#NamjoonFics

[yoonjinsgirl]

NamjoonxFem!Reader

Summary: Namjoon gets some bad leg pain and you are here to help him.

Genre: fluff, angst and suggestive.

Warnings: fic contains some swearing and is highly suggestive. please note all my writings are fictional and has nothing irl to do with any idol/person.

Taglist: Open

A/N: This one is inspired by joons recent deleted insta story. The day he deleted that story i had already seen it and the idea for this fic was already in my mind lol! I hope y'all enjoy this!💙

I'm just an amateur, I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please give your precious feedbacks, It would mean alot to me!!

Check my work until now: Masterlist💌

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𝓑𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷ᡴꪫ

It's 11.30pm and you are laying down on your bed scrolling instagram and waiting for namjoon to enter into your shared bedroom. Since you had a quarrel earlier the day and now not wanting to let your anger go away just like that, you keep waiting for him and decide you don't want to go check on what is taking him so long to come in. So you keep scrolling and in no time it's 12.30am already, you kept scrolling until you accidentally opened Namjoon's instagram story that he instantly deletes, that's when you throw both your phone and your anger away and immediately rush towards living room. As soon as you see him, you immediately kneel down near the couch where he was applying some crepe bandage to get some relief from the pain.

"Joonie what the fck! you should've called me for help! Omggg is it hurting too much? What did you even do this time! Last time you dropped weight on your foot! What did you do this time? When will you learn to take care of yourself joon? Now tell me what happened? Are you okay?" You shoot him dozens of questions as you panicked and almost on verge of crying watching the man covering both of his legs into a shop full of bandages. What did he even do to apply so many of them and how much painful it must be! Is all you could think about.

"Relax y/n" he said looking at your state and lifting your chin towards him, as soon as he saw you, he knew you would cry anytime now so he immediately panicked, "jagi shushhhhhh! love look at me! don't cry please! Don't worry it's nothing! Baby come here!" He opened his arms but you were frozen on your place, thinking how did he ended up getting hurt. so he held you gently and swiftly pulled you towards him and made you sit on his lap.

"Joonieeeee what are you doing? this way you'll get more hurt" you said as you tried to get up, but obviously he was more strong then you, so he pulled you back towards him, and now leaving no space between you two. His one hand holding your waist and another one wiping your tears away. "shushhhhhhh sweetheart don't cry! Listen to me I'm really okay my love! It's just that i overworked in gym and then i cycled my way to home.. so my legs are now paining that's it, I'm not hurt anywhere i promise. Now please don't cry!"

You hit him slightly on his chest "are you crazy joon! Why would you over work and then cycle your way to home, you know i can always come to pick you up! Now look what did you do to yourself! This is all my fault! I shouldn't have been so stubborn to not talk to you and should've called you myself! I'm telling you I'm such a dumbass bi.." before you could complete cursing yourself, joon pulled you in for a kiss to shut you, the kiss was soft and sweet in the beginning but soon it got desperate,deep and passionate! Showing how you both loved eachother, and how both of you mattered to each other and how even little distance could make you go absolute insane. Both of you not letting go, until both you ended up running of breathe.

You were sure that both of you could hear each other's heart beating fast then usual. Namjoon always knew how to calm you whenever you panicked or so, he was the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. Infact people would kill you to be in your place. So why did you both had a quarrel? Because he was frustrated over alot of things and things were getting hard on him and you couldn't see him like that, you could never see him losing his charm, losing himself in all the stress that came along with his team getting on a temporary break, with the loneliness he felt without his members. It would be a lie to call them members because they were his family! His brothers! And he loved them all so much, so did they all love him back. BTS wasn't like any regular group, they lived with eachother for the longest time! So much that Min Yoongi aka Suga aka Agustd won't stop Bragging about how they lived together for 13years now. And it always warmed your heart to see their bond.

But seeing joon all dull, looking unhappy and upset was not helping you to shut up, not like you felt out of love or you only loved his cheerful..happy side but you couldn't see the man you loved the most getting deeply affected by all the negativity and him getting hard on himself due to all work stress he was having. So this morning you tried to talk to him, but instead he just ended up misunderstanding you saying how you too were judging him just like everyone else and that you were not understanding how things were hard and it was getting hard for him to share how he felt! You knew that wasn't him but his stress speaking all that, so you tried to make him understand how that wasn't it and you were concerned about him and his health, and how he has lost his smile, that's when things went ugly he thought you too only loved his cheerful side so he just went on saying stuffs he shouldn't have and things went downhill untill you both decided to just leave the discussion in between and both left for work.

Tears once again filling your eyes as you remembered whatever happened in morning and you were clearly upset about how misunderstanding just created because of you and maybe you should have waited for him to share his problems. Joon immediately hugged you, trying to calm you down. "Baby listen to me i swear I'm fine my love" he said while he kept rubbing your back. "No jooniee it's not just that, even though it was unintentionally but still i hurt you in morning! I'm sorry i should've just give you the space you wanted! Maybe I'm so clingy with you! I'm.." "No y/n that's not true! And no i don't feel you are clingy, and even if you think you are then i love you being clingy to me!" He said while still rubbing your back to calm you down. "Only if i hadn't brought that topic up we wouldn't have ended up having fight joon! You even skipped your breakfast because of it and wait did you eat anything yet! Don't tell me you haven't eat anything since morning!" You asked him getting worried. He cupped your face, "y/n tell me only one thing before anything else! Did you eat anything?" You just remained silent. And nodded a no looking down. Because you weren't someone who would not eat food or would not feel hungry if you were having a bad day, but joon surely had an effect on you! You could never eat thinking what if he hadn't eat anything yet, and about dinner you always preferred to eat it with him, or having his presence next to you. Your dinner was always about chattering about how both of your day had went or watching something on tv. So how could you eat dinner without him, so you just cooked food and left it on dinning table for him to eat and went inside your room.

"Then tell me how would i eat? Now look at me ! You didn't do anything wrong y/n it was my fault, only if i would had shared with you how i felt or if i was having any trouble sharing things then none of this would take place. You've been nothing but a supportive, caring, loving and understanding partner to me y/n, when i realized my mistake i was so guilty that I couldn't text you or anything and not having a word from you made me anxious and i felt terrible for treating you badly this morning and that is why i ended up overworking and then cycling back to let my frustration out! I'm sorry y/n! The fact that only thinking of losing you from my life makes me insane, I really really love you y/n, you complete me as who i am!"

Listening to his honest confession made you emotional and you immediately hugged him and he hugged you back, "i too love you so so so muchhh joon! Not talking to you, staying away from you makes me insane! And when i saw your insta story i got worried, i could never see you in pain, because watching you hurt, it pains me joon! Because your pain is my pain ". Hearing you say so namjoon immediately tightens his grip around you, trying to stay as close to you as possible, as if you would fly away somewhere, but that was his way of letting you know how you were so much important to him and that you were precious to him.

Both of you stayed embracing each other for few more minutes untill you pulled yourself out of hug and got up suddenly making namjoon worried, and he too followed you, "baby what's.." "shushhhhhhh joonie! Sit down please!" you push him down on couch and kneel down beside him on the floor, "darling don't get me wrong but i didn't knew you were needy?" You could see blush crepted all over Namjoon's face and his dimple smile spread over his face.

"ehhhh!! what?" You glitch for a few seconds until you understand what he meant, "OMGG NAMJOON NO AISHH! you pervert!" You slightly hit him on his knees. "WHATT?? isn't that why you were kneeling?" "No you pervert! Omggg namjoon what do you think is going over here! Lmaooo help i can't with you" you say, watching Namjoon's confused face you throw yourself on floor laughing like a maniac.

"O joonieeee my love! i had kneel down to apply some relief balm on your legs and give them a quick massage, so you would get some relief from your muscle pain, and so that i can properly apply the bandages where it pained you. And not anything else you pervert! I need to tell army how we have always guessed right about you being way too over the top about your imagination, mr expensive guy". "Aaaahhhhhhhhh! wtf y/n! shut up omggg you are no less! Stop listening to that song now!" Namjoon said while trying to process everything. While you could only laugh and enjoy.

"Try me if you could" you said while controlling your laugh and giving him a playful wink. "Yahhhh aishhhhh you pervert minded girl! I won't leave you today! Wait I'll show you how i can stop you" namjoon said getting up from the couch. Getting the hint you get up to run away as joon ran behind you to chase you, before you knew anything, you hear joon scream and you immediately rush towards him concerned, "omggg joon I'm so sorr..." and without letting you finish your sentence nor wasting any moment he lifts you up in his arms, "omggg fuk your sexy brain!" You cursed as you realize how you just fell into joon's trap. "Oh you're absolutely welcomed to do so my love". namjoon replied while having a silly smile and smirk on his face. While you hide your face in his chest, thinking how silly you are to fall into his trap. And feeling all shy thinking about what he just said.

He carries you to the kitchen and makes you sit on the kitchen counter,

"I thought someone was having leg pain" you said.

"I thought someone was just challenging me to try them"

He replied with a smirk on his face, while holding you close and leaning towards you. You close your eyes thinking he's going to kiss you but instead he takes the pan from the shelve next to you, that's how you again ended up making fool of yourself and gaining a laugh from him, "what were you thinking..you pervert minded girl! I always knew you and armys are always cooking all the wrong stuff in your heads, I'm just an innocent man" he said while making a small pout.

