#bts namjo

[ugh-yoongi]

Hi! For the Valentine’s Day drabble I was thinking there’s an office Valentine’s Day party and namjoon and y/n are both single but somehow they end up hooking up in a broom closet. 😭😭

boy oh boy was i glad to get an excuse to write some namjoon porn after this whirlwind of a day! mr. shows up to the office 15 minutes late with starbucks a giant ass hickey on his neck thinking his coworkers wouldn't notice....... hoe behavior.

this is rushed bc i've had brainworms since yoongi's tour announcement, my bad! unedited again bc we die like men.

pairing: namjoon x f. reader

genre: pwp, crack/humor, office au

rating: explicit. minors dni.

warnings: swearing, catboy yoongi agenda, taehyung is a menace, mentions of drug use (weed), reader wears a dress and is a bit of a brat, one (1) spank, fingering, protected sex in an office closet.

wordcount: 1.2k

not taking anymore drabble requests, but feel free to come yell at me about how unhinged this week has been in bts world

(The party had been Taehyung’s idea.

A nice way to break up the afternoon, he’d said, because it wasn’t like Q1 was already slow as it was; wasn’t like you spent most of your workday typing gibberish into empty Word documents to appear busy. Point is: there was no soulless office monotony to break up, Seokjin just hadn’t felt like arguing, so he’d signed off on the Valentine’s Day party without even reading Taehyung’s harebrained proposal.)

“There’s a chocolate fountain in the cafeteria,” Yoongi says, voice bordering on stunned disbelief as he drops into his cubicle next to yours. “It has edible glitter in it.”

“Yeah,” you retort, because there certainly is a chocolate fountain with edible glitter in it in the cafeteria and Seokjin had signed off on it without sparing a second to think. “Taehyung’s idea.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Were the heart-shaped bath bombs his idea too?”

“Haven’t seen those. Where’d he put them?”

“In the toilets. He’s gonna ruin the plumbing. Seokjin’s gonna throw a fucking fit, and we’re accounting, so he’s gonna make it our problem.” Yoongi groans. Plonks his head down on his desk. “I bet he’s gonna cut the Cat Fridays budget to cover the cost.”

“Oh no,” you intone, “not Cat Fridays.”

Yoongi picks his head up only to glare at you. “Fuck off. Some of us need the stress relief.”

“So grow up and smoke weed like an adult, Yoongi.”

“I have asthma, you fucking prick—”

Yoongi’s tirade—which you’re sure was going to be effective and logical and would not, at all, devolve into baseless name-calling—is interrupted by Taehyung, who appears behind you out of nowhere and sprinkles confetti over your and Yoongi’s desks. “Surprise! Party time!”

“Taehyung, I swear to fuck—”

But then Taehyung’s gone, the copious amounts of heart-shaped confetti the only proof he’d been there at all. Your desk neighbor looks murderous, but the lure of the chocolate fountain is strong, especially when there’s little tea cakes, too, so it’s not really a surprise that he nearly bulldozes you into the wall to get there first.

It’s not that you hate Valentine’s Day. You don’t even dislike it, because you actually like those chalky conversation hearts so everyone offloads them onto you, it’s just a little hard to focus when Kim Namjoon strolls in wearing a silk shirt with the top button undone. It’s doubly hard to focus when Jeongguk zeroes in on him immediately, and goes, “What is that?”

You pretend not to hear it, because they can’t suspect you if you don’t react, and a reaction is exactly what Jeongguk is looking for.

“What is what,” Namjoon replies, sounding as nonplussed as ever. You’d buy it, if you didn’t know him as well as you do, but because you do, you know it’s a farce. Any second now he’s going to crack. Sooner, if anyone presses him on it.

You hear someone click their tongue. Maybe Jeongguk, but you aren’t turning around to check. You can already feel how warm your cheeks are; there’s no way you’d be able to hide it.

“That thing on your neck.” Oh, god, that’s Jimin’s voice.

Namjoon chuckles. Acts like this entire conversation is beneath him, and that’s definitely doing something for you. Definitely has you squeezing your thighs together as you stand next to the stupid chocolate fountain, trying to eavesdrop over the mechanical whirring. “I got hurt at the gym last night.”

“The gym,” Jimin repeats, and it’s clear he doesn’t buy it. “And what were you doing at the gym that resulted in a neck injury? You just said the other day you haven’t been working out much.”

“CrossFit.”

“Wait, I’m confused. Were you doing CrossFit or were you at the gym?”

“He was doing CrossFit at the gym. He just said that—”

“No he wasn’t,” Jeongguk argues. “That’s like saying you were doing gym at the gym, it doesn’t make sense—”

You roll your lips to keep from laughing. Look up at seemingly the perfect time, because Namjoon’s already looking at you, gaze all but saying, see what you did? And, yeah, you do—you can see it loud and clear, all the way from the other side of the room, because that dark bruise on his neck is courtesy of you. Roughly three days old, given in the dark of his bedroom after company drinks on Friday.

So you tamper your embarrassment. Shrug a little. Dip a strawberry into Taehyung’s ridiculous chocolate fountain with the edible glitter and stare as you bring it to your mouth, wrap your lips around it. Jimin and Jeongguk are still arguing, and Namjoon is just watching, corners of his mouth quirked up infinitesimally.

Then he gestures to the hallway.

Mouths meet me there.

And you know what that means.

It’s frenzied and hurried from the start. Namjoon’s everywhere and nowhere at once—skimming, pinching, grabbing at every inch of skin he can get his hands on before they disappear, move onto someplace else. “This is gonna have to be quick,” he says, already breathless, and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“No shit.”

That earns you a smack on the ass. “Keep this out of the way,” he says, pushing your dress up and over your hips. “See, this is the reason I told you no marks.”

There’s a riposte on the tip of your tongue, something obvious like you weren’t complaining when I was giving it to you, and Namjoon must know this because he pulls your underwear to the side and sinks two fingers into your cunt. Embarrassing, how seamless the slide is; how there’s no friction, just his large fingers pressing insistently on your g-spot.

He groans. Aborts the sound halfway so he doesn’t get the two of you caught. “Love how you’re always so wet for me.”

“Not you,” you retort. “Got really excited about the chocolate fountain.” You can’t see him, considering he’s got you bent over at the waist, but you know he’s rolling his eyes.

“I shouldn’t fuck you at all, since you wanna be a brat.”

“Yeah, I think HR would be inclined to agree—”

He cuts you off with another swat to your ass. Stops touching you only as long as it takes to roll on a condom, and then he’s pressing inside. It’s all heat: Namjoon rolling his hips at a steady pace, careful to be quiet; his fingers immediately moving to rub at your clit, because this definitely has to be quick; him whispering pure filth in that deep voice of his.

You’re teetering on the edge of the quickest orgasm of all time when your blurt out, “Is Yoongi allergic to cats?”

Namjoon just groans again. Pure annoyance. Plays along. Says, “I don’t know, why?”

“Be-because he said he can’t—fuck—smoke weed because he ha-has asthma, but he’s really—oh fuck, I’m gonna come—really scared Seokjin’s gonna—fuuuuuuck—gonna get rid of Cat Fridays.”

Namjoon thrusts harder, reaches deeper. “Will you just shut up and come? Who cares about Yoongi right now—”

Then, because both Yoongi and the universe hate you, there’s a knock on the door. “Really weird you two are in there talking about me while you’re fucking.”

And Namjoon must have some kind of voyeurism kink he hasn’t told you about, because he moans low and spills into the condom.

[thefaithfulwriter1]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 (𝟎𝟏. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆)

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 | ❝ You both are the missing pieces to my puzzle of happiness. ❞

Summary - She could set the world on fire if she wanted to. She didn't though but if it came to it, she'd make sure the fire didn't touch her five lovers, her pack. She would do anything for them. But recently she felt like something was missing. She knew something was missing she could feel it in her heart. It often caused her to get stuck in her thoughts and drifting off staring out the window. It soon changes though when she finds two hybrids a tiger, and a black panther. Soon she takes them in and trains them with the help of her lovers. The six of you soon teach them how to be two powerful hybrids. As she trains them, she and her five lovers find themselves growing attached to the two hybrids, Taehyung and Jungkook. She soon finds that it was Taehyung and Jungkook who were missing. They were her two missing pieces. The missing pieces that she was looking for.

Pairing - BTS x Fem!Reader or OT7 x Fem!Reader

Alternative Universe - Mafia, Hybrid

Warnings - Fluff, Angst, Semi Smut, Language, Violence, Death, Gore, Weapons, Past Abuse, Poly. Relationship, MxM, MxF, May Add More If Needed

Characters - 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐘/𝐧 𝐋/𝐧 - 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚, 𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 - 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧 - 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧 - 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 -𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 - 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐚, 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 - 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤 - 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧- 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐡 𝐇𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 -

A black car could be seen driving down a road alongside trees. Driving, it came to a slow stop and was met with a gated entrance that was hard to spot. Upon coming to the entrance, a camera appeared to move and scan the car as the window began to roll down. As the window rolled down further revealing a man with sunglasses on. A female voice could soon be heard in the air seeming to come from an unseen intercom.

"Please state your name, and business."

"Namjoon, Gamma, and I live here!" Namjoon grunted loud as he took off his glasses as he looked at the camera showing his face fully. A sigh left him as he looked at the camera with narrow eyes. He wasn't in the mood right. Being that he just found out something that was important.

"Yes, sir you may enter," the woman answered as the pressing of buttons could be heard.

