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the man in black | knj (2)

you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar.

✨ title: the man in black | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff, light smut(?) | strangers-to-lovers(?), bookstore!au ✨ rating: R | ✨ word count: 3.8k ✨ warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit, language, alcohol consumption, kissing, touching, allusions to sex, minor details about sex (spanking, cockwarming) ✨ a/n: helloooo! and we're back with these two crazy people who f*cked in a bathroom bar lmaoooo. this takes place before and after the first drabble. ;) and this is un-beta'd b/c i couldn't wait to post it, again, apologies if this suuuucks. translation cr to doolsetbangtan | also tagging @jeongkoos

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[ Three hours earlier ]

Dating apps weren’t doing it anymore because you’d match with the most boring guys in the city. You only had one week left until your parents would set you up on a blind date. And knowing your parents, you wouldn’t put your trust in them either. You wanted to meet someone in a natural way. It was dumb, and you know that, but nothing else was working. Why couldn’t you dream of meeting a tall, dark, and handsome stranger in a grocery store while the two of you reached for the same apple? Stupid, you know, but you can dream, can’t you?

You sighed, stirring your vodka soda in its clear glass. The bar was pretty full on a Friday night, and you happened to find an empty seat amongst the sea of couples on a date. Getting dolled up and coming to the bar was the best idea you could come up with in hopes of meeting your soulmate. You were leaving it up to destiny to bring this non-existent man you’d dreamt of.

The seat next to you opened up, and immediately, it was taken by a man. Quickly glancing to see if he would be a possible candidate, you noticed the ring on his finger and shifted your body away from him.

When you called the bartender over, you were nearly finished with your drink, but your attention was interrupted by feedback on a mic. You looked to see five guys filing in, four of them in white dress shirts and one in a black turtleneck - someone didn’t get the memo, you chuckled quietly.

One of the men in white tapped on the mic before speaking into it. “Hello, we apologize for interrupting you on this beautiful night, but I–we wanted to come up here and perform this song for my beautiful bride-to-be.”

Everyone turned their heads and clapped as the man pointed to the woman sitting towards the front, who was blushing and covering her face from embarrassment.

“This is for you, baby.”

A low, sexy beat blasted from the speakers, and a low, husky voice overwhelmed everyone’s ears. Everyone bobbed their head to the song as the men in white began singing and rapping. You thought about the bride-to-be sitting in the front row, about how lucky she was to find someone who would embarrass himself because he loved her so much.

As the song continued, you waved the bartender down once more to order another vodka soda, and the drink was in your hands faster than the man you wanted to be dropped in your lap. Like everyone else, you bobbed your head to the song's beat, and it wasn’t until you heard a voice that had your attention again. Peering over, it was the man who didn’t get the memo, the man who was in all black, just oozing sexy vibes from head to toe. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. How could you not? He stood out the most from the rest of the group. You guessed he was a part of their wedding party - probably had a significant other already. Who wouldn’t, especially when he looked like that?

You giggled at their choreographed dance while the others looked silly; the man in all black was the complete opposite. He was putting his whole body and soul into it, his dimpled grin on display, ruining all of the women (and men) in the crowd. His head rolled back from side to side, showing off his thick neck. He pulled his sleeves up, revealing what looked like an expensive watch, as he continued to carry on with their dance.

Once they finished their song, the bride-to-be stood up, giving her future groom a kiss. Feeling a bit flustered from the hollers and roars from the crowd, she quickly pulled him off the stage. The rest of the group bowed, saying thank you, and heading back to their tables and seats. While some sat down, the man in all black made their way to the bar. Your eyes widened, feeling frantic by being in the mere presence of a man that God chiseled himself. He looked even better up close.

With your back turned, the man in all black took a seat next to you, his thigh accidentally brushing up against yours, but he didn’t notice. It was enough to make your core ache. Yes, it’s been a while since you’ve been touched.

“Namjoon-ah, you had the whole crowd going wild,” said the bartender.

You nodded. “You really did,” you muttered, gasping, covering your mouth when you realized you had said it out loud. Fuck. Clearing your throat, you mumbled an apology before getting up to crawl into a hole to hide from your embarrassment.

The man in black, you assumed to be Namjoon, turned, calling out to you. “Wait–”

Sheepishly turning around, you sipped on your vodka soda to face the man himself. God–he was really gorgeous, tall, dark, and handsome, his skin a beautiful honey color. “You really liked my performance?” he asked, tilting his head. His eyes turned into a crescent shape, the corners of his lips curving into a smile, letting his dimples appear.

“Yeah, I mean, you seem like a natural on stage.”

