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noodlecupcakeswritings · 4 years

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A Test of Faith - Chapter 6 (A Priest AU) Kylo RenxOC)

Father Ren has been tasked with looking after the new arrival Sister Cora. Is it lust in the air or a test from God?

Look, this fic is pure fucking depraved priest kink porn. There is no plot. Just porn. I have no excuse. Thanks to @ohiobluetip for inspiring this one, she’s a babe and you should check out her work. Thanks to @neeharlow for beta reading this and telling my anxiety to shut up <3

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. Thank you to all those that have. I hope you enjoyed this fic. This is the sixth and final chapter.

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex, Sex (finally), Apples, Temptation, Sex on an altar, Finger sucking, Making receiving the body of Christ sexual...

Chapter 6

Cora Ardmore

Kylo Ren now completely consumed my thoughts at every waking moment, and even then he had invaded my dreams. He was inescapable. And there was no longer just an ache between my legs, there was an ache in my heart. I longed for him no matter how much I wanted to deny it. Perhaps I was not destined to resist it any longer, perhaps God wanted me to give in, for Kylo and I to be together. If it truly were a sin, then why was I still having these thoughts and feeling after all the praying I had done. It had been sinful for us to do things together out-of-wedlock yes, but we had yet to be punished for them.

The apple trees were fruitful this time of year, meaning lots of apple pies, apple cakes, apple crumbles and apple sauces. A wicker basket sat on the floor next to me, already half full with shiny red and green fruit. A tall person shaped shadow cast across the grass as I placed another apple in the basket. I knew he would want to confront me eventually about last time; I didn't blame him. I owed him a proper answer, and finally I had one. “I feel your avoiding me, Sister,” Ren spoke. I turned to face him, abandoning my apple picking, “Father, I apologize for my absence, I’ve been very busy with the children recently.” That was somewhat true. Ren stepped closer, so he was also under the shade of the tree.

Ren bent and picked an apple from the basket. Forbidden fruit. For once I felt no guilt or shame around him. I felt content. Ren held the apple out to me, offering it to me like the snake had once offered Eve an apple. “May I tempt you, Sister?” He asked. Eve had given into temptation and suffered the consequences. But I was not Eve, and that was just an apple. I nodded, smiling softly as I took the apple from him. Ren seemed a little stunned that I had accepted his offering. I took a bite, keeping my gaze on him as the sweet juices flooded my taste buds. A little juice ran down my chin and Ren’s gaze followed it down.

Before it dripped any further, he was on me, his tongue lapping it up before he kissed me hard. Dropping the apple, I wrapped my arms around him, returning the kiss. He pinned me against the hard bark of the tree, eventually pulling away for air. He looked elated that I had finally given into temptation. I had finally given in to him. I returned the smile and kissed him again; it felt right. I felt nothing but relief at having finally accepting this. “Will you meet me later tonight? By the alter?” He asked. “Only if you help me carry these apples to the kitchen,” I smirked. “Anything for you.”

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Later, when the moon was high, and the abbey was silent, I crept from my room and downstairs where Kylo had asked us to meet. He was already there, waiting to receive me. This late at night everyone was in their beds, nobody would come down here. “Why here, Father?” I asked curiously, “I would have happily invited you to my quarters.” “I wanted us to bask in God’s light. For him to see that we had accepted his gifts.” Kylo pulled me close, cupping my cheek tenderly. Standing on my tiptoes and I kissed him softly. Kylo’s hands moved to my veil, seemingly unsure where to start. I smiled, taking his hands in mine. “Allow me, Father,” I spoke. I removed my veil, shaking out my long black hair before removing the rest of my habit. Kylo watched me eagerly, running his fingers through my hair and admiring my body.

“You look so different…but no less beautiful,” he said. Kylo disrobed himself, and the ache returned between my legs at the sight of him. His cock was pressed against his stomach, fully hard and leaking. He closed the gap between us, our bodies pressed together. His warm skin felt heavenly against my own that I gasped into the kiss. Kylo’s large hands traced my sides before coming up to cup my breasts. I knew his hands would cover them completely, my nipples hardening as his touch. I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking it. Kylo groaned, pressing his forehead to mine whilst his bottom lip became trapped between his teeth. I wanted to trace his chest with my lips and tongue. I would another time, when we weren't so desperate for each other.

