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sunyoonandstars · 7 years ago

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BTS Scenario 2.3.: You need distance

Hello! I’m back with the third scenario in the ‘You need distance’-series. I already posted the same scenario a few weeks back for Jin and Yoongi. I’ll upload it for the remaining members as soon as possible!

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Scenario

You and them are in a committed relationship, but for some reason you confront them about needing space and / or reconsidering your relationship.

angst / fluff / just a teeny tiny bit of smut

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it!

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3. Kim Namjoon

I’m waiting …, you text Kim Namjoon, typing angrily. Since you didn’t get to spend much quality time together lately, the two of you had made plans to meet at your favorite fancy restaurant for a romantic dinner. However, you had been waiting outside by yourself for almost half an hour by now, him nowhere to be seen, not replying to any of your text messages, not answering any of your calls. As usual … You know all too well why your inquiries about his whereabouts go unanswered. Namjoon must still be busy with work, most likely so bound up in writing the lyrics to this new song he and Yoongi are producing together that he isn’t even aware of standing you up right now. Where are you? Are you coming at all?, you send another futile message his way, sighing to yourself. It’s getting darker by the second and you’re shivering from the cold breeze, hugging yourself in the vain effort to contain some body heat. What a waste of time and effort. You had even dressed up for him, rummaged through your closet for hours in order to dig up that tight little black dress you wore to your first official date and that he loved so much on you. Only to freeze to death now, standing in the street all by yourself, looking pathetic. Three guys had already asked you if you wanted company, presumably out of pity, definitely not lightening your mood. Five more minutes, you keep telling yourself. I’ll wait for five more minutes. Maybe he’ll show up. Or at least text me back. Just five more minutes. And those five minutes feel like an eternity. Finally, they’re up. Still no sign of Namjoon. You check your phone and silently shake your head in disappointment. According to the messenger app he hasn’t even opened your texts yet. Eight of them already. Going unread and unanswered for over an hour. And not for the first time. This kind of radio silence is nothing new to you. Dropping off the face of the earth has become a habit of his lately. No, he’s not ignoring you on purpose, you try your best to persuade yourself. He must have lost track of time again. He would never intentionally give you the cold shoulder, that’s not his style. He’s still the sweet, caring, thoughtful and passionate guy you fell in love with almost two years ago. Just a little busier now. Your mind knows, all those things are most likely true, but your heart is a little harder to convince. It twists and aches with doubts. Doubts that have been building up over the course of the last few weeks and months, with Namjoon becoming more and more distant in a way you can’t quite put your finger on. You had long wanted to confront him about it but were reluctant to add to the pressure he was already under because of his responsibility towards BTS and the members, especially the younger ones, with Jungkook and his ambitious, reckless tendencies worrying him these days. But now it’s time. You won’t spend another sleepless night wondering if the man by your side has become weary of you. Okay, I’m leaving, you text him, your fingers stiff from the cold, already on your way to the studio. As expected, you find him there, a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging from the door handle. When you enter the room Namjoon doesn’t even notice. There he sits, headphones on, poring over a notepad, scribbling feverishly, his chin protruding in concentration. You can’t help but smile at this sight, your doubtful heart being overcome by a well-known, comforting warmth at the realization that this man, this talented, thoughtful, intelligent, beautiful, sexy man is yours – only for a brief moment, however, before you remind yourself why you’re here. Demonstratively you clear your throat, even twice, to make him aware of your presence, however Namjoon doesn’t seem to hear you. So you step up to him from behind, reluctantly touching his shoulder. Instantly, he spins around in his chair, eyes wide with bewilderment. „What the —“, he calls out, taking off his headphones, his loud, full voice echoing from the walls of the small room. He stops in the middle of his sentence, now obviously speechless at the sight of you in your skin tight black dress. „Wow, you look — Wait, were we …?“ You swiftly nod your head, your jaw clenching. His face twisted in disbelief Namjoon takes a quick look at his watch. „Damn, babe! I completely lost track of time! I had no idea it was this late already. Wait — So, our reservation?