#s2l y/n x namjoon

[mochilatae]

A Matter Of Time (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 6.1k (ish)

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, night sex, flirting, kissing (tongue and other), making out, drinking, missionary sex, cumming on (you), orgasms (yours and his), dirty talk, oral sex (licking, sucking), intense sex, mouth fixation, finger sucking, fantasizing, semi/public nudity, spying/voyeurism (mild), thinking about Namjoon's big cock. Probably missed a few!

Genre: PWP, Strangers to lovers

AUs: Mildly CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: It's just a vacation at a beautiful resort. ..And it's just a matter of time until it becomes more.

Author’s Note: for @worldwideseal. Suffer well, dear sis. Purely for escape and sauce. Don't trouble yourself with the hows or gaps in this plot, just enjoy.

Thank you for reading, should you choose to. If you feel like letting me know what you liked with a comment, I'd love to hear. Reblogging is ALWAYS appreciated, but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan

The travel agency had promised so many beautiful scenes. By far, this view outstripped them all. And this was not the result of losing track of time in tropical heat or some sun baked illusion. 

This was as real as it got: A man, paused at the bow of a decent sized yacht. 

The resort brochure had boats—all shapes and sizes. Certainly ones just like this, but being this close to one wasn’t on your itinerary. But snorkeling was, and you’d been doing fairly well at it. 

Right up until you’d come to the surface to snatch a quick breath and saw the form, standing at the boat front. You sunk lower into the water, until only your nose and eyes showed.

Even the wide lens of the snorkel goggles didn’t diminish this impressive silhouette. Especially not such narrow hips. Or the way his body just widened the higher your stare went. You’d never seen a shoulder span like this, or a neck so elegantly long and thick.

He wore a smile as he rolled it right, face upturned to the sun.

Whatever might be on his mind, the man wore no concern, letting the sun wash across his sparkling face. Head to toe, every inch of skin shimmered. 

You were certainly close enough to watch a few rivulets trickling down one side of his neck. And admire the way his hair was slicked along his scalp with almost artistic swirls. He ran fingers through a section, head rolling your way. 

You snorted. A few bubbles broke the surface in front of your face as you bobbed, legs slowly kicking independent of where your focus was: fully zeroing in on this stranger. He certainly looked content relaxing one hip into the bow rail. 

I KNEW I should have brought my camera. It was your best investment yet: a waterproof style that you’d saved a bit to purchase. Snorkeling had a purpose and you’d kicked yourself all morning after realizing the camera was sitting on the bed back at the hotel, unused.

Based on the man preening in silence, the camera’s full potential was going entirely to waste.

Wouldn’t have been a crime to sneak a snap or two of this hunk between shots of clownfish and stingrays. Or coral beds and seaweed. 

It got better when you actually noted he wasn’t wearing a stitch. It was all bare skin top to toes. He spent a long time in the sun like this because the only parts a shade lighter were the rounds of his ass. 

You had to give it to him, those were the best tan lines you’d EVER seen. Following the down slope of his abdomen, you caught the peek of familiar shape. Thick and bare. Your eyes popped as your gaze dragged to the other end of the boat, finding letters, painted immaculately in black with fleur-de-lis shapes accenting.

Fanta-sea 

That’s cute. You had a passing concept of boat names, knowing enough that they were usually clever, humorous, or even punny at times. This name suited the owner. As far as you were concerned, he met the definition of a fantasy.

Foremost, yours but who even KNEW how many other women. There was no way on God’s green earth this man was here without company. And if he was? A resort this nice would soon fix that.

You took an unabashed eyeful of the man's ass when he turned away, readily deciding this was the choicest ass you’d ever seen. What you’d managed to see of his front was surpassed only with this angle. He was blessed with long legs and hamstrings defined by sections of tight muscle.

It was truly a delight for the eyes as he strolled towards the bridge, then ducked through an open door there. With him gone, your shoulders surfaced and tension ebbed away. That didn’t stop your lips trembling.

“Jesus..” 

Yes, you’d been floating out here for a while, finally accustomed to the temperature, but now a chill ran the length of your body. Skin prickled against the flow as you began a sluggish dog paddle, heading for the shore. 

Although you’d started further down from where the yacht floated, it was hard to believe you’d missed it this easily. Every stroke against the current, you tried not to look back. Tried not to think about how he looked. How long he might be staying and was it the same resort? 

For now, he seemed to be alone. There’d been no telling giggle, or signs of anyone else there to share the space and the view. No other body sprawled out on the deck, soaking up sunlight. That lack just added more questions to a rapidly growing list. 

First and most pressing of all: What is his name? 

The second followed just as doggedly, sinking claws into your brain: How could I even meet this guy?

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The ‘how’ came about all on its own, when you stood at the bar, watching the bartender pouring your drink. Until this moment, you’d been all too fixated on how close he could get to the top and not spill a single drop. 

Just beyond the bartender’s left side, you noticed the stare. It wasn’t that you’d gotten to really see the face clearly, but you didn’t need to. 

The shoulders were enough, even stressing the crisp white shirt of the form leaned against the bar, directly across the way. 

And your confusion dimmed the lazy jazz and island fused beats down to a thrum as his stare held. You found the barstool suddenly so preciously high with both feet swinging inches off the floor. 

Your fingers gripped the bar edge as you watched the man stand and make his way around. When he did, you knew that body, even a layer of clothing on.

With a warm evening breeze playing through your hair, your eyes followed the white, linen shirt approaching. It fluttered around the man’s chest as he braced an elbow into the counter next to your left side. 

His smile had one dimple and the very subtle shadow of a second on the other cheek. The neon signs above the bar reflected in his curious stare. Both dark brows twitched up.

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” At least you managed to speak up. Although the resort bar wasn’t packed at this hour, it was easy to hear your racing heart. The pace was much more than when you’d been kicking through the waves to chase exotic fish or explore coral reefs. And the view, even better.

A glass slid nearer. The man glanced there, then came back to your face. “Yours?” 

As you lifted the glass the contents shivered briefly. Your lips met the rim with a responsive “Mmhmm.”

“Are you here alone?” He was moving along, another temperate breeze washing around you both. He wasn’t afraid to ask what you’d wondered earlier. You were beyond certain that this WAS that same man.

Your skin felt alive. It wasn’t just tropical heat, and it would soon be moving to other places. Several, ready to respond as intended around a good looking man like this. 

You gulped down a mouthful of fruity coolness, hoping a little liquid courage would go a long way. Especially with your mind full of nothing but the recall of this man’s bare ass and smiling face, soaking up the sun hours ago. 

But do you admit that? How could someone even approach that kind of thing? You couldn’t very well say ‘Yes I saw you naked, on a boat. No big deal..’ It wasn’t exactly a nudist resort here and he probably didn’t even think anyone would see as far down the beach as you’d gone. 

It must have been written all over your face, because the man’s head inclined as his expression devolved into a cheeky grin. “What is it?” 

“I’m alone.” You replied. His stare intensified, his upper body inching closer,closing off space for the breeze roiling its way down the bar, heading at you both again. Your skin was starting to get clammy. 

“Is there something else?” 

“..No.” Your eyes moved to the glass, sweating on the counter nearby and your nails drumming the wooden bartop. Out of beat and tapping the nail points in a nervous staccato. 

He didn’t break eye contact. “I’m here alone too. How rare do you think that is?” 

“Not that rare.” You ventured. 

There was no way to really know, but you hadn’t missed the pairs and groups of people wandering around in the previous days. The beach was riddled with goers, all laughing and communing around you and your lone towel, umbrella pitched at an angle as you squinted into a book and sucked down a mimosa for a few hours. 

It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t like you’d been able to say you were having the MOST fun you could have. You had plenty of things to do and a partner or friends would just drag your schedule down. 

“I think it’s interesting, anyway.” 

While he was facing the bar and ordering a drink, you studied his face. The man’s skin had become dewy. The sheen went all the way down into the space at the top of his shirt. This wasn’t like ocean water evaporating in the midday sun rays.

This was a muggy summer sweat, which ALSO suited him well. It was getting hard to ignore the darker spots starting to appear where the sweat concentrated most, at the center of his broad chest.  

He turned back with a glass in hand, raised it, then sipped, you spoke up with fingers circling your own glass. You didn’t sip. The glass never even left the bar. 

“You’re here on that tour package–Island Escape?” It didn’t hurt to ask. “...I am. It was a great deal. Once in a lifetime thing, you know?” You added. Now felt like the right time to lay out your purpose for setting foot on these beautiful grounds, and it'd save him the trouble of asking.

He smiled again. “I’m more the self guided tour type.” 

“You travel a lot?” Alone, hopefully.

The man nodded. You smoothed hair from your neck, winding the sweat dampened strand around one finger. 

“Is it for work or…” Your voice trailed off. Bare toes curling, you came off the bar seat and went to the balls of both feet. You shouldn’t yield to the pressure pushing up from inside your hips, but there was every incentive NOT to ignore it. 

“..Or something.” The man’s lids lowered perceptibly, watching you over the glass as he took another long sip, then set it down, entirely facing you.

Something about that was so satisfying, despite being overwhelmed. KNOWING he was looking at you, versus you looking at him–with him unaware–was an entirely different ball game. 

“How often do you take these trips?” The man asked. 

“Let’s start with the important question.” You retorted, a smile breaking out. He mirrored it, showing just how perfect his teeth were too. 

“Hmm?” 

“What’s your name?”

His head dropped with a chuckle, making both shoulders dance and drooping the shirt front lower. Giving a clear-as-day view of the tight valley between his pecs. And hints of muscle there, judging by the shadows playing. Your throat clenched.  

“Yes, we SHOULD get that out of the way. A nagging detail, but probably important. I’m Namjoon.” 

After he said his name, he held out a hand. You found his grip warm and measured as he pumped your hand but didn’t let go first. You wanted to hold it all night, but reluctantly pulled your hand back and rested it palm down on your thigh, feeling the heat through your gauzy skirt.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Namjoon.” 

Namjoon’s head bowed deeper this time, then he looked towards the resort, watching people further away. There were more couples. Somehow the attendance doubled between when you’d gotten here and when he’d come over. It wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d stumbled upon this man hours ago, when you’d seen him in a most intimate way–birthday suited and sun drenched.

For all you knew, this resort had a nudist beach portion. There was plenty to discover and you only had a handful of days. You’d only begun to check off a full list of activities, none of which stimulated below the belt. 

Until tonight. 