At this point you were actually amused by how this man just just pulled a whole uno reverse card on you. Not like you're a dumb headed or anything, it's just how this man has his effect on you! You could never win over him or could never resist him and how even could anyone resist KIM NAMJOON! so everytime you tried to win, his charm would do some kind of spell over you!

Suddenly reality hitting you hard as you saw joon with pan in his hands,

"OMG NO AISHH! YOU AIN'T COOKING KIM NAMJOON! STAY AWAY FROM MY KITCHEN!" You screamed.

"C'mon that's not big of deal y/nieee" he said while cutely pinching your cheeks and give you a sweet kiss on both side of your cheek.

"YOU!" you tried arguing with namjoon, trying to fight with your blushed faced. "What baby" namjoon said innocently.

"Joonie just side away okay! I'll just heat up the food, you go and sit and get some rest love, you anyways would be having work tomorrow!" You said as you took over the pan from joon's hand and started heating the food you had prepared earlier for dinner but none of you had ate.

"Umhuhhh! I'm not going anywhere!" He said as he hugged you from behind. "Infact I'm not going anywhere tomorrow too", he said as he leaned in whispering with his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not leaving you alone never ever and especially not on weekends" he said while placing small kisses all over your half visible face, down to your neck.

👩: "Joon"

🐨: "Hmnn"

👩: "Food is ready to eat"

🐨: "But I'm already eating my food"

👩: "Joon"

🐨: "Yeee"

👩: "What about me? What shall i eat?"

He turns you around pulling you into a kiss. "Mine everything is yours baby" joon said replying you.

"So i see that you are already full hmnn! Well i guess then I'll put all the food back into the fridge" you say teasingly.

"Aniyaa! aishh! No baby you've worked so hard on preparing meals! C'mon let's eat first hehe" he said as he helped you carry the food to the table.

You laughed at how adorable this man could be! It won't be entirely wrong to say he's just a small baby trapped in a big body! But the duality he carries is insane, you smile at how lucky you were to be able to have find him and be with him. No matter how longday any of you had at work, no matter if you had fights or arguments, you both always would end up next to eachother, laughing, smiling, loving and appreciating eachother more than before. Because you knew, it was impossible for both of you, to see any of you in pain, because the day both of you fell in love you knew that, 'your pain was his pain and similarly his pain was yours'.

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So guys here was my first proper fic for joon, the first one being a text post! So did you guys liked it? I hope you all did! I had been inactive for a while due to my eye infection and trust me y'all i have so many ideas to write fics, so I'll be uploading them soon!💕

stay tuned and please look forward to next part of my ongoing 🐱 mini series as I'd promise I'll update next part on time guys, which is very soon. Check mini series here💌

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Categories I write for are: Oneshot/imagines/reaction, scenarios, thoughts, text post, drabbles and timestamps.

So if you've requests pls go on and submit it! I'll be happy to write one.💜

[mintxseesaw]

☽ scars grow flowers masterlist.

It’s an arranged marriage story featuring namjoon & Ruhaani (oc), of how they both find love despite the trauma that they went through.

CEO! namjoon, wife! Ruhaani, arranged husband! Namjoon, arranged wife! Ruhaani, mentions of self - harm, escapism (usage of alcohol), trauma from family, dysfunctional family, sweetheart namjoon, flirtatious namjoon, shy! Ruhaani, homemaker! Ruhaani, use of foul language & the use of word ‘fuck’, possessive joon, cheesy joon, protective joon, lots of communication, slow burn,

(I will add more tags as I work on this story)

Soft dom Namjoon, lots of kissing & making out, hickies & bites, marking, praise kink, size kink, switch joon, shy ruhaani, Ruhaani dressing up, and then later being undressed by namjoon, cock warming, fingering, oral (female recieving), food play (strawberries+ whipped cream), a bit of bandage, mirror sex (kinda), impregnation kink, joon teaching her *bad* things, passionate union after being sexually frustrated, virgin Ruhaani, namjoon kissing her scars, Ruhaani kissing joon’s forehead every chance she gets, namjoon kissing her neck often, breast play, namjoon loves her breasts, skin worship? Is that a thing?, Corruption king namjoon (I was about to write kink, but then why not?), Namjoon obsessed with ruhaani’s body, cowgirl position, panty sniffing (namjoon likes it nasty) [I’m blushing 🙈], exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, namjoon with a big heart, (no, i’m not adding that, you already know that, don’t you? Namjoon helping her to love herself more, namjoon likes to bite her a lot, mark her, more to be added later...

Excerpts.

Prologue.

Chapter one.

Chapter two.

Chapter three.

Chapter four.

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[namjoonchronicles]

therapy • nj

↳ pairing namjoon, you

↳ genre drama, fluff, psychological

↳ words 900

↳ warnings none

Buses stops and go, but you never got on any of them too endorsed in the view of a statue standing across the road, finding the difference between you and it. The road is wet from the drizzling rain that’s been pouring since the last two hours. You don’t hear a word, if people were talking, you just stared at the statue realising how similar you are.

It stood there, lifelessly, but exists.

Time passes, like the last time you were here and people walk by, never seeming to notice the statue. You wondered just how many people notice you even being around. Just like that statue, standing in the rain, you were remarkably, unseen.

There’s comfort in it. There’s also discomfort.

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Did you miss the bus again? - Husband

Yes, but this time, willingly. You needed a moment alone in your thoughts. Not long after that, a bus comes to a stop and you got on.

The earth’s smell when it just stopped raining. The scent that arises when the grasses were cut. Soothing. It has been awhile since you noticed these. That the sky have different hues of blue and the clouds. There’s so many people around in that bus. People say sorry and move on with their day. That’s how it has always been.

The view of the street from a moving bus always gives you a sense of calm. You don’t think there would be people out there who understood how you feel. That you like these little things no one notices, just like how they don’t notice you. Why is today so melancholic. Everything brings you back to the emotions you thought you’ve erased. Now you’re not so eager to forget. You’re trying to remember how it all felt. What it was like to love, what it was like to be  anticipated, what it was like to have someone wanting to know you.

Your card beeped open at the front door and you heard him waddling down the hallway at the sound of you taking off your pumps.

“Took you awhile,” Namjoon helps to hang your bag on the hook, “I started a new book, I’m sorry I didn’t reply as quick.”

You didn’t respond and just walked into your bedroom.

“Can I... take your make-up off, immediately?” Namjoon stammered. You nodded. He settled on the floor next to the bed and put a pillow on his lap where you could lay your head on. It was his favourite thing to do at the end of the day. He could erase all the colors of your face and see you for you. He is careful and gentle. When he fetches for the cotton pads, and the make up remover liquid, he does it methodically. Like a doctor preparing for surgery. Articulate, nimble fingers, carefully curved and applied pressure just enough to cast those eyeshadows off.

Little by little, your skin color reveals themselves. His eyes fixated on each resemblance of the soul he loves. He counts your eyelashes, one-by-one, erasing the mascara. The concealer above the scars and dark circles you shamefully hid from the world. The blushers that mimic a healthy skin tone, gone with a swipe. Namjoon leans down to brush his lips on those very skin he had wiped clean. Those dark circles. Those scar under your skin. Every imperfection, every spots, he presses his lips and linger as long as he thought needed.

It’s a way of him telling you that he saw these things you called flaws, and love them still.

Last but not least, your lipstick. He takes extra time, extra care for his most favourite part of your face. As he erase the colors, a tear fell from the corners of your eyes, staining the pillowcase. He thumbed those pearls and nuzzles his nose on yours.

“Bad day?”

You couldn’t say anything else and just nod.

“I got you...”

Namjoon draws you a bath. Take you out of the bathroom and wrapped you in a warm towel. Helps you brush your teeth. Pulls the blanket up to your chin, turned the lights off. You watch him fetch your clothes from the floor and put them in the laundry basket. He takes them to the laundry room and helped you wash.

“You have the doctor’s appointment tomorrow...” he looks through your phone, “Did you take your pills?”

You must have drifted to sleep before you could answer. The nurse calls your name and smiled at you when you stood up.

Dr. Lee invites you to sit.

“How are you?” “I am alright...”

“Are you taking your medications?” “Yes.” You threw the whole bottle in the toilet and flush it down.

“Is your imaginary lover still around? What was his name...” “His name is lonely... or Namjoon.”

“Yes yes. Is he still there?” “No.”

Some people have to create their own therapy. The way that should work, didn’t. Why is the one way that did, considered wrong? Why did it made someone insane?

You were at the bus station alone. The messages never came. You entered your home alone. Draw yourself a bath. Wrapped yourself in towels. Did your own laundry. And removed your own make-up, pretending Namjoon is here to love you when you can’t love yourself.

You know he’s not real. You’re sane enough to know he’s not real. But sometimes. Sometimes.

Sometimes you wished he was. God, you wished he was.

[noelleydances]

Hands down my FAVORITE soulmate au that I have I read so far. I’m pretty sure that there are so many great ones out there, but damn this will always have a special place in my heart. On top of that, its my ultimate bias!? YES PLEASE.

YN’s situation was explained perfectly, and there wasn’t any need to be super detailed about it. The explanation was so straight to the point, but delicate at the same time. I bet its tricky to write about an OC with a disability, because I believe that requires education and research on the writer’s end. Also Namjoon is the perfect soulmate to tell you “YOU’RE PERFECT” and “THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU.” I’ve seen so many people be extremely cruel to those with disabilities, so my heart clenched when she HAD to explain why she was afraid of what her soulmate would think of her. That to me is extremely realistic.

