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notsoguiltykpop · 6 years

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I Taste Salt pt2

Namjoon X Reader

Mermaid AU

Genre: Fluff

Inspired by the saying: “May the two of you be so close that when one cries, the other tastes salt.”

Part 1, 2

Short synopsis: Finding a working phone is the highlight of your night. You get to look at the owners pictures, his selfies, his twitter, and you have quite a good time with it. Through a misfortunate event, the owner of the phone gets a picture of you--and your tail. The only way to get it back is to get a pair of legs and track him down.

“I need legs.” You told the sea witch. She studied you for a moment before laughing.

“And what would a girl like you do with those?” She scoffed. “You don’t need legs. If you’re looking for love, there are lots of other fish in the sea, if you’ll excuse the pun.”

“I have to find someone.” You said, still determined. This woman was your best--and possibly only--chance at finding Namjoon the angsty artist, and you weren’t about to let her talk you out of it.

“Someone you love?” She raised an eyebrow. “Look, darling. I’ve heard it all before. And let me tell you, it doesn’t end well. Ever. You may not believe me now, but I’m doing you a favor.”

“A human has a picture of me.” You said. Originally, you weren’t going to tell anyone about it. But you didn’t see any way around it, really. If you wanted her help, she had to understand your situation.

“A human that you love?” She raised an eyebrow quizzically, disimprovement clear in her voice.

“No!” You put your hands on top of your head in frustration. “I don’t think you’re getting this. A human. Has a picture. Of me. Of my tail. On his phone. I have to destroy it before he does something stupid.”

The sea witches eyes widened. “You careless girl. You could get exiled for a slip up like this.”

“I know.” You said. “I could be turned into a dolphin--or worse, have my tail taken for good. So you see why you have to help me now?”

She eyed you for a moment in thought. “Let’s say I do help you. What do I get out of it?”

You shook your head. “Anything. You name it. Just make it fast.”

The witches mouth curled into a smile. “I’ll have to think about it and get back to you. The legs will be the easy part. How exactly do you intend to find him? You know where he lives?”

“Well...” You paused. You weren’t really sure, you hadn’t thought that far yet. “No... Not exactly...Is there a tracking spell you can give me?”

The witch shook her head. “Figure out where he lives, then we’ll talk. No tacking spells.” She made a showing motion with her hands for you to get out of her cave, but you didn’t move.

“I have his boot.” You said, reaching into your bag to pull it out. “I heard that all you need is something that belongs to the owner for a simple tracking spell, so don’t tell me you can’t.”

“Of course I can.” She replied indignantly. “But that doesn’t mean that I will. No deal, get out.”

“I don’t have time for this!” You practically wailed. She knew you were telling the truth--if the sea king found out about this before you had a chance to fix your mistake, all was lost. “Please, I’ll give you anything. Just give me legs and a way to find him.”

She ran a hand through her hair, shooting you a dirty look. “You’re lucky I have a soft spot for wanna-be humans.” She grumbled finally. You almost pointed out that the whole point was that you didn’t want to be human, or anthing else besides a mermaid for that matter, but decided that this wasn’t the best time for that. “Tracking him will have...Side effects. Do you want to know what they are before you make up your mind?”

“No.” You said with more confidence than you felt. “Don’t tell me. It won’t make a difference, my mind is made up.”

“It can’t be undone. You might not be so sure if--”

You held up a hand. “I don’t really have a choice, so I’d rather not know.”

“Okay.” The women smiled. “Have fun on land, then. And try not to fall in love with any humans.”

After that, everything went dark.

You woke up on the beach in a bikini. On the one hand, you were grateful that the witch thought to give you some sort of covering. On the other, you wished it was a little warmer. The strings didn’t do mch against the cold and it was barely dawn. The sun wasn’t high enough in the sky to provide any heat.

You shivered slightly, getting on all fours. You could do this. You saw humans walk around all the time, it couldn’t be that hard. You tried to stand carefully, but gave up quickly. The sand felt strange between your toes--toes! You had toes.

You stopped to look at them, wiggling them in the sand. They looked so weird, and you already missed your red tail, but they weren’t all bad. The sea witch had seen that your toenails were painted a similar color as your tail, and it helped somewhat.

“Are you Y/n?” A voice startled you out of your musing, and you looked up to see a tall man approaching you. He looked much more appropriately dressed, with a lightweight jacket and pants on. He held a blanket slung over one arm, and what you recognized to be flipflops in the other.

“How did you know that?” You asked hesitantly.

“The sea witch told me you would be here.” He said. “But I’m guessing she forgot to tell you who I was.” You nodded, and he laughed. “She always does. My name is Seokjin, I’m a friend. I’m here to help you...transition smoothly, and fit in.”

“Oh.” You said, somewhat taken aback. “You’re a friend of the sea witch? I didn’t think she had any.”

He held a hand out to help you up. “It’s a long story. For now, why don’t you tell me why you’re here, and what I can help with.”

You nodded as he unfolded the blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders. “I’m here to find... someone...” As you spoke, you suddenly felt very dizzy and swayed slightly as your head throbbed.

“A little vertigo is normal,” Seokjin said quickly, helping you to catch your balance. A sudden pull nearly knocked you off your feet, however, and you looked in the direction that it came from.

“I--I think I need to go that way.” You said, though you couldn’t explain why.

Seokjin pursed his lips. “She mentioned a tracking spell... Why don’t we deal with that later, after you’ve eaten something and have some clothes on.”

You nodded, though you were still looking in the direction that you felt you needed to go. It felt almost sickening to walk with Seokjin instead, heading the wrong way.

Namjoon was a nervous wreck ever since he got his phone back, and couldn’t quite seem to calm down. Jungkook made fun of him to no end, but that was probably due to the strange lie he’d told his friend. He said that when he tracked the women with his phone down, she dropkicked him into the ocean and ran away. If anyone else said it, Namjoon was sure Jungkook wouldn’t have believed the story, but it was just the sort of thing that would happen to Namjoon, and only Namjoon.

Despite how paranoid Namjoon currently was, he showed up for work like normal--he couldn’t really afford not to, no matter how bizarre his night was. Anyway, he figured some normalcy might do him some good. Instead, he managed to walk straight into an open cabinet door in his distracted state, and the owner of the little donut shop told him to sit down and put ice on his aching head.

For what felt like the millionth time, Namjoon pulled his phone from his pocket to look at the picture he took the night before. There was no doubt about it, the women looking back at him from the screen had a deep red tail and almost impossible to see scales on the side of her neck.

He might have been able to write it off as a very elaborate costume if he didn’t still remember the moment right after he took the picture. Your eyes turned an almost jet black, and your nails turned to talons as you lept at him.

He was sure the image would haunt him for the rest of his life. There was no way it was a costume, whatever creature attacked him that night was not human.

Nothing could have prepared him for the moment that you walked through the door wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket over a crop top.

“I’m looking for Namjoon.” You said to Minah, who was currently at the cash register. “Someone said I could find him here.”

“Namjoon, a cute girl is looking for you.” Minah called, but he had already made eye contact with you.

“God help me.” Namjoon whispered as you smiled slowly. The monster found him, and he was sure he was about to die.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” You asked sweetly.

“I’m working.” Namjoon shook his head. “Sorry. Maybe some other time.”

“You can spare a minute.” You said, leaning on the counter.

“It’s fine, Namjoon,” Minah said. “We don’t mind if you talk to your friend. You were just sitting there, anyway.”

Namjoon groaned internally. He never thought he’d see the day that he wished Mimah wasn’t so nice.

“It’s about the picture.” You said pointedly.

“Picture?” Minah said, giving Namjoon a glance. You picked up on her suspicion quickly and used it to your advantage. “What kind of picture?”

“He has a picture of me that I would very much like him to delete.” You informed her. Minah instantly turned to glare at Namjoon.

“You perv! You better delete it!”

“It isn’t like that!” Namjoon said quickly. The longer he looked at you, the more he was sure that whatever it was that he thought happened last night couldn't have really happened. You were just an ordinary girl who he thought had a tail and then transformed into a demon. But it had to have been a trick of the light, no matter how unlikely that seemed.“Can we talk about this outside?” He asked, and you narrowed your eyes for a second.

“Alright.” You agreed. “After you.” You gestured at the side door. Once the two of you stood outside, you folded your arms. “Well?” You said expectantly.

“I already deleted it.” Namjoon lied.

“Then let me check.” You held out your hand, and he shook his head.

“No way, you’ll just steal my phone again.”

You took a step closer, looking deep into his eyes. “Give me the phone.” You said lowly.

“No, you weirdo.” Namjoon took a step back, and you looked completely perplexed.

“Why didn’t that work...” You seemed to be talking more to yourself than you were to him, but then shrugged. “Fine, I’ll take it from you the hard way.”

You reached around him, aiming for his back pocket where you could see the phone sticking out. He stepped back quickly, catching your hand.

“Hang on a second--” He started, but you swung a kick at him before he realized what was happening. It hit him in the shin and you both doubled over in pain.

“Ow!” You complained, holding your leg. “I just got this, don’t break it!”

“You’re the one attacking me!” Namjoon snapped. “I didn’t touch you!”

You slapped him a second later and you cried out again, holding your cheek.

“What in Atlantis’s name...” You stared at him with eyes wide as Namjoon backed away until he was pressed against the side of the building. So much for you being just a regular women.

“Is everything alright?” Minah called out, hurrying towards both of you. She must have seen what was happening from inside, and Namjoon wished she would have just called the police.

“Minah, run, she’s crazy!” Namjoon said, but you snapped your fingers to get Minah’s attention.

“Hey, listen.” You said, and instantly Namjoon could see a shift in Minah’s gaze. Her eyes became glassy, and she relaxed drastically.

“Okay.” She agreed happily. “I’m listening.”

“Everything you just saw? It doesn’t matter, right?” You said, and Minah nodded. “In fact, you care so little about it, that you’re going to forget I was even here by tonight.”

“That sounds good.” Minah smiled.

“You’re going to go back inside and go about your day now, okay?”

Minah sighed as though in a dream. “Okay. Have a nice day.” And with that, she turned abruptly and walked away.

“What was that?” Namjoon whispered. “What did you do to Minah?”

You ran a hand through your hair before responding. “Something much nicer than what I’m going to do to you if you don’t delete that picture.”