“You’ve been here a little while?” Namjoon asked, stepping closer. Standing that much closer. Within reach, more so than he’d been before. Unspoken respect, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more tempted to reach out and touch. 

Underneath your skirt, the heat was becoming too much. So was the ache that was gnawing through you.

“A couple days.” You agreed. 

“Me too. It’s nice this time of year.” 

“Is that your..boat?” 

Namjoon’s brows shot up again, then pinched briefly. “My boat?” He looked good, even feigning confusion, eyes shining playfully. 

“Yes.” You puffed a little. “Out there in the water–I saw it earlier.” 

“When?” He asked. 

“Today. I was snorkeling and I saw it….saw you.” Fire clawed up your neck. Namjoon caught the flutter in your lids and lowered his own more. He took a brief bite of his lower lip, then scoffed.  

“Did you? What was the name on the boat?” 

“Fanta-sea, I think.” Don’t think. I KNOW. And Namjoon KNEW that you knew. His face came a little closer.

“Yeah. That’s my yacht. Didn’t think anyone would be on the section of beach, down that far. Usually it’s empty.” 

Usually? You swallowed hard. “You’ve been there before?” Surely he meant the day before, or earlier than that. 

“This time of year, yes. Other times it’s pretty packed. I try to avoid it in the dead of the season.” 

“Season.” You echoed. Clarity was coming, rapidly. He wasn’t talking about it as a season vacation package-goer. This was so much more. 

“Mmhm. Travel season. When vacationers overrun this resort. It’s not too bad right now. But there are times..” He didn’t finish, chuckling. When he grew quiet you stared into his eyes. And he looked deeper into yours, stirring something that had your walls twitching. 

“Sounds rough..” You managed.

You wanted to finish the rest of your drink but you were certain the glass would smash to the ground if you tried to pick it up right now. Instead, Namjoon pushed the glass further out of reach, following the bar top towards your hand. His fingers lightly rode the knuckles on the back of that hand. 

“Y/n..” He was solemn as another breeze wrestled the shirt around his body. Your thinned lips refused to release any kind of affirmative sound—not that he needed it to continue. “..Have you ever been on a yacht?”

Your head shook. 

“I want you to see mine. Come with me?” 

You wanted more than that. You wanted Namjoon, just as you’d seen him earlier, except bathed in moonlight, naked under your gaze. If you could be guaranteed a chance at that…. 

Once again, he must have read the desire telegraphing in microexpressions across your face when he took your hand, fingers laced easily through. He tugged you closer, staring down his nose. 

“Know you didn’t come here to see a boat, but trust me. It’ll be worth it.” 

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You’d managed a few indulgences in your time on this planet–the occasional spa day with your closest friend. A nice dinner with your parents. A birthday shopping spree at the best stores on the rich end of town. 

Stepping foot on a yacht wasn’t quite on your list, but not for the reason you’d assumed. Where you lived wasn’t close enough to a beach or convenient to fly to without sinking a whole day in and out of airports and planes. 

But this trip came with bonuses that checked the lux yacht experience off your list after inking it right at the top.

Stepping onto Namjoon’s yacht proved it was even BETTER from on board than it had appeared floating in the ocean and stone’s throw away. Even with just the moonlight painting the finely finished wood deck. 

The surface was cool under your feet as you paused away from the ladder and slipped off your flats. You laid them next to Namjoon’s shoes, arranged neatly side by side, then followed him as he moved towards the beam, where the yacht seemed to be widest. You could spin around, arms wide and never hope to hit a single thing–in fact ALL of your closest friends could do that very same thing with that guarantee. 

Namjoon had turned, watching your big eyes roaming with a measured smirk. Slowly his arms crossed at his chest. 

“View better from up here, hmm?” The wind was stronger here, and a bit cooler, coming off the water and the rocking of the yacht wasn’t noticeable as you’d expected. It was more an imperceptible sway. 

“It’s beautiful.” You marveled. 

Eventually your attention found its way to Namjoon, the darkness around consuming the taller portions of the ship, disappearing into the shadows if you squinted up or in any direction too far. 

Not that it mattered. 

This man standing just in sight, chest expanded, and the wind teasing his shape through whipping fabric was the best, most breathtaking view of them all. You weren’t even sure you’d noticed any stars in the sky as you gazed at Namjoon’s beaming smile. 

“When you saw me today….What was I doing?” A step brought Namjoon close again and you braced, leaning into the soft tilt you could feel in your senses as a wave rolled the giant yacht body a little. 

“Just…standing here.” You replied, skimming back more hair as it spilled forward over your shoulder, dragged by the wind. You knew he was watching that action, his eyes roving in matching directions. 

“Standing here?” He glanced down. “I don’t think it was here.” 

You held back a giggle.

“Obviously not there.” You looked around, nodding towards the bow of the boat. “There… I think. It was hard to tell from down in the water but…I saw enough.” 

“Did you?” He moved by you, but had your hand as he did, pulling you closer to the railing. You didn’t end up there, but you could see down into the water from the nose of the boat well enough. You had a sense of somewhere, in that dark ocean below, that he’d be lying to say he hadn’t seen you floating there–even as vast as the ocean was. 

The water was too clear and calm earlier. And your bright pink snorkel set stuck out like a sore thumb, but you said nothing, combing back more hair on the other side, tucking it behind that ear. 

Namjoon released your hand. His feather lite touch grazed your chin.

“I was standing near here.. Hmm?” You nodded, watching him do the same a little, fingers circling your chin. Pressure came as he squeezed softly, pulling the rounded shape up faintly. “..Just doing nothing?” 

You managed another nod, grateful he didn’t let go. 

“...What else did you see?” 

“What do you mean?” You breathed. That building feeling that had nestled and filled up your pelvis became a massive, pulsing ache. There wasn’t a single, undisturbed nerve there. 

“I think you can tell me.” 

Whatever had compelled you to keep staring like earlier today, treading water, or across the bar during Namjoon’s approach, it was bigger than everything right now.

It kept you from breaking eye contact and prevented any lie from growing roots. 

“..Nothing.” Your tongue swept your lips and the wind sucked the moisture away in a blink.

“..You weren’t wearing anything.”

Namjoon’s face relaxed as his brows shifted as he nibbled his lip longer this time. “And what did you think of that?” 

It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man naked. In your life you’d seen PLENTY of them. All shapes and sizes, but none like Namjoon. None had hit you so directly in the center of your need. 

“I liked it.” 

“I liked being naked. It’s freeing.” 

You squeaked. It meant something, but you didn’t have time to figure out what. Namjoon’s thumb pried your lower lip down as he leaned towards you. His lips opened just a little. Dizziness rushed to your head as you swooned towards his approach. 

At the last minute he stopped, the touch of his lips a silky heat as he spoke into your parted lips. 

“Did you like what you saw?” 

“Yes.” You whined. “Your body is—” 

“Mmnnn..” He dragged his lips across yours for a peck and pulled back just so, again. “Be naked with me? I think you’ll find it’s liberating here.” 

“Here?” You blinked, feeling your lips sinking around his thumb as he fed the tip past your lips. 

“Yes. Out here. On my yacht. On the deck. Under the stars. Are you here to enjoy yourself and do what you want? I am.” 

You didn’t answer, lips still tight around his finger, until it popped free from your latch. You chased it a little until Namjoon seized your chin again and leveled his stare on you, nose to nose. 

“Y/n..” His tone dropped a level, dragged across gravel. Serious, to match his unflinching gaze. “What did you want when you saw me naked?” 

Where could you even start? You went with the first thing your brain and loins demanded in unison. 

“I wanted to feel you.” Confession felt so good, the heat spilling up out of your mouth as you spoke. Namjoon leaned his front into you, letting you get a good sense of his body. And it was exactly as firm and muscled as it looked from that big, deep blue world below. 

You went about as wet too, right at your seal. Your nipples perked and you moaned when his chest dragged your top across the newly woken points. 

Namjoon cradled one hip, then gathered the hem of your shirt, guiding it up your side. The other hand did the same, bringing your top to your breasts, peeling it away. Along with the bra underneath, he dropped both to the deck.

Smiling, Namjoon pulled your hands to his hips and nodded. “Go ahead. Help me out?”

This was really happening.

All the questions and pondering that had been building all day long and simmering all night were now about to find a happy realization. Fruition, in the form of your fingers, under Namjoon’s shirt, pushing rough and fast. He did the rest at his shoulders, hauling the garment off. It went right to the ground, atop yours. 

Without speaking, your fingers walked the waist of his bottoms, finding them just like his shirt: a lighter material and quickly off his body. He kicked them clear after you stood up. Without waiting, his hands guided your skirt down. 

As the stretching waistband widened and rolled down your hips, Namjoon mouthed over your bare belly. You moaned, listening to the sound carried away by the salty breeze. It didn’t matter–what mattered was how good this felt. 

The water lapped the hull as Namjoon’s lips pressed into your skin. He tugged a bit of skin below your navel, shuffling your panties down last. When his open mouth found your pussy, your thighs shook and you melted down against his face. 

Namjoon was ready, jaw flexing as his hands caught your hips, lifting you enough. His tongue dove against your folds, spreading you with a few long, firm licks. From the way his moan rattled your mound, he was more than pleased with the taste. 

The stars you barely made out winking in the sky overhead, faded again as your eyes rolled shut when Namjoon pulled your clit tight between his lips. And sucked, deep. Hard. Pulsing his lips with a suction that didn’t falter. 

It went on for some time until you felt like everything was flowing down, out of you. Your senses finally came back enough to groan his name as fingers scraped his scalp. Twisted hair through your fingers, tugging him closer, then trying to pull him away. 

Namjoon wrestled himself free with a dulcet sigh. “You taste…so good…” He swabbed your slick from his lips in a lick, then palmed your ass. “...Lay down for me, baby..” 

The deck was exactly as smooth as it'd been under your soles, when back and ass met it. No sooner and Namjoon went to hands and knees, then stroked both palms down the insides of your thighs to guide them apart and settled between. One leg he draped along the inside of an arm, the other he pushed up and out, angling the knee to widen you. 

Opening you at the very center, wind spilling over slick coated skin. It felt good, but that didn’t last long. The gnawing emptiness was back and your hips twisted as you whimpered. The very last thing on your mind was the devilish details. 

Small things, like what Namjoon said next. 

“Y/n…You okay with raw?”

I shouldn't. So why do I WANT to? Vacations were about being care free, but this was about as far from sensible as you'd ever been. ...And every fiber said you WANTED it. Right-wrong-whatever, let it sweep you up.

