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namfinessed · 15 days

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come closer, come closer - k.nj.

genre: fluff, angst (8.7k) (slowburn! sliceoflife!)

summary: nothing in your life is permanent, you would never let anything be permanent, but namjoon nestles his way in and refuses to leave, will you let him stay or would he remain something temporary? or a fic in which a friends-with-benefits situation with namjoon gets twisted out of control. (colors!universe)

note: all of the stories in the series can be read individually <3

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fate used to amuse you, the concept of people, the many people, their many stories, their many love stories, some that made sense to you, some that seemed like absolute madness, but all of them stories you sat and listened to, you sat and read about because stories to you, were a window to what life could be.

and your life changed when namjoon entered it. it seemed like too much of the world aligned so that you would fall for him, it seemed like madness, and it made perfect sense.

everything that happened after meeting him, was truly out of your hands.

it was an off day at work. you hummed as you breezed past the shelves of books surrounding you, nothing brought you more peace than this.

today, your mission was to find a particular book.

at the end of the matinee by keiichiro hirano.

the book was about two people, close to their forties in age, who fall in love, but with the caution, wariness, and desperation that comes with that age. one of them was a world-renowned ‘genius’ guitarist whereas the other was a trauma journalist, their universes couldn’t be more different but seemed to align just for them. when you had heard about it, you knew immediately you had to read it, it was this concept of love that you had never explored before.

your eyes darted to every title as quickly as they could, but you could feel yourself getting impatient as you passed by more shelves, none of them had the book you wanted.

the front desk lady lied when she reassured you that it was in row 3, you were in row 15 now and it was nowhere to be found.

a deep irritation settled under your skin as you cursed the skies and stars for doing this to you, you continued your grumbling as you sat down with a huff at a table. of course, two good things, a day off and the book you so desperately wanted, wouldn’t happen all at once to you. rarely, one good thing happened to you in a day so, this was nothing new.

but still, you were so invested in the world of that book, that you wanted to dive into that world and never float back up because a love so tender, at an age where everything feels the same and your skin sheds its youth, fascinated you.

and today, you won’t get to dive in, you won’t get to be lost in a world that didn’t belong to you.

“excuse me, that’s my seat.” a hush of a voice filled your ears. you immediately removed yourself from the seat and moved a seat up, scrolling on your phone aimlessly.

maybe you will find another book.

maybe there is another world that you could live in, for now.

then, it hits you.

the scent of something soft, a cloud, a pillow. the scent wraps around you, taking you with its softness. you know that scent.

you peek up to see a man next to you. he was wearing a baby blue sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, a baseball cap, and a mask.

the softness that distracted you.

and in his hands, he held the book that you were wishing the gods above and below for.

you know those hands.

he was the one who took your precious book before you did?

you didn’t own it by any means but that didn’t mean you weren’t highly frustrated that it ended up in his hands, of everyone else.

“you.” you said, as calmly as you could.

namjoon bites back a grin at the frustration in your voice. “yes?”

“you know i’ve been looking for this namjoon, this isn’t fair.” you bark out, leaning forward to grab the book from him but he just holds it above himself, knowing you won’t be able to reach it. you sink back into your seat with a frown on your face and namjoon sighs.

he’s never had a problem telling someone no, in fact, he’s enjoyed turning down some overly excited people but when it came to you, denying you of something just wasn’t possible for him, even if it was as a joke.

the book plopped in front of you and your frown immediately melted, and you grabbed it into your arms, namjoon rolled his eyes with a fond smile growing on his face.

“give it to me when you come over someday.”

your relationship with namjoon was hard to describe, you were sort-of friends, sort-of friends who had read books together, sort-of friends who hung out without saying a word, and sort-of friends who occasionally had sex.

it all started when a mutual friend introduced you to him at a horrid party that you hated being at, namjoon hated it too and he made that clear, so you decided to spend your time doing something else.

and soon, it became a regular occurrence and it was working well, you two understood what the other wanted and had no qualms about giving it to them.

namjoon pulled out his book as well and you peeked at it curiously.

lovers in the night by mieko kawakami.

strange.

you added that book to your to-read list yesterday.

“you can just ask to see it if you want, you know?” he tuts at you teasingly, watching your eyes dart towards his book, you scoff at him and sink into your seat.

then, there was silence, only the sound of pages turning and both of your breaths coming out in the space. you liked that, you never had to talk to namjoon to be present with him and so far, this arrangement worked perfectly for you.

but you caught yourself peeking in his direction again, this time, it wasn’t his book, it was him, the way he sat, the way he turned the pages sharply, the way his breath came out slow and you had no excuse for your curiosity.

“tonight, your place?” his question came casually and you nodded as soon as the words left him.

you couldn’t help but think that you had agreed too quickly.

“i don’t understand the point of this movie” you say to namjoon, lying across his chest and your body shakes with his as a low laugh tumbles out of him. he has come to be extremely fond of your quick irritation to things.

“you read so much romance, i thought you would’ve gotten it by now” he sips his wine and you feel the urge to tip it over his white sweatshirt, just for his sarcastic tone. namjoon sees the glare on your face and feels the strangest satisfaction wash over him.

“don’t make me pour the bottle on you.” you eye the bottle that was near your feet and he promptly reaches out to put it near him with a tut which makes you giggle.

chungking express wasn’t your usual movie.

there was no rosy romance filled with confessions and promises.

there were just stolen glances, just hoping that someone else wouldn’t take them, just the characters in a world that changed too quickly, just memories that never faded.

it both fascinated and confused you.

why did love have to be so confusing?

if two people liked each other, was it so hard to just say the words and be together?

why did anything else matter?

he notices your confusion, the deep frown on your face is a dead giveaway, and namjoon, shamefully admits to himself, that he finds it cute.

“i can hear your mind all the way here” namjoon taps your temple and you shift to sit with a groan. “i just don’t understand what’s so hard.”

he already wanted to pull you back on his chest but he clears his throat instead.

“please fill me in.”

“if she likes him, why didn’t she just tell him?” you point to the character who was now staring adoringly at her lover, this was just one out of the many times that they’d met and she was yet to make a move.

namjoon stares at the character, all of the words she wants to say die inside of her but her eyes stay alive with the love she holds for her object of admiration.

“i guess it’s not so easy.”

“what is not easy about just saying the words?” you rolled your eyes.

namjoon’s answer is quick, maybe too quick, “i don’t know, giving someone a piece of your most vulnerable form is scary, there is always fear in affection.”

he leaned back uncomfortably after saying it, not knowing if he should’ve said anything at all.

but to you, something about the way namjoon spoke, always put you in a daze. you never heard someone talk the way he did and you weren’t supposed to like the way he talked. “you sound like the wise tortoise from kung fu panda.” you snicker at him instead of blurting out that his words warmed your heart.

in a world where affection and love were dying, namjoon gave a more comforting reason as to why it was dying, maybe it wasn’t the factual reason, but it helped you feel better anyway.

he scrunches his eyebrows and scoffs at you, “he’s my favorite character so, fuck you.” you laugh at his annoyed face and throw your legs over his feet, he adjusts himself and you sink into the side of his arm. namjoon could feel his body wanting you closer but he resisted, he held his arm above you and over the sofa and shoved his desires in deep.

the movie was long, you didn’t particularly like it, and you never understood why people had such a hard time figuring out their feelings but namjoon didn’t have to know. and as soon as the movie ended, he got up to leave.

“you can pick the movie next time,” he says as he puts on his shoes, looking up at you with a knowing grin. “i liked it!” you tried to save your face, following him to the main door.

well, he liked that you were at least pretending to not completely hate it, for his sake.

namjoon turns to you with a quirked eyebrow, finding it all so amusing, and before he can stop himself, he steps closer and places a single kiss on your forehead and just as quickly, steps away.

that wasn’t supposed to happen.

he doesn’t know what came over him.

“i saw you yawn five times in ten minutes, we’ll watch kung fu panda next time.” he snickered with an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach and rushed out the door, to make sure he didn’t do anything again.

and you stand, shell-shocked.

that was not a big deal.

a kiss on the forehead.

not a big deal at all.

it was not a big deal that your hands were clenched by your sides.

it was not a big deal that your cheeks stayed burning hot.

it was not a big deal that your feet refused to move away from where he left.

this shouldn’t be happening.

you guys never just watched a movie, it always led to something more but it wasn’t even in your minds today and that wasn’t okay.

you needed to remind him that your hangouts were for sex only and it can’t be anything else. you needed to remind namjoon that you were getting off track, which was unacceptable.

that night, namjoon dreamt of you in his arms, just you in his arms, that was unacceptable.

but that night, your hands reached to caress the spot where you still felt his lips. and that was also unacceptable.

you didn’t text him after that, it wasn’t intentional or anything, you just felt that things shifted that night and you didn’t like it, a little distance would set things right back to the way they were.

casual and easy.

because that’s why you two worked, it was always casual and easy with namjoon.

and you hated to admit this to yourself, but you missed him.

which wasn’t so casual and easy.

you checked every post he made on instagram, every story that he uploaded, every song he recommended, and you still answered when he texted you but you let the message hover in your notification board for a few hours and gave every excuse possible to not meet him.

and this was supposed to be easy, you never felt the need to hang out or be with namjoon before, but that feeling was growing as the days passed, without a feel of his skin, without his gaze on you, without his slow laughter flowing through your room.

you wondered how it was for namjoon, maybe he was okay, maybe he didn’t care at all, maybe he was with someone else already and that was all fine, it was how things should be.

“people do fall in love. people do belong to each other because that's the only chance that anyone's got for true happiness.”

paul from breakfast at tiffany’s spoke on the screen, he looked angry but his words plead with his lover to agree with him, to let him sweep her off her feet, he needs her to understand that they are meant to be, even if she tried to deny it, even if she believes in a world where love didn’t exist.

you watched with teary eyes as they both ended up kissing in the rain with all their love pouring into each other.

it made you feel bitter.

it made you feel…empty.

you ignore it.

with an uneasy feeling crawling down your chest, you pull out your phone and your finger immediately reaches for the instagram icon. you waste no time clicking the circle around namjoon’s profile.

god bless him for being so active.

he was at a bar, not too far away from here and he was smiling, surrounded by a large group of friends.

the uneasiness in your chest let up a bit as your lips tugged into a smile too, namjoon’s always had a nice smile.

you really wanted to see him.

as much as it killed you to come to terms with that, every inch of you was trying to run away and find him, melt in him, let him talk through the night about things you never quite understood but enjoyed listening to.

or maybe your forehead just wanted another kiss, maybe your body just wanted company for tonight, maybe you just needed him for the exact benefits your situation rewarded you with.

maybe meeting him wouldn’t be such a bad idea, after all, you two had an arrangement for a reason, to give your bodies to each other.

but he was with his friends, it would be quite rude and obnoxious of you to just ask him to get out of it and meet you, just because you feel more needy than usual.

there were other ways though.

you didn’t have to go for him at all.

it was dinnertime, you were too lazy to cook, it could just be that you were hungry and decided to pick up some food. isn’t it so convenient that the place so close to you with food also has namjoon in it? but it wasn’t about him at all, the last thing on your mind.

a solid plan, if you could say so yourself.

a gush of wind pushed past you as you stood before the door to the restaurant that held namjoon on the other side. the stars were hard to see as you looked up and took a few deep breaths, it’s been so long since you’ve seen him, so long since you’ve heard his voice, so long since you’ve touched him.

(it’s been two weeks, actually.)

did you want to do this?

is this how you wanted to see him again, with some elaborate ruse?

the answer was yes.

yes, you wanted to do this and yes, this was how you wanted to see him again because you quite literally couldn’t figure out another way to see him.

texting and asking to meet was so old-fashioned.

the loud ring of the bell above your head, made you flinch as you pushed in and a string of greetings from the waiters came toward you, you politely greeted them back but your fingers twitched as you started looking for the person you had come all dolled up for.

you mean, the dish you couldn’t wait to take home and scarf down.

you quickly stepped to the counter where the menu lay and started flipping through it, not caring or seeing anything.

then you heard it.

his laughter.

which through all the noise, somehow made it to your ears.

maybe you had been paying extra attention to hear him somewhere but for now, you will just say that his laughter was too loud because why would you want to hear him when you were here for something else?

nevertheless, a look wouldn’t hurt anyone. you could just see him, satisfy this urge in you, and go back home with warm food.

if you remember the story right (you did, you rewatched it fifty times), namjoon was sitting towards the left side with a group of around six people so, you slyly scanned the left side with eagle eyes.

one quick look.

and nothing else.

and.

nothing.

else.

you told yourself that, ordered yourself that you would not be talking to namjoon.

and there he was.

your breath paused.

he didn’t look anything different from the ordinary.

he was wearing his beige trousers and t-shirt, he was wearing his worn-out beanie, he was laughing with the people around him and it was so simple, so ordinary, a scene that you would see anywhere in any restaurant.

but you wanted to run to him and hold him close, let him warm you, let him run his fingers through your hair, let him never let you go.

and you knew how dangerous it was to feel this way and how this would end for you.

that’s when you saw it.

the fear in affection, that namjoon had so gently explained to you the other day.

your “quick look” lasted more than a few minutes but you were having trouble peeling your eyes away from him.

that was until, you saw his body sit straighter and start looking around, as if he could sense someone’s gaze on him (that was on you, you were probably burning holes into him with your eyes) and you turned your body completely to the other side.

you were just overthinking it, there’s no way namjoon would sense someone casually glancing at him.

“i’ll take this to go, please” you whispered to the person at the counter while hurriedly pointing to some random dish on the menu. they looked at you with an uneasy smile and nodded slowly, you must look crazy to them.

but that didn’t matter, as long as you got your food and you got the hell out of here before namjoon noticed you, you were good with whatever they thought of you.

you scrolled through your phone, still facing fully away from him, and waited for your order to come, your foot tapping restlessly against the floor.

you kept waiting.

and waiting.

why were they taking so long?

the pace at which your foot tapped against the floor increased as you started to grow anxious.

you couldn’t stay forever, namjoon might finish his dinner, he might walk out, passing right by you and you would have to talk then and that was just-

“what are you doing, standing here?”

the tapping of your foot stopped.

exactly what you were dreading.

or exactly what you were hoping for.

you are not sure which one it is anymore.

“oh hey.” you turn around with a lame wave of your hand at the man that you don’t know what you feel for. he was looking at you with crinkled eyes and a teasing smile that picked his cheeks up and made them round.

get a grip.

“you know, the chairs at a restaurant are for sitting.” you follow his gaze to the chairs lined up near the counter.

……

you had nothing to say to that.

“i came to pick up dinner, what are you doing here?” you asked, as if you didn’t know already and he pointed towards the table that you were staring at earlier. “just with a couple of friends, do you want to join us?”

it was your rule, one that you had established wordlessly, stating clearly that you were not meant to hang out with each other’s friends but you always had wondered what namjoon was like around his friends.

was he just as snarky?

was he just as wise?

did he have an answer to everything for them as well?

you let him take your hand and walk you to the loud table, the food that you hadn’t noticed, grew cold on the counter.

“namjoon used to be so uptight then, he didn’t even help us on the test, he told us, ‘ey, i won’t be there in the future to help you out, so figure your shit out’, and he said this for one math problem, for one stupid test!” his friend, yoongi, barked out with a deepened voice to imitate namjoon and you loved every minute of it, as your head fell back in laughter.

namjoon smiled sheepishly, though his eyes threw daggers at yoongi and hid his face behind his huge hands, turning away from you.

you found that especially adorable.

“what a narc” you shoved his shoulder and, everyone erupted into loud laughter around the table. namjoon squinted his eyes and tried to give you an intimidating glare, which soon melted into a smile when you raised your eyebrows at him.

it felt so good.

he had his arm around your shoulder, you were almost buried into his side, the soft scent of his perfume enveloped around you and his friends seemed to love you. and the best of all, his eyes gazed over you constantly, to check on you or look at you, you had no idea but you enjoyed the attention nonetheless.

only if what you had was real, only if you knew namjoon as much as they seemed to, only if you could grab his neck and kiss him.

you shook your head at those thoughts, whatever this comfort zone was, it was only for tonight, you would never hang out with his friends again or be around him in this way again. you were only allowing this for tonight.

but.

you liked this so much.

“you good?” namjoon pulled you in closer to whisper to you, his eyes assessing the frown growing on your face.

no, i suddenly want to know everything about you, after ages of being fine with knowing nothing.

“yeah, all good” you smiled at him, tipping back your glass to hide the building tension in your throat. everyone around the table started standing up and namjoon pulled you up as well, but his hand stayed around you, holding you gently yet in a way that wouldn’t make it too easy for you to let go.

“it was so nice meeting you.” another friend of his, seokjin, wrapped you in a hug as namjoon’s arm stayed around your back, you smiled and hugged everyone else, as much as you could with his arm on you and they started waving their goodbyes, leaving you and namjoon.

you didn’t want to say ‘well, good to see you, let’s go back to fucking next week’, you didn’t want to wave goodbye and leave the warmth that radiated off namjoon, you didn’t want to go home, and think too much about his hand on your waist.

and namjoon surprised you.