“It’s ‘cause he is,” the bartender interjected. “He does spoken word.”

You wouldn’t have expected someone like him to do spoken word. Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. “That’s, um, that’s pretty cool.”

Namjoon grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, pulled out a slate grey card, handing it to you. Gazing at the card, it read, ‘Moonchild Books and Cafe.’

“If you’re free tomorrow, there’s an event I’m holding. We’ll have local authors and poets reading some of their works,” he softly smiled, holding onto the card longer than expected. He apologized when he realized you were trying to take the card.

You flashed a thin smile, staring at the card in your hand, muttering his full name, ‘Kim Namjoon.’

You stayed for another hour or so, wanting to enjoy the live music but also low-key, avoiding the man in black, aka Kim Namjoon.

Every now and again, you'd catch stolen glances from across the room while he was with his friend group. You'd look away, hoping he didn’t catch you blushing like a schoolgirl who’d been eyeing their crush. He’s just a man, for fuck’s sake, but you had it down bad for a stranger you had the smallest of conversations with.

The time was nearly 11 o’clock before you decided to call it a night. The crowd was still lively, dancing the night away, but you didn’t feel like being a loser anymore sitting by yourself.

Walking down the hallway toward coat check, you were suddenly jolted in the direction of the bathroom. The door opened as you followed behind, recognizing the man in black pulling you in. Honestly, if it were anyone else, you’d cry for help. Considering it was tonight's sexy, gorgeous man, you’ll go along with it.

“Hi,” Namjoon’s voice was low and deep, caging you against the wall, making sure to lock the door behind you.

You managed to croak out some kind of greeting back.

Even his chuckle was sinister. “Couldn’t really let you go without talking to you again.”

You let out a small snort. “So, you chose the bathroom?”

He nodded while smiling, showing off those pretty dimples. “Needed someplace quiet.”

Biting on your lip, you suppressed the smile trying to creep up. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Namjoon gazed into your eyes, discovering your beauty at an even closer range. “Please understand that I’m…never this forward, especially with someone I’ve just met.” As much as you were watching him tonight, he was doing the same – found you adorable, attractive, and stunning.

You told him your name, and he repeated it. “Should probably be on a first-name basis, huh? Just in case you need to scream my name.”

He grinned. “Very bold of you to assume I’ll be screaming your name tonight. Maybe you’ll be screaming mine,” Namjoon remarked, cocking his eyebrow.

“I’ll gladly scream your name, Namjoon,” you admitted shamelessly before leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips–and yes, they were as soft as you imagined, full, pouty, plush. Lips, you would never be tired of kissing.

Namjoon smiled into the kiss, thinking how much he loved that you kissed him first. His tongue nipped your top lip, begging it to open wider so he could continue to explore everything you had to offer. The somersaults unfolded in your stomach when he cupped your face, pressing his big frame against yours–his frame wasn’t the only thing that was big. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his growing erection pressed against your stomach.

He broke the kiss. “Can I touch you?” he asked, stopping everything until you gave him the okay, which you acknowledged quickly that you were completely okay with him doing anything he wanted.

Suddenly, he crouched, hooking your thighs and lifting you, causing an excited yelp to escape. Namjoon continued placing kisses on your neck as he settled you down on top of the cold counter, which felt nice against your burning skin. He connected his mouth to yours again, hands grazing your thighs. Lifting the hem of your dress, he hooked his fingers under your lace panties, making you squirm out of them and tossing them aside.

“Mm…much better,” he hummed.

[ the next day ]

“When can I see you again?”

That was the last thing Namjoon asked. He had already invited you to his bookstore event. It would be the perfect opportunity to see him again, but would it make you look desperate? Seeing a guy right after you fuck him? You shuddered at the thought of him being inside you again. It wouldn’t look that desperate, would it?

“So, let me get this straight. A tall, dark, handsome man fucks you in the bathroom of a bar, asks you when he can see you again, and you’re sitting here with me?” your best friend Yejin asked, gesturing for you to lean in closer to her. She lightly struck your head with her knuckles. “You dummy! We’re going to see this man.”

Technically, you had already made plans with Yejin, and you did consider going to Namjoon’s, but that was before you fucked him in the bathroom. “Stop, Yejin–I can’t go see this guy.”

Yejin stared blankly. “You’re always complaining about not finding ‘the one,’ and when he literally shows up right in front of you and INVITES you to go out then gives you the best sex of your life, you’re refusing all of a sudden? What happened to destiny and all that fate bullshit you’re always going on about?”