"While you're at it tell everyone that we need to have a meeting, it's urgent!" Namjoon shouted as he sped his car through the opening gates. Driving past a patch of trees revealed a huge pristine mansion. As Namjoon stopped abruptly in front of the mansion he was met with a man in a suit. Stepping out of the car he sends the man a small smile and drops his car keys in his hands. Moving he walks and enters the mansion and closes the doors behind him. Turning he was met by two men and one male hybrid.

"What's so urgent that we need a meeting Namjoon," one of the men questioned as he crossed arms.

"Yoongi, we have a problem that I'll explain in the meeting," Namjoon answered the man known as Yoongi or Beta. With that said all of them understood and started their way down a hallway. With a few turns the group was met with a pair of black doors. The third man who's name was Seokjin, Jin, or also known as Delta was the first to open the doors.

Entering the room there was a desk in the middle of the room with a window behind it. Papers were scattered everywhere in piles along with books. The chair behind the desk was a big black cushioned chair that was facing the window. When the group walked in more a full grown cheetah jumped from the front of the chair. The cheetah soon walked over to Yoongi and rubbed against his legs purring. The man smiled at the feline and reached down to pet their head.

"Alpha?" Namjoon was the first to break the silence but wasn't answered. After a few moments Yoongi then stood up fixing his coat and shouted. Upon hearing him shout the cheetah ran out of the room quickly. Knowing they needed to shift quicky and get back soon.

"Y/n!?"

"What the fuck do you want," you growled back at the group from your seat in the chair. Turning the chair around slowly you were revealed. A woman who had long hair that was slicked back into a low ponytail. Along with dark eyes that seemed to be tired and held pain. With your bright red painted lips and black suit with a red tie.

"I told them to tell you that we needed a meeting urgently." Namjoon informed you as he sat in a chair in front of your desk. When he said this the door to the office was opened quickly to reveal a male feline hybrid. He was the cheetah from earlier. Who seemed to be running as he quietly closed the door behind him. Seeing the attention on him he sent a shy smile and went to sit next to Yoongi. Who was sitting on a couch in the office.

"Yeah and you could do the meeting without me and have Yoongi or one of the others report back to me," you said, crossing your arms and legs. As you leaned back in your chair. You were very much aggravated right now. Before the men had come and bothered you, you were in your own little world thinking of things that could have been. Thinking of the small hollow feeling you have been feeling recently. You weren't one to get lost in your head much, you couldn't afford to. So when you did get lost in your mind and was disturbed it put you in a foul mood.

"Sorry. I couldn't because this is a meeting for all of us, including you. We need to make a plan to raid a gang's place and you need to oversee it," Namjoon explained to you with a grim look. Namjoon knew you were going through something that no one knew about. So, he tried to leave you be as much as he could. But this was a problem that came up that he needed you to oversee. Being you were the leader, and you were the one that specializes in raids.

"What now?" You grunted with a clenched jaw.

"James and his group have been trying to take over one of our territories discreetly and he almost has control," Namjoon started as he reached into his coat pocket. Taking out a few papers with sell numbers and names. Leaning over he handed you the papers and continued his speech, "I got a call from an undercover informant in James' gang that I placed a while back to keep an eye on him. And they got a hold of these numbers and names that were being documented for proof. And they even told me that it would be best if we raid today. They faxed all of this and a layout of James hideout."

Namjoon finished telling everyone. You looked over the papers and began to search through your own papers to see any connections. Upon seeing it was indeed true you began cursing under your breath. You were livid that something like this had happened.

"Why the hell does this informant want to give us all of this information? They didn't just hand this over out of the goodness of their heart," Jin questioned Namjoon. From his spot on the couch with Yoongi and the feline male hybrid. You placed both of your arms on the desk waiting for Namjoon to answer. Because you were more interested now than ever after seeing the papers.

"Truly... all they wanted was us to take down James. To stay anonymous, and to get enough money for them to get out of this business and start a normal life," Namjoon faltered. Knowing that what he was going to say next was going to anger you.

"And?" Yoongi asked, coming into the conversation. He knew Namjoon was holding something back.

"Well they know it is a long shot... but they want us to consider sparing the two hybrids James has. They were very adamant about the two hybrids saying they were being treated horribly and they didn't deserve to be killed with James Gang," Namjoon answered. Informing the group about the last thing the informant wanted.

"Well that's not up to them, I'll take it into consideration. But I make the final decisions,"  snyouapped, pointing to yourself. Not liking being told what to do. You then turned to the two male hybrids in the room. One being the hybrid sitting in between Jin and Yoongi on the couch named Jimin. And the other a wolf hybrid sitting on the arm of the couch named Hoseok or Hobi. You then asked both with a small smile, "do either of you know the hybrids that James has."

"I don't know much just that they're rare breeds," Hobi informed. This led everyone to look over to Jimin. Jimin smiled at everyone as he thought about all the hybrids he knew. Hobi and Jimin were the organizers and links that the group had to hybrids all over. From gangs to businesses all were mostly informants but some could be more if they chose to be. Many humans underestimated hybrids and looked at them as if they were below them. Using this to their advantage they would help hybrids all over and ask if they'd like to join. Which many agreed too. Especially upon seeing how you treated your gang and hybrids alike no discrimination. But they could also always see that you had a soft spot for hybrids for some reason.

"James doesn't like hybrids. But I do know he bought two on the black market a little over a year ago. I think a tiger and black panther. Both males and both are very rare predator breeds. That's all I can remember getting informed I was never able to get in touch with them. He has them under lock and key," Jimin answered with a grim look. Everyone else had looks of sadness and sympathy knowing that they must truly be treated horribly. Knowing that Namjoon's informant was telling the truth about James taking over their territory. Why would they lie about the hybrids and be persistent about them?

"Well I guess we're doing this," you said. As you got up from your seat with papers in hand. Straightening your suit you led the group to the doors. The sound of your heels clicking against the floor as you took out your phone.

"Get everyone to the meeting room now!"

You ordered with a growl through your phone before hanging up and placing it in your pocket. Hobi opened the door for everyone. Giving you a wide smile as his tail wagged while you sent him a small one in return. Walking by you reached up and ran your finger through his hair. Which granted you a pleasant grumble from Hobi leading you to chuckle.

When your hand left Hobi's hair your arm was soon taken by Jimin. Who looped his own arm with yours. Shaking your head you looked at the feline hybrid and was met with a smile. Smiling, you leaned in and kissed Jimin's cheek. A purr left him as he hugged your arm to him. They were soon walking in sync with each other. As Jimin leaned down so his head was on your shoulder. Continuing on your way through the mansion to another area as you study the papers. You then hand them over to Yoongi. Who takes them gratefully studying them himself.

Reaching a room, a male dog hybrid in a suit opens the doors for you all. As you walked in the room Jimin detached himself from you but stayed close. Everyone entered silently. Still handing off the papers to each other all wanting to take a look. Looking around the room you were met by many men and women. Along with hybrids of all kinds male and female.

"Let's begin, shall we?" You announced getting everyone's attention.

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[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's Masterlist

[10052023] Chaeri's Instagram update

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Jungkook and Chaeri from BTS Reconciled? A Reunion at Calvin Klein Event

Celebrities reveal the reason behind their past argument, but doubts persist

The entertainment industry was shaken when members of the worldwide famous Kpop group BTS, Jungkook and Chaeri, were seen together for the first time since they were photographed having a heated argument at an autogrill. Fans' eyes were on them as they attended the recent exclusive Calvin Klein event, but the explanations regarding that past altercation have left journalists uncertain about what to believe.

According to witnesses at the event, Jungkook and Chaeri seemed to have put their differences behind them and were seen socializing amicably throughout the evening. However, the question lingering in the air is: what exactly happened between them at that famous autogrill?

When questioned about the reason for their dispute, Chaeri admitted that the couple had a heated argument due to a decision she stubbornly made. It appears that the young artist insisted on get out of the car and go alone to the truck stop at night despite Jungkook's concerns for her safety. Given their celebrity status, the constant presence of approaching people poses a potential threat to their privacy and security.

"I think Jungkook was overly worried about me, knowing that people constantly approach us. But I said 'I know how to handle myself'. I was stubborn, and that caused an argument," Chaeri stated. However, many rumors still circulate about whether her words may conceal additional details or if it's simply a move to quell speculation.

Fan reaction

Twitter: Search results on #ChaekookAtCalvinKlein

💭 purplekookie: Kookie and Chaeri's reunion has made my day! It's a reminder that misunderstandings can be resolved, and friendships can grow stronger. Sending all my love and support to these amazing artists. You got this! 💖

💭 roricha: Chaeri claims it was just about going to an autogrill, but paparazzi don't usually capture such intense arguments for no reason. I can't help but think there's something deeper they're not telling us.

💭 dailyblinks: Is it just me, or does Chaeri's explanation sound rehearsed? I need receipts and a more honest conversation before I can fully support their reconciliation. Actions speak louder than words

💭 gothejeon: Jungkook and Chaeri finally back together, and I couldn't be happier! Their bond is unbreakable 🤧

💭 uchaerimyeuphoria: This is the news I've been waiting for! Jk and Chaeri back together

💭 kookiechaeshipper: I refuse to believe that Guk and Chaeri fought over a trivial autogrill visit. It's obvious they're in love and their emotions got the best of them. Love can be complicated, but I hope they work things out! ❤️

💬 hongjoongbias: Hold on a minute! Let's not forget that Chaeri is happily in a relationship with Hongjoong. Their argument might have been unrelated to romantic feelings. Let's respect him as her boyfriend!

