and brings back thoughts and memories about Namjoon. The tears start to slowly well up but you pull yourself out of the thoughts when you hear the professor’s voice tune in.

“Hello.” He sings out in his usual way as he closes the door behind him and everyone start sitting at their places. “How is everyone doing?” The class lets out a dull ‘good’ as you scoff silently at the question and the answers. Hoseok looks at you and you see the pain in his eyes too. It hurts you more to see him this worried about you, noticing everything you do. Hoseok always seems to notice you in everything you do or say. He was like this with almost everyone; caring, loving, respectful. You smile at him and look away to the front as your instructor lifts up his head and looks around. His eyes stop at your direction and a smile forms on his lips as he moves forward to lean against the desk. “Well well. Isn’t that a familiar face?”

Hoseok looks at you then at the instructor and smiles back while standing up to bow down. “Good afternoon Sir.”

“Hoseok-ah! How are you?” All the class focuses on their conversation and the way your instructor’s tone was full of content and excitement. “Yaa~ It’s been a year since I last saw you. How are you, how’s everything?”

“It’s good. Really good.” Hoseok smiles as he stands straight up with his arms behind him, rocking on his heels.

“What brings you here? I mean I know my class is something special but wow, didn’t expect you to come back again.”

Hoseok laughs out as other students giggle or smile awkwardly at this conversation. “Yeah, it is something else. What can I do? I just missed your class.” He finishes with the awkward last sentence and waits for the instructor to finish laughing then speaks again. “I’m just here with some friends and I thought I’d just sit in class with them.”

“Well you’re always welcome here. He was one of my favorite students.” Your teacher says as he points at Hoseok and turns around to walk towards the computer on the desk. “It’s nice to have you here again, it’s nice to have hope on some days like these.” He says while typing on the computer, trying to connect to the projector.

You feel those words hit you personally. You look down and start preparing to write down the notes. For some reason, you feel all eyes on you every now and then and it was starting to make you paranoid.

Is it obvious? Is my makeup not well? Should I go to the bathroom? They already know but why do they all have questions in their eyes.

The class went by as usual and you wrote notes like always. The instructor kept opening up conversations with Hoseok and it was good for you since it helped you stay in reality and not your in head. But slowly your head and thoughts drift away again to Namjoon.

Is he really serious? Did you do something to make him do this? Why did this happen all of a sudden? How long had it been going on between him and Soo Jung?

You had seen Soo Jung in pictures or sometimes on TV since she was the heir of SJ Clothing; it was practically hers because she was the model and the designer and planner. You found out about it from Namjoon too. You slowly start to notice how much he used to talk about her too. How he used to keep some stuff away and hidden from you, saying it would be better if you didn’t know. He was a caring person but he would sometimes end up being mean and heartless at times too. You found out about that through his friend Jackson and Mark. Hoseok had told you about Namjoon’s anger moods too.

Once your first class was done, you, Yuna and Hoseok went outside and sat with your other 2 friends. They were Yuna’s friends more than yours but you were a little close to them too. As you sit down at the opposite side to the other two girls, they both shoot you the same question.

“Did you guys really breakup?” You listen and then just nod. They both let out a silent and confused “Aah~” while looking at each other. Yuna stares at them with a cold stare, even Hoseok as he stops using his phone and looks at them with one eyebrow raised. They look down and apologize silently then change the subject quickly.

The day was going by unbelievably slow and you just wanted to get up and go home. As you were walking to the other class, Hoseok tells you and Yuna that he had to go somewhere so he’ll come after a while. You two nod and then walk to class as you think about how he was busy with his phone during the entire break. Maybe he had something important.

Once you take your seat, Yuna lets out a tiny squeal as she happily shows you her phone screen.

“Oh. Hoseok-oppa just texted me?” She says as a small smile starts to appear on her face. She seems so happy and giddy that you couldn’t hold back your chuckle at her cuteness. You shake your head slowly as you push her aside then try to relax while watching her text Hoseok and trying to ease your head for now at least.

Hoseok sits in the driver’s seat and leans back his head as he lets out a loud sigh. You looked so depressed in just 2 to 3 days, how will you manage and handle all this?

“I should’ve confessed it all a long time ago, she wouldn’t be this way now.” He whispers to himself. It hurt him to see you this way. The way you try so hard to control your emotions and answer the questions your friends asked.

Hoseok takes out his phone and goes to the contacts list and stops at Yuna’s names. He opens the messenger app and starts typing.

Hoseok [1.40pm]: Yuna, Hey.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out a loud sigh again, the feeling of worry for you wasn’t settling. You were just giving all you had at this point and it was breaking you and him down. You definitely would end up crying if you lost that grip on yourself and he knew you would. If only he had a way, any way that could make you happy or smile even if it was for a little bit.

He opens one of his eyes and checks his phone as it chimes, notifying him of the new message.

Yuna [1.42pm]: Hi Sunbae. Is everything okay?

Hoseok [1.42pm]: Yeah, everything’s okay. I just wanted to ask you for something.

Yuna [1.43pm]: Yes?

Hoseok [1.43pm]: Since I won’t be there for some time, can you please make sure (Y/N) is okay? Just try to avoid the questions she might get from others.

Yuna [1.45pm]: Oh okay, definitely Sunbae. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she’s good.

Hoseok [1.46pm]: Thank you so much Yuna~ and you have class in a while right? So I’ll go now, good luck.

Yuna [1.47pm]: Thank you Sunbae~

“This should be okay.” He whispers as he puts his phone down and pulls his car out of the parking spot, accelerating to the place in his mind.

~Namjoon’s point of view~

He walks out of his room after getting refreshed. His phone vibrates, for the tenth time maybe, in his pocket and he pulls it out, staring at the caller ID, thinking whether he should answer or not. Namjoon ignores it again as he descends down the stairs, calling out for the butler.

“Yes?” He meets the butler at the end of the stairs.

“Ah yes. The Chairman had left some documents for me to look at? Can you please bring them to the study?”

He nods and walks to the other direction as Namjoon starts walking at the opposite way towards the study room. He felt empty inside and he wanted to text you. He missed it. Your texts; the way you would fill up his phone with messages. Sometimes they’d be cute, sometimes they were random and sometimes they were sad or sometimes it was just you talking about how your day went or questions about him. But now, his phone was blank, the messaging apps seemed empty as your name slid down under the other contacts.

He leans back on the chair and stares at the ceiling, recalling the talk he had with his father last night about what he has to do and what needs to be done and what needs to be avoided.

“If only I had a way, baby.” He whispers, directing the words to you, hoping some miracle would happen and these words would fly to you telepathically. He scoffs at his own thoughts and sits up straight as Butler Choi walks in with a pile of papers and documents regarding the company.

“These are the things the Chairman has left for you, young master.” He puts them down on the side of the desk.

“What’re the other employees doing if this all comes to me?” Namjoon asks a rhetorical question as he looks at the pile and grabs the file on top. He watches Butler Choi walk away then stops him as he sees his phone vibrate again. “Ah Uncle Choi, if anyone comes to visit me, please tell them I’m busy.”

“Definitely Sir.” He says as he closes the door to the study room, leaving Namjoon alone in there.

Namjoon tries to focus on the work but his mind keeps drifting towards you. If you were okay, if you ate, if you went to classes, if you were being taken care of by your friends. He misses it all. Taking care of you, waking up next to you, cooking with you; watching you cook since he wasn’t as good, being able to tell you anything. You were the first girl who made him feel this way, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it or say it and everyone who knew him well could see the new side of him ever since he met you.

It was a cold night when you two were walking along with the railing and pathway that held the view of the Han River. You loved coming to this place just to walk and clear out your thoughts or just to relax. And you also wanted your first kiss here, you had talked about it with him and Bomi and Hoseok once when the four of you were hanging out. Namjoon had kept it in his head that this place right here was where he’d first kiss you. And this was the perfect setting too. It was a cold, breezy night when you held his hand, fingers intertwined together. It had been 3 months into your relationship and you were still inexperienced and shy around these things. Holding hands, taking or giving compliments, expressing your feelings. These things still made you shy and it was the cutest thing Namjoon had ever seen, it never failed to make his heart melt at how you would flinch or get nervous or hide your face behind your hands that hid under the long sleeves of your oversized sweatshirts or hoodies. Or how you’d widen your eyes or pout or how you’d feel small or hunch your shoulders up while feeling small. It took you a lot of courage to be normal with only holding hands and Namjoon appreciated it way too much. Your tiny hands in his own bigger hands as you two walked down the pathway, watching the few people pass by or listening to the wind rustle with the leaves on the trees or looking at the water.

He picked you up after his classes had finished from university and he said he wanted to spend the day with you. It resulted in the biggest and shyest smile he’d seen. You two had spent the day at eating lunch together after you had finished your day at high school then you both headed off to your house for you to get ready and go to the theatre to watch a movie. Dinner was at a fancy restaurant where Namjoon was already known as a usual customer so they helped him give off the perfect and romantic setting. He could tell you loved every bit of this day, the way you walked and talked; it all showed how happy and relaxed you felt. The only way he wanted to end this day was by giving you one more thing, something you always dreamt about.

“I had a really wonderful day today,” you said with you head down as a small smile crept on your lips. He noticed. “Thank you, Namjoon-ah.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He saw how shy you were around him. You were innocent and it made him hesitant at first if it was okay to bring you into his life. He stopped in his tracks when he brought up the courage to do it now. It was now or never. You walked ahead a step or two but stopped when he squeezed your hand a little to motion you to stop. You turned your head to him and stood in front of him, just two or three steps away from him. He stared at you for a while and couldn’t stop admiring you. Your eyes; the way they were glowing under the lamp post. Your hand in his, so small and warm and tight. Your cute nose, how it turned red from the coldness. His words were stuck in his throat as he admired you, he didn’t know why he deserved someone as perfect as you but he was more than grateful. He didn’t know he’d be this lucky to have you come into his life and in just a year or two, his heart felt at ease just by your presence. He hadn’t felt this way towards anyone before. This was the first time he’d felt this way. This is the first time he realized that; he was nervous. When it came to you, he was nervous. His insides were trembling with nervousness, this was a new feeling he had felt. He was nervous and scared to lose you. And he was scared to admit it too. He didn’t know how long he had stood there and stared at you; he didn’t know how deep he went into his thoughts until you spoke and pulled him out of them.

“Are you okay?” You asked with concern wrapped around your tone as your eyes tried to read his own. He screamed inside his head and told himself to get it together.

“Yeah, I just-I wanted to-” He kept stumbling and stuttering over his words. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let out a sigh as he regained some strength and courage. He had never felt this nervous and it was a big deal since he’d done way harder things than this. He calmed himself down and said what we could and tried not to mess it up. “I-I know some people have told you to be careful around me and some said that they were against this. I know those things made you wonder of what kind of a person I really am or was. I mean-what I’m trying to say is,” This was harder than he thought it was. He could tell this was going off topic so he cleared his throat and tried again, “what I’m trying to say here is, I’m grateful to have met you and I feel like the luckiest person to be holding your hand. And I know it’s hard for you but I really appreciate all these efforts you put for me, and;” He takes a step closer to you, he knew you were shocked at this since you hadn’t moved when he did. “I wanted to give you what you wanted and I’ll always give my best to give you whatever it is you want.”

“Nam-” Your eyes were wide open at this point and the sparkle in them was way too visible. He fell in love with you that day and he had told himself this was it. You were the one. The way you froze at his words and didn’t move when he had leaned in, lips inches away only, made him want to smile but he hid it well. His heart was crashing against his chest at this point as he looked into your eyes then moved his gaze down to your lips. The nervousness in your eyes was easily readable as your eyes moved down to his lips then back to his eyes. You were nervous, perhaps more than he was. This was your first kiss after all. Your body was frozen in one place even as Namjoon moved in more closer, only inches away. His hand leaving yours and then as they slowly rested on your cheeks, cupping them up; he gently pulled your face towards him, making you look up a bit while he leaned down himself to fill the gaps left. Your hands flew up to grab his sleeves, a fistful of the cloth. It made his heart skip beats, several times.

This was perfect, he thought that time.

The minute his lips crashed onto yours, it felt magical. You hadn’t moved until Namjoon moved his lips again. He was freaking out inside, maybe you weren’t ready? Was this too fast? Should he have asked? Your bodies were too close, he could feel how cold yours was at this point as his warm body got closer. Your grip on his arm didn’t loosen and you slowly moved your lips, maybe you didn’t know how to kiss back? He smiled into the kiss at the thought, it would be cute if you actually didn’t. He didn’t know how long you two had kissed for but it did feel longer than it should’ve been but neither of you had any regrets. Once he opened his eyes and watched you back an inch away while opening your eyes, you looked up at him in the most innocent way possible that he had to fight the urge the kiss you again.

“Why were you-” You stuttered out as he smiled, caressing your cheeks.

“Smiling?” Namjoon had to interrupt you, you probably wouldn’t have any words at this point. You were too nervous that your hand never left the grip on his clothes nor did your body move back. “I’m smiling because you’re too cute, (Y/N).” Your eyes were glued onto his and he couldn’t help but wanting to dive deeper into yours. You were bad with words sometimes but your eyes said everything and he could see it now. You were shocked yet floating in space probably. It was getting silent so he had to remind you of why he did it. “You always said this is how you imagined your first kiss to be like so I wanted to be the one to give it to you. Han River is here, I’m here; your boyfriend. And now you had your first kiss.” You started smiling shyly as you looked around and then back at him while shaking your head. He wanted to kiss you again. It felt way different. Way more meaningful. He leaned down but this time, he kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug that you delightfully wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest while looking at the view silently.

Namjoon pulls himself out of the memory as he hears a familiar voice outside the study room. He looks down at the desk and the paper that he didn’t even bother checking. Letting out a loud, frustrated sigh, he looks up as the door to the room slams open. Hoseok walks in, he was probably boiling in anger at this point. He stares at Namjoon in a cold stare and doesn’t break the gaze even when Butler Choi walks in.

“I apologize, young master. I told him not to come-”

“That’s alright. Can you leave us for a while?” Namjoon interrupts and talks to the butler without breaking the gaze from Hoseok’s body. The Butler nods and walks out quietly as he closes the door after him. Namjoon looks at Hoseok and stands up from his seat as he makes his way around the table, putting his phone down behind him. “What is it? I’m bus-” Hoseok lands a punch on his face right away, then turns around in frustration as he pulls his hair while walking around. Namjoon just stares at the floor as anger starts to fill him up too but he had to keep his posture. He brings his hand up to his cheek as he rubs it lightly then looks up at Hoseok who was looking at him.

“What the fuck, Namjoon?” He says while massaging his knuckle. “What is all this shit you’re doing now?”

“Leave.” Namjoon speaks in a strict tone while pushing himself away from the desk. “I don’t want to talk about-”

“Is this true then?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you. 3 fucking years with (Y/N) and then you just choose a girl you don’t even like?!” Hoseok screams out. “You’re literally going back to the same person we all once knew, aren’t you?”

“Hobi-”

“Don’t even think about talking to me like that, Namjoon. Do you even know that the punch wasn’t enough for me?”

“Why are you so into this now?”

“Because (Y/N) is my one of the closest people and because she actually loves you-”

“You didn’t give a fuck the other time I screwed up things, Hoseok!”

“Last time you and the guys forced me not to interfere with you and that girl, who no one has an idea of where she is!” Hoseok yells out as Namjoon walks up towards, stopping only inches away from his childhood best friend.

“I didn’t mean to ruin (Y/N) this time. I love her and that’s why-”

“Bullshit. Namjoon, you’re telling me that you did this on your own will? I don’t believe you.” Hoseok looks into his eyes as he tries to control his anger and not get physical again. Namjoon turns numb and silent at the last words. He stares at Hoseok then turns around and walks back to sit on his chair.

