#rm kindergarten

[runningmanoutofcontext]

[lunarw0rks]

professor!price 🫦…you gotta write something about this now that you’ve mentioned it omg I’m a sucker for prof!price gosh

anyway I love your work/writings !! they’re freaking amazing💆🏻‍♀️

a/n: this was supposed to be a full fic, but i physically could not finish it for months. but rather than deleting all this work entirely, i decided i would release what i had! just to give you guys something. i hope these mere crumbs are sufficient as a kind of soft launch back into this blog...

─── ꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ PRICE MASTERLIST ꒦꒷

PROFESSOR!PRICE

synopsis: you catch the eye of your supportive, but firm literature professor. warning(s): SFW, BUT 18+ MDNI, professor/student dynamics, hint of dom!price, fem!reader, no use of y/n, not edited

Just your luck, being late on the first day of the semester.

It truly wasn't your fault. Your schedule was in shambles, and you had the administration to thank for that. Not to mention, your literature course was in an entirely different building; one you had yet to step foot in earlier in the year.

It was like starting kindergarten; eyes wide with nerves, knees trembling, searching for the correct classroom with a crumbled schedule in your hands.

Only today, those hands were grown and holding your phone screen, examining the digital schedule you'd been sent after the ordeal at the scheduling office. Still, that same troubled look in your eyes, no matter how far you'd advanced into adulthood.

But it wasn't a colorful large print displaying the three-digit class number like it had been when you were small.

It was a bland monospace font displaying your next stop;

┃ Classic Literature - Prof. John Price, Rm 1026

You were late by a few minutes, not an entirely catastrophic start to your first day, was it?

Internally, you were crossing your fingers that this professor wouldn’t be a complete hardass. That would be the taunting cherry on top of an already stressful mid-morning.

From behind the door, you could hear the gentle drone of what you assumed to be the professor's voice.

Gruff and sophisticated — that much you could tell before walking in.

"The syllabus is available—" his introductory speech interrupted when you opened the door slowly, causing an echo through the classroom when the hinges ground. His eyes met yours, staying on you as you shuffled along, for too long.

He broke himself out quickly, continuing on, "—available online or on the table beside the door. Paper or digital, it's your decision. Study it, learn it, and follow it."

Your new professor is intensely intimidating, despite not being outwardly threatening. Perhaps it was his aplomb when he spoke to the class, or maybe it was the gaze bordering on a glare he gave you.

Following, you made even more of an effort to blend in with the rest of the class. To sink lower into your seat, keep any and all attention on him, as if to undo the unfortunate first impression.

It was hard to focus, and not because of his teaching.

The following week, you made your best attempts to keep up. He wasn't assigning too much work or especially rude to the students. His gentle intimidation made it troublesome, despite not speaking one word to you yet.

There you were again.

Watching intently as he spoke in that soothing voice. White button down, or sometimes gray, exposing just a bit of his chest. Wispy dirty blonde hairs, just barely poking through, more so when he'd lean down to change his presentation slides.

Shit. He'd announced a test you had spaced completely, when you were too occupied with your other courses.

He reaches into a folder and holds it up. "This assessment is on paper. I want you all to do your very best; think back to the material we read in Chapter twenty-three."

23? What material? You were completely fucked, with not even a half-chance at earning a grade passing on this. You hear the rustling of paper, and then see all your seatmates passing the packets. With a widened expression, you shuffle the stack to the next person over, finally taking a gander at the paper below you.

Minutes passed, spent either chewing on your pencil or doing your best at bullshitting answer; analyzing a literature piece you hadn’t read a word of. He knew it, too. A sharp gaze whenever you’d happen to look up, jolting you back into fake focus.

This was bad, and you were running out of ways to define the feeling.

You weren’t even sure fucked would suffice.

Twenty-three percent — etched on the top of the exam. Surely, the only reason there was any sum at all was because you spelled your name correctly and scribbled the date.

It might as well have been a zero.

Beside the humiliating score, SEE ME was bolded in red ink, as if he’d murdered a sharpie to emphasize his disappointment. Fortunately, you snagged the graded paper exams from a box outside the room, saving you the heat of looking into his eyes.

Now, the real nail-bitter was going in to see him after hours. By no means was he an intimidator, nor callous, but he had power. The authority to tarnish your transcript forever. Whether he would or wouldn’t isn’t important — that scenario is still startling.

At least you had yourself to thank for not being careless in class; those students that huff or mutter curses when addressed directly. He always noticed their snide attitudes, whether they knew it or not.

But you weren’t them; you were attentive and reserved during his lectures, no matter how under stimulating their contents were. Though, the professor had a way of making anything feel profound or educative.

That’s what you told yourself when you knocked on the door. After hours, nothing but a dim light through the frosted glass next to the door. “Come in.” His gruff voice muffled back.

The cold metal fo the doorknob did little to soothe your nerves. Neither did the sight of him — and only him. No other students here to sort out a grade? Not a slacker begging for extra credit? A fellow teacher making boring small talk?

None of the above.

It's only you shuffling inside awkwardly and him at his desk. A small reading lamp illuminated only his workspace and not much more, leaving the rest of the lecture hall pitch black. He's writing fast with a fancy pen, one that's surely worth a pretty penny. When you've failed to make the first move, he glances up with a scowl.

Price curls his finger into a 'come here' motion, earning a gulp from you. You'd swear that bricks were tied to your ankles, and it was any wonder you didn't stumble the closer you got.

As if failing an exam wasn't humiliating enough; now you were alone with the stern professor behind the mark.

You trekked closer to the large desk, peering at the copy of your failed exam he brought forward. As if you needed another reminder. He brought out a felt tip pen as red as blood.

“Want you to be honest with me, save us the grief. Did you study for this exam?” Price asked, followed by an stone expression.

For a moment, you thought about lying. Muttering some pathetic yes and hoping for the best. Until you kept looking at him, how his stillness made you gulp and rethink.

“No, sir.” You sigh, suddenly having a parched throat.

For a moment, he went still — as firm as the glances he always through your way. When you were tempted to wave a hand in his face, he composed himself again, straightening and adjusting himself in his desk chair.

As if ignoring you, he resumed grading the assignments neatly stacked in front of him. Every glide of the crimson tip against the milky paper struck a nerve in you. You leaned on a hip in impatience, clearing your throat softly to regain his attention. After all — he was the one who called you here, wasn’t he? And now he’s treating you like you’ve faded out of existence.

You balled your fists, digging your nails into your palms to gather courage.

“Is there something I can do about this score? Or have you called me in here for no reason? Sir?” You’ll be the first to admit that the words came out brattier than intended.

But, to you, they were justified. And you most definitely didn’t want to spend the rest of the semester despising one of your professors.

His head raised slowly, placing the pen down at a slow speed. Leaning back with his legs spread, his hand dropped to his inner thigh. “Adding Sir won’t make this any easier on me you, darling.”

You got the attention you wanted. But not in the way you expected. At all.

As if breaking a record for speed, you were flush and shifting around awkwardly, unable to spit out a rebuttal. Who could? Especially when your opponent had the power to frame an expulsion, or flunk you purposefully. However, Professor Price wasn’t the malicious type — and that made this so much worse.

It was all genuine. Those glances, the stern tone, his want — no, need — to want better for you. Even if the methods were the definition of questionable.

“Don’t act meek around me. What is it you’re trying to say?” He inquired nonchalantly, blinking as he waited patiently for you to catch your breath. But you never did; you remained utterly stunned.

After what seemed like forever, but was really only a few seconds, John realized that this meet was going nowhere. Clearly, being direct was the only way to get through to someone as clueless as you.

His tone is firmer whilst assuming a lower volume — as if afraid someone would hear. But he wasn't. If there was the slightest chance of getting caught, he would've directed you to an extra credit sheet and sent you on your way.

Price curled his fingers. "C'mere."

⊹。°˖➴ SECOND NOTE: should i release more of my forgotten WIPs? | divider cred. - cafekitsune ༉‧₊˚.

[doux-amer]

What a clásico! One for the books, a hugely memorable first clásico for Hansi Flick, and one of the most joyous and dominant I've seen from Barça in years. I love that they were hyping up Jude and Mbappé, and we beat RM at the Bernabeu 4-0 with the youngest player in clásico history scoring and one of the youngest Barça sides to ever play. LMAO IMAGINE BEING THRASHED LIKE THIS AT HOME BY KINDERGARTEN FC.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP, did you see whole pedo anime drama with Taeyong, Soobin, Minho and Woozi? Made in Abyss anime. I’m not sure what to think. I’ve heard of the anime before said in a good light so I don’t think it’s that bad, if it was so bad why would many idols be talking about it openly? Why were people saying they’re pedos and will boycott the groups? I’m kind of scared by how quickly the scandal spread though. Is that normal?

***

It was Mingi, not Minho. Just FYI.

I’ve actually watched the Made in Abyss anime to season 2. I liked it but only in a ‘meh’ way. I mean, I can see why it won Anime of the Year award in 2018, but I found the pacing of the story, off. The mangaka is a freak and probably should be arrested by now, but his most blatant fetishes don’t show up in the anime. If you had no idea who the author is, you wouldn’t think MIA is any worse than Tokyo Ghoul or the Promised Neverland.

The manga’s a different story. But I don’t think it’s a surprise to anybody (except his akgaes) that Taeyong can be into weird shit. The people who refuse to support him here are within their rights. Whatever feelings anyone has is valid, etc. I don’t hate him for it though. I’m able to consume very problematic art and not profit it or be corrupted by it. So why would I hate him when it’s possible that can be true for him too? I mean, it could also be true that he’s a genuine freak and a danger to society, but I haven’t seen anything that conclusively tells me that yet.

Anyway, the way the scandal spread was unusually fast. It reminds me about when Min Heejin’s ig pictures scandal happened. The reason this current scandal spread so fast is because:

1. It was salacious. Nothing is more disgusting than a pedophile. Slapping that label on any idol is going to get messy, very quickly.

2. It was for mostly HYBE artists. K-pop stans don’t like HYBE groups. They give their reasons: ARMYs this, BTS that, vocals this, whatever, but the fact is k-pop stans are influenced by a lot of bias reinforced by literal decades of politics. HYBE groups are the new kids on the block, trying to act better than everybody else, and their stans are overconfident. What makes you think people will just accept that as the status quo? This is kindergarten-level playground politics. Look at how Sakura, Garam, and Eunchae are treated, how the entirety of NewJeans is suddenly the poster child for an industry norm, how Enhypen are vilified as bullies for jokes that every group has done from SHINee to BTS to NCT to Stray Kids to Ateez for years, how TXT’s worst scandal is their leader watching one of the most acclaimed and popular animes globally, how RM’s scandals this year have been nearly entirely bogus. Jimin’s too. And so on.

Also, it’s interesting that this particular scandal for Soobin was linked to (RIIZE) Seunghan’s scandal prior to SM putting him on hiatus. Whatever the reason, it certainly helped shift conversation away from the new allegations on Seunghan, or at least distract some. I remember seeing people make twitter spaces, wonder out loud why k-netz are hating Seunghan when idols reading pedo material are right there! But lol anyway.

It’s fine if you find that stuff deplorable and want to boycott etc, but I also think it’s fine if people don’t really give a shit.