Your palm struck wood, then dragged with a squeal of damp skin and sting of friction. Breasts jerked and rose higher as you arched. Impatience went right down to the center of your soul.  

“Yes..” You gasped. “..Just want you.. Please… fill me up.” 

Namjoon’s gripped cock drew close and he swept the head right up your center, coating the blunt end. You wanted to wither at the way he moaned in surprise. It wasn’t long before he guided his tip right against your opening. 

A palm thumped against the deck, bracing right next to your hitched knee. The other arm bent, keeping your other draped leg angled shamelessly high. Then Namjoon slid inside. It was relief at first, as you stretched around his shaft. Then it was sweet pain as he sank deeper, stretching you more. 

Your ass wiggled when Namjoon pulled back. Pushed in, with a single, firm body roll. He slid back out, then plunged again, this time falling immediately into a steady pump. He had a stroke that said he knew what to do with himself. 

And how to take care of the perky tightness that was developing the more he thrust. Your fingers started at his forearms, circling there, then nails touched skin, sinking in, then dragging higher with a low moan. Your body shook with the impact, then gyrated counter to Namjoon’s marching pace. 

“You feel so…tight. God..” He snarled, snapping hips harder. Less gentle, his head went back. The stars were back, under your lids, and when they opened, the shining started on Namjoon's skin.

Underneath your bare ass and back, the deck was alive with sound–you shifting up inch by inch with the power packed into each forward driving motion. Namjoon was heading quickly towards pounding and it was opening a pit of pleasure under your belly. Your walls gave a massive clench and chills washed over you.

An orgasm was right there, about to hit you hard. Your cocked knee recoiled more, snapping in place over Namjoon’s hip. The other heel sank into his back. Both climbed higher as he grunted. Added force. Barreled into you–through you. Waves of pleasure built on top of each other inside you.

Another dizzying rush and you barely gasped out  “That’s it…Namjoon—” before it all hit you at once. Struck you dumb in a full body convulsion. His instroke faltered as you seized around him, clinging so hard onto his biceps that he shuddered. It must have hurt, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice.

You couldn’t help anything you did,except let out a high pitched shriek of relief. However far that carried, it wouldn’t be a surprise if it reached the shore. You’d taken more than enough time at 7 knots, getting further and further offshore, rising and boring through inky waters, deep into the approaching night. 

And it led to this: you, under Namjoon, his cock stabbing relentlessly into you as he went on after a short reprieve. Enough that he could pummel you again, taking his own turn. Your nails slid through moisture again. 

Had to be more sweat developing faster than the wind could wick away, but that was fine. Your pussy was ultra wet, just tight enough he could get away with more force. More depth. And it sounded so good. You were helpless to do much but lay here. Taking it with eyes bleary and fixed on a far away point of light. A single, white point blinking in the distant horizon. 

And you, rocking against the final thrusts. Rocking like the waves against the ship’s hull, giving away as it was meant to: You, wet and pliant, melting around Namjoon with his last plunge in, before he pulled out and brought himself upright, head thrown back. His shaft speared once more through five tightly circled fingers, then the spurt of cum splashed onto your belly.

Hitting higher, shot by shot until he created a decent, milky pool between your shivering breasts. 

It was just like that moment you’d seen him on the bow–under the golden sun. A mirrored moment, but bathed in white of the moon’s delicate aura now. Head craned, lines in his neck strong, taut skin aglimmer again. And like earlier, it pulled you in entirely. You couldn’t look away, eyes barely open, adrift in the afterglow. 

Namjoon had to be proud of the sight: sweat and his load, mixed on your chest and torso. He openly admired, then his shoulders dropped. Eventually he leaned over you. In spite of however much effort he’d just put out, Namjoon was still just as careful laying against you with his full body weight.

His weary smile wasn’t lacking any satisfaction. A dreaminess painted his moon washed features. You found it easy to get lost, admiring in silence as he gathered thoughts then spoke.

“...God.. you’re…” That was YOU, robbing an obviously well spoken man of the coherency he was accustomed to. Probably even KNOWN for in his daily and professional life. I did that. And fuck does it feel AMAZING. If the girls back home only knew… 

Not that you’d ever tell.

“Mmmm..You…didn’t want to finish inside me?” Was that really pouting in your tone? Were you really too fucked out to question yourself or hide it? 

Namjoon chuckled, looking down at your breasts, and further, getting a much closer look at the chaos he’d left behind. The verdict was in–he was quite impressed at the handiwork.

“You didn’t ask.” When he dragged fingertips through his fluids on your belly, then headed for your mound, your hips lifted. His hand pulled back just before he reached what you were offering all over again. “..Mnnnngg…Good aim and distance.” 

“You’d cum inside me if I wanted?” 

Namjoon looked at you again,from under lowered brows, wearing a questionable smirk. “I’d consider it. Not the brightest move if we’re strangers.”

“Neither is condomless sex. Or sex on a boat, in the open ocean air.” 

“Sex on the beach is an option too, Y/n. The night is still young and I know a stretch of beach that’s empty for SURE this time.” 

“God..” You began. Delight tightened everything inside. Although you’d just cum, the body was quickly recovering and the mind was more than willing to meet this man’s unflagging energy. “..Namjoon..” you gasped, turning your face when shyness caught up for a moment.  

He wasn’t letting that feeling gain any traction,bringing his face close, angling for a kiss. Ultimately soft, exploring your mouth lightly with his tongue. When yours flirted past his lips, he sucked the tip and you squeezed around nothing, drowning in a moment of pure desire. The kiss was over all too soon, and Namjoon was sitting up onto his knees.

“Let’s go below deck. Clean up and change.” He’d already begun indiscriminately collecting clothing, pausing to dab away the more plentiful globs he’d left behind on your chest and belly. 

“Does that mean we’re heading back to shore?” 

Namjoon sighed. “..Eventually, we have to.”

He WAS right, but you didn’t want to just yet. Not tonight and maybe not until tomorrow afternoon. It was much different enjoying the ocean being out on, rather than splashing hundreds of feet offshore or laying out on a towel in the sand. 

Namjoon detected the concern in a pinch between your brows. “What’s wrong?” 

“Does ‘eventually’ mean…now?” 

“Not if you don’t want it to. I don’t…Is that okay?” 

Relief felt as cool as the night air racing across your thighs and breasts. The puddled fluid on your skin was rapidly becoming distracting for different reasons: a persistent reminder of the temperature falling around you as the night wore on. 

“Yes.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought you to your feet. Even entirely naked, you suddenly didn’t care much. It was a nice surprise. In the past, nudity hadn’t been the easiest for you. A vacation from that hang up was a bonus. 

Standing face to face, Namjoon watched you for a moment. And you gazed up, remembering the moment you saw his eyes, around the bartender. You hadn’t done much and it hadn’t been long, but you felt different enough to ensure you’d come back from this trip a changed person. 

“Let’s get settled. Sleeping on a yacht in the ocean…It’s like a waterbed. Best sleep of your life..” There was no need to promise. Namjoon had already guaranteed it. From the pleasant and relaxing heaviness seeping through every limb, this would be the most refreshing night of sleep you’d had in a long time. 

And when it came to vacations and resorts, this would lead the pack for a long time too.

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You buckled the lap belt long before the flight leveled out and reclined back into your seat. It was routine. Everything, going off without a hitch. At the airport reasonably early. Breezing through security. And now, perfectly situated–magazine on your lap. Earplugs prepped for insertion. Carry on tucked under your seat. Your final step in the ‘routine’ was a look out the window. 

Cruising altitude was a few minutes away, but peeking out the small window to your left, you could see it all easily enough. 

The island. Large, pale squares of the resort’s most prominent buildings. Even the darker red clay tiles of the resort bar. Where your best night had begun. Better than the hikes. Better than the tours of the ancient landmarks. 

And out there, at the shoreline, the thin white trail of the waves rushing at the shore line, then ebbing away as they slid back to where they’d come: the vast and endless ocean. You couldn’t  make out figures on the beach anymore, from this high up. 

And because of that, you knew looking for Namjoon was fruitless, until the moment you saw it: his ship there, anchored further down the shore, opposite from where you’d found him. A single, elongated white shape, alone on the blue. 

For a moment a pang of sadness filled you dangerously to the top, bringing a brief heat to your eyes, but you blinked it away, smiling against the thick plastic of the window. You focused on his boat for a bit longer, then shut the window shade. 

It was how you needed to leave things: the last sight should be what had made the most impact in your memory: Namjoon and his smile as he let your hand go first this morning. Early–just before the sun was fully out, sweatshirt shapeless on your form, eyes puffy from sleep but still struggling to drink him in so close. 

And what he’d said–that he’d see you again... How did you know?

Show and prove came in the form of a text with a link. When you clicked it brought up a calendar with Namjoon’s name. There wasn't much detail beyond dates and locations--blocks of color hashing out days at a time. 

Whoever Namjoon was here at the resort, beyond the boundaries and back in daily life, he was regimented. Private. Very secure. Protective of his time and much, much more.

Those walls were high but for a few hours he'd given you a peek over. This text brought them down again--something you had a feeling did not come easy or often.

He meant what he said. 'I'll see you again.'

Scrolling forward through his calendar, for a few months from now, you knew exactly when. Your mind was already doing the math farther ahead. Finding that perfect alignment. 

All you had to do was pick a date and fly there. From here,and no matter how far apart you were, it was just a matter of time. 

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[daechwitatamic]

I. Your Wild-Running Heart || KNJ

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Masterpost)

Rating: NSFW - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, the absolute slowest of burns

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader, unrequited Taehyung x reader

Beta'd by @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii - thank you endlessly!

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.

//

When your roommate bails last-second and leaves you completely in a bind for the new school year, your best friend Taehyung mentions that his friend Namjoon needs a place off-campus, too.

Section Warnings: language

WC: 7k

The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold. - Journey | Edna St. Vincent Millay

Friday August 28 

“Please, no,” you beg. “Please tell me this is a joke. I can’t live with a man. Do you know what men are like?”

Taehyung, quite a specimen of man last time you checked, cocks an eyebrow at you. “Y/N,” he says flatly. “You’re doing it again.”

It meaning being dramatic, and you resent that implication.

You whine, shuffling your feet unhappily. “But Tae,” you say - okay, you whine. “If my roommate is a guy, then I have to wear a bra in the apartment, like, all the time.”

“Oh my god,” he says, throwing his hands in the air, completely over you. “Do you want my help or not? What are your other options right now?”

How nice of him to ask. 

