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[darthagustd]

I'm already down bad for Namjoon and 2D men.. and now he's both? My heart can't take it

[cheeseceli]

Namjoon Kisses

He kisses your forehead while you are asleep. It's light enough for you to not wake up, but so full of love that you could smile while dreaming. During those times he would always say how he loves you and how he is lucky to have you in his life. He doesn't think he's ready to tell you that just yet, at least not when you are awake, but he confesses to you every night. He hopes that the way you hug him closer means that you love him too.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[yearofinstitutionalization]

82/638 One Suga a day while he is away

[ballerinarina]

Fuck, man. I love them.

[uranusgallery]

「 MEGAN THEE STALLION 」

[ Icons & Header :: NEVA PLAY ft RM of BTS ]

➯ ˢᵉ ᵘˢᵃʳ˒ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳ˒ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗᵃʳ @ᵁʳᵃⁿᵘˢᴹᵃⁿᵍ

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

‘Butter’ Jacket Shoot Sketch Day One - RM

Bonus:

[taehyungday]

𝗦𝗔𝗦𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗚 - 𝚖.𝚢𝚐.

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…998

I'm still not sure how I ended up here, but I was tethered to a chair in a basement of a building. My lips was also taped, so I couldn't shout for help. I just remember walking back to my apartment after a successful concert a few hours ago when I suddenly felt a great deal of pain in my head region. I turned around to find a masked man with a baseball bat smeared with blood, most likely my blood. I awoke here after that. My head was still aching, therefore I got a headache. I could only hope that my fellow members of my group would come here to look for me. But I knew they didn't call me often because our group didn't have a strong bond. And since this was our final show of the tour, and our record label granted us a two-month vacation thereafter, the chances of my members or managers looking for me were little to none.

Then I heard a pair of footsteps approaching. The cellar door was suddenly opened, showing a really gorgeous man with a poker face staring at me. There were also some other men with him who appeared to be his bodyguards. The man with the poker face approached me and pulled the tape from my mouth.

"I'd been looking forward to this moment for a long time." He stated.

I had no idea what he was talking about, so I began pleading with him to help me escape out of this cellar.

"Please, sir, I have no idea who you are, but don't harm me. Please let me go because I have done nothing wrong. Sir, I beg you."

"Unless you disobey my commands, I will not harm you." You'll be living in the basement until you figure out what your role is in the house. I intend to move you from this basement to my room as soon as you start behaving good. You must sign these papers until then." He remarked this as he threw some papers at me.

"Can you tell me what these documents are about?" I stated.

"Sweetheart, don't ask questions; just do what I say or you'll finish up with a bullet in your skull." He remarked this as he drew his weapon. I was terrified.

"Untie her from the chair, Jason, and provide her a pen." He told his men.

I've never been a big fan of music. Despite the fact that I had a girlfriend who was a member of a Kpop group. Because I was in a mafia gang, I told her to keep our relationship a secret. She didn't even tell her group mates about our affair. She asked me to one of her concerts after that. I opted to go because I didn't have any plans or task. I'm not sure what occurred to me after seeing her. She was simply hypnotic. The way she sang, danced, and laughed was fascinating. I couldn't understand it, but when she walked, everything began to look prettier. Because of her, my cold, dead heart began to beat again. That night, I returned home while just thinking about her, and I slept while her lovely voice echoed in my mind.

I began stalking her from that point on. I began collecting her photographs and glueing them to the wall. I created a room particularly for her, complete with her photographs and artwork. I purchased everything that featured her in a commercial. I even purchased some makeup accessories because she was selling it. My girlfriend began to notice that I was ignoring her. One day she arrived at my mansion and discovered Y/n's room, she was astonished and immediately began wrecking the place. I tried to stop her, but she was deafeningly deafeningly deafeningly deafen After she started spewing nonsense about y/n, my mind became agitated. HOW DARE SHE. That's when I grabbed a nearby wire. Then I strangled her as a result of it.

I alerted the police about her death after she died, and I urged them to cover it up by claiming she had committed suicide. The cops didn't question me because I had power over them.

When the world learned that their beloved idol had committed suicide, they were devastated. They began to lament her death. My darling Y/n was inconsolably wailing. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and comfort her, but I knew it wasn't the proper time.

I couldn't wait any longer after a few months. I couldn't figure out how to love her. But, my God, how much I loved her.

I told my men to kidnap her after a few weeks. That guy, on the other hand, hurt her by striking her in the head. That jerk deserves to perish slowly and painfully. I approached my Y/n after killing him, and just by glancing at her, I could tell she was terrified. What a beautiful young lady she was. I forced her to sign papers transferring her entertainment label to me. Because the ceo was afraid of a mafia, he didn't ask me any more questions regarding the paperwork or the weather-about y/n.

Despite the fact that the fanbase and group members were perplexed as to why y/n departed the group. But I was too engrossed in my alone time with y/n to notice that.

She was a thorn in my side at first, refusing to obey my orders. I began giving her less food and left her completely alone. I didn't even pay her a visit since I wanted to make her feel lonely so she would develop Stockholm syndrome and cherish my company. And that's exactly what occurred; she was pleased to see me. She began pleading with me not to leave. That's how my Y/n figured out her place in the family and began to love me.

[pandorasword]

Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

A love interests' timeline

Lets take a closer look at each of these points

❐ Cha Eun-Woo

჻ They met by chance on a small forum whose members were trainees and emerging idols of the time.

჻ He left a comment under a meme posted by her

჻ They first started talking to each other in the forum's private chat and then exchanged numbers

჻ Their conversations were almost entirely an endless sending of memes to each other

჻ The first time they had a conversation on the phone Chaeri had to hide in Taehyung, Jimin and Hobi's room, as she was sharing a room with Namjoon and Jungkook ჻ If Namjoon knew she was on the phone with a boy he would have asked her questions immediately afterwards

჻ In any case, she couldn't hide it from him for too long because a few months later Eunwoo asked her out on a date and she was forced to ask permission to hyung line

჻ Generally, when she was a teenager, the hardest approval to get was Namjoon's.

