#nam joon drabble

[muniimyg]

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sunday nights are for wholesome group activities. 

no uncomfortable crowds of strangers, no drinking, and definitely no crazy shit. no situations. sunday night is a time for your friends to decompress and be together. for the air around you to feel lived-in—warm with the familiar smell of beer, leftover pizza, and jin’s precious vanilla candle trying its best. 

the tv is loud. 

taehyung is yelling at hobi for not having his ‘head in the game.’ meanwhile, jungkook is laughing like he hasn’t lost three games in a row. jimin and yoongi are calling out better strategies for either of their friends to pick up and win the game. 

you’re sitting on the couch, half-watching the screen. legs crossed. fingers curled lightly around a warm beer bottle. your face is relaxed, disinterested. your chest, however, is another story—tight. 

buzzing. 

like something hot is pressed under your skin.

beside you is him. 

namjoon, whose thigh is pressed to yours. whose eyes keep lingering over the silhouette of your cleavage… you don’t have it in you to ignore it. to play nonchalant or act like you don’t want what he’s probably thinking about. instead, you let his fingers brush the inside of your knee. lazily. like he’s thinking about something else entirely.

you don’t move. 

you don’t want to.

as the others continue their chaos, he shuffles closer to you. then, in a low and casual murmur, he asks; “can you say it?”

when he says it, he doesn’t even look at you. instead, his eyes finally move away from your chest and to the tv. he’s pretending to pay attention to the game. 

you exhale softly. still watching the screen.

“say what?”

then, his fingers trail higher. 

slow. 

up to the soft skin of your inner thigh. 

his pinky grazes the hem of your shorts and stays there. the kind of touch that’s not overt enough to call out—but impossible to ignore. nam joon is always thankful for your choice of clothing. tonight, your little yoga shorts are the perfect mix of challenge and easy access. 

with a lazy smirk, he tilts his head and finally meets your eyes.

“that you missed me.”

you blink at him. 

tilting your head, you play dumb. “why? we hung out last week.”

nam joon lets out a scoff. 

“yeah. with everyone.”

“still,” you tease. “we hung out last week.”

“hmm? but not like this,” he whines as his hand fully settles. his palm is warm against your thigh. your breath almost hitches as he adds; “not this close.”

then, he leans in, breath grazing the shell of your ear. 

“can i?”

your throat tightens. stomach dips.

you know what he means. you know this game. this excitement of being caught in the act… but more than that? doing things out in the open. being shameless like this… it’s a different kind of needy that you love on him.

so, you nod. 

and just like that, something shifts.

namjoon’s eyes drop to your mouth. they linger. then, he blinks his attention down your legs and his hand moves—slow and sure, sliding between your thighs like he’s just shifting positions, like it’s nothing.

his fingers drag up. you uncross your legs without thinking. stupid. obvious.

but no one’s watching.

he leans back, casual, and grabs the hem of his hoodie. pulls it off in one motion and drops it over your lap like a blanket. you know this move. he’s done it before. cocky. practiced. 

his hand stays under the hoodie.

his fingers trace the seam of your panties.

you blink, steadying your breath. jaw tight. stare blankly at the tv where yoshi’s flying off the track again.

he finds your clit with two fingers. rubs once.

you exhale. shift your hips just slightly, like adjusting.

he dips lower, fingers sliding into the heat of you through your underwear, testing. when he feels how wet you are—how ready—you feel his breath catch. he huffs a laugh.

“fuck.”

you press your thighs together and he shoves his hand deeper. you gasp as you feel his fingers slip in between your folds. you buck your hips a little, lifting so it’s easier for him. 

he’s not being nice.

he’s slow, yes. but cruel with it. curling his fingers just right, drawing lazy patterns. two fingers, slipping under the fabric now. touching you where it’s warmest. softest. slickest.

you swallow.

his other hand comes up to your jaw. not to hold it—just to tilt it. he wants to see your face. he always wants to see what you’ll give him.

you meet his eyes. and he smiles like he’s already got you undone.

“ready?” taehyung says suddenly, turning around from the tv.

namjoon doesn’t blink. doesn’t move. his fingers stay buried in you.

“we’ll play next round—”

“mhfffm—”

taehyung blinks.

 “damn, ___.  if you gotta pee, just go. you’re squirming.”

someone laughs. you can’t tell who.

you can’t breathe.

you offer taehyung an awkward smile before he turn back to the screen. as the others chatter goes on full blast again, you pull namjoon’s hand out slowly—grip his wrist under the hoodie and slide it out like it’s nothing. he lets you. grinning like a bastard.

you smooth your expression and excuse yourself from the group (who are paying 0% of attention to you). walking out of the living room, you head down the hall and enter the bathroom. you shut the bathroom door behind you. the second it clicks, your back hits the wall. you breathe out hard.

two beats later, you hear it. 

footsteps.

he doesn’t knock.

just opens the door, steps in, and locks it behind him. still grinning.

his fingers are glistening.

“missed you too, by the way,” namjoon murmurs, voice low, almost sheepish. like the words had been sitting on his tongue too long, softening at the edges.

then his hands are on your face—warm, familiar, thumbs brushing just beneath your cheekbones like he's memorizing the shape of you again.

he leans in, and you meet him halfway.

the kiss starts slow. his mouth moves over yours like he’s rediscovering it, like he’s starving for softness after too long without. he exhales through his nose and you feel it fan across your skin—hot, shaky. he kisses like someone who's been thinking about it for weeks. like he wants to make sure you feel every second of it.

his fingers curl a little tighter against your jaw.

your hands find the hem of his shirt, not to lift it, not yet—just to hold onto something real.

he pulls back just slightly, forehead resting against yours, lips ghosting over your mouth, like he’s not done.

yeah.

he missed you more.

[pinkpunkdynamite]

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[abloomingperiod]

him | kim namjoon

"hey, you listening?" you ask as you make your way out of the bathroom and into the room your fiancé was situated.

"yes" he simply answers, voice calm and eyes and hands leaving his book to look at you.

when your eyes find his, you stop - on your tracks and your train of thought - to drink on the sight.

there he was, the reason you’re even planning and thinking about what is supposed to be the biggest and best day of your life for the last three months, since he dropped on one knee to ask for your hand - and later, to give you a glimpse of why you’ll need more than a week for your honeymoon.

there he was, hair growing over his neck - less than a mullet, just like you asked him to grow it into -, bare and pretty face, big and buff limbs glowing as the warm, small light from your lampshade illuminated them. sharp eyes, yet so calm and serene gaze expecting your next words.

speaking of them,

where exactly did they go?

“honey?” his deep voice asks with a small side grin, which you want to slap him for. does he thinks he’s helping you and your reasoning, when all you can think about is how remarkably low it is?

him, him, him. everything about him. all about him. him.

“right” you come back to earth, hands on your hips, “so... about our wedding”, you start, but can’t help and feel funny under his gaze, shrugging it off with an old, stupid joke of yours, “let’s end it off- nah i’m joking, but for real-”

as dumb as it is, it never fails to rip a small chuckle out of your sweet soon-to-be husband, and you swear to god it’s the prettiest sound in the world.

if it was possible to fall in love twice with the same person without even falling out of the first time, you’re sure his laughter would be responsible for it.

and once again, you’re standing there like an idiot, watching the other idiot that knows exactly what he’s doing when his lower lip gets pulled back by his teeth, and you feel like a teenager for the tenth time in the last 3 minutes. “...you okay, babe?”

just let your thoughts win and grab him, for god’s sake.

“i can’t keep my hands off of you” you confess, arms giving up, sighing and faking a frustrated face that could never be convincing. not when your legs are already folding and making their way onto his lap, slowly crawling with your knees to the only place you never get sick of in the world.

him, him, him. his skin, his warmth, his embrace.

everything about him. all about him.