“You’re supposed to be taking care of (Y/N) right now.” Namjoon looks down at the papers in front him. He feels something rising up in his throat and he demands Hoseok to leave before he loses himself. “Leave. She needs someone by her side.”

“The person she needs right is the one who ripped her into pieces. I hope you realize that.” Hoseok opens the door to leave but stops when Namjoon speaks again.

“Take care of her, please.” Hoseok scoffs at that request. Of course Namjoon would say that.

“You’re unbelievable right now. I’m leaving.” The door slams shut and as Namjoon hears the footsteps fade away, the feelings rises in him.

He leans back in the chair, swallowing down any feeling he was sensing. He wanted to do so much at this point. He wanted to run to you, hold you, wipe the tears he’s caused but none of those were possible. Feeling disgusted with himself, Namjoon screams out as he picks up the pile of documents and throws them to the floor. Anger and sadness were building up in him and one way to take those feelings out, the way he was taught. He gets up, leaving the mess as it is and heads towards the house gym.

Hoseok drives away angrily from Namjoon’s place and heads back towards to the university.

He knew something was wrong in this. He could tell from the way Namjoon still asked to take care of you that this wasn’t completely his choice. Even though he shouldn’t have just left you this way so easily, he did love you. It was obvious. The way Namjoon used to look at you, Hoseok had seen it. The way you and Namjoon used to share looks, the way he actually did change for you. But it pissed him off how he handled this and also how Namjoon just went back to the person he used to be. Arrogant, cold, unreadable, mean, and sometimes even heartless. This may be a way of him trying to hide his actual feelings, maybe. But he destroyed you this time. There were still sides of Namjoon that you hadn’t seen and this was one of them and it must’ve destroyed and left you in shock of how heartless he can actually be. Especially to you. Namjoon did hide a lot of things from his past from you, a lot of sides of him. He was scared that you’d leave if you knew, Namjoon had said that once when he got drunk after having a fight with you and he’d said those things to Hoseok since Hoseok is one of those few people in his life he trusts. So seeing Namjoon be like this towards you made Hoseok want to beat some sense into this guy.

Just seeing you in this much pain hurts and destroys Hoseok too, he wants to do something to make things better but he knows this moment, this timing isn’t right.

Hoseok parks the car in the empty spot he finds near the building you had class in and he just sits there thinking. He picks up his phone to let you know he’s arrived but as he picks it up, it starts ringing. Hoseok reads the unknown number with a frown then answers after the sixth ring.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon, Sir. Is this Jung Hoseok?” It was woman’s voice.

“Yes?” He says with a questioning tone.

“I’m calling from the company Ms. (Y/F/N) works at and I’d like to inform you that she has 2 days off, today and tomorrow. I have tried to call her but she hasn’t picked up so that’s why I was told to inform you. And let her know that these days won’t be cut from her limit of days off.”

“Yeah sure,” Hoseok says but speaks up when he feels something off, “but I don’t think she asked for any day offs.”

“Yes Mr. Jung, she hasn’t. But I was told to inform her of it since someone said she needs it.”

“Do you know who requested this?”

“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t know. I’m just taking orders from the managers and high posted employees.” She did sound like she didn’t know anything. Hoseok nods in understands then speaks up.

“Okay. Thank you, I’ll let her know.”

“I’ve also emailed her so let her know so she can check in.”

“Sure. Thank you.”

“Have a nice day, Mr. Jung.”

The call ends and Hoseok stares at the black screen. You definitely didn’t ask for this and you probably didn’t want a day off. So who told them to give you rest days? He shakes off the thoughts and gets out the car and walks over to sit at a bench near the building as he watches the few students pass by every now and then. He looks down at his knuckles that he punched Namjoon with, it was kind of red right now which means the punch was hard enough to leave a scar or bruise on his face probably. He takes out his phone and messages you, letting you know he’s waiting outside. He hears familiar voices and he looks up, staring at you and Yuna and the other two girls talking. The girls split up into two groups again and bid your farewells as Yuna and you walk towards the same path Hoseok was sitting at.

~(Y/N)’s point of view~

You get out of the building after class was done and walk behind Yuna as she was chatting with her friends. You were just too tired to even utter a word so you just listened. You both part ways from the other two girls and walk straight ahead. Once you lift your head up, you spot Hoseok sitting at a bench a few steps away. He was staring at you, it was hard to read those expressions his face and eyes held. The closer you get, the more you feel a different energy evicting from him. He seems curious about something or he was thinking about something way too serious. Either way, you didn’t ask him right away. Instead you just wave at him lazily as you reach the bench and stand next to him. Yuna smiles at Hoseok and greets him with a whole 90 degree bow. Sometimes you think if Hoseok knows her feelings, he probably does since it gets too obvious sometimes.

You three walk towards the parking area as Yuna and Hoseok speak to each other and you just silently follow them.

You start remembering how Namjoon used to come to pick you up when he didn’t have classes or he used to wait for you during the days you both had classes. You two used to walk together to the group of friends you both had or how you used to walk to the usual spot your group sat and you knew he’d be there too. The way his lips used to curve into a smile as his dimple used to appear and his eyes would turn into little crescents, or how he used to wink at you when he used to catch your stares or smiles. The way he used to pull you into his warm bear hugs. He was tall enough to tower your body so you always had the advantage of resting your head over his chest, where you could his heartbeat. You missed how he used to hold your hand and walk you to your class or how he used to walk away from the group just to talk to you in silence for a while or how he would protect you if anyone used to annoy you or tease you. You missed him. Everything you two had done or shared. All the memories, they all slowly replayed freshly in your mind and it was eating you alive as well.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts as Yuna tells you she’s leaving for work so you give her a small smile and hug her goodbye then walk towards Hoseok’s car after he waves farewell to Yuna. As you sit in the passenger’s seat, Hoseok looks at you with his mouth open a little, waiting for the words to come out. You raise your eyebrow and wait for him to speak but he just looks away with a smile.

“What do you want to do now?” He asks after the car drives out of the parking area.

“I have work in a while.” You say while leaning back and pressing your forehead with your hand as you rest your eyes by closing them.

“Uh… someone from your work called me and told me that you’ve been given two days off.” Your head shoots towards his direction in surprise. You didn’t ask for one so why would they give it to you out of the blue.

“What? Why?”

“You tell me.” Hoseok says, exchanging his gaze from you to the road and back and forth. “Do people in your company know about your relationship with Namjoon?”

“No. I didn’t tell anyone. Some people know that I know him but they don’t know the actual stuff.” You frown, trying to recall if there was anyone who knew.

You had this job thanks to Namjoon, he helped get your CV get in their hands. The company you’re working at, SH Group, is your dream job. You always wanted to work for them. It was more like an organization now since they had different fields and branches; like malls, stores that sell their many products from skincare to food to kids’ products. You wanted to work for their organizers and managing department where you had to come up with new ideas or products and manage and keep an eye at the things they did. You also came up new ideas and illustrated for them. One downside for this enterprise was that they mostly hired people who were sponsored by other companies. Namjoon helped you get a sponsorship from his own company since they provided it to few people twice every year and once you did, he only helped until your CV was in their hands then you had told him to stop. You wanted to work for it and not go through it with an easy way in. The Chairman for SH Group was very old and sick at this point so his son Song Minho was in charge as the president. The president was also fond of your effort and work and he was close to you and a few of the people from your department. He was really handsome, no doubt and he was friendly and really caring and nice as well.

So since they’re giving you a few days off without you asking for them made you nervous since it made you wonder if you breaking up with Namjoon meant that the sponsorship had ended. You sigh put in nervous and close your eyes to relax your mind and thoughts. He can’t do that right? You earned this with your hard work though, he did help but he didn’t put you up in the position you were working at now. Hoseok speaks up again so you pull yourself out of the thoughts.

“Ah, also. The lady told me to let you know that they sent an email so be sure you check in with them.” You nod at him and stare out the window, then decide to ask the question that was in your head.

“You don’t think Kim Enterprise ended my sponsorship, do you?” You ask in a low voice. Sadness, that was wrapped around your tone as you speak. You look back at Hoseok who was looking at you with a serious, concerned look.

“No,” he shakes his head then looks forward as the car starts to move again. “No, I’m sure that’s not it. I mean, you did this on your own so I’m sure they-”

“But with this whole breakup, do you think they’d end this too?” Hoseok pulls over to an empty parking spot next to the sidewalk. He looks over to you and smiles at you.

“(Y/N). I’m sure they won’t do that. Maybe the Chairman thought you’d probably need some rest after all, he knows how much you loved Namjoon.” The name made your heart sink deep down. You stare at Hoseok silently, worry filling your expression. He sighs at your look then pulls you into a hug, he knew you’d push him back like always but he holds you tight enough so you give up. You always would avoid hugs when you were sad because you were afraid you’d end up crying and you also didn’t want to burden others around you with it. Even though you love having someone to lean on, you still feel bad or you didn’t know how to ask or show someone. But Hoseok knew, Bomi knew, and Namjoon knew so they always dealt with it and still pulled you in. Thinking back to it all, you sigh and lean onto his hug silently, fighting the tears back. He rubs your back and pulls back after a while then lightly touches the end of your nose and smiles. “Don’t think about it too much. Maybe they just thought you’d need some rest after all the hard work you’ve done for them.” You smile a little at his action and nod silently then lean back into your chair as he does the same. “What do you want to do now? It’s almost 4.30pm; do you want to eat somewhere?”

“Let’s just get take away and eat at home. I want to go home.” You were tired. You want to take off your makeup and just lie in bed, cry if you had to. He nods at your words then drives silently. The atmosphere in the car turns quiet again as you go through your thoughts and as Hoseok focuses on the road. The sound of Hoseok’s phone ringing brings both of you back to reality and you look at him staring at the caller ID with a serious look. He answers after the third ring.

“Yeah hyung, what’s up?” He listens to the voice on the other side of the phone and you notice his expression turn dull and his face goes serious. He wasn’t happy about something. He opens his mouth then speaks up after a few seconds. “Uuhhh, yeah okay, I guess. But hyung I can’t make it right now. Yeah. Sure, I’ll see you later. Take care.” He ends the call and puts his phone as he looks at you staring. He must’ve made it obvious he had to be somewhere so he chuckles lightly. “I have to be somewhere so we’ll get food then you and Bomi can eat without me.”

“You can just drop me home if you have to get there quickly. I’ll just order food or me and Bomi can cook. It’s okay.” You smile at him as he stares for a while and for a second, you see his body relax.

He must’ve been busy today but he still made time for you and you really appreciated it from him. He has always been there for you and even when he’d be busy, he’d still make time for you and you couldn’t forget any of it. He must be stressing out now too. He cancelled his classes in the academy he runs, he went and came back and did that 2 times today. He probably did have a lot in his schedule but he made sure you were okay first each time.

The car comes to a stop in front of your house and you pick up your bag then hug him, thanking him for being here for you. He lightly smiles then tells you to eat and sleep well. As you get out, he doesn’t leave until you open the front door to get inside. You just wanted to lie in bed and cry. This is too much to hold onto at this point. That call was probably about Namjoon, he looked so serious and his stare showed that he was concerned.

Hoseok stops at the traffic light after dropping you off to your home. He wanted to make sure you ate but he had to go somewhere. He runs a hand through his hair then looks down as his phone chimes, showing the new message he gets. He picks it up and opens it.

Yoong-hyung [4.55pm]: get here as fast as you can yeah?

Yoong-hyung [4.55pm]: here’s the location

Yoong-hyung [4.56pm]: Location Attached.

Yoong-hyung [4.57pm]: I want to talk about Namjoon and (Y/N).

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A/N - I know I haven’t posted or updated any story for a longgggg time and i feel bad for it too but it’s finally here. I’m just going through a reallly reallly tough time and a stressful one as well so that’s why I took this long. And as for this part, i didn’t know how to end this chapter so it turned out to be really long but i hope you guys enjoy it. Also a huge thanks to all my followers and readers who enjoy my stories and who are patient with it as well. Really really appreciate you guys so i hope this part is good too even though it doesn’t have alot of drama or excitement yet.

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necktaetae · 7 years ago

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BTS High

Suga- he would only talk in that low rap voice he has when he does his part after Jhope in ‘mic drop’. He’d also only speak in rap, like rapping really fast whatever he want’s to say, and then if you asked him what? hed just sit there and stare at you and say in his gravely rap voice “I’m suga”

Jhope- wouldn’t stop laughing. he wouldn’t talk very much, he’d just be chilln in the corner not really contributing to the conversation but listening and laughing every so often at shit that people say.

Rapmon- He’d get so fucking philosophical, about either really deep shit about the universe and stuff, or about like a pickle and the way it represents humanity. Laughing the whole time though

Tae- He’d put on some music and start dramatically dancing by himself (like he did the beginning of the 4 million subscribers vlive). ‘I’m such a good actor you guys’ he’d go stand in front of the bathroom mirror and practice conveying different emotions with his face

Jimin- He’d get clingly, ‘theres so much love in the world’ ‘lets cuddle everybody’. He’d maybe do some weird interpretive modern dancing to Tae’s music, moving to his own rhythm, not caring what was playing.

Jungkook- ‘guys, I found a really cute kdrama can we watch it’ He’d settle himself in front of his computer, bundled in blankets, not really caring if anyone joined him but content to simply watch a gooey kdrama.

Jin- He’d be highkey judging everyone, prolly dance a bit with Tae, and then end doing a random eat jin on vlive at like 3am the worst grandpa jokes would be created, and he’d end up falling asleep surrounded by all of his food the vlive still going.

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choking-on-tae · 7 years ago

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Needles and ink

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: ‘A stupid bet with your friend turns into something more permanent, in more ways than just one.’

Genre: Smut.

You should have never made that stupid bet with your friend because you always do crazy things when you're drunk. That's how you found yourself in front of the tattoo shop. You sighed deeply as you pushed the door open. Immediately the smell of smoke reached your nostrils, making you scoff. Yeah this really wasn't a good idea. You rubbed your temples in frustration as you looked around the shop. It wasn't very busy. There was a man getting tattooed in the back of the shop and a girl standing behind the counter but that was it. The girl behind the counter wasn't wearing much, just a crop top and a pair of very short shorts.

All her tattoos were visible and you had to say she looked quite bad ass. You've always liked tattoos and wanted to get one but not one your friend picked out. It wasn't the worst design, it just wasn't very original. You heard the bell of the shop ring again, signing that another person walked through the door. As you turned around you saw your friend smiling brightly at you.

"Hey girl, ready to get tatted up?"

You flipped her off before walking to the counter, making her laugh. The girl behind the counter gave you a warm smile as she welcomed you.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"My friend here wants a tattoo. She lost a bet so she's getting this one."

She showed the girl the design as she nodded before excusing herself. Not too long after that she came back with that same smile on her face.

"Monster is in the back of the shop. You can go to him and he'll do your tattoo."

You gulped at the name of the artist who would set your tattoo as your friend gave you a thumps up before taking a seat in the waiting room. You took a deep breath before walking to the back of the shop, pushing the door open to reveal a smaller room. You noticed a guy sitting behind a table as he was working on something. You awkwardly cleared your throat to get his attention which seemed to work. He looked up instantly smiling at you, flashing you his dimples. You butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sight of him smiling. Was this guy the tattoo artist called 'Monster'? He didn't seem like a monster at all.

"Hi I'm Monster, I'll be doing your tattoo today." He said, gently shaking your hand as he introduced himself.

You nodded at his words before taking a seat in the chair. He studied the design as he chuckled softly.

"Did you lose a bet?"

You sigh as you nod at his words.

"Yeah, made this stupid bet with my friend. She has the same one and made me get it too."

"You mean Y/F/N?"