჻ In fact, he told her that she was too young to go out with guys she met online.

჻ Oh, she sulked at him for a whole week.

჻ Of course, as time went by, the messages between the two became less and less.

჻ To this day, they are good friends who fans often see interacting with each other at public events

჻ Chaeri refers to him, in private conversations, jokingly, as "the missed husband"

❐ Hoshi (Seventeen)

჻ Not much to say about them

჻ Chaeri became very familiar with the members of SEVENTEEN during the ISAC days

჻ Especially, she was impressed by Mingyu, The8 and Vernon who, to this day, are some of her closest friends

჻ Hoshi, noticing how well they got along with the youngest of the BTS, tried to approach them in any way he could

჻ He was always very kind and respectful towards her

჻ After ISAC ended, he waited a full year before getting up the courage to confess

჻ He told her just before the end of the last athletic activity day

჻ Chaeri told him he was very cute but that she wasn't interested

❐ Dean

჻ Dean noticed Chaeri walking behind Taehyung's back during one of their video calls

჻ It's a ritual for them - he and Tae - to call each other at least once a month to chat and congratulate mutually on their successes.

჻ Seeing the girl, however, made him want to promise his friend that he would visit him as soon as possible.

჻ And so he did

჻ His relaxed nature and ability to feel at ease with everyone did not make him feel the slightest shame in making his intentions clear right away

჻ "You don't even know me and you want to ask me out?" "Ever heard of love at first sight?"

჻ Chaeri told him not to take it the wrong way but he was too old for her, besides the fact that she had no intention of dating him

჻ Taehyung teases him about it as often as he sees him, he also call him 'old' at every good opportunity

❐ Jungkook

჻ Actually, their first kiss was not just before they became a couple, nor was it during that time

჻ Chaeri asked Jungkook to kiss her when she was 17.

჻ There were several factors that led her to that request (she should have known it was only the first of a very long series of times she would ask him to kiss her)

჻ The first reason was her love for one of the most watched kdramas of the time: Oh my Ghostess

჻ To put it in a nutshell, a ghost returns to earth to have at least one love experience before going to the afterlife for good

჻ The second was that all the girls she met spent time opening up about their relationships/love affairs.

჻ For them, girl-only groups, it was definitely easier to interact with a love interest

჻ She, instead, always so busy and surrounded by seven wonderful and protective boys, had never been able to have any relevant experience.

჻ She felt she was lagging behind the others but having to admit made her feel terribly shy about it

჻ Which says a lot because Chaeri is NEVER shy

჻ One day in the small living room of their dorms Chaeri was sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching the kdrama mentioned earlier. Behind her Jungkook and Taehyung on the sofa

჻ "Even ghosts have a better love life than me!"

჻ "It's not such a big deal you know"

჻ The girl turned around and sent him a glare "You say that because no one has ever denied you a date"

჻ The two boys barely held back their laughter "Would you've kissed that friend of yours on the first date? Because otherwise nothing would've changed from the way it is now"

჻ "Yes" "Yes?" "Yes, totally" "You can't kiss someone you don't actually know"

჻ "Then why don't you kiss me since we've lived together for years"

჻ The first proper kiss, however, was not preceded by any requests

჻ It is very common for the boys to make clips in which they dance to choreographies created by Chaeri, along with her

჻ Many of these are even uploaded to the company's official channels

჻ One in particular was never uploaded, fortunately I might add

჻ The footage was promptly taken away by the two guys who still jealously treasure the camera card

჻ That month it was Jungkook's turn. Chaeri had chosen him to dance with her

჻ It took them very little to learn the choreography. A single minute of dance that would surely guarantee millions of views.

჻ Plus, they always loved dancing together

჻ Many choreographers have them interact during dances because, according to them, the two are very compatible physically

჻ Anyway, Chaeri expressly asked for them to be left alone with the camera, which, no matter what, it could be placed on a tripod without requiring movement

჻ If the choreography could be explained in one word that would be Intense

჻ And it definitely shouldn't have ended with Chaeri between his legs and her lips pressed to his, but that variance was clearly enjoyed more by them both

჻ That something in them had slowly changed over time was evident to all

჻ The eyes in constant search of each other, the casual but not so much touches, the chatting late into the night despite the fact that they would have to work the next morning..

჻ It was all a natural and gradual process that led Chaeri to kiss him that day

჻ And it was even more natural to become a couple, as if they were meant to be from the first moment they met

- the choreo ⬊

❐ Jinwoo Yoon

჻ It may sound strange to hear for a star as famous as Chaeri but, between the two of them, she is definitely more of a fan of his than vice versa.

჻ Having a passion for dance, she finds it absolutely inspiring to seek out new talent on platforms such as YouTube

჻ Jinwoo Yoon, even with an already well-established career, was not easy to track down

჻ Back then, Big Hit was looking to hire new people to fill the roles of choreographers and she was desperate for him to apply for the job

჻ So, with all the scandal that such exposure could create if he didn't keep their interactions confidential, she decided to personally text him to congratulate and make him aware of the job position in her company

჻ Jinwoo Yoon certainly didn't ask for it twice

჻ At the casting, she, Hobi and Namjoon were also present (as almost every time their team had to expand and the dance department was involved. Namjoon, instead, was there as leader of course)

჻ Jinwoo Yoon, reserved, talented and extremely humble felt honoured from the first moment he heard that Chaeri had considered him

჻ It was not too difficult to join the crew, unexpectedly

჻ The two immediately seemed to understand each other very well

჻ So well that, unfortunately, not too long after, the choreographer started to have feelings for her

჻ You could see it from the way he looked at her every time he saw her moving according to his directions in the room