My heart was bursting 😍😩 and it still does no matter how many times I have read this (I lost count after 5.) Also, that smut🥵😅😻🤤

Love is beautiful no matter what language is used. Thank you for always reminding us of this @rmnamjoons 💜

Love Language [KNJ]

summary: Exactly one year before one meets their soulmate, their love’s first words spoken to them appear as a tattoo on their wrist. When Namjoon’s tattoo appears, however, it’s not of words, but of the most beautiful set of eyes he’s ever seen.

pairing: Namjoon x reader

genre: smut, fluff, soulmate au

word count: 14k

tags: soft dom namjoon, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, just a little bit rough, overstimulation, first time, spanking (only a little), loving possessiveness (i.e. lots of “you’re mine” during sex), like 10k of this is just smut

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[whichwaytowonderlandep]

Every Little Part Of Me | Ch. II

Pairings: (Namjoon/Reader) (Taehyung/Reader)

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut

Words: 5,839

Tags: shower sex, blowjob (male receiving), fingering, male masturbation, high school, stalker au, yandere au, husband au, college au

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Chapter Two

You woke up to the sound of the shower turning on and the bed sheets still warm from where Namjoon had been laying on only minutes before. You stretch out your limbs in all directions, you take a look around at the room as a smile suddenly appears on your face as memories of last night start to appear very vividly in your mind. It had been too long since you had a morning with your husband, way too long.

You stand up, letting some of the sheets that were once protected you from the cold air as you start walking towards the bathroom as the music starts to play and Namjoon’s voice echoes through the door as he joins in — slightly off-rhythm.

He might not be the most gifted in the singing department, but he always sang from the heart and that’s what you loved the most about his little karaoke sessions.

You slowly sneak your way into the bathroom, giggling to yourself as you’re met with Namjoon’s ass staring back at you through the glass door as he washed out the shampoo in his hair. “I’m on my way!” Namjoon screams loudly along with the song. The giggle that you had been trying to suppress comes out the moment you see him begin to dance.

Namjoon quickly turns around, a giant smile on his face as he finds you doubling over in laughter. The thin blue satin sheet around you and that beautiful smile on your face. “What?” Namjoon asks, his hands moving his hair back. “You don’t like my singing?” He jokingly says, pulling open the glass door and pulling you closer to him. “I thought I was doing a hell of a job!”

“Wait, no. Stop!” You laugh out loud as he wraps his arms around your waist, feeling the hot water surround you in mere seconds as you pulled underneath the running shower. “Now that’s way better!” Namjoon mumbles as he walks closer to you, pinning you against the black marble wall. The bedroom sheet now soaking on the shower floor as the two of you look at each other as if you were still in the honeymoon phase.

“You’re going to be late” you mumble, feeling your cheeks get red as his hands caress the sides of your naked body.

“I don’t mind, I don’t care.” Namjoon smirks, his hands gripping onto your waist as he pulls you closer. You could feel his penis begin to get hard against your lower stomach. “Who know you would be happy to see me so early in the morning” you giggle, leaving a peck on his lips.

His plump lips suddenly envelops yours and you feel that this is the most attention he had given you in months. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him back before the kiss as one of his hands slid between your thighs and a finger is filling you up.

“Oh Shit!” You can’t help the breathy word from escaping your lips. Last night was one of the best nights you’ve had in a long time and now, the same fire that your husband had in his eyes last night has ignited. You still felt overly sensitive from when he had plowed, so the feeling of his fingers filling you up once again made your pleasure burst all over your body.

You hear him chuckle against your ear as he begins to scissor his fingers. You try to get a hold of yourself, your nails digging into his shoulder as you try to hold yourself up — when he begins to curl his fingers and your thighs close tightly against your hand, trapping him there.

“When was the last time we had sex in the shower, huh?” He whispers, biting at your left ear. “I’m sure the last time was when we moved in and decidedly christen the entire house that very night.” Namjoon points out, moving his hands out of you before wrapping them around your waist. “I think it’s time for a renewal, don’t you?” He grunts, the hot water moving down your back making you relax against the shower wall.

You haven’t seen this man in a while. The sexy, funny and caring guy you had fallen in love with in the first place. Namjoon was always a bit too busy as of late to sit down for dinner, to take you out on dates, to even getting home after you had fallen asleep only to find that he had already left for work.

His eyebrows furrow as he sees you looking off into the distance, “What are you thinking about?” Namjoon asks, a caring tone now replacing the sultry one he had. He runs his thumb across your cheek, wiping the drops of water from your face. “What could be more important than right now?”

You look back up into his eyes, a fond smile appearing on your face as you move closer to him. “Nothing…” Your arms wrapping around his neck as he looks down at you, his own arms moving around your waist as both of your naked bodies are pressed against one another.

You can feel his hard member pressing against the inside of your thigh as your hand reaches up to caress his left cheek.

“I’ve really missed this” You whisper against his lips, softly pecking his own before you pull him into a soft kiss — his lips molding against yours. It’s been way way to long since you had a moment like this with your husband. Namjoon pulls away from your lips reluctantly , instead choosing to place his forehead against yours as the two of you sway from side to side under the warm water.

“You don’t have any classes to teach today?” Namjoon asks, finally pulling away from you as he continues to wash himself. Your hand grips onto the loofah in his hand, brushing it against his chest as his eyes never leave your face. Namjoon couldn’t help but stare at the way the hair that was sticking out from your messy bun, now wet and sticking to your neck.

Your hands keep moving down his body, moving his hips as his own large ones, grab onto yours. Namjoon pulls you closer to his body, the soap easily transferring to your body before he’s pushing you under the cascading warm water.

“When did you get even more beautiful?” Namjoon asks, brushing his nose against yours. His hands slid down to your ass, cupping your cheeks in his large hands as he places small soft kisses to your collarbone. You felt him push against you, his member now rubbing against your lower lips as he has you moaning against his wet shoulder.

You could feel him sucking at your skin, no doubt leaving a trail of marks behind — claiming your skin. Namjoon has always been the quiet type during sex, rather focusing on making you cum than on talking. His eyes always did most of the talking. The hooded, dark look he gave you moments before he hooks one of his arms around your thigh and plunged into you was enough to let you know he wanted to ruin you.

You moan out loud, nails scratching at his back as he doesn’t stop his hard thrusts — instead they become faster and harder, making the leg keeping you up wobble with the assault. You feel him take a hold of your other thigh, pushing you against the wall as he holds you up — the new position allowing him to thrust deeper and faster  into you.

Namjoon lets out a long groan as he stays nestled inside of you. His lips meet yours in a frenzy, “I wish we could stay like this for a little while longer” he whispers against them.

He pulls away, adjusting his grip on you before he begins plowing into you. The feeling of it being too much for you to take before your stomach is tightening and you’re feeling yourself come undone around him.

Namjoon doesn’t stop, continuing his unrelenting thrusts into you — panting into your ear. He missed the feeling of being inside of you, of hearing you whimper his name as you moan louder than the sound of the shower still falling on top of the two of you. “I love you” Namjoon grunts out as he gives out one final thrust, burying himself inside you - filling you up with his cum, holding you close as both of your heart beats return back to normal.

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The sounds of the two of you wake Taehyung up before his alarm had any time to make any noise at all. He stays laying in bed, hearing you scream out for more. He lets out a loud side as he moves to lay on his back, his hand going down to brush against his growing erection.

To make matters worse, the screaming and moaning only got louder — if he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought you were a porn star giving it her all for some video somebody forget to pause on the computer.

He smacks his lips together, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before getting up from the bed. The prominent boner inside his sweatpants standing to attention as he makes his way towards the bathroom. The dream he had been having and the very sexy noises coming from down the hall, not helping the situation one single bit. But that didn’t stop him from imagining very vividly what he saw last night. Taehyung stood in front of the mirror, scratching at his bare chest - his hair sticking up in all random directions as he closes his eyes. The image of you laying on your back, with a look of ecstasy coming back to haunt him as soon as he does. It doesn’t really bother him though, as the thought of him being the cause of that face and those noises made his penis twitch with nothing but anticipation.

He does the only thing he could think of doing in that moment, he shoves a hand down his sweatpants.

He grabs his hard and warm at his member as he lets out a loud sigh at the contact of his cold hand on him. He can’t help as his mind goes back to last night, his hand moving slowly up and down as he tries to imaging you whimpering out his name, his hips thrusting slowly into his hand as he begins to move his hand faster at the thought of having your soft, kissable lips around him - moaning around his member as your sucking him off But for Taehyung, slow has always meant boring. So it wouldn’t take long before he was gripping your hair harsly and face fucking you into certain oblivion - hearing you gagging around him as spit would start to drip down your chin and onto your naked breasts.

Taehyung lets out a muffled moan as he leans abruptly with one hand on the counter, the hand around his member going quicker as he feels his balls tighten at what his imagination can conjure up. It was one last moan he heard as you climaxed in the other room that had pushed him to the edge. Taehyung found himself exploding his load all over the sink counter, his heaving breathing now the only sound filling the room.

He brings his hand up to eye level, looking at the strings of cum on his hand, wishing you were there you lick it all up. Taehyung doesn’t hear the two of you any longer as he moves to kick off the sweatpants still hanging around his ankles.

He didn’t want to be there, he didn’t want to repeat a grade just because he had wanted to have some fun in his last year — he wanted to get a job and get his shit together. It still didn’t mean it was okay for his mother to just call up a random relative and dump her only son on them so she could go and travel around the world with her new boyfriend. He didn’t speak much to her after that, just grunts and glares were being thrown in her direction.