“your place?” he asked, leading you out into the cold night as well and you felt the weight of all your doubts levitate off you, you tried to not agree too quickly but you couldn’t help but nod eagerly which made him smile in response, pulling you in tighter.

you two walked leisurely, with all the time in the world in your hands, and the night got darker, colder, and namjoon’s grip on you got tighter, warmer.

you didn’t speak a word, only stole glances at his side profile every once in a while, to make sure that somehow you hadn’t conjured this from your dreams, that this was reality and namjoon was here.

“what’s on your mind?” he catches your eyes, which were admiring his jaw and you look away, wanting to disappear into the night. he tugs on your hand, to urge you to answer him and you do, “your friends are hilarious, i had a very good time so thank you for inviting me.” the ‘thank you’ came out more awkwardly than you had thought.

but thankfully, namjoon found you endearing so he laughs at your scrunched-up face.

“i mean you were right there, i wasn’t going to let you go and eat alone in your apartment. but what a coincidence, right? us turning up at the same place. besides, i was going to ask you to meet them soon anyway.” he had a lovely smile on his face, he seemed to find the idea very charming, that you had somehow stumbled on each other and a pang of guilt shot through you for orchestrating the whole thing.

and the guilt worsened as the television played mindlessly in the background, as your body tangled around his, as his breath came too close, too loud, and his hands gripped onto your hair. you felt him everywhere and nowhere around you, it unnerved you.

you pulled apart hastily, the simple, harmless lie you told was enough to put some invisible wall between you and him. it felt wrong that he thought it was some sweet moment but it wasn’t.

namjoon immediately retracted, pulling his hands to himself but remaining close as he watched your reaction carefully, “do you want me to leave? because it’s okay if you’re not in the mood or don’t want me around right now, i get it.” the sound of his even breaths, his soothing tone, forced you to look at him.

“i lied,” you expected it to be harder to tell him but it wasn’t, namjoon sat up with an eyebrow quirked up as you explained to him that your turning up at the pub was no coincidence, that you had come there after seeing his instagram story.

“that’s it?” you nodded, skin burning with embarrassment, only looking up when you heard his low, amused laughter. namjoon shook his head at you, “but why? you can always call me, you know, i loved that you met them and had a good time.” he reached over to shut off the television and pull your legs from under you and onto his lap, his fingers tapped your thighs as you fell back on the sofa, covering your face with your hands.

“i felt like i couldn’t,” maybe it was because your voice sounded so small, maybe because he finally saw how truly upset you were about this but namjoon pulled you back and rested your head on his shoulder, “you always can, it doesn’t matter how or what or where we are, just call me and i’ll be here to finish all of your wine,” though you laughed at his words and buried yourself further into his collarbone, you knew you weren’t telling him the simple truth.

that night, once again, you didn’t do anything, you absentmindedly watched some movie, you crawled into bed next to him, he kissed your forehead, and fell asleep.

“namjoon?” you whispered against his snores, he stirred ever so slightly, hands reaching up to pat where you were sleeping, hands relaxing when they touched you.

“yeah?” he groaned into the pillow, “i came because,” you started, words swallowing down your throat, words flying out of your mouth.

“yeah?” this time, he looked up with squinted, sleepy eyes, and your heart drowned in adoration at the sight.

because i missed you.

it was simple words but how awful would it be, if you uttered them, and your heart that was drowning with adoration now, would have nothing to drown for?

“i just wanted to see you,” because you missed him so desperately, and a text or call wouldn’t have fed the hunger your longing left you with.

“i’m glad, because i missed you,” he kissed your shoulder and turned away to continue his slumber.

and left you with the same simple words you had been too scared to utter.

somehow, namjoon always voiced the simple words, even if they were naked, he voiced them as if it was nothing to put your bleeding heart out on your sleeve because missing someone was intimate, it was dangerous.

and that’s when your heart drowns again, you finally realize that namjoon has gotten closer to you.

a little too close.

what does it take for a person to be close?

is it the physical distance that lessens with every breath?

is it the emotional distance that connects you with an invisible string from miles away?

being close to someone is a fickle thing.

a person who knows everything about you, may not feel close.

but a person who tries to know you, may feel close.

namjoon feels close.

nights pass where the line between what you and namjoon were and what you were supposed to be, blurred to oblivion. you stopped questioning what it was, you stopped counting the beats your heart skipped every time he showed up at your door.

this night, both physically and emotionally, namjoon is close.

“why do you always read romantic books?” he hums, casually, as things have always been between you two as his hand lazily runs across your hair. he isn’t prying, it’s just a mild curiosity.

but it’s a question no one’s ever asked you.

you read romance to feel the love you yearn for.

that is your answer, there is a yearning in you that isn’t quenched by anything else except books that put your longing in words. it’s an answer you can’t give to namjoon.

“they’re just fun” you shrug, looking up and hoping he would buy your lie. he does not, he doesn’t try to hide that he doesn’t believe you but with a small smile and shake of his head, he lets you live with the lie.

“the real thing’s more fun.”

you remained silent.

you hugged him closer.

you didn’t sleep that night.

“have you got everything?” namjoon said, as he loaded your bags into the back of his car, “you helped me pack yesterday, namjoon, and you drilled my head for hours after to make sure of it,” you rolled your eyes at him, and he chuckled, patting your head, “just checking.”

you ignored the rush of warmth that filled your fingertips and your toes, you and namjoon were heading out of the city, into a tiny, charming town with his friends where you would spend about four days in a cabin there.

and yes, you know what it sounds like but when you received a call from namjoon, his excited, hopeful voice, you could imagine his face reflecting all of that, and you couldn’t say no.

the drive up is short, you sleep through it and namjoon plays soothing songs to avoid waking you up. the cabin is beautiful but you already know that from pictures and upon arrival, you are greeted with loud shouts and long hugs from his friends, you almost melt from all the affection they shower you with.

“this is for you,” yoongi hums as he drops a keycard into the palm of your hands before disappearing into his room and you trudge up the stairs to reach yours.

of course, you aren’t surprised when you see namjoon unpacking his clothes into drawers once you open the door, you know you had to share a room with him, considering that you are a guest on this trip.

it did make you reluctant at first but now, you were just waiting for your feelings to set you ablaze to make themselves known.

“hey, you” namjoon sings as he walks past you, but not without dropping a kiss on your temple that has your shoulders stiffening and your face tingling. “we’re going out in a bit to start a barbeque, see you there?”

you nod, your stomach reeling from the subtle touch of his hands that brush your arms before walking out the door.

you fall on the bed with your head in your hands, on days like these, you wish you could walk up to namjoon and ask him, what did you mean to him? did he think of you in the darkness of the night? did he want you around always?

because you did.

but you couldn’t ask.

drinks were passed, fairy lights descended on you, and soft singing filled the air.

“and our wise namjoon was just telling us what love is,” yoongi dramatically gestured to his red-faced, swaying friends and your ears picked up, hoseok groaned, “what did he say though?”

“that love is wanting to know someone more every day,” hoots and cheers and teases filled the air as namjoon buried his face into the side of your arm and complained endlessly under his breath.

you tried to laugh but you wanted to know everything about namjoon, what did that say about you?

and he asked you about yourself all the time, what did that say about him?

the question left you uneasy and annoyed.

“there’s a lake just around here,” jungkook looked at everyone around him with a suspicious glint shining in his eyes, then he got up, “race you there!” he yelled and took off, heavy feet thudding on the soft ground and everyone squealed in delight as they followed him.

namjoon pulled your hand with his as the cold air rushed over your face, a smile was frozen on your face and you ran until your lungs burned. it was out of a movie, the way your hair flowed, the way your laughs blended into the night, the way namjoon couldn’t stop looking at you.

then, as you expected, jungkook got pushed into the lake, he surfaced to yell at jimin only to break into giggles, and soon, everyone was trying to push everyone.

but namjoon only wanted to push you.

you ran around, escaping his touch in mere seconds, looking back breathlessly to see if he was near, and when he did catch you, he didn’t just throw you in, he threw both of you together.

you fell into the water, a laughing, bumbling mess but as cold as the night was, namjoon was warm so you snuggled into his neck and he held you with strong arms that wouldn’t let you drown.

close.

namjoon was so close.

“oh god, the couple’s at it again,” jin groaned and splashed water on the two of you and namjoon laughed out loud, pushing more water onto jin’s face.

but jin was wrong.

“we’re not a couple,” you nervously laughed, hands instinctively loosening around namjoon’s neck and he froze under you, his hands loosening around you as well as he cleared his throat.

jin swam away before he had to deal with the tension between you two.

namjoon’s arms left your body and you felt something break inside you as he pulled himself out of the water and wordlessly offered you, his hand. you grabbed it unsurely, not looking at him either.

you both didn’t speak at all until you reached your room.

“why did you say that?”

“say what?” you sat on the bed, picking on the lint that gathered on the sheets, unwilling to look at him.

“don’t act like you don’t know what i’m talking about, you’re smarter than that and i know it,” namjoon pinned you with serious eyes, making your heart burn in your chest, “but we’re not a couple.” you whisper, hands tightening on the sheets.

namjoon sighed, a heavy sigh, a sigh that conveyed irritation, disappointment, and restrained anger.

“i don’t understand why you’re upset, we are not a couple,” your irritation reared its head and namjoon shook his head, sitting beside you.

“are we not?” his question is breathless, lifeless, it’s waiting for you to revive it, pour life into it, and your eyes water without any command from you.

you think of the nights you spent together, the laughs you laughed together, the meals you’ve eaten together, the words that grow into a tower between you two and you think, yes, perhaps you are a couple without ever knowing it.

but it wasn’t supposed to be this.

“we had an arrangement,” you fight on, “which went to shit the second you met my friends,” he counters and you bite your lip, annoyed.

“i didn’t plan for that to happen.”

“but it happened.”

“do you really not know?” he asks again, and you know what he’s going to say, you turn away, legs coming to close around your chest.

his eyes widened and with a smile filled that held gentle surprise, he spoke as if his own words shocked him, as if he couldn’t believe he brought them to life.

“i like you. no actually, i love you.”

“don’t.”

namjoon moves away, physically his body flinches from you.

you silently crawl up on the bed and lay your head on the pillow, you gather your courage which crumbles when he comes up too and his hands find yours, he squeezes in question, what do you mean?

why did it have to be him, of all people?

“don't like me cause i don't know how to like you back, not in the way you want and not in the way that will ever be enough for you,” you say quickly, wanting this torture inside you to give up and go home, so you can finally be at peace with yourself.

it took all of two minutes for namjoon to remove himself from you.

and he left you in the bed, you clutched the pillowcase as you heard his footsteps recede from the room and you flinched when the door shut.

you cried, you put your arms around yourself and cradled your face to sleep, maybe it would be nice to feel someone else hold you but you couldn't let that be namjoon, it had to be someone that you could hurt and be okay with it.

namjoon was ignoring you, he didn’t come back to the room that night and now, he was sitting a few feet away from you and you couldn’t ignore the way everyone glanced between you two.

“the fireworks will start at 8, everyone be back by then,” jin announced, receding from the gathering and going back into the home.

“come, okay? we’ve got drinks and food,” jungkook squeezed your shoulder as he walked past, of course, he noticed you and namjoon not talking and he was sweet for making sure you were coming. you gave him a weak smile and nod.

when you reach the place where fireworks are supposed to light up the sky, there’s only namjoon on the bench that was too long for just one person.

there was so much space.

there was so much place.

but you didn’t fit in there, not next to him.

your hands wrung the cardigan dangling on your arms as a sharp exhale tried to stabilize you.

you turn around to leave but stop in your tracks when his eyes fall on the back of your head. even without looking back, you know he’s seen you and if you left, you would feel even more pathetic.

“don’t go,” he whispers, it’s hard to hear him over the crickets chirping but his voice finds its way to you and you want to cry again, “even if we’re not talking, don’t go.”

so, you stay.

you look at the lake in front of namjoon and he looks at the empty bench next to him, he knows who should be there and you know who shouldn’t be there.

even far away, his presence suffocates you, not in a dangerous way, but in a way that you would forever want to be suffocated.

everyone else arrives loudly, carrying cans of beer and packets of food and some of them sit down, jungkook and jimin are kind enough to stand next to you and keep you company but even they know where you should’ve been instead.

the rest of the night, you remember in gaps.

you remember looking at his hand when everyone looked at the fireworks, you remember the way his face lit up with a thousand colors, you remember the way his voice cheered at the sight in the sky, you remember the way his skin traveled and embraced his body.

how was something as ordinary as skin, so extraordinary when it came to him?

you wanted to become one, to melt into him and never come back to your true self. your hand itched to touch, to reach out but instead, it tightens on your cardigan and you force yourself to look away.

when you got back home from the cabin, namjoon had dropped you at your room, carried your bags in, and left immediately after as if being in your presence was unbearable for him, which made you cry as soon as the door shut behind him.

now, you were in bed, it was tuesday and you had no one in your life again.

you watched your phone like a hawk, jumping at every ting! it made but it was never namjoon and you always found yourself wishing it was.

your arm dangled off the sofa as you watched kung fu panda play on the tv.

"your story might not have a happy beginning, but that does not make you who you are." soothsayer spoke on the screen and you watched with your lips between your teeth, ignoring the way your heart skipped over when the scene cut to the wise turtle, oogway.

you didn’t want to think of namjoon, you didn’t want to think of his laugh when you called him a wise turtle nor did you want to think of how you could be watching this with him right now.

but he was out of your life now.

and you didn’t know how to live it anymore.

you suddenly were too aware of how lonely you were and too aware of how no one could soothe the loneliness nor cure it.

you saw the book he had given you that was on your coffee table still, you saw his wine glass that was tucked away in a corner of your kitchen, you saw his sweater that you never bothered giving back and you felt yourself crumble from within.

when someone leaves your life, the life you had before them seems alien, not yours.

and your life, right now, was just not yours.

“but he wasn’t even that good-looking, so it wasn’t too sad,” your friends laughed around the table as one of them spoke, you raised your glass to your lips and sipped to kill the words inside you.

but my man was beautiful, my man was everything, so it is sad for me.

when your friends called you to meet up, it seemed like a beacon of light shoved into your life and you immediately accepted, you had to go back to your life before namjoon.

“i don’t think i’ve ever liked anyone enough to be sad after we break up,” one of them sighed and the rest followed.

but i’m so sad.

“but how do we know if we like someone that much?” you asked silently, not really meaning to and all their heads snapped to you.

“i’ve only loved that much once, and it was…strange, none of me felt like me anymore, i guess you without them stops making sense,” your friend said, her eyes shimmered with memories of her past love. the ball in your throat grew tighter and it wound itself around your entire being.

you without namjoon, didn’t make sense.

and you were close to letting him out of your life forever.

you pushed against the table, hands shaking but you were so determined, it was suddenly too clear that you needed him.

“guys, i have to go.” they all smiled and giggled as they watched you run out of the restaurant.

you ran into the pouring rain, water splashed on your sneakers and your jeans but you kept pushing forward.

if you lose namjoon now, you will never forgive yourself, if you lose him after finally realizing that you need him in your life, you will never recover from the pain.

your hands hurriedly stuffed into your bag, pulling out your phone and checking his instragram, you were blessed with a view of his home and book in his stories so you wasted no time in dialing his number, pressing it to your ear and praying to every raindrop falling on you that he would pick up.

he picked up.

you stopped in your tracks.

there was only his breathing on the other side, some static noises too, and still just the simple act of him picking up the call had you sighing out in relief.

“namjoon, please come out,” you whispered, eyes lining with tears that would join the rain on your face and he sighed, you held your breath until he spoke.

then, after a pregnant silence, he sighed again, “okay.”

you cut the call and started running again, renewed energy slammed on the ground as you ran for your life, for your love.

as you finally reached his apartment, your heart raced with anticipation. the running left you breathless, the rain was merciless but the thought of seeing him filled you with an energy that surpassed any physical exhaustion.

and you bent over, catching your breath, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in your stomach. your mind raced with thoughts of what to say, how to express the feelings swirling within you. with each cough, you felt the intensity of your emotions grow, this moment, this night, this rain could change everything for you.

but you knew that whatever you said, whatever you decided to reveal, it would come from ages of knowing but denying your heart.

when someone you love leaves your life, the life you had before them stops making sense, that’s when the hollowness comes in, that’s when you realize you need them.

and you were done, you were done hiding and you were pretending that you didn’t want him under your very skin.

then, the rain stops.

to correct it, the rain stops falling on your head.

you see his shoes in front of you and muffle the cry that erupts in your throat.

you look up impatiently, so quickly that namjoon jerks back and you curse yourself with every word possible, how did you ever deny yourself of him?

“why are you here?” namjoon tries to stay stoic, and cool, even as his hands scream at him to pull you to him, to let his skin become yours and instead, his hands tighten on the umbrella he’s holding over you.

“i was wrong that day,” you gasped out, and his heart lurched even as he tried not to hope for too much, “which day?”

“when i tried to act like we weren’t anything, i was wrong, namjoon, so terribly wrong,” you shook your head at yourself, pushing your hair away from your face, your chin trembled as you tried to talk to the one person who made your heart run like a racehorse.