“now why would i ever want you to do that?” he asks smoothly, hands immediately finding your waist and burning up your skin. his eyes held such a welcoming stare, you wish you could just say ‘i do’ right now and have him all for yourself ‘til your last day on earth.

“no but i do have something to say” you remember yourself and him, hands finding his waist and caressing around it - waist, tummy, chest, bones, everything you could find and paint with your own touch. “i was thinking, and maybe, we should throw a little something before the actual wedding, you know? like a pre-wedding thing”

he observes you, head slightly hanging to the side as his curiosity get to him.

“not that i don’t think it’s enough or anything!” you assure him, fingers going through his small silver chain that held your proposal ring in. “you’re gonna like this, hear me out: we probably want to drink our asses off. that’s just how we roll, right? but i know myself, and i know my limits... i’ll be straight up with you: i don’t think my insides can take cake, korean food and alcohol the way i wish it would.”

and there it is, one more laughing sound of his, but this time, a louder, bigger one.

the dumbass is laughing at your costs, now.

“you really can’t function outside of the ‘8 or 80′ style, can you?” his right hand flicks your forehead lightly “dumbass.”

“pardon? i didn’t ask for a funny tummy and i certainly don’t want it messed up at my own wedding. that’s a huge ass reason to throw a small something a few days before!” you interject, quickly pinching his sides, earning a cute squirm from him. “plus, i don’t wanna be bloated when i’m wearing my wedding dress.”

with that, he just stares at you for a second, and lets out a fair question as his eyes narrow at your intentions, “you’re not plotting this just because of that, are you?”

another thing you could easily hold accountable for a second fall for him: his caring.

handling and watching you more intently than yourself, sometimes.

god, it’s almost embarrassing how much you love this in him.

“no. and you know that. i really do have a suck ass stomach, you’ve seen how bad it gets” you say, easing his sudden seriousness, and with that you smile at him “plus, i want other korean stuff turning my insides out...”

he interrupts you with most delicious laugh you’ve heard in a long time - since the last time he laughed this hard (last than a day before). “ “god, you’re gross! okay, i see your point.”

“i knew you would. now, this can be very s-small,” you get into the details of your plan and his hands betray his incredulous gaze, as they travel down to the small of your back and rest on your ass, softly caressing it an earning a small tremble in your voice. “less than 20 people, your closest friends, my closes friends, a bar with at least 5 of the 10 drink options we’re having in the menu... we can bring the same flavor of cake...” your eyes keep scanning his beautiful face and the loving eyes he gives you, admiring the thought you put behind your little plan. “we can even wear a tie and a small veil! so everybody knows about it! who knows? maybe we even get a free drink. gotta milk our options out, baby.”

at that, you expect him to give you one more nice chuckle, or even a light slap on the butt, but he decides not to. instead his hands press you against his own lower body, and his plump lips attach themselves to the side of your neck. you let out a small sigh followed by a light chuckle “i’m serious!”

“i know you are” he defends himself, lips travelling north to your jaw and cheek, leaving hard pecks, making you smile like you’re high “you’re irresistible, that’s all”

you know for a fact he felt your pulse stumbling, fumbling and failing as his lips kept kissing you.

“enough for you to say yes?” you take advantage of his sweet words.

“i’m marrying you, isn’t that enough of an answer?” he asks, facing you with the most whipped out smile you’ve ever seen. “sure. anything for you.” you smile wildly at him, heart throbbing and lips mumbling a small ‘thanks’ as you peck his lips. “i can search for that bar, too.”

god, why is he so freaking him?

of course he can.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” he responds, smile never leaving his mouth, cheekily giving you his trademark wink along with it.

“you..... ugh!” your hands tangle ins his hair and your lips attack his just like you did when he proposed to you. your kiss is urgent, desperate even, and still, he manages to laugh against it. he pulls you flush against him, chest to chest and heart to heart, hands dancing around your ass.

you could never get sick of this place.

“fucking love you. can’t wait to put this ring on your finger” you pull back and confess, lips ghosting his as you watch your hands travel back to his chain.

“you and i both” he agrees, eyes and hand mirroring yours, gasping a bit. “can’t wait to see you in that dress” fingers caressing your whole torso: spectrum, under-boob, ribcage, waist, “and take it off.”

oh, are you longing for that honeymoon.

“and you will” you peck him again, “‘cause now i don’t need to care about my tummy”

his laughs fills your room and your eardrums with the most beautiful sound you can point out. his head fall back to the wall behind and his eyes close, and you wish you could have this sight and this sight only for the rest of your life.

“yes, your tummy is well taken care of”

“and that’s for you, too. i need my newly husband a hundred percent conscious and collected for the after party”

he lightly tsks at you "if i were you, i’d wish the opposite” he slowly grabs your ass and kisses the back of your ear. god, he feels like a delicious poison. “plus, i don’t think i can stay collected after watching you down that aisle.”

“you and i both” you repeat his words, head resting on his shoulder. “thank you, i owe you one.” and leaving a small kiss on his jaw.

“show me the dress?”

“never.”

“but i’ll search for the bar.”

“you did that on yourself.”

he jokingly scoffs and mumbles a small ‘fine’, and you fall in love with him all over again.

“but i’ll give you a hint. it’s white.”

“shut up.”

“make me.”

and he looks down at you, small smirk painting his face.

“yeah? wanna pay it back now?” he asks mischievously, as his finger trace your lower lip.

“i just might” you respond, kissing his thumb. his eyes hold a darker tone, and as your bodies almost mold into one with the proximity you’re in, you can feel just how much he might want it.

“...still wanted to see that dress, though.” he jokes, and you return to your position facing him, lightly slapping his rigid chest. he catches your wrist and brings it to his lips, softly kissing it, and travelling to the back of your hand.

“that gives bad luck, dumbass.”

as he keeps kissing your knuckles, his other hand ghost over your thigh, enticing you and making you shiver deliciously.

because that’s what he does. namjoon makes you stumble, tremble, flutter, shiver and fall.

him, him, him.

everything about him. all about him.

“you’re all the luck i need.”

him, him, him.

[lovelysoftblue]

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[itsjustlife231]

If you can hear my thoughts, it would be always about you. It's those times that make me smile and you taught me to love myself every day. Thank you for the positive message & you're a beautiful smile. If we see something that we inspired to be, would it be just the inspiration that I would always see? Your eyes are the window to the soul and I wanted to be a part of your inspirational soul.  The way your dimples show when you smile. The way you speak words of wisdom. This is something that is wonderful and beautiful. Never let that go!  When it seems the world goes crazy, you're the one person who makes it stable. No matter where I go, I always think of you. Seeing you makes me smile. Seeing you makes me want to listen to your deep voice. Seeing you makes me want to stay with you. Here's to being too cute for this world. Here's to us being young. Here's to use loving ourselves!

[forthechubbies]

Ew! Dog Drool!// Hybrid! Namjoon Drabble

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“Namjoooon.”

Silence.

“Joonbug.”

Followed by silence. You exhaled sharply. “I know you were a guard dog, but this is a little much.” You're giggling creased after earning an over-the-shoulder glare from your husband.

He growled softly, returning his attention to his nonexistent ‘Post.’

You gasped. “Did you get growl at me? Kim. Nam. Joon” You often found it amusing when Namjoon’s alpha genes really kicks into overdrive.

At least he has a good reason; Not only are you his pride and joy but now, with a bun in the oven. He doesn't even want you out of the bedroom- as a matter of fact, The only way you get to bathe in the sunshine again is because you threw a hissy fit at the alpha.

To which he still is pissed off.

Fine by you; Namjoon is extremely attractive when heated, like right now. His large♡ back faced you as he watched our surroundings while thicc♡ arms tightly folded against his big muscular pecs ♡.