You nod at his words as he laughs. As he gets everything set up he tells you about tattooing your friend. She told you that when she got a tattoo she was just sitting there and watched it happen. Said it didn't hurt at all and that it was no big deal. Monster however, told you a different story. He told you about how she couldn't stop squirming and almost cried from the immense pain. You laughed at his words before realizing that getting a tattoo might actually hurt that much. You've never been able to handle pain very well so this should be interesting.

While he placed the stencil where you wanted to have it your eyes landed on his arms which were covered in tattoos. Right then you noticed that it weren't just his arms, also his hands, neck and the rest probably too. You couldn't even imagine how much that must have hurt. However, you still thought he looked hot. The ink seemed to compliment his caramel skin perfectly. You were so lost in thought that you didn't hear him asking if you were ready. It wasn't until he waved his hand in front of your face that you snapped out of it.

"Huh, what?"

He chuckled at your confused state as he asked if you were ready. You swallowed the lump in your throat before nodding. You'd never be ready for this so better to just get it over with.

"I'm gonna do the lining first. Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

You nodded at his words as you felt the needle poking through your skin. You tried to remain as calm as possible as he started his work. Okay, this wasn't that bad.

"You're doing great so far. What's your name actually?" He asked, trying to get you as relaxed as possible.

"Y/N."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

You blushed at his cheeky words as you focused on anything but the pain. You didn't expect this guy to be so cheesy. He seemed so bad ass and dangerous, but maybe he was totally different. You watched him as he inked your skin, perfectly following the stencil. He looked so focused doing it and you couldn't stop yourself from checking him out. He looked really hot when he was focused. He seemed to notice you checking him out as a playful smirk spread across his face. He pulled back for a bit to give you a wink before continuing with his work. Not too long after that he was done. He wiped the tattoo before disinfecting it and giving you a mirror so you could check it out. You were amazed by how much you actually liked it.

"What do you think?" He asked as he rolled up his sleeves even further, patiently waiting for your answer.

"I love it, thank you so much."

You smiled at him but that soon faded when you saw the veins running down his arms. Fuck he looked hot. He caught you staring at him and raised his eyebrow, teasing you. He slowly made his way towards you, his eyes boring into yours as he stopped right in front of you. He tilted his head a bit as he tightly grabbed your hips, pulling you against him.

"Is there anything you want baby girl?"

You felt your knees wobbling at the nickname as a desperate whine left your lips. You've never wanted to fuck someone so badly. He moved one hand to rest in your neck as he crashed his lips against yours, passionately kissing you. You moaned at the feeling of his plump lips on yours as you were being pushed up against the wall. His hands roamed all over your body as his lips moved to kiss down your neck. You threw your head back against the wall as his fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans. He quickly slid them down before sliding his own jeans down as well. He moved his lips to your ear as he whispered,

"You've to be quiet baby, we don't want people walking in on us now do we?"

You nodded at his words as you wrapped your legs around your waist as he lifted you up. He pressed his lips to yours to muffle your moans as he entered you. Not giving you any time to adjust before picking up the pace. A desperate cry left your lips at the feeling of him filling you up as you dug your nails into his shoulders. He rested his face in the crook of your neck as his hips moved faster, increasing the pleasure.

"Ah that feels good." You moaned as quietly as you could.

He smirked at your words as he slowed down his thrusts, making you whine instantly.

"What's that baby, tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me daddy."

His eyes grew wide at your words before an evil smirk spread across his face. He never expected to like the nickname as much as he did, but maybe it was just different coming from you. He started thrusting even faster, making you moan out loudly. Neither of you cared about people hearing you at this point. All you wanted was to come undone as soon as possible. He had you whimpering against him as the pleasure became almost too much. You pressed your forehead against his collarbone as moan after moan escaped your lips. You were so ridiculously close.

Just a bit more and you'd reach your high. As if Namjoon could sense it he slammed into you even harder, making you cry out as you reached your high. Your orgasm washed over you, making your toes curl at the immense pleasure. It took him a few more thrusts before he came inside of you, filling you up as a low groan left his lips. Both of you panted as you stared each other in the eyes. That's definitely not how you expected this to go. He pecked your lips one more time before setting you down on the floor again as you both put your clothes back on.

"Euhm.. thanks for that. The tattoo and.. you know." You stumbled awkwardly, making him laugh.

"You're welcome Y/N. My real name is Namjoon by the way."

You nodded at his words as you turned around to leave. Only to be stopped by his hand grabbing your arm.

"Can I see you again? I'd like to take you out on a real date, if that's okay."

"I'd like that very much."

The two of you shared one last passionate kiss before you left the shop, after having paid for the tattoo of course. While at first you actually wanted to kill your friend for making you do this, now you were actually considering thanking. After all, if it weren't for her you would have never met Namjoon.

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bts-story · 7 years ago

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Can you make a OS about love triangle please?

Love can be destructive. That’s what people say to warn us. They think we are too young and dumb to understand anything about that world. They want us to live safe in romance. I disagree. Is destruction that bad? When the fire of the passion is at it’s climax, the only option is to explode. Even if it hurts, even if there is no coming back, I want to let it blow up and destroy us, destroy our love, so we can become flames, so we can become fire, so we can become passion itself. I think there is nothing more beautiful than to love until it hurts so much you loose your mind. To love you need to let love consume you.

The silence in the car was disgustingly heavy. The smell of expensive alcohol was sticking to my skin. The red of my lipstick all around my mouth was a dirty feeling I enjoyed, but it was even more satisfying to see its trace on the neck and shirt of my lover. Yoongi was lying down on my lap, ready to pass out. Even if most people thought we were on the edge of a separation, we were still there, together, taking care of each others. We were fighting everyday, but even though, tears would still come to my eyes just at the thought of loosing him.

We were both trash. Getting drunk at the club every other night, making each other jealous with strangers and then starting fist fights before being kicked out, holding hands, going home in the same limo. Some kind of Bonnie and Clyde, we always had each other’s back and loved each other to death, but still a danger to ourselves and people around us. It may be the fantasy, but dating a celebrity is far from being the picture of perfect happiness we all imagined. I guess when I became a model I already had the feeling that my love life would become difficult. But calling yours someone that is desired by millions of women and men around the world is tricky for the mind and heart. Paranoïa is a common symptom in the showbiz industry, but our main trouble was our addiction to the pain it gave us.

When we arrived at our apartment I wasn’t surprise to see the light under the door. We get in, Yoongi barely standing straight, his heavy body leaning on mine.

“Get a place of your own, Namjoon.” He was standing in front of the window, his back facing me, a glass in his hand. “I see you found the way to the bar.

Without answering or turning around he lifted the glass in the air so I could clearly see the translucide liquid it was filled with. “Did you stop drinking?” I difficultly managed to drag Yoongi to the sofa to let him lie down in an inform movement of fabric and flesh.

“How many times do I have to receive calls in the middle of the night, saying you guys started a fight again? Are you gonna be like that until no club let you in anymore?”

He sounded pissed but I couldn’t care less. I walked to him and pressed my body against his back, my arms embracing his chest. I slightly slipped my fingers in between the buttons of his shirt to gently caress his skin.

“What’s the aim of going out if it’s not to see you, Namjoon?” His jaw clenched. “We miss you so much we have to create troubles in hope you would finally show up to the party.” His fist strongly grabbed my wrist to get it out of his shirt.

“Don’t play with me.” I lean my head against his spine.

“Your best friend misses you. He keeps talking about you lately.” His sighed was filled with frustration. He turned around and I could see the anger in his eyes. He was about to answer, sending me off, but his eyes landed a bit farther behind me, probably on the couch.

“Where is he? Didn’t you bring Yoongi home with you?”

I turned my head in his direction but he was no longer there. “He must have gone to the bathroom to freshen up. It’s no big deal.”

But Namjoon didn’t seem to agree, he let go of my wrist he was still holding and walked straight to the corridor on the other side of the room. I found it bewitching the way he took care and worried for him, in a way I was seeing in Namjoon’s eyes the love and dedication I was feeling for Yoongi, and maybe that was why I was so attracted by him.

I was seeing myself in Namjoon, and like Narcisse, I had fallen in love with my reflection. I knew I was the reason why these two men’s friendship was torn apart, but I loved them, unconditionally, both. I was dreaming about a world where we could just love each others, the three of us and be fine like that. Yoongi would have been okay with it, I think deep down he understands my love for his best friend and I think he loves him the same way I do. I can see in his eyes that he fell for the love Namjoon has for him. But the element that was unbalancing the equation was Namjoon. His abrasive personality and his conception of loyalty couldn’t fit in my dream world. And because Namjoon was rejecting that world, Yoongi was rejecting it too.

I went to lean on the kitchen’s counter to light up a cigarette and before I could have smoked it all, Yoongi was back, walking straight, sobering up a little bit. He came to me and stole what was left of it. I grabbed his wrist to invite him to come closer. His eyes were clear now, I could see he was feeling himself again. I reached for his lips and he didn’t fight my kiss. By the time I broke our embrace, Namjoon was already standing in the middle of the living room.

“Don’t you have a place of your own?” I smirked at Yoongi’s words and sent a cocky look at our friend.

“If I didn’t talk them out of it they would have called the cops.” Answered Namjoon as if it justified his infraction in our home or made it legit. Yoongi didn’t even looked at him. He preferred to play with the straps of my dress, teasing my shoulders with his fingers.

“I guess I have to thank you, then. Again.” Namjoon shook his head as if he felt offended.

“I’m not asking for thank you’s. I just want you to stop creating scenes in public.” Yoongi looked away, still avoiding the younger’s eyes. « At least do it for me, or for the group. You’re not alone in this.” Yoongi sighed and nodded.

“Alright. No more drama.”

Even if nothing sounded honest in his promise, Namjoon smiled slightly with some heart warming satisfaction. It would always make me want to cry when I was seeing his love show up like that. I walked up to him and put my hand on his cheek. Namjoon lost his smile and looked at me confused and wary.

“You always take care of Yoongi so well. I could never thank you enough Namjoon.”

He didn’t seem to believe in my sincerity. He always looked at me like I was the devil itself. But I also could see that the real reason behind his distrustful behavior around me, was nothing more than the guilt he felt for being as attracted to me as I was to him. I gazed into the orb of his eyes making him feel uneasy. I let my hand slip onto the back of his neck, slightly dragging him towards me. I pressed my lips against his. He kissed back. Soon his hands were in my hair and he was the one to prevent me from breaking that kiss.

But suddenly Yoongi grabbed my arm and pushed me away. His other hand was pinning Namjoon’s chest on the wall and his eyes were giving him death glares. Namjoon immediately backfired.

“She kissed me! You saw it, I didn’t do anything.” He didn’t answer and pushed him a little bit more against the bricks.

“You wanted it.” I remarked as I was walking away to lit another cigarette.

Yoongi’s voice was trembling with anger, and so did his body as he was really trying to control himself. But even if he was pissed by my action I could see I wasn’t the one he was mad at. Yoongi was smart enough to understand what my feelings for Namjoon were. He knew they weren’t a threat to us. He was only mad because I knew that no matter how many times Namjoon would surrender to his feelings, he would always end up rejecting me, rejecting us.

“You should go home.” The pain on Namjoon’s face broke my heart, but I knew Yoongi was right. He was always so transparent, like an open book his feelings were so easy to read, and yet he would still close himself to us when we were confronting him to them.

Without a word he took his jacket and slammed the door behind him. I walked to my lover and gently took his hand. “Let’s go to sleep.” I told him before walking him to the room. When we lied on the bed I let Yoongi rest his head on my chest and caressed his hair, comforting him.

“Don’t worry, he loves you, he loves us. He just doesn’t want to admit it.”

He sighed but didn’t say a word and let me rock him to sleep.

Long time since I wrote anything, I got inspired but I can’t promise I will write again soon cause I’m supposed to have work rn :(

Hope you enjoy it!

- Rime

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welcometotheheartbreakhotel · 7 years ago

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Voice {2}

Genre//Angst(?)

Pairing// RM & Y/N

Word count// idk rn (to be updated later)

(Y/N)

I woke up tucked into bed. I began to panic. I didn't remember getting into bed. I sat up and looked around the room. It was empty. As I got up, I noticed a note on the bedside table.

I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't mean to talk to you like that. I really think we need to talk about some things. Something has to change. I think we both know this much.

-Namjoon

I crumpled the paper in my hands and threw it into the wastebasket. All he did was tell me the obvious. As per usual. I sighed for the millionth time that day and walked into the closet for clothes to change into. I stopped in front of the full length mirror that hung on the door. I almost didn't recognise my own reflection. I'd lost so much weight. My cheeks looked sunk in. My jaw looked sharper than normal. I examined the rest of my body. It hadn't changed much.

I ran a hand through my hair. It feel all the way down to my waist. It was so long. I remembered when we first got together he would always go on about how he loved long hair on women. At the time, my hair was shoulder length and had put it into my mind that I would grow it just for him. All I could do now was look at it and feel a tightness in my chest.

I shook away the memories and decided to clean the place up a bit. There wasn't much to do. Namjoon was such a neat freak, the place was always spotless. All I had to do was arrange the daily mess on the bathroom counter. I began to put things in their place. Sprays and gels in the cabinet, dryers and irons in their holders.

As I opened the drawer to put away a comb, I came across a pair of scissors.I held them up and gazed at my reflection in the mirror, once again. Namjoon was right. Something has to change.

(Namjoon)

All I had on my mind that day was her. How I'd left her.

After our argument, I managed to find an extra key to our bedroom and let myself in. She'd fallen asleep on the floor, crying. My chest tightened at the thought. This was all my fault. I'd done this to her. I had carried her to bed and left her a note telling her we needed to talk. As much as I had wanted to avoid this moment, I knew I had to do it sooner better than later. I owed her this much.

I was so caught in my thoughts I hadn't noticed my friend Yoongi tapping on my shoulder.

"Namjoon-ah... Are you okay?" He looked at me with eyes full of concern.

I nodded. "Yeah, just...Mae-in and I..." I sighed, "things are getting tiring."

Yoongi pressed his lips together in thought. "For you? For her? Or for the both of you? You got to take the both of you into consideration, Namjoon.” He patted my shoulder. "Think about it. Anyways, I gotta go. Jen's waiting for me. I'll see you later, alright?"

I mustered a smile and waved him off.

I looked at the computer clock. It read 8:45. I was supposed to be out 15 minutes ago. I grabbed my stuff and headed out.

It was a rainy night. There was couples everywhere, huddled together under umbrellas. The scene reminded me of when I met Mae-in. I saw it all as if it were happening right in front of me.

Namjoon stood by the bus stop. It was raining cats and dogs, and everyone was scurrying around, trying to find shelter. The sound of shuffling feet next to him grabbed his attention.

He looked next to him, and there she stood.

She had to be the most beautiful girl he'd seen in his entire life. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the dark night. Her dark hair fell at her shoulders. Something stood out the most to him, though.

She was soaking wet.

"Uh.. excuse me? Miss?" He tried talking to her.

The girl looked from him to behind her, then pointed at herself.

"Who? Me?" She looked confused.

He smiled and pointed to the sky.

"It's kind of raining."

She laughed, a soft sound that seemed to echo in his mind.

"Thank you for stating the obvious."

He laughed at her sass.

"What I meant is.. You're getting all wet. Doesn't that bother you?"

"Nope. I like the rain. I like everything about it. Even the sound. It's like a bunch of little voices that each have something to say, but they get drowned out by all the others. As for the getting wet part.." She chuckles "I forgot my umbrella, so really don't have a choice."

He blanked out. He had been so lost in her words he hadn't paid much attention to the fact that she was done talking.

Her wide eyes looked up at him. She smiled and cleared her throat, snapping him It of his trance.

"Oh," he blushed, "I'm sorry. Uh... Here," he inched closer to her and shifted his umbrella do that it covered her. "Is that okay?"