[bts-ify]

get to know me 💫 - thank you Rid @taegularities for tagging me 🧡, ah i'm doing them both at once so it's veeeery long i'm sorry

Name: C (anonymity is fun isn’t it)

Sign: gemini sun and moon, scorpio rising

Height: 169 cm so 5'6"- 5'7" i think

Time: 1:54 PM CET (RID I KNEW WE ARE CLOSE)

Birthday: june 5th

Fav Band/Artist: bts obviously but i listen to a looooot of different music, so also harry styles, bon iver, kortez and many more

Last Movie: jung_e

Last Show: full one - alice in borderland

When I Created this Blog: november 2021

What I Post: almost nothing now 😂 i reblog mostly from various creators bc they're talented af

Other Blogs: a main/personal, it's over 11 years old, my baby 🥹

Do I get asks: not really, i'm not that active and not a creator

Followers: a small handfull 🧡

Avg hours of sleep: around 8

Instrument: i've got an ukulele but i only know how to play the moon song :')

Dream job: barista and caffe owner, i'm a dietitian but i'm dropping it to learn and become a barista 🥹 used to dream about being a writer as a side job tho

Dream trip: to a bts concert ��

Fav songs: right now it's wab the eternal, formula by labrinth, starboy by the weeknd and the way i are by timbaland

3 Ships: i don't have them anymore... but i loved Rid's caroline forbes x klaus mikaelson too so i'll stick to it

First Ship Ever: okayyy this goes way back and it's adam lambert x tommy joe ratliff

Last Song: change pt.2 RM 🧡

Currently Reading: @taegularities for fanfics (i'm planning to sit down with candles&flames) but for books it's the housekeeper and the professor by yoko ogawa

Currently Watching: the last of us

Currently Consuming: anything that keeps me calm, i'm stressed af

Currently Craving: peace and routine 😭

Are you named after anyone? yess it's funny, both my names are after 2 girls from my sister's group in kindergarten, the prettiest one and the smartest one 😂

When was the last time you cried? just before this post, watching ep3 of the last of us, tears guaranteed

Do you have kids? nope and i'm not sure if i want them for a lot of reasons 

Do you use sarcasm? of course not, why would i, why would anyone

What’s the first thing you notice about people? in their appearance - eyes and smile, hair too; in character - if they listen to you and ask you questions, if they're calm or aggressive and if they're open-minded

What’s your eye colour? steely blue, like blue but with darker gray

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings for sure, too traumatized to scare myself for fun

Any special talents? i'm good at making places feel like home? idk... i'm one of those that become easily good at most of the things they try, but it's probably my neurodivergence 

What are your hobbies? i started sewing and i rlly enjoy it, writing and creating stories and everything coffee-related

Where were you born? 🇵🇱 

Do you have any pets? cats living with my parents (Nala, the love of my life 😿) and now one completely black cat that's my sister's

What sports do you play/have played? used to do swimming, voleyball, martial arts but now.. i just enjoy walking

Favourite subject in school? none? but i miss maths, IT and english tbh

THAT'S IT, the most i've shared on the internet 💀 i deleted the ones that doubled

and i'm tagging jans @parkjiminxfloorpt2 because it's been sooo long and i miss her and doing this 🧡😭

[xx-psych0-rabbit-xx]

the kindergarten invader zim kinnie to adult rm renfield kinnie pipeline

[hanniesbread]

'kay so I heard that venting can help you feel better so here's my story:

Well my mother didn't have cute beautiful life either, in my first years she didn't really knew how to be a mom. Luckily (rather not) I'm the youngest one so mom wasn't that bad with me but was she good? Idk. My father was abusive.. Don't wanna talk 'bout it, I don't remember anything. My grandparents from my mom's side (especially grandma) were toxic, but I was a child, how could I know? My granny was an inspiration, I loved her for whatever she was doing. Now that I know who she really was.. I just can't seem to trust anyone who's good to me. It feels like they will betray in the end.

Anyway, when I was in kindergarten no one actually wanted to play with me, rather laugh at me. I had a condition which made me poop without knowing it. I felt ashamed. Why me? Why was I so different?

Elementary school wasn't so different no one liked me there 'cause I was "the quiet one". How could anyone like me anyway? Around this time my grandmother dies. Life just became shit. My house wasn't my home, got friends who didn't care about 'cause they weren't my friends but my SISTER'S friends, had to grow up with toxic friend (she kinda changed, at least for me...), couldn't really talk to anyone about my problems because all my older friends were going through a hard time (y'know puberty and stuff). I was idk TEN when I had to learn about mental health so I could help my friends 'cause there was NO ONE who could help THEM.

Elementary school: being neglected, bullied, having family issues, social anxiety, sudden anxiety attacks, s3lf h@rm, anorexic traits (due to being kinda poor), being all alone, no father, no family figure, being poor

HOW THE FUCK CAN I STAY POSITIVE?

THEY ALL SAY "JUST GO TO THERAPY, IT'S GON' TO BE OKAY"

NO NOTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY. I'M BROKEN!

Anygays, now I'm in high school, found new friends, my older friends still go through something bad, but they're not suicidal... My father started caring and stopped drinking, I have better relationship with my mother, I'm not scared of interacting with my bro anymore, I don't feel anxiety at all, I don't feel emotions at all, still being poor, but a bit better, I have no anorexic traits anymore, going to singing classes, going to therapy, social anxiety got a lot better...

But whatever I feel... It feels like only fictional angsty characters (I'm looking at you La-Loyd👀) can understand me.

Can't tell my family 'cause they will care too much.

Can't tell my older friends, they won't care enough to respond.

Can tell my new friends, but they need me and my "wisdoms" (is it what it's called?)

Yeah, I have my therapist, my school counsellor, my second school counsellor, my school psychologist but... I need support all the time. These strangers can't help me all the time and the others beside my family and my angsty friends don't bother to do so..

I'm the only one who can help me

I'm all alone

And that's what kills me...

Now I'm the villain

But i just wanna be understood... supported

~Charlie logged out

[shanne-soo]

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[lucid-jjin]

Dancing in cute

[akshstudios]

The Lily Of Bangtan | Kim Namjoon

[ pairing ] rm × you (fem!reader)

Two : Dinner With The Kims, Drive With The Fiancé And Drinks With The Baeks

[ series ] [ matters of the heart in the mafia series masterlist ] this story is the first part of the matters of the heart in the mafia series.

[ previous ] [ masterlist ] [ next ]

[ genre ] mafia au × arranged marriage au × strangers to lovers au × bestfriend's brother au ( angst × fluff )

[ rating ] mature-rated

[ warning ] arranged marriage talk. alcohol consumption. trying to pick fights with fiancé. almost strip show to his sister. a little bit of non-consented pushing to the wall, kissing your neck and namjoon's ridiculous deep voice. 

[ author's forenote ] your name is baek nari.

Two : Dinner With The Kims, Drive With The Fiancé And Drinks With The Baeks

[ chapter summary ] you dine with the kims, drive back home with your fiancé and he gets roped into having drinks with your family.

The Kims were a tastefully extravagant family. 

You knew that from the years of attending their parties, galas and having been to their home on many occasions. The Kims were uselessly over-the-top sometimes but never hideous or tasteless. It showed in their home, with the dozen marble steps leading up to their entryway, the grand foyer, the large shoe closets, the crystal chandeliers, the stained glass doors, the grand staircases and luxurious rooms. Everything about the Kim Residence screamed luxury and generational wealth. 

With your heart pounding loudly as you walk up to the entryway, you are dressed in a nice off-shoulder dress that shows your shoulders and curves nicely. Your hair was done, make-up natural and dewy.

You looked gorgeous, you knew that but were you gorgeous enough for the Kim family?

Would you ever compare to the heights of Madam Kim?

You didn't know and today wasn't the day to dwell on it. You stop at the door, slightly stumbling back when they are pulled open suddenly. 

Madam Kim, your future mother-in-law and the Don's wife, was smiling brightly behind it. 

"Omo! Nari-yah, you're here!" 

"Ommo-nim, Hello~" You bow a little, ambling over to give her a hug and quickly let go. She pulls away and squeezes your cheek with her warm palms in a motherly way; the same way she did every time you came over to meet her daughter. 

"Give me another hug," She beckons you into her arms again, "I missed you." You giggle as you give her another hug. "You barely come here anymore," She complains, and you make a guilty expression. "I'm beginning to think that you only came here for my brat daughter."

"I'm sorry, ommo-nim," You breath a laugh and say apologetically, "I got busy, you know how work gets."

"I know," She hums, "-but I hope you are taking good care of yourself, sweetie." You nod, whispering of course, and she says, "Let's get inside, Joonhyung has been buzzing around all day, he can't wait to tell you everything officially." She pulls you in, as you nod. 

"Oh," You straighten slightly, as if remembering something suddenly, "This is for you, ommo-nim! chocolate-and-raspberry mini-cakes!" You hand over the pretty package and pull off your jacket, handing it over to a staffer, who had come up to you. 

"From Moon's?" She asks, running her forefinger over the crescent branding on the package, handing the dessert over to the staffer and looking at you expectantly. You nod, understanding where the conversation was going. 

"Yeah," You say in a small voice, "Epiphany,"

"How are they?" She asks, expectantly leaning in and almost whispering to you. 

"They are doing great," You murmur back, a happy expression on your face, "Hwan is happy and healthy, is graduating kindergarten—"

"Is he?" She presses a hand to her chest, and gushes out, "He must have grown so much over the years," 

"Yeah, he's this tall now," You gesture vaguely to resemble the little boy's height, sitting on the chaise to take off your shoes, "—the burger truck did well, so they are opening a joint in Gangnam," You smile good-naturedly, slip off your stilettos, and slide into their soft slippers.

"Gangnam?" She asks impressed, and you instantly supply more information. You stand up, and walk into the hallway as she leads you to the office wing. 

"Yeah, she was able to buy the lot next to their bakery there and the plan is to open the burger place as a part of it, so that she can manage them better." You add happily, "If everything goes well, they'll expand. But that's not for a while. But she's happy; very happy, things are looking great for her!" 

Madam Kim sighs in a reminiscing way, a motherly smile lighting her face, "I'm glad she found happiness, even if it's away from all this," She wipes away at the tears forming in her eyes. "—us." You rub her arm comfortingly.

Saera and Hwan will always be a touchy topic for the Don and Madam. She was their first child after all.

She gives you a watery smile, takes a shaky breath as if to calm herself down and beams at you. "Let's go and find the Don," You agree, walking deeper into the mansion, vaguely remembering where the Don's Office was.

You and Jangmi usually stayed away from the office wing and you knew that your ignorance about the office and other rooms in the wing was encouraged.  

Young ladies need not know about the details of Bangtan's work.

Your anxiety had lessened considerably as you chatted with Madam Kim like any other time, but the second she announced your arrival to the Don, at the door of his office, your heart rate spiked again. 

"Yeobo, Nari is here," Madam Kim lets the Don know, ushering you inside the office. 

"Hello, Abeo-nim!" You greet the older man, bowing and smiling politely. His face lights up in delight and he opens an arm out for his wife, who instantly loops her arm around his waist and presses a kiss to his cheek. 

"Ah hello, Nari-yah," The Don smiles back happily, as he looks at you. "Come on in, sit down." He gestured to the couch side of his table, "Namjoon will join us in a minute." You nod, sitting down and crossing your legs to look as graceful and calm as you could.

"I'll have to leave, dear," Madam Kim says apologetically, giving a gentle pat to your cheek. She was trying to comfort you, and you knew it. Maybe because at this point, your fear is plain dancing on your face. You nod, trying to smile back. You could only imagine how many times she's seen women come in here with similar expression to yours and had to comfort them. She knew what it felt like to be in your place first-hand and understood the fear, the uncertainty and the anxiety that came with it.

"I have dinner to look at and—" She glances at her husband and gives him a nod, "I'll send for Namu again," and leaves keeping the doors wide open.

You didn't register the nickname tacked on, until the Don grinned at you, "That's Namjoon's nickname," You tilt your head, "Namu." He clarifies and your eyes widen in response. Quickly recovering from your shock, you give him a small, unsure smile in answer.

What a cute name for a terrifying gangster.

"Saera started it, but now, all of us call him that. You can too, I'm sure he will have no problem." You blink owlishly at him, wondering if you were hallucinating due to anxiety.

Was that possible?