჻ He wasn't great at hiding it, all the members were aware of it

჻ To avoid misunderstandings he decided to speak to her clearly at the cafeteria of the building one morning

჻ It often happened that they had breakfast together, always the first ones to arrive in the practice room

჻ Chaeri's eyes were so sorry when she had to tell him that she was not interested but that she hoped it would not affect their professional partnership

჻ Luckily, to this day, Jinwoo Yoon is happily engaged and the professional ties with the boys and Chaeri continue to flow peacefully

❐ Hongjoong

჻ First met at MAMAs 2019, where ATEEZ appeared for the first time at the awards event

჻ In their performance they also included a tribute to the very famous BTS song, Blood sweat and tears

჻ This was so unexpected for Chaeri, who until then had been distracted greeting fans, that her reaction was broadcast on the big screen

჻ Pleasantly surprised at how much they were honouring the iconic song, she didn't take her eyes off them until the end of their performance

჻ Her first thought about ATEEZ was that they were talented and captivating to watch

჻ Only when they returned to their seats Chaeri realised that they were actually only a little further ahead than where she and her group had been positioned

჻ And everyone knows Chaeri and her 'act before you think' philosophy of life, do you think she missed the opportunity to go and congratulate them in person?

჻ So in theory there should be nothing wrong with that. But the fact that they were live and everyone could see her actions could, surely, lead to speculation about favouritism on their part for the neo-group. Add to that the fact that local newspapers would have taken the opportunity to add the words 'Chaeri' and 'Love at first sight' to the headlines of their articles.

჻ Precisely to alleviate all this, Jimin ran after her in order to make it seem as if the idea of approaching the boys came from both of them

჻ All ATEEZ members bowed gratefully, honoured to receive attention from their seniors at work

჻ Chaeri, more than Jimin, said she was impressed by their performance and would certainly look them up on the net

჻ Hongioong, as the leader/captain of the group, took the floor to thank them

჻ He, himself, believes he fell in love at that very moment. The moment she stood in front of them and, with great humility, congratulated them enthusiastically

჻ That the only BTS girl was a very nice person he already knew. As the fan he was, this detail had not escaped him but, in person, she was even more so.

჻ The conversation seemed to go on far too long for Namjoon's eyes, who was always observant of everything his members were doing

჻ Chaeri was so caught up in it that she was even about to sit next to the group of young men except that Jimin, after receiving a warning glare from his leader, gently told her it was time to return to their seats

჻ They didn't see each other for a long time but, shortly after the mentioned event, Hongioong wrote on his social profile that he was particularly excited about the new single Chaeri had released

჻ In response, the girl thanked him privately but the interactions between them stopped at that, for a long time

჻ The great thing about being an idol is that, most of the time, people were convinced they could follow their every move but actually had no idea how many ways they could cover their tracks and look like they were each in a different place when together, instead

჻ And stunt doubles spotted in passing, pre-recorded videos aired at the time, hints on their social networks, allowed EVERY YEAR all the 98' line idols to have a party in one of the most beautiful, exclusive and private hotels in Seoul.

჻ Chaeri has no memory of a year when she was not there. In fact she was one of the main host of the event

჻ Nor does she have any memory of a year where at least half the members of her group asked her to bring them along

჻ "You are too old to be at this party. I don't sneak into yours... well, most of the time."

჻ "And also, I have a date there"

჻ It wasn't true, she just wanted to make Jungkook pay (irrationally, of course) for making her jealous after something he did (not that she could blame him for it, they were forced not to be together but still her personality kept her from acting otherwise)

჻ What she didn't imagine was finding Jk and V at the party, after a matter of time

჻ To say she was angry would be understating it 

჻ "Pretend to be my date" Was what she said to Hongjoong when she approached him, without even waving at him first

჻ "What?" "Pretend to be my date" "Sure, I can... I can do that. But why?" " Does it matter?"

჻ Everything began that way

[JK and V's iconic appearance at the 98' line party ↴ ]

credits to medias owners

[breezybangtanbebe]

🌌Chapter Three🌌

About 3 Earth years ago.....

A quick warp on a bullet space train, just beyond the twin heavenly bodies Thalassa and Ignis, the famed ocean and volcanic planets of the eastern galaxy, was the planet Purpura.

The celestial giant's makeup ranged from lush purple landscapes of flower fields and high majestic mountains, violet-hued oceans brimming with mysterious creatures, and some of the most technologically advanced cities of platinum skyscrapers, hovercars, AI, and more.

Megan believed her home planet to be the most beautiful in the galaxy, despite not even seeing a full percentage of it but seeing the famed planet of indigo skies for herself has her reconsidering.

The raging chorus of applause and cheers filled the glass dome in the heart of the capital city of Bora, housing thousands of Borasian citizens who gathered to welcome back their planet's heroes. The brave seven that fearlessly thwarted the wrath of Acadamia, the legion of elders, and their army of mindless sentinels looking to destroy Purpura's core and strip her of all of their natural resources.

It was an extravagant scene, huge banners with very handsome faces plastered on them waved in the air as shimmering flecks of purple and white confetti rained over the crowd. Muffled chants of their names had been on loop for several minutes and Megan wondered just how famed and beloved these guys really were. Nobody on Luminasia garnered this much admiration since the King of Populrium's reign in the West.

But here she was, waiting backstage in a luxurious form-fitting bubble gum pink gown that she planned to take back to Luminasia with her, still in shock at all that had happened in the last 48 hours.

Megan had only happened to be on the planet pursuing her agenda that involved acquiring a certain jewel buried deep within the city's tunnel systems when she found herself caught in the crossfire as two of the members of Bangtan were overpowered by a group of some of the ugliest creatures she'd ever seen.

"Oooooh Phor, we most definitely upgrading all our shit after we cash this rock in. This mufucka thicker than me.." Megan snickered as she etched away the final bits of crumbling stone keeping her from excising the massive quartz from the ceiling with her compact drill.