Kylo picked me up and placed me down on the altar, kissing across my neck and shoulders. I fisted his hair as he continued his descent, taking a hardened nub between his teeth. His journey didn't stop there, soon he was kneeling before me, pulling me to the edge of the altar. I moaned as he lapped at my core, my back arching in pleasure. I couldn't take this sweet torture for long. I needed to finally feel him inside of me. I tightened my grip on his hair, gently pulling him from between my legs. “Kylo, please,” I breathed. This was the first time I had uttered his name. Kylo stood at his full height and rubbed his cock against my wetness. Both of us were already panting and eager for the other.

Finally Kylo pushed into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of his cock. I clung to him, moaning and whining as he filled me and stretched me to fit around his cock. His forehead pressed to mine again, his breaths uneven and shaky as if he were desperately trying to keep it together. “Please, more Kylo,” I whined. At last he moved, rocking his hips against mine gently. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, but it was oh so good. I had expected some pain to begin with due to his size, but there was none. There was only bliss. Soon he sped up, burring his face in the crook of my neck.

The empty church filled with the sound of skin on skin and pleasured sighs and moans. I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him closer and deeper. I reveled in the heat and softness of his flesh against mine, my fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. Kylo wrapped a possessive hand around my throat and pushed me down gently. I gripped his biceps, leaving small crescent indents in his skin as he continued to slam his hips against mine. This was so much better than I had imagined. Every drag of his cock against my inner walls had me moaning and gasping for more. Neither of us cared how loud we were. This was about exploring each other, becoming lost in each other. I wanted more; I craved all of him at once.

Perhaps I was succumbing to greed too. Kylo growled low in this throat as he started rubbing my clit in quick circles, determined to make me cum. “Cum for me Cora, I want to feel you come apart for me,” he urged, voice wavering with pleasure. In a matter of seconds, I reached my climax, moaning his name over and over like a prayer. My body jerked from the overwhelming pleasure, every one of my nerve endings singing. My vision even went white for a few moments that I thought I had truly died and gone to heaven. Kylo cursed, filling me with his seed only moments later. I forced myself to sit up, holding him close as we regained our strength. “I truly believe that God made us for each other,” Kylo breathed. “I think you're right.”

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That morning, my fellow sisters and I knelt by the steps to the alter. All of us were ready to receive communion. And Father Ren had been the one chosen to give communion. I glanced at the alter, my thoughts wondering to the night before. I pressed my thighs together for some friction. Kylo reached me, looking down at me with a soft smirk. I opened my mouth, pressing my tongue out whilst I waited for the small beige disk. If only my mouth was open like this, ready to receive his cock. Maybe it would be later. Kylo placed the wafer on my tongue, his fingers lingering for a few moments.

I closed my lips around his fingertips, sucking them briefly. I didn't break eye contact for a second, noticing how his pupils dilated at such a lewd act in the middle of mass. Nobody else noticed as they all had their heads bowed. I smiled innocently at him and I knew if we weren't mid mass he would have forced his cock down my throat. Instead, he returned the soft smile and moved onto the next nun beside me, silently promising to have me again later tonight.

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vanaera · 6 years

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Missed Calls

Synopsis | Namjoon realizes everything is amiss right after you dropped the greatest plot twist in his life. Now terribly confused about what he’s supposed to do, he starts to just avoid everything that may connect him to you. Luckily, you’ll never get tired to remind him he’s missing something important: he doesn’t have to be alone and that...he doesn’t have to watch your face on TV screens anymore when he can have all of you for himself in a single call.

Genre | Fluff with humor and a tinny bit of angst

Wordcount |3,776

A/N | This is a sequel to Unread Messages (I’m tagging you @spiicyari as per your request!) This will be another drabble series of mine, so expect random updates on this one too! (I will edit a header for this once I finally have a free time). Majority of this fic is inspired by the recent events in my life. Enjoy reading!