She smiled.

"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry,I didn't catch your name."

"I'm Namjoon. Nice to meet you." He bowed his head to her.

She bowed her head in return. "I'm Y/N."

The two kept talking, and eventually missed the bus they were both waiting for. They went to the nearest cafe to warm up, and talked for what seemed like hours. Usually, Namjoon didn't like having conversations, but when it came to her, all he wanted to do was listen. As for the girl, it was like something out of the movies for her. He didn't seem like a man of many words, but when he did speak. His voice made her heart flutter.

He didn't realize at what moment he came to stand outside of the very cafe they'd gone into. His heart began to flutter, just like it did then. He subconsciously placed a hand over his heart. He had to tell her. Be honest with her. She deserved it. He hurried home.

Home…

It had been a long time since he'd called it home. This just made his heart flutter even more.

He got to the front door and let himself in. Immediately, he was welcomed by the delicious smell of Korean black pork being grilled. As he walked into the kitchen, the image before him took him aback.

In front of the stove, was the unmistakable figure of the woman he'd slept next to for the past 3 years. The waist long hair he'd once loved running his hands through, was now lying just below her chin. The figure turned and offered the same smile that had won him over 3 years ago.

"You're home late, aren't you?" She smiled again.

The smile didn't reach her eyes like it once did. He could see.

Her face told him she was okay, and all was forgotten. In her wide eyes, however, he could see that nothing was forgotten.

But something had definitely changed.

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chemiechemiechemie · 7 years ago

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bts moodboards :

ㅤㅤㅤrainy day date with rapmon

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 7 years ago

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Hi❤️ Your ship was so great. If it ok,can I have a ship w/BTS & SVT,pls? I'm ENFJ,the eldest of 4,making me reliable & a good leader. Very caring,affectionate,supportive,kind,strong both physically & mentally. I get competitive & fearless sometimes. I'm a good listener so as a good adviser. I work hard,do things fast,walk/work/speak fast but I always think through it before act. When I work w/others,I’m the idea gatherer. If there’s a problem,they tend to let me deal w/it. I’m pretty agreeable &

(cont) good with comforting. My way is to encouraging people,not to use harsh words or yell. I love sharing my love w/my fam & people I care. I just love,enjoy doing thoughtful things for others & always wish them well. I’ll fill what they lack & I’ll cut down what that’s too much. I adore animals,children & LOVE cuddling,skinship,coffee,theme park. I can cook too.I hate heat & worst w/directions. I’m always there for my siblings. Smile’s always on my face & I hope everyone can smile,too. TYSM, love :)

Hello! I’ll have the pleasure of doing your request since Sunni isn’t big on SVT!

For BTS I ship you with Namjoon!

Your leader skills go hand in hand at being a boss and keeping things in order! He would go head over heels for your fearlessness and you competitive side gets him going! This plays when you two go to parks of fairs and go head to head with each other to win the best prizes and beat each other in games. I feel like he would really like that you’re into skinship bc he can get real handsy when he’s stressed and would 100% cuddle as a stress reliever. You two would be the most loving couple I’ve seen, if he treats you hoe he treats us armies (he’s so thankful of us and really loves us im cryin’ get u a kim namjoon) then there is no doubt theres love around you two!

For Seventeen I ship you with Mingyu!

He would think your attitude is super attractive and thinks a girl should hold herself high! The fact that you’re a good listener makes you his number one person to go to when he’s upset or overly stressed and he’s super thankful of that, just imagine his head on your lap, your hands in his hair as he just talks abut his day. COFFEE DATES are so cliche but i love them sm and I can see Mingyu being a guy to take you on one! He also thinks your mentality that hoping everyone can smile is super sweet that is what captivates him about you!!!

#requests #kpop ships #seventeen #bts #bangtan #seventeen ships #bts ships #mingyu scenarios #namjoon scenarios #rm scenarios #rapmon scenarios #rapmonster scenarios #chii

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bestkpopscenariosontheblockbts · 7 years ago

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Namjoon: The One Where I told You I Told You I Love You

It was a day that Y/n had no work, school or any other drama at all. Finally Y/N had a day off. A day to relax. Until the phone rang. She groan to the ringing tone and deciding to look at it. She finally turned it over to see the number and a smile created an her lips. She swiped to accept the call and greeted the caller.

“Hello?”

“Hey. Finally you answered it,” It was Namjoon. Her first guy friend that she met in her stay in Seoul.

“Hey. Sorry. I was just feeling lazy and trying to avoid the phone hoping that work wont call. “

“It all good. Don’t worry. What are you doing today?” Y/n can just visualize him talking to her face to face even though she can only hear his voice.

“I plan on staying home and lounge around. It has been a while that i relaxed,” Y/N gave her answer and got out of bed and went towards the kitchen.

“Oh yeah? You probably need it. You have been working a lot lately. I haven’t had the chance to see you. I’ve been missing you,” Namjoon tells her on his end.

Y/n face heated up when he said those words. “I’ve been missing you a lot to. You are always working and traveling that it is hard to make plans.”

“How about we hang out today. I actually have the day off today as well.”

“Sounds great. What time is it best for you?” Y/n asks her question and the buzzer for her door goes off. She goes to the door and opens it with out looking in to the peep hole and still looking down at the ground.

“How about right now?” The male voice echos from her phone and looks up to see Namjoon at her door. He smiles and hangs up his phone. “Hey,” he greets Y/N.

“Hey. If you were coming i would have gotten more stuff for us,” Y/n tells him and tells her self that Thank good she was wearing her sweats and had a sports bra on still. She moves her self out of the way to let the man in.

“Don’t worry about it. I got it covered.” He holds up two bags of snacks, ramen, sodas and other junk they love.

“You are the best.” she tells him.

“I get that a lot,” he give her a wink and makes his way to her small kitchen. He sets the bag down and pulls out all the food. He was ready to start making the ramen but Y/n tells him that she’ll make it and he goes pick something to watch.

He agrees and leave to the sofa and sees her laptop on and hooked up to the tv. He goes through a bunch of series that they both love to watch and decides to pick that show that they never grow tired of. Y/n comes in with bowls of the hot noodles and spicy broth.

“Did you pick something?” She asked and sets the bowls near her small coffee table.

“Yeah. I’ll start it right now.” Namjoon presses play and the show starts.

“Yay Friends! Oh this is a good episode,” she tells him.

“I knew you would like this one. This is one of my favorite episodes.”

The theme song comes on and they belted out the lyrics and clapped at the right moment and laugh so hard to their action. As soon the song was over they began their endless eating and binge watching the show. They made it through half of the season they were watching and started to get bored.

Namjoon looked at Y/N and asked her a question. “Hey do you ever think that you can fall in love with your friend and be OK with it? Even though it might make things very awkward?”

“I don’t see why not. That basically happens in real life and on the show. But it depends on the person.”

“That’s true. I just wanted your thoughts about it. “

“At least you don’t have an off and on relationship like Ross and Rachel. They are the ones that can’t make up their mind.

“Or keep it a long secret like Monica and Chandler.

They both start laughing and agree with their answers.

“Remember the episode “Where I told You I Love You?” he asks her and sits up straighter facing her.

“I don’t remember that episode. Which one was that?” Y/n adjusts herself and focus on the TV more than Namjoon.

Namjoon leans towards her and pecks her cheek. She turns to look at him with a pleased smile. “That episode is about us. The episode where i confess to you. I confess that i love you for a very long time and i want us to be together.”

Y/n smiles and looks at him. “And in this episode is were i tell you that you are the reason i stay here in this city and that i’m always thinking of you. That i always had a crush on you.”

They looked at each other and reached for each others’ hands. As soon their hands found each other they both leaned in to their first ever kiss.

-END

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smuttyfairy · 7 years ago

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hello! i wanted to ask if you or anyone knows the name of a jimin ft jungkook fic? it’s basically about jimin being a fuckboy and the reader trying to give him a taste of his own medicine with the help of her friends who were also heartbroken by jimin. Thank you!

If you know any of the answers to the fic questions below please let us know via ask box!!

ALSO, please add a small description to whatever the fic was about so we know which fic question you’re answering without having to go back to look and the post of the questions as it tends to get drowned down into our archives really fast :) Please and thank you~

x-momochi-x asked:

Hey. I need a little help. If anyone of you or your follows can help me it would be nice. I’m looking for a fanfiction I read in June but I’ve had no luck. It was a jhope x taehyung x reader I believe, and it was about vampires. I thought the name was Crimson Killers or something like that. But anyways it was like that. I would really like it if I could get some help. If any of your follows know please pm me. Thank you~

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Hello! Do anyone knows a strawberry farmer V’s fic where the reader is a seller at the farmers’ market and good friends with V since young and he always ask her out so they have a deal to got to his farm and he got to eat her out I believe? If anyone knows this kindly reply! Thank you!!! 🙌

anonymous asked:

Bts Jimin, Jungkook or Suga scenario to you trying to commit suicide after break up(Like cutting yourself)

anonymous asked:

Hello admins, can you help me find this fic abt female reader is friend with yoonji. oc had a crush on jimin and hes a jerk. yoongi is in it too, his role is older twin of yoonji. sorry for my bad english >

anonymous asked:

hi i’m looking for this bts jin scenario where rap monster lend him some pornographic cds and he fell in love with one of those girls and they actually ended up with each other. thank youu!

anonymous asked:

I’ve been banging my head repeatedly against the table edge for the past week over a fic and I was hoping you could help me? It’s a fic about Jimin and the oc is a mom and they meet up again at a highschool reunion and he’s all successful now Bc he wanted to show off or something but she’s so humble and he kind of falls in love with her again and wants to help her out and stuff? Please help me, thank you 😭😭😭

anonymous asked:

I’m looking for a fic where Jungkook is a rich college fuckboy, but the oc doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t give him any attention. He is intrigued by her and one night on his way to crash Yoongi’s party he almost runs over her with his car and he helps her back to her apartment and he tries to talk to her at college. I think the title is similar to “Something to hide” and it alludes to abuse of the oc by another person (likely Jimin). It’s a JungkookxOCxjimin fic.

anonymous asked:

Hi do you know the name of the fic where the reader is taken in by a royal family at a young age because she’s going to be in an arranged marriage with taehyung when she’s older and yoongi teaches her to read, write, etc.

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EMERGENCY MUST FIND FIC ASAP: it’s taehyung fic where the reader has schizophrenia and thinks taehyung is real but he’s not, and her friend asks her to go meet someone but it’s actually a therapist (jungkook) at a cafe and he diagnosis her n tells her

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hello can u help me find a jungkook x reader fic club!au in which the ‘club’ is for masturbating in front of strangers but touching is forbidden, I’ve been trying to find it for days now (sry if my English is bad)

anonymous asked:

hi, i was wondering if you guys can help me find a fic. It was jungkook and an older woman (noon) and it was her first time although he was older. she kept calling him things like muscle pig and he made fun of her for wearing a hot pink sports bra and batman boxers. I think he was wearing a detective conan outfit. she doesn’t like sex at first and then jungkook tries without a condom and he gets her burritos afterwards. Thank you!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could yall help me locate a fic where I think it’s V/RM or one of the maknae line (?) where OC is a smart student, one day she has to do a lab project with V n she thought he was like her other partners lazy etc but he did everything on his part and one day before the submission he found a mistake n she freaks out n she wanted to see her mistake so they met in the lab and eventually he goes down on her etc (it’s a long fic and got to do with lab coats + partners), pls help tysm!

anonymous asked:

Hi do you guys know of a JK fic where the OC is JK’s secretary and you ask him a favor to be your date in this high school reunion and you guys almost have sex in a classroom and continue it in his house. I forgot the title and the author i was hoping you could help me thank youii

anonymous asked:

I have a fic question. It for a Yoongi model au. The reader is an up and coming model and she gets to work with yoongi, a famous model, and the photo shoot was them laying in bed together. The reader is a little anxious about taking off the men’s dress shirt she was wearing, but yoongi gives her encouragement. I hope that was a good enough description. I have been looking for it for awhile. Thank you.

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Hey, I’m looking for this fic I was reading recently but lost. The main character is Hoseok and it’s a fuckboy/ friends with benefits/college au and the readers ex is Yugyeom who cheated on her?

anonymous asked:

hiiiii!~ if you don’t mind me asking, do you know this story where BTS is in a gang/mafia and oc is an intern/doctor? OC was staying at a diner and Rose serves her hot choco and muffins but then bts’ rival gang comes in and shoots Jimin so OC goes to the rescue and bts keeps her to protect her…

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Hiiiii, I was wondering if you or any of your followers could help me locate a jimin smut where y/n works in the same office as jimin and during the day he’s the most boring underwhelming person ever but y/n runs into at a club at night and he’s all of a sudden looking like a sex god and then y/n and him fuck on his motorcycle shdjjdjdjdkdshfh

anonymous asked:

Hi I’m looking for a fanfic where the girl is in college with taehyung and they’re not on the best of terms. But they were signed up to a competition where they need to shoot the opponents with nerf bullets or something like that. But the girl works in a cafe with jin aswell, thank you.

anonymous asked:

hi ! i’m looking for a yoongi (yoonji) x oc fic where yoongi and the oc are dorm mates/best friends and he’s hiding the fact that he’s a guy so he could live in the cleaner girls’ dorms, and another reason i can’t quite remember. jimin has an interest in yoonji and the oc has one in jimin, so much so that she ignores his ramblings about yoonji. but he catches yoongi and the oc together when he’s going to their dorm to confess to yoonji

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do anyone have an idea what is the title of a fic where it's about ice hockey bunnies (?) I can't rmb who the lead was but I know there's jimin and blackpink members in it~ It's something like being a bunny and cheering for your school's ice hockey team etc~ If anyone has an idea please reply~~ Thank you so much!!

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jinjikook · 7 years ago

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Hazed (M)

word count: 2.1k

genre: smut ; non AU/idol-verse

pairing: namjoon/jimin

summary: minjoon are hotel roommates that are feeling gross after a performance and want nothing more than to get clean. or in this case, dirtier.

warning(s)/kink(s): handjobs , dom/sub roles, baby boy kink, lots of dirty talk, teasing, slight frottage, come eating, bottom + sub jimin

music: the eve - exo ; often - the weeknd

crossposted on ao3 @ wonhoshi (mildly edited for tumblr)

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The hotel room was cold, the air crisp and biting at the skin on Namjoon’s arms. He shivered involuntarily at the chilly breeze he felt the minute he stepped past the threshold. The sweat that coated his body turned freezing rather quickly and the tall man wanted nothing more than to step into the shower and turn it to the hottest setting until steam fogged the mirrors and clogged his lungs, opening his pores.

Jimin trailed behind the taller male, in a similar disarray of wrinkled clothes and sweaty skin. He too shivered at the cool room but seemed to mind the cold less. He knew Namjoon would probably want to shower first, and as much as he wanted to scrub all the grime from the concert tonight off his body, he was polite enough to wait his turn.

“Ah hyung, if I doze off, please wake me when you’re out of the shower.” Jimin lilted, body already heading to the sweet comfort of the cushioned bed close to the window. He sat down on the plush comforter and toed off his shoes, stretching a leg to the air conditioner unit by his bed to push the button to turn down its intensity.

Namjoon hummed and slowly peeled his clothes off his body. His shirt clung to his lean frame, sweat making it stick disgustingly against his torso.

“Jiminnie.”

Now it was Jimin’s turn to hum but he didn’t lift his head from where it now lay on the soft pillows at the head of the bed. His hair fanned over the pillow, billowing like soft feathers against the creamy neutrals of the bed.

“Don’t you want to clean up too? After the wrestling match I just had with my shirt, I can’t imagine leaving you here to fester in your own filth.” Namjoon was always so considerate of his fellow members, especially the younger ones. He really did fill the father role in their little group so well.