“I didn’t say he was the best sex I’ve ever had!” you whisper-shouted, hoping the people around you didn’t hear your conversation with your best friend. “I said he’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time. There’s a difference!”

Yejin rolled her eyes. You were impossible. The universe finally gave you what you wanted, right as you’re about to give up and go on a stupid blind date? Maybe it was too good to be true. Namjoon was like a fever dream. Sex with him was hot as fuck, but you'd hardly think it could turn into anything more. You literally had sex with a man you'd just met. It probably wouldn't be the best love story to tell to your future grandchildren. Do you know how we met? We fucked in a bathroom bar.

“Who am I kidding, Yejin? All that fate and destiny stuff is just that–bullshit.”

Maybe Namjoon would be the guy before 'the one'. Either way, the thought of keeping the blind date didn't sound bad at the moment. It could be a good backup in case nothing went further with Namjoon.

“Bullshit or not. We’re going.”

When the two of you arrived at the quaint, cute bookstore, you were quite impressed. It was like walking into a different world, walls filled with books from floor to ceiling, soft, broken-in brown leather sofas scattered throughout the space, tables, and chairs filled the area in the middle, while a small line of customers occupied the back where the sound of the espresso machine was hissing.

Immediately, you recognized Namjoon, only this time; he was in a completely different outfit from the one last night - a red shirt, dark jeans, and a tan trench coat to finish off his look. A completely different vibe from the man in all-black. Regardless of whatever he was wearing, he still radiated such confidence that you’d ever seen a man carry - it wasn’t the pretentious kind either, which was a plus in your book.

Yejin nudged you forward to talk to him. You shuffled nervously, approaching, waiting for him to finish his conversation. After a minute, he noticed you waiting. He grabbed your attention, telling you to wait for him.

“Hey–you came!” He didn’t know if should give you a hug, kiss, or handshake, so it turned out to be an awkward high-five.

“Yeah, um–I’m here with my friend,” you turned to point but realized how it looked because Yejin was nowhere in sight. It probably looked like you were trying to make excuses. “She’s…here somewhere. I'm sure we'll find her later."

He smiled, showing those sweet dimples you could curl into and sleep in. "Welcome to Moonchild Books and Cafe. I apologize. It's a bit crazy in here today. I wasn't expecting so many people."

Namjoon was really something else, completely different from the person you met last night. But you were intrigued to learn more about this side of him.

"Looks like this is a popular spot to be,” you commented, observing the buzz of the small crowd chattering and finding a seat.

“You gonna stay and hang out?”

Well, you were already here. It would be weird to leave. “Are you performing?”

He nodded.

You beamed at him. “Save me a seat in the front row?”

“Reserved and ready to go.”

You’d never been to a show quite like this. You’ve been to book readings by local authors but what Namjoon had put together was an incredible collective of local poets and artists. As if last night’s performance at the bar with his friends didn’t already impress you, this afternoon had you on your knees.

The last artist on stage, Min Yoongi’s piece was so raw, so real - you felt it in your bones. He was the person that Namjoon was speaking with when you first came in. And at the end of his performance, he promoted another event he’d be performing at as well, and you made sure to make note of it.

The crowd clapped and cheered for Yoongi as he stepped off, and Namjoon stepped up to the mic. He let out a nervous chuckle when someone in the crowd screamed his name. You guessed he had fans - but who wouldn’t be a fan? Namjoon checked off many boxes on your list, and you wondered how many he’d keep checking off.

“Thanks for coming out, my little Moonchildren. So, originally I planned to perform something else, but when inspiration hits, you gotta go with it, right?” he let out another chuckle, and the crowd agreed. “I, uh, stayed up too late writing this and prepping all morning, so I hope you guys like it.”

Is this love

Sometimes I know

Sometimes I don’t

There are words circulating around me

But none feels like how I feel

I can just feel it

Like the moon surely rises after the sun rises

Like fingernails grow,

Like the trees undress themselves layer by layer when the winter comes

That you are the one who will give meaning to my memories

That you are the one who will make a person into a love

Before knowing you, my heart was only filled with straight lines only

I’m just a human, human, human

You erode all my edges

And make me love, love, love

We are humans, humans, humans

Among those countlessly many straight lines

My love, love, love

When we sit gently on it, it becomes a heart

I live so I love

Live and love

If it’s love, I will love you

Namjoon stared directly into your soul when he emphasized the last line. Were you the inspiration for this piece? You couldn’t be, right? You’d briefly met the man, so there’s no way this could be about you. Unless he was in the same situation and was also completely smitten by a stranger he had fucked in a bathroom bar.

Yejin nudged you, leaning in. "Future boyfriend has a way with words."