The intricate subway of Bora was always under construction due to the vast development of the inner city's public transportation system. Which left several areas of the planet's crust, mantle, and ores exposed.

Being the conoisorre and collector of things shiny and valuable, Megan was elated when Phor alerted her of the very rare amethyst stone hidden within the planet's crust.

Just as she carefully clears away the last bit of rock and dirt surrounding the gem, a deep voice echoes in the hollow chamber.

"Huh?" Megan leans her head back to spot someone on the ground looking up at her. From behind her clear protective eyewear, the built-in software brightens her view and zooms in slightly. They're dressed in an all-black militant uniform, the bottom half of their face covered in a minimalistic black mask. A crop of black hair is pushed back, revealing their confused brow, one of which is marred with a vertical scar.

They yell up to her again in what she realizes is Boraean, repeating something she still couldn't understand.

Sighing, Megan lifts her head to resume mining away the last of what held the gem lodged in the mantle. With a soft *tink*, the amethyst jewel is yanked free and tucked in her bag that's strapped to her thigh. She zips it quickly before returning her attention to the ground.

"Um..sorry baby, I only speak Luminish. You got Papastop on yo phone?" she smiles awkwardly, still hanging upside down. The man tilts his head curiously, probably wondering what the hell a Luminasian was doing on Purpura anyway.

"Lumin...? Oh. Well, you shouldn't be in here. Very dangerous." the guy drawls with a heavy accent that has Megan wrinkling her nose in amusement. He spoke her language with concise fluency but still sounded a bit timid.

It was kind of cute.

"You should come down. Now," he adds, his tone a bit more definite than before.

Megan narrows her eyes at him before tapping the side of her glasses. The lenses darkened slightly as they zoomed in further on the man, studying his full form and focusing on the badge on his left breast.

She notes the symbol of two trapezoids pressed together, resembling a set of angular wings, along with Boraean text underneath it. It's a symbol she doesn't recognize and has to refer to her in-house expert on everything for intel.

"Phor, who dis?" she whispers, still hanging from the tunnel's high ceiling with an innocent smile on her face, her long black ponytail swinging like a pendulum.

From his cozy chair in Luminasia, Phor sets down the squeaky bone he was just gnawing on to address Megan's request. His screen is already showing him what her glasses were scanning, the masked male with the serious gaze and unidentifiable uniform.

Megan hears his keys tapping rapidly before he gives her a short answer.

"Min Yoongi. Member of the IHF, 3rd in command in the elite Squad of Bangtan." he reads to her monotonously before leaning back to resume chewing his toy. Megan's smile drops at the official-sounding title.

She had no clue who or what a Bangtan was but it didn't sound like anyone she wanted to be caught stealing a rare precious jewel from.

"You know what? You are so right. I was just about finished here anyway.." she chuckles, hurriedly unhooking herself from her climbing tools.

The man, now known as Yoongi, takes a careful step back while keeping his eye on the woman dropping from the ceiling and landing on her feet with feline-like agility.

Now that they were on the same level, Yoongi's hard gaze gave Megan's body a scan. She was about his height, slightly taller in her heeled boots, with a set of the most wicked curves he'd ever seen in her shiny black leather body suit. A silver zipper winked at him from where it sat just between her breasts, the brown globes of her cleavage distracting him for half a second before he remembered his manners.

"Um.." he blinks a few times before stammering. Megan smirks.

"W-What were you doing?"

Megan blinks back at him cartoonishly, glancing up at the big ass hole...

Well, holes. It took her a moment to find it.

....in the ceiling she made digging for the stone.

"I was uh...inspecting. I'm an inspector. Yeah.." she nods as if more to convince herself. Yoongi squints at her suspiciously, giving her another up-down with his eyes.

"Inspector?..."

"Yeah, the city hired me to inspect the tunnels to make sure it wasn't no bad shit...STUFF..up in there. Ya know..making sure everything is up to code." she nods again, her confidence in her lie dissolving the colder Yoongi's stare became. The scarred brow lifts incredulously and Megan can't help but notice the way his hand moves toward his waist. Luckily, he only pulls out a flashlight and uses it to shine up towards the ceiling again, seemingly counting the several holes Megan was responsible for in the name of her 'inspection'. She waited, awkwardly looking around as Yoongi took his time examining the ceiling. After a beat, he clicks the light off.

"Hmm, well. If you say so. But It's not safe here, like I said. You should follow me. I can get you to.."

A loud blast from the far end of the tunnel cuts him off, shaking the walls all around them. Megan's head turned sharply, whipping Yoongi in the face with her long ponytail as she squinted through the dust.

Shifting her lenses to night vision, a barrage of beasts with big bodies, little heads, long tails, and glowing eyes rushed into the tunnel from a hole made assumably them were clambering towards them.

"AishShibal.." Yoongi mutters in Boraean behind Megan, whose eyes are bugged out at the swarm of beasts approaching.

"THE FUCK IS THAT?" she and Phor exclaim in sync from across the galaxy, but Yoongi merely grabs the stunned woman by her wrist and takes off running.

The two dash away from the wave of encroaching creatures, Yoongi letting go of Megan to tap at something on his wrist before yelling into it in his native tongue.

Megan grimaced at the barrage of chaos around her, wishing she knew what he was saying so she could at least get a clue on what was going on.

"Phor! Help a bitch out!TranslateAGHHH!! ..." she yells, screaming out of reflex when she hears one of the creatures roar waaaay too close to her.

Phor pushes himself away from his desk and spins around on his chair to face another, where a matching set of monitors and projections fills the wall. He cracks his paw knuckles quickly before typing at the speed of light, coding and transmitting an upgrade to the earpiece Megan was wearing.

Seconds pass and the breathy foreign language coming from Yoongi now sounds more like Luminish and Megan starts to pick up what he is saying.