A/N Happy new year! It’s been a while. I’m close to finishing the edited version of Disposable, so I’m hoping that will be up sometime soon (it’s nearing 50k total words holy moly and it has more steamy parts than the first time lol). My friend's little sister (she’s 15) just discovered BTS and she reads fanfics so I’m actually thinking about telling someone I know irl about this blog LOL, we’ll see where that goes. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed reading this! Let me know what you think! <3 <3 <3

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burnedfriedrice · 6 years

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idek if i shud apologize for this

sometimes idek wat i mek (sorry not sorrry)

SCReeCH

i love this rm pic 2 much som1 help

#bts #honestlywtf #btass #bts memes #namjin #namjoon #rm #rap mon scenario #jimin #jin #seokjin #taehyung #tae #suga #yoongi #jungook #hoseok #jhope #hobi #worldwide handsome

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textmybias · 7 years

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Worrying texts W/ Namjoon

Thanks for requesting ❤️

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bbytae-xx · 6 years

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I might color the background

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daegunotes · 7 years

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dimple

Summary: the lyrics to the newest song written by Namjoon raise suspicion in Yoongi, what happens next..... Genre: Fluff Words: 1.6k Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

“When is this going to end, my eyes feeling like they’re going to sink into their sockets, how many more lyric checks and concept checks do we have to do?” Yoongi said to Pddogg in a huff while crossing his arms across his chest.

“Just one more song Yoongi-ah, Namjoon really wants it in the album for some reason, here take the sheet, he was scribbling on it like a madman, I think we’ll have to clean it up.” Pdogg said while sliding the thin sheet of paper across the boardroom table to where Yoongi sat.

“Illegal? Is it a diss track?” questioned Yoongi squinting at the title scrawled in a neat hand on top of the piece of paper.

“That dimple is illegal ...no, it’s dangerous, oh yes..so I call you illegirl...your existence alone is a cr-...” “What is this??? What are these corny ass lyrics?? Did namjoon really write these? Am I on hidden camera right now??” he said in disbelief while looking around for any clue that he was being pranked.

“I asked him the same thing, he just kept mumbling something about dimples and how we need to give the fans a new love song.” Pdogg said with a slight laugh.

“Go talk to him about it, I don't know where his attention is nowadays.” he said as he turned around to return to reviewing the other songs.

“You bet I will, gotta knock some sense in that boy. What is the cheesy shit….can't believe the same dude wrote Spring Day.” mumbled Yoongi as he exited the main boardroom.

Yoongi was a little mad but mostly confused at this, in principle the song fit, it would sell and the fans would love it. What didn't make sense to him was how Namjoon suddenly vaulted into writing such simplistic songs.

While making his way to Mon Studio, He ran into you.

“Oh hey Yoongi, how's the prep coming along? You getting some sleep?” you said cheerily to the rapper

“Sleep? Idk what that is anymore but what's new. What brings you here? Is Jimin being whiny again?” he shot off the questions in quick succession

“Hey, don’t call my best friend, whiny. That was one time! Anyway, I’m on my way to pick up Seokjin, Tae, Gguk and Chim for dinner. Hoseok wants us to try this new place he found 20 mins ago….he’s waiting for us there.” your voice trailed off as you saw Yoongi raise one eyebrow.

“What???”

“You’re going….to a restaurant….that hobi found out about 20 mins ago? No research into it, nothing?” he asked with an amused expression on his face.

“Hey, if Jung Hoseok says he’s found the best Jjajangmyeon in Seoul, you best believe I will haul ass and get there. I happen to believe in Hobi’s conviction.” you huffed with both your hands placed on either sides of your waist which was coincidentally your favorite fighting stance.

“Ok… whatever you say crazy. Also, thanks for getting those loud children out of our hair, we have a lot of work to do, gotta make Namjoon rewrite a whole damn song.” he said through gritted teeth as he started to walk down the hallway again.

“Won’t tell Seokjin you called him one of the children again. He’ll chew your ear off.” you said to him and laughed a little at the thought of a red in the face Seokjin yelling at Yoongi about disrespecting him.

“Thanks. Have fun.” Yoongi said, signalling his approval with a thumbs up and continuing to walk down the hallway.

“You too. Don’t work Namjoon too hard!” you said to Yoongi as you ran in the other direction to pick up your quarry.

Yoongi had a soft smile on his face as he walked the length of the hallway to MON STUDIO, he liked your energy, he liked having (finally) some female energy around after years of dealing with the testosterone filled premises.

You had sprung into their lives quite suddenly, by the virtue of being Jimin’s best friend from his Busan Arts High days and had quickly become inseparable with 5 of the 7 members. Namjoon and Yoongi couldn’t really spare much time to hang out recently since they basically ate and slept in their respective studios but they still had a certain fondness for you. Yoongi was especially pleased with how you raised everyone’s spirit when you came around.

Without bothering to knock, Yoongi threw open the door to Namjoon’s studio and immediately started his verbal attack on the younger member, “Yah Namjoon - what’s going on with you bruh? Why the fuck are you writing songs about dimples and calling someone illegirl like how corny is that dude?” he said, finishing his tirade by plopping his behind into the grey couch.

Namjoon was visibly startled by Yoongi’s appearance and hurriedly closed the browser on his computer. Yoongi hadn’t noticed but the now closed browser tab looked suspiciously like a Facebook profile.

“What do you mean? It’s a perfectly fine song.” Namjoon was quick to rise to his own defence.

“Really? Wait what was it? Yeah, that dimple is illegal but I want it anyway… you ok Joon? Something you wanna discuss with me? It’s very….simplistic for you.” Yoongi said dropping his tone to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Hey, I have dimples too and we haven't really written a simple love song in awhile you know. I think our fans deserve a nice love song.” he said with more conviction than he actually could feel

“My spidey senses are tingling, that is an excuse and you know I see right through you.” Yoongi replied narrowing his eyes at his friend.

Namjoon’s mouth opened to explain but immediately closed. The two rappers could hear the faint sound of their other friends approaching the studio.

“Wow Y/N your dimples really come out when you laugh huh. Cuuuuute.” Taehyung could be heard saying.

“He’s right, I think yours might be deeper than Joon’s!” Seokjin responded for you.

“That reminds me when we were in the 6th grade, I was so mad that Y/N had dimples and I didn’t that I kept poking my cheek with dull end of a pencil.” Jimin said, laughing at the memory.

“Wow Jimin hyung I guess you’ve been a dumbass since forever.” Jeongguk’s quiet voice said and all 4 except for Jimin started to convulse in laughter, with yours ringing out the longest.

Yoongi scowled and got up to open the door, he didn’t like this decibel level at all.

“Hey, I thought you were taking these kids out, what happe….” he stopped dead in his tracks with the door half open, as the conversation he had overheard came together in his mind.

He stared at your face and the way your dimples deepened when you smiled, for a good 30 seconds until your voice shook him out of his reverie.

“Sorry I wanted to ask if Namjoon and you wanted to join us? Hoseok is already there.” you asked.

“You guys go ahead…….Namjoon and I will see you there. We just have this one song to nail.” Yoongi replied, with his scowl slowly turning into a smirk as the truth dawned on him.

“Suit yourselves! Bye! See ya later!” you said while bouncing out of the door and down the hall with the other 4 bickering and following you like a herd of sheep.

Yoongi turned around slowly and locked his gaze onto his friend. The friend who was currently shuffling his feet and looking at anywhere but in Yoongi’s direction.

“You idiot, you’re so transparent. Did you really think you would get this past me? How long has it been?” he asked while scoffing at Namjoon’s pathetic attempt at hiding his feelings

“I should’ve guessed, I can never get anything past you. I just….. I don’t know. I always thought she was cool but I think I started feeling….something more recently. You know me, it all pours out in verses.” Namjoon said sheepishly covering his reddened face with his hands.

“Well… the song’s good. Simple. If that’s how your feelings are too then you’ll be fine. Err.. I’m not good at this encouragement stuff, maybe ask Hoseok.” Yoongi replied in a hesitant voice, his hand automatically rubbing the back of his neck, a gesture he defaulted to when he was uncertain about something.

“Hoseok already knows, he’s been helping me build up my courage.” Namjoon said quietly

Yoongi rolled his eyes and smiled his trademark gummy smile at Joon, for a worldwide superstar, the man sure was shy.

“I might not know about love advice but I do know music advice so here’s some: don't call it illegal, call it something like….Dimple. She might never hear it on air waves if you call it Illegal.” he said.

“That’s good advice. Thank you. I’ll keep it in mind and re-work it a little.” Namjoon replied, a weight lifted off his chest.

“Oh and also, I am not singing this at all, get her bffs to do it. It’ll sound better as a vocal line only song.” Yoongi said offering the last piece of advice before he exited the room.

“Oh…. yeah I guess that’ll be more pleasing to her...I mean the fans’ ears.” Namjoon said quickly, covering his face with his hands again in case the colour of his cheeks had betrayed him.

His slip wasn’t heard by Yoongi however, as he was already out the door and laughing his way down the hall.

As the sound of Yoongi’s laughter died down, Namjoon started working on the lyrics again. This had to be the perfect song, he had a lot riding on it.

“Ok Namjoon, here you go, Dimple, don’t fuck it up…..”

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army-author · 7 years

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BTS’s reaction to you speaking Punjabi:

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy it! Sorry I made you wait so long for this! And since I don’t speak Punjabi I’m sorry if I made any mistakes. (Don’t apologise for your English, it’s perfect!)

Jin: Jin has worked hard for the past month, listening to Punjabi being spoken, perfecting all the nuances of pronunciation. All for this moment: a chance to sing to you in your native language. A combination of what he loves – music and you.

As the first notes strum out on the air, Jin takes a breath and begins. The words feel unnatural on his tongue. But as his eyes flick to your own, he sees tears brimming, so moved by his voice, and he knows he’s doing okay.

The rest of the song goes by in a blur, and he’s barely finished before you pull him over, and kiss his forehead, his eyelids, his cheeks, any skin you can reach.

All that hard work was worth it for this – knowing that you understand his love completely.

But you knew it from the beginning. That he loved you like no other.

Yoongi: “Yoongi, are you listening?”

Yoongi’s mouth stretches into a thin line, leaving indents in his cheeks: a look that says… ‘maybe not, but you can’t prove anything.’

You gently bump his head with your fist. “I know that this is boring, but you need to understand more Punjabi if you’re going to meet my parents. They can’t speak Korean.”

“I know, I know…” Yoongi pushes a weary hand across his face, “I’m just so tired… We’ve been studying for how long now…? Three hours?”

“It can’t be that long,” you say, only to look at your watch and see it’s been exactly that long. “Oh.”

Yoongi’s head falls onto his folded arms, hair cascading into his eyes. “Sorry... I am interested in your language, I really am. I’m just tired.”

“It’s okay,” you reach over to plant a kiss on the top of his head, “And I’m sorry I made you sit for three hours straight. I’m just so nervous. I want my parents to like you.”

“Think how I feel!”

You laugh at this. “All of this is silly... I already know they’ll love you, because I love you.”

Yoongi smiles, “I’m sure they’ll trust your choice. They must be great people if they produced a child like you.”

Your fist falls to his head again. “Don’t say sweet things like that without giving me warning first!”

“Mainum maf karna.” Maybe he’d been paying more attention than you thought.

“You’re forgiven.”