“and i was so scared, but i should have never lied to you or myself just because i was scared,” he listened, patient as ever, but you saw his eyes go red and the way his nose twitched with a sniff.

“but why were you scared? it’s just me,” he laughed, as if he wasn’t the most extraordinary person ever, as if everything he spoke didn’t carry a bit of magic, as if he wasn’t magic himself.

“i was scared because,” you swallowed, can you say it out loud?

something about the rain made everything look so beautiful, so pure, so vulnerable but it made your heart feel so heavy, feel so filled with dread that it might burst, because if he didn’t believe you, if he laughed and walked away, you wouldn’t know how to live with yourself.

his hand snaked up your arm and something tender floated in the air around you, something that made you feel so close to namjoon, something that felt so right. but you weren't speaking a word, nor were you touching him, but you were in front of him and he was in front of you, and just like this, you felt as if someone had laid you bare.

“when i hold me, it's imperfect, i don't touch all of me and that's fine, it's just me, but if i don't hold you perfectly, the way you deserve, i might just die from guilt,” you breathed out, chin trembling again and namjoon held your jaw, and your eyes fell close.

“if i hurt you, i can never come back from it because you’re a good person, you don’t hesitate to say things like, ‘i miss you’ or ‘i saw this and i thought of you’, but those things scare me, i’ve never said them before.”

“but?” he mused, pushing your hair behind your ear and you curled into his palm, leaning your entire face on it.

you laughed, it wasn’t happy, it wasn’t sad, it was just a sound, “but i don’t know to live without you, i need you, i miss you even when you’re away for a second, i think of you in every movie i watch and i see you in some or the other character in every book i read, i see you everywhere in my life and i need you in it.”

“my life isn’t mine without you, i love you.” you pleaded.

and everything was silent for a second, he looked at you, you looked at him, you felt his skin become yours again, you felt the relief flooding in you but you also felt desperate to hear his voice.

“at some point, you’re going to need someone to hold you, the right way i mean” namjoon spoke finally, and you nodded, grabbing onto his shirt, “it needs to be you.”

namjoon’s never been able to deny you of anything at all so he says, “it will be me. now, come here,” he pulled on your arm until you fell on his chest and the rest of the world fell into place for you, you gripped onto him as if someone was going to take him away and namjoon laughed, kissing your forehead, which sent a numbing tingle all over your body.

“i love you too.” it felt right, you didn’t want to run away and take back everything you said, you wanted to hear him say it again and again, you wanted to say it again and again.

being close to someone is a fickle thing.

a person who knows everything about you, may not feel close.

but a person who tries to know you, may feel close.

and namjoon was so close that it didn’t make sense, like many stories you’ve read in your life, but it didn’t have to.

because from now on, he was you, and you were him.

and from now on, you and him, are the magical story that you would tell to everyone else.

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LVEB couple morning love making and it’s just so fluffy and horny and something to remind me how single i am😭

y/n is always nice and warm in the morning but for some reason it feels like she's been EXTRA nice and warm this holiday season and namjoon doesn't usually find himself this dizzy with thoughts of his girlfriend but he woke up a little earlier than usual after having dreamt about her (he doesn't even recall what happened in the dream but he's getting flashes of her soft thighs n the smell of her pear shampoo) and when he looks over to see her still dozing peacefully he doesn't want to wake her up but also...

namjoon pokes a tongue out to swipe over his slightly chapped bottom lip as he snakes an arm around your waist and brings you towards him and he can't help but feel a little extra excited at how perfectly you slot into his body

he's trying to be careful to not wake you up but also if you just so happened to wake up because of his attempt to cuddle then that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world

he buries his face into the crook of your neck and takes a gentle inhale of your shampoo and the soft smell of your skin (he always thinks you have a very natural scent to you and you say it's because of all the baking you do) and he doesn't even realize that his left hand has been wandering down this whole time until he's playing with the delicate waistline of your panties, fingers plucking with the little bow at the top

"shit." namjoon mutters to himself, swallowing thickly when he feels himself getting hornier -- he really doesn't know what's gotten into him this morning but he's just hoping that you wake up soon because his situation is starting to ache a little-

"mm..." your brows scrunch together slightly as your back arches slightly in a stretch, your bum pressing against namjoon's front making him let out an involuntary moan

and when y/n is fully awake (albeit still a little bit sleepy) the first thing she's aware of is that namjoon is already awake because there's something stiff pressing against her thigh and she does take the opportunity to tease him a little bit because he usually gets bashful about waking up like this and not wanting to disturb her sleep (truth be told she loves being woken up like this) and it seems to go 0 to 100 pretty fast because soon enough she finds herself with her shorts and panties hanging off of one ankle and the musky scent of namjoon's sandalwood shampoo taking over every one of her senses and-

"joon-" you whimper, a breath catching in your throat when namjoon presses in further, one hand clasping your waist while the other cups your bum and gives it a squeeze

"holy fuck, you feel so good-" namjoon groans, head dropping against your shoulder as a shiver shoots up his spine at the sensation (you feel so incredibly nice and so incredibly warm) and he pulls back slightly before pushing himself all the way in

"please fuck me, please-" you are not a woman of many words outside of the bedroom but namjoon loves how talkative you can get when the two of you are intimate and he's trying very hard to hold himself back and take it slow because the two of you did just get up but when you're begging him for his dick like this especially after the dream he had, he doesn't know if he can control himself any further

anyway lveb!couple supremacy for life

🎄christmas at cee's place 2023!🎄

#alright i'm speedrunning through these bc i kinda blew xmas w cee #i like this format though hehe #lveb #lveb!namjoon #namjoon drabbles #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon fluff recs #namjoon smut #namjoon smut recs #bts writer #bts author recs #bts writer recs #kim namjoon #bts reader insert #namjoon fics #namjoon fic recs

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ggukkiereads · 2 years

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FIC RECS | Namjoon Nerd AU

This is based on a recent ask I received from @monovcut.. Thank you! I had fun making this list

I almost included other fics where he’s the smart dude, the genius, the scientist, the smart professor, etc. but I focused on scenarios where Namjoon is smart but has this quality about him that’s either shy or weird or awkward that makes him oh so adorable? Maybe not blatantly so in some of the fics, other times more pronounced. I also read various genres so you will be surprised at how the list will feature fics from sugar daddy au to fantasy-themed.

💌 Sharing this and I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did because I love hot, nerdy Namjoon too 🥰. Thank you dear authors for writing and bringing this wonderful concept to life. 🥰

Please note that some of the fics are mature. Minors please DNI. Check the tags/warnings per fic too.

S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

Note: if link to fic doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist.

[around 29 fics]

A Match Made in Heaven @sahmfanficbts - one shot | 4.8k | medical school residentt!namjoon x dental school resident!reader, humor (I just love Joon and his puns and his super funny conversation with his Mom uwu),, meet cute | f, s

🌷Honestly, just read all of Sam’s Namjoons even if they are not necessarily nerdy. You'd just love the characterizations and you get that Namjoon essence you're looking for in fics.

All I Need is One @lamourche (only on AO3 now and you need an account to view) - one shot | 10.7k | sugar daddy au but make it one hot awkward Namjoon, Professor!Namjoon, bartender!reader, some hurt/comfort theme too?, humor | s, f

🌷This used to be on tumblr but it got removed T_T. Awkward!Namjoon exploring the concept of sugarbaby/daddy relationship has never been this attractive. I need this Namjoon shouting "you are the sugar baby of my dreams" in the streets to me while looking like his serious, philosophical and confident self. This is someone who knows what he wants and like what he said, there are two things he's good at. The comfort part of this fic is just a bonus but it makes you feel like getting a warm tight hug after drooling over this Joon

Beauty & the Bookworm | Nice Try, Nerd @jungshookz - bullet fic | 22.2k | Librarian!Namjoon, College AU, follow-up drabble is Halloween-themed fluff | f, a, s

🌷It just so automatic to think about this Namjoon whenever people ask for a Nerd!Namjoon fic. Please I miss librarian!namjoon 🥺.

Castaways @rmnamjoons - one shot | 25.5k | castaway au, stranded au, survival au, luxury cruise with the best friend and the boyfriend Hoseok, and Hoseok’s nerdy best friend Namjoon but got hit by a storm, slow burn | f, s, a

🌷Author has wonderful Namjoon fics - I feel like his smart but sometimes awkwardness is captured so endearingly in all of the fics and I guarantee you’d just fall for all the Namjoons.. You may try the author’s other fics such as Sunshine. They also have a Witch OC and bookstore owner!Namjoon who I find so adorable.

Cherry Muffins and Lavender Tea @roses-ruby - one shot | 8.1k | College AU, Coffee Shop AU, biker Joonie 🥵, Book lover Namjoon who always reads at the cafe’ she works | f, s

🌷This reminds me of Namjoon from the SOOP and how he’d just plop on benches and beanbags, with his iced americano, to read his choice of book for the day T_T.

Citrus @taephilia - drabble series [5/?] | 8.3k+ | College AU, Strangers to Lovers, slice of life, got partnered for a project | f

🌷I love the simple slice of slice vibes and how domestic the scenarios are. He gives MC a pet plant (uwu so cute)

Distortion @darlingwoes - drabble | 3.1k | Tutor!OC, smart and awkward Namjoon (he’s smart but he asked to be tutored 👀) x more sociable OC, turned into smutty tutoring session | s

🌷 short but sexy drabble about going for the adorable namjoon (no full smut but it’s still spicy)

English Literature & Like Pavlov’s Dogs @tayegi - two shot | 15.8k | college au, bookstore staff!reader, bookworm!namjoon, they engage in a debate over Jane Austen and I am mad at Namjoon too lol, kind of e2l, humor, established relationship for sequel | s, f

🌷So I debated if Namjoon is “nerdy” enough. Yes, he is smart (and a smartass) but he’s not that awkward enough to be labeled so (or whatever ruler people have to differentiate this lol) but I just love how fierce and dedicated he is with his thoughts/opinion about erm, literature and I’ve never been so annoyed with a character’s argument as if I wanted to jump into the story and join OC to defend Jane Austen. This is just an amazing battle of the nerds smarts

Feeling Deeply @yournameyn - series [6/?] | 20k+ | arranged marriage au, OC (named Brishti), slow burn, 1960s themed, immigrants | f, s

🌷It just has a poetic style to it (so less dialogues and more on description) with art and literature references. It's about two people that are just perfect for each other (in the fic description, author actually wrote that it's about two nerds discovering each other)

Fuck Me Through the Phone Part 2 @trbld-writer - series [2/?] | 8.2k+ | phone sex operator!namjoon, secret identity, college au, actually partners in class, med student, humor | s, f

🌷something I read in the past. I just remember Namjoon being a smart aleck and a project partner OC is so annoyed with (though OC finds him cute). It was fun to see OC try to figure things out like why does Namjoon sound so familiar (or sounds like her favorite phone sex operator lol. It’s a fun scenario)

Glasses Clad Boy @jeongi - one shot | 10k | Tutor!Namjoon, super intelligent Namjoon who prefers books even though a lot of people wanted him, mutual pining, college au | f, s

🌷 Namjoon is just so attractive the way he’s described - just smart and focused on things that matter than playing around. I guess a different kind of nerdiness.

Handsome Stranger @bangtanloverboys - drabble | 316 words | just short but super cute, a bit of idiots to lovers and we have to thank Yoongi for making OC realize a thing or two | f

🌷something short but fluffy that's tooth rotting 🥰

Hot Nerd Part Two Part Three @imagines-bangtan - drabble series [3/3] | 6.8k | just cute moments between hot nerd!namjoon x library hottie!reader that started in the library to how they are in an established relationship | f, implied smut

Inside my Mind @jimlingss - one shot | 19.2k | high school au, mind reader!namjoon, one horny!OC, humor/funny, a sort of coming of age phase but make it crack | s, f

🌷I’ve spoken about this a few times but I have fond memories of these two and their hilarious tandem. Mind reading horny thoughts aside, I like that on the outside these two appear smart, studious, harmless, and kind of weird but they are each other’s weirdos ya know? This is just fun and a good read when you want something funny, horny and kind of pure too? (each other’s first times)

I’m Nothing Without You @realifefairy - series [2/4] | 23.3k | Brother’s Best Friend AU, Childhood friends, Unrequited of some sort (OC confessed before he moves to college but got rejected), but also Mutual Pining (I guess throw in idiots-to-lovers here but their situation can’t be helped)| f, a ,s

🌷I like how this is written - it has this nostalgic vibes to it as if I was watching Our Beloved Summer (the Korean drama) and the characters are so vibrant at the young age we meet them until the moments that pass by as they grow up bit by bit. Namjoon has this image of being a “geek” or “nerd” but OC just has heart eyes for “her nerd”. I guess, this story is about timing too. I really like this and I can’t wait to see how the story will turn out

Just Friends & Still Friends @satnin-darling - two shot [2/? But it feels like there might be a continuation so I am putting a “?” mark]] | 19k | College AU, Namjoon and some nerdy talks about bonsais, art, beliefs, politics, philosophy, etc, virgin!Namjoon, sort of FWB au | f, s

🌷If you like cerebral Namjoon and just swoons over his deep thoughts, you’ll like him here

Love Borrowed @goldenkookietae - one shot | 7.1k | bibliophiles, library buddies, more of reading buddies, library au, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, memory loss/amnesia themes | f, a, s

🌷Please, we get Namjoon doing a Narnian handshake - this is so precious. It’s actually cute and sweet with a touch of soft angst. It’s just heartwarming to know that the things that connect two people are their love of books no matter what the time/situation is.

Love is Blind @helenazbmrskai - one shot | 7.4k | Best Friend’s Brother AU, Enemies to Lovers, College AU, humor, Namjoon is mean, Unrequited love | f, s, a

🌷Namjoon is such a meanie though 🥺. I guess we need a mean Namjoon at some point. It started out comedic enough (with OC breaking his eyeglasses and he needs help since he can't see anything) but it turns angsty with OC's thoughts about not being similar to Joon who is smart and all that. I guess Joonie being mean didn't help the angst T_T

Midnight Wishes @ddaenggtan - one shot | 10.3k | Roommates AU, Coworkers, Friends to Lovers au, FWB AU, humor | s, f, a

🌷This is part of a Christmas-themed collab which is probably one of my favorite collabs (probably mentioned this a couple of times). I’ve probably gone through the stories at least twice too. It would be good to read the stories sequentially and get immersed in this cute and lovable community of characters. Anyway, now to our Namjoon. I just love how the writer described the perfect way to simp and thirst over Namjoon - respectfully and also crazily. Okay wait I was supposed to talk about Namjoon and how he fits this fic rec list.. Okay, I actually like our OTP!!! They just have this smart and quirky vibes to them that leads to quirkiest conversations like talking about bonobos and going over kinks and orgasms while doing lab work (lol). For two people who are super smart, they are so oblivious and this makes their whole fwb situation interesting. I just love how these two smarties are just perfect for each other and being the Christmas-enthusiast that I am, it’s such a perfect setting to realize a thing or two.🥰

Moonlight @sugaurora - one shot | 16.5k | Werewolf!Namjoon (a secret), Fantasy, Forest Spirit!Reader, sort of College AU (Namjoon is studying Institute of Metaphysical Research and Technology), strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, kind of awkward not so social namjoon in the beginning but he loves his plants (and talks to them too uwu) | f, s, a

🌷I guess this is a bit different because it has more fantasy undertones to it and it’s a werewolf au (a favorite genre of mine); I just remember Namjoon being so focused on his world(?) whether it be his studies or what. Definitely reserved that it took OC some time to get a response from him and it was a lovely process seeing Joonie bloom =)

Nerdy Namjoon who knows how to f*ck good drabble @1kook - drabble | 500 words? | fwb, nerdy namjoon who worries about his books, humor | s

🌷I love this drabble so much and I remember reblogging/commenting on this; It’s so short but we get this funny but super hot Namjoon and I relate to him and the way he takes care of his books lol

Oh, Worm? @agustdiv1ne - one shot | 3.6k | Librarian!Namjoon, equally awkward OC, two bookworms | f

🌷literally falling over books - another couple that are perfect for each other 🥰

Partners @btssmutgalore - series [11/?] | 97k+ | College AU, partners for paper, virgin!Namjoon, Namjoon with a “boring” image (so most people don’t even remember him 🥲), chirpy popular!MC | f, a, s

🌷This is a classic fandom fic for this kind of trope and it’s actually one of the fics I first thought of when I got this ask. You get your stereotype nerd (also labeled as a “loser” by others) and one popular MC who gets the pretty but dumb and shallow image (she’s actually smart though). The dynamic and how these two seemingly mismatched characters, by society’s standards at least, get to develop their relationship is a wonderful process to witness (I guess I should put “slow burn” in the tags too).. As MC discovers more about Namjoon and how much she likes Namjoon, MC goes through this self-awareness and realization too. It’s nice to see her thought process because she is more than the glossy and glittering image people associated her with. Namjoon has this line about how we overthink things when we feel our actions do not align with our beliefs and we just need to be more self-aware about our limits and what we want. Okay I guess this is becoming a full review but if you like to see good character and relationship development between the nerd x popular trope, then this is such a great read =)