You wisely choose to remain silent as the Don sits down on his chair. He takes off his glasses and looks at you in a studying manner. 

"Do you know why you are here?"

"Abeo-nim, that sounds like a trap," You grin, keeping your tone cheerful. "Should I know why I am here?" 

"Well," He tilts his head, as if contemplating his answer, "-we all know Youngjin isn't the most secretive when he gets excited," You laugh at his response, nodding your agreement.

"I'll pretend to be oblivious," You whisper in a conspiring tone, making him grin. "You can have your fun," He laughs, when you hear footsteps. 

"Ah, my son is here," The Don says, his tone and his face clearly showing his pride for his son. You shift a little in your seat, straightening your back, your body wanting nothing but to turn around and watch the man you are marrying saunter into the room, but you stay put. 

Dignity is far more important than useless curiosity.

"Come in, Namjoon." The Don says, "We were waiting for you, take a seat." 

"I hope I am not too late," Namjoon says amicably, his deep voice almost making your jaw slack. You don't remember his voice being that deep.

When was the last time you heard him? Did he go through puberty again recently?

You were left wondering as he comes closer, and takes a seat next to you, very close to you but you don't point it out.

"Not at all, Nari didn't mind at all." The Don smiles, almost mischievously, "Did you, dear?"

A wave of refreshing scent hits you then; you are almost sure it's his cologne- refreshing, clean and vaguely earthy.

"No—" You sputter, trying to sound like the intelligent woman that you are.

"See, no harm done." The Don cuts you off, casting a teasing glance at his son. "How do you want me to do this? Should I do this all old-fashioned Bangtan style or a simple announcement?" He asks, looking at you expectantly. 

Was this the norm?

Were every couple asked this question or was it just for you two?

Is this segment of every Bangtan member this chill and bizarre or was it a special change for you two?

You know something felt out of place, but that didn't stop you from answering back in a teasing way.

"I'd like the whole authentic Bangtan experience, samchon, so the old-fashioned way is for me." You say politely, your cheekiness making an appearance. "Jangmi wasn't happy at all, I wanna see what all the fuss was about." 

And it was true.

Jangmi wasn't happy in the least with how her engagement to Taehyung took place. She said her Dad was all too serious and he behaved like he didn't know them at all. She said that his demeanor added to the awkwardness between her and Taehyung. You had laughed and she had promptly pointed out that you would go through it too. You had shut up after that.

"Okay, but you asked for this," He sighs, almost dramatically, and gestures for you to get up, "If you two could stand up," The two of you oblige.

Your relationship with the Don and Madam was great.

Madam Kim was more like your mother than your own but you had to admit after Jangmi left, you did stop coming by. You got busy with work and the rare times you saw them at parties, you stayed away because Namjoon was with them.

The Don treated you like another daughter of his, with you being his best friend's daughter and because once Jangmi and you became friends, the two of you did come as a set.

So, anytime Jangmi got anything from her parents, you got one too. Anytime your father bought you something, he bought it for Jangmi too. If you had a brother, you were almost sure Jangmi would probably marry him. You were like a daughter to them and you treated them like they were your parents, but with much more respect and maybe, a tiny bit of fear.

The Don clears his throat and begins.

"I, the Don of Bangtan, Kim Joonhyung, on the this glorious day of spring, hereby approve and accept the matrimonial union of Kim Namjoon, son of Kim Joonhyung and Kim Najung—" He gestures to Namjoon and then, gestures at you, "-and Baek Nari, daughter of Baek Youngjin and Shin Sook. Does the lady, Baek Nari, accept the intention?" He asks and gives you a questioning look.

"I do." You say, almost whispering. You don't fail to notice how your throat was tightening in a way that you were sure to bring tears soon. You fought against it, taking a deep breath and spreading your lips in a wide smile.

He beams at you and turns to his son, "Does the man, Kim Namjoon, accept the intention?"

"I do," Namjoon replies, all too easily. You wonder if he feels anything similar to how you were feeling or if this was just a duty of his to Bangtan.

"I hereby declare Kim Namjoon and Baek Nari betrothed." He announces, and beams at the newly engaged couple. 

"Usually, you will exchange your engagement rings in here, but since we are planning on an engagement party for you, we'll have to skip that and just move to dinner." His voice is light and he smiles at the two of you.

"Ah, are you done, yeobo?" You hear Madam Kim come inside the room. She glances around at all of you, beaming brightly.

The Don nods in reply, "Won't you congratulate the newly engaged couple, love?"

"Oh yes, yeobo!" She lands a playful slap to Namjoon's arm, making him roll his eyes playfully, "Congratulations, Namu, sweetie," She turns to you, "I can't wait for you to officially join the family! We did a great job at finding the next Madam Kim!" She beams, practically vibrating in her place due to overwhelming happiness.

"You mean I did a splendid job, right, yeobo?" The Don corrected his wife, but shut up once the Madam sent him a sharp glare.

"We did, yeobo." She repeated again and the Don nods in submission. If you weren't so caught up in your own emotions, you'd have laughed at the Bangtan leader cowering under his wife's withering glare, "Great then. I'm sure you are starving from all the nervous fiddling. Let's go have dinner!"

Dinner was a far simpler affair than you thought it would be.

The menu was jajangmyeon and braised beef ribs. You were expecting wagyu steak and expensive wine to be honest. A simple meal of black bean noodles wasn't something you thought RM would enjoy. It looked like you were the one with the expensive taste with your braised beef ribs and fancy dessert selection.

"We'll have the engagement party in two weeks and—" The Don says, taking a sip of his wine, "your wedding in three months."

The two of you nod, knowing there wasn't much you could say that would change anything in the chain of events. The party would be in two weeks and wedding in three months at the country's best venue with an invite to some of the most influential and powerful people of the continent.

"Do you want any help with your dress, dear?" Madam Kim asks you, "I know Mi is your shopping buddy, but because she isn't here, can I tag along?"

"Yes, ommo-nim!" You say, a little too excited. Your father was going to make your mom go with you, atleast with Madam Kim's presence your mother would let you be. "Actually.. please take over her spot as my shopping buddy!"

"Can I?"

"Of course, ommo-nim! I'm going to be left in the company of my mother anyway," You barely roll your eyes and the lady smiles at you, "—we all know my mother has the horrible taste when it comes to clothes."

"I hate to agree, dear," Madam Kim sighs, "—but she pulls it off! None of us would look good in the deep purple sequin dress she wore for the Jang's anniversary party but Sook stunned everyone at the event."

"Yeah," You agree in a small voice, remembering the purple dress. The dress had been outrageous and awful but your mother had pulled it off. Her face made up for any flaw the dress might've had.

"Joon can get his tuxedo with us too," She said turning to her son who was quietly eating. "You two can spend a little time with each other that way,"

"I'm busy, Omma." He says almost uncaringly, "Besides, I already have plenty of well-fitting suits.. I don't want to waste my time getting another one."

"But this is your engagement, Namu!" Madam Kim says like that should explain everything there is to her request.

"I know, you can just choose one for me—" He was cut off, rather abruptly by his mother who didn't look like she would back down anytime soon.

"Fittings don't work that—"

"They know better than to mess up my engagement suit—" You had to agree. No one who knows Bangtan would even mistakenly mess up the Bangtan son's tuxedo.

"That's not my point—"

"I don't see any other—"

You didn't see any other reason too. He was a grown man who could go and get a tuxedo without his mother nagging at him. Why Madam Kim was adamant about his company was beyond you. It's not like he'd have any valid opinion on your clothes and he would just get bored and probably give mean comments.

"I want you two to spend time together before your engagement—"

"We have our lives to spend time together,"

You wished you could happily agree to his words but you were on Madam Kim's side. You wanted to know Namjoon atleast a little before your wedding, even if it wasn't the deep, emotional conversations. You wanted the two of you to be atleast friends before you became husband and wife.

"I know, so why not start—"

"Enough!" You jump, startled at the Don's loud voice. "If Namjoon doesn't want to join you for the shopping trip, yeobo... then he doesn't have to." He raised his palm, as if to say no more arguments, watching Madam Kim slump back into her chair and turned to Namjoon, "And since you are not busy today, I think you will have no problem taking my daughter-in-law home. Right, Namjoon?"

Namjoon sighed and agreed, "Yes, Abeo-ji." Madam Kim beamed at her husband, who shot her a discreet wink, as if to say I've got you.

"Well, that settles it." The Don says calmly, as if he hadn't put a loud stop to an argument between his wife and son. "Nari-yah, I heard you brought desserts...?"

You swear you are an intelligent, civilized woman.

You really do think so, but right now as you fidgeted with your heel straps, you didn't feel all that bright.

How embarrassing was this?

Your fiancé was standing next to you, watching curiously as you try to tug at your straps from its fastenings. You didn't have this problem when you put them on, but now, the strap was refusing to stay put. You could just walk with it open of course, but there's a huge chance of you falling face first or atleast spraining your leg. You didn't want him to think that you were a clumsy fool, so you tugged harder at the strap, frustrated at its attempt to make you look like an idiot. You breathe out a curse, almost giving up when you heard him say.

"Let me do it," He says smoothly and bends down to your feet, hands going to clutch at your ankle and at the strap, easily loosening it and strapping it shut.

"Good enough?" He looks up at you and you nod, flexing your ankle around in an attempt to stop your face from heating up at the way he was smiling at you. He holds out the other shoe, helping you slip into it and strapping it up.

If it had been any other day and any other man, you'd have teased him about acting like Prince Charming, but today, you stayed quiet. You might not be cinderella, but in a way this was your Prince Charming.

"Thank you," You say and he stands up, extending a hand to you, which you gracefully take, not failing to notice how his hands dwarfed yours significantly.

"Let's go, shall we?" You merely nod, your words were failing you a lot in his presence. He lets go of your hand and gestures for you to lead him out. He follows you out and you can practically feel his eyes on you, especially your curves.

It felt stupid to think so, but you weren't dreaming. The man had been stealing glances at you the whole dinner and has checked you out, head-to-toe atleast six times since you finished dinner and were left in his company to be taken home.

His gaze had met yours, then almost lustfully his eyes traced your neck, your exposed shoulders and all your curves. You felt yourself blush at his very open gawking and tried to focus your attention to his parents who were bidding their byes.

You weren't any different of course, you had checked him out too.. but at least you were a little shy about it.

Namjoon was tall and noticeably buff, his shirt sleeves struggling around his arms and buttons pulling at his chest. You also very fortunately took note of his thighs and long legs. He was extremely handsome too, more so when he was clenching his jaw and smiling widely, showing off his dimples. He had sharp, dark eyes and an aura of pure authority.

You shivered slightly as the cold breeze hit you, as you stepped out. The staff brought out his car and your jacket. He was a perfect gentleman as he put your jacket over your shoulder and opened the car door to let you slide in and shut the door after you. He gets in the car and you drive off.

The air is understandably awkward, atleast for you. He seems completely oblivious to your plight and to the actual reason he was asked to send you home. When you finally hit the roads away from the Kim Residence, you tried to initiate a conversation, a shallow get-to-know-each-other talk.

"It was my birthday a few days ago, you know," You told him, watching the road ahead of you. It wasn't the most normal of topics but you couldn't find any simpler ones.

"I know," He said, his voice calm. He takes a glance at you, his lips lifting in a minute smile, before he looks at the road again.

"And yet—" You try to keep the sourness out of your voice, "you didn't think to bother me with a wish."

"You are expecting too much, Nari." He said and you scoffed. You knew he'd say something like that and you knew that would get you pissed but you unwittingly egged him on.

"I'm not expecting more than what I deserve, Namjoon. Your parents and everyone I know because I'm marrying you sent me their wishes except for the man I'm marrying." You say, strangely demanding to a man you hadn't had a proper conversation with. "I am not asking you to treat me like a loving husband, I'm only asking you to treat me like a friend at most."