“Namjoon-hyung, don’t worry about it. Go ahead and shower. I’m just resting my eyes for a little bit.” Jimin barely moved and kept his eyes closed, allowing his breathing to slow down to a resting rate. He felt relaxed after the high strung stress from the concert. Jimin loved to perform for crowds, taking in the smiles of the oceans of fans and hearing them scream and chant and sing along with the words he sang. It was a high unlike any other, but it always left his body aching and tired. It was a good kind of sore, like a bruise you couldn’t stop touching. But he was still sore nonetheless.

“C’mon Chim, we can share. Think of it this way, the sooner you scrub all the makeup off and get all squeaky clean, the sooner you can get back on that bed and knock out.” Namjoon offered, already unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down to reveal black Calvin Klein briefs.

Jimin took in Namjoon’s offer, taking it into consideration. On the plus side, he could get rid of the drying sweat and crusting eyeliner off him but he just felt so at ease right then. He wasn’t even sure if he could will his limbs to move an inch at the moment.

“Mmmnn… I don’t wanna move.” He mumbled, sleep already starting to slur his words and blend them into each other. He heard some rustling and assumed Namjoon had finally finished stripping and was going into the bathroom any moment. He suddenly felt the mattress dip, a sweaty and manly musk permeated his senses but he didn’t feel alarm; instead the smooth scent made him feel warm and content, lulling deeper into the exhaustion he was feeling.

Jimin heard the telltale low breathing of his leader and strong arms suddenly scooped him up into a cradle hold. He squeaked embarrassingly at the other’s sudden act towards him and his eyes shot open to find a dimpled smile and dark eyes looking back at him.

“You’re gonna get sick if you sit in such a cold room covered in sweat. Let’s get cleaned up and then you can sleep.” Namjoon’s low voice murmured, almost like a lullaby that nearly made Jimin sleep right there in his arms. He could only nod dumbly as the other carried him to the bathroom and shut the door behind them.

He set him down on the sink counter top and reached for the hem of his sleeveless shirt, hands hovering over it as his eyes asked the silent question to the vocalist. Jimin hummed and Namjoon took it as a green light. He threw his shirt to the far corner of the tiled room and let his hands trail down Jimin’s sides while Jimin let his head loll back.

Namjoon’s eyes raked over the toned torso of his bandmate. Despite how much more the other was eating now that he didn’t stress over dieting and image as much as he used to, the boy still maintained a delicately toned tummy that made Namjoon want to nip and bite across the span of the taut skin.

“Joon-ah, turn on the water so it can get hot.” Jimin brought Namjoon back to reality. He smiled softly at the shorter boy and nodded, padding away to the shower door and pulling it back to turn the knob and turn the hot water on. A loud spray erupted from the silver shower head as it came to life and cascaded onto the porcelain white tub.

Jimin hummed to some tune that was from the concert as he swung his feet like a child. Namjoon chuckled at the innocence that seemed to ooze from the younger at the moment. He returned to Jimin, hands resting lightly on the sharp hipbones that seemed to pop out of his dark jeans. Jimin looked up innocently at the taller male, eyes dark and doe like. He bit his lip and Namjoon audibly groaned at the sight.

“We were supposed to just shower Jiminie.” His deep voice rumbled but his eyes never left Jimin’s lips as he nibbled and licked at them. They turned even more red and plump than usual as he continued to lavish them with his tongue. “You know what you’re doing to me, baby boy.”

Jimin whimpered at the name, feeling heat coil and shoot straight to his groin. Namjoon eyed him fiercely, lust a deep dark presence in his eyes. The tension could be felt, thick, hot and heavy like condensed milk and suddenly they realized that it wasn’t steam from the shower that was making everything feel so balmy.

Namjoon made the first move, diving down to capture Jimin’s lips in a searing kiss. Jimin moaned loudly, feeling something snap in him as he pawed at the bare chest of his leader. Namjoon spared no mercy as he quite literally devoured Jimin’s mouth, sucking and biting hungrily at his swollen lips. He pulled back to breathe, resting his forehead against Jimin’s. Their lips were still so close that they shared labored breaths.

“Joonie…” Jimin cooed, eyes still unbelievably innocent while the rest of him looks like literal sin. “I need your help now…”

Jimin’s eyes shot down and Namjoon followed, trailing his eyes over his body to stop where the other had. They both looked down at the hard tent in Jimin’s dark wash jeans. The younger of the two began to squirm in his seat, pushing his body forward just enough to be able to lock his legs around Namjoon. He used his strong thighs to pull him in close and make him feel the problem for himself.

“Holy fuck—Jimin, baby boy. You’re so damn eager. You want me to help you out with that?” Namjoon teased, though he felt his own self-restraint quickly waning the more he felt Jimin’s hard body and cock slowly grinding against him.

Jimin nodded fervently, throwing his arms around Namjoon’s broad shoulders and pulling him in for a lazy and sloppy kiss. It was wet and noisy and everything that turned Namjoon on. Jimin continued to slowly grind his body in waves, letting his erection be trapped between their two bare abdomens in search of sweet friction.

Whiny moans and whimpers left Jimin’s lips at a breakneck pace, the boy needing release more than anything else in the world.

“Nam—fuck—Joonie, I need these off. Please please please, let me take them off.” Jimin begged, referring to the tight jeans that were in the way of his orgasm.

Namjoon chuckled at the other’s eagerness, wanting to drag this one just a little longer. It was always music to his ears whenever Jimin begged.

“Mmm baby boy, you want me to take these off?” Namjoon gestured to his pants. “Want me to get my hand on that pretty cock of yours and make you come all over yourself?”

Jimin keened and bucked his hips, desperately looking for relief. He breathed heavy pants but the air was so thick and heavy from the steam that now surrounded the bathroom.

Namjoon just licked his lips and continued.

“I bet you’re flushed deep red down there, head soaked in slick. I bet you’d love me to run my fingers through all that precome and make you taste it. You love the taste of yourself, don’t you?” Namjoon teased further, rubbing up and down Jimin’s thighs. He obviously ignored the aching hard on that pushed against the seam of Jimin’s jeans.

“Pl-please hyung, I need to come so bad.”

Namjoon rested a beat, considering his options. He decided he’d played enough with the younger and obliged him. He tugged open his jeans and roughly pulled them down past his ankles and off his legs. He palmed at Jimin’s briefs and Jimin moaned wantonly, finally feeling something other than harsh denim and a tough zipper against his member.

He bit down hard on his lip when Namjoon pulled down his underwear to reveal his erection. It bobbed against his taut stomach, leaving a sheen of sticky precome on his abs. Namjoon drank in everything before him, the gorgeous wet cock twitching in excitement, the flushed skin around his hips and Jimin’s bottom lip firmly held between his teeth as his eyes shut tight.

Namjoon wrapped his fingers delicately around the shaft, tugging a few time experimentally. Jimin whined and Namjoon leaned forward to rest his lips against Jimin’s earlobe.

He whispered, deep and dark, into his ear.

“Jiminie, does this feel good?”

He got a loud moan in response. He vaguely wondered if anyone could hear past these tiled walls.

“Does my baby boy love getting off? Do you think the others can hear you, how desperate and needy you are right now? God, you sound like such a good bitch like this. Think you can come just—like—this?”

Namjoon accentuated the last few words with sharp tugs on Jimin’s cock, feeling his forehead resting on his shoulder and his hot breath puffing across his collarbones.

A whimpering mess of yes and god and please tumbles out of Jimin’s mouth, his tongue tripping over sounds and syllables the closer he got to coming. His breath began to catch, high and whiny in his throat, and Namjoon knew this was the home stretch.

“That’s it baby, just let yourself get there. Come for me, come all over yourself and my hand for me, gorgeous.”

Those were the last words Jimin was able to comprehend before his vision went white and mind went to mush. He let out an ungodly amount of moans, each just as loud as the next. He continued to thrust in the tight ring of pressure Namjoon applied on his member, shoving his head far into the crook of his neck.

Jimin mouthed at the spot at the base of Namjoon’s neck, knowing that when he pulls away eventually, it’ll be splotchy and red. The makeup noonas are sure to hate him when they film again in the following day or two.

Once it became too much, Namjoon pulled his hand away, cleaning the come covered skin as he passed. He raised his hand, taking once full digit into his own mouth and sucked obscenely at it. Once he swirled his tongue around it enough to clean it completely, he pulled it out slowly, making a show for the younger boy trapped on the sink.

His mouth gaped open, eyes still dark and slightly wet. He felt his cock twitch at the sight, a valiant effort but Jimin knew he wouldn’t be able to go another round for a little bit.

Namjoon took the rest of his come covered fingers and pushed at Jimin’s plump lips. He pushed past the two bitten-red pillows and let Jimin suckle eagerly at his hand, leaving searing trails behind hot licks up and down his fingers and palm.

“Good boy. Now let’s see if you can help me out now.”

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Love - A Dreadful Bond

Between - Namjoon X Reader [Y/N] Genre - Angst Words - 7,910

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N - Italic fonts can either be flashbacks or the thoughts of a character.

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Part 2

Five boys were sitting together in their dorm with all their eyes fixed on the headline news. The news that shook everyone who knew Namjoon, close or not. Neither of the boys expected this coming, so they were all sitting with confusion written on their faces and also sharing a confused look with each other too every now and then.

“Wha-what? How can this happen?” The youngest one asks not directing the question towards anyone in specific. “How can it not?” One of the older one says while rubbing his forehead with his finger. “No but wasn’t he-” “Jungkook. We can’t be sure of it right away.” His other hyung says as he bites his nail. All the boys were obviously shocked to see this happening. Especially since they knew about you and Namjoon, even when they weren’t supposed to know. “Lets hope we get invited.” The second youngest laughs but stops when everyone else gives him a poker face, not amused with his humor. “Tae, it’s definitely not a time to joke around.” Taehyung rolls his eyes at their reactions. He did have a point. Why would any of those other 4 be invited, leaving him and his other hyung, Hoseok, aside. “Yoongi, call Hobi. Ask him if he knew any of this.” The eldest of them, Jin, orders the other as he gets up to answer his now ringing phone. “Yes, Chairman.” The rest of them look at each with widen eyes at hearing that word.

As Yoongi gets up to phone the younger, the three younger boys lean back and let out sighs at sync. Jungkook gets up to go to the kitchen while Taehyung and the other boy, Jimin, stare at their eldest talking to the Chairman. The Chairman of Kim Enterprises calling one of them in person always meant that it was something really important.

“Okay Hobi-ah, thank you.” Yoongi ends the call and runs a hand through his black hair while letting out a frustrated sigh. “He says he didn’t know either.”

~(Y/N)’s point of view~

Everything crushes inside you as you stare at the television screen. Bomi switches her gaze towards you when she senses something and she waits for you to move a little at least. You were frozen in one place, unable to function. The thoughts you had in your mind, this was a perfect reason to believe them. Did he really not love you anymore? How long had this been going on? Soo Jung, the name was too familiar to you. She’s Namjoon’s cousin, he always talked about how they grew up and how she had confessed her feelings for him but he refused each time. You knew you weren’t the first girlfriend for Namjoon, but he was your first boyfriend and it just killed you inside after seeing this. Especially with Soo Jung related to it all. Does that mean that he finally did fall for her too? Did he lie to you before too? Was any of it real?

Tears were starting to fill your already swollen eyes as your ears decipher the voices coming from the television. You take a few steps back and get a quick glance of Bomi’s face too. She was staring at you with concern while she was leaning forward on the couch to get up. You quickly run into your bedroom and lock the door as tears start to fall one by one. Bomi runs after you and starts slamming on the door, telling you to unlock it. You sit on your bed as you pick up your phone. You stare at your screen for a while then open the messages and go under Namjoon’s contact.

You: Is this true?

Pressing the backspace to erase that, you sit for another minute.

You: Are you really done with me? Is it really my fault?

Backspace.

You: How can you even do this?

Backspace.

You: Please tell me this isn’t true.

Tears were falling unstop at this point as you press backspace again. All the feelings were mixed right now. Sadness, depression, anger, frustration, confusion, hate, pain. You didn’t know what to do anymore. Your hand tightens around your phone but it slowly let goes of it when you throw your phone across the room and aim it on the wall next to the door. Screaming out, you grab your hair and slide down the bed while crying out as much as you could. Overthinking was one of your biggest problem and at a time like this, it was getting over the limit. You couldn’t stop it. You couldn’t do anything. Blaming yourself for everything that’s happened. You never thought of yourself as the most perfect or beautiful person. You knew about your flaws and always tried to accept them and be happy but people always fall. People always have bad times where they doubt or hate or bring themselves down. This was more than just a bad time. This was you losing your everything, you losing the one person you never wanted to lose. This was you wanting Namjoon back but not knowing how to. This was you wanting it stop but you couldn’t. This was-

“Ya!! (Y/N), if you don’t open this door, I swear I’ll-” Bomi stops yelling and runs down the hall as she remembers something.

After a few seconds, you hear her run back to your door and hear the door unlock. Bomi walks in and sees the state you were in and walks to you to hug you but you push her back. This was normal for you. You always pushed people away at times like this because you didn’t want people to see you like this, especially Bomi. She deals with your nagging and stubbornness silently and finally pulls you into a tight hug. It may seem too dramatic for anyone else to see you cry like this over a boy but Bomi knew what Namjoon meant to you. He was a friend then he gradually upgraded his way up till here and he meant everything he said to you. She saw the glow your eyes held when you were with him. He was the best thing that could ever happen to you, after Bomi of course. She understood why you’re acting the way you’re acting. This is the first time you had fell in love. First love always leave huge marks and wounds if they don’t work out. Bomi went through it and you were there for her back then. This was time for Bomi to do the same to you although she hoped it never had to turn out this way. Plus she always knew that you were weaker than you look. You could act fine or good or not too broken but deep down you were always too weak at times like this. At times when you fell or had bad times. She knew it all and she was doing all she could to keep you going. If Bomi had a chance to attack Namjoon, she would but she also knew that even now, you will still protect him and it was killing her to see you this way.

The tears wouldn’t stop, the pain you were feeling, the betrayal, everything. It was all too much to take in all of a sudden, and with the wedding, you couldn’t do anything. How could he marry someone after leaving you like this? All these things were starting to make you wonder when he started feeling different because you knew he loved you, he obviously did. So why did it turn out like this? Bomi’s voice was a fade in your head since the thoughts were screaming out. Your chest feels like it’s crushing into pieces, it was hurting you even while breathing. Your head was throbbing with pain and your throat was begging for some water. Your body was starting to shake because of all the crying. All the crying caused by Namjoon. This had happened before but not this serious. Before, he even promised it won’t happen again but now you were in this situation because of him.

Once you do stop crying, you freeze in one position. You didn’t have the energy to move or to feel anything right now. You force yourself to stop crying and sit up to stare in front of you. Letting the thoughts fill your head, you stay still like a statue as Bomi watches you, waiting for you to do something at least. The door bell rings multiple times and Bomi runs to open the door, leaving you still. The fast footsteps you hear from down the hall were familiar enough to turn your gaze towards the open door. You look up at his sweaty body and hair, his heavy pants were obvious that he got here as fast as he could. Your crying starts again as he walks towards you and pulls you into an embrace once he gets on his knees.