The Rich Man’s Crochet Club @kpopfanfictrash - one shot | 32.4k | College AU, virgin!Namjoon, comedy, crushing on OC | f, s

🌷This is really more of an OT7 fic to me? It felt like watching an American sitcom with this group of virgin guys as the lead characters and how they lost their v-card. In this episode, we focus on Namjoon as the only remaining virgin in the RMCC. It’s such a fun read to see how the boys draw up a “battle plan” for Namjoon. They kept putting these strategies that don’t seem to work only for them to realize that Namjoon just needs to be his nerdy self to get the girl. OC is kind of nerdy too so it was cute to see their few interactions (the boys’ reactions are making it so comedic tbh). The other members get a spin-off and we reunite with the gang later at Namjoon’s wedding to OC in The Monogamy Monologues (it’s a Jungkook story though)

Roast @dreamscript - one shot | 3.5k | College AU, accidental tutor!namjon, comedy (funny snapchats) | f

🌷Engineering major!Namjoon who goes into philosophical talks, blind date au of some sort, feat funny OT6, OC likes roasting people - something to read on days you want lighthearted scenarios

The Snow Globe Effect @gukyi - one shot | 10k | co-workers au, library au, librarian!namjoon and OC, snowed in, New Year au, Joon drabbles in rapping sometimes | f

🌷I realize I have this whole library of Christmas fics because I love the season but I don’t have one for New Year fics. I just love this nerdy Namjoon who’d randomly share trivia and random stuff like his talk about the weather and crabs - just so endearing! (if you like smart Namjoon, try author’s hogwarts Namjoon Tutor too. It’s more of E2L and some rivalry that led to snowball fights lol. Maybe not as nerdy as Snow Globe’s Namjoon 🥺 but I love a smart joon e2l fic)

Stick Me @geniusjjang - drabble | 3.2k | TA!Namjoon, Grad School!Namjoon, College AU, MC crushing on Namjoon and using stickers to get his attention 🥺, funny and cute | f

🌷 It’s just so timely that I keep seeing Problematic Men Namjoon clips all over my twitter feed and I imagine this drabble’s Namjoon looks and behaves like that. It’s just cute and awkward and OC is kind of weird haha but the approach worked so 🤷‍♀️

Strawberry Cake @watashijeon - one shot | Tutor!Namjoon, kinda bratty!OC, pwp, sort of established relationship (Namjoon and I are still asking lol) | s

🌷This is pwp but Namjoon gets a full description and backstory why he’s like this (military dad and a mom who likes romantic stuff) which I appreciate because you see the pair’s contrasting personality; then their porn-worthy sex is just sizzling hot and just so…them? The ditzy cutie and the duality of Namjoon.

Stuttering @moonlightchildz - one shot | 11.6k | Tutor!Namjoon who stutters a lot (and people make fun of this ☹️), Underground Rapper!Namjoon, Secret Identity | s, f

🌷Something I actually reblogged twice because I love this Namjoon and there are times I crave for rapper Joon. His nerdy but swag duality is just mesmerizing and I love that secret identity bit. This is Ddaeng!Namjoon and you can not change my mind

notes

This is not exhaustive and there are probably a lot of fics I’ve missed. I actually made a mental note the other day to include some fics I randomly remembered but when I was putting this together I couldn’t remember the titles (I am so sorry!). I will update this once I remember fics or if there are newly written ones =)

I also tried to put fics I've read on AO3 but I got a bit overwhelmed going through my bookmark collection so --- maybe another time 🙂.

🌷Feel free to chat with me about fics/fichunting asks =) 🌷posted: 2022 Oct 26 | updated: 🌷other fic recs lists

#ggukkiereadingcollection #namjoon x reader #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fic #namjoon smut #namjoon fluff #namjoon nerd au #nerd!namjoon #smart!namjoon #namjoon fic recs #bts fic recs #bts nerd au #namjoon fics

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outrogi · 11 months

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laura's joon recs

I’ve been reading fics in here nonstop way before I started this blog. It felt like a sin not compiling a list of some of the stories that I loved and hadn’t gotten around to sharing yet, a few of them safe in my drafts until I was ready to make this.

I will keep on adding onto this list as I keep finding stories I've read before and would love to share with you. Leave some love and appreciation to the authors if you can!

disclaimer: all stories that include mature themes will be labeled accordingly. DNI if you aren’t 18+

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S E R I E S guilty by @xjoonchildx ♡ ◦ mafia au, angst, fluff, smut

out of the woods by @angelicyoongie ◦ hybrid au, angst, fluff, light smut

O N E - S H O T S

there was a bug by @kimnjss ◦ roommates au, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, smut

forever rain by @ddaenggtan ♡ ◦ ghost reader au, mcd, light fluff, angst, smut

bloom by @hobidreams ◦ assassin au, florist joon, action, angst, fluff, smut

forbidden by @junghelioseok ◦ demon au, smut

not another holiday romance by @kpopfanfictrash ◦ one night stand, holiday au, fluff, smut warmth by @jincherie ◦ demon au, roommate au, fluff

give and take by @ddaenggtan ◦ mechanic au, fluff, smut

press play by @out-of-jams ♡ ◦ mcd, fluff, angst, implied smut

note #1: if any fic recommended is in hiatus, the author has yet to update or left altogether, please do not pester them with updates.

note #2: These are not all of my KNJ recs! There’s more with extensive commentary from me here and you can find more of my favorites here

#knj #namjoon angst #namjoon fluff #namjoon smut #namjoon recs #namjoon x reader #namjoon au #namjoon fics #bts x reader #bts au

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effortandmore · 2 months

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caught looking: chapter 1 (knj x ksj)

summary: of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. most of them boil down to this: kim namjoon will get fired from the kiwoom heroes after this season is over. he’s the kbo’s youngest manager in history, one of korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. or, namjoon is probably going to lose his job and seokjin is probably never going to make his dad proud, but they have a better shot at overcoming those two things together than they ever have alone.

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: this chapter is for everyone, but there is sex in later chapters, so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, smut

au: baseball, specifically the KBO

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? eventual smut of the gay variety.

hello! sometime last summer (i think) @ugh-yoongi kind of asked for a baseball fic? and it was going to be a namjoon x reader one-shot but then it turned into 60k namjin chaptered madness? idk if i will keep posting it here, but you can definitely read it on ao3 - i have no idea if it's the fic you wanted, jewel, but i hope it becomes a fic you needed :) thanks to jewel and to jess, @the-boy-meets-evil for peeking at this last night to make sure the vibes were good.

It’s a Friday night in April, and Seokjin is at a party.

It’s a party he doesn’t want to be at, but he’s never really had much of a choice in these sorts of things. He’s not there because of his job, although that’s what everyone might think. He’s there, of course, because of his father—the reason he was invited, the reason he was forced to attend.

He’s at a party and he’s wearing a nice suit. The party is more of a gala, a fundraiser for some charity no one here even knows the name of, he thinks. But he looks good in a suit. Even if he hates wearing them, he likes the second glances he gets from pretty men who’re ashamed of themselves.

He’s at a party, and Kim Namjoon is also here, and they don’t talk. Not with words, anyway. They run in the same circles and they see each other at things like this, and Namjoon might be the one person who gets as many leering looks from strangers as him.

He’s at a party, and he watches Kim Namjoon from across the room, in a suit as expensive as his own, looking tortured and handsome and every bit the protagonist. He wishes he were braver, that in this room full of expensive suits on cheap people that he could pull Namjoon away and say, “I feel like I know you.”

Or, “I think we could be friends.”

Or, “How dare you look better than me in Tom Ford.”

He’s at a party and he thinks the way that he looks at Namjoon is probably reflected back in the way Namjoon looks at him. Interested but guarded, a little suspicious.

He’s at a party, and he knows Namjoon has a reputation, and he knows he does, too. He knows that even if they don’t talk, they’ve said innumerable things about each other, and he wonders if they would have said different things if circumstances were different.

Of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. Most of them boil down to this: Kim Namjoon will get fired from the Kiwoom Heroes after this season is over. He’s the KBO’s youngest manager in history, one of Korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built.

On one hand, Seokjin thinks it’s gross that people are giddy about it—hates that there are people happy to see someone struggling as long as it’s not them. It’s hard to know what to believe, really, because he knows Namjoon is respected. Respected by everyone in Korean baseball, respected by the press, by players. Seokjin’s own father hand picked him to lead the Heroes out of their historic slump… It just hasn’t worked out that way. And if there’s one thing Seokjin knows about this sport, it’s that loyalty will take you pretty far, but winning (and by association, money) will take you farther.

On the other hand, Kim Namjoon (by all accounts), thinks Seokjin is a spoiled, entitled brat even though they’ve never spoken. So, fuck him. Let them eat cake, or whatever.

He’s at a party, spending far too much time considering Kim Namjoon and the way his ass looks in designer pants, when Min Yoongi approaches him with an unexpected proposition and he doesn't know what to think.

“It’s been forever, hasn’t it?”

“Seems like it, yeah,” Seokjin acknowledges.

“Still working for beom-jwe doo?” Yoongi teases.

He laughs, more genuine than polite. The laugh he’s always been told to “tone down.” It’s rare anyone would call the team that to his face. Yoongi’s willingness to be blunt has always been one of Seokjin’s favorite things about him. “Yoongichi, no one’s been arrested this season.”

“It’s April,” he deadpans.

It gets another laugh out of Seokjin. “True,” he says. “But I’m sure the Bears’ arrest records aren’t what you actually wanted to talk about.”

Yoongi gives a nod, motions with his head to the side of the room. It doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s moving as far away from Jin’s boss and his boss’ boss as he can get. “How much?” he says.

“Sorry, what?”

“How much,” he repeats, “to get you to come work for Kiwoom?”

It takes Seokjin by surprise. With everything he’s heard about the state of the team—the surely imminent firing of Yoongi’s right hand man, the animosity in the clubhouse, the tension between ownership and literally everyone else (including Yoongi)—Seokjin figured he would be looking for his own way out, not trying to fortify his front office team. But Min Yoongi is smart, a savant even. He wouldn’t offer if he weren’t serious and Seokjin knows he wouldn’t be serious without a reason.

“I’m listening… but why me?”

“I know what you did in the offseason for Doosan,” he says. “Picking up Kwon? With the numbers he was posting in Japan?”

“He has a skill we needed,” Seokjin says vaguely.

“And Jung?”

It’s met with a smirk. “Same skill.”

Yoongi gives Seokjin his favorite smile, the one that he used to give in college, the one that shows all his teeth and makes him look like a kid in a candy store. “I figured it out,” he says. “But you have the numbers.” He taps the side of Jin’s head gently. “You have everything up here and I want that for Kiwoom. I want you for Kiwoom.”

“Need someone to keep your baby manager in line?” It hasn’t escaped him that Namjoon is watching them carefully from near the bar, unable to school his face, betraying his own curiosity.

This, at least, makes Yoongi laugh. “Namjoon is good,” he says. “He’s doing his best with no money and my inability to convince ownership to give him what he needs.”

“Yeah,” Seokjin agrees. “That’s what it seems like from the outside. I think I could help.”

“I think you could, too.”

“But what’s in it for me? Doosan is a sure bet, Yoongi.”

“So, you want to be an assistant to the assistant general manager forever?” He fixes Seokjin with a skeptical look. “You and I both know you can do so much more.”

He’s right. He also has no idea what it’s like to be Kim Seokjin. He can do more. He could probably run one of these teams in his sleep. He’s breathed and dreamed baseball since he was a kid, but the right kind of opportunities in this business always come with strings attached when your dad is one of the more notable figures in the sport. And on top of that, Seokjin has always been careful to avoid the perception of nepotism. He wants everyone to know how hard he works, and that anything he gets is because he put in the effort. Not because his dad handed it to him. Not that his efforts are rewarded—people will think what they want no matter what.

“A promotion?”

“Vice president of baseball operations. You’ll do everything you do for Doosan, but the title is better, the money is better, and you’ll report directly to me.”

Seokjin almost chokes on his beer. “Seriously?” he hisses. “Don’t fuck with me, Yoongi.”

“Seriously.”

“What will Namjoon-ssi think? He doesn’t like me, you know. Thinks I’ve skated by on nepotism and good looks.” The world of the KBO is small. He knows what people say behind his back.

Yoongi hums in thought. “I think you’ll be good for each other. You could both learn a lot from a different approach.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Seokjin says flatly.

“I know. But I think you already know the answer. It won’t be easy, but if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

And as much as he’s afraid to know the answer, he has to ask the question. “Does my dad know you’re coming to me with this?”

“Yes. He didn’t like it. Said you wouldn’t either, but he knows you’re good at what you do, and he trusts me if I say we need you.”

There it is, the seemingly blind faith that Yoongi’s had since university. They met their freshman year in a sports management lecture. Yoongi had trouble keeping his mouth shut when basic concepts were mansplained to everyone in the class by pretty much anyone in a fraternity, and Seokjin had trouble not laughing each time someone had the audacity to challenge him. Almost immediately, they became friends, and stayed that way while they both navigated working in the “real world.” Seokjin got hired on quickly because he had connections, but Yoongi did it all himself. He’s young for what he does, really young, but he’s always worked harder than anyone Seokjin knows and had a preternatural ability to take advantage of even the slightest opportunities. It makes sense, he thinks, that Yoongi had pushed Jin’s dad to hire Kim Namjoon—also young, ambitious, and willing to do whatever it takes. Maybe it makes sense that he’d want to hire Seokjin, too.

“You’re going to have the youngest front office in the league,” Seokjin points out.

“A little bit older with you joining us,” he replies teasingly.

“I promise I’ll think about it,” Seokjin replies before he takes the last swallow of his beer. “But you know I can’t play middleman for you and my dad, right? If that’s what this is, tell me now so neither of us regret it later. He listens to me less than he listens to you.”

Yoongi nods slowly. “I know. It’s not that. I’ll handle your dad if you handle Namjoon.”

That gives Seokjin pause. “Not sure you’re selling it the way you think you are, Yoongichi.”

“Hey,” Yoongi calls as Seokjin starts to walk away. “I’ll let you call me that all season if you take the gig.”

This is how Seokjin finds himself at a sports bar a week later, sitting across the table from Kim Namjoon, getting all but ignored.

Yoongi, to his credit, is trying. However, his desire for Seokjin to “handle” Namjoon is starting to feel a little fruitless at this point. They’ve been at the table for almost thirty minutes and Namjoon has barely said two words to Seokjin the entire time. Only a, “Hyung didn’t tell me you would be here,” before he shrugged off his jacket and slumped into the booth across from Yoongi and Seokjin, picking at the label of his beer bottle listlessly.

“Anyway,” Yoongi clears his throat. “I wanted you both here because we offered Seokjin a job, and it’s important to the team that we understand how well the two of you could work together.”

Namjoon laughs, but it’s bitter and fake. Seokjin does his best to bite his tongue. Fortunately (or not, maybe), Yoongi does no such thing.

“What is your problem?” he hisses at Namjoon.

“Me?” Namjoon looks incredulous and he sits up straighter. “My problem?” The older two sit and wait for him to continue, the vein in his neck starting to poke out and the peeling of the label of his beer bottle getting more aggressive. “My problem is that you,” he points at Yoongi, “said you’d have my back. You said you’d tell ‘Dictator Kim’ no. You said you’d help this team, and instead, you’re bowing down to him, trying to hire Kim Seokjin of all people.” Namjoon finishes with a scoff and a swig of his labelless beer before setting it back down harshly on the table.

It’s baffling, honestly, because Seokjin can count the number of times he’s actually met or spoken to Namjoon on one hand. On just the three important fingers of one hand, even. They don’t even know each other, so there’s no reason for Namjoon to say his name like it’s a curse.

Even though he knew theoretically that Namjoon didn’t like him, it’s another thing to hear the man himself admit to it. He’s sure he looks a little shocked, he can feel the tips of his ears turning pink with embarrassment. He’s used to people assuming things about him—he’s spoiled, rich, careless and carefree—none of which are really true, but he’s not used to people seemingly hating him off the bat. He’s very charming. Everyone says so. It’s very hard not to want to crawl away and sulk about this just enough as is appropriate for an adult working professional. He likes people to like him. There are worse complexes to have.

Meanwhile, Yoongi looks unimpressed. “Are you done?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” Namjoon huffs.

“Well. Let’s set some things straight. First, this isn’t a democracy, so if I say we’re going to hire him, we’re going to hire him, and you,” he points at Namjoon in a mirror of the other’s action earlier, “will figure out a way to play nice.”

Seokjin hears Namjoon suck in a breath.

“And second,” Yoongi continues, “I am doing all those things. I do have your back. I’m probably the only person in the front office who doesn’t think you should lose your job. And so you know, his dad didn’t want me to hire him. Tried to talk me out of it, actually.” Seokjin winces at this, but Yoongi just keeps going. “But my job is to convince him to let me do what’s right for the team, and hiring Seokjin is the right thing to do. He’s brilliant. You’ve seen what he’s been doing at Doosan. They have a shot at going all the way, Joon. We need that. You need that if you want to have a job next season. So, how about you let me do my job, and I’ll do my best to make sure you can keep doing yours.”