Hoseok: Languages are difficult.

That’s why, when Hoseok decides it’s time to tell you how much he loves you, he ditches the Korean he speaks, the Punjabi you speak, the broken English you fall to when you can’t understand each other.

Instead, he’ll use another language, a language he knows much better: dance.

As the lights in his studio lower, he turns to you, eyes locking on yours. You understand that this dance is more serious than the other choreographies he’s shown, he can see it in your burning gaze. You’ll watch his every movement with fire in your chest.

The music begins, and Hoseok’s muscles loosen. He knows what to do. This is innate for him, a reflex as natural as breathing. He only hopes you can read the message he sends.

With the beat, he shows you how his own heart beats.

And when the song ends, leaving him breathless, he knows he reached you. You stand up and run to catch him with a kiss.

Namjoon: Namjoon hates not knowing things.

It’s the reason he keeps studying, learning more and more languages, so he won’t be left out when he meets someone from a new culture.

Yet here you are, speaking a language he’s never sat down to study.

And you’re gorgeous.

Why didn’t he learn Punjabi? Why can’t he understand what you’re saying?

All he can do is watch your lips moving, follow your expressions, try to interpret your story from the curve of your brow and the glimmer in your eyes.

It’s so frustrating.

All those days studying seem pointless now. He’s cut off from you, all because he picked the wrong language text books.

Why do different languages even exist? Why do these divides occur? Why is this stopping him from starting a possible relationship, a possible romance?

Annoyed, he throws caution to the wind, knowing it will do no good anyway, in simple English, he says, “You’re really pretty.”

You pause... “Thank you.”

Namjoon could kick himself. Of course you speak English. Of course he would embarrass himself in front of you. “I didn’t think you’d understand me…”

You laugh. “Why don’t you give me your number and we’ll see where this goes?”

Jimin: Jimin loves his friends, but sometimes... he hates them.

And at times like these, he wishes he never met them, wishes he could disappear into the folds of his sweater to escape your gaze, watching him with a smile tugging your lips.

Why did he have to point you out to his friends, saying, “Cute, right?”, why did they have to pick up on it, crowing at his new crush, why did they have to push him over and strike up a conversation?

They won’t let the language divide be a problem. Hoseok has a tourist guide, Jungkook has Google Translate and a good 4G connection. They’re going to make this work.

“Just say this,” Jungkook holds his phone in Jimin’s face, and Jimin frowns at the letters.

“Mai taunu… piyar… karna?” he tries his best to pronounce the words in front of him, “What does that even mean?”

He looks up from the phone to see you blushing furiously, and turns to Jungkook. “What? What did you make me say?”

Jungkook scrolls down to show Jimin the translation.

“I love you.”

Jimin hates his friends.

Taehyung: Your first meeting with Taehyung wasn’t the most romantic. In fact, it was confusing, awkward, and a little embarrassing.

It began with your impatience, wondering who could be knocking on your hotel door at three in the morning. On opening up, you were met with his mussed up hair and his sheepish grin.

Seeing you, he had started speaking in a language you didn’t understand – it might have been Korean? He kept pointing, flailing his arms, trying to explain what was going on.

But you shook your head, and tried to explain that you didn’t understand, so he switched to English.

Which didn’t help much, because he didn’t know how to explain himself.

“Ehm… I… my card… sorry. I stay there…” he pointed at a door down the hallway, and you nodded to show you were listening, while trying to comprehend what he was saying. “I… er… lost my card… for room?”

“Oh, you lost your key card?”

His eyes lit up. “Yes! Key card! Can I use… phone?”

Understanding hit. Your neighbour had got himself locked out.

Laughing in relief - he wasn’t crazy, just a little disorganised - you stepped back to allow him into the room, so he could make a call.

How were you to know you’d fall in love with him later?

Jungkook: It’s just a kiss with a stranger.

It isn’t meant to make Jungkook feel… things. Yet here he is - feeling a lot! Feeling you pressed against him, at the back of the club, feeling your hands in his hair and your tongue in his mouth, feeling like he’s falling in love.

He doesn’t know your name, doesn’t know where you’re from, he doesn’t even know the language you speak. He should be completely disconnected from you, but here he is connected, and hoping he can keep connecting. Maybe it’s just the alcohol. Maybe it’s the hormones.

Or maybe it’s something more.

But he doesn’t know how to tell you any of this.

When he asked for your number earlier, you just frowned, confused.

So he had resorted to body language instead, which led to touching, which led to kissing - a language you can both understand.

When you finally loosen yourself from his grip, he sees understanding flicker in your eyes. You grab his hand and lead him away - out of sight of the curious club-goers. This could be the start of a one-night romance... or a many chaptered love story...

! I did not make the gifs !

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sunshinejoon · 7 years

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Sail

pairing: Namjoon x Reader

genre: just a whole lot of fluff

summary: his compass was never wrong, after all.

a/n: I’ve been gone for so long, i apologize. Between school and sports i’ve been juggling a lot. This is me just getting back into the swing of writing again. Enjoy xx

The first time he notices you, he doesn’t think much of it.

Merely because he’s only granted the view of your back, hair spiraling down in brilliant curls and scarlet dress hugging your figure spectacularly. You are speaking with a group of other women, hands gesturing as you speak, and he can’t help but to point out how elegant your movements are. As he revels in the only part of you visible to his eye, he scans you down, eyes stopping at the discovery of an ink etching of a sailboat on your right ankle. He finds himself smiling slightly, but despite his heart’s pleas, he makes no move towards you. Instead, he takes a sip of his champagne and returns to the conversation taking place next to him, Yoongi’s voice coming back into focus.

“You agree, right Namjoon?”

Several minutes later, he takes one last look over at you, the mystery woman of his evening, but the red of your dress has leaked from the room. Sure, plenty of other beautiful women have on beautiful red dresses, and many more have beautiful black heels adorning their feet, but they’re all the wrong hues; all the wrong shades. He’s disappointed, though he cannot pinpoint why. For the meantime, he shakes the thought from his head, because it’s not a big deal. You’re just a pretty face; no, a pretty back. You’re nothing special. Just a speck of sand on a shore he’s convinced he’ll explore.

Yet, when he lays down that night, slightly buzzed (though he doesn’t know whether it’s from the alcohol or the social stimulation), he has a dream. It’s his first one in months, though he had never really noticed before. It’s quite vivid, too. He can smell the salt from the ocean and the sounds of graceful waves dance into his ears, and right where the blue sky meets the blue of the sea, a small sailboat bobs in the water, a small breeze running through the scarlet colored sail.

The second time was different, however. It was something he would never forget.

He was backstage, the adrenaline causing an ache in his stomach as his stylist adds he finishing touches to his hair. The crowd can be heard through the walls, chants endlessly emitting from the hundreds of fans waiting for a performance. It steadies him for a moment, knowing that he has no need to be nervous in front of his family; his ARMY. He closes his eyes and tries to relax, to push down the twisting of his gut, but a large burst of laughter causes him to whip his eyes to the source, and he’s infatuated by the sight.

And there you were, though he did not yet know it was you.

You were doing Jimin’s makeup, laughing at something he had said, eyes scrunched up and smile wide. He stared in awe, taking in the beauty of your laugh and how your hair swung from your back onto your shoulders. When you laugh settled down, the sparkle in your eyes was still dazzling, and he found himself unable to look away. Even when you narrowed them in concentration, sticking the handle of the eyeshadow brush in between your teeth to free your hands. As you cradle Jimin’s jaw with your hand to position him correctly, Namjoon found himself oddly jealous. Although he felt slightly invasive of your privacy, he continued to watch you work until you walked around to the back of Jimin’s chair, spinning him around and allowing him to see your masterpiece. That’s when it caught Namjoon’s gaze, the picture of a sailboat peeking out from the hem of your denim jeans.

Heart in his throat, he watched you gorgeously flash one last smile at Jimin through the mirror before gathering your makeup items and retreating from the room. His smile fades, and he notices that the ache in his stomach has returned, even though he wasn’t aware it had even left in the first place.

So, without much thought, he hustles towards the door, jogging down the hallway aimlessly before he catches sight of your back, a sight he’s all too familiar with. You’re speaking to another member of the concert staff. He slows down and attempts to fix himself up before he approaches you. His stomach churns now, combined with multiple elements that he refuses to let stop him. The individual speaking to you catches his eye, recognition sparking in her eyes as she bows respectfully. He bows back, and when he comes back up, he’s finally eye to eye with you. He watches them twinkle, the light reflecting off of them in such an ethereal way he’s almost convinced you’re an angel. You two exchange the honorable gesture, and the staff member says her goodbyes to you and Namjoon as she rushes off, blaming a hectic schedule.

Not even a second after she leaves, he’s stumbling over his “hello” and you’re giggling out yours. You smile at him like he’s a star. He feels celestial, though he’s quite aware his brightness is dim compared to yours.

That’s the day he finally learns your name, and the last day he spends without it.

The trashcan in his studio is filled to the brim by time a month of knowing you rolls around. Each time he finds himself writing a song with you in mind, he disposes of his, crumpling the lyrics as tightly as possible. It wasn’t that you were not worthy of a song, oh no. He wanted to write about you until his knuckles bled, until he ran out of phrases to define you. The problem was that he knew he’d never stop. He didn’t want the world to hear about you, and if he allowed himself to release hidden syllables that whispered your name; allowed himself to weave you into the stories he wrote, it would swallow you up. Despite his best efforts, however, there was one he couldn’t bring to toss away. There was too much of you in it. He uncrumples the paper and smooths it out before tucking it into a folder on his desk titled Her.

He's fully immersed in your conversations over the phone, whether they be 5 minutes or 5 hours. He admires the way you speak with such passion, such confidence about things you love. Each text has him more impatient than the last, constantly awaiting your responses.

After admitting you were attracted, he roped you into a date, which turned into two, which turned into ten. You are everything he hoped you would be and more. After a particular day following you around the city, watching your eyes light up as you take in the sights like you’ve never seen them before, he decides he can’t wait any longer. So, he takes you to a café and asks you to be his girlfriend as the steam from the coffee fogs up his glasses. A yes fills the space between you as he sheds his glasses to wipe off the vapor, and he smiles at you. You laugh and he does too, but it’s so much more than that.

There’s no escaping you, he’s aware of it now. It’s a sink or swim—but Namjoon’s never been prouder of his inability to stay afloat.

He first time he tells you he loves you, it 1:17 am. He remembers it like the lyrics to his favorite song.

He remembers because he wakes from a nightmare, his arm protectively cradled around you. As soon as you feel his touch and hear his rushed breathing, you slowly sit up, placing your palms on his flushed cheeks. He cannot see much in the darkness, the pale moonlight dimly illuminating the bedroom. He can’t see your features, but your hushed voice tethers him to reality. His hands cling onto your wrists as he leans into your touch.