“I got here as fast as I could.” He says to both, you and Bomi. His hands were rubbing your back and his other hand was patting your head as he was shushing you. “Hobi-ah, can you please tell me this isn’t true?” You sob out into Hoseok’s shirt as he pulls you tighter into his embrace. Bomi was starting to cry a little by seeing your state so she leaves to get some water for both of you. Hoseok keeps telling you to stay calm and that it’ll be alright but it was only causing you to break down even more. “Hey.” Hoseok breaks the embrace by pushing you a little back so you face him. He cups your face and wipes away your tears. “Stop crying, okay? I know him since we were kids, he wouldn’t do something like that without a reason. I’ll talk to him and ask him what the fuck is going on. Okay?” He wipes away your tears and takes a glass from Bomi when she arrives. He puts the glass on your lips and makes you drink the water even when you refuse. “That’s enough. (Y/N). Please don’t do this to yourself. I’m here for you and so is Bomi. I’ll beat him up for you. I’ll hang him upside down. I’ll kick his ass.” Your lips curve into a small smile at Hobi’s words and he clicks his tongue after seeing how forced and sad it looks. “Come here.” He pulls you back into a tighter embrace while you cry a little more.

Hoseok has been your friend ever since the beginning of high school, he had summer dance classes with you; that’s how you two met and coincidentally you two went to the same school. He is as close and important as Bomi is. Namjoon and Hoseok knew each other even before you and Bomi knew them. They grew up together ever since they were babies, there were five more other guys you heard of but you had never seen them. Neither Namjoon nor Hoseok spoke about them. They just mentioned that it was them seven boys since they were kids but without any details. Not even names. According to Hoseok, it was better you and Bomi stayed out of it because Namjoon and the others had a huge fight which caused the group to split. Hoseok was neutral in the situation since he had moved to America during that time. When he came back, he found out that you, Bomi and Namjoon were friends and the other boys stayed away from Namjoon, leaving Hoseok aside. He didn’t have anything against any of them nor did they have anything against him so they let him be as he was with you, Namjoon, and the others. Hoseok had always been so cheerful with you, he always helped you when you couldn’t ask for help. He was like another you. You had seen him have hard times and it always broke you to see him that way. You, Namjoon, and Bomi have always been there for him and he has always been there for you and the others. He cared for you all the time and made sure nothing bad happens to you. Namjoon trusted him with you too. Though Hoseok and Namjoon were the same age, Hoseok had graduated with you and Bomi since he missed 2 years when he went abroad. He is like your best friend and your own older brother that you could never have. You trust him with everything just like how you trust Namjoon and Bomi.

Hoseok didn’t let go of you until you stop crying. Even when you did stop, he was still holding you because you were too weak at this moment. He probably knows how it feels to watch the person you love with someone else. He always had feelings for you but he never said anything because he noticed how Namjoon always looked at you, with that glow in his eyes. Like you were his everything. He couldn’t confess his feelings so he stayed quiet all the time and eventually got happy when he saw you happy all the time with Namjoon. Of course he still had feelings for you but he controlled them in his own ways. Through singing or dancing, through teaching and helping other people in his dance academy. You shift a little and that’s when he moves back to look at your face. He lets out a sigh and gets up while gently picking you up and placing you on the bed. You watch him with tired and hurting eyes as he picks up your phone and puts it on the side table. Then he picks up the glass and takes it out to the kitchen and walks back after a while in with a box of tissue and a plate of food. He orders you to sit up and you silently just do it, not wanting to nag or give him and Bomi a hard time. Breaking the food into little bites, he shifts them unto the chopsticks and brings it up to your lips to feed you. You try to take it from him so you can eat on your own but he hisses, making you stare at him.

“I’ll feed you so you eat all of it and not just 2 bites.” He says as low as a whisper and moves his hand forward, asking you to open your mouth. Bomi was leaning on the door frame, staring at you and thinking how you’ll get through this. You weren’t as strong as you made it seem to everyone. You cover it up so others didn’t worry about you and everyone close to you knew it. Hoseok keeps giving you bite after bite, even when you stop him. “You can’t ruin yourself over this, (Y/N). Don’t ruin your routine or yourself in any way. Please.” He sounds stern yet calm. He was ordering you but also comforting you in a way. “I’m here for you, Bomi is here for you, your parents are here for you, your friends are here for you. And we all care about you too much and we can’t see you like this. Okay?” You nod your head slowly and fix your pillow behind you so you can lay down. Hoseok gets up and hands the now empty plate to Bomi and turns to give you water again. Once you finish drinking, he tucks you in bed and plays with your hair for a while until you fall asleep. He stares at you for a while then leans in to kiss your forehead. “We all love you. And we can’t see you crumble, especially me.” He whispers to your sleeping state. Then strokes your hair last time and leaves the room, leaving you to rest.

~Namjoon’s point of view~

Everyone had eaten lunch and watched the article and news spread like wild fire. Namjoon’s father and his uncle congratulate each other and him and Soo Jung then go into the office to talk alone, leaving Namjoon alone with Soo Jung. She looks at him and smiles. Namjoon stares at her with an emotionless face then turns to go upstairs to his bedroom. Soo Jung follows him around even when he didn’t want her to. When he opens his door, she lets herself in and sits on the bed.

“You can’t just walk into my room like that.” Namjoon stares at her while she makes herself comfortable on the bed. “Why not? This will be our room after a few weeks.” Soo Jung purrs, causing Namjoon to get even more furious than he already was with everything and everyone. “Sure. It will be, but right now, this is my room.” “Oh stop being so boring. Always so serious with me.” Soo Jung rolls her eyes and looks around the room. “You should be happy since you’re engaged and-” “Why? Am I supposed to be happy?” Soo Jung looks at him and gives out her cheeky smile. “Are you that happy?” “Obviously. I’m finally able to call you mine.” “Just by words and contracts.” “What?” Namjoon scoffs and shakes his head slowly while putting his hands in his pockets. “I’m only yours because of the contract. Don’t expect me to touch you in any way.” “Are you seriously going to dwell and drown yourself into a sad pit because of a girl?” “Are you seriously going to be happy, knowing that you ruined that girl’s life?” Soo Jung’s smile disappears after hearing those words. Namjoon knew that Soo Jung always liked him. He knew a lot about her even though she was good at keeping her secrets. She is his cousin and they did grow up together so obviously he knew things about her even if he didn’t want to. And he knew that she was soft deep down, even if she acted tough or mean. Namjoon smirks after knowing that it did affect her right now. She obviously wouldn’t like that either. “Then why did you accept this?” “You think I had a choice?” “I’m sure you did. There is no way you couldn’t have think of a way. If you love her the way you say, why didn’t you come up with something?” Soo Jung was building up her wall again. She was being tough again and Namjoon couldn’t do anything, not in the state he was already in. She figured out his weakness and used it against him right away. Soo Jung scoffs this time and folds her arm as she walks towards Namjoon. “I know you’ll tell me to cancel this wedding and engagement but I won’t do it. I didn’t come all the way here to cancel it. You agreed to it so now deal with it too.” “Alright. If that’s what you wish.” Soo Jung bites her lip and starts smiling but it fades when he starts speaking again. “But, don’t expect me to touch you in any way. In front of people, we’re happy. In this room, we’re no more than this. So don’t expect anything from me.” “That’s not fair.” “You agreed to it so now deal with it too.” Namjoon turns around and opens the door to walk away but stops and looks back at her. “Look forward to the ceremonies, it may be the only time I’ll touch you.” “What about her?” “What about her?” He repeats while staring in front of him. “What are you going to do?” Soo Jung asks and the concern in her tone was too obvious. “That’s not your business.”

Namjoon walks out the room, leaving Soo Jung by herself. He walks down the stairs, towards his father’s office. The walk down the hall was reminding him of last night and yesterday. You must be too messed up at this moment. He knew that and he was feeling it too. Both men were laughing out loud inside the room but it stops once Namjoon knocks on the door.

“Yeah, Joon-ah. What’s wrong?” The Chairman smiles and the fake tone in his words was making Namjoon sick. “I have to head out for a while. I’ll be back after a while.” He bows down to both Chairmen and smiles as they say goodbye to him.

Namjoon wasn’t sure where he was going to go but he had to leave this place right now before he flips at everyone. Soo Jung was descending down the stairs with a sulky face and she rolls her eyes at Namjoon when he looks at her. He knew she was going to suffer, he didn’t want her to but that’s all he can do at this point. Namjoon ends up in Han River, staring at the still water in front of him. This place held so many memories of him and you. You were everywhere and you were everything for him. Everything was reminding him of you. Every shadow, every movement, every place, and every corner. He was already in the sad pit that Soo Jung said, it won’t be long for him to drown deeper into it. If he was feeling this way, then you were feeling ten times more than Namjoon and that was worrying him. He bites his lips and tries to stop his leg from jumping constantly by putting his hand over it. Namjoon looks at the ground, thinking about whether he should go with the idea that has just popped in his head or not, and he lets out a deep sigh then picks up his phone from the bench.

~(Y/N)’s point of view~

You were sleeping after Hoseok’s help. He constantly walks into the room to check up on you and smiles at your sleeping state. You look so small and quiet. You look completely different from when you’re awake. He keeps checking for a fever every now and then too because he knew you’ll get a fever at this state. Bomi and Hoseok keep sharing a sad smile when they see each other around the house. Your pain was causing them pain. They both knew how much it will affect you and it was worrying them out. How will you be able to cope with your routine now. How will you go back to the (Y/N) they knew 2 days ago.

“I’m worried for her, Hobi-ah.” Bomi says, leaning on the kitchen counter as Hoseok was cooking dinner. “She’ll act like she’s fine but she’s worse. She’s going through worse than what we actually went through. She doesn’t even show a complete percent of the pain she’s feeling.” “I know.” Hoseok nods, focusing on the steaming pan and the meat on it. “What we’re seeing right now isn’t even the beginning of what she feels.” Bomi wipes away a tear that was trickling down her face. “Hey, don’t cry. We’re here for her. We’ll help her get through it.” Hoseok turns and holds Bomi’s shoulder while looking into her eyes. He gives her a smile and pulls her into a hug. “We’ll make sure nothing happens to her. No matter how much she’ll push us away, we have to pull her two times more. Okay?” Bomi nods slowly, still worried. “I swear I’m going to attack Namjoon. No one saw this coming. Sly bastard.” Bomi says while breaking the hug as Hoseok goes back to the food. “I think there’s more to this. He can’t just break it up. You and I, we both saw how happy they were. We both saw the love and glow in his eyes every time they were together.” “People change. They fall in love so they can fall out of love too sometimes.” “That’s not true.” Bomi was about to protest but Hoseok interrupts by holding his finger up. “I’m not defending Namjoon. What I’m saying is, only people who choose to stop loving actually fall out of love. And in their case, I don’t think this is the case.” “You sound like you’re defending Namjoon here.” Bomi grits her teeth and clenches her jaw. “I’m not. You know how I feel about (Y/N), Bomi. And I still feel that way. I’m not depressed nor am I suffering. And I didn’t choose to stop loving her. If I wanted to, I would’ve.” “How long are you going to do this? Why didn’t you tell her?” “How could I?” Hoseok looks at the floor and smiles as he leans on the counter opposite to where Bomi was. “I saw the love in her eyes for Namjoon. I couldn’t confuse her and I couldn’t ruin Namjoon’s life. He’s already suffered and she’s already suffered. I couldn’t ruin their happiness because they saw something in each other. So I silently love her, but I never think of it the wrong way.” He lets out a sigh and looks away to the side. Thinking of you and everything about you. “Seeing her happy made me happy and that’s all I wanted. To see her smile. Whether it was with me or someone else. I’ll just wait for that someone who makes me feel this way towards them. (Y/N) means a lot to me, her happiness, her health. She means a lot and if I have to be there for as a friend then I will. If I confessed my feelings, she would’ve felt awkward because she doesn’t see me like a man but at least I’m her best friend.” Bomi was staring at Hoseok with empathy and pity. Hoseok laughs and shakes his head. “I’m fine. Trust me. I’ll take her as any way I have to. As a friend or more. At least I’ll have her.” He was right. You did mean a lot to him and he didn’t want to ruin it. He loved you silently. It was joyous in its own way, even though at times it would get painful. If he had to love you on his own, he will do it. And if he had to confess, he would. But right now, your happiness and good health was his first priority. He loved you as a friend and more and it was for him to deal with. Bomi pouts her lips and walks over to pull Hoseok into a tight hug. He starts laughing out at her actions and then hugs her back. “I hope you find someone too.” She says in a low, sad voice. She was obviously sad at his situation. “Okay. Okay. Stop being so cheesy.” They both laugh and then go back to doing their own thing.

Hoseok sets the table with Bomi’s help then he goes to wake you up. It was already 8pm so he had to wake you up and make sure you eat. He walks into the room and hears a phone ring outside. Bomi runs towards the ringing phone and freezes at the caller ID. She clenches her jaw and inhales to keep herself together. She walks over towards your bedroom door and closes it before accepting the call.

“What?” She asks in a stern tone. “Where is she?” “Why do you care?” “Bomi, give the goddamn phone to (Y/N). Now.” “No, Namjoon. No. You’ve caused enough damage to her small, innocent heart. Do you even have any idea what she went through in only 2 days? And you don’t get to be angry or curse at me or her. You ruined her. You fucking destroyed her. She’ll want to talk to you obviously but what will you say to her?” “Bomi, listen to me. I need to talk-” “And say what to her?” Bomi interrupts Namjoon and scoffs. She was right. What will he even say to you. “That you’re sorry? That you had to do it? Why didn’t you give her a full explanation before? Why did you do this, Namjoon?” Bomi lets out a small cry and then sighs. She rubs her forehead and takes a deep breath. “Why did you hurt her this way?” Namjoon was silent on the other side. He didn’t want to answer any of this. Instead of explaining himself, his anger, guilt, and pain takes over and makes it worse. He sighs on the other side. “Sorry I called. I just wanted to know if she’s okay or not. I guess she’s not.”

As Namjoon hangs up, Bomi scoffs and throws her phone on the couch out of anger and frustration. Her hands run through her short, lilac hair and she lets out a loud sigh as she inhales and exhales to calm herself down. She turns around to see Hoseok staring at her. She shakes her head and he gestures her to stay calm and makes her sit at the table to eat. He whispers that you’re awake so Bomi starts to act normal. You walk out of your bedroom and have a dull and sleepy face. You look around and see the food on the table. Even though it was mostly your favorite dishes, you had no appetite. You look at Bomi and Hoseok sitting and waiting for you so you take a deep breath and try to control yourself. You give them a smile as you slowly sit down while looking at the food displayed.

“Who cooked it?” You ask in your dry, hoarse voice. “We did, half her, half me.” Hoseok says while taking your plate to put the food for you. “And you’re going to eat all the dishes.” “I can’t eat alone.” “We’ll help.” Bomi gives her cheeky smile while grabbing her food.

Hoseok puts your plate in front of you and demands you to finish it all even when you nag. He insists on feeding you again but you tell him you’ll do it. Hoseok and Bomi talk about random things while you slowly eat, being lost in your thoughts. Namjoon keeps coming back into your thoughts and the memories replay again and again in your head. It was killing you slowly. Your chest feels suffocated and heavy again. You feel that huge lump in your throat again. You look at your best friends and notice how hard they were trying to make it feel better, to make you feel better. It hurt you to see them worrying this much too. To see them worry for you. You silently vow to yourself to make it less visible. Not let them know so much for their own sake.

“Ya, eat this.” Namjoon’s hand comes closer to your mouth and he stops inches before your lips. You smile at his action and open your mouth to let him put the food into your mouth. You two were home, eating together after a long time since you were both busy with your university. He had to deal with his dad’s business and then he had to deal with the university midterms. He was already in his fourth year of university while you were still in the second year so things were more hectic for him at this point. You two spent the day outside then took food and decided to chill at the apartment you two had decided to get so it was your own place to spend time at. It was your own place where you’d live till you could, until Namjoon would be busy with his life again. He had the idea to get a place where you two could escape everything and be with each other, despite all the other special places you two had. “Did you add tomatoes in this?” You look at him with a disgusted face and he starts laughing, like he intended on doing it on purpose. You swallow the chewed up mess forcefully then look at him with an unamused face. “Ya! You know I don’t like them so why’d you add it.” You nag, causing him to give you his cute dimple smile that squeeze his eyes shut. Dropping your chopsticks, you get up with a sulky face, knowing he’ll follow. “Baby, I was just messing around. Come back.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you into a hug. His chest leaning on your back while his chin was supporting his head on your shoulder. You smile at his cuteness and look back at him to flick his forehead. He lets out a hiss as his hand shoots up to the area that was turning red. You make a run for it before he grabs you...