He's nowhere near you, but He had you seeing stars. He might have felt your stare or had his suspensions; Namjoon looked back at you for a split second.

“Namjoon.”

Silence.

“Joonie.”

Followed by more sil-

Thump...Thump.

His tail wagged at your sweet voice, erect, ready to do anything you asked without hesitation..unlike the rest of him.

“Aw, my joonie.” You teased, observing his tail go off the rails at your baby voice. “Do you want some treats? Mmm, yummy moon cakes.” At this point, You are just talking to his tail.

Namjoon’s growls grew more assertive as the blush on his face darkened. “ Grrrr! I'm busy trying to protect you, and you think everything is a joke.”

“We have a fence. Who's jumping over a big wall like this? You're just being possessive!”

“No! I'm being cautious! Unlike you, who doesn't give a fuck about your safety or our pup!.” His blasting, deep voice dominated yours.

To think this day started so well too. “Just because I'm not sitting outside!! Doesn't label me a bad mother, You mutt!”

The giant sour Hybrid towered over your tiny settled figure in comparison, unphased by his alpha musk wafting off him.

“What did you just call me?” Two large hands caged you in your seat, lowering his face to your eye level. Never mind the fact; You can see down his loose-fitting sleeveless shirt. You're getting a full eye of what's underneath his shirt—not complaining, of course.

You took a spot of tea. “All you do all day is bark with no bite sight.” You nonchalantly attempted to push Namjoon’s enormous body to the side. “You're blocking my sunlight, Pooch.”

One would think Namjoon’s jaw would snap over how firmly he's clenching it. He snatched your wrist up on your second attempt to make him move. He can't spank you at the moment, nor can he be as rough as he would like with you again.

Having no choice, Namjoon presses his soft lips against your knuckles- “Aw, how sweet-!?” You gasped at Namjoon’s wet muscle lapping up your skin in one long stroke. “Ew!!! Namjoon!?”

He deeply chuckled. “Tasty.”

[yimejk]

MASTERLIST:

Started: 14.6.2022

Last updated: 01.09.2023

Warning: This is pure fiction and I do not condone any bts member would do things like that.

BTS:

Series - not yet

One shots - When you fall asleep on them

Drabble- Them as a mythical creatures

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Kim Seok Jin:

Series - Moon; Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5-last one

One shots - not yet

Drabble - Mochi

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Min Yoongi:

Series - Darkness; Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4-last one

One shots - not yet

Drabble - Fate

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Kim Nam Joon:

Series - What do you say; Part 2; Part 3

One shots - not yet

Drabble - not yet

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Jung Ho Seok:

Series - Petal; Part 1; Part 2-last

One shots - not yet

Drabble - not yet

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Park Jimin:

Series - Strange Things

One shots - Dancer or Seducer

Drabble - not yet

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Kim Taehyung:

Series - not yet

One shots - Mate

Drabble - Hello

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Jeon Jeonguk:

Series - Depths 1; Part 2

One shots - Box Buddy

Drabble - High; Endlessnes

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( ❀ ) — smut

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[btsqualityy]

I’ll let Mason lay on me! Stinky dick and all!!!!!!!! And you know what? I have been thinking about all the positions Mason has had Kinsley in and I never really read them doing it semi doggy style. Maybe I missed it while squealing all the time they are having sex. But you must’ve read my mind because I’m reading your new drabble and that’s exactly what they doing. And I love when he intertwines their hands together. Even Nam-joon does it to his wife and it is like the best thing to in-vision ever. I really love when you do these and just surprise us with them because it’s so sweet but so raunchy at the same time. Keep up the good work girl because you’re awesome! 

Okayyy because I’d definitely let him lay on me too 😂😂and I don’t think I’ve written much of them doing doggy style, but that’s because they prefer to look at each other when they’re having sex 🥴

Them holding hands was my favorite part though 😌even when he’s fucking her brains out, the love he has for her still shows 🥰thank you for the kind words! 🫶🏽

[bts-ficrecs]

hey!! can you recommend a few series (any member)? thank you very much!

“a few” hAHAHAHA you’re really funny.

Bro, why’d u have you make ur request sooo broad 😂 i tried to reign in the crazy and failed. I decided I’m going to give you a list of series that are sitting impatiently on my to read list! Making this list makes me want to devour them all right now lol.

Feel free to go through my archive to find series that I have read, cause there are plenty of those too :”) So without further ado…

Note: please be aware several of the ongoing series are either on hiatus or discontinued or just haven’t been updated in 17392 years lol. I know some people can’t deal with that so do make sure to check if the writers are still active and/or when the last update was! And don’t pressure the writers about updates kthxbai ❤

 

ONGOING

Aristocrat by @itskimtaehyung

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 3/4

Summary: In which Namjoon pays you for your *ahem* services.

A Valediction: Forbidden Mourning by @therealredraven

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 4/? (discontinued)

Summary: Love comes in many shapes, but does not always have a prosperous fate. However, whereas parents might have found it, all the children can do is live in kalopsia. Forbidden yet denying the mourning of the path chosen for them by Fate.

Blood Princess by @mintchockookie

Genre: angst

Parts: 9/?

Summary: Choi Y/N is one of the most dangerous and feared members of Papa Choi gang. But she doesn’t want to be. Kim Nam Joon is the leader of the biggest gang in all South Korea and craves revenge for having his godfather being killed by Papa Choi. When their paths cross, nothing can hold them.

Untold Stories by @interludemoonchild

Genre: fluff

Parts: 8/?

Summary: A series of drabbles based on Namjoon owning a bookshop in a small town.

What Am I To You? by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: To Namjoon, she could make the salt taste like sugar on her hands. But in the end, she isn’t as sweet as he believed her to be. 

 

 

COMPLETE

Best Friend!Namjoon by @lamourche

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 

Parts: 3/3

Summary: “I locked the keys in the car.”

Passionfruit by @joonbird

Genre: smut

Parts: 4/4

Summary: To you, matters of the heart have always been simple. You’ve always lived by three rules: you don’t do emotions, you don’t do attachment, and you don’t do love. That is, until you meet the enigma that is Kim Namjoon- a man who shakes your entire world upside down.

Piercings by @personawife

Genre: smut

Parts: 2/2 + 1 (feat. Yoongi)

Summary: “What’s that sticking through your shirt?”

Rumor Has It by @jjungkookislife

Genre: smut

Parts: 2/2 + drabble

Summary: After hearing a rumor about your best friend, it's all you can think about.

Tear by @polaritae

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/3

Summary: Getting the attention of your crush seems impossible. Good thing your best friend is always willing to help out!

 

 

ONGOING

Dame-De-La-Nuit by @cyphahobi

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: First night on the job turns into a week long adventure of business and pleasure. Landing business man, Kim Seokjin as your first client, turns your whole world upside down.

Evanescent by @jinletgo

Genre:angst, smut

Parts: 1/?

Summary: You’re a journalist-aspiring secretary to Kim Namjoon, the CEO of Telescope, a leading lifestyle and culture magazine. One night with a handsome and charismatic stranger ignites a passion and excitement that you didn’t know you had. When that stranger turns out to be Kim Seokjin, the print journalist of a rival magazine, the simple life you take for granted and dream career you’d been working towards are left in jeopardy…

King of Hearts by @thecozywhaleshark

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 9/10

Summary: You are a famous writer who can’t exactly show up to an event alone… so you hire an escort… his name is Jin.

The City Comes Alive by @minflix

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 1/2

Summary: Being a street performer, Kim Seokjin sees many nameless and forgettable faces each and everyday. But there is this one girl that he can’t seem to forget. Maybe it’s because his heart seems to fall in love with her a little more each time she passes him by.