".....about 100 sentinels spotted, Captain! They've already flooded the west tunnel and are headed straight for the core. I'm on my way but I got sidetracked. Civilian in tow. Negative Captain, a woman. Yes sir. Coordinating our evacuation."

Megan furrows her brow curiously.

"Sentinels?Core?Civilian? Who me? The Hot Girl Coach??" she says to herself all while keeping up her stride in heels.

"FOLLOW ME!!" Yoongi yells, interrupting Megan's train of thought to yank her towards him. They make a sharp turn, placing them in a corridor to the side of the main tunnel. A gust of wind hits them as the flood of sentinels rushes past them to leave an eery silence in their wake.

Megan is still catching her breath when Yoongi begins stepping deeper into the smaller tunnel. She was doubled over with her hands on her knees, panting heavily. She lifted a finger that signaled for him to give her a moment.

"Wheew shit. Wheeew...ok...waitwaitwait.." she mumbles and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

"They are gone but they will be back. They're looking for the core," he states all too plainly.

Yoongi pauses to begin taking stock of his weapons, an array of holstered handguns and blades at his waist. Two long swords are sheathed behind his back and Megan takes note of them when he turns to pull out of the guns on his hip, turning it to the side and examining it closely.

"Core?" Megan exhaled, finally standing upright and breathing somewhat normally. Yoongi looks at her and nods.

"Purpura's core. Source of all life on the planet. They want to eat it."

Megan had heard of malevolent races that sought to conquer and destroy other planets. Luminasia was actually founded under such a rule long ago before hundreds of years of fighting made it what it was today. As time passed, talks of wars and the world eaters had dwindled as peace across the galaxy seemed to be achieved.

But it seemed as though evil still lurked and had taken and more covert approach in carrying out its agenda. 

It didn't seem like Yoongi was in the mood to explain further since he went quiet, leaving the floor open for Megan while he assessed his arsenal.

"Ok? So what now? We're just gonna hide in here and wait for those things to circle back?"

Yoongi makes a sound under his mask at the word we, shaking his head and looking over his shoulder into the looming darkness deeper into the crevice they entered.

"No. I'm taking you to my captain and he'll give me orders on how to proceed. Come.." he says as he finishes prepping, lifting his gaze to find Megan watching him.

She stares at him blankly, a soft scowl forming between her brows.

"Well fuck! All I came here to do was pop in, get the rock, and pop out on the next back to L-town! Not get caught up in some end of the world ass shit! What if he's a fed? What if this captain finds out what Im really here for and locks me up in some purple bars jail cell with criminals and shit?!! The fuck I look like getting stuck on Purpura and I have a nail appointment next week.." she says to herself. Glancing behind herself towards where she and Yoongi had just escaped being trampled to death by those things, she pokes her lip out thoughtfully.

"Please. There isn't much time" Yoongi's voice cuts through her inner monologuing, not sounding any more patient than he did before.

He extends his hand to her and Megan's eyes drop it suspiciously.

"..I mean...he did just save your ass, Megan. He could have just left us out there. Maybe he and this captain can help find you a way out of here without ending up something's entree." her inner voice throws into the pool of doubt in her mind, the image of her being picked out of some freaky-looking monster's teeth rippling in its reflection.

She sighs heavily in submission, stepping towards Yoongi in preparation to follow.

"Fuck it."

[cherry-jimin]

[nikisgirl15]

𝓐 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝓻𝓽

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗝𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥- What begins as a chance meeting at an art museum turns into a blossoming romance between two kindred spirits. Join the reader and Namjoon as they navigate their love for art, books, and each other.

gender neutral reader/ kim namjoon x reader/ fluff/ romance/ non-idol AU/ BTS/ BANGTAN SONYEONDAN/ ARMY/ kim namjoon/ RM/ one shot

word count: 995

~ @nikisgirl15 ｜𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬｜𝑅𝒰𝐿𝐸𝒮 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒢𝒰𝐼𝒟𝐸𝐿𝐼𝒩𝐸𝒮｜𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘｜𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ~

Your POV

The quiet hum of the art museum surrounded you as you stood in front of an abstract painting, your eyes tracing the vibrant colors and intricate brushstrokes. You were so absorbed in the piece that you didn't notice the tall figure standing next to you until he spoke.

"Fascinating, isn't it?" he said, his voice deep and warm.

You turned to see a handsome man with kind eyes and a thoughtful expression. "It really is," you replied, smiling. "There's so much emotion in it. What do you think it represents?"

He tilted his head, considering the painting. "I think it's about finding beauty in chaos. The way the colors clash and blend together—it's like life, unpredictable yet beautiful."

You nodded, impressed by his insight. "That's a wonderful interpretation. I hadn't thought of it that way."

He extended a hand. "I'm Namjoon, by the way."

"Reader," you replied, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, Namjoon."

The two of you continued discussing the art pieces, moving from one exhibit to another. You found yourself captivated not only by the art but by Namjoon's perspective and passion for it. He had a way of making everything seem more profound and meaningful.

As the afternoon turned into evening, Namjoon hesitated for a moment before saying, "I've really enjoyed talking with you, Reader. Would you like to continue this conversation over some books? There's a library nearby that I love."

Your heart skipped a beat. "I'd love that."

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Namjoon's POV

Later that night, Namjoon couldn't stop thinking about you. He picked up his phone and called his friend Jimin, eager to share his experience.

"Hey, Jimin," Namjoon greeted when his friend answered.

"Hey, Namjoon! What's up?" Jimin replied cheerfully.

"I met someone today at the art museum," Namjoon said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Jimin chuckled. "Really? Tell me everything."

Namjoon recounted the encounter, from the moment he saw you admiring the painting to the engaging conversation that followed. "She's incredible, Jimin. We're meeting at the library tomorrow."

"I'm happy for you, man. She sounds amazing," Jimin said sincerely. "Just be yourself, and everything will go great."