He slowly makes his way towards the kitchen, dressed in his old school uniform — not having had the chance to buy the new one. The house looking much brighter as the windows let in all of the morning’s natural light. He guesses that it wouldn’t be too bad, at least his uncle was rich and he wasn’t going to be living in a hole in the wall. He still wasn’t going to be acting nice about it.

Taehyung’s eyes meet your figure first, the apron you wore showing the curves that were hidden by the oversized hoodie you were wearing. The sound of you softly singing to yourself brought a small smile to his face, only to have him wipe it off before you had a chance to see him. There was something about you that brought him some sense of security — he felt somewhat comfortable around you and he wanted to explore why he felt that way around you.

You could feel a pair of eyes burning into your back, instinctively making you look behind you to spot the tall and moody nineteen-year old. “Hey! Good Morning!” You greet him, a giant and welcoming smile on your face as you dry off your hands as you turn to face him — you were hoping he was a little bit more agreeable with eating than he was last night.

“Do you want some breakfast?” You ask Taehyung, watching the younger man linger about the kitchen entrance. He was dressed in his black and grey school uniform and the same dark blue bag he had with him yesterday handing on his shoulder. “I can make you some banana and chocolate chip pancakes, if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes” you continue, waving the spatula in your hand around.

“Sure” Taehyung says giving in as he feels his stomach rumbling in hunger before he takes a seat at the table, his eyes looking at you curiously as you begin making food for him. You smile happily as you finally feel like he was beginning to feel more comfortable around you, the smell of your homemade cooking making him feel warm inside. His mother never really having the time to sit down and make him food of any kind — it was an appreciated gesture.

“Hey, man!” A cheery voice startles him with a hit on the back of his shoulder, making him jump in his chair. “Good to see you! Look a lot taller now than the last time I saw you!” Namjoon smirks at him, moving to stand behind you. Taehyung watches with a glare as the taller man’s hands wrap around your waist, placing a kiss on your already beautiful red cheeks.

Namjoon makes his way to the other side of the counter, pouring himself a cup of fresh coffee before sitting right next to Taehyung. He looks at the younger boy with curiosity, seeing so much resemblance from his younger sister in such a small glance, even if it was in the way he acted or the way his eyes sent him little glares every now and then. Yup, the boy in front of him was definitely a mirrored image of his little sister.  

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be here yesterday to welcome you and see Hyuna again after so long” Namjoon speaks up, stopping to smile a thanks up at you as you place a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of him. “I was caught up at work again.”

Taehyung looks at the man next to him, nodding a thanks to you as you also place a plate in front of him— you had even gone out of your way to make the chocolate chips in the shape of a smiley face with whipped cream as hair. He didn’t see Namjoon get any of that.

He hadn’t seen Namjoon since he was a little boy, he doesn’t even remember the man at all and if he was being honest, he couldn’t bother to get to know the man at all. He didn’t care enough to do it.

“Eat up” you smile at Taehyung, your hand brushing against the back of his left shoulder, unknowingly sending a shock down the younger boy’s spine, as you gesture to the plate you place in front of his as you took your own seat at the table beside Namjoon. Taehyung glanced shyly at you sitting in front of him, obliging with your subtle command as he begins eating. Sending you small glances in secret as he thought of the spark he felt when your hand touched his skin. He decided then and there that he really wouldn’t mind getting to know you better.

He knew you hadn’t been prepared to have him stay at your home, you were as surprised as he was that morning and yet, you had been nothing less of welcoming and even he dare say, motherly towards him. He liked that about you. He wanted to know more about you.

“Do you need a ride to school?” Namjoon interrupts his thoughts as he finishes shoving the last bite of his pancakes into his mouth, he gives him one look having forgotten the man was even sitting there in the first place. He silently responds by shaking his head no, shoving more food into his mouth as he notices you giving him another one of your warm glances as you take yours and Namjoon’s plate towards the kitchen sink.

“You should take him up on that offer, actually.” You cut in, “You still don’t know the way to school and it’s better to not be late on your first day” you suggest, looking at the two men in front of you looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Plus, it will be a chance for the two of you to get to know each other better” You shrug, walking back to the table as you place a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder as you lean against him. The two of you missing the way Taehyung’s eyes harden the moment there is even the slightest bit of contact between the two of you. “Come on, guys! It’ll be fun!” You try to sound a little bit more encouraging as you look between the two of them with a goofy smile on your face. “You haven’t seen each other in so long and the ride is only for twenty minutes, give or take.”  

Taehyung and Namjoon look at each other for a second before silently nodding in agreement - knowing that it will make you happy, neither of them had the heart to refuse your request.

After they both finish their breakfast in silence, Namjoon makes quick to give you a peck on the lips before moving to pick up his briefcase. Taehyung watching the two of you interact as he throws his bag over his shoulder, he hesitates to leave without saying goodbye to you but he does anyway as he follows his uncle out of the kitchen.  

You follow them out, watching from the garage door as they both got into Namjoon’s car without speaking a word to each other and sighing to yourself. “What the hell am I doing?” You mumble to yourself as you move back into the kitchen to do the dishes.

//

The two men sat in complete and utter silence, the sound of the engine running the only thing that could be heard as Namjoon drove down the road. He bites at his bottom lip as he taps his hands lightly on the steering wheel, the silence becoming a bit too uncomfortable for his taste.

Namjoon looks over at his nephew, watching the younger gazed out the window in utter boredom. “So, Taehy-“

“I heard you guys fucking this morning.” Taehyung’s voice cuts through the silence in the car. “Very loudly, too” he frowns as he remembers your sweet moans echoing through the hallways of the large house, the feeling making his member twitch in his plaid school plan. “Would’ve been nice if my own alarm clock woke me up instead.” He bites at his bottom lip as he moves to look straight at the window instead.

Namjoon’s cheeks turned bright red, eyes widening in embarrassment as he clears his throat. “Sorry you had to hear that, it’s not very often that I’m home, and...and why am I explaining myself to you…” He clears his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed to being heard in his most intimate moment. It’s not his fault if he was already used to having you and the house all to himself. “I’ll make sure you never have to hear about that ever again, we will make sure to keep it down next time.”

“Oh I don’t mind” Taehyung shrugs as a smirk appears on his lips, his eyes choosing to look out the window as Namjoon eyes widen in shock at the thought of what he meant by that. Not that the younger was going to tell him. “Hyuna already had ‘the talk’ with me a few years back. I know how people procreate.”

“I’m sure she did. I’m happy to know that’s one less thing I have to do” Namjoon mumbles to himself as the sits up straighter, hands clutching the steering wheel as he wishes for the cars in front of him to hurry up and move.

“Yeah, I know all about sex and every little thing it takes to make a woman feel good. It’s usually my hands they go crazy for.” Taehyung smirks once more as he raises his right hand in between the two of them, wiggling his fingers. Almost bursting into laughter as his uncle refuses to even look at him in the eye.

In Taehyung’s mind, this was one point for himself and zero for Namjoon on the scoreboard.

The silence once again enveloped the two of them as they get nearer to the school. Namjoon feeling more uncomfortable than he had ever felt in his life. “Uh…” The oldest of the two isn’t even able to get a word out before the school had come into view and  his nephew was out the door before the car even came to a full stop. Not giving him a glance as he started walking towards the school gates.

“Great, I get stuck with the fucking weirdo. Thanks little sis” Namjoon mumbled under his breath, shaking his head as he drives off. He doesn’t even know why he agreed in taking him in in the first place, but when his sister called out of nowhere and said she needed some help all he could do was react in the most appropriate way.

His eyes glance towards the gate once more before he was pulling away. “Well, I definitely regret that decision.” He says to himself, brushing off his nephews odd behavior, he knew the kid would act up with the new house and move his mother had sprung onto him out of nowhere. So yeah, this kind of behavior was expected. He just hopes the kid doesn’t pull that kind of stunt with you. You wouldn’t take it as kindly as he just did.

//

“You must be Kim Taehyung!” Some random kid stops him before he enters through the school’s front doors. “I’m Lilah, I’m your class president and your guide for the day!” Her overly happy tone making him furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. He could feel a small headache forming as the girl took a hold of his forearm and began dragging him towards what he’s guessing is his new classroom.

“You’re going to like it here! We have plenty of clubs you could join as well as one of the best athletic departments in the city!” Lilah continues on and on about the academics of the school and introducing everybody they pass as Taehyung only drowns her voice out. “You look like you play some basketball” She giggles.

They stop in front of a classroom full of students, “This is our classroom, we have a history class first so just pick any sit and wait for the teacher to arrive” Lilah smiles brightly before pushing him into the classroom. He stands by the door as he takes as look around the half-full classroom. His hand gripping his bag tightly as he ignores the looks the other students were giving him, knowing that the whispering was more than likely directed at him.

Taehyung looks around the room, eyes trained on one of the empty chairs in the back - avoiding the chorus of hello’s being thrown in his direction. He took his seat, laying his head on the desk, wishing the ground would finally swallow him up and end his suffering. He was not ready to go through his last year once again. It was moments like these were he really regretted fucking things up. He could’ve been done with all of this bullshit already.

“You’re the new kid, right?” A voice interrupts his almost thirty seconds of sleep, making him look up with weary and squinty eyes at the male in front of him. “I’m Jungkook, your new desk mate” He smiles shyly, getting his books out of his own bag. Puts them on top of his desk with a thud, startling Taehyung as he moves to open them. “What’s your name? Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at the man beside him, smiling softly at the little glare the latter was sending his way. “I see you’re the strong, silent type.” He chuckles looking back down at his books, “I’m guessing we are going to be the best of friends.”  