💭 kookiechaeshipper: I understand that Chaeri is in a relationship, but I can't ignore the chemistry between her and Jungkook.

💬 hongjoongbias: you're f*cking delusional

💭 kookiechaeshipper: you're f*cking blind

💭 minchae: The autogrill incident might have been blown out of proportion. It's refreshing to see Chaeri and Jungkook together again

💭 kkjk: Journalists might doubt Chaeri's explanation, but as fans, it's important to respect their privacy. Let's focus on the positive aspects of their reunion and continue to support their careers. We're here for the music, not the gossip!

💭 yoonminchae: The media loves to speculate, but let's not forget that Guk and Chaeri are humans too. They've resolved their differences and appeared together at the Calvin Klein event. As fans, let's trust their words and give them the support they deserve.

[11052023] Namjoon's Instagram update

Fan reaction

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💭 jooniesmile: So the Jungkook & Namjoon pics + Chaeri & Namjoon ones were from the Calvin Klein after party? oh!! Oh!! OH!!

💭 armyfestival: NAMJOON, CHAERI AND JUNGKOOK AT JENNIE’S CK AFTER PARTY armyblinks we win once again 🫢🫶🏼

💭 lalisaqueen: Why is it so hard for army to accept the fact that Chaeri, Namjoon and Jungkook were on Jennie's after-party?? Guys, take it easy

💭 ririmylove: why didn't all three of them take a picture together! so upset 🙁

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[willyoucomemydear]

Bullets and Lotuses.

Summary: She had sealed her fate by her own. No regret, no anticipation. She was always able of handling all her family's issues, and this one was no exception.

Note: This is my first BTS fanfic, so be prepared to correct any kind of mistakes. Those characters do not represent our dear members' actual personalities, as they will be changed to fit into the story. And most importantly, have fun!

The sun shone brighter in her eyes than it actually did. She stared longingly out of the mansion's great window. It was such a beautiful day; birds chirping happily and clouds crawling slowly. The weather was perfect for a walk, she mused, if only her father hadn't called for a family meeting. Perhaps after finishing her work, she would take her little Chaeyoung, to the gardens.

-"I believe all parts involved are here. The meeting can finally beggin", Haneul's father unknowingly awoke her from her haze. She turned swiftly to look at him, effortlessly taking in all the presences around the large meeting table. Her family members were there, of course. Her sister, Chaeyoung, sat on her left, looking warily around the space. Haneul fought the urge to craddle her in her arms, as her mother, across from her, sitting to their brother's left, would certainly scold her if she did. Her father took his usual seat, as the host, and stared carefully at the three guests. In their side of the table rested a symmertrical faced man, undoubtfully beautiful, interlocking his fingers and watching her father intently. To her brother's right slouched another man, with dark hair and abony eyes and, despite his lack of posture, a menacing presence. Though, she had to admit, the most intimidating of them had to be the guest of honour, sat in the other edge of the room, leaning over the table with crossed arms, awaiting the start of the negotiations. He had a commanding aura, a neutral face that could trick most into thinking that he was relaxed.

Haneul knew who those individuals were. The head of the Kim household, and the leader of the underground gang; Bangtan: Namjoon. She had seen him in numerous celebration, high and mighty with his advisors and first men, Seokjin and Yoongi here present. Still, she kept her distance from him, barely exchanging any polite words with him before making her way to a corner or being pulled into a conversation. He was unapproachable, but it didn't matter since she would probably never need to be near him.

-"Mr. Kim, you are here to discuss an urgent matter, you said?", Mr. Park, her father, spoke.

-"I am. I actually came to propose an equally beneficial deal for us both.", replied Namjoon's smooth voice. She focused on attempting to read his expressions, and, though difficult to decipher, she could tell, by the slight hesitation in his firm words and the flicker in his brown eyelids, that he was struggling to hold himself together. It was so hard to notice that only her trained eyes caught on it.

Mr. Park glanced at his oldest daughter before nodding at him.

-"Go on."

-"Our mafia had been encountering issues concerning our reputation. Most families refuse dealing with us, because of my passing father's affair with the Choi estate."

Everyone was aware of this affair. Over a year ago, Mr. Kim had broken his vow to keep peace between his family and the Choi. He turned his back on them as soon as Ms. Choi became the head, taking advantage of her inexperience and murdering the whole clan, claiming their territory and tarnishing the name his ancestors had made for themselves.

Killing was usual amongst mafia families. Backstabbing, however, was unacceptable.

He was destroyed by the hands of a vengeful Ms. Choi herself, before she died from her wounds, in his office. Ever since, and despite their power, people avoided the Kim.

-"It is true that, other than your prodegic self, betrayal resumes everything i hear about your family nowadays. And you know, Mr. Kim, we despise traitors", the oldest man said.

-"Namjoon", the young leader corrected.

Silence fell over the room, as they observed eachother.

-"And, what might your proposition be, Namjoon?", asked Mr. Park, ceasing their intense staring contest.

-"Our families are complete opposites, Mr. Park. Ours holds a power yours lacks, ranked high in the mafia hierarchy. Still, we need the families' trust, and that, we don't have."

Again, Haneul perceived his every mouvement. He leaned in more, seeming more confident as he entered a field he excelled in: parleying. His feet were directed toward her father, and so was his attention, as he surveyed him carefully.

-"We can reunite our families. Become in-laws.."

It was rare for Mr. Park to interrupt a speaking person, but this right here, was crossing the line.

-"I am not giving any of my daughters' hands in marriage to someone who had already showed himself untrustworthy." Six pairs of eyes focused on him, each feeling differently about the fuming of the man.

The silence was broken, once again, but with the soft tone of a young woman this time.

-"Please carry on with your proposition", Haneul said, amazing her family members. Even if he was against it, Mr. Park kept quiet. He was puzzled, perplexed, but Haneul had already proven herself gifted in these sitiations, always making the right decision even if it often didn't seem like it.

She noted the glimmer of hope Namjoon's eyes held as he turned to look at her. He should've known that her opinion was very respected in the family, due to her talent in analysis. He could admit to being impressed by it, too. His words were now directed to her.

-"I do realize how important you are to your family, Miss Park, so i would only dare ask for your sister's hand."

She felt Chaeyoung flinching to his declaration, and Jimin was probably seething in his seat at this man's audacity to want such a thing from his sisters.

Haneul didn't waver.

-"But my sister is due to marry another man, and our family does not break promises", she declared stably, surprising even her own side. She eyed Namjoon as he considered his next move, a hundred arguments already prepared on the tip of his tongue.

-"Still", she said, "i would propose my own hand."

If it was a normal day in normal circumstances, she would've smiled proudly at everyone's reaction. Their wide eyes and cracked mouths amused her, but she was more concentrated on the task in hand.

Her father uttered her name in a low voice, but again, she didn't blink, waiting for Namjoon's response.

-"Correct me if i'm wrong, but isn't Miss Haneul the heir to her father's position?", asked Seokjin, verbalizing his leader's query.

-"I am, but my brother would easly fill this position." She watched him bobbing his head before breaking their eye-contact.

-"Well, if it's adequate, then i would be honoured", Namjoon adressed, standing and holding a hand out for Mr. Park.

The oldest man looked at him, at his daughter, trying to understand whatever mystery that was taking place inside her mind, then back at Namjoon, shaking hands with him.

-"Then it is settled, i believe."

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True Self - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Angst with a little fluff Warning: A bit angsty, toxic ARMYs, cyber bullying, swearing etc. Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: Once you find out that Namjoon is an Idol, you start to see him differently than you did before...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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My mother kept denying it saying that Namjoon was trying to prank me until I showed her his profile in Google. It was hard for me to believe it myself at first.

Namjoon told me that he would like to introduce me to his band mates. What? I was going to meet with the biggest band of the world. And I didn’t even know them. I felt like an idiot for never trying out K-pop before.

I spent most of my time streaming their music and other videos which I found too hilarious. I kinda regretted it now for not knowing about these precious gems existing. Now, I could see why people loved BTS from the bottom of their hearts.

The leadership quality in Namjoon was something on another level. He was definitely one of the many reasons of BTS being BTS. I felt somewhat proud for knowing him in person.

One thing that shocked me every time was Namjoon’s ability to produce the most relatable lyrics. Those were the words I had always wanted to say, but better. I felt like, we were one person in mind.

“Does that make him my soul mate?” I thought. Soul mate or not, he was definitely my ideal type; which I had never imagined I would get to meet in real life let alone date him.

I started to see Namjoon in a new light. He was no more just a silly boy who talked about books and nature. He was a superstar, a role model for people to look up to. He was intelligent and artistic. But he was also someone who was out of reach; which I had realized the hard way.

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"We were dying to meet you." The one called Hoseok said as soon as Namjoon had introduced me to them.

"Me too!" I said, "I was very excited." Which was partly true. Actually, I was more nervous than excited. I was worried they might find me boring.

Fortunately nothing of the sort happened. I met the Bangtan boys at a restaurant near their house. They had welcomed me and made me very comfortable around them. Soon, we were talking and eating like they had known me for years.

I had learnt that it was extremely rare for them to date anyone because of their busy schedule. They tended to avoid going into relationships to keep it easy.

"But do you know what hyung told me?" Jimin said with a smirk on his face, "He said, ‘Yah, Jimin, I don't think I can keep away from her.’"

