#namjoon theme

[achillesthv]

• 𝐑𝐌; 𝒾 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝓉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁,

𝗍𝗈 𝑓𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝓁𝗈𝗏𝖾 내 아기 ִ  

[meriaadoo]

꒲ 天気は寒い ー です

[pynkgothicka]

Ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ Ｗｈｅｅｌｓ ＫＮＪ

Synopsis - Your imaginary friend makes a return into your life when you least expect it. (Part 6 of the Monster Series)

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Demon! Kim Namjoon x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Brandy Norwood, Stephanie Hsu, Chris Pine

Tags and Warnings - Religious themes, hints of suicide, Chris pine

Authors Note - Time for reqs!!! I'm happy you guys stuck with me and my fits of unmotivation to write.

Packing up to go home was something you hated the thought of doing. But, with your mom insisting on you coming back home for fall break, it was hard to decline. Perhaps a break from school was just what you needed. After loading a small bag filled with your belongings into the back of your car, you start the long drive. As music plays, you try to distract your wandering thoughts.

Eventually, you receive a call from an old friend, Brandy, which you promptly answer.

"I heard you're coming back! We missed you in town," she said almost immediately into the phone. You smiled, trying to match her enthusiasm in your tone. She was usually a bit calmer from what you could last recall. Her faux locs were pulled into a bun as she worked on writing screenplays. So it was almost awkward hearing her so happy.

“Yeah! I'm happy to come back. Don't worry I missed town too.” You said keeping your voice happy and upbeat. “How are th-”

"So hey, your mom told me to ask, are you coming to church?”

You tensed at that word. Almost any recollection of church made you uneasy. Yet, when thinking too hard, you couldn't even begin to place what made you so uncomfortable with the subject.

Brandy took your silence as an answer. "Mhmm. Alright, I'll talk to you later when you're done driving, bye!" Then the phone hung up. You couldn't even begin to decipher what her sudden switch up was, but you didn't try to dwell on it.

But something was off. You hated that feeling of uneasiness. You turned up the music to drown out your thoughts.

🪀

Upon entering your old home, the air felt cold. The house seemed lifeless compared to your last visit. Your mom greeted you with a hesitant smile, warmly saying, "Hi, baby!" as she embraced you. She kissed your forehead and you reciprocated her smile, responding, "How was the drive in?”

“It was nice. Brandy called me for a bit so it wasn't too lonely.” Your father came in now hugging you. He took your bag and brought it to your room. Then your mother brought you to the kitchen, she passed you a bag with cookies. “So how's home been?”

“It's been nice, the church has become more active. New members and all that, I really hope you come tomorrow.” Your mother rambled on, almost guilting you into participating in something you obviously had 0 interest in. With a hand placed on your temple, you looked ahead at almost nothing. You leaned over the countertop, as she talked. “You remember Joonie?”

You snapped out of your daze. "Huh? Not that I know no.”

"Yeah, your old imaginary friend! I remember you used to play with him and everything, even asked me to leave out a second plate of food, all that stuff," your mother rambled, smiling. You nodded at her awkwardly. You had no recollection of whoever your mom was talking about, but you just went with it. Finally, your dad came down and patted your back, signaling that your room was ready.

Upon entering the room, you saw a trail of salt by the door. It was as if it either trapped something in or kept something out. Stepping over the salt, you went to your bed and fell face-first. You groaned into the sheets and grabbed the linen. Everything smelled old, like an old, murky, mildew-based prison that sucked everything out of you.

And it all made you so sleepy. Maybe you could just sleep off that uneasy feeling, so you did.

🪀

You woke up to an empty stomach. Getting out of bed, your first instinct was to check what time it was. you saw it was early in the morning, around 4 a.m. No one would be up around this time you took that as a time to roam around. Slipping on your white house slippers and taking your phone, you left your old room. Seeing the salt on the ground you stepped over it once again.

You stuck to your main route and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Opening the fridge, you found a slice of bundt cake in a circular container. Quickly you began to eat it with a spoon. You looked at the sliding door that led to the backyard, memories flooding your senses. Having picnics with your mother and community parties.

Yet it was all so faint, and it was faint to the point where you could only make out faint glimpses.

Looking around more you saw a cabinet left open. Usually from what you remember, it was where your mom would hold important documents like your birth certificate. You went towards it to close it but stopped seeing it wad filled more than usual. It had salt and drawings filling it. Stuff you couldn't even begin to decipher what all was in it.

Taking it out, you saw childish drawings. Joonie was scribbled with hearts surrounding it. It was haunting as you could tell it was your work. You shoved it back into the cabinet shutting it. You let out a sigh and finished your slice of cake.