“ „I waited outside for over an hour. They wouldn’t let me take a seat since you’d made the reservation under your name. And the hostess politely pointed out to me how I’m not the first girl claiming I’m an idol’s secret girlfriend, so there went my credibility …“ „Oh, shit, babe, I’m so, so sorry!“, he exclaims and you can hear in his voice that he truly means it. Biting his lip, he looks up at you, conscience-stricken. „You must’ve been freezing outside. It’s gotten quite chilly.“ Quickly, he extends a hand and places it on your thigh, which is only enveloped in gauzy, transparent tights, to check your temperature. „Damn, your ice-cold! Come here, babe, let me warm you up, hm?“ With one of his strong hands he encircles your slim wrist, trying to pull you onto his lap, stopping, however, at your resistance. Questioningly, he raises an eyebrow. You merely free your arm of his tight grip and take a step back. „I’d rather go home and take a hot shower, Namjoon”, you finally muster up the courage to voice your concerns. “To be honest, I didn’t come here for make-up sex. I wanted to speak my mind bout something that’s been bothering me for a while now.” „Come on, y/n, it’s late and it’s not like I missed our anniversary or something. It was just a dinner. I’m still really, truly sorry I stood you up. But we’re here, now, together, so let’s make the best of it, hmm?“ The famous dimples are showing on his cheeks as he gives you a remorseful smile you are unable to return. He frowns at your cold expression. „It’s not just tonight, Namjoon. We haven’t been the same lately. It’s like you’re not fully present even when we’re together. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re becoming strangers. That you distance yourself from me for some reason I cannot grasp.“ „Babe, we just had shower sex this morning“, he reminds you, raising an eye brow, smiling cheekily. You can feel your face blush at the memory, but quickly shake it off. „That’s not what I meant, Namjoon. Don’t get me wrong, I love you and the way you appreciate my body, the way you make me feel confident and sexy. But lately it’s like that’s all you really do, all you care for anymore. I feel taken for granted, like you don’t put in much effort anymore, knowing that you have me now. You spend all your time at the dorm or the studio, practicing, producing, writing songs, doing videos or keeping an eye on the boys. Hell, I’m sure even the fans get more attention from you than I do!“ A broken, bitter laugh escapes your tightening throat. „Y/n, you know that’s not true“, he says in this low, deep bedroom voice of his that always, without fail, has your legs turn to jelly, even to this day. Right now as well. Nonetheless, you stay strong and pull back as he tries to get a hold of your wrist again. His fingers barely brush against your skin but you can still feel his heat, sending shivers through your body. You have to clear your throat before you can carry on with your speech, your mind set on getting these words off your chest once and for all. „Namjoon, you know I have utmost respect for your investment and hard work when it comes to BTS and your music, I really do. You’re a great and responsible leader and a talented rapper. But I just don’t see any of that attitude or effort in our relationship anymore, you know? It was there in the beginning, I remember it clearly. You used to surprise me with sweet gifts, flowers and crazy dates, and whenever something was on my mind you’d hear me out and we would find a solution together, even if it meant staying up all night. Daily you’d show me new music you had discovered or songs that made you think of me, and we’d read to each other until one of us fell asleep. But to me it seems like all you do these days is come see me to ‚get some‘ whenever you’re in the mood or need a distraction. Those long, deep talks at night or over coffee — we don’t have them anymore. I miss these things, you sharing your thoughts with me. Your mind and thoughtfulness were basically why I fell for you in the first place. And I’d hoped it was similar for you, that you saw more in me than a toned body and a pretty face, and that you’d keep the promises you made in those nights filled with philosophical conversations. That you loved me like no other woman before. And that you’d always be the best man you could be for me. However, lately I can’t help but wonder what’s gonna happen when another clever girl in good shape wearing red Converses comes along, at some fan sign or whatever. Will you abandon me and make those promises to her instead? Am I starting to bore you? Is that it? Am I too mundane for your taste? Do you need someone new, more exiting? Another idol maybe?“ You finally finish your monologue, your voice drowning in tears, while Namjoon simply stares at you, his expression blank. Embarrassed, you wipe away your tears, not caring about your make-up anymore. „I think we should take a break from each other, get some distance to become aware of our true feelings for each other“, you continue, hardly able to keep your voice from cracking.