Namjoon wakes up in his dark bedroom with the heavy silence pressed against his chest. He doesn’t need his glasses to see the pitch-black screen of his phone by his side, unlit with zero notifications. He turns to the other side of the bed, tearing his eyes from the said gadget. The unfamiliarity of the black screen being just black for too long taunts him to open it and just ask you if everything was a desperate mirage of his mind or not. It’s strange, too surreal, too good to be true that his Sun that talked with him through his every struggle is the same person as the Y/N he’s been dying to at least greet with a “hi”. And Namjoon knows anything that is too good can only exist in fantasies and dreams, such as him and Y/N finally, actually talking to each other.

He closes his eyes and buries himself deeper in his sheets, with hopes that it can also drown the thoughts surrounding you and the factual probability of you actually writing a song about him. Needless to say, he woke up too soon for the hours to lift the heavy bags off his eyes along with a sudden urge to consume two mugs of caffeine to get him through another tiring day.

“I didn’t imagine you’ll be this fucking handsome, god, I should have fixed myself.”

“Namjoon?”

“Huh?” Namjoon sits straight up, papers and pen dropping onto the floor and before he can kneel down to pick them up, he nudges his phone off his desk. Jimin saves it for him just in time.

“Jesus Christ hyung, what’s with you recently?” Jimin hands him his phone, forehead furrowed in concern.“You look like you just woke up from death.”

“Wow, thanks for the compliment,” Namjoon mutters, eyes fleeting to the notification bar of his cell. Still blank and black as always. He tucks it in his pocket. “I always look horrible, no need to point it out.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Jimin seats himself across him, chin jut out against his crossed arms. “You’ve been too…disoriented lately. I mean you’re always disoriented but this week was really different. You even walked into a pole yesterday. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, just…woke up from the wrong side of the bed.” Yeah, probably he did, Namjoon thinks.

“Alright, if you say so,” his friend turns to the front just the moment their Philosophy professor enters the room.

Namjoon heaves a sigh. It’s not that he didn’t trust Jimin with his problems; the kid has been with him through thick and thin (even when he’s literally thinning out last year because of his schedule and Jimin religiously have to get into his thick skull that he has to eat). It’s just… Once you’re presence has become tangible to another, it becomes easier for them to map out who you are which also makes it easier for them to nitpick each part of you. And Namjoon can’t let his friends see him as a burden. That’s why he prefers talking them with you. Everything is easy for him – relaying his embarrassing stories and exploding outbursts through a digital screen with no condescending eyes to judge him; entrusting his secrets to a person on the other end of the world which is completely detached from his own; baring himself open to an unknown face he can just hit up with a message without being that vulnerable in front of another person.

But now, you have a face in his mind, a face too familiar, a face everyone knows, and he doesn’t know if he can look at you the same way as before. How can he? He didn’t imagine the girl he loved in his own little fantasy will be actually you, the first female friend he had a platonic relationship. You even said so when you first exchanged names!

SunnyY/N 8:30 PM

Platonic relationships are so underrated.

MonJoon 8:31 PM

Yeah, I second that!

MonJoon 8:32 PM

I’m Joon btw. What can I call you?

SunnyY/N 8:34 PM

Just Sun! ☀ ☀ ☀

“Just Sun?” Hell yeah, you’re the Sun to every fan like him, Jimin, and everyone else that loves you and your craft. Thinking about it, everything you made up perfectly coincide with everything Y/N does. You travelling around with “your parents” and Y/N’s promotions overseas also start the same time frame. You being hella busy “with your folks that you can’t even touch your phone” is in the same schedule as Y/N’s concert tour. You being unable to meet up when you’re in Korea just in time when Y/N is currently in Korea for an encore concert. You spamming the convo space about your loneliness the same day Y/N received tremendous backlash on the release of No More You.