“I’m here. shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

You don’t release him until his breath is as steady as the soft breeze flowing through the open window. A soft caress from your thumb is what lingers on his cheek as he lays back down, placing his head against your chest, is body shifted further down the bed. You wrap your arms around him, fingers intertwining with his hair that has been dyed too many times, but you never seem to mind.

He feels so comforted, but he urges you to sleep. He’s angry at himself for waking you, or rather startling you. You ignore him though, placing a chaste kiss to his temple.

“I’m not going to sleep until you do.”

He doesn’t understand it, the fluttering in his chest. You hadn’t said anything of importance. It was a simple phrase made up of 27 letters. Yet, he could feel it. It crawled from his chest up to his throat, and lingered on his tongue until he uttered the 8 letters back. That changed everything. When he was greeted with silence, fear finds its way into his heart. Did you not feel the same? Was he delusional?

As if you could read his mind, you giggled sweetly but softly, and he wished he could see your face in the moment. He curses the night for being the only one to see you when he spilled his confession. But he’s more than satisfied when you whisper a lovely I love you more cascades through your lips.

He drifts off after that, his heart swollen with affection, and his dreams filled with the serene imagine of a little sailboat gliding across the ocean blue, and a red sail allowing the wind to set its course.

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bangtanreactionsandscenarios · 2 years

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BTS Scenario - Kinder Garden ~ Park Jimin

Post Date: 16th May 2022 Content: Fluff - Park Jimin x Reader WC: 833 words TW? Notes?: Fluffy fluff

Thanks for the request! I hope you like it <3 D/N - Daughter’s name ______________________________________________________________

It’s been 3 years since the breakup with his daughter’s mother, and she’s a deadbeat mom, failed to get custody of their daughter due to starting another family with someone else who she seemed more caring towards. Jimin felt like he had the whole world on his shoulders being a single dad, but he couldn’t have it any other way, it was him and D/N until the end of time, he was willing to do anything for his little girl until his last breath.

“Princess, it’s time to start your first day of school!” Jimin calls after his daughter, who comes running down the stairs in her new uniform, hair up in little pigtails as he smiles. He’s so proud of how his little princess is growing up, and proud to be her dad as she looks up at him, stars in her eyes as she takes his hand.

The car pulls up outisde the school as Jimin smiles at D/N sweetly, watching her getting excited to meet new friends and to learn so many new things, “Let’s go princess”, he helps her out of her car seat, takes her hand firmly as they walk up towards the school doors, D/N skipping by his side.

“Hi everyone, welcome in!” Y/N says softly, greeting every child with a warming smile and a welcoming smile on her face. “I’m Miss Y/L/N, good morning!” you greet D/N, as she runs up to you hugging around your leg all excited. She starts to tell you how excited she was, as you look up, flashing an excited smile to Jimin, “You must be dad!” you welcome as he nods, absolutely smitten by you. “Uh, yeah, hi! D/N, be good for your teacher now!” he scratches his head, then waves goodbye as his daughter giggles, running inside as you wave to him walking down towards the car park.

After what felt like hours waiting, Jimin was finally on his way down to pick D/N up from school, “How was your day, princess?” he asks, scouping up his daughter into his arms when she ran towards him, Y/N not far behind. “She’s been an absolute angel today! I can’t wait to teach her everyday~” you call out, following slowly behind D/N. Jimin laughs softly as he looks at his daughter, happy she’s making him even more proud than he thought was possible.

“Miss Y/L/N is very nice, and very pretty!” D/N says as Jimin walks towards the car, with her still in his arms, he looks back to see you waving at you, “Yeah, she is,” he says softly, giving a small little wave before putting hhis daughter in the car and driving away.

- Time skip -

After days of seeing Y/N welcoming the children into the class, and realising how great she is as a person, and seeing her interacting with D/N, Jimin couldn’t help but to start developing feelings for her. Every morning, it’ll make him wonder what would happen if he even asked you out for a date, even if it couldn’t go anywhere, but he didn’t want to ruin the relationship that you had with his daughter as her teacher.

“You’re always bringing D/N in, is mum busy working all the time?” you ask genuienly, apologising when you see his face shift, a small frown appears on his face, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry” you apologise as he shakes his head, showing you a small smile, double checking where D/N was in the class room, smiling softly before explaining, “Her mother left me, and didn’t want to know D/N after she met her new husband and had kids with him, so it’s just me and my little princess. I don’t have the heart to tell her about the real reason about why she doesn’t have a mum.” his voice cracks as you offer him a tissue ready, but he denies it. “Well, she’s a very special little girl to have such a great super dad like you. You can tell you take the best care of her.” you reply, putting your hand on his shoulder as he nods, sighing in relief that it’s noticable that he tries his best.

He knew this probably was bad timing considering the topic just discussed, but he couldn’t hold onto his thoughts running through his head, “I was just wondering, would you like to go on a date or something?” he shyly asks, almost blushing that he actually let those words out, you’re taken back a little but smile at him, nodding as you look back at D/N, who deep down, was your favourite child in your class. You knew you shouldn’t have favourites but she was a special girl, with a very handsome, amazing dad, who you were struggling to hide from yourself that you were also slowly starting to get a little crush on.

“I’d love that!” you reply, writing down your number, handing it over to him as his cheeks turn right red.

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lolbtsaus · 7 years

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Proud (Father!Namjoon)

Plot: Just some really fucking soft father!Namjoon fluff

Word Count: 895

A/N: so I’ve just been in a father!BTS mood idek why I’m just really soft rn and I needed this in my life, I needed bby Kim stealing joon’s clothes and him being really sentimental bc you know that boy, as soft and loving as he is, would totally have those nights where he just thinks “damn, I’m lucky” so I had to do it for myself, the link for this is father!joon (all of the father related posts are here)

He sat in the middle of his daughter's room, his eyes covered by his hands while he waited to hear her little feet pattering back in. She had just finished her bath and had asked him if she could surprise him with something, and being the sucker for those big puppy dog eyes, he said yes. So now there he was, surrounded by her toys and trying his best not to bump into her tea table, remembering how heartbroken she had been when he'd cleaned it off and put it away before she was done with her tea party, not knowing she was having one to begin with. It had taken him an hour, a countless amount of failed bribe attempts and an ice cream bar for her to forgive him and he didn't want to do all of that when she was meant to be in bed within the hour.

He wasn't sure what to expect, he never was with her. Toddlers had a funny way of doing the unexpected, due to their uncontrollable curiosity. She was particularly curious, since Namjoon had always promoted learning and would continue to do so for the rest of her life. He had bought her toys that encouraged her curious side, reading her children’s book every night, giving her the nickname “smart girl.” She loved to impress him in any way she could, drawing his pictures and smiling with delight when he smothered her in affection after praising her work. She wanted him to be proud of her and he always was but she still liked taking that extra step.

She ran into the room, a wide smile on her face. “Okay, open your eyes!”

He uncovered his eyes to see his precious angel stood in front of him, nearly drowning in one of t-shirts, a proud look on her face. All he could was smile back, feeling the laughter bubbling up at how cute his oldest child was, her hair still soaking wet and dripping water onto his shirt, which he now noticed was on backwards. He was quick to pick her up, hugging her as tightly as he could without hurting her, pressing a few kisses to her cheeks as she let out one of his favorite sounds; her laughter.

“Is that my shirt? The one I just washed because someone spilled their soup onto it?” he teased, earning a bashful giggle before she nodded her head quickly.

“Yeah! It doesn’t smell like soup anymore! I put it on by myself too.” she added, giving him an excited smile.

“You’re growing up, stop it.”

He remembered when she had been so small, she had been just a tiny dot on the ultrasound picture. He remembered tilting his head this way and that to try to figure out what exactly what he was looking at but he also remembered tearing up because it didn’t matter if he couldn’t see her yet, she was on her way. He saw her get bigger and clearer with every ultrasound, eventually being able to even make out her features, seeing her head, her limbs. She was still so little when she was born, looking around the room from her position in his arms, falling asleep in them and turning them into her new home. He remembered taking her home from the hospital, still asleep because babies apparently slept a lot more than he thought they did, especially when they were this young and new to the world.

He remembered walking around your shared home with her, showing her around and telling her stories about each room, despite her being asleep. He remembered her first smile, directed towards you and him as you cooed out your good mornings. He had vowed in that moment to do everything and anything he possibly could to keep that smile on her face. That meant playing along with her games when she got older and started letting her imagination run wild. He was more than happy to let her set crowns onto his head, to let her dress up in his stage clothes, to let her play on his phone, even though she’d already dropped it twice and shattered the screen both times and had nearly gone through with her attempt to drop it into the toilet bowl before he’d stopped her.

“I wanted to see if it would float.” was her only reasoning and he hadn’t been able to tell if he should laugh or put every form of technology on lock down until she learned that water and technology didn’t mix well and that no, his phone wouldn’t float.

But now, as she got comfortable on her bed, her head resting on his arm while he read her her book, he realized she was already smarter than she had been that day, just a few months ago. She was already making him proud, prouder than he could ever say, just by being herself. He knew, as he shut the book quietly and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead as she slept, that he would never stop being proud of her. And as he turned her nightlight on and left the door open just a crack, he smiled to himself because this was his life now, a life he had wanted for a long time. Bed time stories, tea parties and firefly nightlights.