"Thanks, Jimin. I'm really looking forward to it," Namjoon replied, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation.

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Your POV

The next day, you couldn't wait to tell your friends Camille and Grace about Namjoon. You called them as soon as you got home.

"Guess what happened at the museum today," you said excitedly.

"Ooh, do tell!" Camille urged.

You recounted the entire encounter, from the first conversation to exchanging numbers. "And we're meeting at the library tomorrow."

Grace squealed. "That's so romantic! What are you going to wear?"

"I was just about to ask you guys for advice," you said, smiling.

After much deliberation, you settled on a casual yet chic outfit—perfect for a library date. You saved Namjoon's contact in your phone as "Joon," feeling a warm flutter in your chest.

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Namjoon's POV

On the day of the date, Namjoon was both excited and nervous. He got ready, choosing a simple yet stylish outfit. As he was about to leave, he received a text from you confirming the time.

"Can't wait to see you at the library, Joon :)," you had written.

He smiled, feeling a surge of happiness. "Same here, Reader. See you soon!"

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Your POV

At the library, you spotted Namjoon waiting near the entrance. He looked up and smiled when he saw you, his eyes lighting up."

Hey, Reader," he greeted warmly. "Ready for our literary adventure?"

"Absolutely," you replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The two of you wandered through the library, talking about your favorite books and authors. Namjoon's love for literature was evident, and his passion was contagious. He recommended a few books, and you did the same, enjoying the easy flow of conversation.

You found a cozy nook with comfortable chairs and sat down, each of you engrossed in your chosen book. The quiet companionship was comforting, and you felt a deep sense of connection with Namjoon.

As the afternoon turned into evening, Namjoon looked up from his book and smiled at you. "This has been really nice, Reader. I'm glad we did this."

"Me too, Joon," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through you.

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Namjoon's POV

As Namjoon walked you home, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the serendipitous meeting at the museum. He glanced at you, his heart swelling with affection.

"Thanks for tonight, Reader. I had a wonderful time," he said softly.

"So did I, Joon," you replied, looking up at him with a smile.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. It was a sweet, tender kiss, filled with promise and the beginning of something beautiful.

When he pulled back, he saw the same warmth and affection reflected in your eyes. "Goodnight, Reader. I'll see you soon," he said, smiling.

"Goodnight, Joon," you replied, feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation for what the future might hold.

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Narrator's POV

As the weeks passed, your bond with Namjoon grew stronger. You spent countless afternoons at the library, exploring new books and sharing your thoughts. Every moment with him was a discovery, a journey of the mind and heart.

Your friends Camille and Grace were thrilled for you, often teasing you about your "bookworm boyfriend." And Jimin, who had become a good friend as well, always encouraged Namjoon to cherish the connection you two shared.

One evening, as you and Namjoon walked hand in hand through a park, he stopped and looked at you with a serious expression.

"Reader, I know we've only known each other for a short time, but I feel like I've known you forever. You're my best friend, my confidant, and the person I look forward to seeing every day."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the depth of his feelings mirrored your own. "I feel the same way, Joon. You've brought so much joy and meaning into my life."

He smiled, pulling you into a gentle embrace. As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful love story, one written in the pages of your hearts.

[ilarianae]

— 10 Reasons to Share a Bed with Namjoon

pairing. namjoon x reader (modern au)

wc. 2,700

note. divided a list of prompts and will only be doing the hyung line; the next 10 reasons will be for hoseok, so stay tuned for that! as always, thank you for reading, and the writing below is inspired by the list of prompts provided from the Tumblr @promptful.

cw. mature language, aftermaths of fights, arranged marriages, alcohol consumption, injuries, parental abuse, adorable namjoon, hinted smut (but still pg13) — just a mix between angsty and fluffy.

Because this is an arranged marriage.

The two of you were uncomfortable; at least that much was clear.

Having gone through with your parents’ marriage decision wasn’t the first choice for either of you, yet here you were, hours after your wedding, about to ‘consummate.’ Your heartbeat was in your chest. You could feel it pound harshly as you sat on the king-sized bed. Namjoon was by the doorway, looking red himself, pulling at his tie to loosen.

“We… don’t have to do anything tonight, you know.” He started with an uncomfortable cough, avoiding looking at you. “They’d never know the truth.”

“Yeah…” You had already changed for the evening, a simple but still sexy night dress that left little to the eye. It made you cold. It made you feel like you weren’t you. “I know my parents wouldn’t check, but… yours?”

He understood your question. “No, they trust me enough.”

“Okay.”

Another awkward pause as Namjoon changed into his pajamas. You turned your head to give him privacy, doing the same for him as he did for you. It was moments of embarrassment like these that made you wish for a bathroom attached to the bedroom of the lodge.

Sudden warmth was placed around your shoulders. You flinched at the presence of a blanket around you and looked up to find Namjoon towering over your figure.

“You seemed cold.” He looked bashful, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, it’s fine.” You placed a hand over his resting on your shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, his ears turning bright pink, “anyways, I can sleep on the floor.”

“No, no, that’d be cruel, Namjoon.”

“It’s just one night. I’ll be okay.”

“The floor is made of tiles.” You shook your head, scooting to one side of the bed. “It’s big enough,” You gestured toward the space. “Let’s share.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course… Please join me in bed, my dear husband.”

Because you’ve been kicked out, and he’s the only safe place to go.

“I know you don’t have the space, and I know this is extremely selfish of me, but—!”

“Get in here,” He didn’t hesitate, pulling you out from the blizzard-like storm raging outside. “How could they just force you to leave like that?!”

His fury should’ve been on you; it had been your parents that kicked you out for the nth time. Yet, you were quiet, apart from the small chatters emitting from your teeth. Namjoon rushed out of his living room, returning in a flash with one of his shirts and a heated blanket. The sight of his worrying almost made you laugh; he seemed like the parent you never had, changing your wet and frozen shirt to another, doting on you, and caring for you.