"We can't be friends, Nari." He shakes his head, "We'll cross that line on our wedding night." You don't expect your face to heat up at his suggestive comment, but it does. You were very vulnerable to his words and actions and you didn't like it one bit. So, you decide to change the tracks of the conversation slightly but abruptly.

"Are you happy that you are marrying me?" You ask, body turning to him completely as if to focus all your attention on him. Your previous thoughts about making small talk completely out the car window.

"It's for the best of Bangtan, of course I'm happy." Your jaw almost dips at his casual tone, as he takes another glance at you.

"Of course," You press your lips firmly, feeling assaulted by your own thoughts. Of course, this man would think marrying you was the best for Bangtan. He wasn't marrying you because he wants you but because you were his father's choice and ultimately, your marriage was good for Bangtan.

"Are you?" He seems obligated to ask you the same.

"It's for the best of Bangtan. Isn't it?" You smile mockingly, "My happiness isn't of any value to it, don't worry about it."

"Lils, You know it's true. Our happiness depends on Bangtan's well-being, so if Bangtan's happy, we will be happy too. I know this wasn't the answer you were accepting, but I don't want to give you any false hopes." You scoff, ignoring the flutter of your stomach at the nickname. "Both of us will content this way."

"Yes, completely stupid of me to expect atleast a friendship out of this marriage of convenience."

"This isn't a marriage of convenience—"

"It is!" You huff, "We are marrying because it's convenient, not because we are in love or because any of us wants to, but simply because this—" You gesture between you and him, "we are convenient."

"Do you really think the Don would just pick you to be his daughter-in-law because you were the convenient option?" You want to agree, scream out your frustrations because he can't see it. He can't see how much the marriage was going affect your life because his was going to remain mostly the same. He can't see how you were going to be in a marriage without love. He can't see how dangerously close you were to becoming like your parents, together but far away. He can't see it and it frustrated you. He was taking away every chance you had at a normal marriage.

"Nari, I know what this looks like and what you are expecting," He takes a sharp turn and you realise you are closer to your home. "but I want to clarify any misunderstandings your expectations might bring in the future."

You roll your eyes at his words.

Misunderstandings your expectations might bring, he said, not the misunderstandings his lack of care and affection might bring.

"We won't fall in love, don't expect me to ever be a loving husband. That will never happen. The quicker you accept that, the happier you will be." He states in a calm, factual tone. "We will have to pretend that we are in love, at least infront of Bangtan but you are free to ignore me otherwise. I promise to not take it to heart." He smiles, like he wasn't cutting off every string of hope you were holding for your future.

"We can have sex, as much as you want. You can spend as much as you want, you can enjoy anything you want as long as you pretend to be my loving wife and in the future, be a great Madam Kim. We can have kids, preferably two, a daughter and a son, if you want more that can be arranged too, you just have to say the word. You can have everything from me, but my love."

"So, sex and your black card are the only upsides to marrying you," You conclude, "I don't get your affection, your companionship, you doting over me, your care or anything that a wife might want from her husband, just what a prostitute gets from a client."

You dart a little forward, when he suddenly brakes the car. He looks at you with a softer expression.

"You are not a prostitute, Nari." He says sincerely but you find it hard to believe, "You are going to be my wife."

"I will protect you with my life and provide you with everything you will ever want—" He continues in the same earnest tone, but you cut him off, casting a snide remark.

"Everything but your love."

He sighs, but can't not agree, and says. "Everything but my love."

Kim Namjoon was no stranger to you.

Since you could remember, you knew him as an aloof but charming man. He didn't talk all that much in your presence, but you've heard of him from everyone. No one ever had complaints about him, all praises. After finding out that you were destined to marry him, you almost instinctively saw him with much sweeter and softer eyes. It was your fault of course, hoping and dreaming against everything that you might be some of the few to find love.

If someone who grew up to almost estranged parents like yours could hope for love, why wouldn't someone who was the child of the Don and Madam, who were literally lovesick teenagers sometimes, not want that for themselves? But apparently Kim Namjoon didn't want it. He promised you a life of luxury and marriage without love. That too mere hours after your engagement.

You should've known when he stayed away from ever talking to you in all the years you've known him. You would never understand why you thought it was to please his parents and the elders of Bangtan.

You were a fool and had no one to blame but yourself.

You quickly got out of the car and walked away, refusing to let him see your broken heart and your tears. You don't bid him a bye, just ignore his existence and move into your home. You hear him say bye, but you don't look back.

He did say you could pretend he didn't exist, might as well start right now.

Namjoon simply watched as you walked away into your home without paying him another glance. He couldn't look at your curves and gawk like he had been doing all night, because your crestfallen face made his stomach tumble in a bad way.

He leaned back to his car, trying to make sense of you. He had gotten out to open the car for you, but you had not waited for him. You didn't hear his bye and hadn't even looked back at him. He felt his heart crack a little but he was convinced it was because he was attracted to your body and you ignoring him wasn't going to fare him well if he wanted to cosummate your marriage. Any other possible thoughts of affection, care and the likes was dangerous.

You were dangerous and Namjoon for once didn't know if he liked it or not. He doesn't know how long he stayed in front of your door, leaned against his car and deep in his thoughts.

"Namjoon-ah," Your father's happy voice pulls him out of his reverie. He looks up and sees your father walking down the stairs to him, with a wide smile. Namjoon bows in respect and greets him.

"Why are you standing there? Come inside," Your father invites his future son-in-law inside his home, hand to his shoulder. "We can have a few drinks, I'm sure your family wouldn't mind," He continued, patting his shoulder. Your mother had followed your father out and she looked elated at having Namjoon home. Your parents look around, and at not finding you around, they look surprised.

"Where's Nari?" Your father asks your mother, who gave him a tense look. "Did something happen?" He looked at the younger man, and then at his wife, with a questioning look.

"Nothing, sir." Namjoon says with a polite smile, "Nari is probably tired from everything, you know my family can be a handful."

Your parents laughed lightly, "Oh, come on Namjoon, I'm sure you can just call me Abeo-ji, now." Your father says, his happiness at the thought of your marriage to Namjoon showing, "You are going to marry my daughter after all."

"Yes… Abeo-ji," Namjoon says, climbing up the stairs to your home, with your parents leading him inside.

"App-" Your voice comes to an abrupt stop. "Why are you still here?" You ask, eyes narrowing at your fiancé. Your tone was mean and everyone present knew it was intentional.

"Na," Your father gives you a disapproving look, "Honey, be nice." You roll your eyes, and just walk away. Your parents look straight up offended that you had said that to their son-in-law but Namjoon stops them before anyone could say anything your way.

"I promised her that I would take her to get her engagement gown, Abeo-ji but work calls, so I can't go and she is disheartened because of it." Namjoon lies smoothly. He didn't lie when he said he would protect you, even if it's from your own parents and this wasn't a big deal.

Your father nods in understanding. He knew of your thoughts about breaking promises, no matter the weight of the promise, you expected every promise made to be fulfilled. At the same time he also understood that work was far more important for Bangtan men than fulfilling simple promises. So, he didn't press much and Namjoon was thankful for it.

"What would you like, Namjoon?" Your father leads him to a bar, a place you had spent a good few years stocking and curating to your taste and for a guest's indulgence. "Nari likes collecting wines.. she loves wine and I enjoy the harder liqueurs, so there's quite a few of those. She helped me find some of the rarer and hard to find kinds too."

"What would you recommend, Abeo-ji?" Namjoon asked your dad, hoping that the conversation would take his mind off of you but he wasn't quite successful as it seemed every bottle in that beautiful bar was brought by you, because of some specific reason and you had a story behind every bottle and glass.

Your father couldn't tell all of them, but the whole conversation was as much about the alcohol as it was about you. As the night went longer and your father got progressively drunk, Namjoon could see how much your father adored you. Even in his drunken state, he couldn't let go of his love for you and talked about everything he could tell Namjoon about you.

And Namjoon, who rarely ever had the patience to put up with a drunk man, much less a drunk old man talking about his daughter, stayed silent and indulged him in his drunk conversation, mentally chronicling every little fact and story about you.

When your father had ultimately had enough, Namjoon helped him up the stairs with the help of your mother who had returned to take your father to his room. He bid your mother goodbyes and laughed away her apologies and thanks and agreed to show himself out, but he didn't. He went to you instead.

He had something to tell you.

"Your brother is an asshole,"

That's the first thing you say, when Jangmi receives your call.

Jangmi straight up cackles at your tone, "You know all mafia men are emotionally constipated, and my brother's supposed to lead them," She says, barely containing her smile, "of course he seems like an asshole."

"No no, he is an asshole," You say, stripping off your dress, standing only in your undergarments.

"Yah, he's not~" Jangmi counters you, "He's just a shy weird gangster!"

"You are biased because he's your brother," You shake your head at her, disappointed that she can't see your truth.

"I'm not-" You raise a palm to her, mimicking the Don from dinner.

"I'm using my veto power and declaring him an asshole." You say and she shoots you an incredulous look.

"What-"

"Sh sh sh," You put your finger to your lips, "You are my best friend first, then his sister," You remind her again.

"That-"

"No no no," You shake your head, absolutely refusing to listen to her, "Repeat after me. Kim Namjoon is an asshole."

"Kim Namjoon is an asshole." She repeats obediently.

You nod, "Yes, Kim Namjoon is a fucking asshole!"

"Will you atleast tell me what he did?" She asks, as you pull on your short robe around you.

"Will you promise to thwart him when you come home?"

"Sure, I'll do it twice if you want me to."

"Listen—" You start and rant her ears off about everything that transpired between you two till the car conversation. You didn't divulge much details from there, mainly because you knew Jangmi loved and held her brother to a much higher standard and deep down, you felt a strange sense of protection over him. You didn't want anyone to think bad of him. It was odd for you to feel that way but you did and you didn't know what to do with it.

You told her about the dinner, your Bangtan-style engagement, which she said wasn't as awkward as hers had been, her mother's cooking, her mother taking over your shopping buddy role, Namjoon not tagging along for the dress shopping, him helping out with your shoes and dropping you home.

"So.. he's an asshole because he won't go dress shopping with you?" Jangmi asks, firmly believing that you were over-exaggerating. You nod in a serious way, in an attempt to hide anything that might say otherwise.

"Dress shopping is a sacred affair, Miss Kim." Jangmi laughs and you follow after a second.

"It is, Miss Jang." She continues to giggle, "It indeed is."

When you see her yawn after a few more minutes of talking, you know it's time to say goodbye. You disconnect the call with a promise to call the next day and go to dip in the warm water of your tub. It had literally taken you over two hours to prep with your chatter and suddenly, you realized you didn't have wine.

You sigh, disappointed in yourself and go to get some. You deserved good wine and a good soak for putting your heart on the line and letting your fiancé walk all over it.

When you came down, you had hoped he'd have left from your earlier mean comment but no, the jerk was enjoying premium whiskey you that you had specially imported for your dad for his birthday. He was sitting, listening to whatever your father was saying.

Your father looked drunk, but was clearly enjoying himself.

"—she wouldn't let go! Then we had to get that squirrel home and take care of him. She made these tiny little bed for him, with two little pillows and a duvet!" Your father was saying to Namjoon who was smiling happily, as your father recounted the story of your first pet squirrel.

"Appa!" You call loudly, hoping your father would see it as a sign to stop but he turned to you, shot you a wide grin and turned back to Namjoon.

"She loves taking baths too!" He says excited, "Can you believe she used to hate taking showers? Now she can't go a day without taking hour-long baths! She specifically had a large bath tub built as soon as she turned twenty, to have wine and take a relaxing bath, she used to say.. You better build one for the Elite Estate too, Namjoon-ah, or she might not stay long there!"

Your father continued to further embarrass you but Namjoon and you didn't notice it, far too captured with each other. Even after his harsh talk to you, you still seemed to have it in you to blatantly marvel at his rolled sleeves and veiny hands.