"Jimin-ah!" Namjoon yelled at him while the others burst into laughter. I was blushing so hard that I had to cover my face pretending to cough.

At some point, Namjoon had a call and he asked me to excuse him for a moment. When he returned, his face was grave.

"Something came up." He said apologetically, "I’m sorry, darling. I really have to go now."

"It's Okay," I nodded, "Maybe one of the boys can drive me."

It was agreed on that Jin would take me back home. Then, Namjoon left. Even though, we still stayed there for half an hour more, I felt Namjoon's absence every moment. I wasn't enjoying the dinner anymore.

Finally, Jin was giving me a ride as promised. He probably noticed the change in my expression. "You know," he said, "when we said it's hard, we really meant it."

I nodded my head slowly. I understood. It would indeed be hard to date an idol.

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“Happy Birthday, darling.” Someone softly placed a kiss on my forehead.

I woke up from the touch and slowly opened my eyes. At first a little blurry, then, I could make up the face in front of me. It was Namjoon. As soon as I recognized him, I pulled him into a tight hug.

“Woah!” He exclaimed, “Hey, calm down. I’m not going anywhere.”

I shook my head as I didn’t let go of him. Namjoon hugged me back and chuckled, “You’re acting like your little sister now.”

I didn’t care. I had met him in person after 2 whole months. We didn’t even get to talk online often. As always, Namjoon was way too busy to make time for our relationship. And I was worried it might fall apart at any time.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re coming, huh?” I asked pretending to be furious at him since we had an argument last night.

He put on his best dimple smile and said, “To surprise you, of course.”

“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes, “Showing off how romantic you can get?”

Namjoon spent the whole day with me and my family. Apparently, my mother already knew about his visit, which shocked me since she was incapable of keeping secrets. My little sister was super happy to meet her ‘oppa’ after a long time too. Overall, it was one of the best days I had in a long time.

Namjoon planned a dinner for my birthday at a fancy restaurant. I put on my best dress. I also put on a lot of makeup. When I was finally pleased with my outfit, we sat off for the little date I was longing to have.

The restaurant was beautiful. We got our table at the furthest corner to enjoy some privacy. The food was delicious as well.

“What?” I was completely shocked when Namjoon announced that he was going away tonight.

“I’m really sorry, darling.” He apologized once again, “It was already hard but I still managed to get a day off to celebrate your birthday.”

“I can’t believe it.” I said, “We are meeting after 62 days and you are already leaving in a day.”

“I know it sounds ridiculous.” He tried to laugh it off, “But I promise, next time, I’ll get more time and we’ll go on a long vacation. Does that sound good?”

“Next time!” I whispered.

Namjoon took my hands in his, “I’m really sorry.”

“Can you please stop apologizing already?”

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The threats kept coming one after another and so was the mean comments.

“Why don’t you go die in a ditch, you freak!”

“You’re so fucking ugly that you make me puke.”

“How did you make our handsome Namjoon hyung to fall for you, witch?”

Some reporters had found out about us. Now, the news got leaked into the media. And some of his fans couldn’t accept it.

At first, I was crying at night silently. I was a sensitive person. So, every harsh comment felt like a knife through me. Eventually, I became numb towards the hatred. I stopped posting online. Ultimately, I deleted all my social media accounts.

“Don’t worry, darling.” Namjoon would call every day to console me over the situation, “Nothing’s made official. They’ll get tired of it. It will be over soon.”

“Does it even matter?” I asked once.

“Why are you saying that?” Namjoon’s voice sounded as if he was worried.

“If it takes not making our relationship public for the hatred to go away, that means, we will never be official.”

Namjoon was silent for a moment. Then, I added, “Perhaps someday, it will be over for us as well.”

“Don’t you worry about it, darling.” He said, “We will overcome the struggles.”

I wiped a tear from my cheek, “I wish I was as strong as you.”

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— sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:  When your boyfriend is late for your valentine’s day date you never thought it was because of a book he wanted to read to you. You would be mad for his tardiness, but how could you be when he comes running to you, chocolate-covered strawberries on one hand and a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the other and a big warm smile on his face as his twinkly eyes look back at you?

— ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: namjoon x reader

— ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff, smut, valentine’s day au, college au

— ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fingering, dirty talk, sub/dome themes, chocking (tie and hands), creampie, namjoon has a big cock lol, unprotexted sex (stay safe pls), lots of sex jokes, namjoon being a cute ass bad boy boyfriend.

— ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.7K

— part of the Bound In Love collab!

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Namjoon’s fingers gently ran along the spine of the books in the library, his eyes scanning all the titles quickly, stopping every once in a while to take one that seemed familiar out but shaking his head in defeat when he realized it was not what he was looking for. This had been the third aisle he had been searching and if it wasn’t because he was doing this for you, he would have given up two hours ago and gone somewhere else to find a last minute gift for you before he had to leave for your date.

“Hyung, what are you even looking for?” Jeongguk asked, plopping down on a bean bag near Namjoon as he mindlessly skimmed through a magazine.

“For a book.” He answered matter of factly.

“Oh, really? I thought you were looking for the ice cream truck.” The younger answered sarcastically. “Just tell me the name of the book you’re looking for so I can help you find it, or else we’ll be here for another three hours and we both have dates to go to.”

“I don’t know the name of it.” Namjoon answered, not even turning around to look at Jeongguk. “I just remember reading it in my lit class like two years ago around the time I met her.”

“Why are you so fixated on finding this book, anyway? Can’t you just choose one of the other thousand books you read to gift to her?”

“No, because in it there’s this part where it says what love is and I remember thinking I wanted to feel those exact words some day and now that I do I want to read them to her.” Namjoon explained, walking towards the next aisle, Jeongguk following close behind.

“I never thought you were the romantic type.” Jeongguk teased his hyung, laughing when he slapped his chest and rolled his eyes. “You know, when you two started dating I never thought it would work out.” The younger admitted, earning the older’s attention, who turned his head to look at him. “Don’t look at me like that,” He chuckled at Namjoon’s furrowed brows. “I don’t think anyone expected you two to work out.”

“What do you even mean?” Namjoon asked, slightly offended at his friend’s words.

“You two are so different, aesthetically at least.” He shrugged, “You wear black and leather jackets. You smoke cigarettes and intimidate people with how quiet you are most of the time.” Jeongguk started, “And she wears dresses and light colors. She’s a social butterfly and everyone knows her as the cute girl on campus.” He shrugged, “So it was weird seeing you two together at first and we all thought your personalities would clash just like your looks did, but then when I got to know her better I realized you two were actually pretty much the same.”

Namjoon couldn’t deny that. You and him were completely different, but that’s what made you feel attracted to each other in the first place. You were attracted to his tough boy image- that proved to be just a facade because once you started going out with him more and more you realized how nice he actually was, always listening to you intently and making sure you were comfortable with each of his advances on you- and the way he always looked at you as if you had put the stars in the sky. And he was attracted to the way you, unlike every other girl he had tried to talk to, didn’t seem to be intimidated by him, staring back every time you caught his eyes on you at a party before you had even started hanging out, always shooting him a smile that had his whole world shaking from the moment he met you.

“I guess you’re right.” Namjoon shrugged once again, focusing back on searching for that one book.

Without any other words the both of them went back to searching for the book Namjoon was so desperately looking for, giving a quick description of the book to Jeongguk so he could help him find it. Only now, just a couple hours before your date, he damned himself for putting it off for so long and not starting to look for it before, then again he never thought that it would be so hard to find it.

Almost an hour later, the maknae had left Namjoon to search on his own, as he had to get ready for his date and unlike his hyung, he wasn’t risking being late, mainly because his girlfriend would kill him if he was. Don’t get me wrong, Namjoon knew you would kill him if he was late, especially today because not only was it Valentine’s Day but it was also your second anniversary, but he wanted to find the book and give it to you today, and he wasn’t going to stop looking until he found it.

He checked the time on his phone as he walked to another shelf of books to continue his search. You had agreed to meet two hours from now, so if he found the book in the next 45 minutes he would have enough time to get ready for your date and not be late.

Of course, that didn’t happen because two hours later, when he finally checked his phone again, he saw the time and below it the multiple calls and messages you had left asking him where he was and if he had forgotten about your date. Heart racing with panic and book in hand he ran as fast as he could towards his dorm, where he took the quickest shower he had ever taken before he left to meet you.

Almost thirty minutes past the time you were supposed to meet your boyfriend you still stood there, small gift bag hanging from your wrist as you wrapped your arms around yourself in hopes of blocking the cold air that had your body shivering every now and then (you should have worn a thicker coat, but you made a sacrifice for the sake of the cute outfit you had planned days ago).

Once the initial anger of him being late for your date, worry started to settle in the pit of your stomach because it’s Namjoon, he had never been late to a date in the two years that you had been together and he wasn’t answering your calls or messages (of course it was because he was too busy rushing over to where you were to do so) so something you thought something must have happened.

In no time you were calling one of his best friends and roommates, Hoseok, but he didn’t answer. Next, you tried Taehyung, because you remembered him mentioning that he didn’t have any plans for tonight, so unless that had changed he should be in their dorm.

“Y/N!”

You turned around to where the familiar voice calling your name had come from and saw your boyfriend jogging towards you, breathing heavy probably due to all the stairs he had to run up, bouquet of red tulips in one hand and a box which contents you couldn’t see in the other.

You quickly ended the call and turned fully towards him, your arms crossing over your chest as you watched him catch his breath. Now that he was there, seemingly unharmed, your anger was coming back.