Yoongi doesn’t let his gaze break from Namjoon, who now looks a little sheepish across from them. Finally, the manager speaks. “Okay, let’s give it a shot.”

“And?” Yoongi leads.

“And thank you, hyung. And sorry Seokjin-ssi. I’ll be professional in our relationship from now on. I apologize.”

Honestly, Seokjin’s not even that mad. Maybe having someone be skeptical of him is better than getting fake admiration from people who just want something from him. It doesn’t feel great, but at least they’re starting from a place of honesty. There’s something to be said for knowing where you stand, he supposes.

“Don’t worry about it,” he offers. “If I take the job, I’ll work very hard to earn your trust, and to help you and your team be successful.”

Namjoon mutters something under his breath, and while Seokjin doesn’t hear it, Yoongi grins. “I think you should say it louder, Joonie,” he teases.

“I said, Ithinkyoushouldtakethejob.” His head is tucked down and he mumbles all his words in a rush, but Jin hears it this time. A little louder he adds, “You’ve done an okay job at Doosan. Can’t all be luck.”

“Thank you, I’ll consider it,” Jin replies, amused, giving Yoongi a look. Considering where they started the night, “an okay job” feels like a pretty strong endorsement, relatively speaking.

The conversation slows from there, Namjoon with his proverbial tail tucked, Yoongi and Jin moving on to talk about all the old college friends, players, and front office staff they know in common. It only gets a little awkward again when Yoongi asks about Jin’s ex-boyfriend.

“How’s Seungwook?” he asks.

Namjoon perks a little at that. “Baek Seungwook? Star hitter for the Giants Baek Seungwook?”

Seokjin swallows his beer and nods. “Yeah… an old friend we went to university with,” he says, shooting Yoongi a look. Seokjin doesn’t discuss being gay with most people who work in baseball. It’s bad enough to be a gay man in Korea, it’s worse to be one who works in sports. “I haven’t really spoken to him in a while,” he adds. “Haven’t been down to Busan yet this season.”

Fortunately, Yoongi doesn’t push it. “Ah, well, that’s too bad. He seems like a nice guy.”

Seokjin barely stops himself from rolling his eyes, but before he can say something he shouldn’t, Namjoon chimes in. “Really, hyung? Every time we play them, he’s such a dick. If you ask me, he’s probably being an asshole to cover for something. Small cock syndrome, you know?”

Yoongi laughs and Seokjin gives a surprised smile. Maybe working with Kim Namjoon wouldn’t be so bad. Apparently he can read people well, anyway.

That night, when Seokjin gets home, his roommate is still awake, files strewn across the dining room table and coffee in front of him.

“It’s late,” Seokjin comments, toeing off his shoes at the door. He realizes just now he forgot to tell his roommate he’d be out after work—he should have messaged. If it hadn’t been strictly work, he probably would have invited his friend along. “Sorry I’m so late, I hope you’re not up for me.”

“No, it’s not you. I’ve got a patient I can’t figure out,” Hoseok replies. It’s cheerier than someone neck deep in work at one in the morning should sound.

“You’ve always liked a mystery.” He shuffles past his roommate to get water from the purifier in the kitchen. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out soon.”

Hoseok sighs and looks up. He looks tired, bags under his eyes from the long hours he’s been putting in. His new job as the only surgical vet at an animal shelter is taking a toll on him, but overall, it seems like it’s been a good change. He makes a little less money than he did at the last clinic he worked at, but he says he feels like he’s really helping in a way he wasn’t before. “What about you?” he asks, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re out late.”

“Ah, had drinks with Min Yoongi.”

This seems to pique Hoseok’s curiosity. He turns around in his chair to fully face Seokjin. “A meeting with Min Yoongi? What about?”

“I didn’t say it was a meeting, I said it was drinks.”

“Please, hyung. I may not be a KBO bigshot, but I know how you do business.”

“In slightly questionable sports bars in Myeongdong at midnight?”

“Exactly.”

Seokjin slides into a chair across from Hoseok and sighs. “Remember that fundraiser I went to last week? Yoongi was there, too. He offered me a job.”

“At Kiwoom?”

“Of course at Kiwoom, he’s not really authorized to offer me a job with the Wiz or the Eagles, is he?” He’s lucky Hoseok knows him so well and won't take his sarcasm as anything other than a joke.

Hoseok puts down the file he’s been holding and seems to consider what his roommate is saying. “I thought you didn’t want to work for your dad.”

And there it is, the thing he’s been struggling with. He doesn’t really want to work for his dad’s team, doesn’t want to think his promotion is nepotism, knows exactly what it’ll look like on the outside, to everyone who doesn’t know that as much as he doesn’t want to work for Kim Minjun, his father wants Seokjin working there even less. “I don’t, but it’s Min Yoongi. And… I don’t know, Hobi, maybe I could use a change. Things have been… difficult the last couple of months.”

His roommate reaches out and rubs his forearm soothingly. Hoseok is the only one who knows everything, the one who watched him go through a bad relationship with Seungwook and an even worse break up. The only one, except apparently Min Yoongi, who knows that for all the good he’s done for Doosan, he’ll never get promoted there—the ownership hates his dad, thinks they’re rivals, got upset with the front office when they realized a “Kiwoom Kim'' had been hired into their organization. Hobi’s the only one who has heard all the stories of the old men who work with him whispering about Seokjin in the halls, talking about how he’s just a pretty face, just a stuck up rich kid. Talking about how his father probably planted him there to steal information.

If only they knew that Minjun didn’t want him either.

If he let himself feel his feelings like Hoseok says he should, he’d be sad and feeling unwanted: not good enough for Seungwook, not good enough for Doosan, not good enough for his own father.

“A change might be good for you,” Hoseok affirms.

“I’ll never get what I want at Doosan,” Seokjin agrees. What he doesn’t say are the four things he really wants. He wants to work with people that believe in him, to prove to his father that he’s worthy, to have a new office phone number so Seungwook can’t leave angry drunk voicemail for him anymore, and to bring in a little extra money to help out with the apartment. Hoseok works so hard, and Seokjin knows he feels guilty about contributing less on his shelter salary than he used to. He’d like for his best friend to worry less and sleep more.

“Respect.” Hoseok says it with finality. “Do you think you’ll get it at Kiwoom?”

“I know I won’t get it at Doosan, so maybe I should try,” Seokjin replies with a sigh.

Hoseok nods. “And,” he says with a grin, “their manager is super fucking hot.”

Seokjin chokes on his water, and for the second time that night feels the tips of his ears turn pink. “Kim Namjoon?”

“Yeah, I mean, have you seen him? Tall and thick, and you know on the off chance that they win and you see him smile?” Hoseok practically swoons. “The dimples.”

Of course Seokjin knows this, he’s gay and has a pulse. “You don’t follow sports, Hobi,” is the weak response he comes up with.

“I’m not blind, though,” Hoseok counters, and it’s a good point. Namjoon is everyone’s type—almost three meters tall, has a publicly documented habit of going to the gym at all hours of the day and night and the build to show for it. He’s got a sharp jaw, a cute nose, and trench-deep dimples that split his cheeks on the rare occasion he smiles. It’s just that… Well, Kim Namjoon is kind of an asshole, and if tonight was any indication, working with him might be hard enough to counteract any or all of his hotness. Even when he wasn’t actively being an asshole, he wasn’t exactly bubbly.

It’s not like he’s oozing charm. Which is what Seokjin tells Hoseok.

“When’s the last time you even spoke to him?” Hoseok asks. “I didn’t know you really knew each other.”

“He was at the bar tonight.” Seokjin says it with all the nonchalance he can muster, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t now thinking about the way Namjoon’s biceps flexed under his shirt sleeves while he picked at his beer. Or the way he brushed his (soft-looking and very shiny) hair off his face in a nervous habit. Or the sharp line of his jaw when he clenched it in annoyance. God. Maybe Seokjin just really needs to get laid. It’s been way too long, and sex with Seungwook was never as satisfying as he told his ex that it was. If he’d been getting a good dicking, he wouldn’t be thinking about hot asshole Kim Namjoon. Or he’d at least just be thought of as “potential co-worker asshole” Kim Namjoon.

“You’re blushing,” Hoseok says, clearly amused.

“Am not,” he counters like a grownup.

“Fine. But you can’t argue he’s not hot.”

“He’s an asshole.”

Hoseok just laughs. “Well, if Seungwook was any indication, sounds like Namjoon might be your type.”

He doesn’t even want to justify that with a response. If Hobi had been in the bar earlier, had seen what Seokjin saw, he wouldn’t even bring up Namjoon’s good looks. “Too soon, Hobi,” is what he says, standing up from the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“It’s been six months,” his roommate says, tone softer. “I’m teasing you about Kim Namjoon, but maybe you should consider getting back out there with someone.”

And of course he’s thought about it. Almost downloaded dating apps, found himself scoping out possibilities at his favorite bar in Itaewon more than once. It’s just that he doesn’t really feel worthy, and a random one-night stand with a guy who only fucks him because he’s pretty and then leaves at the earliest opportunity probably isn’t going to do much for his self-esteem. Maybe he’s a romantic. Maybe even after everything, he wants a relationship again, but healthy this time. Wants to feel valued and trusted and cared for. It’s not much to ask for, and it’s so much to want at the same time. It’s also too late (or early at this point) at night to say all that to his roommate, especially because Hoseok probably already knows.

“I’ll think about it,” he says instead.

“That’s all I can ask for. Goodnight, hyung.”

“Goodnight, Hobi.”

Seokjin slips under his sheets after a shower. His mind is still whirling after meeting with Yoongi and Namjoon. It could be a terrible idea to go work for the team his dad owns. Especially if what Yoongi says is true and Minjun didn’t want to hire him. At least his eomma would be happy, anyway. She’s always wanted Seokjin and Minjun on the same team—literally and figuratively. And then there’s the Namjoon problem, Namjoon who would only work with Seokjin begrudgingly, who seems to think he’s just the pretty, rich kid that skates on by.

With a sigh, he resists the urge to rub his hands over his face (not after completing his skincare routine—he’s this pretty for a reason, after all). He thinks about what his roommate said, about maybe needing to put himself out there. And he may not be ready to dive into dating again, but this is one way he can put himself out there that might be a little less scary. At the end of the day, no matter who signs his paychecks, this is baseball. And Seokjin probably isn’t the world’s best boyfriend or roommate or son, but he’s pretty fucking good at understanding baseball. And he knows he can help Kiwoom. And if he can do it for a bigger paycheck while also maybe gaining his father’s respect and escaping the judgmental stares of the old, stuffy men in the front office at Doosan?

Maybe there’s not much to lose.

Before he can change his mind, he opens Katalk and sends a message to Yoongi.

I’m in. How soon can I start?

#seokjin fic #namjoon fics #namjoon x seokjin fic #seokjin fanfiction #namjoon imagine #namjin #kvanity #bts fic #bts imagines #bts writing

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thekaykery · 5 months

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Chimni

Ruler: Park Jimin

Crystal: Aquamarine

Capital: Quamari (qua-mar-ree)

Society

Like Sugaru, Chimni also closely follows Armi, keeping the Continent safe with ancient magic the Seers possess. It is a common practice to bless newborns with Armi's luck to let fate guide them as they grow. The people of Chimni are lucky because of this, which sometimes gets them into trouble when visiting other countries. Chimnians are positive and hopeful, a little stubborn too. Peace and harmony are the foundations of every household. The youth are respectful towards their elders. They keep the youth in check, which is why violence is a rare occurrence. Chimni is additionally a popular vacation spot. Its glittering cities and delightful scenery draw people in from other countries and lands, as it is a wonderful place to live out one's golden years.

Economy

Chimni profits from ore in the mountains, such as silver, copper, steel, and iron. The main treasure, however, are the precious gems within the caves. Aquamarine, diamond, and emerald are the 3 native crystals. They are sent out to jewelers and craftsmen across the Continent. There is another crystal as well. It is rare and can be found deep within Chimni's lakes: Omala. It is said to have healing properties. Freshwater fish is another source of income, in addition with grain and livestock.

Environment & Climate

Since Chimni is about halfway through the Continent, it experiences all kinds of weather: Heavy rain, high winds, scorching heat. An occasional winter storm will blow through from Joonia and Kooju. For most of the year, Chimni is gently warm with momentary cold flashes. Mountains and forests are littered across Chimni, lakes and rivers mapping the land. In northern Chimni, the soil is brittle and dry because of the cold. Further south, it is moist and fertile.

Jimin as High Seer

Background

Born to a human mother and High Fae father, Jimin did not have a nice childhood. He was often mocked, called “halfbreed” and “impure.” Because of this, Jimin struggled with his self-esteem and confidence growing up. He began loving himself for who he is in the early part of his first century of life. Losing his mother was incredibly tough. When his father tired of ruling Chimni, Jimin took the helm and became High Seer. The adjustment was difficult. Most of the fae turned their backs on him. The humans, however, loved him, thankful that their new leader understood them. His mother, nicknamed Mother of the Seer, is often included in their prayers. They are grateful to her for blessing the country with a half-human ruler.

Personality

Jimin is a kind and gentle soul. His relationship with his people is important to him. Though his connections with the fae are tenuous, Jimin is close with his human subjects. These are his mother’s people. Jimin is eternally thankful they accepted him. He can be mischievous at times, and his teasing can get him into trouble. He is handsome, and Jimin wields it to his advantage, alluring women and flustering men alike. He is headstrong and brave. Jimin is close with High Priest Yoongi of Sugaru. Yoongi is Armi’s direct voice, and Jimin occasionally receives visions from her. Some are vague; others are clear. Due to Jimin’s gift, this allows Chimni and Sugaru to have a dexterous relationship.

Hierarchy of the Seers

High Seer/Seeress

Seer/Seeress

Novice

Acolyte

Strongest branches of militia

Although the Continent is at peace, each country has prepared forces ready for battle. These forces are for external invasion rather than internal. Chimni's strongest battalion is the aria (airforce). Since a small portion of Chimni is shared with the sea, it is an unlikely place of intrusion. Air patrols are vital to the safety of Chimni and its people.

Religion

Like Sugaru, Chimnians mainly practice armina. This is most common in human households. Other religions – catallia, jedwa, ismala, and lukana – are also present and practiced. The fae previously worshiped Armi, but after her death, they stopped and forgot her.

Important locations

Will be added

portrait done by @winterofherdiscontent

#bts #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #namjoon #namjoon fics #seokjin #seokjin fics #yoongi #yoongi fics #hoseok #hoseok fics #jimin #jimin fics #taehyung #taehyung fics #jungkook #jungkook fics

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sweetiereads · 1 year

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dreamlike letters ; bangtan monthly fics

hi loves! welcome to the masterpost of my monthy reads. they are primarily bts fics, as they are my ult group. but there are some members sprinkled in there from other kpop groups too. be sure to send the authors your love and support ♡

❥ january / 2023 ❥ february / 2023 ❥ march / 2023 ❥ april / 2023 ❥ may / 2023 ❥ june / 2023

#bts fics #seokjin fics #yoongi fics #hoseok fics #namjoon fics #jimin fics #taehyung fics #jungkook fics #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts imagines #sweetieguk

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namjooningelsewhere · 2 years

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Forever, We Said | (Teaser)

➸Banner by the very talented Nixie @highly-functioning-mitochondria

➸Pairing : Kim Namjoon x Chan-Mi (Named Reader)

➸Genre: Angst ( you can multiply this a million times), Fluff ( A whole lot of it) smut. arrange marriage au, childhood lovers au.

➸Summary : "The heart is stubborn, It holds onto love despite what sense and emotion tells it." -Alessandra Torre.

You promised each other forever, You naive enough to believe that love was all you needed, And he was naive enough to believe that his billionaire parents would easily welcome you in their home because their son loved you. Until one day, Everything fell apart and the forever faded into nothingness throwing you into an endless pain and him into endless anger.

➸Rating : 18+

➸Word Count : tbc

➸Warnings : explicit sexual content, Mentions of shower sex, heavy makeouts, a little bit of fingering, unprotected sex, breast play, dirty talk, a hell lot of neck kisses (shes weak for them), mentions of blowjob, a little bit of bickering, swearing , Crying, self doubt, the reader passes out , a lot of pain , heavy drinking involved. Namjoon chooses alchohol to deal with his pain. Yelling , shouting, A lot of Fighting, Joon is angry all the time, Pain, pain and pain. They go through a lot. ( I will include the rest of the warnings while posting it.)

➸A/N : First of all a big big thankyou to Nixie @highly-functioning-mitochondria for making this absolutely stunning banner, Like i said this banner has my heart, You made my fic infintely special. Thankyou babe, Sending you the biggest hugs and lot of love.