“Ya. What’s wrong?” Bomi asks you, making the memories playing retreat into the back of your head. You shake your head and say nothing then go back to eating. You feel Bomi’s and Hoseok’s eyes burn into your skin, they both knew what was happening. Obviously you would have the memories come back to you. They both look at each other with pity filled in their eyes, pity and worry for you. Hoseok mouths “it’s okay” to Bomi and they go back to eating again. “Should I go to my parents house this week?” You ask them, clearing your throat to push the lump back into your stomach. You couldn’t make them worry too much like this. They both look at you, eyes widen like they weren’t expecting you to speak. You stare at them, waiting for an answer and Hoseok breaks the awkward silence. “Do you want to?” He starts picking on his food, without looking at you. You curse yourself in your head for being so awkward all of a sudden. “I don’t know. I think I should.” “Don’t.” Bomi says, making you and Hoseok stare at her with a confused look. “Why not?” You ask her, putting your utensils on the plate. You already knew what she was going to say but you had to hear it from her. “Do you not know your parents? The first thing they’ll ask is about Namjoon and I’m sure you won’t be coming back here for a long time once they find out what happened. Plus, do you really think you can face them at this time?” “Bomi, I think you-” “What? I’m not wrong here.” Bomi interrupts Hoseok’s attempt to make her stop. She looks at him then back at your frozen expression. She is right. Your parents wouldn’t let you out of their sight if they see you like this and you couldn’t make them worry about you over this. Even if they saw it on the news, you had to stay normal for them. “Am I wrong?”

You shake your head and let out a sigh as you start picking on your food. Everything that has happened, happened so quickly that you were now lost even though it’s been 2 days only. It was more painful since you had seen Namjoon change into someone you didn’t know anymore. It all tear you apart after seeing the news right on the next day. Bomi was right. You didn’t have the strength to face your parents. You didn’t have the strength to be okay with his mention. Hoseok asks you about what you were going to do tonight and you just shrug silently. You weren’t in the mood to do anything. How could you. Every second was killing you. Every second was making you realize that this is real, it’s all actually happening. You keep looking up at Bomi and Hoseok, sensing that something was wrong. They would change the subject every time they notice you sensing it. Hoseok suggests that you three spend the night together but you tell them you have some assignments for next class that you have to finish. You didn’t lie about the assignment but you lied about staying home so you could finish them up.

After you three finish up the dinner and clean up, you go into your room and drop on your bed. Everything was tiring you. Even breathing was getting hard. Staring at the ceiling, you hear whispers from the kitchen. At first you didn’t want to eavesdrop but your ears perk up at the mention of his name. You get up from the bed silently and walk on your toes to reach the wall next to the door. You lean against the wall and rest your head on the wall too.

“So? What did he say?” Hoseok whispers in a stern voice. “He said he wanted to talk to her.” Bomi whispers but then you hear a sniff. She must be crying. Your heart starts to ache all of a sudden as your chest feels cramped again. “I didn’t know what to tell him so I told him no. What else could I have done, Hoseok? If she hears his voice now, it’ll just ruin her more. I can’t let her go through what I’ve went through before. It sucks. It really sucks and she’s weaker than me, she’s still little in this.” You hear the sound of friction against a surface, it must be Bomi running her palm up and down her upper arm, she always does that when she’s worried. You close your eyes to stop the tears from coming. “He sounded so different. He didn’t sound like the Namjoon I knew and he obviously didn’t sound like the Namjoon (Y/N) tells me about. The words came out so sharply and hurtful.” She sniffs again and the sound of a tissue flying out of the box. Even listening to Bomi cry hurt you a lot. You weren’t mad at her for not giving you the phone, you knew she was trying to protect you. “I got mad at him and told him he doesn’t get to hurt her that way. He may know her completely but he still doesn’t know some stuff.” “Hey. Stop crying please. Try to be strong. If she sees you this way, it’ll hurt her even more. And what you did, it was good so please don’t blame it on yourself.” You hear two steps and then you hear deep sighs after Hoseok tells Bomi to come here. You wipe your tears, failing to make them stop. “It’s going to be alright. And I will ask him what the fuck is going on. I have to. So you and (Y/N) please don’t worry too much. I’m here for you guys, okay?”

You give up on the eavesdropping and walk into the bathroom. Staring at your reflection in the mirror above the sink, you see how emotionless you looked. Emotionless yet full of emotions. You notice your eyes turning red and your nose building up the redness on the tip too. You put down hands around the edge of the sink and take deep breaths in attempt to calm the thoughts forming in your head. How could he do this? Did he do it for a reason just how Hoseok says or did he do it just because he didn’t feel the same? How is it so easy for him? Was it me? You look back at your reflection and feel the insecurities rise up inside you. Running your hands through your hair, you close your eyes and take a deep breath as the grip on your hair tightens. You feel a panic attack creeping it’s way up to your skin too but it all stops when you hear a knock.

“(Y/N)?” It was Hoseok. “Yeah?” You answer back, not wanting him to worry. “I’ll be leaving now okay? But I’m coming back first thing in the morning okay.” “Wait. Just a second.” You say and quickly wipe your face with shaky hands. You were desperate for something at this moment and you wanted him to be there. You open the door, not caring how obvious it seemed that you cried just seconds ago. Hoseok looks at you with his eyebrows risen and his bottom lip hidden behind his upper teeth. You open your arms and go for an embrace. Hoseok holds you right the next second as your bodies are in contact. His arms wrap around your waist as you pull him closer from the shoulders, hiding your face at his neck. You hear him take a few deep breaths as he feels your tears trickle down his skin. “It’s okay.” He whispers into your ear and rests his cheeks against your soft hair. The grip on your waist tightens as your body starts to shake a little. He was familiar with this feeling. He knew what you were going through. “Hey.” he says and waits for a response but you don’t respond so he speaks again. “Hey, do you want me to stay?” You nod slowly against his skin and sniff to allow yourself to breathe. Hoseok rubs his hand up and down your back in attempt of calming you down. “I’m here. Don’t worry.” He walks back, taking a step and waiting for you to take a step forward. Continuing the action, he stops when his calves touch your bed and turns around, picking you up to put you on the bed. You let go of his body and wipe your remaining tears away. Hoseok stares at you silently, his heart was hurting him to see you like this. He couldn’t deal with seeing you like this. A part of him was starting to hate Namjoon and he wanted to beat him up for doing this. You keep wiping away the tears while your eyes were fixed on his shirt that was in front of you. Even though you were feeling his stare dig into you, you couldn’t look at him. Hoseok traps your legs between his legs as he gets closer to pull you into another hug. As your head touches his chest, the first thing you hear is his heartbeat. You wouldn’t describe it as a normal rate, it sounded like it was faster. Your hair moves slightly as he speaks, his breath brushing against your hair since he was resting his head on top of yours. “Are you going to your classes tomorrow?” “Yeah, I have to.” You say in a husky voice while breaking the hug. “Will you be okay?” You look up at him and nod slowly. You won’t be okay for sure. You knew it and he knew it too. But you both also knew that staying at home wasn’t going to get you anywhere so you had to get away from the house every now and then. “I’ll come with you tomorrow.” “No, it’s fi-” “I’ll come, (Y/N). You can’t say no.” “What about your academy?” “I’ll delay the time. It’s fine.” You stare at him and notice the concern he had for you. But you still couldn’t block his path because yours was blocked. “Hobi. It’s really fine.” “You said you had assignments to finish? Let’s do them together.” He diverts the subject, not wanting to argue about it and turns around to walk towards the desk in the other corner of your room. You watch him going through your notes that were spread on your desk messily. You get up and walk towards him to start working. You weren’t in the right mood but you had to do it to keep him and Bomi from worrying.

You tell him about the assignment and start working together since he knew about the subject. Hoseok was taking the same major as you, Business Management, but he had taken some classes before you during summers. He wanted to finish early since he graduated from highschool late too. He was in his third year while you and Bomi were in the your second year even though you three graduated together. You two decide to sit on the floor and do it together. You keep noticing Hoseok’s eyes turn to you as he watches you work. You didn’t know what he was thinking, you did see concern for you and sadness but there was something else that you couldn’t tell. Every time you two shared eye contact, he breaks it off by smiling at you then would tell you more things related to the assignment. After an hour or so, you were done with the assignment, thanks to Hoseok, and you lean onto to the bed behind you, letting out a sigh while running your hand through your hair. All of these things going on was making your head want to explode. You watch Hoseok pick up the coffee mugs that you two drank from earlier while working. He leaves the room and comes back to start picking up the mess of the papers on the floor but you stop him, telling him that you’ll do it. You organize the papers and put them on top of your closed laptop but as you’re about to get up, Hoseok snatches the things from your hand and puts them on the desk for you. You whisper a thank you and he grabs your hand, taking you to bed.

“It’s 11pm. You have to rest.” He says while climbing your bed and pulling you in with him. It was normal for Hoseok to be cuddly with you or Bomi, you two would hug him or share cuddles or kisses on cheeks or foreheads. It was normal for you but little did you know that Hoseok’s heart would jump more and more each time it happened with you. It takes guts for him to able to do it without being awkward. He leans his back against the wall while you climb in too, pulling the blanket to cover both of your bodies. Hoseok watches you silently and smiles as your head touches the pillow. He lifts up his arm to support his head on the palm while he plays with your hair with the other hand. Whispering a goodnight to you, he tells you to close your eyes.

Hoseok watches you sleep, still in the same position. A little higher than where your head was, his hand that was holding his head was turning numb but he didn’t care. He couldn’t take his eyes off of your sleeping state. You looked so innocent and well while sleeping, not knowing anything nor feeling any pain. His heart was aching him after seeing you in the state earlier, the way you sobbed into his shirt. It was hard, especially for you. Tears trickle down his face as he thinks about how you’ll deal with this. You weren’t as strong as you acted like. And seeing you suffer, it made his heart rip into pieces.

“How will you deal with this, (Y/N)?” Whispering the question to you, he knew you weren’t going to answer back but he wasn’t looking for an answer from you. He just wanted to look for ways on how he could make it better for you. He moves forward, hovering over you a little to reach the phone on the table. Picking it up, he looks at time; 12.30am. As he tries to go back into the comfortable position, he hisses silently as he feels you move a little, afraid that he woke you up. Instead his heart skips several beats as he feels your soft, tiny hands grab a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer to your warm body. He awkwardly scoots closer too while wrapping his hand around your waist to hold you in place. Once he makes sure you’re still asleep, he leans in closer and whispers something he can never say to your conscious self.

“I love you.” He says before closing his eyes and praying for good times to come as quickly as possible.

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A/N - This part is basically just the reactions of the characters and a sneak of what might happen. A lot more is to come in this story so look forward to it. And I would like to sincerely thank everyone that showed so much love and support to the first part and also to my other stories. Really appreciate it all!!

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jeonverselol · 3 years ago

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can bts put on some fucking clothes !!! sheesh this new era is too much with too little clothes .... i might just die when it’s jungkook’s turn

#bts #bts fics #bts smut #bts scenarios #bangtan boys #bangtan #jin #jhope #v #taehyung #jungkook #jimin #rm #rapmon #namjoon #bts scenario #bts fic

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bangtan-babe · 7 years ago

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Letting Go [part 1]

-----“What if we were soulmates who just met at the wrong time?”-------

Characters: Namjoon x reader/ Jimin x reader Summary: As a doctor you’re never supposed to get emotionally attached to your patients but you find yourself unable to forget Namjoon. Length: 4k Genre: Angst/ Fluff

part 1. part 2. part 3 (final)

“Doc,” he called out nonchalantly from his bed. A smug smile spread across his face when he sensed that you were uneasy. He thought that you were like all the others who were assigned to him. Someone who was meek and incapable of functioning with confidence around his presence. You spun around instantly at his call.

“Yes Namjoon?” you answered trying to hold back your annoyance at his clear attempt to make you feel inferior. He stared at you carefully for a few seconds making sure to eye your unbrushed hair and stained cotton shirt. Then he smiled as if nothing happened. “Never mind,” he grinned. But you knew already what he was going to say. His expression said everything. You could tell he wanted to say you’re disgusting, go wash up, how are you even a doctor, you should have chosen a different career.

In your head you thought fuck you Namjoon. But in reality, just one word came out. “Alright,” you stated hazily. You spun around and dug your hands into your lab coat pockets. “You stupid brat,” you muttered under your breath.

Suddenly you heard Namjoon’s voice. “What was that?” he asked questioning you in a patronizing manner. You sensed that there was an arrogant tone to his voice.

You looked back at him and forced a fake smile. “Oh nothing. Just don’t forget to take your medicine,” you lied.

He smirked slightly. “No promises.”

-|-

That was your first introduction to Kim Namjoon. Prior to being placed as his doctor, you heard rumors from other residents that he was completely egoistic and stuck up. No resident wanted to be assigned to him. Yet here you were: unlucky and with a throbbing headache. You walked over to the nurses station holding onto the temples of your head.

Nurse Seokjin saw your discomfort. “That bad huh?” he wondered. You had no energy to even speak so you shook your head in agreement. He let out a sigh, understanding your frustration. “How can one person be so annoying?” Seokjin questioned thinking about Namjoon’s character.

You placed the chart on the counter and collapsed your head alongside it. “Look on the bright side. If you can get through this, you can survive anything in this hospital,” Seokjin remarked.

You lifted your head and saw him giving you a reassuring smile. You were glad for his considerate words but you knew that your life was about to become torturous. “Thank you, but I think I have a better chance at winning the lottery than surviving this,” you complained. Due to your desperation, you thought about an alternate option. “Maybe I should just ask Doctor Park to take me off this case,” you wondered in agony.

Seokjin chuckled at your statement. “I think you have a better chance of actually winning that lottery,” he noted. You couldn’t help but laugh. He was definitely right. If Namjoon was a pain in the ass, then Jimin Park was an incurable infection.

“Speak of the Devil,” Seokjin muttered quickly as he pretended to file some papers. You instantly shot up. You prepared yourself for the yelling that would soon take place.

Your heart started beating faster as you heard his footsteps approach. “Resident Y/LN!” Dr. Park roared. “Get up and do your job!”

When you felt his presence beside you, you turned around slowly and made eye contact with him. “On it sir,” you assured him as you grabbed your notes and slid past. When you were a couple feet away you muttered quietly to yourself, “Please don’t call me back. Please..please”

But he did just that. “Hold on! I have new patients for you in the emergency room,” he announced handing you a piece of paper. Your eyebrow rose in confusion. You weren’t assigned to the emergency room, so it was strange that he was making you see patients in a different department.

“Sir..you assigned me to the Oncology department this morning. I don’t understand why-“ you began explaining.

But, Dr. Park interrupted you. “Listen, I don’t care where you were assigned this morning. But right now I need you to to take care of patients in the emergency department.” You batted your eyes and opened your mouth slightly to reason with him, but he continued on. “Are you not a doctor?? Do you just handle patients that you’re paid to take care of then?!" he questioned harshly.

You were taken aback by his assertiveness. Also, it slightly annoyed you that he assumed you were unwilling to do something out of selfishness and greed. You closed your eyes and sighed before you agreed to his request. “Okay, I’m going,” you stated as you turned on your heels. Suddenly, an urge came over you and you looked back at him. “Oh and please don’t question my abilities as a doctor. I don’t question your outrageous fashion decisions,” you pointed out eyeing his bright blue shirt and shoes. You quickly turned around and ran down the hall. You could hear him call out your name as you ran.