“I’m sorry I’m late, I-”

“Thirty minutes late.” You add, cutting him off.

“I know baby, I lost track of time.” He confessed, looking at you with an apologetic smile, his dimples prominent. “I got you these,” He said, handing you the flowers “And these.” He showed you the inside of the box, revealing a dozen chocolate-covered strawberries.

You looked up at him and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how cliché his presents were, his smile getting bigger when he heard you. How could you be mad at your giant boyfriend when he was always so cute and soft? Shaking your head slightly, you went on your tiptoes to leave a soft peck on his lips, making him hum in content.

“Baby, I’m really sorry for being late, I just got caught up trying to find this.” He said, shrugging off his back pack and looking through it to take out the book.

“A book?” You asked, looking up at him with a puzzled look.

“Yeah,” He laughed. “I was reading it for a class when we met and I wanted to show it to you.” He smiled down at you shyly, making your heart melt.

You both put down the blanket he had brought on his backpack and sat down on it, strawberries between the both of you waiting to be eaten as you watched Namjoon go through the pages of the book with a soft smile. He did a little victory nod when he found the page he was looking for and looked at you, only to find you already looking at him.

With one last quick look at you, he started reading the passage and it wasn’t long until you started getting emotional, his soft voice reading to you about what love is making your eyes fill with happy tears.

You loved this man, more than you could ever explain with words and sometimes you worried not being able to express to him how much he truly meant to you, but at the same time you just knew he did. You were sure that he knew that he was the one for you and that this was it, the would never be anyone else like him for you.

He knew because he felt the exact same way. Before heet you he had never wanted to spend his life with anyone. Date? yes, but actually imagining a future where he grew old and shared every single moment of his life with someone else had never crossed his mind until he met you.

“When we started dating I knew that I would feel these words for you some day,” he confessed, referring to the book. “And of course I’ve felt them for a while, but I don’t think I’ve ever told you that you’re the one. I know you know, but I’ve never actually said it.” He smiled, his thumb collecting a few tears that fell down your cheek. “I love you, pretty girl, and I want to spend my life with you.” He whispered, leaving soft kisses all over your face as he spoke.

“Fuck, I hate you. I spent like two hours on my make up and you made me ruin it.” You say, making him chuckle.

“It was gonna get ruined later anyways.” He shrugged and winked as you hit his chest with your hand playfully.

You get up quickly and before he can even ask you what you were doing you sat back down on his lap this time, your legs on either side of him as your hands cupped his face to make him look at you.

“Joonie, I love you.” You whispered against his lips before kissing him softly for a few seconds. “I want to spend my life with you too, that’s why I got us this.” You say, handing him the small gift bag to him and waiting for him to open it.

"What is it?” He asks, taking a peek inside the bag.

You chuckle and shake your head. “You have to open it to see!”

He chuckled along with you as he took out the small rectangular box, giving you a quick curious glance before you urged him to open it with a smile that was making his heart race. When he finally opened the box, he saw two delicate gold rings that had both your initials engraved on the inside.

“Do you like them?” You asked with a smile when he looked up at you. “I know you hardly ever wear rings but I thought getting couple rings would be nice. They’re like unofficial promise rings.”

“Unofficial promise rings, huh? For a moment I thought you were about to propose to me.” You both laughed at that “Not gonna lie, I would’ve said yes.”

“I know, it’d be a blessing to have me as a wife.” You joke, making him snort as he leaned into you.

He pressed his lips against yours softly at first, but that didn’t last long because as soon as your arms wrapped around his neck to bring him closer he left the rings on the floor next to him so his hands could wrap around your waist.

The kiss turned hungrier and deeper, and you patted yourself on the back mentally for just wearing a tinted chapstick instead of lipstick. Namjoon’s hands slid down your back until they reached your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you moan against his lips and him to chuckle at your reaction.

He pulled away from your mouth and started trailing kisses down your jaw, licking and sucking purple marks into the skin of your neck that you know would be a pain in the ass cover, but you were past the point of caring. His hands reached the hem of your long dress, that thanks to the way you were sitting on his lap was scrunched around your knees, and rand them along the soft skin of your thighs until he reached your pantyline.

“Joon,” You whined, already worked up by his touch.

“Hm baby?” He asked, lust clear in his deep voice. “What’s wrong, little one?”

You whined again at his words, slowly starting to grind against him for some kind of relief, making him look down and chuckle at you. You stopped and moaned loudly when his hand slapped your ass, and even in this position his slaps were sharp and hard.

“You’re being so needy.” He chuckled darkly, completely taken over by lust. “So, so needy.” He repeated, finally sliding his fingers inside your panties, his fingers instantly getting covered with your wetness. “And so wet already. You’re always such a good girl for me, and since today is a special day I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He asked, one of his fingers pressing against your clit and making you jump up.

“Y-yes.” You stuttered as his finger started moving. “Fuck, p-please.”

“Please what, baby? What do you want?”

“Fingers. In me.” You simply said, sentences getting harder and harder with every flick of his skillful fingers against your clit.

“Anything for you, princess.”

The moment he said that, two of his long fingers entered you, the sudden stretch making you almost scream in pleasure. He quickly set up a fast pace, one that had you seeing stars every time his fingers curled inside you. His free hand joined his other one and started playing with your clit, the bundle of nerves sending strong waves of pleasure through your whole body.

The fire in the pit of your stomach was almost painful as you were getting so close to your release. Seeing how close you were to your high, Namjoon started sucking and biting once again on your neck, knowing how sensitive you were there.

“Hngg- gonna c-cum.” You say breathlessly, hands squeezing his shoulders tight for support.

“Cum baby, cum for me.” He whispered against your collarbone.

His words were enough to push you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you so hard that you were shaking against him as he helped you ride it all out. One of your hands wrapped around his wrist once you became too sensitive for him to continue fingering you, signaling him to stop.

As you tried to catch your breath, you watched him bring his hand up to his mouth, his fingers covered in your release. He licked them clean, the sight making you whine.

“You look so hot doing that.” You say breathlessly, making him laugh out loud at your comment.

“You good?” He asked you a few minutes later. “I wanna take you somewhere.”

Intrigued, you nodded, and soon you were leaving the rooftop everything had started in two years ago, hand in hand and shiny new rings on your fingers.

>> “Why do I have to wear this?” You asked, more like whined, as you clung to his arm for support.

“Because if you didn’t it would ruin the surprise.” He said, and even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was smirking.

A few minutes ago, before you got out of his car, he had blindfolded you with a tie that he had brought on his backpack, claiming that he had a big surprise for you and that he didn’t want you to get any ideas as to what it was until you actually saw it.

You couldn’t see anything which only made you hyper aware to sounds around you, but nothing that you’ve heard so far had given you any clue as to where you were or what Namjoon’s surprise was. So far you heard a dog barking, your footsteps echoing loudly as you walked up some stairs, an elevator, hardwood floors and finally the jinggling of keys.

“You’re not gonna kill me, are you?” You asked when he left you standing there and you heard a door close behind you.

“Why would I have waited two years to kill you? It would’ve been a waste of my time.” He answered simply, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he came back to your side and made you walk a few steps more.

“I mean, maybe you wanted me to trust you so you could kill me without me putting up much of a fight?” You tried to reason. “Although that would be kinda stupid because usually the boyfriend is always one of the main suspects.”

“Babe, I’m not gonna kill you.” He laughed.

“I’m just saying you could, and I would’ve never suspected a thing.” You shrugged.

“Okay, I’m gonna take your blindfold off.” He whispered against your ear, shivers running down your spins at his soft voice.

You could feel him behind you, his chest was lightly pressing against your back as his fingers slid the tie that was blocking your vision down your head, leaving it hanging loosely around your neck. When he took it out, it took you a few moments to adjust to the lighting, but once you did you frowned, confusion taking over you.

As you looked around you started to recognize the place, it was the same as the last time you had been there, except for a mattress in the middle of the empty living room space and grocery bags next to the kitchen counter.

“This is the apartment we looked at a few weeks ago for you, isn’t it?” You asked, finally turning around towards him. “Did you get it?” You asked, excitement rushing over you when he nodded. “Oh my god! I’m so happy for you, Joon, this is the one you really liked!” You say jumping up and down and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He laughed at your reaction and wrapped his own arms around your waist before he spoke. “This is the apartment that we liked.” He corrected you, smiling brightly. “There’s a reason I wanted you to come apartment haunting with me. I wanted to get a place that we both loved because I want you to move in with me.”

You were clearly taken aback by his request, your eyebrows raising and your eyes getting big. “Really?”

“Yeah. We basically spend every night together already, whether it is at your place or my dorm and given that we both have roommates I thought it would be nice to have a space that’s just our own.” He explained. “Besides, here we can be as loud as we want.” He teased, squeezing your hips. “So what do you say?”

You smiled up at him and pecked his lips quickly. “Of course I say yes.” You answer, making him pick you up and spin you around, both of you laughing out loud.

When he put you down, he pressed his lips against yours, starting a kiss that once again started innocent but quickly turned sinful, tongues messily crashing against each other.

“I guess now we have to christen the apartment, don’t we?” You say teasingly, one of your hands coming down to squeeze his already hardening member.

He smirked at your words. “I guess so.”

As your hand continued rubbing his cock through the material of his jeans, he wrapped the long end of the tie around his fist to pull you in for an even hungrier kiss. As you kissed, you could feel his hands fiddling with the tie knot, wrapping it tighter around your neck and pulling you away from him when it was tight enough.