You’d been so excited to lease an apartment off-campus for your final year of university, even more excited to share it with a girl in your writing program named Penny. You hadn’t thought twice about putting the lease in only your own name, but when Penny texted you - the audacity of her to not even call - to say she wasn’t going to return in the fall after all, you were stuck with the responsibility.

So, since Taehyung asked, your options are this: pay the entire rent by yourself (impossible), or find a roommate, fast. 

“Namjoon’s a really good friend of mine,” Taehyung tries again. “I am personally vouching for him that he’s not a weirdo or a creep. His building flooded and he’s in a bind - just like you. He’s nice, he’s smart, and he’s normal.”

“What about clean?” you prod. 

Taehyung shrugs. “Cleaner than me.”

You sigh. You know Taehyung is right - you need someone quickly, and at this rate you’re bound to only find creeps. At least this guy - even though he’s a guy, which is your main issue - has been vetted.

“You’re not very clean,” you tell your best friend.

He grins at you, guilty as charged. 

“Could we talk first?” you suggest, nerves churning. “Like, can I meet him?”

Taehyung narrows his eyes at you. “Did you think I was going to drop the key off at his place and say ‘okay, have fun!’?”

“Maybe!” you cry, feeling a little hysterical. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes at you. “Want me to see if he can swing by the place tomorrow?”

The plan for the next day was originally for you two to load up your car through the morning, grab lunch somewhere, and then start moving your stuff into the apartment after you ate. 

“Yeah,” you answered. “That actually sounds like a good plan. Then he can see the apartment, too. And you’ll be there with me.”

“Actually a good plan,” Taehyung parrots with a scoff. “Please.”

After your lunch date, Taehyung drops you back home so you can finish packing. You’d packed a lot already - all of your big pieces of furniture were there already, your bedroom now just a mess of random piles of clothing and your bare mattress on the ground. A lot of what you still had were things you knew you’d need to use again during the days you were starting to pack - toiletries, electronics, that kind of thing. With a sigh, you turn on some music and start pulling hangers out of your closet. 

You think about your situation as you work. You’re disappointed about Penny - you’ve lost a roommate and a good friend, somehow. You’re nervous about meeting Taehyung’s friend Namjoon. You’re somehow both excited for and dreading the academic year starting - your final year, complete with a senior thesis course you’ll have to pass in June. And you’re excited for the apartment - your first one that isn’t an on-campus dorm. 

No campus security knocking on the doors, no RA going through your fridge for forbidden liquor bottles, no shared hallway bathrooms. With your own bedroom in the apartment, you’re guaranteed a space that is just yours, a sanctuary where you can have the quiet you crave and aesthetic you want, your own four walls that are completely your own. 

Taehyung’s apartment, which he shares with two friends, isn’t far from your new one - walking distance, actually. He’d offered you his couch there when Penny first bailed. But even if you took his offer, you’d be charged for breaking your lease, and you’d still have to find something more permanent - which would mean another security deposit, not to mention rent. As long as you kept the optimism that you’d successfully secure and keep a roommate, staying was the cheaper option.

You won’t talk about how you wish Taehyung would offer more than his couch.

You won’t talk about how when he’d said, “You know, you could stay with me,” in that deep, comforting voice of his, your heart had run wild. 

Then he’d continued, “That couch isn’t too bad to sleep on, I’ve done it before. And the guys wouldn’t mind. Then you’d have time to find something new, maybe something you can afford alone?”

And your wild-running heart had stuttered, stumbled, caught its footing, stood still. 

You can’t even get mad at him. He’s trying to help. It’s not his fault - at all - that he doesn’t know that your imagination leapt off a cliff at his words, was already picturing snuggling in his bed, those strong arms tight around your middle, was already picturing waking up to his sleepy smile. 

You don’t pretend for even a second that it’s anyone’s fault but your own. 

--

Around ten pm your Aunt Lin comes and knocks on your open door, looking down at the scene before her: you, sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor, surrounded by half-closed boxes, miscellaneous items strewn around the floor around you, clothing piled up like mountains around you.

“You don’t look very ready,” she remarks.

“That’s helpful, thank you,” you say. 

Lin has raised you ever since you lost your grandmother, who had taken care of you before that. Your grandmother and Lin are the only parental figures you can really remember, but Lin’s technically only ten years your senior and has always felt more like a big sister than a mother. You can’t fault her for it; she was still quite young when she took over raising you. She certainly didn’t have to take you in, but she had, and she’d done her best. 

Lin chuckles. “Why isn’t Taehyung here helping?”

You roll your eyes. “He’s my friend, not my servant. He’s helping me move all this in tomorrow, that’s plenty.”

Lin shrugs, already disinterested. “Okay,” she says lightly. “Well, I wanted to say good luck with the move, and good luck with school this year. Let me know if you need anything.”

You look up from your packing and take in her appearance. She’s in scrubs, a huge thermos of coffee in her hand. She’s got work tonight, then, and won’t be here in the morning when Taehyung picks you up. You should have figured. 

“Thanks,” you say. 

She shifts, looking down the hall instead of at you, suddenly. Lin’s not great with emotions; it’s where you get it from.

“Okay,” she says. “I’ll see you for winter break? If not before?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Yeah. Definitely by then.”

She nods, tells you goodbye, and heads down the hallway. You hear the front door close, and you’re alone with your boxes. That’s about as mushy as it gets with Lin.

[11:44 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: what time tmrw?

[11:45 PM] You: you drive the car, you tell me

[11:51 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: 10?

[11:54 PM] You: you think that’s enough time to pack up the car and drive there before lunch?

[11:58 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: 🙄 this is why i asked YOU what time

[12:01 AM] Tae Bear 🧸: 😤

[12:02 AM] You: 9:30 

[12:03 AM] You: and bring me iced coffee 🤗 plsssss???

[12:06 AM] Tae Bear 🧸: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

[12:08 AM] You: love u tete

[12:11 AM] Tae Bear 🧸: yeah yeah love you too 

You press the top of your phone into your forehead, closing your eyes. Letting yourself pretend, for just a second, that he could mean it the way you do.

Saturday August 29

Taehyung shows up in the morning - at ten, not nine-thirty, but he has an iced coffee for you in his car, so you let him live. 

It takes you over an hour to load up the car, the boxes and suitcases and garbage bags squished together, shoved impossibly tight, the world’s most desperate game of tetris. Taehyung declares it impossible no less than five times, bemoaning that he’ll have to make the hour drive a second time in order to fit all of your shit. 

In the end, you make it happen. It just takes a little determination. 

The drive to your university is around an hour, depending on traffic. You and Taehyung both don big, goofy aviators and blast music as you sail down the highway, the backseat loaded floor to ceiling. The car is so stuffed, you even have boxes between your feet and on your lap. 

The sun shines brightly down on you as you and Taehyung sing and groove your way through the drive, and you feel… so content, so sure that this is right, that you’re meant to be next to him, like this, forever. Like everything in the universe just clicked together to give you the perfect snapshot of how things are meant to be. 

What if you said it? What if you told him? 

Sometimes, moments like now, you just can’t fathom how he doesn’t feel it too. 

But you know better. You know he doesn’t - doesn’t want to. Something deep inside you tells you to tread carefully with this best friend of yours. Something instinctual tells you that the dysfunctional friendship you’ve crafted together is a Jenga tower and if you so much as nudge the wrong brick, it’s all coming down. 

You eat lunch at a table out in front of a cafe, people watching and basking in the sunlight. It’s the last, trickling days of August, but today’s breezy and cooler. It’ll warm up again before fall comes in full force, you’re sure, but you appreciate the reprieve from the scorching heat, since you’re about to spend several hours hauling boxes up a stairwell.

After lunch, Taehyung drives to your new neighborhood and finds a street-parking spot close to the front entrance of the tall, brick building.

“Okay,” he says. “Now the fun part.”

You giggle. “Have I told you yet that I appreciate you?”

“Elaborate, please,” he says, which is so typical for him. He looks over at you, sunglasses low on his nose.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “I appreciate you helping me move in. I appreciate you driving me. I appreciate the afternoon you’re about to spend carrying boxes and shit.”

“You’re forgetting something,” he tells you sagely.

You want to whack him in the belly for being so obnoxious, but you can’t risk him dumping all your stuff on the sidewalk and fucking off to let you deal with the stairs on your own. 

“I appreciate you finding me a roommate so I don’t have to sleep on your couch,” you add.

“There we go.” Satisfied, he unbuckles, and you both get out and examine the backseat for whichever Tetris piece seems like it could be removed easiest. Arms full of boxes, you make your way up the steps to the little lobby that houses a wall of mail slots, and then up a second set of stairs to your second-floor apartment.

You set down the box you were carrying and dig out the key, opening the door to your new home.

You really do love this apartment. Through the open space - past the kitchen and through the living room - sunlight streams in through the large front windows that overlook the city block below. You can already see in your mind where you’ll put plants on low tables, or hanging from the ceiling.

You had done the big stuff days ago, with both Lin and Taehyung’s help; Lin had rented a little moving van and you’d loaded up the big furniture. From Lin’s house, you’d taken your bedframe and boxspring, leaving just the mattress in your old bedroom at Lin’s house. You’d also loaded up your low dresser, a nightstand, and two bookshelves. You’d gotten a few pieces from a local repurposing store - a desk to work at and a little swiveling chair to go with it. Your final splurge was an expensive mattress; the one in the store had felt like damn clouds. It was set to be delivered sometime this afternoon. 

You’re already looking forward to going to sleep later.

You and Taehyung try to just put boxes where they’re meant to go. Two boxes end up in your bathroom, another two in the kitchen. You split the books between your bedroom and the living room, where a lone bookshelf is the only current piece of furniture. You heave bags of clothes and linens into your closet, determined to deal with them later. 

The mattress delivery goes smoothly, the truck arriving as you and Taehyung are about halfway done unloading the car. You leave the building’s front door and your apartment door propped open and both teams do their thing: the delivery guys carrying the mattress up the steps, you and Taehyung behind them with garbage bags full of your clothes or boxes of books. 

“You,” Taehyung pants, “have way too much stuff.”

You grin sheepishly, as in the other room your new mattress is removed from its plastic wrap and placed atop your awaiting boxspring. You’re itching to dig out your linens and make the bed; that’s always what makes a room feel ready to you, even back when you were just setting up a little dorm. Once the bed was made, everything else slowly fell into place. 

Once the delivery truck rolls away, you throw yourself bodily onto the mattress, letting out a series of happy groans as you let the pillowy goodness envelop you. 