Maybe because he was drunk, his eyes somehow looked more dangerous and you could plainly read his lust towards you as they glazed over your bare legs, thighs and the valley between your breasts that you hadn't bothered to cover up properly.

He brings out his thick tongue to wet his lips and you gulp feeling unnaturally bothered. You saunter up to the bar, grab a bottle of some random wine and walk away, not paying mind to your father or your fiancé.

He practically drools as his eyes catch a glimpse of your barely covered butt from under the short robe and how soft they seem. He wants to touch them so bad. He wonders if they are soft and if everything else about your body was soft too. He's far too deep in his horny reverie when your father pours a drink down the table and he snaps out of it.

If your father wasn't as drunk as he is, Namjoon is sure that your father would've killed him, or atleast punched him for how lustfully he was looking at you. He can feel his dick grow harder, which is a reaction he wasn't expecting, atleast after his talk about not being able to give you love.

Not his dick though, his dick was ready to give you everything.

"Do you always run around in this place in nothing but these flimsy pieces of fabric?"

Your heart drops when you hear his deep voice. You whirl around to face Namjoon, eyes wide at the audacity of this man to come up to your room and comment about your clothes, in your own home.

"Yes, why do you care?"

"Does every man coming here get to see you prowling around half naked?"

"Well," You cock your head challengingly, "If he comes to my room when I'm just out of my bath, then yes, he does get to see me naked."

He clenches his jaw and you blame the glasses of wine in you for finding that hot. His gaze hardens as he walks up to you very predator-like, making you take a step back, each time he took one towards you, till he had you against a wall.

"Na-darling," He hushes out, his deep voice gyrating pleasurably in your body. He cups your face in his callused, warm hands and tilts your face to him, your gazes meeting. "You need to not tempt me," He says, his slightly alcohol-riddled breath fanning your face. You gulp and the proximity and at the way his scent and body is hovering over you. "Your family wouldn't want me despoiling their precious daughter against a wall in her room, right?" He asks, his tone cute in a mocking way, "so baby, behave." He gently taps your nose, as if he wasn't talking about taking you against a wall. "And as for the nude show, I'd rather you do it for me and me alone in my bedroom. No other man will ever see you like this, if anyone does, then that will be his last day breathing."

His eyes harden and you know he isn't lying. He brings his face closer to yours, rubs his nose against yours almost affectionately, smiling and dropping his head to your shoulder.

"You smell nice," He says and begin peppering kisses up your neck. "I'll see you at the engagement party, yeah?" He presses his body against yours, almost crushing you to the wall. You can feel the heat radiating off him and the pressure of every hard muscle of his against your soft ones, especially his semi-hard crotch to yours.

If it hadn't been for your brain malfunctioning at the proximity, you'd have shoved him away. But your lust-hazzled mind didn't let your body do the shoving, instead choosing to let Namjoon do whatever he pleases.

You let out little gasps and breaths as he licks at your neck, marking you and you try your level best to not arch your neck for more. His hands are on your waist, inching closer to your butt and your arms are on his strong shoulders.

He seems to notice your reluctance in responding back to him, so he suckles harder and when you don't budge, he gives an experimental thrust, making you take a sharp breath. Your wide eyes meet his hooded ones and he lips curl in a rather sweet grin.

"Words, baby." He grates out in his deep voice and rubs his hard dick against you and you are now painfully aware of your own wetness pooling in your panties.

"I-I'll see you," You breath out, "-at-at the party."

"Good," He hushes out, presses a string of fluttering kisses from your collarbones to your ears, making you arch up to him understandably in search of more but he stops, gives you a dimpled, wide smile and walks away, leaving you to slump against the wall, hands clutching your neck, tracing his kisses and body burning.

Fuck, what just happened?

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[ author's endnote ] the second chapter is up! I'm sorry for the delay guys, but I fucked up real bad. Story time! I'm planning on getting my masters but to apply into my course, I need to clear an entrance exam and an interview with the examination authority. I knew that and to make sure I didn't miss out on the exams, I applied the day the applications were released and for two months, I spent learning for the said exam. Today, around 12 pm, I get a notification from my dream university letting me know that their admission starts around late October. I'm obviously glad that I still have time to work and figure out my finances, but the notice also dropped a huge bomb. The university apparently doesn't accept the entrance exams that I was studying for and they require me to write another test, conducted by the state authorities. In my country, there are many entrance exams for different master courses. Each test determines which university you can apply to, if you can get a merit seat and such. The one I was initially planning on writing is the most common test in my neighboring state, from where I'm getting my degree but the university I want to apply to won't accept it, because it's common and everyone writes it. They never told any of the applicants because the university is partially run by a management and giving such details to everyone means many students can get in through the government and other quotas. The last day to apply for that exam is tomorrow, by 5:30 pm and the procedure is exhausting and confusing. I'm from a pretty remote town and it's hard to find an Internet café and the banks they are requesting we pay our fees through. I spent hours today at a commercial office today, using their computer to try and do something. I couldn't complete it because the fees couldn't be transferred. Now, the plan is to go to a neighbouring town tomorrow, where there is a cyber café, which hopefully is open early tomorrow and apply again. I'm supposed to apply, get a receipt which I have to get to my banker and transfer the amount to the authority and then go back to the café and complete the procedure and if everything goes well, then I can appear for the exams on October 23. If not, I take the initial test and apply to a random college and live my life knowing I missed out on going to my dream university because I was late and there was no internet café in my town. hopefully, my pessimistic thoughts don't come true! Edit: I have an update guys! so, I managed to apply thanks to my uncle knowing the cyber café owner who was gracious enough to open up the cyber café early in the morning and the banker too was very understanding and called other branch managers and helped me transfer the fees to the authority. now, I have to wait for the confirmation from them and get my application printed and in about three week, the list of possible exam takers will be out and if I'm on there, then I can apply to my dream university, if not, I kiss my dreams goodbye and move on. That's it from me guys, I hope things are going well for all of you. let me know what you think about the chapter! please leave a comment and reblog! If you have any questions, send them my way. my asks are open. until the next chapter, lots of love and take care.

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2021, September 17.

[sugarushsuga]

In Your Own Words - CH. 6

Genre: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU

Paring: RM x Reader

Words count: 5.542

Warnings: Cursing; Mentions of Sex; Unexpected pregnancy; Argument; Fist fight; light injury; Blood

Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?

Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.

And a supper special thanks to @hannahbee12719 for the amazing banner.

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The day starts off fast, and you barely have time to think about your walks with Yeotan... and Namjoon. Julia doesn't show up, which worries you and Namjoon gets mad with rage. He asks Natacha to call her three dozen times, but no one answers. You try from your phone, but it just goes to voicemail. so, the boss’s, almost non-existent, good mood becomes a legend and nobody even dares speak to him. At the end of the day, you hurriedly leave the newsroom and is relieved to get into your car and see it working as it should.

Sabrina call as soon as you park the car in front of the building, telling you that she will have dinner with Seokjin in his apartment and that you shouldn't worry if she doesn't sleep at home again. You get out of the car and puts your bag over your shoulder. At the same moment, you recognize the tall dark-haired man before he even turns to you.

"What did you do this time, Hoseok?"

"Nothing." your brother shrugs. "I was just passing by and wanted to see you." This is a sign that something is wrong in the world. Hoseok never wants to see you. "Y/n, I... I don't know what... Lorena is pregnant." He opens his arms. "What do I do?"

Your irresponsible brother, who doesn't know how to take care of a guinea pig, will be a father? Okay, irresponsible is an exaggeration. he is doing very well alone. finished his physical education course, got a job in two gyms, a kindergarten, and a night he works as a bouncer in a fancy club. He has bought the house where he lives with Lorena, and his car is brand new and shiny, packed with options and full of modern buttons. Like you, he refuses to accept any help from dad or Grandma Cecilia. You grandmother thinks it is funny, saying that Romani pride always speaks louder.

"I'm scared, Y/n," Hoseok admits.

You can see it in every feature of his long face, so much of your dad, that he is serious. You put an arm around his waist and starts walking.

"Let's go up. You've got that face that you're going to break something, and I'd rather you do it far away from my car."

“Very funny, little sister." He looks at you crookedly but follows you up to the third floor. And accepts the beer you put in his hand, turning everything in one gulp. "What do I do?" he asks, staring at can, as if inside it he would find the answers he is looking for.

"I don't know, Hoseok. Do you love Lorena?" you ask, sitting next to him on the couch.

"Sure!"

"So... la-la-la..." you hum.

He shakes his head. "I can't ask Lorena to marry me now. It would seem like I'm just wanting to pick up the real rags for the sake of the baby."

You roll your eyes. "If you say 'gather the real rags' to Lorena, there's a good chance of her telling you no."

"I don't want to be a father now! How did that happen?" he explodes, standing up.

“Dad should have had this conversation with you a long time ago. Is a little seed that found its home in a well..."

"Y/n!" He chides you, annoyed. "Would you please take this seriously?"

"I'm taking it! What do you want me to say? The girl is waiting a son, Hoseok! You will be a family even if you don't get married. married or not

with Lorena it will not change the seriousness of what is going to happen. You are forever linked, one role won't make any difference. I don't think that you should get married only because your girlfriend is pregnant. But if you love Lorena... so... I don't know. What do you want to do?"

He rubs his hands over the stubble covering his jaw. "I don't know. I love Lorena. She drives me crazy sometimes, but I love her."

"To the point where you want to spend your whole life with her?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know! Do I have to decide this now? And, even if I knew, I want to be with her for the rest of my life, if I ask Lorena to marry me now, she'll think it's because of the child, not because I love her."

“She won't think that Hoseok." you stand up and smooth his back, trying to comfort him. “She knows you."

"Of course, she will!" your brother pulls away from your touch and begins to walk from side to side. "She'll be wondering why I didn't marry her before."

"So?" you joke.

He rolls his eyes. "You've grown up, but you're still the same brat as always!"

“I'm just trying to relax. You're very tense and I don't want you to freak out. Last time I had to send the TV in for repair."

"I'm not freaking out!" ' he yells, raising the arm with the can to throw it.

“If you break something, you'll have to pay."

"Fuck!" He lowers his arm, grips the can tightly, crumpling the side. “We are having a good time. Then... everything is turned upside down.

"You're exaggerating, Hoseok. Having a child is not the end of the world." your brother looks up angrily.

“And how do you know that? What experience do you have? I don't know why I thought you could help me. You can't even get a boyfriend to be faithful. You give a lot of work."

Blood bubbled through your veins, your vision blurred, your fingers started to tremble.

“I can't believe what you just said. Take back what you said, Hoseok" you warn gritting your teeth.

"Why? I'm lying? You are the most annoying woman I know. And apparently I'm not the only one who thinks that."

"Your asshole!" you advance on him.

You latch onto Hoseok like a cat, wrapping your legs around his waist and wrapping an arm around his neck, trying to choke him.

"Get off me, brat!" He says, trying to get you out of his back.

"Take back now what you said!"

"I won't take shit back! You can't... Oh, Y/n! That hurts!" he complains when you punch him in the head. "You're hurting me, damn!"

"I don't have a boyfriend because you men are a bunch of assholes. who only think of themselves and immediate satisfaction. Want to know what I really think of this story with Lorena?"

"No! I want you to get off me and stop punching me." He tries once more to get rid of you, but you grab on to him even tighter.

"Are you terrified of the idea that Lorena might love the child more than love you... Aaaaaaaah!" you yell when he loses his balance trying to get you off his back, and staggers across the room until you land on the couch. He falls with all his weight on your stomach. "There!" you groan, before losing your breath.

"What the hell, Y/n!" He untangles himself from you, turning around to face you, facing forward, and analyzing your ribs with nimble fingers. "You always get hurt when we fight. When are you going to stop attacking me?"