 

 

COMPLETE

Aperitivo by @bangtanbetchfics

Genre: smut, feat Jungkook

Parts: 2/2

Summary: On the heels of a breakup, you fall hopelessly in lust with two pastry chefs on your vacation in Venice.

Burden by @neonlights92

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 8/8

Summary: After the death of his wife during childbirth Kim Seokjin is unable to hold his baby daughter without grief taking control. Just three weeks after the love of his life is taken from him so suddenly, Jin is expected to marry somebody new. You are foolish and have spent your whole life pining after Kim Seokjin from afar, even after he marries your best friend, Seul.  But suddenly Seul is gone and you are expected to marry Jin and raise his child. You know your heart is already in it, but what about his?

Alt. Summary: A marriage to Kim Seokjin was all you ever wanted.  But not at the cost of your best friend’s life.

Don’t Wanna Fall by @9uk

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 4/4

Summary: After your boyfriend breaks up with you, you are in need of company. Strangely enough, you get more company than you had initially wanted.

Alt. summary: His world revolves around wealth, power and most importantly—women. He’d spoil every one of them by his side or on his bed, with limited edition bags and expensive heels. So why is the CEO of kim corporations currently buying you a pet bunny?

In The Bleak Midwinter by @pcyheartgirlx

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 25/25 + 2 different endings

Summary: We’re all whores, we just sell different parts of ourselves.

Peach Parfait by @jamaisjoons

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 2/2

Summary: You and Seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at Big Hit Academy of Culinary Arts.

The Devil Wears Armani by @floralseokjin

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 5/5 + drabbles

Summary: You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

 

 

ONGOING

Addicted by @yoongiandchiminie

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 4/?

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.

Choices by @btsiguess

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 4/?

Summary: You didn’t think that when you woke up this morning you were going to go out and buy a hybrid. But really, ending up with this stupid cat might be the best thing that ever happened to you. Much to both you and Yoongi’s chagrin. 

Grey Area by @blushoseoks

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 13/?

Summary: And just like that, your fate was sealed - because min yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

Reputation by @mindayss

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 1/?

Summary: Min Yoongi’s got quite a reputation. As do you.

 

 

COMPLETE

Di piano e forte by @justoneday-namjoonii

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 6/6

Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin.

Errantes by @cno-inbminor

Genre: fluff

Parts: 2/2 + Epilogue

Summary: Yoongi accidentally gets spiked pumpkin juice, but it’s not by alcohol. More like it was spiked by a Love Potion – Beguiling Bubbles, to be exact – and Sora may or may not have had a hand in this. The point is, she’s hoping Yoongi will never find out and she’ll be alive to take her N.E.W.T.’s.

Fragility by @writtenyoongi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/3

Summary: “There are a lot of fucked up things about me, you know? And there’s a lot of fucked up things that have happened. But when I’m with you all of those things, yeah they still exist but it’s like they’re a lot further away, I don’t feel as if they’re eating me alive.”

Long Time Coming by @an-exotic-writer

Genre: fluff, angst (?)

Parts: 6/6 + drabble

Summary: In which it’s been a long time coming since you’re meeting Min Yoongi once more.

Private Lessons by @baeseoul

Genre: smut

Parts: 2/2

Summary: “I have an idea,” Once he saw how you straightened in your seat, your gaze flaring with aggravation, he continued quickly, “For every question I get right, you tell me something about yourself.”

Skin Deep by @aquaminwrites

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 10/10

Summary: Yoongi has never—and presumably will never—like tattoos.

 

 

ONGOING

Bygones Of The Sun by @scriptaed

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/?

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the rises sun has gone into hiding- because perhaps its shadows have out-shines its own radiance.

Euphuistic by @guksthighs

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: Hoseok’s delivery of flowers does not go as planned when it starts raining and someone mysertious gives him an umbrella.

Plant A Kiss On These Tulips by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: fluff

Parts: 2/?

Summary: After your boss, Jisu–head wedding planner at Ornate Events–develops a ragweed allergy, you are put in charge of working with the florist company In Bloom. But instead of their top-notch flower arrangements, their incredibly radiant owner Jung Hoseok proves to be what catches your eye over the course of the months that follow.

Salted Caramel by @your-miss-right

Genre: fluff

Parts: 9/?

Summary: She liked him…a lot and she just wanted to get the point across. Too bad the wrong guy got it. Note to self: Check orders before writing little notes to the wrong customer!

Starfire by @readyplayerhobi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 6/?

Summary: The schism that broke the galaxy began, as it usually does, over a disagreement. The resultant civil war has raged for hundreds of years. When a ragtag group of travellers discovers something that could turn the tide of war, for good or for worse, the bonds of friendship and love will be tested.

Note: ok but basically just read all of Tali’s Hoseok series sdjfakjaf

Wall to Wall by @winetae

Genre: smut

Parts: 1/4

Summary: Temporary popularity is the biggest threat to your career right now. Without a solid core fan base you’re doomed to be forgotten. If not now, then in a month or two, and if not then, surely by the end of the year. That’s how quickly the adult film industry cycles through their actors, especially when you’re a woman. Your agent comes forward with a proposition to help put you back on the map.

 

 

COMPLETE

By Its Cover by @crystaljins

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 8/8

Summary: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride.

Life in the Fast Lane by @sugaxjpg

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 1/3

Summary: Hoseok was not someone who expected to find love, even less under the conditions he met you—bleeding to death in an alley, unable to go to an hospital without being recognized by the ones who did such thing to him. Though, he would soon learn that the best things in life are the unplanned, kind ones. Especially the kind ones.

The Black Book by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: smut

Parts: 9/-- (discontinued)

Summary: Being personal assistant involves doing a lot of different tasks for your boss Jung Hoseok–including setting up his rendezvous with his black book clientele.

The Gentlemen’s Club by @brookelegend

Genre: smut

Parts: 15/15 + Epilogue + author’s note + drabbles

Summary: You’ve been in a dating drought, more specifically, a sex drought. Your best friend has the perfect remedy for your problem: The Gentlemen’s Club.

 

 

ONGOING

Contraband by @leadermon

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 11/?

Summary: If you had known what you had known now, would you have gone? If you knew who you would meet, the boy with the bright orange hair, and how getting wrapped up in him would tear all your brother had built to the ground, would you have gone?

Crossroads by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 4/?

Summary: You summon Park Jimin, the crossroads demon who rather than taking your soul and granting you wish, wants to become an extremely annoying life companion.

induratize by @hobiwonder

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 5/?

Summary: Prince Jimin had grown up despising people from your empire and vice versa. When your father weds you to the crowned Prince of Haelyra, your kingdom’s sworn enemies, as a form of alliance to fight a greater evil, you struggle to make sense of your new life as the future Queen to be and deal with a husband who cannot stand you.

Jealousy Games by @avveh

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/?

Summary: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride.

 

 

COMPLETE

Handyman by @drquinzelharleen

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 5/5

Summary: Jimin is your landlord’s son. After one stressful day he comes to fix your shower for you. You find yourself constantly thinking about him. Could he be the perfect submissive?

I’ll Never Be Her by @anon-luv

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 5/5 + Epilogue + drabbles

Summary: You loved him with all your heart, but he could only give you half of his. Jimin was the love of your life, your night in shining armor when she wasn’t around. She was his ex girlfriend,  his first love, actually she was his many firsts and she kept coming back. He had warned you she was his weakness, but you didn’t listen, because to you having him even if it was only partially was better than not having him at all. At least for now.

Neighbors by @jkeuphoriadreamland

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 7/7 + Epilogue

Summary: Finally achieving your successes in life you never expected the distraction that came with your new hot neighbor. He however, had been trying to get your attention for a much different reason.