“Taehyung,” you call tantalizingly. “Come feel it.”

You hear him drop a box in the living room with an audible oof - it must have been more books - and then he comes into your new bedroom and flops sideways across the bed next to you, the mattress jumping and settling again under his weight.

“Wow,” he says, rolling on his back and then turning to look at you, his legs bending to touch the floor. “This is nice. Let’s trade, I’ll bring mine over.”

“Nope,” you say, smiling. “I bought this one with my hard-earned summer money. It’s just for me.”

“Yeah,” he says, voice wry, “for you and your guests.”

Now you do whack him in the belly. He grunts, hands covering the spot, then lays still again.

“That wasn’t nice,” he comments mildly. “No hitting.”

“What guests?” you pout. “I haven’t had a guest since–”

“Ah, spare me the Great Drought of 2022 story,” he begs. He sits up, reaching into his pocket. As his hand retracts, you realize his phone is buzzing with an incoming call.

“Bro,” he says as a greeting, and then listens. “Yeah, we’re here now. That’s fine. Sounds good. Okay.”

He taps to hang up and looks at you. “Namjoon is almost here. That’s fine, right?”

“I was right here,” you huff. “Yes, it’s fine, but you literally could have asked me.”

Taehyung ignores you. “There’s one more box. I’ll go get it, and then I’ll stay while you meet with Joon, and then I’m gonna go, okay?”

“Oh,” you say, heart sinking a little bit. You’d kind of hoped he’d stick around, just hang out and goof off while you unpacked boxes and organized your stuff. “Sure.”

He reads you like a book; he always does.

“Don’t pout,” he says, and there’s something apologetic in his tone. “I just have to do some stuff today. And I really need to shower, this got me all sweaty.”

Well, you don’t need that mental image. Luckily, you’re saved from yourself by a knock at the front door. This strikes you as so polite, because not only is Namjoon going to literally live here, but also because the door is still propped wide open.

You sit up, fixing your hair from where you laid on it. Taehyung has already made his way through the living room and is giving a one-handed bro-hug to the guy at the door. You make your way over, heart thumping. 

You notice a few things right away. He’s tall - taller than Taehyung, and you don’t see that often. His eyes are absolutely striking - there’s sharpness to them, something that makes you want to see the world how he does, something that makes you want to keep looking, something that makes you curious about how he’d see you. 

When he smiles, each cheek dimples, the perfect size for the pad of your index finger. He’s all in browns except for a pair of light-wash jeans. He’s got a dark brown beanie tugged low on his head, and even his thin, wire-frame glasses seem to be chosen for the vibe above all else.

“Hi,” you say, sounding a little shy even to your own ears. Taehyung moves out of the way and you reach to shake Namjoon’s hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. Taehyung promised me you’re normal.”

The guy lets out one big laugh, surprised. “He told me the same,” he says conspiratorially, “but really, that’s such a subjective thing.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, and you step back to let Namjoon in, preparing to show him around. 

“Kitchen and living room are here,” you say unnecessarily, since he can see for himself. “Your bedroom would be on this side.” You push open the door and Namjoon sticks his head in. The room is completely bare, the empty closet door standing open. 

“You get your own bathroom,” Taehyung points out. Namjoon nods appreciatively, still looking silently back and forth across the room that would be his as soon as you pass him a key.

“Is it okay?” you ask, suddenly feeling nervous. If this guy backs out, you’ll be back at square one, and now with less time to solve the problem.

“Oh,” he says, as if remembering he should communicate. “Yeah! It’s great.” He turns and peers at the living room, which is empty but for your lone bookshelf and several boxes of books, unopened.

“I have some stuff we can put here, if you want?” he asks, his tone a little uncertain. “Specifically, I have a couch and coffee table, plus a TV and a console to put it on. It should all fit.”

“That would be great,” you say enthusiastically. “I was already stressing out about saving up enough for a couch.”

He nods easily, looking around the room thoughtfully. Taehyung has wandered over to the large windows and is looking up at the tree that stands right outside, the branches waving lightly in the afternoon breeze. With the sunlight coming in, he looks like a painting. 

“I have a rug, too,” Namjoon muses. “Would you be interested in that?”

“Definitely,” you tell him, tearing your eyes away from Taehyung’s back. There’s something knowing in Namjoon’s face as he watches you, and you flush, feeling weirdly caught.

“Okay,” he says, “I’ll bring it. What about kitchen stuff?”

“I don’t have a ton,” you admit, pointing to the two boxes - not very big ones - that you’ve left on the kitchen counter. “If you’ve got more, that’s probably good. I don’t cook that often, to be honest. I’m not very good at it.”

Namjoon smiles at you, leaning over a little like he’s letting you in on a secret. “I can barely boil water,” he admits. “So you’re all good.”

You stand together as you discuss how you’ll be splitting the monthly costs for the utilities, not to mention the high-speed wifi that’s getting set up in two days. That leaves you to work out the rent, what day it’s due and how you want to handle paying it. In the end, you decide that he’ll electronically pay you, and you’ll pay the landlord, since it’s your name on the lease. He pays you right there on the spot, and you pass him the key that was meant for Penny.

“Is it okay if I start moving my things tomorrow?” he asks you.

You shrug. “This place is yours now, too,” you say easily. “You can honestly do what you want.”

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll probably start in the morning then?”

“I can’t promise I’ll be up,” you laugh, “but don’t let that stop you!”

“Should we…” he pauses, adjusts his glasses. “Should we exchange numbers?”

Taehyung makes a face you know well; it’s the face he makes when he wants to laugh or make fun of something, and he’s doing the Good Person Thing by keeping the thought to himself, but he wants to make sure you know by his face that he is holding it in. He wants credit for doing the Good Person Thing.

You honestly hate him sometimes. It’s the only thing keeping you from tipping straight into insanity. Sometimes, I really hate Taehyung. 

“Yes, we probably should,” you say, because someone in this room needs to act like they aren’t twelve years old, and it’s not going to be Kim Taehyung, apparently.

You do, and then Namjoon tells you both goodbye, making his way back out to the hallway and down the steps. You can hear his footsteps fall away into nothing. 

Taehyung looks at you, smiles angelically. “See?” he says. “I told you he was nice.”

He reaches for his keys on your kitchen counter. You frown, detecting his imminent departure. 

“Will you come over tomorrow?” you ask, a little pitifully. 

He considers this, and nods. “For dinner?” he suggests. 

“Yeah,” you say. “We still won’t have wifi yet. We’ll be bored.”

“Only boring people get bored,” Taehyung says sagely, holding up one finger like a wizened philosopher. Then he comes to hug you goodbye, pulling you into a sweet embrace. You want to live there, in the spot between his arms. 

Once he’s gone, you look around your new home. Alone, you decide to put on music and start tackling boxes. You start in the bathroom, finding towels so you’ll be able to shower in the morning, unpacking all your toiletries, setting up your toothbrush just so. You do the kitchen second; the sun sets outside as you find places for your battered pots and pans. 

You stop for dinner, getting take-out from a place nearby that delivers. Then you dive back in, setting up your bedroom. It feels cozy already, once the bed is made and you’ve plugged in your little lamps. Calmer, you start folding clothes to put into dresser drawers. At one point you wander out of your room to get some water and you freeze in your bedroom doorway, struck by how lonely it feels. 

The rest of the apartment is lit only by the yellow glow coming from your bedroom, plus the thin, white light that filters in from the streetlight below the living room windows. You hurry into the kitchen and turn on the light over the sink, which vanishes some of the bad feeling for you. You pour your glass of water and lean heavily on the counter, looking out at your empty living room, and the dark doorway of Namjoon’s untouched room. You wish Taehyung had come back over, or that some of your university friends had moved back into the area sooner.

You rinse your glass and head back into your room, ready to distract yourself with more unpacking until you’re tired enough to sleep.

Sunday August 30

Bumps and crashes wake you in the morning. It takes you a few minutes to figure out where you are - ah, the cloud bed, in your new room. The morning sunlight is strong; apparently the windows on the front of the apartment face the east. You make a mental note to shop for some good blackout curtains, and check your phone. Not much waiting for you - Lin texted around 1 am asking if you got settled okay, probably while she was on a quick break. You answer her, check your socials, and then lay back, just looking around. 

You got a lot done yesterday, but you still have more unpacking to do. It also occurs to you that not only is there no coffee waiting for you in the kitchen, there’s no food of any kind in the whole place, unless you count your container of leftover takeout from last night. 

You shower and get dressed, figuring it's best to stay out of the way - you can hear the grunts and huffs and loud bumps that indicate Namjoon’s got some friends helping him move things in. But eventually, the growling in your stomach and your body’s clamoring for caffeine send you out into the living room.

The low entertainment center is in place across the room from you, a flatscreen tv situated on top. There are now two stools tucked beneath the breakfast bar in the kitchen, and a pretty, wooden coffee table sits in the center of the living room.

There’s a guy on the floor surrounded by furniture pieces, a screwdriver, and a packet of instructions in his hands. You can hear a lot of shouting, bumping, and cursing floating in from the stairwell down the hall. 

“Hey,” the guy on the floor says. “You’re Y/N? I’m Namjoon’s friend, Yoongi.”

“Hi,” you say, a little bewildered. “What are you… building?”

He sighs, squinting at the paper in his hand. “It’s supposed to be a bookshelf. Eventually.”

You’re about to respond to this when the noise from outside the open door gets infinitely louder. You see Namjoon’s expansive back as he shuffles backwards through the doorway, one end of a faded, grey couch in his hands. 

“Okay, you have to turn,” he coaches whoever is on the other side.

The couch makes it through the door, and you’re surprised to see that you know the other person carrying the couch. He’s one of Taehyung’s best friends, and you’ve hung out together as a group plenty of times over the last three years.

“JayKay!” you call happily. “Welcome to my house!”

He laughs, nose scrunching with delight. “Y/N,” he crows. “Where should I put the couch?”

“Across from the tv,” Namjoon answers for you, sounding a little breathless. They shuffle through the room, and you notice for the first time that they’ve already put the rug in place, covering most of the warped, wooden floor of the living room. The couch settles over top of it, and Namjoon slides the coffee table to a more centered position.

One more guy comes through your doorway, carrying a nightstand and a lamp. He’s got quite possibly the widest shoulders you’ve ever seen. He disappears into Namjoon’s bedroom, and you hear the quiet thump as he sets the nightstand down in there.

“Wow,” you say. “You’ve got a whole moving crew.”