The realization squeezed your heart. You felt like you were about to cry.

“Come ‘ere,” he wrapped his blanket around you like a little burrito, pulling you into his warm embrace.

Your eyes stung. “They kicked me out there… to die.”

Namjoon let out a shuddered breath. He knew what monsters your parents were and what type of things they usually did. He just didn’t expect it to go to this extreme. Looking you over, he could see how violently the wind slashed your cheeks, how close to being frostbitten your nose and fingers were.

He came to a conclusion. “I’m not letting you go back that.”

“Namjoon…”

He picked you up, holding you close and taking you to bed.

“I won’t let you go. Not anymore.”

Because you’ve let him crash so many times before.

“Don’t trip over that,” you warned about the pile of clothes on the floor as you directed Namjoon into the room.

He giggled, letting out a rare laugh that you heard only when he was drunk. “Messy, messy,” the man teased you, leaning heavily on your shoulder.

“Ack! Namjoon, come on, the bed’s right there, and you already know the drill.” You almost flung him onto your comforter, heaving at the effort it took to bring him up the stairs and away from your house party.

“Wait!” He cried out when he noticed you were returning to the ruckus downstairs. “Don’t leave!”

You sighed, wiping your face with your hand. Then, turning back to the male in your bed, you were greeted with the sight of Namjoon giving you puppy eyes. He was under the covers, most of his clothes discarded on the floor, and one of his hands raised to pat the spot next to him.

“I need you,” those three simple words were enough to make your heart jump.

“…Fine. But for only a couple of minutes, alright? I need to make sure the others aren’t wrecking the house.”

“They won’t. Jin trained them well.” He snickered, lunging forward to pull you into him once you were close enough. “Aha!”

“Namjoon!” You scolded, barely falling on top of him. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he dug his face into your bare shoulder, kissing your skin softly. “I’ll always need you.”

Because he loves the way you wrap around him.

His mouth was so close to the skin of your neck that if he raised his head only a little more, he could kiss it. His hands were in a similar predicament, resting just barely above your behind, and if Namjoon wanted to, he could play with the elastic of your underwear. Temptations, temptations.

And he loved it.

The two of you weren’t together, but he still loved it.

It wasn’t easy being your roommate and only that, God knows he tried being more, but sharing an apartment with you gave him little moments like these: moments to hold you close, moments to have you fall asleep on his chest. Oh god, he was going to go insane.

A soft sigh parted your lips, and you subconsciously snuggled closer to him, your hands seeking his warmth beneath his shirt. Namjoon almost shivered in delight. He hugged you tighter, swearing to himself never to let you go.

At least, not until you knew exactly how much he loved you.

He whispered your name; it fell from his mouth endearingly.

“I love you.”

Because the little hums you make against his ear to send him to sleep also send warmth down my body.

He never hugged you like this before.

You couldn’t help but think a particular type of flu overtook Namjoon’s mind as he rested closely beside you in your bed. His arms were wrapped loosely around your waist, almost as if he couldn’t bare to let you go, and he snored softly in your ear. Even so, you continued to hum your little tunes, knowing it helped calm him down after the bad news he’d just received.

Namjoon was getting transferred to the other side of Korea for work. So his daily dose of you will surely lessen to once or twice a month if he was lucky enough to pull vacation days from his demanding job.

It hurt him. Being unable to see you as much as he is now hurt him.

So, of course, he was hesitant to let you go, even in sleep. It didn’t matter much to you; your feelings were the same. So you continued to hum until your throat grew sore from the exertion, until your mouth was dry, and your lungs were desperate for a break.

Anything for him.

Anything for your Namjoon, for the love of your life.

Because his fingertips over your muscles send you to sleep.

His fingers dug into the back of your shoulders, and you bit your lip to hide a moan.

Namjoon was skilled, and you would die on that hill. How he softly caressed your upper back, rising slowly and massaging up to your neck… it was to die for. And he knew he was good too; if you were to raise your head and check on his face, you’d undoubtedly see a smug smile on his mouth.

You mustn’t let him know how highly you thought of him.

But frankly, Namjoon’s mind wasn’t on your verbal approval. At least, not right now. He shuffled his body closer to you and pressed a wet kiss on your bare hip dimples. Namjoon continued his trek upwards, placing open-mouthed kisses on your spine, making you shiver and hold the pillow below your head tighter.

You couldn’t open your eyes to acknowledge him, not when he was making you feel this hot with simple kisses. But Namjoon leaned over your resting body, his broad and muscular arms keeping him balanced and placed on the sides of your head. He tilted forward, kissed the back of your ear once, twice, and grinned when seeing your scrunched nose.

He whispered out your name seductively. “Did my skillful fingers put you to sleep?”

Because your cat sleeps on his chest. (he’s not here for you… of course.)

“Well, I guess I’m just going to have to stay.”

“—Don’t sound so happy, Kim.” You rolled your eyes at him, crawling into bed by his side.

Namjoon stopped petting your cat for a moment, the little grumpy thing whining in a complaint, to open his arms to you. You sent him a glare, a part of you wanting to be a bit difficult about this situation thrust upon you, but his cheeky grin was enough to make you waver. Instead, you cuddled to his side, resting your head on his chest and raising your hand to caress your pet.

“She likes you,” Namjoon chuckled teasingly, squirming when you lightly pinched his sides.

“Of course she does. She’s my baby.”

“And she’s sleeping on me.”

“Hm,” You paid him no heed, locking a leg over his and watching as your cat readjusted herself to rest in the small space between you. “There’s no chance she likes you more than me.”

“I didn’t say that.” Namjoon’s calloused fingers pulled your chin up so he could meet your eyes. He glanced down at your lips, and your breath got caught in your chest.

“…Then what are you trying to say?”