Nikki, My angel @xpeachesncream Thankyou for letting me discuss this fic with you, You have been so patient and all ears when i yell about this fic to you. The biggest thankyou and big big big hug. Thankyou my love<3

So this fic was supposed to be posted on Joon's birthday, But work is hectic af and i barely have the time, And it is going to be this way for a while since its the last quarter of the year. This fic is really special to me, And yes its going to hurt a lot. Like a lot. This is the angstiest fic ive ever written. This fic had my heart and soul so i hope you guys like it too<3

➸Release Date : Saturday, 15th October.

➸Taglist : If you want to be added in the taglist, Send me an ask or just comment on this teaser post.

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thirstybtsthoughts · 1 year

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LMAO I JUST REALISED THAT I SENT A RESUEST PUBLICLY! Ignore it please, this one will be better 😭

I was asking for any namjoon fics recs, with bondage/ sub joon, anything bdsm! It’s so hard to find as a joon stan 😭

-🧝‍♀️

That surprises me! I would have thought there’s loads of Joon and BDSM fics out there! Though ig if you’re looking for Sub Joon, they’re a little harder to find!

Anyone have any recs?

#asks #anon #bts #fic recs #Namjoon fics #🧝‍♀️#🧝‍♀️ anon

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euphoricfilter · 7 months

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.　 . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist

31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

please read the warnings for each chapter!!

･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.

☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play

tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding

tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia

tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink

tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration

tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports

tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming

tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation

tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting

tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering

tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink

tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex

tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting

☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use

☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking

☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism

☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism

☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo

☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play

☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play

☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari

☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator

☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing

☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink

☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge

☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink

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curryshesus · 6 months

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bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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hellbornsworld · 3 months

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATION (10) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧

💚 Banter | Superhero!Jungkook X Supervillain!Reader | OneShot | @littlemisskookie

💚 Send Me a Pic | Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @74jeon

💚 new beginnings | Ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | OneShot | @nochukoo97

💚 LOVE ON ICE | Jungkook × reader | OneShot | @btsbrat

💚 heajix | jungkook/reader | alien!au | OneShot | @httpjeon

💚 Our Time | Detective!Jk x Graphic Designer!OC | OneShot | @taestefully-in-luv

💚 please please PLEASE! | JK X Reader | Drabble | @aajjks

💚 domestic daydreams | influencer jungkook x f. reader | OneShot | @euphoricfilter

💚 the right choice | college student! jk x college student! oc | OneShot | @honeytae

💚 Eye-Opener | Jungkook x Reader | Series | @taeshobipop

💚 paid in full | StepBrother!JK X Reader | Series | @trivia-yandere

💚 white lies | athlete!jungkook x reader | OneShot | @noteguk

💚 Secret Slut | Personal Assistant!Jungkook x CEO!Reader | TwoShot | @jeonsweetpea

💚 Marked Kisses | Yandere!JK X Reader | Series | @74jeon

💚 tis the damn season’ | jungkook x reader | @jqngkooz

💚 WELCOME TO THE HEARTBREAK SHOW | kind-of-tsundere!jungkook x female!reader | OneShot | @numinousher

💚 Home for the Holidays | idol!Jungkook x female reader | OneShot | @writemywaytoyourheart

💚 closer | dongsaeng jungkook × noona reader | OneShot | @blublublujk

💚 Everything In You | Jungkook x f. Reader | OneShot | @jjungkookislife

💚 pent up stress | husband!jungkook x wife!reader | OneShot | @rrjkive

💚 How to Get a Guy. | Jungkook x Reader | TwoShot | @taeshobipop

💚 Chasing Shadows | Jungkook x f.Reader | OneShot | @colormepurplex2

💚 PROPOSALS | Jeongguk x reader | OneShot | @pjxmin

💚 Something Wicked This Way Comes | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @softyoongiionly

💚 La Belle et la Bête | Jungkook X Reader | OneShot | @chaoticpuff17

💚 I Don't Share | Idol!Jeon Jungkook x Back up Dancer!fem reader | OneShot | @atinystraynstay

💚 holi-blaze | dealer!jeon jungkook x (f)reader | Series | @darklingjeon

💚 desperation | jungkook x reader | OneShot | @jungkwok

💚 Workaholic | ceo!jungkook x wife!reader | TwoShot | @kookxmira

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kpopfanfictrash · 5 months

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Jingle All the Way Collaboration

Coming your way this holiday season! Whether you've been naughty or nice, you'll have seven fics to unwrap by @kpopfanfictrash , @leahsfavefics , @kithtaehyung , @yoonia , @cybrsan and @sugaurora.

All second chance romance. All holiday themed. All attempting to utilize the same quote: "The holidays aren't so bad with you around." Come down the chimney, embrace your inner Vixen, and warm up this season with the Jingle All the Way collab!

Content Creator: all amazing banners are made by the truly spectacular @kithtaehyung!!

(Links to be added as fics are posted)

Title: The Ten Days of Ex-Mas

Author: @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; hockey player au, second chance au, oh noo there was only one bed

Summary: Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.

Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

Posting Date: December 19th, 2023

Title: All I Want for Christmas is Joon

Author: @leahsfavefics

Pairing: art historian!Namjoon x art historian!reader (f)

Rating/genre: m (18+) angst, fluff, smut, second chance au

Summary: You have had a rough year following the mutual break up with your grad school sweetheart. On a whim, you book a spontaneous trip to Europe for the holidays to help get you out of the funk you’re in and assert your independence. It would be great, if it weren’t for the fact that you keep bumping into your ex boyfriend.

Posting Date: December 21st, 2023

Title: Back to December

Author: @kithtaehyung

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; brother’s best friend au, wedding au, second chance au

Summary: Ever since you left town to pursue your dreams, life has fast forwarded into one big blur. so when you hit pause to attend your brother’s wedding exactly three years later, your brain instinctively resets and rewinds. because you have to spend it with the very person that had been there at the start. the one person you regret leaving behind.

Posting Date: TBD

Title: A Christmas Fix

Author: @yoonia

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+), secret baby au, s2l au, fake dating au on the side (more on that later)

Summary: One-night stands are supposed to be nothing more than just. It shouldn’t have involved seeing those two red lines looking back at you weeks later without a name or a contact number linking you back to your mystery man. Nothing more but his face. The unforgettable face that would sometimes appear in your dreams at night. So unforgettable that you immediately recognise him the moment he walks into your family home at Christmas, hand-in-hand with your older stepsister.

Title: Everwinter

Author: @kithtaehyung

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; ex-fwb 2 lovers au, second chance au

Summary: You told him you loved him, and that was a mistake. Because years later, you both meet up with your old friend group for a holiday trip, and neither of you have forgotten that.

Posting Date: TBD

Title: Miracle of the Season

Author: @cybrsan

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; angel au, second chance au

Summary: Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, a familiar face pops up and you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Posting Date: December 29th, 2023

Title: A Porn Star's Guide to the Holidays

Author: @sugaurora

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); smut; second chance au

Summary: Jung Hoseok was your first love, a relationship that ended only because your post-high school dreams led you down two very different paths. Yours brought you to Jeon Jungkook, an innovative talent agent promising to produce the most well-loved adult entertainment artists of the era. And that’s how you became an erotic market darling, doing just about everything from outdoor gangbangs to golden showers and a long list of kinks in between.

Ten years later and you’re ready to find a new path, celebrating your exit from the business with one last appearance at the biggest adult industry convention of the year. Only when you arrive, you find yourself unexpectedly face-to-face with your high school sweetheart. Suddenly, you’re forced to confront where the years have taken you and feelings that may have never quite gone away.

What’s a former porn star to do?

Posting Date: TBD

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badbtssmut · 5 months

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You go to an illegal underground sex party downtown and meet seven guys who fuck you too good.

Contains: Riding, missionary, crying tears of pleasure, pussy DP, overstimulation, mid air fucking, wall fucking, blowjobs, mention of other people having sex, rough sex, slow sex, y/n loves sex, anal with mention of it hurting before it feels good, one sentence of it ‘hurting good’, squirting, disassociating cause it feels so good, squirting, multiple members cumming in y/n, vibrator being used on y/n

Admin note: this is so fucking long, enjoy ;)

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Jin

“Am I your first tonight?” The man, whose name tag said ‘Jin’ asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “First time being in this kinda place too.” You internally scolded yourself— why did you have to tell him that?

“You are beautiful.” He commented.

You laughed softly.

He smiled.

The two of you were alone in a small room. There were some sex toys and bondage equipment on the wall, and a massage table in the middle of the room. It was dimly lit and had a soft and sensual feeling to it. You were sitting on the older man’s lap on the red couch, his hands already exploring your body. You could feel his hardness beneath you.

“I’d love to see you ride me. Do you think you can do that for me, sweetheart?” Jin asked as he started to kiss your neck.

“Yes.” You breathed out.

Moments later, the both of you were undressed. “Mm, so big!” You shuddered as you pushed down on his length, his fingers squeezed into your sides as he guided you down.

Once he was all the way in, you placed your hands on his chest for balance as you started to ride him. He let out a groan, his hands roaming up and down your body, before finally cupping your breasts. He sat up and wrapped an arm around you, kissing your chest and sucking on your nipples. You held onto his head and kept riding him.

The older man started to thrust into you, and you cried out. His pace quickened, and his other hand found its way to your clit. He rubbed your sensitive bud, and you started to lose yourself to the pleasure.

You whimpered and moaned, the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoing through the room. In the distance, blaring music was heard, and it sounded like the couple next to this room were having a go at it as well.

“I’m so lucky to be the first to pound into this pretty pussy… you feel so good around me, baby.” He grunted, slowing down his pace to savor the moment.

You couldn't form any coherent thoughts, your body was buzzing, and your skin was tingling. Your nails dug into his back, and you were sure you left marks on him.

“Come here…” He nudged you off his lap. “Go lay down for me, mm, just like that.”

You laid on your back, legs spread apart. He moved himself between them, he held onto his shaft as he entered you again, slowly and teasingly. He watched as you writhed underneath him, his hand snaking down to your clit once more.

You arched your back, the sensation was almost too much to bear. His cock filling you up and his fingers circling your sensitive nub. The man had a devilish grin on his face, enjoying the view of your body wriggling under him. He started to thrust faster, his hips pounding against yours, his length going deeper and deeper.

Jin leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his tongue slid into your mouth, and you gladly sucked on it. His other hand was on the side of your face, keeping you in place.

It was almost suffocating, the weight of his body on yours, his tongue dominating your mouth, his shaft buried deep within you, and his fingers stimulating you.

Your moans were muffled as the man above you kissed you, his hips not slowing down.

Jin let out a muffled grunt as he spilled into you, and you felt excitement rush through your body at the idea of him filling you up.

“Your cock feels so good! Mmm, please don’t stop. You feel so good inside me, fuck!” You winced, biting down on your bottom lip as you neared your release.

The man above you gave you one more hard thrust and rubbed your clit roughly, pushing you over the edge. You came, your body quivering as he continued to move inside of you, helping you ride out your high.

He slowed his pace, his length slipping out of you. He groaned as he rubbed himself, before he came all over your belly.

Yoongi and Hoseok

“Ah! Ah!” You winced, squeezing your eyes shut. Yoongi’s pace was slow, and the way he slowly filled your pussy drove you insane. Being filled up inch by inch was an amazing feeling. Your pussy stretched, but it felt so good. When you felt something poke against your cheek, you opened your eyes and saw a hard cock in your face.

You parted your lips and took in Hoseok’s cock. You moaned, sending vibrations through his cock. He groaned and tangled his hand in your hair, holding your head as he pumped in and out of your mouth. You sucked on him, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to lick and tease him.

Yoongi continued his slow thrusts. You clenched around him, wanting him to go faster. Instead, he just chuckled, enjoying your whine when he pulled almost all the way out and went back in. He teased you, slowly filling you back up. Your whine was cut off by Hoseok pulling out of your mouth. He rubbed the tip along your lips and you kissed it, letting your tongue slide against the head, before he pushed it into your mouth again. Hoseok’s hand roamed to your breasts and he started kneading it and pinching the nipple. You gasped and arched your back, pushing your breast further into his hand.

Yoongi continued his pace for a little longer. You could feel yourself getting closer, your walls tightened and your moans grew louder. His pace was torturous, it wasn’t enough. Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, his hips snapped into yours, burying himself completely inside of you. Your legs trembled and you could feel your orgasm coming.

Yoongi leaned down and nipped at your ear, before whispering, "I can feel how close you are. So fucking tight. So fucking perfect. You're being such a good girl."

“Gonna cum…” You cried out, letting go and releasing. Your legs shook as pleasure coursed through your body. It was a long orgasm, the feeling lasting.

Yoongi grunted, his hands holding you tightly. He fucked into you faster and faster until his hips stilled, a warmth spread throughout you.

You both were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. You felt Yoongi pull out of you, and Hoseok took his place.

You giggled when Hoseok pulled you closer and picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders before you leaned in to kiss him. You gasped into the kiss as you felt him slide into you.

Hoseok moaned. You were already wet from cumming, so he was able to slide in easily. His pace was quick, desperate. His hips were slamming into yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. A few couples were near you, fucking each other. You didn't know them, but that just added to the experience. You loved how public sex was accepted in the club.

Yoongi's cum dripped out of you, down your legs. Your wet pussy and Hoseok’s saliva covered cock made such hot sounds. The squelching noise was loud, and you blushed, loving how lewd it was.

“Mm, fucking another man while filled with cum already, you are so dirty," Hoseok smirked, heading to the wall and pressing your back against it as he started to wall fuck you. Your back rubbed against the cool wall, and you closed your eyes, taking in all the sensations. Hoseok was a rough lover, and his thrusts were so hard and fast that your head kept banging into the wall.

“Fuck, fuck…” You whimpered, feeling how sensitive your pussy was. You had just came, but it was so good. Hoseok was making you feel amazing.

“Fuck, you take this cock like a champ.” Hoseok was pounding into you, the sound of your bodies hitting against the wall was loud. It turned you on. You knew others would hear and look over. You felt Hoseok reach one hand between your bodies, and you looked down, watching him rub your clit.

You clenched around him and felt another orgasm build up inside of you. You threw your head back and squeezed your eyes shut. Hoseok's thrusts were rough, the way his fingers moved on your clit was rough, it all felt too good. You felt so sensitive.

You cried out, your second orgasm washing over you. Your legs trembled, and if Hoseok wasn’t holding you up, you would have collapsed.

“Oh, oh!” You whimpered when you felt Hoseok continuing to fuck into you. The pleasure was becoming too much. He was going too hard. You needed a moment to recover, but it felt so good. It hurt, it was too much, but it felt so good.

“Going. To. Fill. You.” Every word that rolled off his tongue was followed by a hard thrust into you.

"Ple-ease, oh, oh!" Your eyes widened and your toes curled as he released inside of you. His cum mixing with Yoongi's. It felt warm and full. You panted, catching your breath, and let your body go limp in Hoseok's arms. He held onto you, his cock still buried inside of you, before pulling out.

Namjoon

“Yes…” Namjoon grunted, head tilted back, his tongue resting over his bottom lip as he slid his cock in and out of your ass. His fingers were in your mouth, keeping you from speaking, you sucked and licked them, moaning around them, your own fingers clutching at the bedspread, trying to stay grounded against his hard thrusts.

The muscles in your body tensed and flexed, the pain from being stretched so wide mixing with pleasure that came when he pushed all the way in, your entire body tingling as you rocked with his hips.

Your toes were curling, you tried to moan around the fingers in your mouth, he kept the pace of his thrusts steady, a hand on your hip holding you still.

This all felt so dirty, you never would’ve thought that you’d let a man fuck you like this, but it felt so good, so intense.

Your pussy wasn’t lonely, Namjoon had pushed a vibrator in it. The buzzing sent waves through you, made the experience even better.

His fingers slipped out of your mouth, you gasped for air, feeling him shift his weight slightly. He gripped both of your wrists with one hand, keeping them locked behind your back, his other hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing as he pushed in deep.

You whimpered, your hips moving on their own, pushing back into his cock. You were losing control of your body, it felt so good, your pussy was clenching and quivering.

“You love having some stranger be the first, don’t you? Taking that cock so good, I’d think this wasn’t your first time, so fucking good. Get on all fours.” He was breathing hard, voice raspy, his words sending chills down your spine.

You scrambled to your knees, letting him move you, pushing your upper body down into the mattress. His hands gripped your hips, he pulled almost all the way out and slammed his cock back in.

You screamed, it felt so good, a deep throb of pleasure, you clutched the bedspread, your back arching, a whimper leaving your lips.

He fucked you hard, grunting with each thrust, you felt every inch of him inside you, every time he hit bottom it made you shiver, your mouth hanging open as you moaned and panted.

“Harder, harder!” You begged.

You were going to cum, you were right on the edge, you needed him to make you go over.

His fingers were in your hair, he gripped it and yanked, making your body bend, he thrust deep, your body tensing up, you bit your lip.

His fingers were around your neck again, his body leaning over yours, his chest on your back, he fucked you fast, hard, making the bed bounce.

You felt his breath on your cheek, a hand cupping your breast, a thumb flicking over your nipple.

It was too much, you were moaning, body convulsing as you came. He was still fucking you, hard, you couldn’t breathe, it was so intense, too much, but so good.