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lil-nct-scenarios-11 · 7 years

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BTS- As Dads

Group: BTS- all members

Theme: BTS as dads

Type: bullet-style reaction/scenario

Jin

dude you already know he’s gunna be annoying the hell outta his kids with all of his dad jokes

he’d always make sure they are well-fed and always prepare really cutesy snacks for them to take to school

he’d totally be that one parent who shows off their kids and brag about them when he meets up other parents

even though he jokes often, he’d still be kinda strict and make sure they always do their homework and fun stuff like that

you already know he’s a soccer dad with that mini van ready

he’d treasure his kids but would rarely tell his kids that instead he would tell another bad joke to avoid tell them how he really feels

Suga

hold on I'm not ready for this rn

ok so i feel like he’d always be sooo proud of his kids no matter what they do and shower them with love endlessly

he’d be more on the stricter side but he’d be super affectionate

he’d encourage them to go out and explore and try new things

he’d tell them that that there are lots of paths waiting be discovered and that they should leave their mark behind

he’d randomly start smiling at them because he loves them so much

J-Hope

he would never hold back when showing how much he loves his kids

he’d be that dad who’s always happy but embarrassing

ooohh he’d be teaching his kiddos how to dance from when they take their first steps

anddd he’d totally be that dad who’s all about self- love

like he’d be ‘mmhmh don’t listen to that person, you know you worth wayyy more than that’

he’d also be that friend dad because he’s a great listener and he can get suuuper sassy making ideal him to talk to

basically he’d be a really great dad since he’d teach his kids to truly love themselves and he’d love them with an end too

Rap Monster

he’d see their potential and always, always tell them to pursue what they are passionate about

he’d always give his kiddos advice but they would get bored because ‘we get it dad, you’ve reached your lecture limit for the day’

he’s a hugger, he’d hug his kids and tell them how he loves them and wouldn’t ever wanna let them go

butttt he’s pretty embarrassing too like i don't need to explain why w just all know what I'm taking about

he’s that one really chill dad, the one who always has great stories to share and one that other kids would be jealous of because of that

Jimin

my heart someone plz send help

he’s always staring at his kids with admiration, thinking about how they are the most precious beings on this planet

you would literally never see him without a smile on his face because he’s got that kinda love that just fills up every fiber of his being

he’d love to read his kids bedtime stories even if they got too old for them and they’d love it to because his voice would lull them to sleep easily

he’s an average dad and isn’t really strict because again he’d think kids are lil angels

bless his soul

he’d be really easy on his kids and spoil them endlessly with his love and with any their lil hearts ever wanted

he’s a mix of both Jimin and J-Hope but he’d be more sterner when it came to school work but are similar when it comes to being more playful

he’d be a body positivity kinda dad like he’d be sayin things ‘love yourself for the way you are’

he’d also be kinda greedy when it came to food like it would be war tryna get a piece of whatever food there was to eat

his kids would also find him doing strange lil things like talking to himself or something so they’d be asking their other parent like ‘is he ok, are u sure???’

he’s just a really playful dad would knows when to be sassy and stuff and when to be more sterner

Jungkook

oooh he’s the kinda dad that his kids would boast about at school and he’s teach his kids to be kinda smug but we all know that would just come naturally

this boi would be ready to defend and protect his kids at any given moment

he wouldn’t necessarily be strict but he isn't so lenient either, he’d just expect a lot from his kids but they’d be naturally talented so like...

he’d also brag about his kids a lot and would never hold back

at the end of the day, he’d be very grateful that he has really great kids who accomplish a lot so he’d be proud asf

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notsoguiltykpop · 7 years

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The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt11 (Final)

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”

Namjoon’s hair had been kept short while he was in a coma, so short that the first thing Taehyung said to him once he woke up was that he looked like an egg. There wasn’t any purple left in his hair, that was gone long ago. Now it was back to it’s natural dark brown, and he still wasn’t used to seeing himself in the mirror.

“You need a haircut.” Taehyung said. He was sitting across from Namjoon at a little table in the hospitals cafeteria. They had long since finished eating, and were now playing cards. Namjoon was sick of sitting in the small hospital room he’d been put in over a month ago, and was putting off going back to it. He shared it with an elderly man who, while nice enough, snored even when he was awake and never stopped talking about the mice in his attic. “That’s the first thing we should do when you’re discharged.”

Namjoon laughed at his friend. “Sounds like a plan.” Truth be told, Namjoon was just ready to be anywhere other than the hospital. He was starting to feel like he was going insane surrounded by all the white walls, and the smell of bleach and disinfectant was nauseating after a while.

“One more week and you’re free.” Taehyung said, almost as though having read Namjoon’s mind. Namjoon nodded. One more week til he could get out of this place. One more week till he could contact you. One more week...

“You’re not still thinking about seeing your stalker, are you?” Taehyung was looking at his hand of cards, and said the words causally. It had been a cause of some discourse over the past few weeks because Namjoon wouldn’t outright say he would stay away from you. Taehyung had, for the most part, stayed out of the discussion, saying that he didn’t know enough about it to have an opinion. Yoongi must have talked to him, Namjoon figured.

“Who said I was going to?” Namjoon replied mildly. Maybe his time with you really was a product of his own imagination combined with stories his friends had told him. But if there was any chance at all that the you he knew was real, he had to know.

“Yoongi has a good point, you know. It could be dangerous.”

“Yoongi is paranoid.” Namjoon said dryly. He was grateful to Yoongi, he really was. But Namjoon was an adult, and he didn’t understand why it was so important to Yoongi, Jungkook, and now Taehyung that he didn’t find out for sure if you were the person he thought you were.

“Maybe.” Taehyung set down his cards to fix Namjoon with a stare. “But can you blame him? Can you blame any of us? We already lost you, Namjoon. We just got you back. How do you think any of us would feel if you were ax-murdered by your stalker the week you got out of the hospital?”

“I thought you, of all people, would believe me.” Namjoon sighed. But even he was starting to doubt himself. It didn’t make sense for him to have an out-of-body experience, and for you, a complete stranger, to be the only person who could see or hear him. It wasn’t logical, and he had always based his decisions on logic. But that last night with you, you had mentioned soulmates, and the word had stuck in his head ever since.

“And I thought you, of all people, would look for proof before jumping to conclusions.” Taehyung’s mouth turned upwards on the sides, just the faintest smile gracing his face. “All I’m saying is don’t do anything stupid. Don’t go looking for her, don’t knock on her door. Look her up online first, at the very least. Please? For our sake? For you parents?”

Ugh, leave it to Taehyung to bring up his parents. That was a good way to guilt Namjoon into a lot of things. Namjoon knew he should at least do a google search of your name, but he had been scared to. What if you weren’t the person he remembered spending so much time with? What if you really were just some stalker? He hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it. He didn’t want to be wrong, not about you. He didn’t think he could deal with that at the moment. “Okay. Alright.” Namjoon held his hands up in defeat. “I won’t do anything stupid.”

It ended up taking longer than a week for Namjoon to actually be discharged, and even then he was told he had to keep coming back for physical therapy. He could walk with a cane now, though was instructed not to over exert himself. “You won’t even need that pretty soon.” The doctor had said, gesturing to the black cane at Namjoon’s side. “It’s spectacular how fast you’re recovering.”

Namjoon didn’t feel spectacular in any way though.

His parents had kept a great deal of his things, and insisted that he move back in with them at least until he was fully recovered. Mr. Bang had called, and cried, telling him his office would be there when Namjoon was ready to get back to work, but not to push himself. This left Namjoon feeling like a teen again, living with his parents and escorted everywhere, and with not nearly enough to do. Whenever he had time to himself, his mind would wander back to you. Were you eating well? Were you happy he was gone? Were you sad? Were you okay?

Were you real?

It was driving him insane.

Taehyung kept his word and the first thing they did was get his hair cut--as soon as Namjoon’s mother would let him out of her sight, which took nearly a month after he was discharged.

“He’ll be fine!” Taehyung insisted. “I’ll hold his hand if we cross any streets, I promise.” Namjoon tried to hit Taehyung’s arm for that, but he moved out of the way too fast.

They met up with Jungkook and Yoongi downtown, and Taehyung took endless pictures of all of them, saying he was going to make a photo album of it called “Namjoons Big Day Out.”

“My god you’re annoying.” Yoongi complained as Taehyung took yet another picture.

“You’ll thank me later.” Taehyung stuck out his tongue and Jungkook laughed. None of them really knew where they were walking to, all they knew was they would know it when they saw it. “When we’re old and wrinkly, you’ll be glad to look back at these and remember how smooth your skin was.”

“I think Yoongi already had wrinkles though.” Jungkook mused, then quickly darted away from Yoongi. “We should go in here.” He said as he sidestepped around Taehyung (who had been walking backwards) and into a little antique shop.

“Looks interesting.” Namjoon shrugged, following Jungkook. He was wrong, as it turned out; there wasn’t anything particularly interesting there. Some old paintings that were too proper, old scratched vinyls of even older bands that no one had ever herd of, and pictures of people without names. Namjoon was looking around for his friends, planning to tell them that he was ready to leave if they were, when he saw someone he never thought he’d be so happy to set eyes on.

“Kim Seokjin.” He said to the slightly taller man who was sorting through CD’s. The man looked up upon hearing his name, looking at Namjoon confused.

“Sorry?” He said, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re Kim Seokjin, right?” Namjoon pressed.

“Yeah. Do we know each other?” Seokjin looked increasingly confused.

“Yes! No. Kind of?” If Seokjin was real, so were you. You had to be. “I’m--I’m the ghost in apartment 1403, where your friend lives. Or, I was.”

Seokjin blinked very slowly.

“I’m so sorry.” It was as though Yoongi appeared out of nowhere, quickly stepping between Namjoon and Seokjin. “My friend’s been through a lot and he gets confused sometimes.”

“I’m not confused!” Namjoon objected. “I nearly gave you hypothermia. I broke the dishes in the cabinet, and you came with her to the club I dragged her to. You remember, right?” Namjoon found his voice getting quieter as he spoke. Seokjin still wasn’t saying anything. Maybe he was wrong.

“But you’re not dead.” He said finally. Namjoon felt like his heart might actually stop--Seokjin knew who he was, what he was talking about!

“That’s just it--I never was! It was all a really weird misunderstanding.”

“Namjoon, what are you talking about?” Jungkook was there now, eyes wide as he looked from Yoongi, to Namjoon, and then to Seokjin.

“Prove it.” Seokjin said suddenly, narrowing his eyes.

“There’s nothing to prove, I told you he’s confused.” Yoongi tried, putting a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“I, uh...” Namjoon searched his memory for something. “You brought flowers the first time you showed up at the apartment?”

“I bring flowers most places I go.” Seokjin frowned. “Something else.”

“I can’t think of anything else! It’s not like you were around all that much!” Namjoon said disparagingly. “I annoyed her to no end, you knew that, right? And I ruined her favorite lipstick when she was ignoring me--get off of me, Jungkook.” Namjoon was interrupted by Jungkook trying to lead him away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to ask you to stop talking to our friend, you’re upsetting him.” Taehyung said to Seokjin.

“You’re all upsetting him far more than I am.” Seokjin snapped. “Now all of you just mind your own business for a second so we can finish our conversation.”

“Who do you think you are?” Yoongi retorted. Seokjin ignored this however, turning his attention back to Namjoon. “So let me get this straight. You were the ghost haunting my best friend, who broke everything and nearly killed me? That was all you, but you’re not even dead?”

“I didn’t nearly kill you.” Namjoon shook his head.

“You did too. If you’re telling the truth, it was you that made that god awful goop that I was told was soup. Do you know she was so upset by your spontaneous disappearance that she wouldn’t even let me throw it away? It was disgusting, and she made me come over and eat it with her--”

“Namjoon?” Your voice cut into Seokjin’s rant and it felt as though the whole world went quiet.

“You’re real.” Was all Namjoon could say. He pushed Taehyung out of his way as he got closer to you, who looked like you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Are you...?” You didn’t finish your question, because you didn’t have to. Your hand reached up and pocked the side of his face, into the dimple he was sure was showing up because of how hard he was smiling. He looked the same, you thought, but also different. His hair was it’s natural color, and he looked more put-together than he had floating around your apartment. But there was no mistaking it; this was indeed Namjoon. “But you moved on?”