"When you stop being such an idiot," you reply, still out of breath.

"It's not going to happen anytime soon, so try to be the adult around here, okay?"

The door then opens with a bang. Namjoon pauses as he surveys the scene.

You, lying on the couch, gasping, and moaning, Hoseok partially on top of you, trying to get you into a comfortable position that brings air to your lungs. One second later, Namjoon flies across the room and collides with Hoseok, like those football players who hover in the air for a second before taking down the opponent. And starts punching your brother at the same time Yeotan appears from who knows where and begins to bark.

“Namjoon, no!" you shout, staggering to your feet, pressing your hands to your sore ribs. "Stop!"

"Call the police!" Namjoon yells back as he throws punches. "I take care of him."

"Get your fucking hands off me!" Hoseok then begins to fight back.

"Hoseok, stop, don't hit him, no! Dammit, stop it!"

They roll across the room, with Yeotan surrounding them both, but end up colliding with the coffee table. Sabrina's crystal ballerina falls and shatters: the noise makes Yeotan flee to the kitchen. Hell. Sabrina is going to kill you when she sees what is left of her much-loved French sculpture. But you have two one seventy something problems wrestling in the room, and that is more urgent than any crying fit your friend can have.

"Stop!" you try again, but they don't seem to hear you. You try approaching to grab one of them, anyone, but a foot bump into your knee and you fall on the couch again. “Stop it now!"

They don't listen to you. They seem too lost on testosterone and wildness to notice anything around. There is no way, you literally have to put yourself between these two big guys. You throw yourself on the mess of legs and arms and tries to pull what is on top. However, Namjoon is much stronger than you could imagine and don't even feel the force that you impose over his body, trying to pull it back.

"Namjoon, stop! You will kill my brother!" you beg, clinging on his back.

"Brother?" Unexpectedly, his head flies back, hitting your forehead, when a blow from Hoseok hits him square in the chin. your brother pushes Namjoon hard enough to knock him to the ground. He falls on you and, goddammit, he is not light at all.

"There!"

"Y/n!" Namjoon yells in a slurred voice, getting to his feet and trying to help you do the same.

"Get away from my sister!" Hoseok tries to push Namjoon away with a tug.

"Are you okay?" your boss asks you, worried, ignoring Hoseok completely.

"I don't know. It's the second mammoth that crushes me today," you groan, half bent. And he laughs.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you," he says, brushing back some hair that fell on your face. He slides a finger over your aching forehead, making you grimace. "Sorry. I just wanted to help. I thought he was hurting you."

"And how was I going to hurt my own sister, you idiot?" Hoseok asks, irritated. “She was the one punching me. I don't lay a finger at Y/n since she was four. She takes advantage of it, but always ends up hurting herself. I'm tired of telling her to stop it. But Y/n never listens to anyone."

"Hey." you cast a sidelong glance at your brother, straightening your back thanks to Namjoon's help and accepting the hand that Hoseok offers. "I wouldn’t need to punch you all the time if you stopped acting like an idiot."

Hoseok snorts, rolling his eyes. “And I already told you that it won't happen. When will you believe me?"

Leaning on your boss and your brother, you make it to the couch. they place you there carefully.

"Did you get hurt anywhere else?" Namjoon asks worried, sitting next to you and searching your eyes. he frowns as he examines your forehead and says in a low voice, an almost wail: "Your forehead is very red. I think a bruise will appear."

"I am fine." you feel your ribs. They look whole. "No, I didn't break anything."

“I…” Namjoon looks down at the floor. "Didn't want to interrupt a family reunion... It's just that... I heard your screams and thought you were in trouble."

"And you came to defend me?" Okay, you weren't expecting that. Namjoon played the superhero because of you.

"Who are you?" Hoseok asks, assessing Namjoon from head to toe.

“I'm your sister's neighbor."

“Neighbor and my boss at Just-Facts,” you add impatiently. "This is Namjoon Kim. I already told you about him, remember?"

You brother's eyes widen passing them from Namjoon to you, waiting someone to finish the joke. And, God, how you wanted it all to be just a joke. You mean, Namjoon being your boss and all.

"She's kidding, isn't she?" Hoseok asks Namjoon. "You just want to make me feel bad."

“No, she's not kidding." Namjoon wipes the back of his hand over his mouth cleaning up a trickle of blood.

Hoseok stares at you. "Did I just hit your boss?"

"It's more like just got beaten up by my boss..." you point out, noticing the swelling in his eye. “Put some ice on that."

“Why didn't you tell me anything?" Hoseok scolds.

"I tried! But you two were too entertained punching each other in the face to hear something. Even Yeotan got scared! You should be ashamed of it. Two big guys Rollin' on the floor like two six years old punks."

You get up to their protests and, groaning a little, going to the kitchen to get a bag of frozen potatoes. You find Yeotan frightened and hiding between the stove and the fridge.

“Oh, Yeotan, don't care about them. They are man. Man are really silly." you pick him up and walks back into the living room, tossing the sack of potatoes into your brother. "Put it in the eye."

Hoseok takes the frozen potatoes automatically, but abandoned them on top of the coffee table, which by now is almost at the door.

"Namjoon, man..." he begins awkwardly, "I didn't know you were her boss. And... I'm glad there's someone around ready to help my sister if she needs it."

"I don't need!" you protest.

“I said in case,” your brother points out impatiently.

“Fine,” Namjoon says. "I didn't know it was a family feud, or I wouldn't have gotten involved."

"Well, I have to go," Hoseok says. "Lorena will be worried about me being late. I'll come over another time, Y/n."

"Fine. I hope you find out what you want out of life. call me to tell me later."

He nods and bends down, running his hand over you aching forehead and making a grimace.

"Put some ointment on it. And... I wasn't serious before. Sorry." you brother lightly kisses the top of your head.

“You could have said that before."

"Yeah, I could. If I weren't such an asshole." and he shows you that mocking smile, which makes you laugh. He turns to face your boss, "Bye, Namjoon. Sorry about the chin." Hoseok pats his shoulder, Namjoon, who remains seated.

"No problem. Sorry for the black eye."

"All fine!"

Hoseok leaves, closing the door softly after walking through it. Yeotan calms so you put him down and, with an annoyed sigh, you started picking up the ballerina's shards before he eats them.

“Sorry,” Namjoon grumbles, crouching down beside you and helping you to pick up the shards of crystal.

“Yeah, but thanks for trying to help me. Not everyone would do what you did."

You pick up the larger pieces and you headed to the laundry room get the dustpan and broom. You sweep the floor until not a single point of glowing is visible. After throwing everything in the trash and washing your hands, you go back to the living room and finds Namjoon carefully studying his glasses. he tries to snap one of the legs into place, but it isn't working.

“I don't think it's going to work.” you sit on the end of the couch. "You are going to have to buy another one." And maybe a nice one this time, you want to add.

"I like this one." And, it seemed, he is the only one. "I have a glue a really good glue for this kind of plastic.” He smiles, and when he does, you see his teeth dyed red.

"Oh, shit!" you complain, getting up again. you take two glasses and fills one of them with ice and the other with water. you offer both of them to him upon returning to the room. "Here. Your mouth is bleeding."

“It's stopped."

“Trust me,” you insist.

He accepts the water and drinks some, but not without grimacing. after he takes another big gulp and rinses it out before spitting the water back into the glass, dyeing everything red.

“There,” he says, but a small puddle form again in his lower lip.

"Stop being stubborn. Why are man so silly when they get hurt?"

“I'm not hurt. It was probably my chin that hurt your brother's hand."

You roll your eyes, picking up an ice cube and placing it over the wound. Namjoon hisses something and tries to back away, but you don't let him, gripping the collar of his shabby t-shirt. The graphic of the day is a skull in sunglasses. Seriously, where does he buy these things?

“Dis hurts,” he mutters under your fingers.

"Hold on. It will stop bleeding soon."

You hold the ice for a minute or so, until the skin on your fingers start to burn. You drop the ice into the glass and watch his lips.

"Did you see? I said that... that... that I was going... hmm..."

You are not sure what you meant to say, but the fact is that at that moment it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered. Except Namjoon's soft lips. You follow the perfect shape of his lips with the tip of your index finger, feeling something churn inside your stomach as your thoughts get mixed. A sudden heat spreads through your entire body, reaching the most remote parts of you and leaving lighting you alive. Very alive.

"Is hot!" you manage to look away, not without a lot of willpower, though you don’t think you would be able to stop touching his succulent lips. you shouldn't have done that, it was a big mistake, because when you look up, you found his eyes, and that strange understanding, that connection that you think you have seen before, it hits you hard. Your breathing quickens, and You aren't the only one with a hard time getting air in. Namjoon's chests rise and fall fast, his pupils became larger, lips parted under your fingers.

You can't say who took the initiative, if he or You, or both at the same time. But who cares? The fact is that in a minute you are staring, and the next you are in each other's arms, clinging to each other’s mouth and your bodies drunk in desire. The feel of his lips and hands on you is unfamiliar to you, and it is exactly what You need.

He pulls you on top of him, fitting your thighs around his hips and pressing yours with hungry fingers. You let go of his neck and tugs off his T-shirt, and he didn't look like a bit worried about getting rid of it. The fire and hunger in his eyes explode, and when he reached for your shirt buttons almost tearing one by one, reckless, almost rude, you can't be more grateful.

A whisper, almost a roar, reverberates in his throat before he buries his head between your boobs, unzipping the front clasp of your bra with his teeth. Leaving you speechless. Not because You allow Namjoon to get rid of the piece, nor because he remains half bent over, giving you free access to the button on his pants, but because You really, really want to go faster with it.

You try to maintain consistency, a little reason, and stop kissing him, push him away, but he slides his warm hand down my chest until he claimed one of your boobs while the other received caresses from his tongue and teeth, and You cannot access to the logical part of your brain. Instead, you realize the insane need to have Namjoon even closer. It feels so right to press him against your body, as if somehow You can get him under your skin.

You want his kisses. You want his touch. You want it all, all that he can offer or take from you. And, due to the urgency with which his lips consume you, he feels the same way. You wouldn't stop until You finish what you have started, that is for sure.

And none of you are drunk this time.

You stare at your bedroom ceiling, the sheet pulled up to your chin, and trying to understand what had just happened. You have slept with Namjoon, your boss. Twice in less than a week. He lies next to you, and out of the corner of your eye you see that he is also gazing at the chandelier.

"I can't understand how this happened," you say, your eyes still glued to the ceiling. "I don't like you."

"I know," he sighs.

“You're not even my type, you know? It makes no sense to stay... in the state where I stayed for a guy like you." He huffs and you hurry to explain: "Not that you're not handsome or attractive. You are both, but I'm kind of liking another guy, I already told you that. What was I thinking?"

“I think that was the problem,” he says, his voice still hoarse, and you suppress a shiver. "I don't know about you, but I wasn't thinking about anything."

You let out a long breath. "I don't think I was either, or I would never have allowed such a thing to happen again."

"Again?" he asks, surprised, then hesitates. "So, you remembered...?"

You prop yourself up on your elbows, holding the sheets in place with one hand, and you glare at him, annoyed.

"Yes, I did remember. The mark you left on my neck helped my memory. Do you have any idea how much I hate you for having sex with me and not telling me?"

Completely embarrassed, he runs a hand over his face and let go of the air forcefully. Then he turns his eyes to yours. There is more than embarrassment in his brown irises.

"And how could I tell, Y/n? You were... terrified at the thought of having had sex with me. Since you didn't remember, I thought it was best to let you think that nothing had happened. I didn't mean to deceive you, I just tried to save you from one embarrassing situation."

“Oh, sure. All for my own good,” you scoff. "And you didn't get all relieved to not have to come up with a zillion excuses to give to make me leave quickly after a night of casual sex."

And with that, Namjoon's embarrassment is gone, giving way to something else.