“Notice who’s not here helping,” Jungkook grumbles.

You smile to yourself. If you know him at all, you’ll guess Taehyung isn’t even out of bed yet. 

“In his defense,” you say, and Jungkook snorts, as if it’s so typical that you’d defend Taehyung, which… it might be, “he did a lot for me yesterday. We had his car packed with my stuff.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook mutters and turns to - presumably - get more stuff from downstairs.

“You have a lot left?” you ask Namjoon, who seems to be catching his breath for a minute, perched on the arm of the couch. “I’d offer to help, but I was just about to go get groceries - there’s very literally no food here.”

“We’re about done with the heavier stuff,” he says, looking at the open door, like he’ll find an inventory there that he can reference. “But still plenty of assembling left.”

“Hooray,” Yoongi deadpans from the floor, holding the instruction packet up in the air like a different angle will help him decipher the directions.

You find your little foldable cart and make your way to the grocery store a few blocks away. By the time you’re done scouring the aisles, you’ve loaded the cart to the top and still have to carry some of the bags. But at least now you’ll have food to eat, things to drink besides tap water. 

Getting up the stairs with your groceries sucks, but you make it, panting like crazy as you finally unlock the front door and let yourself in.

You’re greeted with silence; it’s clear the guys are all gone. The living room looks completely different than twenty-four hours ago. The couch and table look great, and it seems like Yoongi’s bookshelf is mostly complete - it’s upright, just missing a few shelves near the top. You set the groceries down in the kitchen next to three unopened boxes - it seems like Namjoon’s gameplan was the same as yours yesterday: get the boxes into the appropriate rooms, do the rest later. 

You peek into his bedroom - he’s left the door all the way open, which feels nice, like he trusts you, and you make a mental note that you should probably do the same. You notice that it looks like the furniture is all in place there, too. It doesn’t differ much from yours, actually. The bedframe is put together, the boxspring and mattress leaning against the far wall. He’s also got a tall chest of drawers, a wicker hamper, and in the corner, a desk. Namjoon’s furniture is a lot more modern looking than yours, sleek and matching. You bet he didn’t get half of his from the thrift store. 

You put the groceries away and make yourself a small lunch, eating it on the couch in the quiet of the apartment. You’ve got about twenty-four hours to go until there’s wifi and you can stream shows when you’re home alone. You’re just cleaning up your lunch when you hear a key in the lock, and then the cacophony of boys’ voices as they reenter the apartment. 

“-far superior, I’m telling you,” Jungkook is saying emphatically. The smell of greasy burgers and fries hits you in the kitchen along with the sound of his voice.

“I hear what you’re saying, and I respect your opinion,” a flat voice responds that you think might belong to Yoongi. “It’s just that you’re wrong.”

“Hey,” Namjoon says, noticing you standing in the kitchen. The guys pass through, heading into the living room, Jungkook already digging in the bag. They surround the coffee table, handing out burgers and fries, filling the room with delicious smells and noisy chatter.

You take this opportunity to head back into your room, sitting on your bedroom floor and opening one of your boxes of books, starting to put them on the small shelf beneath your window. You pop in your airpods and turn on music, losing yourself in the monotonous movement of digging out a new book, then turning to place it on the shelf. Rinse, and repeat.

When you finish, you move into your closet. You put your little wire shoe rack back together and locate your box of shoes, lining them up neatly. Then, you tackle another garbage bag full of clothes that go on hangers, flapping each shirt or dress to relieve it of wrinkles before hanging it up. After that, you find a box of miscellaneous dresser items - jewelry boxes, perfume bottles, headbands - and put those where you want them, too.

By the time you decide you need to sit down and take a break, it’s nearly evening, the light outside reaching that golden hour. You really do love the natural lighting in this place. 

You take out your airpods and set them to charge, listening carefully. You’ve had your bedroom door open this whole time, but the guys had left you alone and you’d minded your own business. Now, the apartment is filled with silence again. They must be gone.

You text Taehyung for the first time that day, which strikes you as weird. He must have been busy today, too. It’s odd for you two to make it until almost dinner without speaking.

“Dinner?” you text, and then wander out into the living room. 

“Hey,” a voice says from near the floor, and you practically leap out of your skin. You startle so violently that your phone slips from your hands and clatters to the floor.

“Holy crap,” you breathe when you realize Namjoon is sitting on the floor next to his newly assembled bookshelf, an open box of books before him. He seems to be sorting them into piles before putting any on the shelf.

“Sorry,” he says, eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to--”

“No, you’re fine,” you assure him. “I’m just… a jumpy person. You’ll get used to it.”

You watch him sort books for a minute, then eye your own empty bookshelf, your boxes still closed on the ground next to it. You decide if it’s Bookshelf Hours, you might as well, right? You set your phone on the coffee table and settle in, opening your first box and starting to place books on the bottommost shelf.

“So,” you say, because it feels weird to be sitting four feet from your new roommate and not speaking, “Taehyung said you’re a grad student at the university?”

Namjoon nods wordlessly, eyes on the books he’s sorting. “Yep,” he says finally. “And you’re a senior?”

“Mhm,” you confirm. 

After that scintillating conversation, you both lapse into silence as you work. You continue like that for some time - long enough to reach the middle shelf - before you realize you hear your phone buzzing on the table. You stretch to reach for it, missing how Namjoon glances sideways at you, at how an inch of your stomach is revealed as you lean over. 

“Hi,” you say, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Took you long enough to answer,” Taehyung gripes.

“Sorry,” you say. “We were putting books away.”

Taehyung’s silence is just one beat too long. “We, huh?”

You laugh, once. “I mean? That’s what each of us is doing? So? Yeah?” From his spot a few feet away, Namjoon glances over his shoulder, frowning slightly.

“Anyway,” you say, “dinner? Do you want to come over?” 

“Yes,” he says decisively. “Order us something and I’ll head over?”

“Sure,” you say, already hanging up. You don’t need to ask what he wants; no matter where you order from, you know what he likes. 

“Do you want to order with us?” you ask Namjoon mildly as you scroll through the local delivery app. “I was thinking pizza.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon says slowly, like he was deep in thought and has to process what you’d said to him. “That would be nice. Thanks.”

The place you’d order from back when you lived in the dorms is actually closer to this apartment than campus, which is the most beautiful, serendipitous thing that’s ever happened in your life. You place the order for delivery and continue putting your books away. Once all the books are on shelves, you’re essentially done - finally, after two days - unpacking. 

This gives you exactly one whole day to relax before you have to start going to classes again.

Taehyung arrives before the pizza, knocking on the door in a silly rhythm. You pound back on your side of the door, echoing his rhythm, before opening it, greeting him with a big smile. You’d missed him; of course you had.

“Wow,” he says, genuinely impressed, as he peers around you. “It looks so much different in here.”

“Right?” you ask, filled with joy. Taehyung pokes his head into the kitchen, which is arguably the least “ready” room, as aside from putting your things into drawers and cupboards, neither you nor Namjoon had really done much to it. No hand-towels hanging by the sink, no magnets on the fridge, even the counters were empty, save for the two sets of keys resting there. Taehyung adds his own to the key pile and moves into the living room, which is much more impressive.

“Hey, man,” Namjoon says from the floor. It seems like he’s done sorting his books into piles and has started actually putting them on shelves now. “Looks good, right?”

“It does,” Taehyung answers from the doorway of Namjoon’s room, where he's peeking nosily. “The guys helped you?”

“Everyone except you and Jimin,” Namjoon says innocently. 

Taehyung smiles guiltily. “I helped Y/N the entire day before, just the two of us,” he argues. “And what about Hobi? He’s on--”

“--on vacation with his parents,” Namjoon finishes agreeably, “so he’s off the hook. Where was Jimin?”

“Where do you think Jimin was?” Taehyung scoffs, reaching down and touching the rug absently.

“Sleeping,” you and Namjoon say at the same time, both of your voices wry. You smile at him, and he looks away. 

The pizza arrives and you all sit around the coffee table to eat. Conversation flows better with Taehyung in the mix; he talks so much, it almost doesn’t matter if anyone else does. 

“I was thinking of making a list of things we need for the apartment that wouldn’t necessarily belong to either of us - cleaning supplies, stuff like that,” Namjoon says to you. “I thought I could buy it and we could split the cost?”

“Buy the cheap stuff,” Taehyung advises. “Y/N’s summer money is gonna go fast, especially the way she orders out instead of cooking.”

“Thank you, Taehyung,” you say flatly, shooting him a look. “I start work in like two days. I can handle it.”

After the pizza’s done, Namjoon goes back to working on his bookshelf, obviously wanting to clear the floorspace of his book piles sooner rather than later. You and Taehyung sprawl across the couch opposite each other, his feet resting near your elbow, both of you on your phones. 

You stay like that until nearly midnight, talking occasionally but mostly just happily coexisting in your own little bubbles. At some point, Namjoon finishes the bookshelf and wanders into his bedroom, pausing to look at you two on the couch before disappearing. He pushes his door almost shut, leaving it open a few inches. You hear the subtle sounds of music playing from behind the door, but not loud enough to discern what it is. 

Taehyung hugs you before leaving, and you snuggle into the embrace, body exhausted from the moving process. He rests his chin on top of your head, swaying you around a little bit. 

“Thanks for helping me,” you murmur into his chest. Sometimes the only time you can get Taehyung to be serious for a conversation is when you’re like this; in each other’s arms, your walls come down - in his case, deflecting with humor and sarcasm, brushing off everything like it’s a big joke. In yours, saying what you really mean, and not a more delicate version of it.

“You’re welcome,” he answers, squeezing you a little. “I’m glad everything worked out. It really does look good in here. And I think you guys will get along.” 

Once he leaves, you deadbolt the front door and head to the kitchen to wash the plates and cups you’d used for pizza. Behind you, you hear the squeak of door hinges, and Namjoon pads into the kitchen behind you. He pauses, scanning the cupboards.

“I don’t remember which one I put my cups in,” he laughs a little, and then starts opening each one until he finds what he needs. Once he has a glass, he rummages in the fridge, taking out a juice carton and filling his glass about halfway. You finish washing the last plate and turn the water off, rummaging through a drawer for a dish towel to dry everything.  

“So…” Namjoon says between sips of juice. “You two are pretty close, huh?”

“Yeah,” you say, shrugging easily. “He’s my best friend.”

Namjoon hums, nods, purses his lips thoughtfully. If you knew him better, you’d push - ask him what that face means, or why he’d asked in the first place. 