You were brought out of your mind for about the umpteenth time during your visit by the sound of the television turning on. Pensively you walked into the living room and looked at the television, the broadcast shakey and filled with static. The remote sat on the coffee table, untouched. You reached for it to try and turn it off but it was stopped.

“Don’t.”

The television flipped to a show and went to a static dead channel. “What…?” You said quietly staring at the screen. “Whose there?”

“A…Friend.” The television spoke to you through the TV. You were stunned and moved to sit on the couch. You stayed wary, not even looking at the remote that sat in front of you. “You… are. still… pretty.” It continued to say. Sitting up you kept your posture.

“Thank you… U-Um is this a prank? Is there someone controlling my TV?” You said finally trying to figure out exactly what was happening. Then it muttered your name, in its garbled way. Different channels talking to you. After it switched to a channel of a man laughing it continued to talk.

“No… You.. will know… me… soon.” Then the TV shut off. You stared at it and took that as a sign to get up and leave. You rushed to your room, not even recalling the salt. You tripped and fell to the ground. You groaned before getting back into bed and falling asleep.

🪀

Getting out of your parent's car, you realized the church was still the same building. It was small and homey. It was made to be intimate and close, but it haunted you. Walking up those stairs and entering the building you saw nothing but regret. The pastor was someone you didn't recognize, he was older. His face was chiseled out of stone, however. You sat down towards the front of the church following suit with your parents.

The session was long, and you stayed to yourself. Towards the end, the pastor looked at you directly, “I’m happy you've decided to reconnect with us. Welcome back home.” And everyone clapped and applauded your return. But all you could do was sit there and be anxious. Nodding you plastered on a smile, just to get them to stop praising you for something that wasn’t permanent.

You just wanted to shrink and die, the guilt you faced being too much.

Your mother shoved your shoulder urging you to speak. “I-I’m happy to be here sir.”

🪀

Your parents rambled about how much the church seemed to appreciate your return. They had previously left you in the car while the new pastor spoke to them without your presence. It was weird, your parents pushing you to the side for something so minute. “What did you guys talk about?” You finally said interrupting them.

“Oh nothing, we are just making plans for today's little dinner party. Everyone is coming over for it, It's for you coming home, baby.” Your mother said, that sickeningly sweet voice making you feel anxious sort of.

“Why does everyone care that I’m home all of a sudden…”

The car went silent.

Your dad cleared his throat, “Well you know how your mother likes to talk. Ever since, well all these new people started showing up and becoming regulars, she's been talking nonstop about you.” He said. You knew he was sugar-coating something. Yet no one told you a thing.

“Listen, baby, I just want you to know, that we both love you so much.” Your mother cut in. You looked away and sighed while staring out the window. You felt even more guilt for how you felt towards the situation.

🪀

It was late, and everyone who attended church today was in your home. Brandy and Stephanie stayed in your room with you, quickly wanting nothing to do with the celebration happening downstairs. “Did you guys' parents be really weird out of the blue today?” Brandy asked. Both you and Stephanie nodded in agreeance.

“Yeah, I think it's the church. Something is up with that church now and I don't like it.” Stephanie said.

“What happened to the church, why is it so tense now?” You asked. Stephanie and Brandy looked at each other before, Stephanie made a face for Brandy to shut your door, in which she did. Stephanie took your hands in her own.

“You’ve seen it too, great we aren't alone. This happened around 6 months ago, new people coming in and the sermons started to change. It was focused on this day where a savior would save us and all that bull shit. But that's what it is. It's fucking bull.” Stephanie said keeping her voice to a hushed whisper. Brandy cut in.

“But if you say something about it, they say you're questioning his word. I don't even know who this new him is. It's changed and something is up. I'll be honest, it started with Pastor Pine and your parents.” Brandy said also whispering. You furrowed your brows recalling how weird everything has been since you returned. Brandy was right, it was something different with your parents.

Your head shot up and you finally decided on your next course of action. “Okay, you know what. We’re leaving. You are both coming with me back to school. I'll get you guys some new stuff once we arrive. We just need to get the fuck out.” You said deciding to leave your bag. Both of them seemed on board, ready to ditch whatever fate that this town was coming to. They took their phones and made their way out of your door and down the stairs to your front door. "If they try and stop you, keep moving.”

“Where are you going?” That deep voice was one you became accustomed to in a matter of a day.

You turned around to see Pastor Pine, his hands now on your shoulder. “Nowhere that's your concern.” You said shrugging your shoulders away. But he grabbed your shoulder more harshly. With a quick shove, you were on the ground and stumbled as he shoved you back into the house. With a touch of his hands on Brandy and Stephine's forehead, they disappeared into smoke. You stared in shock and almost broke down seeing just how quickly the only people who believed your suspicion were gone. And you could only crawl away weakened by the force behind the shove.