Nine One One by @yminie

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 2/2

Summary: When murder and crime threaten the city of Seoul, there’s a team in place to help keep the public safe, but just what do you do when all your training is to help others, and the one that needs help is actually you?

Limerence by @jiminscenarios

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 14/14 + Epilogue

Summary: He was a coldhearted asshole and the leader of South Korea’s most wanted gang, whereas she was an innocent and kind college student. They were polar opposites, yet he was so infatuated with her. But opposites are supposed to attract after all, aren’t they?

Love Yourself Trilogy by @threeletterslife

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 3/3

Summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda… but when life throws you curveballs, it is what it fucking is.

 

 

ONGOING

Begin Again by @writtenyoongi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 4/?

Summary: Things had been tough since your divorce from yoongi, you were still heartbroken over losing him whilst trying to balance being a single mother and providing the best you could for your daughter. When Kim Taehyung enters your life you start to learn how to love again, but the beautiful man is not without his own source of heartbreak.

The Client by @jungkookiebus

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: Your services applied to many types of people and you were good at what you did, delivering sexual fantasies. This particular client happens to be your personal favorite for more reasons than one.

Van Gogh by @btsjeonjazz

Genre: smut

Parts: 1/?

Summary: Who would have guessed that Kim Taehyung, honorable student and your tutor, had some dark secrets?

V2 by @honeyedhoseok

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 9/12

Summary: This series is reader-insert revolving around Taehyung and his long-term surreptitious relationship with Y/N. 

When You Least Expect It by @johobi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 12/15 + drabble

Summary: You’re in love with your childhood friend, Taehyung. The problem is, you treasure your friendship with him far too much to ever risk losing it. Oh, and he’s quite the Casanova. At your wits’ end with feelings you can no longer hide as diligently as you once did, you ask him to set you up with someone, anyone, in a last ditch attempt to avoid a heartbreaking conversation.

 

 

COMPLETE

Change by @junghelioseok

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 9/9 + Epilogue

Summary: A kind, handsome stranger makes you question your deteriorating relationship. 

One Good Purr (Deserves Another) by @jinpire

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 4/4

Summary: Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to visit Taehyung just before your heat. (Or to ask if his best friend was available.)

Summer Love by @analovegirl

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 3/3

Summary: It was Summer when he lost his whole world, his family and his identity. And it’s summer again when he comes across the girl he swore was his enemy. Join Taehyung, as he tries to find his true identity– as a human and as a merman, along with the mystery of his parent’s demise.

The Chrysanthemum Effect by @rosaetae

Genre: angst

Parts: 10/10 + Epilogue

Summary: Keeping your flowers, keeping your pain— it’s already everything you need to move on. How do you move on from things if you’re not willing to accept them?

Yarn by @dreamhimcloser

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 2/2

Summary: The mere idea that someone will kiss you while you slept made you shiver with disgust, but your educators promised you time and time again that this is exactly how you reach true love.

 

 

ONGOING

Block Party by @minlucent

Genre: smut

Parts: 2/?

Summary: Moving into your new apartment brings back memories of your biggest mistake.

Employee Perks by @chiminiemoans

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 3/?

Summary: Sure, the employee perks at your job were bonuses, life insurance, sick leave, health benefits etc. etc., but the best employee perk of all was working with a man known as Jeon Jungkook.

In Debt by @ichirakukpop

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 2/?

Summary: All your life you’ve been taken care of by your rich father and his money, but when a someone named Jungkook barges into your home demanding for his money back, your life is turned upside down.

Serendipity by @rohobi

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 10/13

Summary: The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. After forgetting to click out of his pornhub incognito tab last night, you find yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Jungkook at 3am watching the rest of it.

 

COMPLETE

Anima Meaology by @arckook

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 4/4 + Epilogue

Summary: Your best friend was never supposed to know that his name was on your wrist.

Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 6/6 + drabbles + spinoff oneshot

Summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely.

Goldilocks by @perpetually-jungshook

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 10/10 + drabble

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Oath by @bangtan-yeonghon

Genre: angst

Parts: 33/33

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Watch Me Babygirl by @lunarimagines

Genre: fluff, smut

Parts: 20/20

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Will You? by @jungee

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 2/2

Summary: Jungkook + you = prom dates??

 

 

ONGOING

Bangtan Crossing by @mintedmango

Genre: fluff

Parts: 4/?

Summary: You step off the train in the quiet of dusk with a relieved sigh, just looking at the awakening of some stars and the bottoms of trees of this countryside town in awe. It was so different from the city, so dark at night, not lit up by thousands of street lamps and buildings turned on in the wee hours of the evening.

Lifeline by @forgottenpasta

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 6/?

Summary: What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them?

Lueur De Lune by faery_kth (AO3)

Genre: fluff

Parts: 5/?

Summary: Your recent move has caused a lot of stress and you decide to take a stroll by the little lake behind your house only to find the moon and her fallen star.

Over the Moon by @threeletterslife

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 6/8

Summary: You feel isolated in the vast American country with no one but your older brother and your six rowdy friends to keep you company. But when they disappear without a trace, you’re left with nothing. Nothing until you become dragged into the world of the mob. The mafia world promises glory, fame and big bucks. But that comes with backstabbing, pain, regret and vengeance behind the veils. You’re not ready for that alone. Are you?

Potions, Magic, And Otherworldly Charmers by agentlemanshat (AO3)

Genre: fluff

Parts: 3/7

Summary: Have you ever imagined Namjoon as a high-end witch? Jungkook as a werewolf or Jimin as a merman? And a magical world full of possibilities? Well, look no further! Because here is where it happens.

Twisted Tails by @kmseokjins

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 4/?

Summary: After the death of your older sister, you're suddenly entrusted with her two hybrids. Who knew that following your sister's wishes would eventually turn your life upside down.

Void by @btssavedmylifeblr

Genre: angst, smut

Parts: 6/?

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

 

 

COMPLETE

A Fairy Tale’s End by @bangtan-dreamland

Genre: angst, fluff

Parts: 8/8 + Epilogue

Summary: You wanted, for once, to be someone important, someone needed- to be wanted and appreciated, to love and be loved. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.

College by @btslibrary

Genre: smut

Parts: 7/7

Summary: A 7-part BTS smut series.

Hybrid House by @hollyhomburg

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Parts: 3/3 + Epilogue

Summary: To Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally. So what happens when Namjoon finds you? A cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.

 

 

  

 congratulations you made it to the end....lol. enjoy all these fics and give the authors lots of love, okay? 🧡

[ubemango]

pups series 2: the first proposition (m)

more backstory: I’d posted this as a completely separate virgin au drabble from the rbf universe but I eventually combined it lol. Enjoy some new relationship feels 🥰🥰🥰

“Are you alright?”

You absolutely are not. The seams that hold you together are so close to bursting apart from the rush of being so bare in front of Namjoon. He’s been so sweet and understanding and entirely uncaring of any flab and scar, you’re almost mad that he hasn’t been mean to you. Not that he’d ever be anything but polite, but the anticipation of messing up is making you tremble too much. The pillow you’d situated atop your tummy scrunches under your fists. “M’good.”

“I can feel you.” He slides your legs till your knees are spread, feet anchored on the sheets. “You’re shaking.”

“Namjoon–”

“It’s cute.” The laugh he lets out zips through your core. His shoulders must be aching from the perched position he’s kept between your legs, but he traces a soft path with his thumbs on your thighs like he has all the time in the world. “You don’t have to be nervous.”

You huff. “You’re too much.”

“I’m too much?”

“Yeah. You feel–too good.”

“Like I said.” You can’t see him but you know he’s grinning. “It’s cute. Can I take your panties off?”

The proposition is too easy to agree with. “Yes.”

Namjoon’s hands are always warm. It’s an addictive heat you love to cling onto, and now it drags past your feet with the cold brush of your underwear. He pauses. The exhale on your pussy is shaky, and your eyes close in waiting. “Christ,” he sighs. “You smell… really good.”