“First of all, I don't usually have casual sex. Second, I was very angry that you feel so bad about going to bed with me. I know that we don't get along very well, but damn Y/n, I'm not a despicable pig who take advantage of woman!"

"No. You're a lying, arrogant, despicable pig who had sex with me and didn't tell me anything!"

“You didn't tell me either."

You blink. "What?!"

"That's right!" He also props himself up on his elbows. The sheet slides down to his waist, revealing his muscular chest and bun bread stomach, which made your fingers tremble with the urge to caress them again. You try to get it out of your head and pay attention to what he is saying.

“You didn't tell me you had sex with me either. Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I had post-drunk amnesia? that maybe I didn't even remember your name? Why didn't you tell me, Y/n? Did you want to take advantage and pretend you didn't like what you did?"

You huff, in an unfeminine way, but you are too mad to pay attention to that.

"Listen here, you can stop playing pretend. I saw you with the condom packaging in hand. You knew what we had done! I bet you laughed a at me this whole time."

"I did not laugh. You know I didn't," he says, in a deep voice, his gaze genuine burning yours. You don't believe him for a second.

"I don't know anything. But since we're outing everything, I can ask why you had sex with me again? I'm the easy girl your booty-call when you're horny, is that it?"

“Oh, for God's sake!" He drops onto the pillow. "Cut the drama."

“I'm not being dramatic. I'm trying to understand your motives."

"And do I need one?" he asks, mad.

"Of course! Everyone always has a reason."

Namjoon stands up, and you look away. Just… not too fast. He is handsome without clothes.

“You're not an easy fuck, Y/n." He put on his pants before keep yelling at you. "If you pay attention to the way, you acted when you woke up in my hotel room and how you're acting now, you'll realize that

you are anything but easy. I don't know how to explain what happened, but I never thought about you like any other girl before, believe me."

"So why did we just have sex? I don't like you, you don't like me, there has to be some logical explanation for what happened."

“If there is, I can't see it. Why did you have sex with me? Like you just said, everyone always has a reason."

"Well... because I... I... I hit my head, why." It can only be that!

He huffs, putting his hands on his narrow hips. “You don't even believe what you just said. Want to try again?"

"I have no idea, okay?" you reply, blushing a lot. "But you must know."

He reaches for the shirt on the floor but stops for a moment and looks like you are crazy. Which might be true.

"And why the hell would I know?" He opens his arms.

"Because you're an experienced journalist, huh! It's part of your nature investigative attempt to uncover all the facts."

“You are unbelievable, Y/n." He scratches his head, half laughing, half growling. “What I do know is that we were on the couch talking and it was okay. Then it wasn't. Not until I was inside you."

Your mouth drops open and a choking sound escapes you without your permission. You feel the blush spread through your entire body and focus on your cheeks. How dare he be so direct? You reach for the first thing you find — and unfortunately, the pillow isn't as lethal as you would like it to be — and you throw it at him, hitting him squarely in his surprised face.

"What? Don't like to hear the truth?" He scoffs, passing his hand through the hair and leaving it even messier. "Didn't you want to know my reasons? Here's the truth, I'm sorry if you don't like it."

"You can't talk to me like that, like I'm a... a..." -woman you've lusted after madly...- “Argh! I hate you!"

“Funny, it wasn't what it looked like half an hour ago. And the downstairs neighbors will agree with me."

"Out!" you throw the other pillow, but he is quick and catches it. Then throws it back, hitting you the head.

"I'm on my way, but first I want to know what happened to that pretty little bruised head of yours to want to have sex with me." He approaches the bed and stands there, staring at you with something dangerous gleaming in his eyes. "Because I didn't hear you saying no, Y/n."

"But I meant no!" you pull the sheet higher, as if the fabric could protect you. "It's just that... I didn't say anything because... I... I was suffering from a lapse of common sense mixed with a crisis of—”

“Lust?" Lust? Desire? Damn no! — total deprivation of your mental faculties!

"Of course." He smiles in that cynical way. "Then next time, try be clearer. For me to be sure your moans are not of pleasure, but of protests. Oh! and whispering my name in my ear and beg me not stop makes things a little harder, you know? It makes me confused as to what you really want."

"I didn't beg anything! You're crazy, imagining things..." -Right? Right?!- "And there will be no next time! Now get out of my house!"

He watches you for a second before pulling the shirt over his head and place the broken glasses on his nose. They are crooked. “I honestly hope it won't. Is not worth the trouble."

You recoil when you hear that. You are so perplexed, hurt, by what he just said that you can't even open your mouth to let out a rude answer. Hoseok had said something similar earlier but hearing Namjoon saying that is much worse. Even though you don't want to have any kind of relationship with him, Namjoon isn't your brother, he is not just saying things.

Namjoon opens the bedroom door and walks out. Yeotan, who is waiting outside, jumps on him and begins to bark euphoric, demanding the attention he has been denied because of inconvenient sex. He picks him up and disappears down the hall.

You stay in bed, motionless, until you hear the front door slam. So, you drop on the mattress, covering your eyes with your hands and muttering all the insults that you couldn't tell him. Like the masochist that you are, you replay the maddening passion scene one million times in your head, trying to find an explanation for you to have thrown yourself willingly on Namjoon. The more you think about it, less you understand.

You toss and turn in bed, trying to decipher the riddle to avoid a repeating it in the future, until you give up and go to the shower to calm down. It doesn't work. You put on an old t-shirt full of holes and lays in the bed, but not without first picking up the pillows from the floor. Well, you try to go to sleep, but you are too furious to sleep. So, you sink the pillow into your face and screams until your throat burns, stomping your feet on the mattress like a child throwing a tantrum. A different, delicious aroma, a mixture of wood, pepper, and man, is embedded in the pillowcase. You take a few breaths and finally gets the calming effect You need. But his voice echoes in your head nonstop.

Is not worth the trouble.

You throw the pillow as hard as you can against the wall. It hits the window before falling on your desk, crammed with creams and perfumes. Several glasses toppled over, but luckily, they don't break. You already hate Namjoon for a number of things that don't need explanations, so he didn't have to try so hard, telling you horrible things, so that you hate him even more. By doing so, he only makes your life easier. Besides, who does he think he is to judge you? You don't behave like this after going to bed with a man—one you want to— it is unfair that he judged you. And it is unfortunate that you had sex with him again. It's completely inconvenient to have liked it so much.

You spend most of the night tossing and turning in bed, so, when the day comes, you fell sore, humiliated and still very angry. You phone starts ringing somewhere in the living room. You run there and finds it under the sofa. It had probably fallen out of your jeans pocket when... No! you will never think about that horrible night again.

"Hello?"

"How are you, darling?" says your grandmother's sweet voice.

"Not very well, grandma. Did you speak with Hoseok? His girlfriend is pregnant."

"I know. I said a kid was on the way, but he didn't believe me. He never believes in what I say. And by the way, Y/n, I ended up looking at your luck."

"And?" you collapse on the couch. "What cards came out?"

"The bird, the knight and the child."

Shit. The same ones that came out for your sign in your fake horoscope. For a second, a millisecond, you find yourself wondering if Sabrina is right when she said that your zodiac worked, that the cards really knew everything. As soon as you come to your senses, you remember that you don't believe in fate, luck, what the cards say and the fact that man has already walked on the moon.

"Have you realized who he is yet?" she asks excitedly.

"He, who?"

“The man who is your destiny. The one who will make you happy."

You run your hands through your hair, closing your eyes. “Grandma, tell me exactly what this combination of cards means."

"The bird represents joy, happiness, the beginning of something new, like dating. The knight... well, this card has several meanings, but in this case it's the beginning of a great passion, and the child, purity, innocence. So, what I see is a man who will steal your heart and love you purely and truly."

“I haven't met anyone like that yet. And I won't even find it. Not in real life."

Grandma laughed. “Of course, you did. Just haven't paid attention yet. He has already walked into your life, darling."

Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.

[flwrkisses]

 headcanons.

방탄소년단 — ot7 bangtan.

bts cuddling

bts as dads; part one & part two

bts as famous rom-coms

bts as ouran highschool host club characters

bts dropping their partner off at the airport

bts reacting to you being pregnant

how bts would propose

김석진 — kim seokjin; jin.

dating jin would include

민윤기 — min yoongi; suga.

dating yoongi would include

boyfriend yoongi texts

정호석 — jung hoseok; j-hope.

dating hoseok would include

김남준 — kim namjoon; rm.

dating namjoon would include

christmas boyfriend texts

박지민 — park jimin.

dating jimin would include

김태형 — kim taehyung; v.

dating taehyung would include

전정국 — jeon jeongguk.

dating jeongguk would include

엑소 — ot9 exo.

exo reaction to their child not wanting to go to kindergarten

exo as vampires

exo members reaction to you falling asleep while working

exo as disney princesses 

김민석 — kim minseok; xiumin.

dating xiumin would include

김준면 — kim junmyeon; suho.

dating suho would include

张艺兴 — zhang yixing; lay.

dating lay would include

변백현 — byun baekhyun.

dating baekhyun would include 

김종대 — kim jongdae; chen.

dating chen would include

박찬열 — park chanyeol.

dating chanyeol would include 

도경수 — do kyungsoo; do.

dating do to include

김종인 — kim jongin; kai.

dating kai would include 

오세훈 — oh sehun.

dating sehun would include

sehun; single dad au

last updated: 03.06.22

©flwrkisses 2016-2022 ; please do not copy, translate, repost and/or reuse my work without my permission

[hobiscloset]

@punkrockbrokemy--heart submitted a request for us to roast these looks. Thanks for the visually induced trauma bestie! Guest-starring the amazing @textsfrombangtan (marked as L)

E - Let's go from left to right on the top picture. A - it's just all so bad! im having a mild breakdown about this whole picture

Jimin E - so you know theater kids? A - Yeah, you and me E - Hey! but it's true. this is theater kid but in the early 80s late 70s. paint-splattered jeans and a flannel layered A - oh you are correct. it's not tech week though E - yeah this is during set building

Jhope N - Jorts is just going to a highlighter party A - he's a village people stan. before the word stan existed. so a village people groupie L - i'm not entirely convinced he isn't a village person A - its not a coherent enough theme to be a village person in this fit L - fair enough. this man has never seen a coherent theme in his life E - some kind of like burning man neon party

Jin N - my dad in Paris in the 70s A - I was gonna say the flashback dads in mama mia. so like same dif E - he's just one of the guys in Mama Mia 2 A - Bill E - you are absolutely correct and should say it L - strong agree. bill because he's definitely thinking "why did it have to be me" throughout L - i feel like he got off the lightest here but it might just be me looking at that damn face N - No he definitely made out the best E - i feel like overall they always take the least risks on Jin. like idk what it is but 8/10 times im like "eh" to his clothes A - they're like 'people just want to look at his face, put him in a button up and be done with it' N - Because if they go too hard with it he will wear it to music bank again L - this or jin just goes "no." and there's absolutely nothing they can do about it. jinhitent Jungkook A - baby is a 17 year old who decided yesterday that he was now into black smithing L - baby again with the butt flap this time in the most unfortunate colour A - look at my cool leather apron its so authentic N - Baby is my brother in high school before he asked me how colors work A - he doesnt care about colours he just wants to make knives. ive known this exact child. four of them actually E - yeah i was gonna say like kid with odd hobbies and no anxiety. his goal is to get on Forged in Fire and make a knife in 2 hours that gets thrown at a wall A - Precisely

RM A - Quite literally one of the bullies from the power rangers E - i know the exact guy L - ash ketchum on steroids E - ash ketchum if pokemon had been made live action when they did that horrible dragon ball z movie. like he's got a punk/grunge phase L - precisely and the jeans... they're so long N - A toddler allowed to choose all his own clothes

Suga E - he just looks like every bisexual i know after going to the thrift store like "youll never guess what i found", pulls out yet another bowling shirt A - its true but hey! L - this is a wham! fit. like club tropicana vibes. beach club promoter but the club is dogshit and he knows it N - Mamoru from the original sailor moon anime (pause while E looked it up)

E - oh god you are absolutely right ! A - A VERY SOLID CALL L - aksjdbsbajzjs accuracy 100 N - I know my sailor moon bad fashion

V L - *sharp inhale * A - I get Napolean dynamite character vibes in the most (derogatory) way N - An art student who is very aware how pretentious everyone around him is and put on the worst outfit he could find to see how people would twist themselves up trying to call it Art E - oh i love that. troll art student. also whose fucking face is that and why am i convinced its like a serial killer? L - the face on his shirt is the face i made when i saw this A - have you ever seen a three year old that insists they dress themselves without any help E - i want my ballet tights and my fire fighter uniform and my dinosaur top A - its just 100 percent this Final Thoughts N - The argument could be made that all of them are toddlers who insisted on dressing themselves E - all together its very much like, kindergarten class vibes L - idk it just feels like they hit the random sim generator seven times and they got all the worst traits E -you know that computer program Cher has in Clueless? with all her clothes. this is what happens when you press random and shuffle at the same time L - yes and they only allow the fit when a big fat X comes up on the screen and cher goes "ugh as if" E - cher's outfit software, wrong answers only L - i think this whole thing can be distilled down to "wrong answers only"

[ratherbefangirling]

BTS Ships as tropes and fic ideas

MC main character LI love interest

Note :gender neutral

I do not ship the members, they are real people but their dynamics are fun and therefore here it is..