“After all this, you just want to run away.” Pastor Pines, voice shifted as he spoke. Becoming deeper, a wine-like tone coming from him. “Is it because you don't recognize me? After all the fun we used to have…”

”I don't know you!” You yelled back, in Horror you watched as the man's shoulder tore open, blood shooting out. A different man, one with silver hair with glints of purple emerged. He tore his way out of the husk of a body, a pair of ink-black wings sprouting from his back. “Oh my god! Mom! D-”

The man chuckled. It silenced you quickly as he kneeled next to you. “Don't even try it. They’re dead. They sacrificed themselves for me, baby. For Joonie… Your Joonie.”

It all came back to you. Promising yourself to him as a teenager, and having little to no friends. It was all him, yet it continued to be egged on by your parents. Namjoon was a demon, a demon that the town subscribed to. All of them had waited for you, and behind you, Namjoon wouldn't even dare allow you to see the people dead in sacrifice of him.

With a touch of his hand on your head, your memories came back to you. Playing with Joonie and seeing him as a confidant that you’d lost with age. “There we go, take it all in,” he said hushed into your ear.

“J-Joon…”

”Say my name baby… I know your happy to have me back.”

He cradled your head and smiled before planting a small kiss, knocking you out entirely.

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Gentlemen's Club: Introduction

ship: ot7 x dancer!reader

au/genre: sex worker au

rating: M (this will explore darker themes please read at your own discretion)

wc: 1.5k

chapter warnings: dark themes, drug mentions, obsessive nature, drunk assholes. Took a terrible job offer all because your parents couldn't pay up and now you are stuck there.

Summary: You start off as a dancer/bartender until your bosses realize that you are the most popular woman there and bring in the most money. It's even better when you catch the eye of the 5 richest men in Korea. It's a hard job luckily for you, the men in your life wouldn't do a thing to hurt you. Even if they have dark secrets and simply use you as an escape.

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

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" 𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞"

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 - Under any circumstances are you to talk back to any love(s) or higher-up 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 - no disrespect of any form,(eye rolling, sucking teeth, ignoring etc) will be tolerated 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟑(𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬): 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬. -We take the time to train our ladies perfectly for your pleasure. Respect them 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝. -If a love requests you to fulfill a kink/task, you must do it. No question asked

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝. - We'll state this again. You do everything that you are told the first time. No one should have to talk to you more than once. You are told to do something. You do it.

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔...𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇...

"Another day in this hell hole" you whispered to yourself. It's been years of this so-called life you are now forced to call home. Never in a million years did you think your life would result in this.

Being forced to perform sexual acts all because your family couldn't pay back alone that was given way before you were even born. Hell, even thought about. Thankfully, they hadn't made you do anything you weren't ready for before you turned 18.

Your childhood wasn't complete shit like your adulthood was. You never knew who your real parents were but knowing what you know now, you didn't care to ever meet them. You never knew that you were "sold", you thought all the other children you grew up with were your siblings and a product of two people who loved each other dearly. You never felt you were in danger, and rightfully so.

If you had felt just a bit of uncomfortableness, you would find your way out of this hell hole. Sometimes...you wish you did. You wish you felt uncomfortable or just had seen the fake love and comfort you did feel, so maybe. Just maybe, you could have gotten out of this before it got too deep.

But you didn't. To be fair, you were a baby, just an innocent child. There is nothing that you could have done.

Although it sounds horrible, you were blessed enough to have really sweet clients. They never hurt you and if you weren't feeling up to having sex, they never forced you. They just sit there with you and talk. Most of the time that was all they wanted. The sex with them wasn't bad either so you could hardly complain. 

It just sucked that you couldn't leave this life even if you wanted to. 

Hearing a knock on your door followed by a soft voice you heard every day was the same voice that was a voice of reason. It comforts you so much. "Princess, it's time to get ready." You sighed softly grabbing your silk robe and placing it on. You looked at yourself one more time. Your hair was perfect, your makeup was perfect, your body was perfect. But your heart was broken. You were broken. Some of the things you've encountered here before meeting your clients, you will never recover from.

Luckily, that hasn't happened in a long time. 

Spraying a few sprays of your perfume, you gave yourself a few words of encouragement before opening the door, revealing the two men who make things a bit better for you. Jimin and Jungkook. They're your protectors. Something that each girl receives when she gets transferred over from the starting house. Normally, you just get one. But you? You were special to the club. They couldn't let anything happen to their money maker. So you got two. They're given because some of the clientele that comes sometimes get a little bit...obsessed.

You are considered objects, yes, but you belong to one couple, therefore you can't be disrespected by anyone other than the punisher. You hardly ever saw the punisher, thankfully. The punisher is the one that does the obvious... punish you. There are rules that you must recite every night before you go and make your rounds, you must follow them. If and for any reason, any love or higher-up feels that you broke these rules, you will be punished and your protector cannot protect you.