“Oh. T-Thank you?”

“I’m gonna put my tongue on you now,” he continues.

You hum a nervous affirmative. Nothing’s prepared you for this: a general lack of good source material (re: porn is an elusive concept–your browser history isn’t as horribly stained as Namjoon’s and he knows that); the low number of body counts you’ve accumulated over the years (re: zero); and the question he’d posed just before he got you naked on his bed was so greatly startling all you could do correctly was say yes.

Feel perfectly free to refuse me. But would you please allow me to go down on you?

You were eating ice cream. An innocent at-home movie date. Your wide eyes, Namjoon’s nervousness. And now–this.

He laves a stripe so wet on your clit you mewl. You’re glad the pillow stays steady on your stomach because you don’t think you can handle the visual, much less the feeling. And god it feels good. “Oh–wow.”

“Fuck,” you hear Namjoon laugh. “You–you’re a horrible person!”

You squawk. “What–!”

“Depriving me.” He mumbles something else but it gets muffled by a kiss right on your leaking hole. “You make me hungry, hm?”

He lets you ruminate on that thought but you don’t think, can’t think, because now he’s suckling hard like he really is as deprived as he’d teased. Like you’d ever willingly deny him the sweetness of exploring pleasure the way you are now. Your gut caves when he circles his hard tongue, painting a new vision behind your eyelids because you wouldn’t dare take yourself out this dream. Namjoon’s hands keep you barred to his attention.

“Oh my god.”

He lets up with a smack. “Okay, pups?”

“M’good,” you confirm again.

It stays this way. A quick jolt when he sucks hard, licks even harder. No sounds but his soppy tasting and your disjointed moaning, something you’d tamp down with your hand but now Namjoon’s got your fingers twined with his. You stare at the ceiling in a daze.

“Any chance I can get you to move the pillow?”

And see your face from that horrid angle? “Nope.”

His hair brushes along your thigh when he nods. “Okay.”

Besides–your wrists sit so nice while you hold hands. Your panting hikes up with every long strip of his lapping, a heady sensation you’re trying so hard to buck into but Namjoon’s head is strong enough to push back.

“O-Oh–that. Felt really good. There!”

His tongue plays along your sopping entrance. “There?”

“Yes–”

There’s no warning, just the intrusion along your walls so sudden your thighs collapse on his ears, and Namjoon laughs before he has you spread wide again. “Pups, I can’t hold your hand if I have to hold you like this.”

You squeak when he presses a small kiss on your clit. “Sorry.”

“S’okay. Are you close at least?”

“Mhm,” you say, and Namjoon makes sure the grip he has around your fingers is tight before he dives in again. The vulgar flick along your sex has you struggling to keep your toes on the sheets. No fingers because you know you can come like this: that familiar tingling along the low of your pelvis like you’re so used to providing yourself but now Namjoon’s raised the bar so high. It’s a well-timed suction of his lips around your arousal that has you wailing: “N-Namjoon–I–oh god… I-I think I might–ngh!”

“Come when you wanth to.” He sounds garbled because he doesn’t lift his mouth from you, just drives home that dirty indulgence with hurried strokes. Hands fidgeting with anticipation, safely in Namjoon’s, nails the only danger when you clutch so tightly. It hits quick and you’re trying so hard to breathe properly, panting your way through an orgasm so heady you’re thrumming.

“Ah–Nam–oh my god. Oh my god. It’s–sogoodit’ssogoodplease–” He hums through his slurping, not letting up till you’re whining from it. “N-No more, please Joonie–”

“Fuck.” He leaves one last kiss before he appears from under the pillow. He still holds your hands. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect,” you sniffle.

Namjoon cackles; bends over you to slot his lips against yours. They’re wet. “Cutie. Ah. Your moans are so cute.”

You sigh into the pillow. “Noooo. Don’t do this to me.”

“I will,” he argues. Shifts down the bed to slide a palm across your sex just to feel you shiver. “You thought I was done?”

[sweetwritertanya]

Distractions At The Library

Summary: Namjoon is looking for you in the library, where you are studying for approaching exams. Of course, he ends up being a distraction even when you are angry at him.

Warnings: None, this is just FLUFF! A short and sweet drabble I’ve been meaning to write for a while now. I think I’ll write a smutty part 2, what do you think? Let me know!

Word Count: 1508

Namjoon was looking around behind his high scarf and pulled down beanie, hoping to God no one would recognize him. It’s not like the place was very busy at this time of day, but all it would take was one person to take a photo of him and he would be in trouble with the agency.

The only reason he was even taking this risk was because he really wanted to see you. And he knew you were mad at him for how long it has been since he came face to face with you. But now the album was all done, the songs were all recorded and ready to release, he finally had a bit of free time. Until the promotions started, anyway.

Footsteps loud in the almost empty library, he turned a corner and finally found you. He allowed himself to just marvel for a minute, at how incredibly beautiful you looked. Hair pulled back, but with a few strands falling out, round arms covered in a grey sweater layered with a warm dress on top. The fabric hugged the swells of your breasts tentatively, your lower belly poking further with the siting position you were in, thick legs crossing at your ankles beneath the chair. The black tights you sported were so stretched that your skin showed through. You had about ten books around you, and were currently focusing particularly hard on one of them, taking notes as you read.

Namjoon licked his dry lips and gulped at how delightful you looked right then and there.

Shaking the dirty thoughts out of his head, he picked up his pace and picked the chair next to you to sit on before you even noticed someone was approaching.

He was wearing very low-key clothes and you could barely see his face, but you recognized him immediately.

“Joon!” you exclaim and immediately slap your mouth shut, looking around with wide eyes to see if anyone heard you. Thankfully, it didn’t seem so. You turned back to your boyfriend with frowned eyebrows and pouted lips tugging down. “What are you doing here? And how did you know I was here?” You whispered angrily.

He leaned towards you, so that his shoulder was touching yours, crossed his arms on the table and laid his head on top, thin eyes set on you as he pulled his scarf a bit down and you could see his smile under.

“It’s exam season. Of course you’re in here” he simply states, in a low murmur. You huff.

“Must be nice to know where someone is. You know, without having to text them and wait hours and hours, sometimes days for a response” you say grudgingly. It was Namjoon’s turn to pout.

“Hey, I have never gone more than a day without texting you back. And I apologized for it” he defended.

“No, you didn’t” you refuted, starting to pick up the books you had pulled out to study, suddenly not feeling like reading them anymore. “You gave excuses, manly about how busy you were, how you spent hours working on a song with Yoongi or going to record vocals with the boys.”

You got up from your chair, grabbing all the books, pulling them to your plushy chest so they wouldn’t fall, trying to avoid Namjoon’s reaching hands, but he grabbed five books before you could stop him.

“I was just trying to explain myself, telling you the truth” he maintained as you started walking down the aisles of bookshelves with him right behind.

“Guess what, Namjoon. I’m busy too. In case you can’t tell, my classes and studying takes up a lot of my time and energy. Nevertheless, I always pick up my phone and text you at least twice a day, because I care about you and I want to know how you are doing. Too bad you don’t feel the same.” Your anger turns into sadness, as the thought that he didn’t love you as much as you loved him crushed your heart a bit.

The loud sound of something falling makes you jump slightly and you were just about to turn around to see what had happened when two long arms come around your stomach and Namjoon scrunches down to hide his face on your neck, cold nose making you shiver a bit. You place down the two books you still had to return to their places on the shelf, sighing as you lean into his warm embrace. His lengthy body seemed to engulf yours so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces. His scent of rain and dew comfortably immersed you.