Taehyung rolls his eyes, sitting back on his chair as the teacher finally arrives. The class quieting down in seconds, giving the taller boy a chance to finally take a look at the rest of his classmates. His eyes catch those of the girl from earlier, already having forgotten her name, giving him a shy smile as she gets caught. Jungkook’s doe eyes stare at the man beside him, smiling softly at the little glare the latter was sending his way. “I see, you’re the strong silent type, I think this may be the start of a very beautiful and awkward friendship!” Jungkook smiles as looks at the other annoyed face, Taehyung looking out the window wishing he was anywhere but here. Even being back home, with his own lifelong friends.

//

After the boys had left you had decided to finish cleaning up the rest of the dishes and moving back into your bedroom to finish grading the papers you had left. You were glad to have taken fridays off from the classes that you taught. You were thankful for past you for being lazy enough to make you take on only three classes.

It was now well past noon and you stood in front of your latest painting — frowning at the way it turned out. It was supposed to be an old dream you had a couple of days ago, it kept playing in the back of your mind non-stop and you needed to get it out the only way that you could — through your paintings. You hate that you put feelings into your work, it makes it so much harder to like the finishing results. You throw the brush down in the bucket of water you keep at your side, brushing your hands on your filthy apron as you make your way out of your art room.

It doesn’t take you long until you’re standing back in your bedroom, pulling your hair up in a ponytail as you look around the dirty clothes messing up your room. Memories from last night, filling your mind causing you to smile like a little school girl. You take it upon yourself to tidy things up, starting with your side of things as you pick up what’s left of your pajamas and Namjoon’s clothing as you shove them into the hamper in the bathroom. You check most of the pockets, finding loose change and old receipts to restaurants. It’s gotten to the point where you really need tell him to empty his pockets before throwing them in the hamper.

Your hand moves into the pocket of the pants he wore last night, gripping onto a small plastic card you assume to be a credit card. Your eyebrows furrow as you finally pull it out, the golden fancy letters on the solid blue background spelling out on the room key— Nicholson Hotel.

Your tilt your head in confusion as you flip it over in your hand, throwing the clothing back into the hamper as you pick up his white dress shirt. Knowing that the hotel was kinda close to your house.

“Why would he even have this? It’s only 20 minutes from his desk to his own bed…” you mumble to yourself, not giving it a second thought as you place it on the counter in front of you. It took you too long to realize the smudge at the back of the back of the blue collar was red lipstick.

You feel your body heat up as you try to figure out what the hell was happening even when the very obvious thing was staring at you right in the face. You feel a strange twinge in your chest as your eyes begin to water. You blink rapidly as you throw Namjoon’s shirt into the hamper, wringing your hands as you look around at the room in confusion.

You let out a shaky breath as you move away in confusion. Thoughts flooding through your mind as you wipe away the tears. You finish putting the rest of the clothes in the hamper, hurrying to throw the hotel room key into one of your drawers in the bedroom. To keep it safe.

You can’t be jumping to conclusions just yet. No, you’ve got to keep your head — you don’t have all the pieces to this puzzle, yet.

You move into the living room, feeling the empty house becoming too much for you as the silence starts to creep into your thoughts - the darkness becoming a little too much for you as your hand begins to scratch at your right forearm. Your gaze staring into nothingness as you feel your consciousness drifting off into wonderland.

You should’ve picked up more classes in the week — feeling bored and lonely being cooped up in your home for most of the time. It wasn’t fair that you had nothing to do at your age but sit at home and wait for your husband like some1950’s wife.

You had never felt so lonely until now.

//

Taehyung lets out a deep breath as he steps back into the quiet house. The sky had turned completely dark as the young man decided it was time to go back to the place with the free wi-fi and the good looking housewife, he had spent most of his time exploring around the city around the school and spending the allowance his mother left him in the first video game arcade he saw. But as the sound coming from his stomach got louder and the money in his pocket got low, he had no choice but to go back to his new prison.

He could very well stay out the entire night with his old camera, taking pictures of anything and everything he could get his hands on making the two of you worried sick wondering where he was. But he didn’t think either of you care enough about him yet. He takes off his shoes, pushing them towards the side as he takes off his earphones, the loud music still blaring into the dark and empty room. Where they not even here? - Taehyung thinks to himself, scoffing as he heads into the kitchen and drops his bag on the counter with a loud thud. He goes straight to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and finishing most of it in one gulp.

Taehyung walks around the counter moving to turn on the living room light — thinking that the room would also be empty but he jumps in sudden surprise as he sees you sitting on the couch; staring into nothingness. You don’t notice him as he sits beside you, waving a hand in front of your face. “Why are sitting alone in the dark?” Taehyung’s deep voice startled you out of your trance as he moves to stand in front of you.

You glance up at him, sending what you to be a warm smile in his direction. “Oh, nothing… I was just thinking…” you trail off as you take in a deep breath, standing up with a hop as you move towards him. “You must be hungry, would you like something for dinner? I can cook for you”

“No, I’m fine.” Taehyung’s dead tone fills the room as he makes his way out of the room, leaving you nodding to yourself. You bite at your bottom lip as you follow him into the kitchen. “Seriously, it’s no bother.” You reassure him, “I know you didn’t really have a lot to eat last night, you must be a little bit hungry. I insist.”

You continue, moving about the kitchen as you take out various ingredients.

Taehyung tilts his head, not taking his eyes off of you. Something’s wrong —  Taehyung thinks to himself as he leans forward on the counter. He bites his bottom lip as he watches you struggle around with the different pots and pans. No, something was definitely up with you.

You start roughly washing the vegetables, washing away the little bits of dirt that were still on them. You feel the tears surfacing up once again and you feel yourself drowning with all the thoughts flooding your mind. Was Namjoon cheating on you? With who? And why would he? Was he not happy being with you anymore? Wh-

Strong, large hands take the cleaning brush from your hands. A warm body brushing up against your side as he moves you a little to the side, “I’ll help you” Taehyung’s deep voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

You don’t say anything as you watch him pull up the sleeves. “Thank you” you mumbled lowly. You welcome the distraction, finding yourself on autopilot as you continue on making dinner for the two of you.

Taehyung steals small glances every now and then, throwing jokes around just so he could see that smile on your face. He puffs out his chest as he feels proud of being the cause of your happiness — even if only temporary.

It was then and there that he vowed to make whatever made you hurt go away. Whatever he had to do.

<<Chapter One | Chapter Three (Coming Soon)

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Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n Genre: Flansgt (it wasn’t fluffy enough to be fluff, but it’s not really angst so just. Flangst?) Word count: 2k Warnings: you are very unproductive. Tags: @cypherwritersnet​ 

“Melanie, for the last time, I can’t make it today. It’s my cousin’s birthday. I’ll catch up with you some other time.” “Okay fine, but we’re bringing Ainsley next time, alright? Magic Shop at 7 PM on Tuesday.” Melanie sounds stern, but you know she’s not entirely serious. No one’s gotten Ainsley out of her room since she broke up with Chad. “Alright fine, but if we manage to get Ainsley to see actual sunlight, you’re paying.” “Deal.”

You hang up the call, wondering how you got yourself into this situation. You put on your jacket and head out of the dorm, on the way to your aunt’s house. A few hours of chattering with your relatives and gossiping about your older cousins while the younger ones run around and eat cake will be enough to distract you from the fact that you’ve been behind on your work for three weeks. You head on over to your cousin’s house, parking your car next to the sidewalk. You step out and walk up to the door, and before you can knock, it opens, and your cousin runs out and hugs you. “Y/N I’VE MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH OMG! How have you been? How’s school? Are you seeing anyone? We have so much to catch up on!” your cousin Laurel squeals. “Laurel, calm down. It’s only been a month!” “STILL. Now. How’s school? Are you seeing anyone?” Laurel continues, eyes burning into your skin. This interrogation lasts for another ten minutes before she remembers that you two are standing outside, and then invites you in. A few hours of chattering with your relatives? More like six hours from 1 PM to 7 PM being bored to death while Laurel flirts with her boyfriend.