Namjoon just stares at you, unmoving, his expression a mystery to you, hardening if you’re not mistaken. „Well, y/n, if that is really how you feel …”, he finally breaks the silence that had descended upon his studio. “If you truly believe all those things you just said, then you might be right. I had no idea I made you feel that way. Maybe some distance would indeed be best for us, to think this through.“ You can’t help but notice the hurt resonating in his voice and the sadness carried within his gaze. They surprise you. You had expected a different reaction, rage even, really anything but this. Instantly, your chest fills up with regret, making it almost impossible for you to breathe. You can hardly bear to look at Namjoons face, its soft features clearly reflecting the impact of your words, his strong shoulders sunken in discouragement. „You should probably leave now, y/n. I still have work to do and your hot shower awaits you at home, as I recall it. I will sleep here tonight.“ The sudden change in his tone feels like a punch to your gut, leaving you breathless, gasping for air, at a loss for words. As you look up, Namjoon’s face has become a stone-cold mask of indifference, seemingly unimpressed by your obvious anguish. Without another word, he turns around in his chair and puts his headphones back on. You do your best to stifle a sob as you turn to leave, Namjoon clearly not having anything left to say to you. As you make your way home, you’re not sure if it were his words or the silence following them that hurt you the most. That night you barely get any sleep at all. Your mind is restless, torturing you, playing your conversation with Namjoon on repeat. Even your body longs for him, missing his skin against yours, the tight hug of his long arms around your waist and his kisses on your neck. In a painful state between sleep and waking you toss and turn all night long, your heart aching in fear of having pushed Namjoon over the edge, of having lost him for good. Until … Still half asleep, you notice a presence, a familiar scent, that brings you back to your senses. When you open your eyes, he is there, right next to you. Namjoon, sitting on the edge of your bed, watching you, a fond smile curving his full lips, revealing his dimples, even visible in the dim light of early dawn falling in through the window. „Did I wake you?“, he asks, his voice low. You shake your head. „I wasn’t even really sleeping.“ „I couldn’t sleep, either. I was up all night, thinking about you, y/n, about what you said.“ „I didn’t mean it like that!“, you quickly cut him off before he can continue, sitting up now, taking his big, soft hands into yours. „I didn’t mean to say you’re superficial, Namjoon. I never believed that for a second! I was just …“ „It’s alright, y/n, sometimes we all say things we don’t actually mean. I, for example, didn’t mean to send you off like that earlier. But I was simply taken aback. And afraid I’d say something even more hurtful if you’d stayed any longer.“ Carefully, he takes a strand of your hair and tugs it behind your ear, then moving on to caressing your face, a longing look in his warm eyes. „I needed some time to myself tonight, even just a few hours“, he goes on to explain. „To clear my head, to try and understand where you were coming from. And, being completely honest with you and myself, I think you were right about most of what you said. It’s true that I haven’t been paying enough attention to you lately, and I’m deeply sorry for making you feel taken for granted, baby. Because you’re simply too good to be taken for granted. Hell, maybe even too good for me. And no woman in this entire world could ever replace you. You are unique and amazing, and I love every single thing about you, not just your body. Sure, you’re beautiful, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. But when I say that, I’m not just talking about your body. Appearances change over time. In the end, what truly counts are the inner values. And, babe, am I in love with your mind! The way you think, the way you express yourself and see the world … I have never met anyone so observing and caring. So, when I make love to you, it’s not just because I appreciate your hot body or your tight little ass. It’s because I appreciate the whole of you, inside and out. I’m sorry I couldn’t show that.“ Blinking away tears, you nod your head, afraid if you’d raise your voice to reply it would break. Namjoon simply looks down at you, his expression overflowing with affection, both his hands cupping your face now, a sweet smile letting his dimples show once again. The sight lets your heart skip a beat. „So, please, y/n, baby, can you forgive me? Can we try and make it work? I will do better, I will try and be more considerate of your feelings. We both know my busy schedule will make that difficult or even impossible at times, but I’ll try hard and make time for you and keep all my promises, nonetheless. As long as you’re all in, too, I know we can make it. What do you say?“ A single tear now running down your cheek, immediately being brushed away by his soft thumb, you nod your head again, biting your lip to stop it from shaking. „Yes. Yes, Namjoon, I want to make it work! Because I love you, I really do, more than anything. And I don’t want any distance. I realized that now. All I want is to be with you. I’m sorry I wasn’t patient enough.“ „It’s alright, y/n. Don’t blame yourself. Your reaction was perfectly reasonable. It takes two to tango. We were both at fault here.“ He leans in closer, looking you deep in the eye, the tip of his thumb gently tracing the shape of your lower lip. „And I love you, too. You mean more to me than you can imagine, and I’m far too aware of the blessing of having you in my life than to just let you go like that over some stupid argument. I love you and I want nothing more than to be with you. And I’ll continue to fight for us with all that I’ve got.“ In the twilit silence of the early morning hours, Namjoon seals his promise with a soft kiss before he lies down to fall asleep next to you, his strong arms holding you like no one else ever could.

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