“Strip, little one.” He said, voice deep and tone demanding.

As you started stripping, first taking off your leather jacket- that he had gifted to you for your last birthday - and then slipping off your dress, you could feel his intense gaze on you, dark eyes scanning every single new patch of naked skin you revealed to him.

Once you were standing just in your underwear, you looked up at him with a smile, your eyes flickering to the now painfully noticeable tent in his tight jeans before locking your eyes with him and licking your lips. He knew exactly what you were thinking in that moment, so without saying anything, he pulled the tie down and in no time you were on your knees, hands quickly working to unbuckle his belt and take out his cock.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He chuckled as he watched you pull down his jeans and boxers in one quick motion.

“For you? Always.” You answered with a smirk.

Your hand wrapped around his cock and slowly started pumping it, your eyes locked on his, watching the pleasure your hand only was causing him. When he had enough of your teasing, he pulled on the tie quickly, making you giggle and get closer to him, licking a long stipe up his dick and pushing the tip into your mouth when you reached to it.

Getting bored of just having his tip in your mouth, you started taking him deeper and deeper, until you could feel him in the back of your throat and you were struggling to breathe properly, and even then you couldn’t take all of him in. Namjoon was big, the biggest you had ever seen and you remember feeling intimidated by his size when you started dating him but now, two years down the road, you absolutely loved it.

“Fuck baby, just like that.” He groaned, the hand that didn’t have the tie wrapped around it going to tangle in your hair. “Do you think you could go deeper?” He asked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes, but challenging yourself you nodded as best as you could. “Okay baby, relax your jaw.” And you did, little by little he started pushing deeper than he has ever been. “Fuuuck, shit, that’s it. You’re being so good. Stay there.”

When he saw that you couldn’t take him any deeper he stilled there for a few seconds, head thrown back as your throat squeezed his dick before relaxing again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He said, suddenly pulling all the way out of your mouth, making you start coughing and thick strands of saliva to dribble down your chin. “Baby, you’re so good to me, I almost came there.” He chuckled, pulling on the tie so you would stand up. “You okay?”

Without hesitation you nodded, the ache in the muscles of your throat the least of your priorities right now, and to be honest you could barely feel it with how turned on you were.

“Bed, now.” He demanded, letting go of the tie so he could take off the rest of his clothes.

You obeyed, turning on your heels and quickly walking towards the lonely mattress. You sat down on it and focused on how your boyfriend was taking his shirt off, seeing him strip was honestly one of your favorite parts of having sex with him. He always was so hot and sometimes it only took him taking off his shirt to have you wet beyond belief.

“Like the view?” He asked, walking over to join you on the makeshift bed. “You should take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“I plan on it.” You answer back, making him laugh.

After that he wasted no time in more small talk, he hooked his fingers onto you panties and slid them down quickly, revealing your glistening pussy to him. He pushed your legs open and leaned down to lick a few long stripes up and down your slit, making you moan every time his tongue pressed against your clit.

“You’re so gorgeous.” He whispered against your thigh, lightly biting it before he went back to lick your pussy a few more times. “Look how needy your little cunt is, it’s spasming already begging for my cock, isn’t it?” He says as he kissed up your belly and unclasped your bra.

“Please, Joon, fuck me.” You whine, your back arching when his mouth started sucking on one of your perked up nipples.

He didn’t answer you, but you could feel him smirk against your breaks. One of his hands went down between your bodies to guide his cock towards your entrance, making you gasp when you felt his tip pushing into you. He started slow, knowing that even after all this time, you still needed a few seconds to adjust to his size.

When you tried to push him deeper, that was his confirmation that you wanted him to continue, so without warning he slammed the rest of his cock into you until your hips were flush together and deep moans escaped both of your lips.

“Fuck, faster.” You almost screamed, his cock grazing your gspot with every thrust.

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His pace quickly fastened, making you scream his name and your vision to go blurry from pleasure. He pushed himself up with his arms, looking down between you to watch his dick disappearing into your pussy. When he looked back at you, your head was thrown back, eyes closed shut and mouth wide open as loud moans escaped it.

One of his hands wrapped around your throat, lightly squeezing so you would look at him, when you did he almost came right then and there, you looked so fucked out already. Your lips were bright red and swollen, your cheeks were flushed with pink and a thin layer of sweat covered your whole body.

Absolutely beautiful.

“Fuck baby, I-I’m gonna cum.” He warned, at this you opened your eyes and nodded, wordlessly telling him that you were too.

His thrusts became harder and sloppier, and it didn’t take much longer for both of you to come undone after that. Loud moans and curses were shared as both of you reached your highs together, Namjoon continuing to thrust into you to help you ride out your orgasm until you were too sensitive to handle his soft thrusts.

He carefully slipped out of you, watching his cum drip out of your pussy for a few seconds before he plopped down next to you, turning his head so he could look at you.

“You look so cute like this.” He commented as he pushed your hair away from your face.

“Like what?” You chuckled.

“Fucked out.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You probably ruined my make up.”

“I did, but you still look pretty.” He shrugged and leaned in to peck your lips. “Want one?” He asked, reaching over you to take out a package of cigarettes from the pocket of his backpack.

“Only if we share it.” You nodded, watching him light one up and then handing it to you.

“As long as you share those extremely overpriced strawberries.” He laughed, watching you exhale the smoke into the air.

“Wouldn’t share them with anyone else.” You kiss him. “Happy Valentine’s day and second anniversary, baby. Thank you for not killing me.” You whisper against his lips.

He laughed loudly at that and kissed you again. “No problem, babe. Happy anniversary.”

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The decay of the blossom - 13  🥀

Story: BTS x Reader x GOT7

Category: Drama, Friendship, Love

Summary:  Y/N’s life starts to change as her mother gets herself a new man after her father’s passing. A new school, a new life. Everything sounds too good to be true. Apparently, destiny has its own rules and that is something she will learn when destiny gives her some signs along her way.

CHAPTER 13

It has been at least ten minutes that Jaebum could not stop to cry. Ten minutes of Y/N trying her best to find the right words. She does not know if she should keep hugging him or if she should get up and get him something else instead. It makes her feel helpless and worried at the same time. The past ten minutes have been absolute silent. No matter what crosses her mind, it still does not seem good enough to cheer him up. When he starts to move away from her, she removes her arms from him. Y/N wanted to be sure that he is doing better after letting it all out but Jaebum avoids the eye contact which makes it harder for her to figure out what is truly going on inside. It only felt like a minute until he finally looks into her eyes. Surprised by her reddened eyes, he wonders why she feels this way even though she was just a customer who helped out once to his aunt. She tries her best to fake a smile which does not work out that well as it looks different in comparison to her real smile.  Jaebum could not even look at her fake smile for a second before he looks away.

“Feels better to let it out, huh?”, she says to lift up the mood a little. “How are you feeling?” Jaebum's eyes look red and lightly swollen. At first, he did not recognize that she was watching him as he wipes his tears from his face. When he looks at her again, he sees the dried tears on her face. A little fresh tear is still in the corner of her left eye which she seems not to mind.

“Honestly, I do not know how I feel nor how I should feel...” His voice sounds as he really means what he had just said. This slow talking and the breaking between the words make it clear, he tries to hide his feelings again. “You cried too?”, Jaebum questions as she wipes the tears off her face.

“Yeah. It’s just… Whenever I see someone cry, I start to cry automatically.”, she answers as she uses her finger to remove any sign of the tears that she feels on her face.

“I did not mean to make you cry. Sorry.”

“It’s alright, do not worry about it. Friends help each other through hard times, I am here for you. You would be there for me too so…” Jaebum nods as he gets up to get the tissue box which lies next to his bed. He takes a tissue out of the box and holds the box towards her. “She meant a lot to you, didn’t she?”, Y/N questions as she takes a tissue. Jaebum nods as he sits down on the edge of his bed.

“Yes.” Jaebum sobs before he looks at her again. “I asked you once if your father is abusive to you. Do you remember?”

“Yeah, I remember.” Y/N does not spend a thought about what he had asked, she simply answered with whatever came to her mind first. She starts to realize what he said and what she had just answered and this makes her wonder why he said what he said.

“There is a reason why I did not wait and asked you directly if your father does what I accused him of. I had to ask you that question because the way your father reacted, reminded me on my aunt’s former husband.” Jaebum takes a moment to breath before he continues. “He was so abusive and… My aunt used to cover up her bloody lip with red lipstick just like your mother did. The way he touched your arm and the sadness in your eyes looked similar to what I saw in my aunt’s eyes before.”

“Oh.”, she says as she looks to the ground. “I guess, I understand why you asked me those questions... I am sorry she had to go through that. Nobody should go through that.”, Y/N says as she looks at her hands. Jaebum takes out his phone to write a text message. The message is directed at their group chat. This is also the reason why Y/N’s phone vibrates. In curiosity, she opens the message immediately. Y/N reads the message a second time before she starts to wonder why he wrote this message. “Are you sure that we should get ourselves whatever we want from her shop? You know we could help out this week.”

“Most of her recipes are a secret. She never wrote them down and they are the reason why the shop has been successful. Without those… Forget it.”, Jaebum mumbles as he touches the back of his neck.

“I am a good baker, maybe I-” His eyes suddenly look angry and he looks upset when he interrupts her.