                                                   ~The Next Day~ It was Tuesday. At 6:59 PM. In the Magic Shop cafe. Waiting for Ainsley. Melanie, Skylar, and you were already there. It was raining, and it was raining pretty hard. The bell at the entrance to the cafe jingled, and you looked up, seeing Ainsley walk through the door. “So we finally got Ainsley out in public? I’m impressed,” you say, with a small chuckle. You are actually impressed, but also dreading having to pay for everyone’s coffee. “Don’t count on it happening again, I’m tired and I have homework.” Ainsley sighs. “Well, we might have to let your grades slip a bit. When was the last time you met someone?” Skylar says, adjusting the sleeves of her blazer. “It hasn’t been that long…” Ainsley drifts off, as you and your friends look at her. None of you believe anything she’s saying. “Okay maybe it’s been a while. So what? I can take time to focus on my studies! That’s not a bad thing to want.” “No it isn’t, however you were miserable after you broke up with that last guy. I can’t remember his name and no don’t you dare say it he is taboo. You spent three months sulking. And now you’re drowning yourself in essays. Take a freaking break girly,” Melanie says in her dramatic it’s-the-end-of-the-world voice, her hands on her hips. “Melanie I am not drowning myself in essays! I only have three due this week-” “And you had seven due in the past two days we are not taking any bullshit about not having much work.” You say, placing your phone down on the table and sighing. “We want you to go out more, to socialize. Maybe meet someone. At least revive your social life a little bit. Seeing someone who you can casually hook up with will be better than hiding in your room and only emerging for classes.” “There is merit to y/n’s words, Ainsley. Meet someone. Get dick. Don’t attach yourself if you don’t want to. Whatever. Just get out of the house.” Melanie said, then added, “but we should get coffee first. I mean, we’re here, aren’t we? It’s a coffee shop.” Everyone laughed, then sent you to grab a few drinks and some cookies. You shook your head, chuckling as you walked to the counter. You thought about Melanie’s words a little bit. Hooking up? It wasn’t really your type of thing to do, but maybe Melanie’s advice could apply to your worries as well. Though, you had enough on your plate already, so maybe not. When you returned to the table, you gave everyone their drinks and they began to talk about what they’d been up to the past week. “Oh also, you know that new club that opened up on First Street? I went there with some classmates the other day. I may have met someone…” Melanie says with a wink. “Who? Who? Why haven’t we met him?” said Skylar, pouting about being left out of the loop. There wasn’t a loop though. “Calm your tits Skylar, I’m about to tell you. His name is Kim Taehyung, he’s chill, and he’s pretty cute. He had three friends with him, I don’t remember their names though. And I’ve only known him three days, he hasn’t met anyone.” Melanie laughs, patting Skylar’s shoulder. “I think we should pay that club a visit. What’s it called again?” you say, genuinely interested. You think you know what place she’s talking about, the House of Cards club. It was kind of like a coffee shop that sold booze, and it was a great place to meet just about anyone. “House of Cards. Do you have any reason in mind to go?” Melanie asks, but all four of you already knew there was one reason to go. “No. No no no. I am not meeting your Kim Taehyung and his friends.” Ainsley says, wincing. “I do not go clubbing.” “It’ll be fun! Let’s go.” Skylar gets up, grabbing Ainsley’s wrist. You all head out the door, about to set foot in what will be the starting point of the most interesting night of your lives. About twenty minutes later, you’ve walked into the House of Cards and not only found Taehyung, but met six of his friends. They all seem nice, but you’re pretty sure you’re not going to talk to all of them today, especially with the way Ainsley is eyeing Seokjin. You sit down next to Namjoon, who seems to be the quietest. He’s wearing black glasses, jeans, and a pink shirt that says “Don’t Waste Your Time.” He doesn’t seem to be the type to waste his time, and you hope that rubs off on you. You need to get a leg up on studying. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You say, reaching to shake his hand. “Hi y/n, I’d introduce myself but you already know my name. How’s life?” He asks, shaking your hand. You smile, and say, “It’s pretty good, other than overwhelming schoolwork, you know?” You mentally slap yourself when you remember that you actually do have overwhelming schoolwork, and that you weren’t just making a joke. “Ah yes. Schoolwork. Honestly I think this is probably the most stressful time of the year, especially with exams coming up.” Namjoon agrees, and you take a mental note to check which exams you have next. “Yeah. Do you have Professor Sejin? I hear he’s going to have a really long essay portion.” You ask, curious to find out how he’s going to cope with exams. You really do need some study tips… “Oh jeez… Yeah, I have him. You?” “Yep. I’m in his second period class.” “Dang. Early. He hasn’t said anything to our class, how did you find out about the essay length?” He pushes up his glasses, all attention focused on you. “Some of my friends had him last year, they say his essay requirements never change. Figures that he’d be a teacher that doesn’t let up, you know?” “Yeah. None of the older ones do.” You both laugh, and Namjoon asks if he can get you a drink. You say yes, and ask for a coffee because you know you’re going to be driving tonight. You two talk for a few hours, only interrupted a few times by Melanie and Taehyung leaving (to do who knows what), Ainsley laughing at Jin’s jokes (and telling you that Jin was off limits… maybe she will be getting over Chad tonight), and by Jimin’s insistence on buying everyone another round of drinks. You and Namjoon both declined, preferring coffee to alcohol. Eventually, you check the time and realize you have a lot of studying to do. “Damn, it’s nearly midnight.” You say, looking at your watch. “Wow. Yeah, it is. Do you want a ride home?” Namjoon asks, getting up with you. “Ah, no thanks, my car’s at Magic Shop. I’m going to walk over there and then drive home.” “Okay. Can I walk with you? My car’s a few blocks away, so I’ll probably be heading in the same direction.” “Sure,” you say, smiling. He’s nice. When you get to his car, you turn to him and see that he’s taking a pen out of his jeans pocket. Upon seeing your look of confusion, he smiles shyly. “I was going to ask for your number,” he says, “but you don’t have to give it to me if you don’t want to.” You smile, and take out your phone. “I think there’s an easier way to do that than writing on my arm.” He laughs, and pulls out his phone. After the exchange, he bids you good night, and you do the same before he drives off, in the direction of campus. You get home about twenty minutes later, and get a text almost immediately after walking through the door.

Kim Namjoon: Hey 12:03 You: Hi 12:05 Kim Namjoon: Do u want to study together tmr? 12:05 You: Sure! If it doesn’t bother you, of course. 12:05 Kim Namjoon: Lol 12:05 Kim Namjoon: I wouldn’t mind, + it’s a good chance to get studying in 12:06 You: Alright lol 12:06

You finish making plans, and you sigh happily to yourself. Finally, something to get you to actually do your homework.

                                                     ~The Next Day~ You wake up to the sound of your phone alarm, playing the song “Rain” by BTS. Fitting, considering that it is raining pretty heavily outside. You have three new texts from Namjoon, as well as like fifty from your group chat with Melanie, Skylar, and Ainsley (Skylar was the only one who didn’t hook up with anyone, apparently).

Kim Namjoon: So it’s raining 8:20 Kim Namjoon: maybe we should study at the library instead? 8:20 Kim Namjoon: ur call lol 8:21 You: sure 8:46 You: i dont feel like dealing with soggy notes today lmao 8:46

After a laughing emoji from Namjoon, you get ready to go meet him.

You spot him almost immediately in the library. He’s the one person not wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and he waves at you when you walk in.

“Hello stranger,” you say, winking. He smiles, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses as he smiled. “Nice meeting you too, y/n,” Namjoon says, patting the seat next to him, “have a seat.”

You sit down and pull out two of your textbooks and your computer, while Namjoon clears a space on the desk for you.

“So, what exam are you studying for? I’m finishing up with my Civ Pro studying.” “I’m working on my Modern Literature essay prep,” you say, pulling up the essay document on your computer. “Ooh, I could help with that, I took Modern Literature last year.” Namjoon says, adjusting his glasses. “Okay, thank you!” You say, warmly. And so your study session begins.

The next few hours are spent not only studying, but also joking around and giggling. Studying with Namjoon was fun, but also very productive. The most productive you’ve been in months. You schedule more sessions for the next few days, and leave the library feeling very satisfied. You’re definitely cool with having a study partner.

[onlyvrse]

What Am I To You?

pairing ; namjoon x seokjin

word count; 1k

a/n; first fic i've uploaded, hope you like it!

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It’s an ungodly hour in the morning at this point, Namjoon hunched over his laptop inking out the last fragments of his creative drive, pouring his heart out to a once blank page while the older sits in front of him absentmindedly reading. “Why are you still awake?” Joon’s voice breaks the silence, he looks up, unbothered- and as if on cue his stupid response draws out the noise “because you are, Joon; you’re supposed to be somewhat of a role model, and I follow my role models. You’re the best leader of some band? I think?” “Kiss my ass, Seokjin” “gladly, and that’s hyung to you.” Jin replies, sticking out his tongue as he happily returns to the inked words littered amongst the page. “Who’s this song about anyway?” He butts in, once again, disrupting the silence, “hm? Oh, someone I’ve been seeing for a while.” “I call bullshit, but go for your life if she makes you happy.” She. The younger smiles to himself, tapping away at keys before the finishing verse finally ends. Stretching his fingers, reading over the lyricism.

“X number of kisses per day, x number of texts per day If we do that- will I feel better? what am I to you boy, what am I to you? I do love you crazy, uh, do you?”

He hesitates, reading over the pronouns again. Finger levitating over the delete button before he eventually gives in to his submissive nature. They can’t know. Tour starts a month after the album comes out and they have another month to actually finalise the songs. It’s long nights spent with Seokjin in-front of him, doing the most mundane of tasks and looking breathtakingly gorgeous in his natural state that drives him to write these songs, about some fucking girl- there is no girl. News flash, he’s gay. But no one fucking knows. And no one can know, so he decides he’ll spend the rest of his days as a closeted musician replacing male pronouns with she, and her. It’s worked so far at least, pretending to appeal to the feelings of a female pursuit that doesn’t exist. He performs this live, stellar and clean, like any actor. Except he believes he actually deserves awards for this shit, masking his feelings for his own bandmate, a man for christ sake. 

And it’s the next two months that blend into the words on computer screens, he went from spending late nights with Seokjin sitting across from him, scrolling through his phone while he sings the lines of songs he’ll sing live to actually being at the stadium, hearing his beloved fans call their names in unison. The band decided to put his song at the end of the setlist, followed by an intermission before the actual, final song. 

And so it begins, teasing the intro of one of their older songs, only to reveal a silhouette of only one man. 