Fuck it, Namjoon slumps his head against his desk. A loser like him is a million miles away from a star like you. You’re able to reach thousands of other better people out there so why settle on a plain joe like him? How did he manage to actually make friends with you? But most importantly, why did you let him be?

“Namjoon, care to tell what’s so interesting with your notebook?”

Fuck. Why now?

“Y/N, seriously get off the phone, you’re going on live in two minutes.”

“Wait manager Kang, just a minute,” you pulled your cerise lips in a tight smile before looking back at your phone, fingers somewhat numb from the minutes spent on it pressed against the screen.

Kang Solmi just turns away, already used to your antics. You’ve always been stuck to your phone since she handled you two years ago and until now, she can’t understand your fascination in the illuminated screen that have kept you up all night and all day.

Well, it was different in other days, you usually tell her. “Just a message I have to check,” “Just one more look!” and “This person is important to me” - all of these already worn out on your tongue but you wouldn’t choose otherwise. You can’t open to her that you’ve been craving a normalcy in your life and this online friend of yours happened to give you just that. You can’t just blurt out too that you’ve been telling a stranger about things you’ve promised to keep exclusive only for the company, much less things you didn’t disclose even to your family and friends. And most importantly, you can’t tell her that stranger has been your muse for one year now that you can’t even control the rapid thrumming of your heart whenever you wake up to his “good morning, hoe.” For god’s sake, it doesn’t even sound romantic!

But all of the things you can’t do, you can’t drag the screen down enough to change the things you sent in your convo space with MonJoon. It’s still frozen to the last message you sent him.

SunnyY/N 1:04 AM

But I can’t wait that long, what if I say I want to meet you now?

Shit, you must have freaked him out. You haven’t met him personally in the first place and you already scared him off. You bite your lip and scrunch your face in annoyance. “Why did I have to be drunk that day? Out of all days – and his birthday too! Why, why, why?! What did I even tell him that in the first place?!”

“Hey, Namjoon, You’re idol’s performing live.”

Namjoon passes by Seokjin, eyes immediately looking at the mini television they bought with hard-earned money to see the very reason of his sleepless nights singing her heart out to My Only Friend.

The TV they bought was to satisfy Seokjin’s need for Netflix and his need to watch you on a larger screen without the possibility of him shattering it into shards. Well now, he could actually hear a resounding crack on his chest. It’s not real - you’re both born to be in different worlds, it’s just your imagination. “Yeah, okay,” Namjoon shrugged, legs fast as he heads for his bedroom.

“’Yeah, okay?’” Seokjin looks at him perplexed, tone incredulous making him stop midway. “What have you eaten? You’re usually salivating just the moment your eyes land on her.”

“I do not!”

“You do!” Seokin presses, expecting to see the weird expressions his friend will put on his face.

However, he didn’t expect to see the man huff in annoyance with an indignant scowl on his face. Namjoon only looks this scary when he’s really annoyed. Seokjin immediately drops the act and turns off the TV to follow his friend’s trudging.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Joon? Sorry I was just teasing you.”

Namjoon only turns on his back mumbling, “Nothing, I’m fine.”

However, unlike Jimin, Namjoon knows Seokjin doesn’t entertain any bullshits.

“Seriously, just tell me what’s bothering you. You look like a zombie these days, you almost finished our stack of coffee, and you’re being moody as hell like a 14-year old pubescent girl. What’s really up with you these days?”

Namjoon looks away. He can’t just tell Seokjin the one he’s watching on the screen a few seconds ago was the same person he’s been going on and on to their friends as “Namjoon’s online girlfriend.” His friend will laugh his ass off and that’s the least he wanted to have in his shitty day before he goes for the night to tutor some brats.

In his silence, Seokjin keeps his intense stare on him before he sticks out his index towards him. Namjoon waits, feeling his lungs squeezing -

“Don’t tell me…you’re in a fight with your online girlfriend!”

Oh right, Seokjin may not tolerate bullshits but it’s fine if he’s the one who gets to do so.

“Damn you.”

Namjoon closes his door, a relieved sigh escaping from his lips as he hears Seokjin’s laughter echoing behind him along with the sound of the TV turning on to show a different artist taking the stage.