He was panting and groaning, his fingers squeezed your neck, you felt his dick swell inside you and then he came.

A loud, long groan, his cock twitched and filled you up, you shivered, feeling it leak out and run down your thighs.

Your body was weak, you felt him release your hair, you slumped down onto the bed, chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat coating your body.

A stranger took your anal virginity and you loved it.

Jimin

“Mm, just like that.” Jimin cooed as he placed a hand on your head, his eyes filled with lust as he watched you take his cock deeper and deeper.

He was sitting at the edge of his bed, and you were on your knees in front of him, pleasuring him with your mouth, your hands resting on his thighs for support.

You looked up at him with his dick in your mouth, and his eyes met yours. He smirked, running his fingers through your hair and tugging on it gently. You hummed in response, and you could feel the vibration of your throat against the tip of his cock, causing him to buck his hips, making you take his entire length. You gagged a bit, and he smiled, his hand still holding your head.

You soon moved to the bed, and he wanted to watch you ride him, so he laid on his back and watched you climb on top of him, his cock throbbing with need.

He watched as you hovered over him, taking his cock and rubbing it against your clit. You moaned as you rubbed him against your most sensitive area, and he could feel you getting wetter and wetter by the second.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. You positioned yourself, and slowly, you sank down onto his cock, moaning loudly.

You stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being filled. “Your cock is so hard, filling me so nicely, feels so good…” You whispered as you placed your hands on his chest, and then you started moving.

Jimin watched as you moved on top of him, the sight of your tits bouncing turning him on even more, and the noises coming out of your mouth were music to his ears. His hands gripped onto your hips, pushing you down harder as you moved.

He was so deep inside of you, and the friction from his dick rubbing against your walls was making you dizzy. It didn't help that the room was starting to fill with the smell of sex, which only made you more horny.

Soon, the two of you were fucking hard, and the sound of your skin slapping together mixed with your moans and whimpers.

“Mmm…” You whimpered, circling your hips before you started to bounce again.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Jimin breathed out as he reached up to cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing against your hard nipples.

Your eyes fluttered closed as his touch sent sparks throughout your body, and you started bouncing faster. You weren’t sure how long you were riding him for when he stopped you. He pushed you down onto the bed, pinning your hands on the mattress before he wrapped his fingers around yours.

His body was pressed against yours, his cock buried deep inside of you, and he began to pound into you, hitting that spot inside of you that made your toes curl. You couldn't stop moaning and writhing beneath him, and he loved watching you become undone.

The pleasure was so intense that you thought you might pass out, but then he started rubbing your clit and you knew that you wouldn’t last long.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck, his tongue gliding along your skin. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck, and he took the opportunity to start sucking and biting it.

“You are hitting it just right…” You moaned, and he groaned against your skin, thrusting harder.

After a few more thrusts, he could feel his climax approaching, so he released your hands and sat up, pounding into you hard, his hands holding onto your ankles to spread your legs apart further.

You watched as his chest heaved, and his abs glistened with sweat. The look in his eyes was primal, and you knew that he was about to cum.

“Fuck, the way your pussy clenches around my cock, fuck, can’t get enough of you, babe, love fucking you like this, mmm, gonna make me cum.” Jimin’s hands now moved to your sides, holding you into place as he picked up the pace.

You reached up and grabbed onto his arms, digging your nails into his skin. The sound of his voice, the feeling of him deep inside of you, and his words, all brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, your whole body started to tremble, and you felt a surge of heat run through your veins. You came hard, and you couldn't help but moan loudly.

Your walls clamped down around his cock, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He came deep inside of you, groaning and growling.

When the two of you came down from your high, he collapsed next to you. He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you.

Taehyung and Jungkook

Your hunger for cock was insatiable. Five cocks had already pounded your pussy, and you thought you were satisfied, but when one good looking man named Taehyung hit on you, followed by another good looking man named Jungkook, you felt your body ask for more.

Your head was tilted back, resting on Taehyung’s shoulder as you bounced your body up and down his cock, riding him. He gripped your hips, moaning your name, his face in your neck as his thick member slid in and out of your wet pussy.

The two males weren’t done with you just yet, Jungkook and Taehyung had taken you into multiple positions, you had sucked both of their cocks, and yet here you still were. Their staminas were amazing, and you couldn’t ask for a better way to end the night.

“Do you think she can take two cocks, Kookie?” You heard Taehyung ask his friend, who was sitting back and lazily stroking his dick while he watched the two of you fuck.

You gasped and pulled your head up, looking at the both of them in shock. Two? They wanted to fuck you at the same time?!

"Can you?” Jungkook asked you, and you felt both their eyes on you.

You had never had two cocks in you before, but you were so horny, you needed them, and you had a feeling that this would be the last thing you wanted to do tonight.

“I want to try, I want both of you in me, please." You begged, and the two males chuckled, they found you adorable and hot at the same time.

"You heard her, let's go Kookie." Taehyung said, spreading your pussy with his fingers. “Is this your first time?” He asked.

“Yes…” You nodded.

He chuckled.

"Good. You deserve two big cocks for the first time." He teased, and kissed your neck.

Jungkook positioned himself in front of you, and rested his one hand on your thigh while his other held his length into place as he pushed himself into you, making you gasp.

Your hand went over your mouth, and you felt him stop, waiting for your cue. You looked over at him, nodding for him to keep going.

“O-oh…” You whimpered as your pussy was filling with two cocks instead of one. It was an odd feeling, and you closed your eyes, focusing on the pleasure you were feeling.

Jungkook leaned in and captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply as he pushed into your dripping cunt, helping your body get used to the size of his cock.

“So full, so stuffed, ah!” You whimpered, desperately trying to grasp onto anything. Fuck, you felt like your pussy was stretched to the max. Their cocks felt so amazing, you squeezed your eyes shut and gritted your teeth as you felt Jungkook push further into your pussy.

Your walls were being spread as far as they could go, and it was so damn amazing. You didn’t even realize that something like this was possible, oh fuck, they were stuffing you so nicely.

You had only gotten a taste of what it was like to have two men fill you up at the same time, and now you were addicted.

Jungkook paused when he managed to fill you with his every inch, and the two men started to kiss you against the face, switching up from your face to your lips as they allowed your pussy to get used to the large intrusion.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes and nodded, letting them know that it was okay to move.

“O-oh!” You shuddered as Taehyung started, moving in and out of you in a slow pace.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, and your body was pushed back against his, allowing him to thrust up into you while you were sat on his lap. Jungkook followed a few seconds later, when Taehyung slid out, Jungkook slid in, and one and off they followed this same rhythm.

You couldn’t even close your mouth, drool dripping down the side of your lip as they fucked you. You could feel them, oh fuck, you could feel them hitting the deepest parts of your body, and it was making your body tingle. The drool fell on your chest, a puddle collecting.

“You like that? Dirty girl?” Jungkook purred.

You couldn’t even talk, you could only answer with a moan.

"You like having two cocks in your little slutty cunt, huh?" Taehyung added, licking his lips.

Oh fuck, yes, you loved it, you couldn't explain how much you were enjoying this.

You closed your eyes and focused on the feeling, feeling their large dicks move in and out of you, making you feel full, so very full.

“Doing so well for your first time, your body was made to take two big cocks at the same time, isn’t that right baby girl? So fucking sexy and slutty for us, yeah?"

“Love two cocks in my pussy, mmm, love it so much." You whimpered, throwing your head back as they started to go faster.

They switched it up this time, now they both pounded in and out of you at the same time, fucking you hard and deep. You were shaking, gripping the sheets as they pounded away at you, fucking you hard enough to make you scream.

The bed rocked under you, the mattress creaking as you were fucked hard by the two guys.

They didn't slow down, not one bit, and your screams were so loud that people from the next room could hear, and you didn't give a single shit. You had two cocks in you and it was the best experience ever.

You were a mess, you were dripping, soaking the bed with your juices, and your body was twitching with pleasure, oh fuck.

Taehyung took a break while Jungkook pounded into you, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you passionately.

When it was time for Jungkook to take a break, Taehyung thrusted into you, and you moaned against his mouth, his tongue slipping into yours.

Tongue against tongue, two cocks against one pussy, lips against lips, moans against moans. It was all too much, but at the same time, not enough.

“What is your favorite, babygirl? Tell us how you like us to fuck you.” Taehyung whispered against your ears.

You whimpered exactly how you wanted their two cocks to fuck you, and they happily listened to your wish.

“Ah! Ah!” Tears built up in your eyes before they rolled down your cheeks, you couldn’t handle it anymore. This felt so fucking good, having your pussy abused and used like this, sandwiched between those two men as they beat your pussy up, oh the way those long thick cocks filled your pussy to the brim, the way their cocks were stretching your pussy walls out, and the way they were abusing your g spot, it was all too much.

Your moans and whimpers turned into cries and screams. You couldn't take it anymore. You had been fucked by five other men before these two, and you had already cum so many times, and the overstimulation was really hitting you now.

"Fuck her harder, Kookie, she can take it."

They were going harder than before, if that was even possible, and you were seeing stars. You had never felt this amount of pleasure before.

Your toes curled, and your eyes rolled back, your mouth wide open as your body went limp against Taehyung, the room spinning as their cocks continued pounding into you without mercy.

The men knew that you were about to orgasm, and they kept going, knowing that you could take more.

Taehyung gripped onto your breasts, kneading into them, and he and Jungkook were panting heavily. You could hear their breathless moans, and they were whispering sweet things to you.

You were a drooling, twitching, sobbing mess, and the men were loving it. They loved seeing their slutty girl getting her pussy stretched by their cocks, they loved the way your pussy clenched around them, the way it dripped all over them.

Their dirty words, their hands all over your body, their cocks in your pussy, their mouths kissing all over you… You never wanted this to end.

“Cum… cum..” You didn’t know how to talk anymore, feeling light headed and delirious as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure. You didn’t even know where you were anymore or what your name was, the world was spinning and blurry, and all you could focus on was the feeling of their cocks.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” It felt so close, your whole body started to shake heavily, your eyes unable to focus on anything as your toes curled, and the intense pleasure washed over you. It took over your whole body and the heat washed through every inch as you orgasmed; it was the best one you had in your whole life, it felt like heaven.

The pleasure was too intense, and you were screaming as you were hit with wave after wave of pure bliss. You came all over their cocks, squirting so much, and you could hear them moan, the sounds of their voices sending you even higher.

Their thrusts grew sloppy and slow, both enjoying how you orgasmed around their cocks, yet eager to fill you up with their cum.

"That's it baby, milk our cocks with that tight pussy, yeah, fuck." Jungkook hissed.

Your pussy was still throbbing and squeezing around them, and the two men groaned.

Taehyung's arms tightened around your waist and he growled, pushing his cock in as deep as he could and released his seed, groaning in pleasure.

Jungkook picked up the pace and he did the same, digging his fingers into your thighs as he filled you with his seed.

They kept thrusting as they came, and the feeling of their hot, sticky, cum inside of you, and their cocks twitching inside of your sensitive pussy, made you squirt again, your body trembling.

You were left gasping and panting, trying to catch your breath. Your vision was still hazy and it took you a few moments before the room stopped spinning.

You were laid down on the bed, you weren’t even sure by who, as you laid there trying to catch your breath. You could feel the bed was soaked underneath you.

Fuck, this was the best day of your life.

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effortandmore · 1 month

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caught looking: chapter 3 (knj x ksj)

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: e for everyone for now but there is adult content in later chapters so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, eventual smut

au: baseball, specifically the kbo

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? some blackmail kind of and discussions of homophobia in sports. eventual smut of the gay variety.

wc: chapter- 4400

chapter summary: maybe kim namjoon isn't so bad

here are chapters one and two if you'd like them. or the whole thing is on ao3 here . as always, this is for @ugh-yoongi without whom i would not have written this, so thank you because it's been very fun

Seokjin’s favorite things to do on a Saturday night include: catching up on webtoons, playing MapleStory, watching American reality shows and wondering if the subtitles are actually real because he can’t believe people talk like that, and doing elaborate skin care routines with Hoseok while they get wine-drunk and gossip about the men Hoseok meets on the rare nights he goes out.

His least favorite thing to do is to go clubbing in Itaewon after the day has already turned into the next one, getting hit on by strangers, and wondering what all the vodka and second-hand cigarette smoke is doing to his face.

Unfortunately, that’s exactly what he finds himself doing this Saturday.

After a week of losses at work, he’s managed to convince Yoongi (and, in turn, his father) to sign the second baseman they’d discussed the week before, as well as a shortstop from Samsung. They’re both small and fast. Neither of them can hit the long ball, but they get on base, and what’s better is that they can both field. He should be celebrating this victory by kicking some random teenager’s ass in Overwatch, but instead, he’s leaning against a (probably sticky) bartop in Itaewon, watching his roommate dance his worries away amidst a sea of men who all seem interested in taking him home.

Seokjin supposes being able to move one’s body like that gives Hoseok an advantage in places like this. Fortunately for him, he’s never needed to dance to pick up, although he finds himself a little jealous of his roommate’s aptitude for it. Hoseok has been taking street dancing classes since Seokjin can remember, and he’s dragged Seokjin to a few over the years, but it’s not ever really been his thing.

Saying no to Hoseok has never really been his thing, either, he realizes, or he wouldn’t be here in the sweaty, dark club, tucked in a basement on a side street.

“Hey!” A voice calls from behind him, and someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns around to see someone who looks vaguely familiar. Short, muscular, with silver hair and pouty lips. He’s attractive. He’s—

“Park Jimin! You’re Kim Seokjin, right? We met last week. I work with you!”

He’s Park Jimin, trainer for the Heroes. And there have been a few times in the past where his work life has collided with his personal life, but it’s never happened so quickly before. He’s instantly a little nervous.

“Oh, hi!” Seokjin takes a quick swallow of his drink and sets it down so he can wipe the condensation off his hands. “It’s uh… I mean… I don’t usually run into people from work when I’m… out.”

Jimin laughs and it’s instantly endearing. “I see what you did,” he says. “Out. When you’re out. Because we’re at a gay club!”

Someone approaches them from the side, putting a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “Sorry, my friend’s a little—Seokjin-ssi?”

Oh, shit. Because it’s not someone with their hand on Jimin’s shoulder, it’s Kim Namjoon with his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. Seokjin panics a little; he doesn’t talk to people at work about being gay, only Yoongi. For years, it’s only been Yoongi. Baseball players, baseball executives… they’re less friendly than average people about queerness. It’s just not something they talk about. But he’s here, so there’s really no question. He hates when people say things like—

“I’m just here for my friend,” Namjoon blurts out.

Jimin and Seokjin both look at him, eyebrows high and lips pursed. “Oh, come on, Namjoon,” Jimin says, “we’re all here, aren’t we?”

Namjoon looks nervous, a little pale, like he’d turn and run out the door if Jimin wasn’t staring him down. He runs a hand through his hair and gives a sheepish smile. “Yeah, sorry. You’re right, Jiminie. We’re all here. So…”

He’s interrupted by Hoseok, sliding up to their group, skin sweat-slicked and a little out of breath. “Hey! Introduce me to your friends, hyung,” he says breathily before taking a swig of his water bottle.

“This is Park Jimin, and this is Kim Namjoon,” Seokjin says, gesturing to his co-workers. “We work together. And this is Jung Hoseok, my roommate.”

Hoseok practically vibrates with excitement. “Kim Namjoon!” he practically yells. “I’ve heard so much about you!”

Seokjin wants to evaporate. It’s not the vodka that’s making his face feel hot, he’s sure. Who lets this many people into these clubs anyway? It’s got to be a fire hazard. “Who wants a drink?” he interrupts.

Jimin is watching all of them carefully, but especially Hoseok. Seokjin wonders if there’s something going on between Namjoon and the trainer, if Jimin thinks Hoseok is interested in Namjoon, if that’s why he’s paying such close attention. It’s not a thing you ask your new co-worker, though. “Oh hey, I know I didn’t remember your name, but are you dating the man I just ran into you with at the gay club?” Doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue. And he doesn’t get the opportunity, anyway. Jimin stays behind with Hoseok, claiming to be more interested in dancing than another drink, and Namjoon follows Seokjin to the bar.

“Just a beer,” Namjoon shouts when the bartender acknowledges them. “And whatever he wants.”

Seokjin’s a little surprised, he’s older, after all. He should be buying. “I can get my own, don’t worry about it.”

“Please, let me,” Namjoon argues. “A ‘welcome to the team’ drink.”

“Fine. A lemon drop, please.” He orders his drink and tries not to look over at Namjoon for his reaction. People (Yoongi is people) always tease him for his drink choices. He doesn’t give Namjoon the chance, though, asking, “Which team?”

Namjoon looks confused, cocks his head like he wants Seokjin to repeat himself. “Which team?” Seokjin asks again, a little louder. “Kiwoom, or you know,” he gestures around the club, “this team?”

Namjoon laughs loudly at the joke, his smile wide with all his teeth showing. Seokjin has the fleeting thought that he’s pretty like that, happy and genuine. “Well, if you’re new to this team, congratulations, I guess. It’s never too late to figure yourself out. But I meant Kiwoom.”