“Come here, I’m ‘bout to take you higher,”

He grips the microphone as if his life depended on it, envisioning only one man in his eyes as he walks along the edge, eying the mass of people who cry out for him as he goes on and on. Leaving his emotions on the floor like he always does, except this time, it’s different. He’s leaving a part of him that people won’t even know how to comprehend, “Joon has a girlfriend?” “Is he seeing someone?” They’ll ask, but no, they’ll be inches away from the answer and they won’t even know it. But right now all he can think of when he raps is Seokjin, Seokjin Seokjin Seokjin, there’s no one else.

“Who’s making my heart race again? That person is you,” 

He’s stopped in the middle of the stage at this point, normally he’d be all over the place, spitting out his lyrics as he watches over the sea of army bombs, but no- he’s still, gripping the microphone with two hands as he envisions all the late nights, petty disputes about god knows what and laughter until their stomachs hurt or until Yoongi came in with piercing eyes telling them to shut the hell up. Watching Seokjin simply sit, with his hair splayed across his forehead, biting down on his bottom lip as he does the simplest of tasks- it was beautiful to him. He, is beautiful to him.

The lights are flashing all sorts of colours, the stage is red one second, then blue cascades over the arena, but it’s still the same Namjoon pouring his heart out to the marble floor, speckled with water and bottle caps from previous segments. There’s a physical pain in his chest when it came to his unrequited love, sure, to his fans he just looked like a man in need of dicking someone down- but quite honestly, it was more than that. He’s so close but so far away, he’d rather hurt from a distance because god did Seokjin mean the world to him. It pained the younger to see him cry, all he wanted to do was hold him in his arms and kiss away the tears, telling him it’d be okay. He just wants to hold him, it’s all Namjoon could ask for.

“What am I to you girl what am I to you, I do love you crazy, uh do you?”

Girl.. fucking girl, Its boy, it always has been. There’s never been a girl.

Yet he looks up as the lights go out. And the crowd absolutely loses it. 

He exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding, tears spilling down that mixed in with the sweat on his dimpled cheeks. He walks back with his head down, hearing the intermission of q and a’s that they prerecord for the audience. But it’s the bathroom he makes a beeline for first, locking the door as he lets the sobs rack through his already shaken body, grasping onto the porcelain sink as he looks at his tear stained face in the mirror, juxtaposing his usual dimpled smile that adorned his tanned features.

But alas, the show must go on.

[astagfirullah-house]

Meet Cute-HiraMin

"So? Does this look okay?" Tayiba walks out of the try-room wearing sleek black slacks and a beige brown blouse. She's looking down at her attire but the lack of a response makes her look up. Instead of Maira sitting on the sofa in front of her, she finds a very confused looking tall guy. Tayiba's brain stops working and she keeps staring at this random stranger she just asked how she looked. He tentatively pushes his glasses up his nose, a shy smile forming on his lips. Tayiba notices a small dimple on his left cheek. Before Tayiba can apologise and backtrack, the guy speaks up. "Uh.. I think it looks amazing. The color really suits you. Ha.." he trails off with an awkward laugh, his hand going upto his neck in embarrassment. Unsure of what to say, Tayiba replies with a thank you just as Maira returns with a handful of clothes. "Look Tayiba, this coat would look so... Ooohhh you look goood! Let's buy this! Go change back, quick!" The guy discretely gets up and walks away before Maira notices him but Tayiba does. She sighs at the embarrassing encounter but the guy was cute. Maybe she should've talked to him some more.

[yoonjinsgirl]

HAPPY JOONIE DAY Y'ALL!!!!🐨💙🌱

It's joon's birthday today!!! And I'm so happy!!! Even though my entire draft got deleted I'm still trying to be happy coz it's joon's birthday and i wanted to be happy!!!!

I've always felt so close to joon since day1, he has always inspired me to love myself, to accept my own feelings rather then declining them, I've had hard times accepting myself, my inner feeling and thoughts, it's always been hard to talk with someone without having the fear to be judged! In so many ways I've found myself similar to joonie like love for reading books, love for art, love for nature, i had truly love visiting museums across my country if i had get chance anyday, i truly would love doing that and love for music ofcourse!!! So in many ways joon seems to be my closest friend but at the same time he truly is the man i want to have in my life! I'm sure no matter who must be our bias, at the end of day no one could literally resist the man namjoon is!!! And my love for him keeps growing by every passing day! On his birthday i wish for his well-being, peace and happiness with good health! HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY JOONIE! I LOVE YOU!💕

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NAMJOON X READER

Summary: Bestfriends to Lovers! Unplanned Love Confession! Namjoon and reader don't live in the same country!!!

Warnings: None, *not necessarily a fic, just a conversation full of comforting eachother and their honest confessions* and maybe tine tiny fluff!

A/N: since it's joons birthday i wanted to post something, so here it is! I haven't unnecessarily added anything, it's almost what joon had conveyed through his letter for us!💕

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we were always meant to be destiny!

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As i said before for joon's birthday i really wanted to post something, and yesterday when i read his letter i was so touched by his love…his sincerity and honesty, that i ened up crying over!!! So that's why i wrote this text conversation to something that i feel all of us could relate.♡

About the fic that i had said, that I've been working on, I'll post soon.. within a day or two, and most probably it will be a mini series, so please look forward to it!💜

AND AS I ALWAYS SAY, YOUR FEEDBACKS AND REQUEST ARE TRULY WELCOMED!!!💕

Click to check out my other works: Masterlist💌

AGAIN EVERYONE HAPPY JOONIE DAY 💙🌱🐨

[noelleydances]

I would have incinerated that bed in front of Namjoon🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

That last sentence made me shiver. OOOFFFF!!!

Scripted: Part 10

Namjoon x Reader; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, President!Namjoon, Head of Security!Jimin

Warnings: (Reluctant) open relationship, mentions of cheating

Author’s Note: This part is pretty short so I’m sorry but here it is! Hope you guys enjoy it!

“Jimin, let me go,” you giggled, trying but failing to get Jimin to unwrap his arms from around your waist.

“Noooo,” he whined playfully, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck from where he stood behind you. “I want you to stay.”

“I already let you convince me to stay again last night,” you pointed out. “I have to head back to the Blue House, because Namjoon and I have a dinner that we’re supposed to be hosting together.”

“And you’re really gonna go back there?” Jimin questioned and you sighed heavily as you nodded your head.

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[monggu-eomma]

Potions with Namjoon (Namjoon Scenario)

Genre: Hogwarts AU

Warnings: Just some swearing. 

Notes: Time for another scenario/drabble for this week. I really love the Harry Potter universe and I love BTS, so putting them together makes them that much better. I hope that you all enjoy this!

“Nothing is more satisfying than watching a fire that you started,” you said with heavy sarcasm as you looked at the fire blazing within and outside of the potions pot.

“Don’t just stand there. Help me me put it out!” Namjoon exclaimed as he searched frantically in the pockets of his school robe for his wand. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Jin isn’t going to let me hear the end of this if he sees the fire.”

Sitting at the table behind Namjoon during Potions was always a sight to behold, because he was prone to causing a ridiculous amount of accidents. Professor Slughorn was so done with Namjoon that when he paired him with Jin, they both were both giving strict instructions to not let Namjoon do anything without any sort of supervision. Of course when Jin left to use the restroom, he asked you to watch over Namjoon.

“Take care of this,” you said to your lab partner, Yoongi, as you pointed to the potion that you and Yoongi were brewing together. “I’ll go help him out.”

Just as Namjoon was about to cast a spell to put out the fire, you put your hand on his wand. “Don’t! You could make it worse.” 

The first thing to do was to look down into the pot. Within the fire you could barely make out the color of the potion, a bright and vibrant green. Although the fire was definitely something to worry about, you knew that if you cast the wrong spell or threw the wrong ingredient into the pot, people could get hurt or worse, killed. Looking at just the color alone you were pretty sure you knew why the potion was in flames, but to guarantee your assessment, you looked around Namjoon’s workspace to see what ingredients could be in the potion.

“Did you put this in the potion, Namjoon?” You asked after you grabbed the vial of Erumpent’s tail. His brown eyes were wide with fear as he nodded his head.

“Yeah.”

“Dude, you just made Erumpent Potion. That shit is hella explosive!” 

“How do we get this to stop?” Namjoon asked as he waved his hand around at the flames.

“I think I have an idea,” you said, before running to the pantry to search for something that would put out the flames without disturbing the explosive nature of the potion. Once you found what you were looking for, you quickly ran back to Namjoon’s table and carefully dropped it into flames. Within the blink of an eye the flames vanished.

“I can’t believe you accidentally fucking made Erumpent Potion,” Yoongi said from behind. Just as he started to laugh, Jin walked back in the classroom with Professor Slughorn right behind him.

“What did I miss?” Jin asked as he walked up to the table that he shared with Namjoon.

“I made Erumpent Potion,” Namjoon said, although from the tone of his voice his statement had sounded more like a question rather than a statement.  

Jin’s eyes widened and you took that as your cue to get back to your table and finish the assigned potion with Yoongi. Despite the fact you found it hilarious to watch Jin when he was mad, you didn’t want any part of the scolding Namjoon was going to get from Jin and eventually, Professor Slughorn.

[namjoonchronicles]

smother • nj

↳ pairing namjoon, you

↳ genre drama, fluff

↳ words 1.2k

↳ warnings none

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Namjoon blew hot air to his forehead and shoving his phone, facedown, on the sofa next to him.