But, you don’t need to. You know already. You’re used to being interrogated by others about your relationship with Taehyung. Sometimes people are trying to see if you’re a threat in their quest to worm their way into Taehyung’s heart (or pants) - and in your own weird way, you kind of are, at least for the former. 

Taehyung definitely sleeps around, but he’s surprisingly tight-lipped with you about it. You’re not sure if he’s sparing you, or he’s actually just a gentleman. Could go either way. But when Taehyung considers dating someone - rare, to say the least - he always has you vet them first. You never like any of them, surprise surprise. 

You’re used to girls approaching you in bathrooms, sometimes aggressively, sometimes meekly, to ask if Taehyung’s your boyfriend. You’ve had girls come apologize, saying they “didn’t know about you”. Once you’d had a girl nearly shove you down a staircase for talking to “her man”, but luckily, said man was walking next to you and helped shut the whole thing down. (You two had had a serious talk after that one about communicating with his partners about his relationship status. Things have never gone that far again, to date.)

Less frequently, you’ll get asked about Taehyung by guys who are interested in you, who are trying to figure out how much of a lost cause it is. That one’s a little trickier. How do you tell the cute guy at the coffee shop that no, you’re not dating Taehyung, but you are secretly so in love with him that it really isn’t worth their time? 

Anyway, usually you just tell guys that you’re not dating Taehyung but that you’re not interested in dating anyone. It usually does the trick. It’s not that far from the truth, either.

That leaves the last category of people who ask about you two, and this is where you feel Namjoon falls: the people who watch your weird, boundary-pushing friendship and are just genuinely curious how it could possibly work. 

And you get it, you really do. You know how this looks from the outside. Hell, you’re sure that from the outside it’s fairly obvious how gone you are for him. Is it just as obvious to the outside that he sees you more like a sister than anything datable? 

Probably.

You’ve had friends ask you what keeps you around. You always say the same thing - regardless of your feelings for him, he’s also your absolute best friend.

Your friendship is precious to you, sacred. It sometimes feels like the only thing you have, in a life where you generally don’t have much. Your family is Lin - that’s it, end of the road. Your girlfriends are nice, but Penny was the closest you had and she’s across the country now. You only have Taehyung. And what you have with him, as special as it is, it’s also precarious. 

If you lose him, it isn’t just that you’ll lose him - and trust, that would be devastating - it’s also that you would be deeply alone. 

Finished with the dishes, you bid Namjoon goodnight and head back into your room for the night, planning to change into pajamas and wait for Taehyung to text you that he made it home safely, wait for Taehyung to text you goodnight. Namjoon murmurs goodnight, but you feel his calculating gaze on your back until you close your door softly behind you.

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Over The Odds | To The Future

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 6k

You look forward to what the future holds

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, family drama etc

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Five Months Later

“I’m so proud of you.” Jungkook’s breath is hot against your ear with lips curved into a genuine smile, his voice deep enough to drown out the clicks and flashes of cameras. His strong arm rests on the bend of your waist, pulling you closer to him as you both pose for photographs.

This is your first red carpet event and the fact everybody is here to support you is somewhat overwhelming. The documentary ‘Privacy’ releases tonight, you’ve been working tirelessly to share your story and help others going through similar experiences through your company 4U. This night a celebration of your journey both professionally and personally, and as always your boyfriend is here being your number one supporter.

You’re wearing a backless halter-neck gold sequined dress with that hugs your curves, standing proudly beside Jungkook who wears an all-black suit with a gold diamond encrusted Rolex that threatens to peek out of his suit jacket at any moment.

Jimin, Yoongi and Taehyung are also here, along with your parents, ex co-workers and old friends of yours filling the event to max capacity. There are two guests here that you didn’t expect to see, their arrival caught you off guard when you first laid eyes on them. Jungkook’s parents. It’s no secret that Jungkook’s father isn’t exactly your biggest fan, initially believing that you were using his son for money and even told you to break up with him if you ‘really cared about him’. Of course your boyfriend didn’t know this and presumably invited them here.

Your parents look to be in deep conversation with Taehyung and Jungkook’s parents, Taehyung presumably helping with translation where needed while you and Jungkook pose for press photos on the red carpet.

“Y/N! Y/N over here!”

You’re smiling brightly for the cameras, even stealing a kiss from your man which will no doubt make the front page tomorrow morning. Jungkook kisses you back, lips curved into a wide grin when he whispers ‘I love you’ against your mouth.

After the programme screening people swarm you with congratulations and proud hugs, your mother is crying when she approaches you after you’re done talking to an old college friend. You’re standing in something akin to a ballroom for the launch party and first fund raiser of your company 4U, drinking in the muted pink decorations with a satisfied smile. You did it.

“I’m so proud of you sweetie!” Your mum beams when she pulls you into a tight bear hug, winning you to stumble back slightly from her force.

“Thank you.” You grin, kissing her cheek.

Everybody loved the documentary, they loved how raw and emotional your story was portrayed and respected your vulnerability – it’s been one of the most challenging, stressful yet unbelievably rewarding experiences of your life and sharing your experience has only positively influenced your career. Your new assistant Yuri said that there’s multiple investors interested in backing 4U, and that you should have enough funding to establish a five year plan for the company, your chest swells at the thought.

“I told myself I wouldn’t drink too much because of tomorrow…” Your mum admits with a slight slur of words, proving otherwise, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?”

“I’m sure.”

“But he’s your nephew—”

“Not tonight mum, don’t do this now.” You cut her off sternly, you knew this would happen and yet it doesn’t make it any easier, “I’ll meet him another day I promise.”

“…Okay,” She sighs in defeat, “If you change your mind though I’m sure Namjoon wouldn’t mind.”

You offer her a nod in acceptance, you know Namjoon would have no issue with you going to his apartment and meeting his child since he’s repeatedly asked you if you want to join the little get together he’s having tomorrow when he brings his son home from the hospital. Much to Ruth’s disappointment you strongly rejected her offer of adopting her baby and informed Joon of the fact he was an expectant father.

Namjoon didn’t take the news lightly, but his once anger and confusion has blossomed into paternal excitement. In a way you’re grateful that he’s willing to be a single dad and take on the responsibility of your nephew, who was born three days ago. His parents however have disowned him for being so reckless, stating that the birth of his son is nothing but a disappointment to them. It must be hard for him, you know that, but everybody needs to understand this is a difficult situation for you too. Even though you’ve known of this day for a long time now, it doesn’t make it any easier. You’re not ready to meet you nephew, fathered by your ex-boyfriend, and people need to respect that.

“It’ll be you and Jungkook having a baby next.” Your mother winks and you feign a laugh when your train of thought is disrupted.

“Not for a while, I’m not ready to be a mum just yet.”

“I can’t believe you’ve been together for a whole year now…” Her mind wanders to her first encounter with Jungkook in the hospital, back when things were much simpler.

“Give or take.” Your head bobs from side to side, “We don’t have a proper anniversary but it’s been around that now yeah.” You smile fondly, you and your boyfriend have been through a lot in your first year as a couple.

“His parents are nice.”

“Mmm, his mum’s very nice.” You purposely avoid talking about his father knowing his opinion of you, he’s talking to Jungkook across the room with his mother by their side. They keep glancing in your direction with smiles all round and you wonder what they could possibly be talking about.

“They came all the way here from Korea to celebrate your achievement, they must really like you…”

“I don’t know, maybe.” You shrug, silently telling her to shut the hell up with your wide eyes when the family make their way over to your conversation.

“Y/N! Congratulations it was very moving to watch.” Jungkook’s mother speaks up with a sweet voice akin to something that’s been dipped in honey, “And 4U sounds amazing, what you’re doing for other victims… It’s inspiring.”

“Thank you so much.” Your chest swells when she hugs you, eyes flickering to your boyfriend’s father who looks equally as lost in thought as Jungkook. You realise that’s where he gets his random zoning out from, “Thank you both for coming it’s really nice of you.”

“We wouldn’t miss this!” His mum squeals, her excitement more obvious than your own, “We’ve waited so long for this day—”

“Eomma.” Jungkook warns her, shaking his head until his black hair dusts his forehead.

“Right, right.” She’s quick to stop talking after the pair have a brief exchange in Korean, leaving you confused nursing your now empty flute of champagne, “Sorry…”

Jungkook’s father looks amused, especially when your mum whispers something into his ear. The older man’s gaze locks with yours and for the first time since meeting him he offers you a genuine smile, “I was wrong about you Y/N, you don’t need my son to be successful and you’ve proven that tonight. I’m proud that you’re his girlfriend.”

His words take you visibly by surprise, you don’t know how to respond to that save for a warm expression and so Jungkook steps in with a strong arm draped round your waist, “Shall we get you another drink?”

Your mother is vibrating with something indescribable from the corner of your eye.

“Okay…” You squeeze his hand when he laces inked fingers with yours, “Thank you.” You look directly at Kook’s dad, realising that a proud man like him apologise must’ve been somewhat difficult before Jungkook tugs you along to a staircase.

“The bar is the other way.” You snort, stilling your movements.

“I know, but there’s a special bar up here for us.” He smirks, ushering you up the wide staircase until you’re inside the first room you can see.

From what you can gather this is some kind of study, the launch event tonight is being held at a manor house just outside of London and rumour has it it’s the favoured filming location for many historical TV shows like Bridgerton. Jungkook’s actually the person who recommended the place, because obviously he knows where to throw a grand party.

The room is decorated as beautifully as the rest of the building, but it’s the large French doors leading out to a balcony that catch your attention. There are candles all over the balcony, along with deep crimson rose petals that scatter the ground. As Kook leads you outside with his palm gently resting on the small of your back you clock a small table holding champagne on ice, with two empty flutes.

“What’s this for?” You’re smiling, eyes peering down at the party-goers downstairs including Jimin who notices you staring, raising his glass to you with a ginormous grin. Even your bestie was suited and booted for the occasion, everybody had gone above and beyond to make your night special it seems.

“Happy anniversary.” Jungkook spins you to face him, his hooded eyes are drunk in love when he passes you your drink.

“Jungkook…” You sigh, embarrassed, “We don’t have a proper anniversary we’ve been through this.”

“I know, but it just so happens that one year ago today that you signed the contract and agreed to be mine for the year.”

“So you brought me up here to break up with me now that my time’s up?” You playfully smack his chest, you know that’s not his intention but even now you still enjoy riling him up, “I’m hurt.”

“Mmm.” He agrees with a chuckle, gently gripping your jaw with his free hand to angle your face to his, “Behave yourself before I eat you out on this balcony for the whole world to see, just like I did on my office desk that day.”