“I said no!”, Jaebum screams. Y/N looks depressed as he declines her offer even though she understands his emotional outburst. It would be a lie if she would say that his reaction did not hurt her. Y/N might not say something back at him but her face shows that he stepped over the line. His tongue moves quickly over his lips as he feels them dry up. “I did not mean to scream at you, I am sorry.”, Jaebum apologizes as he looks to the ground in shame about his outburst.

“It’s fine.”, she assures him whilst he is getting mad at himself for screaming at her even more. Two knocks become hearable from the door frame of Jaebum's bedroom. It is his mother, leaning against his bedroom door with a purse in one hand and shoes in the other. His mother looks just as sad as Jaebum  does but she seems to hide it a little better than Jaebum could.

“I see that you are in good hands.”, his mother states as she looks at them. Y/N starts to believe that she might have not heard his screaming. Otherwise she would have said something, Y/N thinks. Another thing that she notices is that his mother does not look as she would have been crying as hard as Jaebum did, but Y/N is sure that she must be wearing makeup to cover it up. Y/N puts a small smile on her face to reassure his mother that everything is alright. His mother returns a smile and nods. “I have to go, there are some paper stuff to do because of her death and….” The smile of his mother slowly disappears as she feels her emotions come up. She looks up for a moment as she would try to suck the tears back in before she puts a neutral look on her face. “Jae, my boss did not give me a vacation day for tonight's shift. Do you want me to cook something or do you want me to get you something for breakfast?”

“Got it.”, Jaebum answers as he looks depressed to the ground. “I will stay at home.”, he declares as he looks up at her again. “I will find something in the freezer for sure.”  Jaebum tries the hardest to assure his mother that he will be alright but his mother waits for a few seconds if he would change his mind.

“Alright. I see you guys later if I make it home before my shift but I see you the latest tomorrow. Do not forget to lock the door before you go to bed.” His mother waves her goodbye before she walks away from his bedroom. Jaebum puts the tissue box on the ground which brings her attention back to him. Y/N tries her best to read his face but he seems to fake his emotion once again.  

“I just want to take a nap. If you do not mind.”, he tells her quietly.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” Y/N gets up and is just about to leave the room as she discovers a sleeping bag in the corner of his room. Jaebum turns his body towards the wall as Y/N leaves his room. Almost out of the door, she turns around. “Tell me if you need something.” He does not answer her which is making her sigh as she leaves his room. She walks towards the kitchen to drink some water as she feels her throat starting to hurt because of the dryness. As Y/N takes the glass of water, she starts to think about his mother. How many jobs does she have just to make enough for their living, Y/N wonders. For whatever reason she turns to the fridge and looks through it whilst her thoughts stay by his mother. There is not much in the fridge that she could cook with. It almost reminds her on the empty fridge she was so used to after her father had passed away. If his mother barely makes any money even though she seems to have more than one job, do they even eat enough, she wonders. Jaebum always eats the food from the cafeteria but what does he eat at home if there is barely anything there, she asks herself. Y/N takes one look along the hallway towards his bedroom as she feels torn of respecting his wish of being alone or being with him as a friend even though he does not want her to do so. Just to be sure she walks back to his bedroom to see if he fell asleep already. When she sees that he is truly taking a nap, she walks back to the fridge and takes some ingredients for cooking out of the fridge. Thankfully, she finds everything that she would need.

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Once he fell asleep, Jaebum did not want to wake up from it. In his dream, he sees his aunt as she was taking care of Jaebum when he was a younger. Just a few years ago, but it still feels like yesterday when he had to wait outside of a courtroom with his aunt. He remembers his mother telling him that she will make sure that his father will not hurt him ever again. He also remembers the way she hugged his aunt and the way she had petted his head before she had to walk inside the court room. Multiple times, he heard his aunt say, that Jaebum’s mother will be out in a minute. What he did not expect is his father being taken away by handcuffs just a few minutes before his mother came back outside. His aunt did ignore his questions and said repeatedly that his mother will answer his questions. Jaebum accepted to wait for his mother to answer his questions later on that day. The smile on Jaebum’s mother’s face was huge when she walked towards them and the many times his aunt congratulated her for a win seems to be on replay in his dream. Almost as it would be in slow motion.  

A smell in the air gets Jaebum’s attention as he starts to wake up. It smells delicious almost as he would dive right into another dream but this is just not another dream. Still sleepy, he gets up to follow the smell. He becomes more curious each second whilst he follows the smell towards the kitchen. When he passes the guest room, he sees no sign of Y/N. As he continues to walk towards the kitchen, he starts to wonder if Y/N had ordered in. Jaebum stops to walk for a second to watch her cook but the curiosity makes him walk closer to her. “Are you cooking? I smelled something that lead me this way.”, he explains as he leans over to pan to take a closer look. “Looks good.”

“I hope it is okay. I did not know if I was allowed to-”

“It is okay. You should not be starving as our guest.” Jaebum lifts a corner of his lips to show her it is perfectly fine if she wants to do so.

“I only cooked something I came up with in my mind. I made some vegetables with coconut-curry sauce and I made some spring rolls from your freezer. I hope you like it.” Jaebum nods and takes two plates to place them on the dinner table. “Do you want to eat now?”, she asks as she keeps on focusing on the food.

“That is why I am preparing the table. Do you need a hand?”

“Nope. Just bring the plates, I will put everything on the plates in the kitchen.” Jaebum does not discuss as he brings her the plates even though the plates where on the dinner table for less than a half minute.

“I did not know that you can cook.”

“Well, surprise.”, she jokes as she puts the food on the first plate. “Let's see if you like it afterwards too.” When she prepared the second plate, he brings the plates back to the dinner table. Y/N hurries around the kitchen counter to sit down on the empty chair on the opposite side of where he is sitting at. Jaebum takes a bite quickly. The fast chewing turns into slow ones until he does not chew anymore even though the food is still in his mouth. He raises an eyebrow and looks at her. “This bad?”, she questions as it looks like he seems not to like it. Jaebum swallows his food and licks his lip twice. She looks at her plate disappointed as she takes a bite herself to see if it tastes bad.

“No, it is damn good!”

“It does not look like you would truly like it.”, she answers whilst she tries to cool her mouth. Apparently, she did not wait long enough for the food to cool down a bit before she had put it in her mouth. “Argh!”

“Are you okay?”, Jaebum asks as he tries to hide a laugh.

“Just too hot.” Jaebum starts to laugh. He tried hard to hold back his laugh but he could not do it any longer especially when she starts to move like a fish who’s a dragon at the same time. His imaginary adds the smoke which comes from her mouth which makes him laugh even harder. “I will let you laugh about me being stupid.”, she says with a smile. When he makes the same face again after taking another bite, she narrows her eyebrows. “Why does it look like you do not like it even if you say you do?”, she asks as she finally swallowed her food.

“I am just surprised that it tastes that well. Did you order in?” Y/N starts to laugh at his question.

“Are you saying this because your face failed to hide the truth twice?”

“No, not at all.” Jaebum looks around if he might could find any packaging which would show that she had ordered in but there is no sign of any packaging. Whilst shaking his head, he continues to eat.

“Do you find any packaging around here? The ingredients are from your fridge by the way.”

“Uh...” His fork moves quickly to give him another taste of the food in front of him. “Make sure to leave the recipe here. I got to try it myself.”, he requests with his mouth full.

“You cook too? I did not know that you do too.”

“Well, I guess we both learnt something about the other one.” Y/N nods as she continues to eat. “Is something left for another portion?”

“Only a small amount. I did not make that much.”, she answers as her phone vibrates. She takes the phone out of her pocket and looks at the screen. “Uh.”

“Uh? Must be your parents from the sound of it.”

“No. It is Jungkook.”, she answers as she reads the message. “He asks me if he should come over with a few video games to distract you with. Do you want him to come over?” Jaebum starts to play with his fork within his food. It looks almost like a child who does not want to finish its meal.

“Is it bad that I do not want to see them right now?”, Jaebum asks as he battles with himself. It feels wrong to decline a friend who wants to be there for him but at the same time it would make it worse once he would be by himself afterwards again, Jaebum thinks. “I rather be on my own.”, he lies.

“No, it is not bad at all. I will just write him that you want to take a nap.” She starts to type that he does not know what he wants to do but that he asked her to decline Jungkook’s offer. Jungkook knew that Jaebum would have denied his phone call but that he would say no through Y/N surprised him. After finishing his meal, Jaebum keeps sitting at the table as he would want to say something.

“Okay.”, Jaebum pronounces whilst he gets up. The okay sounded more like someone who made his mind up and confident rather than sad. She texts Jungkook if they want to come, they should come anyway. Her fingers are typing very quick whilst she hopes that Jaebum does not notice that she is writing a long message. When she puts a full fork is in her mouth, she sees that Jaebum is walking towards the wash basin. Maybe she should have not ignored his no and just tell Jungkook to not come over nor to send the others to Jaebum’s place instead, she thinks.

“Not hungry anymore? A little should be left.”

“No. You can have it if you like.”, Jaebum answers as he places the dirty dish in the wash basin.

“Leave them there. I will clean up once I am done here.”

“You are our guest this week. I will do it.” He takes the cleaning materials and starts to clean up. “That can distract me a little at least.” Y/N finishes her meal just as Jaebum finished the other dirty dishes. “Do you want to go out with the others?” Her eyes look surprised at him as she watches him cleaning up. Jaebum might not be looking at her but he sees her in the corner of his eyes. “I mean, do you not want to take the chance to hang out with Jinyoung or the others? Just to watch a movie or something.” If she would be honest, it would hurt him that is for sure. Since she knew that she will stay at his place, she thought about going on dates with Jinyoung but now, everything looks different. Jaebum looks as he is in so much pain that it would not feel right to leave him alone by himself.  