Namjoon shook his head. “Turns out I was in a coma. It was an out-of-body experience, I just didn't know it.”

You hit his arm. It wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for, but it sure was nice for you hand not to simply pass right through him. “Idiot.” You muttered, though you couldn’t help the smile on your face. “How did you not know you were alive?”

Namjoon shrugged, still grinning. “I guess it explains why I never felt dead, right?”

“This really is him?” Seokjin pointed at Namjoon.

“Yeah.” You said, nodding.

“I told you to stay away--” Yoongi started.

“Oh, hush.” Taehyung said to Yoongi. “This Seokjin guy just confirmed everything, so just calm down.”

“Who would have thought you were real!” Seokjin laughed.

You frowned at this. “What do you mean? I thought you believed me!” You said incredulously. Seokjin smiled somewhat guiltily.

“I believed he was real to you. I figured it was a “Lars and the Real Girl” type of situation.”

“A what?” Yoongi interrupted.

“You know, like this fictional ghost you made up was helping you cope with something.” Seokjin said to you. “I figured his moving on was just your way of letting go, and not needing him anymore.”

You blinked. “I can’t believe you! And why did you believe Namjoon so quickly then?”

Seokjin shrugged. “He recognized me, and knew things about the first time I visited you at your apartment that I’m sure you’ve never told anyone.”

You turned your attention back to Namjoon. Slowly, carefully, you reached your hands out, placing them on either side of Namjoon’s face as though you still didn’t quite believe he was standing there. You knew it was weird, but you wanted to know he was really there.

“I thought you were gone.” You whispered.

“I thought I was, too.” Namjoon shrugged. “I was also starting to think you were a dream.”

“My hands don’t go through you anymore.” You said, the smile returning to your face. “You’re really here.” Your voice broke as you said the words, eyes shining with unshed tears. Namjoon nodded, unable to speak. You were real. You weren’t a figment of his imagination, you were the exact person he remembered spending so much time with, the person he remembered falling in love with. He took a step closer, leaning forward and brushing his forehead with yours.

“I told you I’d find you.” Namjoon said quietly, taking on of your hands gently and kissing the palm of you hand. “And this time, I’m not dead.”

A/N Okay so maybe not as much fluff as I promised and maybe it’s a little more cliche but everything I end is cliche, haha. Thanks so much for reading this story, and for sticking with me for so long! I know I started it a while ago and I’m inconsistent about updates. Thank you for all of the kind words of encouragement and understanding, and every single message/comment! I know I don’t always reply to all of them, but I read them all! And they mean so much to me, really. It makes me so happy to know that something I wrote could make someone else happy, or make their day a little better. And as always, let me know what you thought! Love you all,

--Boo <3 <3 <3

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Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 7

Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3 / Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/ Pt. 6/ Pt. 7/ Pt. 8/ Pt 9

{Warning: smut ahead!}

The thing was, you loved Jackson. Jackson was your best friend, having met you when still were a trainee at your former agency, and working his way into a friendship like he always did with every English speaker he could find. It was him who suggested you to a manager at JYPe when you had decided to leave the dream of being a singer behind, he was also the one who refused to let you give up. He was also the one who actually made you go to the damn meeting with the producer himself to discuss the matters of your contract.The two of you had grown so close together he knew what you were feeling before yourself did.

The thing also was, you really didn’t want to go to his birthday party. Which was terrible of you. Jackson deserved the world and you couldn't even find in yourself the will to get ready to wish him a happy birthday, maybe sing a little song and leave the famous people infested party. The netizens comments on you weren’t good. They could be worse, sure, just the immature stans were saying bad things, but you knew these fans weren’t the whole fandom. After the official statement your agency had made, the comments seemed to dim down.

But you still were silly enough to look at the comment section of that stupid article. Big mistake. That had ruined your mood, killed your appetite and will to move away from your bed. Which was why you had called in the big weapons.

You had called Hyejin, the only one who could pretty much kick your ass into the right place when you were being like this. She was soon knocking on your door, leaning against the corridor wall all dramatic in her red dress, smiling at you like the cat who ate the canary.

She lost her smile the second she saw the state you were in. You had just taken a shower, your hair was roughly dried with your hair dryer, looking like a mess and your face wasn't any better. You had dark circles for days, which made you look a little bit like a zombie.

“Oh my God, you look like actual shit.”

“That’s nice.” you snorted, stepping aside for her to come in. “You look like an actual goddess. That’s not fair at all.”

Rolling her eyes so hard at you wondered if she could see her brain, she threw an arm around you. You weren’t lying. Hyeji was probably one of the most beautiful women on Earth, and the tight red dress made her look even more like the femme fatale she was known to be. She leads the way to your room, sitting you in the chair in front of your desk, already reaching for your makeup drawer to start working on you, “Tell me what's bothering you, sweetie.”

If there was someone you trusted to be impartial about all your problems was her. Hyejin always spoke her mind, and even if it sometimes hurt you, she was mostly always right. She had taken you out of a lot of emotional dumps just by listening to you and telling, as logically as possible, in what ways you were being stupid and for that, you loved her fiercely. So you told her. About Sehun approaching you again, about Namjoon and you and whatever the hell it was that was happening between you two and…

“He hasn't texted me in, like, 4 days? Which is odd, because I can’t think of anything that I’ve done that could have gotten this reaction from him. And I mean, he doesn't have to text me every day, but I thought we were friends, y’know?”

“Honey,” she said, looking at you like you were younger than her, and not actually her older by good six months. “you can’t be casual and be friends. I love you, you know that right? So don't get me wrong when I say you should think about what you feel for him. And don’t even come at me with that ridiculous I don’t feel nothing that I know you’re about to say. You are probably one of the most talented, amazing and loving persons I know, and if that asshole thinks he can ignore you for days and you’re still gonna go running to him he can think twice.”

You blinked a little as she applied highlighter on the high points of your face. “I don’t go running to him, though. He’s the one who usually comes here.”

She gave you a knowing look. “Still. You’re a strong woman, Y/N. Don't let those ridiculous antis get to you. It's your life, you can live how you want to.” she cocked her head, seeming to think a little better. “I mean, without breaking your contract, that is. You don’t have a dating ban, do you?”

You shook your head. You didn't. Your contract was a little different from the rest of the artists, you knew that. You had specifically asked to not be moved to a dorm, and after your year as a trainee at JYPe, they trusted you enough not to have to legally ban you from dating.

She hummed a little, going to your closet as you start curling the ends of your hair. She had made an excellent job on you, going full glam with the makeup. Your smokey eyes made you look sexy and mysterious, and the highlighter made you absolutely gleam every time you moved your head, it was so different than the soft make-up you usually used when you were performing that it made you look like a new person. You already felt better with just that.

She threw a black bandage dress in your face, making you glare at her. She gave you a very suspicious smile “You’re going to look so hot, Unnie.”

It was your time to roll your eyes. “I’m not trying to look hot, Hyejin-ah. I’m not even gonna stay there for long. Pick some jeans or something, not a dress.”

Pouting a little, she chose high waisted ripped black jeans and a rose cropped top, which was just comfortable enough without looking too effortless. You slipped into the high heels she had waiting for you, checking yourself in the mirror. You did look good, even if you weren’t dressed for the type of party Jackson was famous for throwing.

You smiled at her, your full megawatt smile. You felt ready to go to your Best friend party, even if you didn't really know a third of the people who would be there.

The good thing was that the boys' dorm was literally in the same neighborhood your apartment complex was, in another one of the housing complexes. You and Hyejin only had to walk two blocks, you could even drive if you wanted. You checked the mirror again, feeling a lot more confident than before.

She was the one who drove you two there in the end. After the security at the gates checked if you both were on the list and not some crazy fans trying to crash the party, you both walked to the door of the big house the boys had recently moved in. You could hear the low bass echoing through the walls, making your skin crawl with the beat, all these years of training telling you that you should be dancing, following the beat.

Opening the door, you let your eyes adjust to the low lights, recognizing a few faces in the living room, Hyejin pulling you behind her to say hi to them. You see a familiar set of shoulders, and you reach out your hand grabbing his sleeve.

“Oppa!” you say, smiling widely at the black haired man that was now giving you his famous eye smile.

“Y/N, you look stunning,” Jaebum says as he looks at you from head to toes, whistling low. “Did you find Jackson yet? He asked me about you a while ago.”

“I just got here, I don't know where he is. Take me to him?”

He nods, extending his hand to you. You take it without hesitation. Like all the rest of GOT7, he felt like family, you were used to the skinship. You waved at a few other Idols that called your name, smiling at them and promising to come back to talk later. You caught what you thought to be a familiar face with the corner of your eyes, but when you tried to identify who was it Jaebum was opening the door to the backyard, where Jackson was surrounded by - guess what- more famous people. You scoffed fondly at him, how he could make that many friends you didn't know.

The blond haired man screeched your name when he caught sight of you, making all the heads around him turn your way.

“You came! I'm so happy!” he screamed, turning to his side, grabbing the person closest to him, who happened to be his maknae. “Yugyeom! Y/N is here! Arent you happy, we love her don't we?”

You looked at Jaebum, who shrugged. “He drank a little already, you know how he is.”

You rolled your eyes going to him and hugging him, the familiar perfume making you smile. He spun you around for a second, and you humored him. It was his birthday, after all.

“Happy birthday, Oppa.” you managed to say after he put you down, hugging him tightly. “ Are you having fun?”

He nodded enthusiastically, making you smile again. You loved him, and even more so you loved seeing him happy. “You look so pretty that I'll forgive you for coming late. Do you want a drink?”

You hesitated for a second, making Jaebum lift his bottle of water to you. “Go ahead, I'll take you home later if you want, I won't be drinking today, I lost the ladder game.”

“You're so unlucky, oppa.” you said pityingly at him, making him ruffle your hair teasingly. You turned back to Jackson, who was excusing himself from his friends. “I'll take your offer, though.”

Jackson led you to the bar, back inside the house at the kitchen. There was a snack table next to it, you a… puppy ice sculpture on it? You laughed quietly with yourself.

“Two soju bombs, please,” he ordered, turned back at you as the bartender set the glasses of beer on the counter, pouring the two shots of soju and dropping the shot glasses inside the beer. You lift your glass at him.

“Here's to you, oppa. I hope you can be even more successful this year. I love you, Wang puppy.”

You both gulped down the contents of the drink, one glass alone being able to give you a pleasant buzz. You weren't a lightweight, so you should be okay for now.

“How are you? I feel like it's been ages since I last saw you. Are you still rehearsing for the special stage? What song was it again?”

You sighed. Just thinking about all the time you had spent locked in the dance studio made you tired. “It's Fetish, by Selena. There's so much floor grinding on it that I don't know how they're gonna air it. But I've been fine, you don't have to worry about me, oppa.”