Well, he can’t blame Seokjin from making that conclusion when it’s true he’s been like this when he’s going through arguments with you online. The first one was last year when he insensitively sent you “you’re lucky you get the hell out of school because of your parents” in his sleepy haze while writing excruciating six essays he has to pass the next day. He immediately knew he fucked up when you didn’t reply for the next two days even though he knew you read his last message. Cue then the next three days he’s been quite snappy and sulky before Seokjin demanded him to get his shit straight and make an apology message for you. It was easily resolved. You forgave him and you went back to the same lively internet friend of his.

The second fight you had was still fresh in his mind. It was eight months ago when you asked him “Why are you letting yourself become an underdog to them?” in the middle of his rant about the bullshit of Yoomi, the bossy bitch classmate of his in Arts who thinks what she comes up with should always be followed by everyone. It offended him way more than anyone has thrown insult at him - probably the most offensive remark he received from someone - and it really hurt that it came from you, the person he regarded the only one who can really really understand him. The cold silence ensued for only two days before you immediately messaged him “sorry, it was really an asshole move on my part,” and though Namjoon finds it hard to easily forgive anyone who does him wrong, it was that day he realized how he can easily soften up to you and unknowingly let you settle yourself back in your special place in his mundane-as-ever life.

But this time – this time, it’s different. He’s not even dealing with any cold war with you through the screen, but the moment he taps the icon of Send Me, he just finds himself stuck frozen with tingles running down his spine. You don’t message him after the bombing video call that threw him off his every expectation of the actual you behind the screen and – and it’s already been a week. Are you mad at him? Did you regret what you did? Or did you suddenly want to disentangle yourself from the mess of his life? Namjoon doesn’t know but at this moment he wants to cry. And so he does, sobs muffled by his clenched fist as he seeks comfort in his bed. He knows he’s gonna break down sooner or later and he’d rather do it now before he goes off to teach some spoiled brats later to fill his sad piggy bank for his MonStudio.

Another week passes with Send Me still silent on the other side. Namjoon doesn’t have the guts to check it from time to time recently, afraid he’ll send something that will worsen the situation. And though that helps him to put his personal turmoil at bay, it doesn’t help him with the disarray of thoughts and pent up feelings filling the expanse of his inner calmness to the brim. You’ve been his support system for two years now and Namjoon knows it’s partly his fault why he’s like this when he’s the one who put you in the pedestal as the only one person that can really understand him. But he can’t help it when you really do as what his title on you says.

You helped him get through heavy workloads with constant checkups you slipped while staying awake with him until he finished all his requirements.

SunnyY/N (2:35 AM)

Hey, you still up?

SunnyY/N (3:45 AM)

Don’t you dare sleep on me, let’s finish this!

SunnyY/N (4:01 AM)

We’ve done it, hoe! Now pass it! I’m gonna catch a shut-eye now. ;DDD

You gave him advice how to start reaching out from his introvert shell little by little just so he can make life easier for him

SunnyY/N (7:31 PM)

You don’t have to become an extrovert! Just step out a little in the open, I promise it will work.

SunyY/N (1:20 AM)

Don’t hate yourself too much. You know you can’t have everything under control, right?

SunnyY/N (3:56 PM)

I’m gonna send my love to you in hopes you’ll love yourself a little more each day, hoe. Here’s some ♥ ♥ ♥ from me :D

And when he feels like giving up, you’re always there to push him back in his game.

SunnyY/N (12:37 AM)

Hey, you have to continue this. You have to shift to Music after this!

SunnyY/N (11:58 PM)

Joon, you know you have to endure this. Mon Studio, remember?

SunnyY/N (2:21 AM)

I’ll come to your studio someday and make great songs with you, so just hang on, okay?

And now that you’ve been quite absent in his life, Namjoon knows he may easily just...burst, give up - lose control on the things he tries to keep at bay, especially now when he doesn’t need to have everyone know how much of a sorry loser he was.

“Namjoon?”