"Are you ready princess?" Jungkook asked. You nodded slowly. You're never ready but you've trained yourself to prepare yourself as must as you could. "Let's get this show on the road kitten," Jimin said holding your right arm while Jungkook was holding the left.

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The club was full of idols, TV hosts, producers, and almost every famous name. This club is hard to get into. You have to be well respected and trusted to participate. Anyone less than celebrity status or wealth status cannot enter the club, even as a plus one. People that have nothing to lose will easily bring this organization down and we can't have that.

You headed to the front of the club alongside Jungkook, Jimin, and the other girls and their protectors. You stood out. Everyone else had one protector or they'll only be booked once maybe twice a week, maybe even once a month. You were racking in clientele every night. Great for the club but horrible for you.

You were the club's prized possession. You made 30% of it's income on your own. You were held to a high standard, a standard that you didn't necessarily want. They were more harder on you when you didn't want to work, or wanted to take a simple break.

"Please state the rules, of the club loudly and clearly." The masked man said standing in front of you all. Jungkook rolled his eyes. The rules fell off of the mouths that filled the club. To the mask man's pleasure, he nodded and continued. "Tonight's a big night. We have some fresh faces as well as some new ones. Make me money" he said opening the curtains and allowing the ladies to make their rounds.

Looking over at you, "You know you're respected spot, get to it" he said. You nodded and headed to a pedestal that was located at the right of the club. Far off in the back.

You get "booked" differently. While other girls have to get the love to come to them, you were specially booked. For one to book you, they must pay upfront before the appointment even starts. They have to ask you by name. Which is pretty hard to obtain, but several men have gotten that far.

Tonight will be a pretty soft night for you. Thankfully.

Seokjin entered the club, with a once-track mind.

Headed to your private room, he dodged every female that came his way. Finally reaching your room. He was immediately stopped by Jimin and Jungkook. "Do you have an appointment tonight?" Jimin asked. Seokjin sighed.

"I come every other night at this time, you should know this by now.."

"Doesn't matter, you know you need an appointment each time." Jungkook snapped. You sighed. "It's okay guys, let him though." You said touching their shoulders before taking Seokjin's hand and pulling him inside......

[fanyyy444]

HELP I WANNA CHANGE MY THEME AGAIN BUT I CHANGED IT LIKE....926393792 IDK DAYS AGO💔💔💔😭😭😭 Less than 1 week I guess

I've been really obsessed with Hobi and Jimin lately, and I saved lots lots LOTS of pics of them

Help I miss that green theme of Hobi :(

If it's gonna be a Jimin theme I'm basically fucked because...HOW CAN I CHOOSE ONLY ONE OF THESE FOR PFP??? JIMIN IS SO BEAUTIFUL I CAN'T 😭😭😭😭😭

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaㅓㅜ뉴ㅑㅌㅅ재트ㅠ캦ㄹ뇽ㅍ

[hobi-j]

I miss them ♡

Like/replog ♡

#draft

[qw-oozu]

𝘣𝘰𝘰! 𝗾𝘄-𝗼𝗼𝘇𝘂'𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 🔪 : ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᵎ ₎·. 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 ✰ ⊹ !? rKivE !! ɞ· 🐰 𝗟𝐈𝗸𝗲 ꩜̅𝐑 ֶℝ𝔼𝗕𝗟֢𝗢𝐆໑ : 𝙥𝙨𝙙 𝙗𝙮 @miniepsds

[f4irytki]

it took me some time but now i am strong .·★

even your very best friend tried to warn me on the low .·★

[achillesthv]

⠀⠀⠀ ˓   𝓙    .      ─     .     𑁍

⠀⠀⠀   ౿  ׂ   ִ    美術館   ִ    🪵    ⁀   ˳ ⊹

[meriaadoo]

࣪ 바다 ⃝📖ㅤ۪ ㅤ۫ 니다   ֶָ blue ⠀⠀𑂳 ㅤ۫ .⠀ ੭

︵͜ 🥛 ︵͜︵ ⌕. ׅ ׄ 니바!다다⠀ ׅ ׄ ⠀๑

[namuwithhoneybee]

Know you love me, girl

So that I love you

Know you love me, boy

So that I love you

알아요 , RM feat. Jungkook

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.×. Icons taehyung .×.🐞

[viopoirot]

₍🪐₎ the monsters turned out to be just trees,

金 like or reblog if you saved/used. ★⸃

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✦;; 남준.

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧.❤︎

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[hobi-j]

- We were too close to the stars

I never knew somebody like you, somebody -

๑ 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊/𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 (੭˃̵ᴗ˂̵)੭

๑ 𝕯𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙 ヾ(`ヘ´)ﾉ