He tsked at you. “You always say that. How about our dearest rapper, are you still seeing him?”

You sucked your bottom lip in, biting at it trying to formulate your answer. “I guess? It's been awhile since I last saw him. But it's not like we're dating, y'know. Were casual.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I thought you guys cuddled.”

You sighed, ordering rum and coke. “I cuddle you and we're not dating.”

“We're not fucking either.” He singsongs, his head quickly turning in the direction of someone else trying to wish him a happy birthday.” Look, try to have fun, alright? Find me if you need anything or Jaebum hyung.”

You waved at him. Focusing on the drink in your hand, you made your way through the crowd, trying to find Hyejin again or at least someone else you were familiar enough with

“Hello, stranger.”

Your hand goes straight to your heart as you turn around and see Chanyeol giving you his dorky grin. You both were friends, and your break up with his group member didn't change this fact.

“Oppa, you scared me!” you punched him lightly in the shoulder, noticing a very grumpy looking man beside him, looking at you with curiosity. You bowed awkwardly when you realized who he was. “Sunbaenim.”

Min Yoongi looked at you with a knowing smirk. “Have you been well, Y/N?”

You nod at him, trying to give a confident smile. Did he know about you and Namjoon? “I’ve been well, thanks for asking.”

“Yoongi-yah, have you heard the demo for her new song? I’ve been helping her with her rapping, it’s coming along pretty well.”

Yoongi looked at you again, eyebrow cocked. “You asked Chanyeol for help when you could have just asked Namjoon?”

You faltered a little at the mention of Namjoons name. God, you should really follow Hyejin advice and just sort out your feelings already.

“Oppa can you stop promoting me to every single person you know? You’re even worse than Jackson,” you whined, then turned back to the black haired rapper. “I did not ask him for help, I just sent the song to him to get a second opinion. And Namjoon was busy, why would I bother him?”

Chanyeol frowned a little. “Why would she ask Namjoon for help?”

“Cause they’re dating, that's why.”

You almost snorted your drink through your nose, making him laugh at your expression, taking another sip of the drink in his hand. Chanyeol, the traitor, openly laughed at how red you got.

“We’re not dating. Why does everybody thinks I’m dating somebody?” You pointed a finger at the taller man. “Stop laughing you overgrown puppy, we’re not like that.”

“Sure you aren’t,” Yoongi replied, seeming more amused than he should be, voice laced with irony. “Look, send me the song, it won't kill me to take a look at it. I heard some of your tracks before, you’re pretty talented, it wouldn't hurt me to help you.”

You bowed again, smiling brightly. “That would be great, I’m a big fan of your mixtape, I cried listening to it.”

He gave you his famous shrug. “I have that effect on people.”

Someone else called you from across the room, so you took your leave.

A blur of a familiar face catches your attention at the corner of the room. Just as tall as you remembered him, Namjoon looked as strikingly handsome as always as he sucked faces with a girl that looked like a model. His hands were gripping her waist as he pinned her against the wall, and you felt sick, sick, sick, a foreign feeling settling in your chest, knocking the air out of your lungs as you turned on your heels and left the room.

You had to get out of there. You had to sort yourself out, because of this feeling, whatever it was, was something you weren't supposed to have. You weren't supposed to feel hurt by it. But he was avoiding you, even though you had done absolutely nothing wrong. Even though you two were friends.

You know you two weren’t exclusive, but you never thought he actually was hooking up with other girls. You turned around, going back down to were Hyejin was with some of her other Idol friends. The only one you knew was Jaebum and Jimin. Hyejin looked at you surprised when you simply took the drink from her hand, drinking it all in one long gulp.

“Are you okay?” She asked, taking the cup back. “You look upset.”

You gave her a smile that could only be described as a little maniac.“I’m great. I'm going to dance for a bit then I think I'll head back home.”

She and Jaebum exchanged a look. The older man looked at you with concerned eyes. “Come get me when you're ready, ok? I'll drive you.”

You nod. waving at them ad you made your way to the dance floor, hips already swaying with the beat of the music that was playing. You needed to get your mind off of the image of Namjoon swallowing some girls face, and you knew you could erase all your thoughts while you were dancing.

You could feel the alcohol freeing your movements even more, making your thoughts go hazy and taking your worries off of it. You weren't drunk, by any means, you were just feeling slightly buzzed.

You soon find a group of female idols gesturing at you to join them, which you happily do so, accepting another drink and doing the slightly unsynchronized choreography of whatever music was playing. When you feel your last drink starting to fade, you make your way to the bar again, tripping over something on the way.

Strong hands catch you before you can even fall down, the scene all too familiar.

“Why are you always tripping in something?”

You look up at Sehun, looking like a model as always. You have to stop yourself from scoffing at him. “That’s cause you’re always in my way.”

He seemed a little amused at that, taking the drink from the bartender and handing it to you. “I was literally behind you. But yeah, I was looking for you, I still want to talk.”

You give him your best stinky eye, which wasn’t that stinky at all, but really adorable. “Why should I talk to you? Last time I talked to you someone started rumors about us again.”

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I know, I’m sorry about that. I just really want to clear the air between us. I’m tired of you avoiding me every time.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, scrutinizing the boy in front of you. He looked sincere, and to be honest you were also tired of all this. You were a little drunk by now, which made it less likely to you killing him. And you were tired of having all those bad feeling about him, hating someone took a lot of energy.

You nod your head, looking around for somewhere you two can talk without having to shout. Seeming to understand what you wanted, Sehun grabbed you arm lightly when you looked a little unstable again in your high heels, guiding you to the kitchen.

You push yourself up on the counter, sitting comfortably. Sehun watches every move you make, his sharp eyes familiar even after all this time. “You can talk, stop staring at me.”

“I’m sorry.” He starts after a second or two, taking a step closer to you, eyes on yours now. “I was wrong about the things I said to you. I was stressed about the group and I took it out on you. I regret the way we broke things off. I didn’t know how to deal with my emotions.”

You feel yourself nodding again. You had lashed out of stress more than once too, you could understand. But even so, his words had hurt you. “Did you mean any of it, though, even a little bit? Me being hard to love, and a clingy pain in the ass?

He winced at the memory. “You’re not any of that. I didn't mean it, Y/N. You were perfect, I was just stupid, and my manager kept telling me that all my fans would drop me if they knew I was dating you. I just wanted a way out.”

You nursed your drink again, pondering about what he said. You could understand, you were in the same position than him, being an idol it was a scary thing to like somebody. After what seemed like a while, you smiled tentatively at him again. “Okay, Sehun-ah, I forgive you.”

He looked up at you, giving another step forward, getting closer to you. “Really? But why?”

You laughed a little. “I’m trying to be a better person, and hate is not a pretty feeling. But I won’t get back with you, I still don’t understand all that bullcrap at the café.”

“I meant it. I do miss you, and I’m not gonna lie, if we got back together it would be amazing. Do you really don’t feel anything for me anymore?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really know what I feel about anything lately,” you answer truthfully, letting him rest his hands on the counter, trapping you in between them, watching him as he leans a little bit more towards you.

And maybe you only let him do that because of all the drinks you had, or maybe it was because you saw Namjoon with that girl and you wanted to prove yourself something, or maybe it was because Hyejin had told you to sort your feelings about everything, which was what you decided to do now when he asked, “Do you want me to leave? Is this okay?”

And you shook your head, “Is okay, I want to see if it’s true.”

He smiled at you, bringing his lips to yours, his hands now gripping your hips as he kissed you deeply. And it was… it was nice. Sehun had always been a good kisser, and he felt familiar. He kissed you like he wanted to prove a point, biting your bottom lip and sucking it. It was nice, but...

But he didn’t make your heart skip a beat anymore, didn't feel like home like he used to in the past. Not like someone else did. You pushed him away lightly, giving him a small smile. “It’s not the same, is it?”

He sighed, sliding both his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, it isn’t.”

You leaped out of you sitting position, sending a wave of dizziness to your head, making him reach out his hand to stabilize you again. “Oh, shit. I should go home before I break my ankle. Did you see where Jaebum went?”

He guided you through the crowd again, earning you two a few stares. You didn’t really mind. You were feeling especially light, in a way that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with not having a bunch of negative emotions about someone. And yes, you still were kinda hurt by everything he said, but you knew you had made the right decision at being a better person. You had needed closure about that, and you finally got it. Your other feelings you could deal with later.

Namjoon listened to Jackson talk about this new rapper he liked, smiling at his friend. Jackson was so excitable. He looked around discreetly, trying to spot you. He saw you smiling at Yoongi earlier before that girl had pulled him upstairs, offering a smile and the promise of making him forget about all the thoughts of you.

It obviously didn’t work. It didn’t feel right, kissing her, pressing her against the wall.

Heaving a sigh, he focused on his slightly inebriated friend again. He was standing with his back to the door, which was why he heard you before he saw you.

“Oppa,” you called out, making Jackson turn his head in your direction. “where's Jaebum? I want to go home.”

In the back of his mind Namjoon thought how ridiculous it was, the way you looked straight out of a movie as you walked over to them, avoiding people who were in the way. Being in this field of work he was pretty accustomed to pretty girls in high heels. But you, he thought, looked like something out of this world. He had thought so as well the first time he saw you, nervous-looking but still smiling at your dongsaengs encouragingly as you were walking the way to your first stage, bowing at him and smiling when you two crossed ways.

“Nah, last I saw him he was talking to Youngjae. Do you want me to call you a cab?”

You almost tripped on somebody's foot, making a hand shot from behind you, keeping you in place. You batted the hand away, turning to say something to the owner of it. With your movements, Namjoon was able to see Sehun behind you, giving an amused smirk at what sounded like an annoyed 'i'm not gonna trip stop trying to catch me you big tree log”.

And just like when he had seen the photos, he felt something heavy in his chest.

Sehun lifted his hands to show he was giving up, turning around and leaving the room as you rolled your eyes. You turned your attention back to Jackson. your eyes finally registering who was standing beside him.

Your gazed locked in his for a second, full of things he didn't know how to identify. Before he could say anything, you averted your eyes. “ I can walk home, I’m not drunk or anything and it's close by anyway.”

You walked over, giving Jackson a hug, smiling at him wishing him a happy birthday again. “Try the next room, but if you’re going alone be careful, okay?”

And before he could say anything, before he could even explain why he hadn’t talked to you in days, you were walking away again.

“She’s really pretty, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon croaks after a second, watching you disappear through the crowd.” she’s breathtaking.”

“I don’t know what happened between you two,” Jackson says, quietly but more serious than Namjoon had ever seen him look, “but you should fix it Namjoon.”

Namjoon gulps down the drink in his hand. “Nothing happened. I don’t fuck with girls with boyfriends, that’s all.”

Jackson frowns, looking over at the taller man again. “She doesn’t. She and Sehun broke up over a year ago. And besides, she never looked at anybody like she looks at you.”