The bartender slides their drinks over, and Namjoon pulls his attention from Seokjin to pull out cash.

When he gets his change, he turns back to Seokjin and smiles. “So, do you dance?”

“No.” Seokjin shakes his head. “I’m really just here for my friend.” He hooks a thumb over in the direction of Hoseok, who is back to dancing, this time with Jimin.

Namjoon gives him a curious look. “Really?”

“I mean, I’m gay, too. But I wouldn’t be out clubbing at one in the morning if it weren’t for Hobi.”

“Oh, me too,” Namjoon agrees, with a look passing over his face that could be relief, Seokjin isn’t sure. “I never know what to do with myself at places like this. Mostly, I just make sure Jimin gets home safely, but I’m not much of a dancer.”

Because it’s often that Seokjin’s mouth is disconnected from his brain, especially when he’s already had a few drinks, he says, “Too bad. You’ve got the body for it.”

It’s dark in the club, but there’s no mistaking Namjoon’s reaction. His eyes go wide and he ducks his head sheepishly, both dimples showing before he busies his mouth with taking a drink of his beer. “Thanks,” he says softly after he swallows, barely audible above all the noise. “I think.”

Seokjin’s mortified that he said it out loud, not quite an intrusive thought, but close enough he should have kept it to himself. He doesn’t even know what it means. Anyone has the body for dancing if they can keep a rhythm, just because Namjoon is tall and broad and—It’s just that he’s in a gay bar, and all he’s used to doing in gay bars is flirting with other gay men, and there’s a painfully attractive one right in front of him, buying him a drink—It’s just muscle memory. That’s all. And now he can’t exactly walk it back. He should keep his mouth shut, bob his head along with the music, let the awkward silence that’s settling in linger a little longer. But Namjoon has other ideas.

“You do, too,” he admits, and when Seokjin looks up, Namjoon’s no longer bashfully looking into his drink, but looking right at him, cheeks a little rosy, eyes a little glassy from the alcohol. He’s so nice to look at. And he’s being kind and complimentary, making it so very hard for Seokjin to stay annoyed or to think he’s an asshole. Everyone has their moments, anyway.

He can feel himself getting a little woozy, and he doesn’t know if it’s the booze, the stale air, or the way Namjoon is looking at him that he’s definitely trying not to take as interest. How could it be, when Namjoon is clearly here with Jimin, hanging around in a dance club he doesn’t want to be in just to make Jimin happy? But in an effort to remove at least one of the possibilities, he finally breaks eye contact with Namjoon and looks out across the dance floor.

Hoseok is lost in the music, dancing with Jimin and a couple other men that they’d been talking to earlier at the bar. His friend looks happy, and more importantly looks like he’s not necessarily planning on leaving anytime soon.

“Looks like it’s going to be a long night,” he remarks, tilting his drink towards Jimin and Hoseok.

Namjoon laughs again, agreeing. “It’s always like this. I have to drag him home at four and he’s still begging to be out dancing somewhere until he falls asleep on my shoulder in the taxi.”

“Cute,” Seokjin concedes, because it is, and because he’s glad someone can relate to what his nights out with Hoseok are like. “Hobi’s the same. Doesn’t drink much, but dances until he can barely stand up. I practically have to carry him home sometimes.”

“He’s lucky to have you,” Namjoon says.

“It goes both ways.”

Namjoon nods and stays quiet for a moment, finishing his drink. When he sets his glass down, he says abruptly, “They look fine and I’m hungry. Want to get out of here?”

It’s hard to hide his surprise—he and Namjoon aren’t exactly friends, and Namjoon’s maybe boyfriend is out there, maybe drunk, dancing with Seokjin’s roommate who he just met less than an hour prior, but Namjoon seems sure. He’s punching out a message to Jimin on his phone, explaining to Seokjin that they have a system for nights like this, nights where Namjoon can’t find a way to keep himself sober enough and awake enough to almost see the sunrise. He explains that Jimin is fine, and if Hoseok is fine, too, Namjoon would really like to get some hotteok.

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s sober, and he’ll call me if he needs anything,” Seokjin concedes in a sort of haze. He’s not sure he should be leaving the bar with Namjoon, but again, muscle memory. A cute guy is asking him to go eat, and Seokjin basically never isn’t hungry, so there’s not much reason to say no. In order to maintain some semblance of sanity, he tunes into the part of his brain that’s reminding him that Namjoon is a co-worker, that they maybe don’t get along, that he’s probably not single and this is just a friendly thing to do.

While Namjoon types, Seokjin makes up his mind. It’s just street food. He sends a message to Hoseok and lets himself be escorted out of the club by Kim Namjoon. Life is so surreal sometimes, he thinks. Even a few days prior, he wouldn’t have had this on his list of things that were likely to happen.

It’s still chilly for May, and a burst of cool air hits Seokjin’s face when they walk outside. The air is a little humid, and there was a lot of dust earlier, so Seokjin puts a mask on even though he wants to just suck in deep breaths of the night breeze. Even then, it’s definitely less stuffy than the basement club, though, and he feels some of the dizziness he was feeling inside escape him as he makes his way up the stairs to the street, Namjoon close behind. Namjoon, for his part, pulls up a tired-looking green scarf around his neck and then smiles when he notices Seokjin looking. “My sister made it. It’s falling apart, but I like the color.”

They walk quietly, but fortunately it’s not too uncomfortable between them anymore. It’s interesting, Seokjin thinks, that Namjoon is in some ways very much the same both inside and outside of work, and in some ways so different. For starters, he dresses the same: casually, but everything’s clearly expensive, like he never got out of some vaguely trendy streetwear phase in college and now he has the money to pull it off. Tonight, he’s wearing gray joggers and brown boots, with an oversized graphic shirt underneath a denim jacket. He’s got a beanie pulled low over his hair now that they’re outside, even though it’s only a little cold. He looks comfortable. It’s sort of cute. He’s also quiet here like he is at work, but observing. It’s one of the things Seokjin knew about him before they worked together, just from being at the same events and in the same peripheral circles for a couple of years. Namjoon is always watching, looks like he’s making mental notes of everything happening around him. It’s probably one of the things that makes him a good manager. And he is good, even though the Heroes’ win record wouldn’t attest to that at the moment.

But, on the other hand, he’s more relaxed than at work. Smiles more freely, his shoulders aren’t as stiff. Maybe it’s the beer, maybe it’s that it’s approaching some ungodly hour of the morning, who knows.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asks Seokjin, making it clear that he’s still observing, even now.

“Ah…” He feels caught out, feels heat rise up his neck a bit. “If I’m being honest?”

Namjoon nods. “Please.”

“Just that you’re different here than at work. But also the same.”

“You think I’m a dick here, too?” Seokjin looks up expecting to see him irritated, but he’s smirking, instead, waiting for Seokjin to be in on the joke he’s making about himself.

“I don’t think you’re a dick.”

“Really?”

“Well…” Seokjin purses his lips. “Maybe a little.”

It’s nice, the way they both laugh at that. Then Namjoon stops walking, rubbing the back of his neck and looking like he’s deep in thought. “About that,” he starts.

“It’s fine,” Seokjin interrupts.

“No. It’s not. I owe you a proper apology. I’m sorry about what I said about your dad, sorry I didn’t give you a chance. I’m not used to…”

“People disagreeing with you?”

Namjoon cringes. “Something like that, yeah.”

“It’s alright,” Seokjin says. “Really. I think in the end, we both want the same result, but we’re not always going to agree on how to get there. That’s life. I’d like to just start over with you, if that’s okay?”

“I’d like that, too,” Namjoon agrees, giving what Seokjin is starting to recognize as a habitual head-bowed smile when he’s a little nervous. “Thank you.”

As they walk, air a little less confining around them after Namjoon’s apology, the conversation comes smoothly between them. Apparently, Namjoon’s known Jimin for a long time—they came as a package deal out of the baseball program at the university they’d both attended. He speaks fondly of the trainer, and it’s sweet. Seokjin hasn’t had the chance to hear Namjoon talk about anything personal, so it’s a nice change of pace. He mentions Taehyung, how they all have been friends for years, working with each other off and on, and maintaining a relationship outside of work, too.

“Is it hard being their boss?” Seokjin asks as they walk.

“Hmm… No, not really. Tae’s always been easy to lead, and I played on a team with him for a while, too, so he knows me. Jimin reports to Yoongi, so we don’t have an issue there, and of course, we try to keep things professional when we’re at work. What about you, though? Is it weird to work for Yoongi? You’ve been friends forever, it seems like. He’s been talking about you since I’ve known him.”

“I thought it would be harder, honestly,” Seokjin says. “But Yoongi is… Well, he’s great, you know? He’s always trusted me more than I think I deserve.”

“He speaks highly of you,” Namjoon agrees.

“And you, too.” The compliment makes Namjoon smile prettily, the corners of his eyes crinkling beneath his beanie. It’s cute. It’s nice to see him, so far usually a little stoic, loose and happy like this.

They make it to the night market, and it’s a mass of people—busy and loud, and Seokjin loves it. He makes Namjoon stop at all the fishmongers and learns that Namjoon does not eat seafood, and thinks fish should be his friends instead. Seokjin makes voices for all the squid and mackerel on ice, taunting Namjoon. “Namjooooon, you should have saved us,” he squeaks in a high-pitched voice, waving a lobster in front of his friend.

“God, you’re annoying,” Namjoon shouts, but he’s laughing along, doubled over every time Seokjin makes up a new accent for a new sea creature.

They finally find fried food—Seokjin orders cheese hotteok and Namjoon gets honey—and they walk through the market to the other side, emerging on a different street than they started from, snacks almost cool enough to eat as they turn back towards Seokjin’s neighborhood.

He tears into his pancake, letting the cheese stretch long before it snaps and he pops a bite into his mouth. Around the food in his mouth, manners forgotten with the alcohol and the hour, he asks, “So, who knows?”

Namjoon pauses mid-bite, eyes wide, and doesn’t say anything for a moment. He regards Seokjin carefully, then starts walking as he chews. “About me being gay, you mean?”

“Yeah. It’s hard in our line of work,” he says.

“It’s hard everywhere,” Namjoon counters, some of the harshness Seokjin’s seen at work creeping back into his voice. “Sorry. You’re right. People aren’t very accepting. I try to keep it to myself, mostly.”

“Me too,” Seokjin agrees.

“Um… Well, Jimin of course. Taehyung knows, too. And Yoongi. And your dad, who was surprisingly okay about it?”

Seokjin tries not to sound bitter. “Probably more okay when you’re not his son.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I don’t know what to say.” Namjoon speaks tentatively, like Seokjin wasn’t successful in masking his annoyance.

“Not your fault,” Seokjin shrugs. “It’s fine now, but it was harder when he first found out.”

“How old were you?”

“Nineteen. Brought a ‘friend’ home from university for break. Got caught being too friendly one night.”

Namjoon groans. “That sounds terrible.”

“It was less than ideal,” Seokjin agrees. “But it’s mostly fine now. He knows I won’t change, so even if he doesn’t like it, my dad’s never had time to fight fights he knows he can’t win. It’s bad business.”

He doesn’t really blame Namjoon for having nothing to say to that. He wouldn’t either if it weren’t his story—sometimes he still doesn’t.

“But yeah… In my personal life, everyone knows. My dad, Yoongi, Hoseok… At work, it’s now you and Jimin, I guess. My ex.”

Namjoon’s eyebrow lifts at that. “Your ex is in sports, too?”

“Sure is. He plays in Busan.” Seokjin should feel bad for where this is going, maybe. Seungwook probably wouldn’t want to have their relationship discussed, but his sexuality is an open secret, he’s been photographed with men before, but he’s been good enough at the sport that everyone just buries it, pretends it doesn’t happen.

“Seungwook,” Namjoon says softly. “That makes sense, I guess. That’s how you know him?”

Seokjin nods. “We met in college, before I started working for Doosan. Tried to make it work even with the distance once he went to Busan, or I did, anyway. We dated for a couple of years. I thought it was serious. He thought it was serious when we were in the same city and casual when we weren’t. Irreconcilable differences, as they say.”

“That’s awful,” Namjoon replies, and when Seokjin looks over, it seems like he really means it. His brow is furrowed and his lips are pulled to one side in what’s maybe annoyance or disappointment.

“It happens. The worst part is that he never really tried to hide it, you know? I just thought… I don’t know. I guess I thought maybe he would change.”

“They don’t change.”

“Sounds like you’ve had experience.”

Namjoon shrugs, non-committal. “I bet we all have.” They keep quiet after that, finishing their snack and walking toward Seokjin’s building. They’ve made it past the organized chaos of the campus nearby, and they’re about to pass the park where all the ajummas walk fast laps in their tracksuits at night when the air is cooler and the dust settles a bit. He can see the top floors of his building behind another, towering above eyeglass shops and restaurants and convenience stores. The complex is large, seven or eight towers, and nothing like the luxury ones of Hannam-dong or Gangnam, but it’s nice enough and he’s able to save a lot of money and help out Hoseok, so he’s happy there. It’s also a good location, right between two metro lines, so he can get almost anywhere in the city relatively quickly.

As they pass the park, bowing shallowly to the women who ignore them as they walk by, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Namjoon’s must, too, because they’re both pulling their phones out at the same time.

“Jimin,” Namjoon says, holding his up.

“Hoseok. Did yours make it home alright?”

Shaking his head, Namjoon sighs. “I think he’s going to be out for a while.”

“Ah, Hoseok, too. Says not to wait up.”

Namjoon pockets his phone again after typing out a brief message. “I’m glad we did this,” he admits, not quite looking over at Seokjin.

“Me too.” Seokjin pauses to yawn, sleep finally hitting him after walking for a couple of hours as he approaches the entranceway to his building. “It was nice to get to know you a little bit,” he offers.

Namjoon is standing against the corner street sign, hands shoved in his pockets as he watches the ground intently. It seems like he wants to say something, jaw clicking as he works it in slow circles. Finally, just when Seokjin is about to pull the, “well, this is me,” card, Namjoon speaks. “Sangwon,” he says, still staring at the ground.

“Ah… don’t worry about that, Namjoon-ssi. It’s late. We can talk about work next week.”

He looks up and shakes his head. “No. Sangwon. He knows, too. And he’s not…” Namjoon blows out a long breath. “He shouldn’t know, but he does. I was stupid, made a mistake, he saw it, and he’s never really let me forget it.”

And with that admission, things click into place for Seokjin. Why Namjoon is protective of Sangwon, why he won’t entertain talk of trading him, why he got so defensive about it, why he wouldn’t even listen to Yoongi about the pitcher’s decline. Seokjin has no idea what Sangwon saw, but he understands Namjoon’s desire to keep it private, and understands why it’s not something he talks about. But it’s fucked up, too, that someone could be basically blackmailing him apparently.

“He doesn’t want to be traded, am I right?”

Namjoon hums in agreement. “He knows he’s slipping. Knows he’ll never get as good of a deal as he has with Kiwoom right now. Told me if I stopped any trade, he’d keep my secret.” He still can’t seem to make eye contact—and he shouldn’t be the one who’s embarrassed, but Seokjin thinks he gets that, too. He’s about to say as much, but Namjoon keeps talking. “I feel terrible about it, you know? I know it’s wrong—for the team. I know I’m a coward.”

“You’re not,” Seokjin says firmly, waiting until Namjoon finally lifts his eyes from the sidewalk. “It’s a shitty position to be in, and you’re doing what you think is best to protect yourself. No one would fault you for that.”

“I shouldn’t be in this position to begin with,” Namjoon argues.

“No, you shouldn’t. But not because of anything you did or didn’t do, but because only an asshole would use it against you.”

“Maybe you’re right… I don’t know anymore.”

“Of course I’m right, I’m your hyung. I’m always right.”

Finally, Namjoon smiles again. “Thank you,” he says.

“I had fun with you tonight,” Seokjin replies. “This is my building though. Are you close? I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask.”

“I am. Just a couple streets over. Less than 10 minutes.” He pulls himself upright from where he’d been leaning against the sign post. “I had fun, too. Goodnight, hyung.”

When he turns to walk away with a wave, Seokjin realizes he hates that he likes the way Namjoon addresses him with familiarity for the first time, hates that he had fun in a way that felt a little like a date… Namjoon’s probably headed back to Jimin, and it’s not right to be wondering if Namjoon’s dimples and the faint flush he’s been sporting have anything to do with the way his hand brushed against Seokjin’s as they walked or the honesty they shared—more than coworkers, now. Maybe friends.

“We’ll figure out what to do about Sangwon, Namjoonah,” he calls after Namjoon’s retreating figure. “I promise.”

It’s one he doesn’t know if he can keep, but something about Namjoon makes him want to try, when the other man turns around with a wide but tired smile. “Thank you. For listening, and for all of this,” Namjoon says, walking backwards a little clumsily.

When he stumbles over a crack in the sidewalk and into the side of a tree, laughing at himself before turning around again, Seokjin realizes two things.

He is hopelessly endeared, and utterly fucked.

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