“I do feel the same, Y/N” he reassures, lips brushing the skin of your shoulder as he spoke, arms growing tighter around your fluffiness. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, baby. The only reason I don’t text you while I’m working is because I know I won’t be able to stop. I’ll be distracted, waiting for your response. And if I call you it’s even worse, the sound of your voice makes me just want to come run to your arms.”

Your heart swells a bit at his explanation. A small smile comes to your lips, one of your hands squeezing one of the arms around you and the other coming up to brush his head, over the beanie he was wearing. You feel him pulling you tighter at the gesture, landing a sweet kiss on the curve of your covered shoulder.

“Really? You’re not just saying that to appease me?” you ask warily.

His arms loosen at that and he lifts his head, but only enough for his big hands to grab your scrumptious hips and turn you around so you are facing him, his hands clasping together on your lower back, pressing your bodies together tightly and resting his forehead against yours as he looked down lovingly at you.

“Of course not. I mean every word” he tells you.

“And you do have a way with words” you sigh, smiling up at him and swinging your arms around his neck. “Don��t you, Mr. Songwriter?”

“Only because you give such inspiration” he smiles widely back, cute dimples showing up. “Can I kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?”

You giggle, amused.

“Since when do you have to ask?”

With an odd flutter on your stomach, you closed your eyes at the same time he closed his, leaning down and closing the remaining few inches between your lips to gently tug at them. Breaths intermingling as mouths joined together in a slow and rhythmic movement, you melted against him, tingling sensations coming up your spine as your heart beats loudly against your ribcage.

Hands roaming up and down the bumps and lumps of your sides and back, but still keeping it innocent enough, Namjoon deepened the kiss in order to taste your honeyed flavored mouth. Tongue sinking past your lips, he offered deep and slow strokes against your own, the hairs at the nape of his neck standing up at the electric shocks it originated, running down his back to his lower abdomen.

He could never get used to this, kissing and tasting you; it intoxicated him. He squeezed you tighter, urging to feel your soft and plush body against his, memories flashing behind his closed eyes of all your splendid curves, the smoothness of your skin, the graspable flesh, the jiggling motion it made… It drove him absolutely crazy.

“Nam… Namjoon…!” you tried to call although his lips were restless against yours, making it very difficult to think straight. “Namjoon, we’re in a library, calm down” you remind him when you finally pull away enough to part your mouths.

“I missed you so much” he simply states, through half-closed eyes, trying to catch your lips again.

You place your index finger against his eager mouth, keeping him in place as you smile warmly up at him, the other hand brushing his right cheek sweetly.

“Help me return these books to their places and we can go back to my house together, okay?” you propose to him.

“Finished studying for your exams?” he questions dizzily as you start picking up the books he dropped as well as the ones you put on the shelf behind you.

“Like I can study with you around!” you laugh.

“Why? Am I such a big distraction?” he teases, helping you with the books.

“Don’t flatter yourself. A lot of things distract me, which is why I prefer to come to the library to study” you elaborate. Smirking, Namjoon leans so down so he is at eye level with you.

“Too bad there are distractions at the library, also. Mainly, me.”

“The only distraction than can follow me here, I’m afraid” you concede, leaning forward to catch his lips for a quick peck before walking past him. “C’mon, these books won’t put themselves back.”

“Right behind you, babe.” You miss the complete love-struck and affectionate gaze on Namjoon’s eyes as he follows you through the library, a silly dimple smile tugging at his lips.

[soft-hard-peaches]

Drabble

Mundane Manna

note: During bv4 Nams was stressed out while working on songs but felt content with helping squad around the campfire. I think sometimes we need a bit of a distraction to clear our minds. So i wrote dis lol

~fluff~

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon has been working non stop on the new album and you see it’s taking a toll on his mental state. You haven’t seen him since this morning but go along your day as usual. Dinner time; you’re cooking a warm hearty meal hoping to soothe your weary boyfriend but you didn’t expect he’d be drawn in by the smell mid-cooking.

You hear the kitchen stool being pulled out and turn around to a tired looking Joon. You smile at him though he is looking down at the counter seemingly absentminded but you know he has the weight of the world on his slouched shoulders. You turn from him worried that it’s one of those times where mentally he’s not connected because of how stressed and tired he is.

“Hey babe. Dinner will be ready in about an hour or so.”, you try to say gleefully and he responds with a low moan. You’re not surprised considering in this state he doesn’t speak as much but it still pains you. He works overmuch selflessly for his group, their company, their fans, and their image. You’ll do anything for him in these situations, to rid him of any excess burdens that doesn’t have to do with the field.

You hum to the current song playing from your Shooky speaker as you dice the green onions and shuffle over to turn on the stove. You hear Joon shuffle a bit on the chair but you don’t look back at him. After a few minutes you hear him clear his throat, knowing he’s about to say something most likely along the lines like: “I’m gonna go back to work” or “ Call me when it’s ready please”. But he says something that throws you off for a second.

“Can I help you with cooking?” You stop for a second. Inside you’re thinking: “he doesn’t ask to cook… He doesn’t know how to cook..?” But you quickly think of something simple for him, “hmm you can peel these potatoes for us. I’m making your favorite stew.” You turn to put the bowl of small taters on the counter and hand him the peeler. For the first time today you look him in the eyes.

Sweetly intense and soulful, after a few seconds of contact he smiles at you causing your heart to flutter like a hopeless schoolgirl. You go back to cooking all the while smiling to the sound of him humming but not to the song currently playing but to a unknown song. You know he will show you the song when it’s ready.

You became so lost in the process of cooking that you didn’t notice Joon getting up till you felt him poking you with the bowl of nicely peeled spuds. You look down at the surprisingly clean vegetables then up at your boyfriend. He tries to hide his prideful smile causing you to giggle and take the bowl from him.

You turn to empty the bowl into the boiling broth then quickly return to catch Namjoon before he walked away. You tugged at his grey hoodie to pull him into your embrace. Once you wrapped your arms around his large sturdy body, he soon after wraps his arms around you tightly. You two stay in an embrace for what feels like a cozy eternity, alternating between him nuzzling at the crown of your head and him petting you causing you to contently moan.

He grabs your hips to get you to look up at him and you do, “I love you”, he says gazing at you and you returned the statement and gesture.

 You both finally let go and he walked away, “I’m going to go take a nap. Call me when it’s ready please”, he says as he leaves. 

“‘Kay babe, thanks for helping”, you respond gleefully.

[taetaespeaches]

Hello, I wanted to pop up and say, what a nice nice sweet drabble that was, I know it was angst, but I loved it bc I envy the way tae could defend himself and reassure her his love, ugh. Exquisite. And also I'd like to say that I think I already have picked my bias, and *drum roll* it's nam fucking joon, I can't get him out of my head, tae is obviously a wrecker tho, but right now as I was changing my phone background to hobi I thought not only he is wrecking my bias too, but also my whole life, damn it.

Ahh thank you! I’m so glad you liked it! I think Tae would be so fucking committed in a relationship that he would be highly offended by being doubted but would also care so much that he’d be like I. LOVE. YOU. He’s such a gem :( and girl! Namjoon is literally the whole package, that man is so wonderful. What a good fucking bias! But Tae and HOBI!!! as wreckers are very legitimate. I seriously look at Hobi and think, “you’re too cool for me, like you’re on another level and I simply cannot keep up. I will adore you from afar sir”. I’m somewhat loyal with Tae these days but I’m CONSTANTLY being wrecked by everyone else (Yoongi still may share the bias spot-idk it’s complicated) 

[pffbts]

If possible I would like to request an imagine with Namjoon. Y/N and Namjoon were slowly drifting apart due to Namjoon job. It got a point we’re Y/n though about breaking up with him but Namjoon is also aware o the situation btw them and make Y/N change her mind. Hope it wasn’t too confuse. Thank love you work 💜

―genre: fluff; angst; crack.