“No. Besides, what if a neighbor of mine would see me and ask my mother about it…”, she lies as she hands him her plate.

“You are a horrible liar.” Jaebum cleans her plate quickly and turns off the water. He takes the kitchen towel to dry his hand when he leans against the kitchen counter. “It is fine. If you want to, just do it. Do not hold yourself back because you feel sorry for me. I am alright.”

“Thanks. But I will stay in.” Just in that moment the doorbell rings. “Do you expect someone? Do you want me to check?”

“Are you joking?”, he asks when he throws the kitchen towel on the kitchen counter. “I will go.” Jaebum pronounces as he walks towards the door. He opens the door quickly but now he wishes that he did not open the door at all.

“We thought you might want a few of us here...”, Yoongi says. “Can we come in?” Jaebum nods with his head down as he lets them in. “Jungkook said you want to take a nap which is the reason why some said they would rather let you sleep.”

“So, you want me to stay awake?”, Jaebum adds sarcastically. “Very kind.”

“We got some snacks, games... Whatever you need for a distraction.” Mark shows him the bag with all the stuff in it. No word is leaving Jaebum’s lips as he opens the door more. “Maybe Jinyoung was right.”, Marks whispers quietly to Jin.

“No. He just acts cold again, you know him.” Jin puts his shoes off and walks towards the kitchen. “Damn! I missed your cooking again?”, he questions as he sees Y/N packing the small amount of food which is left into a Tupperware that she had found.

“Well, you are always a moment too late.”

“Can you ever save some for me?”

“Uhm, no. I do not think so but maybe one day.”

“You have some leftovers in front of you.”

“So?”

“So? Do you not want to offer it to me?”

“I did not cook it for you, I cooked for Jaebum. Maybe another day.”

“At least one day...”, Jin jokes as he sees her smile. His laugh stops when he turns back to Jaebum. “Jaebum, do you want to play a video game or a card game?”

“What are you asking him for? A video game of course.”, Mark says as he takes the bag from Jin’s hand. “Let’s see who is the best in the new game that Yugyeom got from his parents. Jungkook meant it is one of the best games Yugyeom owns.”

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“At least we finally found something that you are bad in!”, Mark comments happily as he beats Y/N in the same game again. “Do not be mad! This game is so much fun.”

“Enjoy your win.”, Y/N says angrily. “I will beat you sooner or later. That counts for everyone in this room!”

“Come on. It is alright to suck in something. We all suck in something.”

“I do not suck in anything! This word has never been in my vocabulary.”

“You are only good in things which you need to study...”

“Not true at all!”

“Let’s see. You had luck with bowling but I guess next time it will be horribly bad again. Typical beginner I would say. Then we have video games, sport, art-”

“Alright. I got it!” Y/N pushes the controller onto Jin. “Take it before I break it.”

“Somebody is a bad loser.”, Yoongi notes as he looks at his other friends. “Somebody else who would like to eat pizza?”

“I am in!”, Mark screams happily. “What about you, grumpy loser?”

“Only if Jaebum wants some too.” She walks back to her friends with a glass in her hands. As Jaebum does not answer her, she sits down on the armrest of the couch next to him. “Do you want to eat pizza too?”

“I am not hungry. I will take a nap.”, Jaebum tells the others whilst he gets up. No one stops him as he walks away.

“I told you, everyone should come but no. Let’s not pressure them to come with us...”, Yoongi converses annoyed. Jin immediately feels that the heat is directed at him. Feeling insulted, he turns to Yoongi.

“What are you mad at me for?”, Jin asks in confusion. “Besides, why do you come up with pizza when we have so much food lying around?”

“Makes me wonder why she was asking him.”

“Is it my fault now?”, Y/N questions.  

“Never direct a question on the sad person... I thought you read a lot.” Her eyebrows narrow the longer she looks at him. “Maybe you only read the wrong things.”

“Let’s not fight.”, Mark suggests. “Maybe we should leave him alone. We distracted him a little at least.”

“Yeah, but the school holidays have just started and it looks like they will still talk about the bakery next week...”

“If they have to sell it, it will hurt him badly.”

“I understand it because of his aunt but do you think it will hurt him that badly?”, Y/N wonders.

“Before his parents got divorced, they used to fight a lot. Whenever they fought, he ran into her shop. It is kind of his safety place.”, Yoongi explains. “He did not open up to us easily that is why we knew about the divorce almost a year after it happened.” Mark looks nervously towards the door in which he disappeared in.  

“Maybe it is better you hear it from him.”, Jin suggests.  

“I do not believe he wants to tell me about it.”

“Well, then we should say nothing else either.”

“Is it about this abusive man?” Their eyes widen when Y/N mentions the word ‘abusive’. “Why are you all looking at me like I am a ghost or something?”

“I am surprised he told you about his dad.”, Mark whispers. “Jaebum usually does not talk about his dad.”

“I was speaking about his aunt’s ex-husband.”, she explains. “Wait, what do you mean with his dad?”, she whispers back.

“Idiot. You are simply an idiot to tell her.”, Yoongi scolds in a quiet tone.

“How was I supposed to know that she is talking about him and not him?”

“I cannot believe you are in the same class as me...”

“Just shut up!”, Mark yells back in a quiet tone. “Why are you moving closer to me?”, he questions as he sees that she is moving closer and closer until she sits close enough next to him.

“Because I need to know what you meant when you mentioned his dad.” Mark looks around in doubt if he should dare to tell her or if he should not say a word. Yoongi and Jin shake their head but Mark remembers Jaebum’s words, secrets should not exist within a friendship.  

“Fine. If he asks, you do not have this information from me, clear?”

“Okay. Just tell me!”  

“When Jaebum was around eleven years old, he noticed that his father is mentally abusing his mother. His mother stood her ground and wanted to throw him out every time but she did not do it because of Jaebum.”

“Just because of Jaebum? Why would she do that?”

“She wanted that he grows up with a mother and a father but this is not what his father wanted. Jaebum asked his father once why he is the way he is to his mother like that. He told us that his father told him that he will leave her alone but therefore, he must bear the abuse. He does not know the reason to this day. Jaebum’s father did not do any mental abuse to him, but he started to abuse him physically. Jaebum was beaten up by him almost daily instead.”

“That is why he never mentioned him...” Slowly she starts to understand from where this carrying behavior from Jaebum is coming from.  “Did he not tell anyone?”

“Only his aunt.”

“That is also why he was so close with his aunt.”

“Both of them were too scared to tell anyone. His aunt asked him about it when she saw that his back started to bleed through his white shirt. That is when she told him about the abuse in her relationship, but she made it clear to him that if he tells his mom about it, she would go to a lawyer the very next day to have her husband out of her house.”

“Did anyone else know?”

“Except of his aunt? No. We only discovered it when we had a sports day in school.”

“He said nothing?” All three of them shake their head without answering. “Did you not notice any changes in his behavior?”

“We thought that he might be tired as it was around the time, he started to help his aunt with the bakery.”, Yoongi explains. “I still remember how his back looked like.”

“How bad was it?”

“His back was just black and blue. He even had bloody wounds from his father belt, at least we thought it was from a belt.”

“Are you trying to say he got beaten up with items?”

“He beat him up with whatever his father got into his hands. That huge wound was from a chair.”, Jin answers as his voice starts to shake. “He never said a word for weeks but he still continued to play football.”, Jin adds as he shakes his head. “He was so afraid to tell anyone especially because of his mom.”

“Are you done talking about me?”, Jaebum questions as he suddenly stands in the room. Their faces turn immediately to him. “I want you all out. Now!”

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Crossing fate with you is the best thing that ever happened to me

I, for one, went through a rough road with 2018. This year was the most challenging, most confusing and the most frustrating year for me. I can still remember how I needed to leave my comfort zone. It was so scary and even though I want to avoid it, it’s inevitable. All those sleepless nights together with the fear of what will tomorrow brings to me. I am so used to go with the flow with my life but I never been this lost with myself, lost with what I truly want. Everything was blurry. Since the beginning of the year, I was praying to God-- no, I was begging for Him to give me my wake up call, my life’s turning point, I waited until I forgot about it. Without realizing, God gave them to me. It was before summer when I was watching this youtuber reacting to a band’s music (BTS).  I was so curious about them. My bestfriends talk about them in the past but I held myself back from checking them out because I know how obsessive I became when I got hooked to artist. But these 7 boys changed my life, my perspective with other people and even with myself. I never thought that I’ll find comfort with people that I met until them. Their music, their sincerity, the connection that I have with them is irreplaceable. To some people, these words sound like the words of a 16 year old teenager, some may not take this seriously but these are the words that came from my heart. These words are not enough to express how thankful I am to them, for everything that they are giving. For the love and joy that they bring to me, the comfort, for saying all the words that I never thought that I needed to hear and for saving me for my own self. It was so overwhelming and I never found someone like them that are so sincere in helping other people. I feel so blessed that I’m living the same time with them. I praying for these men, for them to be the happiest because they deserve to be. I pray for the best for them, for more moments shared with them. These men are my answered prayer, the reason why everything is a little bit more happier. I don’t know what would have happened to me this year without them. So Bangtan Sonyeondan,  Crossing fate with you is the best thing that ever happened to me, thank you so much, you made my 2018 blossom.

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