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You were examining an older woman’s arm, when Dr. Park crept up behind you. You leapt in surprise at his sudden appearance. You turned your head slightly looking at him with a disapproving glare.

“So what’s the final diagnosis?” he asked breathing down your neck.

You moved your body closer to the patients trying to avoid his presence. “Well, I think Mrs. Choi has slightly fractured her elbow. She’s going to have to wear a sling for a few weeks,” you answered while giving the patient a smile. You could sense that she was nervous. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine. It won’t hurt at all,” you assured her while placing your hand on her shoulder. While this interaction occurred, you swore that you saw Dr. Park let out a small smile. But you dismissed that thought quickly from your mind. There was no way the devil doctor had any sense of compassion.

When you were finished with Mrs. Choi, who was your last patient, you went upstairs to the locker room. You hadn’t changed your clothes in nearly 24 hours. Somehow you thought about Namjoon and the disapproving look he gave your appearance.

After you finished changing, you bumped into a broad figure on the way out. You rubbed your head and looked up. It was Dr. Park. Without saying anything, you maneuvered past Dr. Park who was still standing there. He quickly stepped in your way. You tried to move the opposite direction but he followed. “What is it Dr. Park?” you asked looking up at him. He didn’t say anything which you found strange. He was never at a loss for words. “Well…okay then,” you commented as you began to leave.

Suddenly he cleared his throat and spoke up. “I just wanted to say..good job. You know.. with that patient,” he tried to explain. He was clearly in pain by the compliment he just gave. Your jaw dropped. Did he just praise my skills? you thought. Your mind was blank because this was a situation you never expected. Dr. Park walked closer to you but you were completely in shock. You stood there speechless.

“Uh..hello? Earth to Y/N,” he said waving his hands in your front of your face.

Dr. Park’s words echoed in your mind until you returned to the present and answered him. “Did..did you just compliment me?” you questioned in awe.

You saw him roll his eyes at your curiosity. “Calm down. I said good job, not I’m going to give you my kidney,” he spat.

The vain, Dr. Park had returned. If he wasn’t a doctor you swore he could have pulled off being a model or CEO. Or both. He not only had the looks but his personality was an exact match. You were used to his bossy ways, but not the outbursts of kindness. “Well thanks for recognizing my superb skills,” you boasted. You saw his eyebrow quirk at your sudden sassiness.

He ran his hand through his perfectly sculpted brown hair, his expression becoming more serious. “Are you still on call?” he asked seeming to want to continue the conversation.

You nodded your head in agreement but slightly tilted it to the side wondering why he was asking. “You’re not going to give me more patients, are you?” you questioned nervously. He laughed at your discomfort. It was the first time you saw him smile. Somehow despite his cold personality, smiling suited him.

He shook his head and began talking. “No..I was just-“ he paused and looked down on the floor. You never saw him act like this before. “-I was wondering if you possibly wanted to go get dinner with me?” he blurted out.

If you were shocked beforehand you were completely dumbfounded. “You do realize it’s like 12 am, right?” you noted. You didn’t understand why he was being so nice towards you. Dr. Park looked down at his watch and turned red. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Dr. Park are.. are you asking me out?” you inquired raising an eyebrow.

He wouldn’t look you in the eye. “What?! No, of course not. I just thought you would be hungry and I wanted to reward you for the good job you did,” he explained trying to cover up his embarrassment.

But you knew that Dr. Park was trying to hide his true intentions. Intentions that you found completely abnormal since he was never nice towards residents. Yet you were also curious about him. The entire time you were at Seoul University Hospital he had made your life a living hell. So it was surprising that he had a complete change in attitude. You were intrigued and wanted to find out what his objective was. “Okay, I guess it can be a late late dinner,” you added.

His eyes lit up in astonishment. “Wait..really?” he questioned surprised that you had agreed. You nodded your head, “Well you’re probably gonna use your employee card which means it’s a free meal. And I love free food,” you emphasized.

For a second you saw his expression change and he looked disappointed. Then he quickly caught himself and became serious. “You should also eat because both of us know that your brain can use some energy,” he grinned, clearly knowing the effect his words would have.

You bit your tongue, stopping yourself from saying something that you would regret. “Let’s just get food Dr. Park. I have a patient I need to check on,” you explained gritting through your teeth.

“Of course, after you,” he said as he opened the way for you to cross.

-|-

It was a weird and awkward meal. Dr. Park went on and on about himself. He talked about his success in school and the scholarships he received in university. You sensed that he wanted to show off his accomplishments which bugged you immensely. You weren’t jealous of his success, but it seemed like he wasn’t humble at all.

Most of the time you just nodded your head to be polite and ate the food he got for you. After you finished, he followed you back to the hospital. When you entered the lobby you were worried that your co-workers would see you with him. Thankfully no one noticed that you two were together.

“Well, thanks for the food Dr. Park. I should head up now and check on my patients,” you pointed out as you stood next to the elevators. He said you’re welcome and walked the opposite way. What the hell was that? Why the hell did you agree to have dinner with him? You hit yourself on the head for your foolishness. The elevator door opened up at the oncology department. You started to walk out when you suddenly bumped into a wide chest. “Not again,” you mumbled rubbing your head due to the impact.

The rough voice spoke, “Again? When did we run into each other?” he wondered. As you lifted your head you saw it was Namjoon. You were caught off guard and backed away in surprise. “Nothing just thought it was someone I met before,” you began explaining but then stopped yourself realizing you didn’t owe him an explanation. You quickly changed the subject and questioned Namjoon why he was up.

Namjoon looked annoyed after you questioned him. “I can’t even move on my own now,” he replied.

“You could have gotten hurt,” you pointed out trying to explain how dangerous it was.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and pushed you to the side as he made his way into the elevator. “Doc, I know I have cancer but come on.. can’t a guy just live,” he stated rather nonchalantly.

You didn’t respond for a second thinking about what he said. “Where are you even going?” you asked.

“They didn’t have the candy I wanted at this vending machine so I’m going to the lobby,” he explained.

Your eyes turned bloodshot. “You risked your health for some candy?!” you boomed stepping into the elevator as well. He leaned against the railing on the side folding his arms across his chest and eyeing you. “Can you stop doing that!” you added noticing his stare.

He laughed at your annoyance. “What? I’m not doing anything,” he mentioned smirking.

You scoffed. “To hell you’re not,” you snapped.

He stood up and walked closer to you. “Doc, I think you could use some candy. It’ll ease that stress you have,” he remarked teasing your noticeable anger. Suddenly the doors closed and Namjoon stood there grinning. “Don’t worry..I’ll pay for you. I’m a gentleman,” he assured.

-|-

“So what candy do you want?” he asked while looking at the vending machine completely mesmerized. You folded your arms furiously but decided on an item anyways. “Uh that one,” you said pointing to the Kit Kat. He spun his head around and you locked eyes. As you looked into his deep brown eyes, it made you freeze up. “Doc…” Namjoon stated coyly. You quirked an eyebrow, curious by his tone “Yeah?”

“That’s my favorite!” he boasted proudly.

You let out a sigh and closed your eyes. “Great, wonderful, awesome, now can you just get the candy so we can go back upstairs. You’re supposed to be attached to your fluids,” you began explaining. But Namjoon had already turned his attention back to the vending machine. When he finally got the candy you both walked up to the elevators. As you were waiting for the doors to open you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and recognized it was Dr. Park. “You forgot your bag,” he said pulling it out from behind him.

Surprised to see him there, you mentioned that he could have given it to you tomorrow. “It’s okay. I thought you would need it now,” Dr. Park noted. Again you wondered why he was being nice to you.

You completely forgot that Namjoon was standing next to you until you saw him extend his arm out. “Hello, I’m Namjoon. Y/N’s patient,” he interjected. You noticed that he called you by your first name which sounded strange at first but somehow felt appropriate once it lingered in your mind. But you glared at Namjoon nonetheless. Ironically you were saved by the bell once the elevator doors opened up. “Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” you told Dr. Park. He nodded his head and you hurried inside.

The atmosphere in the elevator had become so awkward that it seemed like the 14th floor was millions of miles away. “So he’s the one you thought you ran into again,” Namjoon said aloud. You turned your head towards him as the light on the screen read Floor 7.

“Boyfriend?” he added curiously.

Your eyes almost popped out of your head. “What?? He’s my boss! That would be weird,” you answered. You weren’t sure why you were explaining to a patient your relationship with someone else. Namjoon walked next to you looking at his hazy reflection on the closed doors. “I’ve seen weirder things,” he mentioned nonchalantly. “But that’s good to know,” he added. Your heart tensed up at those words. Despite the hot air blowing through the vent, you could feel a million goosebumps erupt on your skin.

Somehow the way Namjoon spoke left you feeling captivated and wanting more of. “What weird things?” you inquired completing ignoring his last statement. The elevator door dinged and you saw Floor 14 flash on the screen. “Next time Doc,” he smiled. This time his smile seemed genuine. He wasn’t being his normal arrogant and obnoxious self.

-|-

Throughout the next couple of weeks you saw Namjoon about twice a day. Since he was part of inpatient care, he barely left the hospital. That 4 by 4 room became his new home. At first you would go in and make sure his vitals were okay. You would give him his medicine and send him to his chemotherapy sessions. Your actions were that of a doctor. But, somewhere during that time, you found yourself more emotionally invested. When he would come back from chemo feeling weak and exhausted, it pained you to see him broken. Yet, the next day he would be back to his normal self. This usually consisted of trying to make you come to his room for random requests every five minutes. When you didn’t, he would make some remark about how this hospital sucked and if he was the owner he would make it better. At these statements, your feelings about him changed instantly. He no longer seemed vulnerable to you. Despite his cancer, he was still an asshole. There was no denying that.

You were walking past the nurses station, when Nurse Seokjin ran up to you. “He wants to see you,” he sighed clearly annoyed.

“I need to go get ready for a surgery,” you explained to Seokjin trying to move out of the way. You really didn’t have time to deal with his banter. But Seokjin wouldn’t let you move past. “He’s been ringing that goddam bell for the last hour. If he rings it one more time...I don’t care if he’s terminally ill I will shove it up his-” You put your hand up and stopped him from talking.

“Alright, Alright let me see what he wants,” you mentioned giving in to his request. You walked into Namjoon’s room as he was shuffling through the channels on his tv.

“Well it’s about time,” he stated when he saw that you opened the door. “What do you want Namjoon?” you asked annoyed by his childish act. He shut off the tv and shifted his body up on the bed.

“Doc, why do you have to be so mean to me?” he pouted.

“I have my reasons,” you said faking a smile. Your pager buzzed inside of your pocket and your eyes widened at the message. Dr. Park was going to cut off your head if you didn’t get to the operation room in five minutes. “Listen I’d love to chat with you but I have a surgery I need to get to,” you explained frantically turning around.

“Wait!” Namjoon called out before you opened the door. You looked back at him. “Can you get me some candy when you’re done?” he added grinning.

“Bye Namjoon,” you hissed through your teeth.

After you left his room you ran to the operating room. An intern was at the door waiting for you to arrive. “He’s boiling,” the young medical student said. While running and taking off your lab coat you prepared yourself for Jimin Park’s wrath. Deep down inside you hoped he remembered that weird but nice dinner you had so he wouldn’t cut off your head. “Just let him know I’m here,” you said to the intern. She nodded her head and left the preparation room where you were cleaning your arms and changing into the proper attire. As you were scrubbing your hands with the disinfectant, the double doors that led into the operating room swung open. Dr. Park was standing there eyeing you coldly.

“Are you fucking crazy?” he spat. You refused to look him in the eyes and kept scrubbing at your hands. “I had to see a patient of mine,” you stated nonchalantly trying not to anger him anymore.

“I don’t care if you had to see the Pope. This is a major surgery and I expected you to be here on time,” Dr. Park said.

You looked up at the clock. “I’m not late yet. I still have two minutes,” you pointed. Dr. Park seemed stunned but didn’t get angry after that remark.

“You’ve got 30 seconds to get into the room,” he mentioned before leaving and entering the designated area. After he was gone your head collapsed and you let out a deep sigh. While he was talking you were anxious the entire time. It was as if you were preparing for a tornado to hit and rip everything apart. Thankfully, the tornado never came and you felt relieved that Dr. Park didn’t get any more angrier. But at the same time you were also confused because it was unlike him.

Once the surgery was done you went back upstairs. You tiptoed in the hall, across from Namjoon’s room, praying he didn’t see you. You felt uncomfortable around him. Part of you disliked the way he spoke to you but another was also intrigued. Despite your attempt to hide from his view, he saw you. You instantly froze when he called out your name. Before you entered his room, you let out a sigh and prepared yourself mentally.

In the best fake voice you could master you replied to his call. “What do you need Namjoon?” you asked forcing a smile.

“What took you so long?” he scoffed pretending to look at his watch.

“Oh I don’t know? Just trying to save a life I guess,” you said sarcastically.

Completely ignoring what you said, he eyed your hands in search of something “Where’s my candy?” he questioned.

You clenched your jaw tightly already beginning to get annoyed. “You can’t have candy now because you just took your medicine. Did you want something else?” you added. He looked up pretending to think about something. “Well..I need to shower. I was thinking-” he smirked.

You stopped him realizing what he was saying. “Namjoon, your feet work just fine,” you stated. Out of the most inappropriate things that had come out of his mouth, this by far was the most excessive. After all you were his doctor.

He let out a whine like a baby would. “Doc, you’re no fun. Can’t you just play along c’mon.”

Now you were beginning to get mad. This was your job, you didn’t have time for fun or games. He was your patient and that was a boundary that you wanted to respect. You stepped closer to him with your arms folded across your chest. “I’m not here to fucking play. I haven’t slept in nearly 15 hours. My eyelids are about to collapse. I’ve had one granola bar and six cups of coffee. So if you think I have time to play your little games please don’t bother trying,” you hissed as each word came out of your mouth. You didn’t know where the sudden burst of confidence came from but you weren’t about to let someone take advantage of you and your time, even if he was your patient. Namjoon eyed you intently which made you uncomfortable but you dismissed that thought.

“What?” you questioned unsure why he wasn’t responding.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he finally answered which shocked you.

“I’m not upset,”you said trying to defend your behavior. Partially because you didn’t want him to hold this against you in the future.

“I think you’re upset,” he added. You shook your head to suggest you weren’t.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Okay you know what? I’m not sorry. Yeah I’m an asshole sometimes, but I think I have a right,” Namjoon admitted.

Now you were upset. “You think it’s okay to be an asshole?” you questioned furiously.

“Well yeah, it’s my last chance before I die,” Namjoon mentioned casually.

You were a bit taken aback by his nonchalant attitude about his illness. “Dying does not give you an excuse to be a dick,” you uttered.

He laughed at your remark. You quirked an eyebrow at his reaction. “I think dying is a good excuse for just about anything. It’s the only perk I have in this situation,” he replied truthfully.

You scoffed at his inability to be remorseful. “You’re unbelievable.”

Namjoon gave you a grin and spoke up, “Yeah, so are you doc.” He added a smile at the end that seemed genuine. But you assumed it was his way of teasing you.

Suddenly, Namjoon got up from his bed and maneuvered his way toward you. You backed up but stood still when you saw his eyes were dark. As he got closer and his face became clearer, you realized he was completely pale. Your instincts took over and you grabbed his arms. They were ice cold. “Namjoon, are you okay?” you said holding onto both of his shoulders.

“Never been better,” he muttered as he looked down at you smiling, the same smile he gave you a few seconds ago. All of a sudden his six feet body collapsed on your frame and you almost fell over. Luckily you were able to grab onto the IV stand which supported your back. “I need some help!” you screamed out.

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