“Maybe,” he leaned closer, “she just wants us together.”

Namjoon sealed the space in between.

Because it’s between sharing with you or you sharing with others.

Please forgive him, for he will always be selfish.

Please forgive Namjoon, for he will always choose your company, your space, and your love over anything else. He can’t live without you, he can’t sleep without you, and the mere thought of you sharing the bed with someone else during this camping trip would’ve been too much for him to bear.

He watched silently as you got ready for bed, almost memorizing your skincare routine. Of course, Namjoon had seen it countless times before, having been your childhood friend and other half since the two of you were in middle school, but it still never failed to keep him interested.

Once you were done, he couldn’t help but hide a grin at the bounce in your step when you neared the bed. Namjoon opened his arms, pulled you in, and the two of you instantly got into your designated positions. Like two pieces of a puzzle meant to fit together for today and the rest of eternity, he absentmindedly ran his fingers over your bare thighs and calves.

You giggled. “Imagine if I actually ended up sharing this room with someone else.”

“I would’ve cried,” he responded instantly.

“Yeah, right.” You raised your head, resting your chin on his chest. “You would’ve been grumpy, sure, but I bet you would’ve sucked it up and said nothing.”

The confidence in your words was what made him pin you to the bed. He leaned forward, capturing your lips with his own, kissing you fiercely. Only when you were red and out of breath did Namjoon pull back, nipping the side of your jaw in a slight scolding.

“You bet, you said?” He had that glint in his eye that told you his brilliant mind was conjuring up something. “Fine then, I’ll tell them tomorrow myself.”

“T-Tell them? Tell them what?”

“That you’re mine, of course.”

Because you’ll always be the one to patch him up.

You wrapped the gauze around his knuckles, your lips pulled down into a frown at how damaged his hands were. Once or twice you tried meeting his eyes, but Namjoon avoided your gaze, too stubborn to tell you how he got hurt. It didn’t matter much anyways; anyone could look at his hands and face and recognize he got into a fight.

So the two of you remained silent, Namjoon evading conversation and you simmering in your anger. Then, once you were done with his hands, you pushed him towards the bed, forcing him to sit at the edge so you could focus on his face. Namjoon allowed himself to be moved, quite submissive of him as if he knew that defiance would start a screaming match.

“Raise your head,” you ordered, placing your fingertips below his chin. “You’re tall, so how the fuck did they hit your eyebrow, hm?”

Namjoon almost looked away. “…We were on the floor.”

“On the floor.” You repeated with a clenched jaw. “You idiot.”

Dabbing the gash on his eyebrow with a cotton ball to wipe away the blood, you quickly finished cleaning his face. The lack of communication urged you to work faster, so you could abandon Namjoon in your room and calm down. Once you were done, you closed your med kit and leaned away from him.

“Done.”

“Hey, wait.” You ignored him, opening your bedroom door. He called your name. “Please, I just—“

“Just what?” You whirled around to glare at him, faltering when realizing Namjoon stood up and loomed over you.

He hesitantly took the med kit from your hands, placing it on your desk before connecting his fingers with yours. “I know you’re mad… I just need time to think things through, but I’ll tell you everything, I swear.”

“That’s not what I’m mad about, Kim.” Your use of his last name made his fingers twitch. “You told me you’d stop.”

“I know, I know… Just…” He pulled you closer, leaning down to rest his forehead on your own. “Don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m still mad at you.”

“And stay that way. I deserve it. But also stay here.”

You couldn’t leave even if you wanted to: his fingertips already traveled from your hands to your waist, and he was so close, so so close, to the point where you could feel his breath bounce off your cheeks. To the point where you can smell his fantastic cologne.

“Fine. But we’re having a discussion later.”

“Deal.”

Because your breakfast is his favorite thing.

You placed the two plates on the dining table, humming a little happy tune at your accomplishment. It looked delicious: an English breakfast fit for kings. Or, in other words, fit for Namjoon, who had yet to stop begging to stay the night. Instead, he preferred crowding with you in a little bed rather than his luxurious king-sized one back home— only to have your home-cooked breakfast the following day.

“Namjoon!” You called out, turning towards the stairs. “Breakfast is ready!”

No response.

You decided to give him a minute or two, placing the milk carton at the center of the table and focusing on cleaning up the kitchen a bit to pass the time. But Namjoon never came down.

With a grumble, you stomped up the stairs and entered your room. He was still slumped in bed, wrapped around your comforter, his dark locks splayed all over your pillows. You let out a sigh; getting Namjoon up in the morning was always challenging.

“Hey, our food is going to get cold.” You poked his cheek with a frown. “Joonie?”

“I’m up. I’m getting up.” He mumbled in return, making no effort to move.

“Right…” You put your hands on your hips. “Come on, I have to make breakfast for you and wake you up?”

“Shut up.”

He wrapped a hand around the back of your knees, pulling you onto the bed. You shrieked in surprise, the loss of balance bringing you on top of him.

“Wait! Our breakfast!” You complained as he brought you under the covers, using you as a body pillow. “Namjoon!”

“We can always reheat it,” Namjoon hid a grin. “Now sleep.”

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[lookitsjess]

Right Place // Wrong Person

[roo-bastmoon]

No more namjooning?

Namjoon has archived or deleted all his museum-related posts (and it looks like anything personal, too).

I don't know why this happened, but I respect the members' need to put distance between their private lives and the aspects of their work lives they share with ARMY.

There is a google doc archive if any of his past posts brought you peace:

Excuse me please while I go feel my feelings and remember to trust.

[asadfangirlbitxh]

Different types of love in BTS - RM VER

This is Joon's version

You can find Hobi's, Yoongi's and Jin's.

Namjin - Safe Place

Namgi - Twin Flames

Namseok - Ride or Die

Minjoon- Soft Spot

Taejoon- Brothers

Namkook- Admiring Love

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

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