If anyone takes any idea please tell me I would love to read them and tag those stories too. Please reblog if you do

Namjin

College AU , scholarship student class representative MC (namjoon) and trustfund but hardworking LI (jin) get paired from being at odds with each other due to their existing reputations to understanding each others perspective to falling in love and joining the gap between them and their different lives while being told things like it will never work out to what an opportunistic person

Namgi

Rivals to lovers, understand each other, different enough to enjoy the others company after they get over their differences. MC(suga) had heard of the talented LI(rm) soon they had competed in the same competition while both got disqualified *LI in questionable circumstances* they get hired by the same company and are to work in the same team... chaos ensues.

94s

High-school reunion AU MC(hobi) was always curious about LI (joon) while they never interacted much belonging to different groups, ten years later they meet again and sparks fly but what happens when one of their mutuals is murdered ....they go out to bring justice

MiniMoni

Since MC (jimin) remembered they have had a crush on LI (joon) their brothers best friend which have done nothing except increase the times they have played house together and made LI see the not so put together parts of MC except now LI is getting married

Vmon

LI(v) makes MC(Namjoon) curious. When mc comes to study at this cafe he finds li sitting outside and having tea. Seasons change but the pattern repeats on the same bench li sits and orders the same thing. MC wonders if they'll ever be brave enough to talk to LI

Namkook :

quiet shy MC(jk) develops a crush on a nerds(namjoon) alter ego(rm)(nerd by day and an underground rapper by night) to the goth mc who has star eyes for an earth core LI (joon) who frequents the same coffee shop because the gym the library and the coffee shop are in the same building.

Sin

best friends to lovers, pink x black, eating together, soft silences. Quiet MC (yoongi) enjoys the brightness LI(jin) brings until one day LI reveals insecurities and from then on MC takes it upon them to make LI feel like the best person in the world.

2seok

Kindergarten teachers AU where MC (Hoseok) shows around the new teacher (Seokjin) and they bond over their love for kids.

Jinmin

MC (Jin) and LI(Jimin) are family friends and by that I mean they only meet the other at the parties or get togethers their parents hold. What happens when they go to college together. They learn new sides of each other and are joined by the love of food.

Taejin

MC (tae) is a rookie actor who is cast in a film with LI(jin) who is a product of nepotism in the industry. LI's parent demand they seduce MC but LI refuse it. Except MC sets out to seduce LI. But things get complicated when the more they know the more the fall in love and who knows what's real and what's for the camera

Jinkook

Found Family . Title? I wish it was me => like all you get should be is happy and I wish all your suffering came to me

Sope

Opposites attract. Extroverted bubbly MC (jhope) and introverted determined LI(Suga) and how when together they can explore their other side and bringing out the best in eachother

Yoonmin

Enemies to lovers. Both of them are too sensitive and maybe that's the problem. Maybe they hit each to close to home because they both know where it hurts the most and maybe that's why they can mend each other too. MC(yoongi) is gast falling in love with LI (Jimin) but mc hates the idea how could you love someone despite knowing their flaws and more importantly how could they. When LI confesses in a moment of weakness, mc runs away. Will mc figure things out on time or was it doomed from the start.

Taegi

How two people with different love languages communicate and make it work. MC(Taehyung) has always dreamed of love and loving and being loved but when they finally fall for LI(yoongi) the stark difference in both their behaviours and thoughts becomes clear. LI grew in a house where love was insignificant and relations a torture device and even though LI decides they'll do better, old habits die hard.

Yoonkook

A love like rain. Soft, calming, soothing, sad. From since they can remember MC (jungkook) always keeps LI's(yoongi) coffee ready as mc clears off the table they frown since li has not touched the coffee. Mc wondered since when this happened. Mc remembers when they first met LI, they always accepted mc for who they were instead of who they should be. But has their relationship turned stale like coffee.

Jihope

Two people in love with each other and in denial about it. They've always been more than friends but less than lovers. Nothing can separate them. If MC (jimin) is a diamond than LI (hobi) is light.

Vhope

People who meet on a vacation and have the best time of their lives

Hopekook

Royalty AU. Knight Au. Adventure Time. Fantasy. MC (hope) is one of the heirs to the throne and has to beat their siblings to inherit it. Their Knight (Jungkook) helps them on the quest of the throne

Vmin

Soulmates. I hear you. I feel you. I want you. The unreal unbelievable love. Full of lavish behaviour but pure at its core. MC (V) is getting married to LI( jimin) the love of their life. They can't imagine life without them but with a wedding to plan full of over bearing relatives, budget cuts and mismatch in every way. Feelings become complicated. Will their love story have a happy ever after or is this wedding going to become a nightmare.

Taekook

Best friends in love with each other. Instinctively knowing things even the other doesn't realise about themselves. Promised to marry each other if they found no one at 30. MC (Taehyung) feels nervous as his thirtieth birthday approaches and even more so that LI(Jungkook) decided to meet them. They meet and reconnect but what happens when an ex and an ex crush arrive into their lives. Is the promise forgotten or will the proposal happen?

[nightswithkookmin]

Hey Goldy, why do you think jk could've been homophobic in the early years? I genuinely want to know becuz i didn't really feel that way myself . And when according to you did he become woke? And what do u think about jimin in this case?

I think JK could have been homophobic????

Have you been snooping around my Ko-fi page??? I don't recall ever saying anything like that on here...

Are you on Ko-fi? You can ask directly on Ko-fi if you have any questions with regards to any of the posts on there. Simply DM.

I said that, because I had read somewhere Jungkook was straight and was dating a trainee before 2015 when he and JM started fully dating but then those same peopele claimed somehow that JK was too young to be gay at the time or to be doing Jimin prior to 2015- in that context then to me, if he wasn't closeted and gay then he'd come off as very homophobic especially in the way he acted around JM and treated JM in that period in my opinion.

If he wasn't too young to be straight, he wasn't too young to be gay. I knew I liked girls at the age of seven ish. Never acted on it and shied away from gals mostly until highschool when I came across much older queer gals- Some have claimed they knew they liked girls much earlier than that.

I mean I'd assume straight people knew they were straight even in kindergarten. Why does it gotta be any different for gay people. It's really bizarre to me.

That's not to say I don't think Jikook weren't problematic or didn't have issues.

For JK I can say, toxic masculinity, internalized homophobia and immaturity marked his earlier phase- not just him but Jimin and everyone in bangtan too (minus the internalized homophobia of course) in my opinion. Which I think we've talked about on here a few times now.

I understand certain conversations make some people uncomfortable especially ones surrounding BTS and homophobia, misogyny cultural appropriation, gay culture appropriation etc.

As I said on Ko-fi, if Jungkook wasn't queer/gay back then, then I'm afraid, to me, a lot of the things he'd said and done around around JM was quite homophobic.

But since I believe he was gay, they just come off as internalized homophobia to me.

And by that I mean things he'd say similar to RM talking bout how 'Jimin tries a lot to be masculine even though he's not' and gets elbowed by Jin to shut up because it's something you just don't say to effeminate men like JM or especially gay men. It comes across as a homophobic slur or microaggression (if JM is in deed gay- which I think he is.)

Or all the crying jokes bangtan makes about JK most times and the constant attack on Jikook's masculinity in the group- being gay doesn't make you less of a man💀

You'll understand if you've seen JK's face drop at certain 'jokes' certain people in the group throw his way.

When did Jungkook become woke????

That's like asking me when did BTS become woke.

Sounds very sarcastic but whatever.

Don't think I can point to you a particular date in this instance just that there's been a very visible gradual shift in the way he thinks, behaves or carry himself within the group over the years.

When he stopped saying things like men shouldn't wear rings on their pinky or that men shouldn't check their selfies after taking them- to which JM replies in frustration 'men, men, men, what the heck is men!'

When he started unlearning the toxic masculine stuff and started embracing his true nature?

It's been a journey for him I'd say.

Whenever he second guesses himself and hesitates to touch JM in certain places-even to this day( a certain titanic run episode comes to mind)

He reaches for JM's waist, stops and holds his shoulder instead. There's a cut a his hand is now on JM's waist- clearly he was cued by the director or someone to hold JM's waist to make it more entertaining.

Now I wouldn't say this act is homophobic per se. Plus, he's not the only one who some times get confused around JM and hesitate to touch him- Tae does that too.

There's that TXT member who froze entirely when JM touched him.

But I can't ignore that JK's hesitation comes from him thinking it's inappropriate for him being a guy to hold JM in certain places like that- which is interesting because they be playing with each other's dixk and shit. You'd think that's more gay no?

Men are nasty and do nasty things like hitting eachother's private region for play or squeezing eachother's nipples and shit- Apparently, that's not gay. To them.

But suddenly, holding hands or placing their hands on a man's waist is gay because it's intimate and something a couple would do- very heteronormative I'd say.

Sounds familiar?

'Sounds like something a couple would do' then the members would proceed to act embarrassed by it.

And this was what, like a few months ago?

Toxic masculinity is at the heart of homophobia. One usually follows the other. If you can spot toxic masculinity in JK, you should be able to spot his internalized homophobic tendencies.

That being said. He's grown now. Way mature than before. Occasionally does some ignorant shit but he's way better than before- in my opinion💀

They shouldn't kiss and act grossed out. If it grosses you out don't do it in the first place that's just rude. I think you know what I mean.

Like RM says, they were all a bit in the mud, unsophisticated in their formative years and I don't think that excluded JM and JK( not gonna go into JK's problematic moments on here or recount them)

As to whether or not some of the things he said in those days were homophobic or not I think it depends on perspective and one's own understanding of anti homosexual tendencies and behaviors.

If not then ignorance is bliss I guess.

What do I think about Jimin???

I think he's gay. Lol.

But he's had his own toxic manly man moments.

'We are men and men shouldn't pop their booty'

Men shouldn't pop their booty? He tried it. Lol.

From the top, make it drop honey😏

Calling Hobi gay as a joke???

'I think he likes men a little too much'

Sir, sit down. A few years later, you are gay too. Very gay. More so gay than Hobi💀

This you???💀

Not sure how to steer this conversation because I feel you don't know exactly what that blog on JK and homophobia is about.

Anywho, thanks for the question. Love it.

I'm gonna answer all your questions. I love them🤤💜

Signed,

GOLDY