Namjoon’s eyes shot open at the recognition of Johnny’s voice on the other line. What the hell does their block’s president have to tellhim at fucking eleven o’clock in the fucking night?

“Hey Namjoon, do you hear me? I have a favor to ask you about the upcoming event in the uni.”

What the fuck, it’s already eleven o’clock and they’re calling me about school? Why did I even answer –

And then he hears the goddamn voice of Yoomi. “Namjoon, do you actually know what you will do?”

“Huh, what?”

“Don’t pretend you haven’t seen it. You ‘seen’ the reminder I sent on Messenger thirty minutes ago.”

Oh shit. The reminder Namjoon tapped on but didn’t actually read because the wonky internet suddenly caused the app to crash. Goddamn it, why does he and Seokjin have to forget to call the network –

“Hey Namjoon, you there? Speak up!”

Namjoon scrambles for his glasses, feet almost tripping on one another as he stands up. “Wait, wait, I’m getting up. I’m sorry I didn’t see the reminder; my net was shitty. Anyway, what is it that I have to do?”

“So basically, we had each group assigned to make their own tagline they’ll post in their Facebook update for the event, but we’re unsatisfied with what they made up so we’re gonna ask you to redo them instead – “

Wait, what? So this is the extra unnecessary event the block presidents planned? It’s not even graded, why do they have to stress on it too much? And why the hell should he redo the other’s work?!

“It wouldn’t be too much on you, right?” Yoomi rattles on, “given that you score perfect in most of our essays in class, hmm?”

Namjoon could already hear the warning bells of “this is bullshit” ringing by his ears and he could already imagine you scream “fucking hell no, bitch!” along with him to this whole bullshit scenario. But instead of voicing out his denial of the task suddenly thrust into him without his say in the matter, he finds his throat clogged up, unable to let the words be heard in the simple line connection. The cloudy haze in his sleep-deprived mind is also not helping in the situation. “Uhhm, uhh-“

“You don’t understand, Namjoon? You don’t understand? You just have to do this and then-“

He can’t deal with this right now. He presses the red icon of end call and puts the number in his phone’s blacklist. He knows it’s unnecessary but the panic in his veins doesn’t subside. It wasn’t until he pressed “leave the groupchat” where that damned task was messaged in was he finally able to sit down and breathe properly. His fingers are shaking, head suddenly pounding with long-withheld aggravation to these assholes who always have to disregard his consent in these activities –

“Why are you letting yourself become an underdog to them?”

Namjoon couldn’t take it anymore. He has to reach you.

Tapping the icon of Send Me, he presses the profile pic with your username to go into your convo space. He’s about to type everything that’s happening now but then – but then there’s missed calls and messages you sent earlier…this day?

SunnyY/n (5:26 PM)

Hey, Joon, I’m sorry I’ve been off the radar for two weeks. I’ve been thinking about the things I should say to you so as what happened the last time we talked wouldn’t turn that shitty but I guess I won’t be able to do so. I’m already shitty enough so I’m sorry you have to bear with me.

SunnyY/N (5:27 PM)

I’m sorry for shocking you that way. I didn’t intend to shake you out of your wits which probably scared you off from messaging me again.

SunnyY/N (5:30 PM)

I’m sorry again. I’ll be calling you until you pick up and I apologize this may come off irritating, but I just have to really talk with you again face to face.

A notification now pops up.

SunnyY/N is requesting for a video call. Accept? Decline?

Namjoon has never given out a reply so fast in his life.

The screen changes to the same room he has seen in the last call. But today, there’s no bottle in the vicinity, and Y/N – you are looking at him straight in the camera, face bare and eyes clear of any tears.

“Jo-Joon.”

At the sound of your voice, Namjoon knows it’s time to let out the things he’s been withholding for too long. It’s his turn to cry now and as the tears run down his cheeks, you immediately do what only you can do to him – keeping him grounded. You let him rant out the things he’s been enduring all on his own – one of the spoiled brat he tutors stood him up in the library they’re supposed to meet, the scholarship he feels he’s about to fuck up with his recent unsatisfactory grades, and the shitty call of Johnny and Yoomi which is just so unfair on his part. He doesn’t mention his problem with you but you know it’s already implied when he looks at you beneath his lashes in sequences before he continues his words. It unsettles you that he has to have his guard up in front of you when you’ve been open to him for a very long time now. Anyway, you’d rather have him finally within your reach than have him completely disappearing for the worst two weeks of your life.