“Oh,” Namjoon whispered, checking his pockets for his phone. “I have to- look, happy birthday, Jackson, but I should-”

“Yeah yeah, go after her.”

After removing your makeup and changing to comfortable clothes, you stand in front of the big windows in your living room, absorbing the moonlight. It wasn't late, is almost 2, and you weren't going to be able to sleep if you tried. In the short walk home you had sobered up completely, and now you had to deal with the conflicting emotions you had about Namjoon.

At least you didn't have to worry about Sehun anymore. You really didn't feel nothing for him anymore, and he seemed to realize that as well. It would be a good thing, you let your past with him in the past. All the future stages you both could possibly do would be a lot less awkward.

You were still staring at the moon when you heard a tentative knock on the door, making you grab the closest weapon (your tv remote control) before cautiously opening the door.

Namjoon looked at you and to the object in your hands, wielded like a sword.

“Were you planning to turn whoever was at your door off?”

You groan a little embarrassed, stepping aside so he could come in. “I didn't know it was you.”

Taking his shoes off, he looks at you again. “Why did you leave so early? Weren't you having fun?”

Again. you focus on anything else but his brown eyes. “Not as much as you. That girl was pretty, by the way. I thought you would take her home, what’re you doing here Namjoon?”

“You're prettier,” he says, stepping forward and cupping your cheek with his hand, the other going to your waist. “I'm sorry I didn't talk to you even though I said I would. I was busy overthinking stuff. I also thought you were dating Sehun.”

“I'm not. “ You clarify quickly. “I'm only seeing you.”

He's closer now, eyes glued to you, watching you every reaction. His scent surrounds you, making you feel a little dizzy, making your chest hurt a little with the realization of how you had missed him.

You continue after a second of trying to understand what the look in his eyes meant as he stared at you so intensely. “You could have at least said something, it was a dick move, Namjoon-ah. Friends don't just ignore each other like that.”

“I'm sorry.” He replied sincerely, gulping a little loudly. “I missed you. Can you forgive me? I promise I'll be a better friend.”

“Okay.” You say easily stepping closer to him, closing the distance between you two. “I missed you too. Did you have fun on tour?

He nodded yes, smiling with relief. “The boys drove me insane half the time and I thought I was gonna lose my voice with all the interviews.”

“Poor you,” you cooed sweetly at him, getting on your tiptoes and lacing your arms around his neck. “must suck to be so smart and know a whole other language fluently.”

He gave one of his laughs at you, the one he did when he was left wordless. “I forgot how bratty you could get.” he fake scoffed at you. “You don't have any right to say that, you speak even better than me.”

You smiled at him before hiding your face in his neck, kissing the spot where it connected with his shoulder. “Oops, my bad.”

“You're lucky that with a smile of yours you can get away with anything.”

“I'm not the one with dimples, oppa. I could live in your dimples and die a happy woman.”

He laughed his sponge bob laugh, making you look up at him again. “I really missed you, Y/N.”

You traced his jawline with your fingers, looking at him through your eyelashes, “Show me, then.”

His gaze on your changed at the same time the atmosphere did, becoming dark and heavy with the innuendo of your words. Without saying anything, his grip on your waist tightened as he stepped forward, making you do the same until your back was against your door, his body pressed flush against yours. He reached his arms behind you, palming your ass over one of his oversized shirts you were wearing, making your hips press against his again.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you since I went away. Especially since the last time we facetimed. You looked so good moaning for me all across the world, baby girl.”

You licked your lips, waiting impatiently for him. “I always look good. I look even better moaning live, or did you already forgot it?”

His lips brushed against yours, sending electric shocks all over your skin.

“I remember. Don't think I'll ever forget, angel.”

And then he was kissing you, mouth devouring yours, drinking your needy whines as he rutted against you like he hadn't drink water in a long time.

And this, your heartbeat speeding up, you breathing becoming heavier with each squeeze of his hands against you, was what was missing when Sehun kissed you.

You had gone a month without his touch but now it felt like you were going to die if he didn't touch you properly already.

“Joon, please. Bed.” you pleaded when he stopped the kiss, moving to your neck, sucking the skin there, sending shivers through your whole body.

“Jump,” he said, hands pushing your butt up. You obeyed, lacing your legs around his waist. This way you were directly grinding at his erection, causing him to hiss as you took your time to suck his neck this time, not caring if you left a mark. Makeup was invented for a reason.

He didn't waste any time as he lowered you to your bed, taking off his own shirt and pants as quickly as possible. You could see how hard his cock how, stretching the fabric of his grey boxers. You gulped loudly with the promise of him inside of you soon.

He kissed you again, making you sigh against his lips. His hands sneaked inside your shirt, fingers hooking at the seams of your underwear, pushing it down your legs.

And then his fingers are brushing against your sex, sliding against your slit, making him let out a half groan when he realizes how wet he already made you.

Stopping the kiss, he lifts himself up bending the arm his not using, watching you as you moan when he finally push two fingers inside of you, watching you as you arch your back, hand gripping his arm to ground yourself a little.

He smirks when you moan his name loudly, nudging your hips upwards into his touch.

“So eager, angel. Do you like my fingers?”

“Yes, so much. I- ah, Namjoon, please.” you whine, “aren't you gonna take off my shirt?”

His movements stop, “It's mine, actually. And no. I told you I was gonna eat you out in my shirt, didn't I?”

You can only nod, watching him positioning his face between your legs, parting them even more with his hands, pushing your knees up, making you more available to his mouth. His lips traced invisible lines down your already wet folds, making your breath hiss.

His tongue circled your clit slowly, going down flat, the tip of it playing with your entrance. He lifts his head a little, looking you straight in the eyes. “You taste so good angel, do you want me to fuck you with my mouth?”

“Yes, “ you say, voice uneven and raspy with desire. “please, oppa. “

He smiled again, and suddenly his dimples didn't look so cute anymore. He attacked you with his mouth again, sucking hard at your already swollen clit, licking it like his sole purpose on earth was to make you cum in his mouth. And you were already so close with only his fingers that when his tongue enters you this time, pressing against the spot that had you moaning, his thumb now working on the bundle of nerves, making you come so hard your legs were still shaking when he deemed he had tasted your juices enough.

When he finally lifts himself up, taking your shirt now, you push him into a kiss. tasting you in his mouth, all your muscles feeling like pudding.

“I can't move “ you informed him with a pout as he reaches over your into your drawers, fishing a condom out and rolling it in his cock after kicking his boxers out. “I wanted to ride you, that's not fair.”

He gives you a laugh, nose nuzzling your year, positioning himself between your legs. “Life's not fair, angel. Are you too sensitive or can you go again?”

“I can always go again with you.”

“Good.” he hums before sliding inside of you, his hips hitting yours with a lewd noise. His eyes are closed as he hisses, “Fuck baby, so tight for me. I'm gonna fuck you so well, make up for all the lost time.”

You don't respond to it, only being able to sigh a moan as he picks up his pace, letting him hold both your knees up, making you even tighter around him. And god, how you had missed him inside of you hitting you so hard that the sound of skin meeting skin echoed through your apartment, the sound of his moans against your neck making you clench around him.

His hands let go of your legs. coming to both your hands, entwining your fingers, lifting your arms above your head. “Oppa, I'm close again already.”

He slows down, watching you squirm under him, his eyes now almost black with desire as he watched you moaning with each lazy trust, the skin of his pelvis pressing against your clit so slowly. He kisses you again, this time slowly, just like his trusts. before he's reaching for one if your pillows, turning you around stomach down, sliding the pillow underneath your hips, lifting your hips up. You perk your ass up, feeling him slide inside you again, deeper, this position making it easier for him to hit the head of his cock against your g spot with every thrust.

“Come, angel. You feel so good around my cock, god, you're such a good girl, aren't you? Come for me, baby girl, let me make you feel good.”

His hands are in your hair, pulling it so he can kiss you as he fastens his pace, making your clit rub against the pillowcase, the friction so good together with him pounding into you, making you close your eyes with the intensity of the pleasure it's causing you, and you feel your second orgasm hit you again, moaning so loudly Namjoons name into his mouth, whining as he continues to pound you until he's the one coming, gripping your hips in a way you knew was going to bruise but you didn't mind not a little bit.

He slides out of you, rolling to your side, pulling you against him. “I missed you, baby.”

“Yeah,” you say quietly against his neck letting his hands in your hair lull you to sleep. “Me too, oppa.”

Next morning the first thing you see when you wake up is Namjoon, bathed in the sun seeping through your window, staring straight at you.

“You're really beautiful, even after seeing you so many times I'm still awed by how gorgeous you are.”

“Thank you.” you say quietly hiding your face in his neck, blushing even though you were more than used to being complimented, breathing his scent deeply, letting his smell wrap around your chest as you continue to think about how you felt about him.

It was beyond obvious, you notice after a second of staring at his bronze skin, at the moles in his neck. that you were a little gone for him. Bittig at your bottom lip. you push back from him, looking at his face now.

It was scary, this thing. Not knowing what somebody else felt about you. Especially when that someone was somebody you treasured as your friend.

He pauses before looking down at you like he can sense that there's something in your mind that's bothering you. “What's wrong?”

You quickly shake your head. “It's nothing.”

“That's bullcrap in a chef's salad. Tell me what's bothering you.”

You breathe deeply.“I was jealous when I saw you kissing that girl. I shouldn't be, should I? We're casual… right? Just friends.”

He blinks a little, seeming confused. “I mean. yeah. You did? But why-”

“I don't want to lose you.” You said quietly, voice so small you were afraid he couldn't hear you. “And if we keep doing this thing it's going to have to end sometime, we'll end up awkward, or even hating each other. I just...value our friendship too much to risk it, oppa.”

“Do you…” he hesitates for a painful moment. “Do you want to stop this?”

“No, but we have to, don't we?”

He pushes himself off the bed, looking for his clothes. avoiding your eyes. “If it's what you want, angel.”

You feel your throat closing a little. You didn't want it, not really. What you wanted for him to tell you what the hell was this thing between you two because you were damn sure both of you knew it had stopped being just casual a long time ago.

“We can still meet as friends, right? Oppa?”

He looks at you when your voice wavers. He cups your cheeks, caressing your skin with his thumbs. “Of course we can, baby. Our friendship will be okay, I'll come here a lot to complain about my members while you try to study.”

You give him a tentative smile. Kneeling on the bed so you could be eye level with him, hugging him.

His arms wrap around you tightly, his lips resting a kiss in the top of your head. “We’ll be okay.” He promises, even though his heart had seemed to stop the moment you had uttered these words. “We're friends. You're right, angel.”

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(a/n: ITS NOT OVER!!! it’ll have one or two more chapters i promise!! Also, can’t those just admit their feelings already??? Please do tell me what you think of this chapter, what you think will happen etc!!)

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