“She’s still mad. Still mad,” he muttered to himself. The words caught the attention of Yoongi almost instantly. If he wasn’t assertive, he would have said something sooner. But it’s not like he had a gist of what Namjoon’s wife would be angry about. The most patient women in the world is mad—Namjoon must crossed some lines.

“You okay?” Yoongi awkwardly fidgets. “Yeah—no,” Namjoon admitted. It’s easy to tell from the way his shoulders dropped helplessly and the charisma he wore just moments ago, vanished into thin air at the mention of your name. With a heavy huff, “Where do I even begin...”

Because, it could have been that time when...

“No sweetheart, I am not buying you more stuff to be delivered...” Namjoon huffs. His actions defy his words. He continues to type his home address in the shipping box. Adding a new item he thought pretty into the carts.

“I would absolutely not do such a thing,” his voice disembodied through the phone and you hang your head to the side, hollowing your cheeks at the denial.

“Namjoon, I’m not kidding you right now,” clipped and terribly unimpressed, “We have no more space to put more things inside. We can hold an art exhibition at this point—“

“H—“ “—Not that it’s an idea to be considered anytime soon,” you pinched the bridge of your nose and clenching your eyes shut.

Namjoon pouts through the phone.

Or that time when...

In the wake of a dewy morning, the hue of the sky, blue with a hint of the sun.

Namjoon arrives with a heavy sigh. Door clicks mechanically behind him, and you swung your arms around his neck. Feeling the tip of his nose dipped to the crook of your neck, his arm around your waist, hoisting you further up so your legs circled around his hip.

“I’m about to pass out,” he pulls his shirt through his head and walked shirtless down the hallway to the laundry room.

“But you promised to take me out to the movies today,” you waddled lazily, whining at the view of his back. Crossing your arms, leaning against the door frame, you pouted.

“Maybe next week?” He arched an eyebrow and hollowed his cheek as he checked his phone for messages that he deemed more important than the conversation. Not that you mind. It wasn’t the first time.

A few hours later, you get all dressed up and he asked where you were going.

“To the movies. I really wanted to watch it...” you puffed your cheeks up and dabbed some lip balm on. His head swiveled around, following you. You circled the sofa and stamped a chaste kiss on his cheek, with a loud smack.

“You’re really doing this to me, you’re really going without me—“ his words were answered with a door click.

That can’t be...because...

“What are we. 12?” Namjoon slides further down the chair, tossing the writing pad away from his lap, “Am I 12? Why am I sulking because I’m being ignored...”

“Uhh because she’s your wife,” Yoongi shrugs, “You come home to her.”

There’s truth in Yoongi’s words. Things took twice the blow because you’re his home.

1 new message(s) from Bighit Jungkook

Namjoon fishes for his phone.

“Look who rise up from the dead,” he grumbles.

“Jungkook? He passed out that long?” Yoongi scoots over to see the message.

hyung, i went to my messages and it looks like your wife was looking for you all night... did you tell her you’re staying over?

Namjoon crumpled his face, “But I didn’t stay over? I know I wasn’t drunk enough to forget... and because of that...”

Namjoon’s memory flashes in front of his eyes. He didn’t tell you that he was joining Jungkook for a drink at the bar. He knows you don’t really like him being drunk. Chances of liver cirrhosis and your family’s opposition towards alcoholic drinks, and whatnot. He figured he’ll just have one glass and leave. He didn’t leave until 3 glasses. He took a taxi home, and dug the keys into the keyhole, as usual. Not staggering in his stance, just a little bit sleepy.

He didn’t think it was the alcohols though. Couldn’t have had that much to start feeling drunk.

You were in the bedroom, laying on your stomach, reading on your phone for the latest news. When he walked in, you didn’t even glance up. Once you’re into your reading you can’t be bothered, Namjoon knows that. He went straight to the showers and you shut your book already when he’s done.

“You know what, I was getting my lab coat measurements today,” you chirped, excitedly telling him the story. Namjoon pulls the t-shirt over his head and hummed in response. Why the heck is he so sleepy.

“And a friend was doing a lab research about this new drug he us developing about gouts,” by now, Namjoon is already grabbing a pillow to hug and laying his head on another, eyes drooping lazily.

“I think it was a brilliant finding. He made a nano-technology version of the micro powders for the active ingredients and he was going to diffuse the material into a machine that mimics the human skin and—“ your enthusiasm died. Namjoon is softly snoring. Eyes glued shut and not moving.

You puffed your cheeks and curled your lips, mumbling, “Goodnight, I guess...” you reached over his side of the bed and flicked the lamp switch off. Thumbing his cheek and pressing your lips against his temples before settling on your side of the bed, pulling the blankets up.

Fuck.

This friend who you worked in the lab with is sending you home. Feeling like he was being pushed to the side at the slight oblivion he exhibited regarding your passion, made him feel like he had to do something in order to make the situation better. You’re always very keen to hear the ideas he had and now, you must have felt that he couldn’t do the same. Or at least, provide the same platform.

It was a wrong night to tell what you’re up to, and he couldn’t offer a proper attention because of the liquor. It was nobody’s fault. It just turned out that way. You’re not the kind to share many stories about yourself, especially what you’re up to, and it was not out of the ordinary for you to act guarded-up like this. When your energy isn’t matched, you learn to walk away and find the ones who does. He should know.

It’s pretty black and white to you.

“Thank you,” you tattled, sheepishly. Accepting papers for you to review from this friend. Something to fill time while Namjoon is out doing whatever Namjoon does. He bids farewell. And you meet Namjoon’s eyes. Unreadable. Or you refused to.

“Have you eaten?” You broke the silence with a smile. “Was hoping you’d have dinner with me, unless you already did,” he passed, eyeing the car that just sped off. “I have a big space for food,” pause, “What do you have in mind?”

“Closure.”

[fyrapmon1209]

★ 🌸J I N R I‎ (˶′◡‵˶) | Do not edit.

[j3nh0e]

MASTERLIST

Fluff - ☀ Smut - ☂ Angst - ☁

In Progress

BTS

Headcanons

Eating you out☂

MTL

To be into biting/marking

Kim Seokjin

Fics

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Min Yoongi

Fics

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Jung Hoseok

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Kim Namjoon

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Muse ☀ 

Park Jimin

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Stranger - Part 1 ☁ / Part 2 ☁☂

Kim Taehyung

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Jeon Jungkook

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Quarterback ☂ (☀)

[ficlinkdump-blog]

Please, don't... (BTS Members sex slaves) (E)

Jiminiebaboya

Summary:            

Yoongi watched Jin's calm facial expressions as he spoke to him. "I'll just be direct with you; you were brought here by Master Namjoon to be his personal slave..."

When Yoongi wakes up in a strange place, he finds out that he's been kidnapped and brought to live as a sex slave in Namjoon's penthouse with other boys.   The only thing on mind is escape. He soon finds out that Namjoon is a very rich powerful man with endless amounts of money and a very abusive streak . Can Yoongi find a way to leave his prison without being killed? And what secrets will unveil themselves when he starts to gather information from the other slaves...

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7536814?view_adult=true&view_full_work=true

[monggu-eomma]

Just for One Night (Namjoon Scenario)

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Warning: None

Notes: This scenario is dedicated to @taengent. It’s supposed to be based off of Fallin’ For You by Shawn Mendes. It was supposed to be fluffy, but there’s this little monster living inside of me and it pushed me to write angst, so here it is. Also this scenario is in honor of me seeing BTS at the Rose Bowl this Saturday. I hope that you all enjoy it!

It was just for one night. That’s what his thoughts repeatedly slurred as he stumbled through the hallway to get to your door. He had drunk more than he should have, and as hard as he tried to think of how to get back home, he found his thoughts going back to you. Of course he was thinking of you. No matter what, you were always there to help him and it was natural for his drunken mind to gravitate towards you, at least that is what he tried to tell himself. Just for one night.

His arm felt lethargic as he knocked on your door. He could hear a chair scrape against the wooden floor from within your apartment. You must have been studying, he mused to himself. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile as he heard your footsteps getting closer to him. He put his left hand against the wall by your door to hold himself upright before you opened the door.

“Hey,” you said, with surprise. “What are you doing here?” You weren’t upset to see Namjoon, but he had told you that he was going to be out the entire night. As you breathed, you could smell the alcohol off of his black jacket. He wore black pants with a grey shirt peeking from underneath the black jacket. To top off the entire look he wore a black snapback backwards on his head. As usual he was effortlessly handsome, even if he was drunk.

“Can I stay here?” He asked. His brown eyes were pleading with you and in return you sighed. You were going to get in trouble for having a guy over at your place, but it was dark outside and it wasn’t safe, so the best thing to do was to let him. Just for one night.

The following morning you woke up in your bed with Namjoon’s arm around your waist and his face pressed into your hair. You could feel his steady breath on your hair and for a moment you let yourself feel at peace. You didn’t have anywhere else for him to sleep except for your bed and as you had both said to each other, you and Namjoon were just friends. Friends had sleepovers all the time, but friends didn’t like the feeling of waking up next to each other and wishing that every morning could be like that. It was just for one night.

When Namjoon woke up to an empty bed, a feeling of loneliness overcame him. He had felt dejected a few times when you had to leave him to study or to go on a date with another guy that didn’t know how to appreciate you. But Namjoon had never felt this kind of loneliness before. He wondered why you couldn’t stay with him a little longer, but when you had said that you were meeting up a guy to catch some coffee, his heart sunk even further. You didn’t see him the way he started to see you. He couldn’t ask you to be his. It was just for one night.