After hearing him speak, only heart eyes came from you, like in those old cartoons where the main character has completely fallen head over heels. The simplicity and complexity of his words, the playfulness in his voice, and the way he was able to paint a beautiful story within a matter of minutes were impressive, to say the least.

“If you don’t fuck him again, I will,” Yejin snickered.

“Shut up,” you spat at her. It took everything in your power not to jump up on stage and give everyone a show. You were feeling hot and bothered, wanting to ask if you had any part inspiring what he had just performed. Though, it’d be embarrassing if you asked and it was about someone else.

Both you and Yejin stuck around after the crowd dwindled. You introduced Yejin to Namjoon, making it known to him that you weren’t lying about having a friend come with you. Namjoon asked if you wanted to hang out with him while he finished cleaning up. Yejin made the excuse of ‘being tired’ and would call a taxi home so that you could use the car. Shameless, as she was devising an agenda for you.

The last of Namjoon’s employees left, and you didn’t mind helping him - it gave you more time to get to know him without the getting naked part.

“You were pretty amazing on stage tonight. A bit intimidating, if I may say so myself.”

Namjoon waved his hand. “Nah–that’s just something I do for fun. This, right here,” he pointed to the bookstore, “this is my baby, my moonchild. So, you have nothing to be afraid of–I won’t bite,” he teased.

You raised an eyebrow, kind of hoping he was a biter. “Not a biter, hmm?” you asked, setting down the towel in your hand and staring at him.

Namjoon walked over to you, looking broad and burly in his red t-shirt. You didn’t get to see much of him last night. His black turtleneck clung to his body, but you still wondered what the rest of his body looked like. Granted, you didn’t mind his cock at all.

His eyes darkened, raving over your eyes, nose, then down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You chuckled. “I kind of think we’re past that point now.”

“Bestie…” Yejin glared when you walked in the door at 9 AM on a Sunday. “You need to tell me anything?”

You lifted the small white bag filled with donuts and the tray of coffee. “I brought you goodies,” you said with a cheesy smile.

Yejin waved you over to the couch. “Come on. Give me all the details,” she said, patting a spot next to her.

After telling Yejin in detail what you and Namjoon did after the bookstore event, you found yourself very horny reliving it.

“Who knew you’d be into spanking?” Yejin laughed. “And cockwarming.”

“Right? Who the hell am I? And to be fair, many of the guys I’ve been with have been very vanilla, and Namjoon is just on a whole other level,” you groaned, lulling your head back.

The past two days have been more than satisfactory. You’d been whining and complaining about not finding a guy, but one suddenly drops in your lap, and you’re scared it’s too good to be true. Even the conversation you had with him after sex at his goddamn bookstore made you want to squirm. You learned he was obviously already intelligent but funny and a bit of a dork, which you supposed was needed to throw off the hot and sexy.

“Yejin,” you propped your head back up, and she hummed, turning to you. “You’d tell me if I was moving too fast, right?”

“Bestie…I love you, and you deserve to be happy. Remember…the only thing holding yourself back is you, and honestly, who cares if the two of you didn’t meet in a ‘natural way’, that’ll be a part of your love story.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but Yejin was right. Who cares if you and Namjoon had a perfect love story? That’s the beauty of love, really. It happens in a variety of ways.

Later that day, you bucked up the courage to go down to Moonchild Books + Cafe to see Namjoon again for the third day in a row. One might call you obsessed, but that’s because you might be just a smidge.

You walked in with a whole ass speech prepared, ready to confess only a few days worth of getting to know one another. But that’s what love does to you, right? Makes you do things you normally would never do.

Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon was also prepped with a speech. He wasn’t expecting to see you again so fast, but he did not mind it one bit.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure, we can go to my office.”

Walking through the hallway to his office, you continued to mentally prepare to confess your feelings. You were also ready to be rejected because, who knows, you could be making a fool of yourself.

The pair of you sat on his brown leather sofa, facing one another. Namjoon flashed a thin smile, waiting for you to speak, but was only met with silence.

“I like you—”

To your surprise, he blurted out the same thing as you. The pair of you laughed at the sudden declaration. So really, you had nothing to worry about because he was probably just as nervous as you.

“You like me?” you asked sheepishly.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know it seems crazy because we barely know each other, but I would love the chance to get to if you’d like.”

You covered your mouth as you laughed. “Oh my god. I literally came here with a whole speech prepared, and I couldn’t even spit it out. But yes, I feel the same way. I know how we met was unconventional, but honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He shuffled closer to you on the leather sofa, lips curving into a smile, his hand cupping your cheek. “Me too.”

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