“I-I’m sorry for looking like this,” he sniffs, fingers frantically wiping his wet cheeks. “I probably look like the typical pitiful underdog, I just-“

“Joon, listen to me.” And Namjoon does. “You’re not an underdog, okay? You’re just doing your best at the moment, you always do. And these things – they’re just obstacles, okay? We’re gonna get through all of them, remember? You told me so in that long textpost of yours in Tumblr! Do you want me to go there and make a Namjoon protection squad?” you roll up your pale yellow sweater to show some “biceps” you wished you were actually working on, and this makes Namjoon laugh a little. You smile wider. He’s been defending you far too long, it’s your turn to have his back now. “‘Cause everyone’s been indirectly attacking you; I need to defend my hoe!”

“No need, I’m – I’m gonna be fine,” Namjoon shakes off, his form calming down from his sobs. You always know how to make him smile again right after another breakdown. Letting his eyes meet yours from the screen, he still feels everything is a dream conjured by his wild imagination. It’s still too good to be true that the person he watches from afar now watches him and only him in the middle of the night. He simply can’t wrap his head around the actual possibility of everything that’s happening is actually real.

You must have caught on his prolonged stare. “Are you – are you still weirded out this…is actually me?” You murmur but Namjoon still hears it. How can he not, when your voice was all that connected him to you when he hasn’t found out you’re actually SunnyY/N.

“I’m not weirded out. I-I’m still shocked.”

“With-with my bare face? I know I look horrible without make-up on and look-“

“You still look as pretty as I’ve ever known you.” And this shuts you up.

Namjoon takes in the image of you flushed and cheeks tinged in pink, the color making its way to his own blushing face. He can’t believe you’re actually blushing because of him. He’s still shy looking at you so closely so he casts his gaze down. “I-I don’t know if this is actually a dream or not – I-I don’t even know how to properly talk with you again- ‘cause I mean I’m your fan, and before you called me, you were just a fan, like me. By the way, I’m still fascinated how you just fangirled with me over you.”

Your chuckles resounding from the other line makes Namjoon think he’s in cloud 9. “I swear I actually enjoyed doing that with you. One of my best stress-relievers.”

“Fangirling over yourself?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Okay, noted.”

“But anyway, Namjoon, the friendship I formed with you with SunnyY/N is real and I hope you won’t change how you treated me through that convo space now that you know who I really am. I – I missed the normalcy I once had before my career suddenly put me in a place hard for me to personally reach anyone and – and I didn’t expect an online friend would give that comfort to me.”

Namjoon smiles. “Of course. I’m just shaken up, I just have to get used to talking to my idols face to face.” You chortled at that along with him. “I wouldn’t want to be suddenly hoe-less just because I’m shocked you were actually the only person who gets me in so many ways.”

“Promise me, you’ll be there for me just like how we used to for two years?” You put up your pinky in line with the camera.

“Promise me you’ll tell me anything beforehand before you surprise the hell out of me again.” Namjoon also puts out his pinky leveled with yours.

With a chuckle of “Promise!” just like how you type your promises in the convo space, the warmth Namjoon feels as he presses his pinky against the screen to meet yours felt too real.

“Also, promise me that you won’t snitch my account to random people. I don’t wanna get hacked.” And at that, Namjoon giggles along with you.

“Promise.”

Everything still feels like a dream. But your warm smile and comforting presence on the other side makes it hard for Namjoon to turn his back away from this one hell of an opportunity fate has given him.

It’s really good that this is real. He knows he has to bask longer in his side of paradise along with his sun.

Post A/N | Follow up! I’ve been working on requests recently so expect some of them to drop within the following weeks. Thank you for all your support! :D

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