―pairing: namjoon x female reader | no supporting character.

―w.c: 1.8K

―author`s note: this was supposed to be a little drabble like imagines and now it looks like a whole fic. i`m sorry if this isn`t what you expected. but nevertheless, i tried and i probably sound like an emo fool after writing such fic as below. thank you for sending in this idea, i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it, baby! much love <33.

[05:09 PM] [cherry blossom outside the large transparent window while the afternoon sun covers half the stature of someone`s significant other]

― the girl beside his desk has an eye for him. namjoon knows all about it and it wasn`t that which made him feel anything special. he sighed, as he glanced over to his computer screen. suddenly, the tie around his neck felt too tight. then he looked at the right down corner of his computer screen, the time saying almost 10:00 P.M. you must be drastically worried. or maybe not.

this has been a regular thing now. namjoon don`t even have time for himself. how could he manage to keep track of his live-in girlfriend? it`s been exactly two years, eight complete months and thirteen days that namjoon confessed about his love for you in front of his present shared home with you. at that time, you weren`t staying with him. you were just a casual visitor, a thread of movies and books that kept you going with him for hours and hours of conversation.

it was spring at that time and the cherry blossoms look ethereal, especially falling across your face that glowed time to time as namjoon`s words for confession flowed with each passing seconds. he, after three months, revealed that he had practised it for almost fiftieth time just to get it completely perfect in front of you.

the girl next to him kept looking at him. he let the tie get loose with the single tug of his forefinger across the knot. the clock said 10:27 PM – what? it has already been almost half an hour? namjoon shook his head microscopically and pushed his chair back, and got up picking up all the printouts and folders stacked on his desk. the girl next to him – what is her name again? who knows? – shot her eyes up to follow his movements.

namjoon ran across the parking lot. the clock said 11:03 PM. he felt fucked up. he wanted to stop you from leaving him. yes, it has been his fault all along. after all, the sudden promotion at his office got with a hectic, piled up works and along with that the constant pressure of keeping you happy. no, what the hell is wrong with him? how can he call the mere presence of yours in his life, as his lover, as the only woman in his life now that his mother is up in the sky, a pressure? sure, his mother isn`t smiling right now. she must be looking down at her son while he drives past the restaurant he first met you, thinking that this isn`t the son she raised.

namjoon knew you were tired. it started showing when you stopped staying up late for dinner at the dinner table when you stopped sleeping face to face with him when you stopped mending the little decoratives on the cupboards that he broke without any warning. he could see all the signs and if your eyes ever met his, you would only smile – but that smile wasn`t a smile of someone still in hope, it was the smile of someone who slowly fades away.

he parked the car in the apartment garage and pulled out the keys. of course, the door is all locked. he quickly climbs all the stairs and when he finally opens the door of his shared apartment, he could only hear the sound of his loud heartbeat pumping enough blood to take in anything. the sight of your white coat still hanging and all of your shoes – namjoon counted them, just out of habit – sneakers (one blue and one white), beige coloured stiletto, and another blue dockside and oh, there`s the recent one – a block heels. namjoon smiled and as the counting of your shoes finished at the back of his mind, he slowly with no sound took his own shoes off – a mere office shoe (nothing interesting, just the normal black ones). he placed them very cautiously beside his own black vans.

he unbuttoned his white shirt while still walking with pressed steps towards the bedroom. the dinner was covered at the dinner table, but namjoon was in no mood for that. his appetite had been gone for the last couple of hours after the constant scrutinizing gaze from the female co-worker beside his desk to the words of his boss while he handed him another stack of folders.

namjoon simply wanted to face you while he lies down on his bed tonight, if and if only while he completely takes off his shirt in front of the bedroom`s door, he could see the calm and sleeping figure of you in his and your bed.

the grip from his shirt loses and it falls down without any sound – just like you went away.

*

the empty bed was enough information, actually, no, the empty closet was enough information that you had left him. wait, does that mean, you got new shoes? or wait, maybe you didn`t even think of it and walked out in your slippers. how many times? how many times has namjoon told you not to walk around the place outside the home in your slippers?

namjoon let out a burst of hysterical laughter – as if he`s completely lost all his senses. this isn`t what promotion means. promotion comes with stability, marriage plans, babies and a lot more of that. what was he doing? he was accepting stacks and stacks of folders each night, coming home past midnight, getting eye fucked by some creepy co-worker, not giving a single loving kiss to his girlfriend every time he goes out for office – you ask why – because when he leaves, it`s early morning and you never woke up before 8:00 AM ever in your life.

he went for another drive, all through the traffic, passing the same restaurant now that it flocks with a countless number of people at 04:34 PM next day. namjoon has taken half his day off today just because his boss couldn`t stop seeing his first-class employee getting a stroke in the completely air-conditioned office.

namjoon felt the same kind of heart beats coming back to life after last night when he somehow silenced them by counting your shoes. huh, god this isn`t the time to think of counting shoes. like who the fuck counts shoes to slow down your heartbeat? normal people would look at stars, count the stars, count the clouds but no, your lover, your pathetic yet silly lover, kim namjoon counts your shoes every night he comes back home just to confirm if you`re still putting up with his recklessness.

he never used the doorbell at your little apartment. he always knocked – three times in a row. he remembered you saying that, three knocks equivalent to – kim (knock) nam (knock) joon (knock). no, it wasn`t just him who was pathetic, you sound stupid too. it`s not just him who has three syllables in his full name in the world. but, then he remembered you said that no one knocks the doors these days. they always use the doorbell.

when the door opened, namjoon felt like he needed a sunglass, and a tube of sunscreen because you looked too vibrant as if pushing the literal sun to its limit.

“namjoon?” so that`s how your voice sounds like? so that`s how the sun sounds like?

his senses came back and soon his furiously beating heart dropped to the deepest pit hole inside his body. you had never used his full name, not until the second day of your and his meeting at the restaurant. you always called him ‘joon’. you were always – joon this, joon that, joon take care, joon good morning, joon…joon i love you.

he pushed you inside the room and went down on his knees, his hands tightly holding your side. namjoon cried like there was no one in front of him, like the main door of his girlfriend`s little apartment isn`t wide open, like the tint of the warm sunlight isn`t warming up his hands that gripped your sides as support.

“i`m sorry! i`m sorry!” he wailed like a baby, “i was confused. i was so fucked up with all the promotions and the constant work pressure that i forgot i had the biggest priority back in my home. our home.” he looked back up at your face to see that your eyes weren`t looking away from him, they were filled with tears and down on him. “i told my boss that i`ll leave the post and go back to being the normal employee. i can`t afford to lose you again. not when no other person is there for me. i don`t want to become lonely again, y/n! please come back!”

“joon! no” yes! namjoon`s insides yelped with the tiniest bit of hope. you called him joon again. “don`t say things like that – you`ve worked hard for that position that you have took up today. i know the work pressure went up but i really didn`t expect you to stop caring about our side altogether.” namjoon shook his head against your thigh as his face remained pushed against it. “you know what? i was really feeling stupid when i walked out because it was only when i looked down at my feet after coming here that i realized that i was still in my home slippers.” stupid, namjoon said to you in his mind. “i thought i could just pull you by your tie and make you sit with me and talk it all out. i was really stupid, right?”

you went on your knees just like namjoon. even on your knees, you were shorter than him. how silly! how cinematic the view looked! you took hold of his face and in a slow, soft and stern voice, you asked, “where`s my kiss, stupid?”

the clock read 05:09 PM and namjoon witnesses the first cherry blossom of the arriving spring outside the large window and then his eyes looked upon the sleeping figure of you – his significant other, facing his side, the setting sun over half of your stature.

namjoon could still tell how much abandoned your lips felt like.