“You wouldn’t.” You’re laughing now, teeth almost clinking with his when he swoops his handsome face down for a gentle kiss.

“What time is it?” He murmurs against your lips and you have to force yourself to ignore the lick of heat that’s growing down your spine.

“You’re the one wearing a watch, you tell me.”

At this he pulls away, riding up his sleeve just enough to glance at his Rolex, “Right on schedule, it’s 10:26.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve added us having sex up here into your calendar, because it’s not gonna happen.” You shiver, it’s a lot colder up here than the party downstairs. “Can I have your jacket please? I’m cold.”

“Of course-, okay…” He’s quick to rid himself of his black suit jacket, draping it over your shoulders before clearing his throat. “Y/N…” He inhales, adjusting his belt for a second.

“What is it?” You cock your head to one side when he moves next to you, you turn to him, your back no longer faces the balcony and nerves envelop your entire body when you catch a glimpse of him gnawing his lip, “Are you okay?”

“10:30PM, one year ago today… I realised I’d never find another woman like you. You’re different from anybody else, you’re not afraid to speak your mind and stand up for what you believe in… You’re ambitious, you’re beautiful, smart, funny.”

You’re flattered, your cheeks hurt from grinning at how much of a romantic this man can be, “How do you know it was 10:30? That’s very specific.”

“Because I made a note in my phone at 10:31, while you went to wash up in the bathroom. We’d just got home from my office.” He smiles fondly at the memory, digging his hands into his trouser pockets, “Here, read it for yourself.” His phone winds up in your hand and you glance down at the message.

One year ago today: Dear future Jungkook, do NOT fuck this up, she’s the one

When you’re finished reading you melt, but when you go to hand the device back to him you’re flustered as he’s no longer standing in front of you – rather kneeling, palms resting on his bent knee while he looks up at you with those big brown doe eyes you know so well.

“What are you doing…” You forget how to breathe, accidentally dropping his phone to your feet in a panic but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“I love you Y/N, and I never thought I’d love anyone. I didn’t want to be loved until I met you, I thought I was happy living like that but then you showed up and proved to me that I wasn’t happy at all, not really, there was always something missing. And that something is you.”

Tears prick your eyes when he nods, holding his hand out in front of you.

“Check the inside pocket.” He instructs, and you oblige.

Your manicured hands find what he’s referring to straight away, fingers gripping a small velvet box that he’d been carrying on him all night. It’s dusky pink and you silently chuckle at how it matches the theme of the party, whether that was intentional or not you’ll never know because the second you hand him the box you forget about everything else in the world.

“Jungkook...” Your voice is shaky, as are you legs when he opens the box and displays the most ethereal huge diamond ring, he checks his watch again before fixing his gaze to yours, his sharp features only amplified by the moonlight.

“10:30,” His smile is breath taking, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration, “Will you do me the greatest honour in the world and be mine forever… Y/N…Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

You’re frantically nodding as tears cascade down your cheeks at an uncontrollable speed, unable to put into words how much you love this man and how happy you are in this moment. Expectantly you hold your left hand out, borderline sobbing when Jungkook stands up to slide the ring onto your finger. It fits perfectly, it’s weighty on your hand as you cup either side of his jaw and pull him into an emotional kiss, pressing your lips to his between sniffles. Fireworks startle you and win you to pull back from your new fiancé, the sky decorated with beautiful pinks and purples that makes your ring sparkle even more, if that were possible.

“10:31, I made sure they started right on the dot... It’s officially been one year.” Jungkook hums with a smirk, noticing your surprise. He bends to grab his phone and his drink that he’d apparently discarded on the ground, “SHE SAID YES!” He roars with pride, and you finally notice the sea of friends and family gathered on the ground peering up at the balcony.

Everybody screams, your vision is blurred by salty tears but you can still make out your best friend wink in the distance, along with Jungkook’s father shaking hands with your own dad, both your mothers wailing into the other’s shoulder as the squeeze each other tightly.

Everything is perfect.

--

The ring on your finger outweighs the dull hangover you’re experiencing from your launch party turned engagement last night. You’re still smiling even when you wake up, it all feels like a dream… Jungkook asked to you be his forever, you still can’t believe it.

You’re dancing around the apartment in a beige loungewear set after a quick shower, Jungkook text you to let you know he was dropping his parents off at the airport and he’d be back in an hour. Jungkook, your fiancé. Still smiling you make yourself a coffee, admiring your ring as you wait for your drink to cool down. It’s gorgeous, it’s perfect, it’s everything little girls fantasise about when they imagine getting engaged. It’s almost enough to distract you from the penthouse phone ringing, you barely manage to catch it in time.

“Hello?”

“Miss Y/N, there’s a man here to see you, shall I send him up?”

“Uh-, who is it?” You’re not expecting anybody today, not that you’re aware of.

“Dr Kim, he has a baby with him too Miss.”

“Oh.” Your good mood deflates, fuck, “Send them up.”

The freshly brewed coffee is forgotten about, you’re a nervous wreck when the reality of this situation truly dawns on you. Namjoon and your new nephew are on their way up to your apartment. It’s not that you don’t want to meet the baby, of course you do, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t care about him. His mother may be evil and his father may be your ex-boyfriend but he’s still your family. It’s not his fault how he was brought into this world after all.

Pretty soon the elevator dings and you catch sight of Namjoon carrying a small car seat into the apartment, he’s looking around, presumably filled with envy at the sheer size of the penthouse and lifestyle being with Jungkook has provided you with. You’re sitting on the sofa with a racing heart, watching him slowly make his way over to you.

Namjoon looks tired, there’s no trace of his familiar dimples today, he doesn’t look like a joyful new father at all – he looks almost disappointed, your chest tightens at the prospect of him not loving his own son enough to care. You’re upset, slightly shaky when he finally comes to a stop in front of you.

“I can’t do this,” He puts down the car seat which is facing away from you, “Y/N I can’t be a single dad he fucking hates me. He’s cried non-stop since I picked him up from the hospital he’s only just settled down in the car—”

“He’s a baby of course he’s going to cry.” You stop yourself from rolling your eyes, standing immediately to defend your nephew, “He probably misses his mum.”

Guilt hits you harder than a tonne of bricks, the poor boy has been torn away from his mother as though he’s nothing. Joon needs to get it together before he picks up on his emotions and gets even more upset. For a second you find yourself thinking about Ruth, about how she must be feeling right now… Her own son gone. Fuck, why do you have to care so much?

“I thought you were introducing him to everyone later, why are you here?”

“I need help Y/N, I need your help… I know I shouldn’t be asking for it but I don’t know what I’m doing and my parents don’t want to know—”

“Just sit down.” You gesture to the now vacant sofa, wanting nothing but for your ex to calm down, “When was his last feed?”

“Three hours ago, he had two ounces but kept crying and crying and… I’m in way over my head with him I can’t do this.”

As if on queue the baby starts to shriek, his slumber probably disturbed by Joon’s booming voice and frustration. You gulp, eyeing the doctor carefully as he physically begins to tear his hair out, slumping into a seated position. The sound of your nephews sobs snaps you out of a trance and you make your way to the car seat, bending down to take him out of it.

He’s beautiful. A tiny blue hat covers his dark hair, his fists are balled underneath the white scratch mittens he wears, matching his baby blue and white striped sleepsuit dressing his little body. Just like you imagined he has dimples like Namjoon, his eyes are squeezed shut but there’s no denying his features are almost identical to that of his fathers, except he’s so tiny.

“Shh, hey shh…” You coo, taking him out of the car seat.

The weight of your new nephew is barely noticeable in your arms, he’s the most delicately small baby you’ve ever seen. You’ve laid him on your chest, being sure to support his little head with your hand as you gently bounce him up and down. He smells like baby powder and lavender when he begins to calm down, gurgling into the crook of your neck.

“He’s…gorgeous Joon.” You hum, planting a chaste kiss to his cute knitted hat, “What’ve you called him?”

Namjoon sighs with the faintest smile ghosting his features, “Charles, or Charlie for short.”

“Charles.” You repeat, heart sinking a little. That was the name you and him had picked out if you were to ever have children, the same name your grandfather had, which funnily enough also happened to be Ruth’s grandfather too. It’s also your father’s name.

“Yeah…like your dad and—“

“I figured.” You cut him off, somewhat hurt. “Do you have nappies with you? He needs changing.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do, his bum feels a little heavy.” You continue to fall deeper and deeper in love with Charlie, especially when a sneeze equally as tiny as him escapes his nostrils. “Get me a nappy and I’ll do it, I need wipes and nappy cream too.”

“Got it, okay.” A dishevelled looking Joon rushes to the elevator and grabs the changing bag he brought with him, quickly handing you the items you’ve requested.

“If his last feed was three hours ago he’ll be a due another one, little man’s probably hungry.”

“O-okay, I have the formula but I don’t know how many scoops—”

“One scoop of formula to one ounce of boiled water, I’ll show you.”

Staying true to your word you change the newborn’s nappy, discarding the soiled one in the bin before making him a bottle, being sure to physically show Namjoon what he needs to do in the future in a detailed step-by-step process. A part of you can’t believe he doesn’t know already, but then again you realise he probably has nobody to show him these things. You’re feeding baby Charlie on the sofa when he dozes off in your arms, long dark eyelashes dust his chubby cheeks as he succumbs to slumber.

“You’re good at this...he hates me.” Joon sighs, you know he’s relieved that his son is sleeping and peaceful and truthfully so are you, the sound of his cries pulled on your heart strings a little too hard for your liking.

“He doesn’t hate you, you just need to be patient.” You’re sure to keep your voice down to not wake the baby.

“No he really does hate me…guess I deserve it after everything I’ve done.”

“Stop that.” You tut, shaking your head, “If you’ve come here for sympathy you’ve come to the wrong person, I’m not going to entertain your pity party. You’re a dad now Joon, a dad. This is your child and he’s your responsibility. It doesn’t matter how or why he was brought into the world, at the end of the day he’s here now and you need to care for him.”

“I-,” For once Namjoon looks to stunned to speak, brushing his hair back with slender fingers, “That’s-, that’s a really beautiful ring.”

“Oh, thank you.” You mumble, having completely forgotten about your engagement since he arrived.

It’s almost ironic how things have panned out. Namjoon could’ve been the father of your child, instead he’s the father of your nephew. He could’ve been the man to put a ring on your finger, at one time that was all you ever wanted but now you’re betrothed to another – Jungkook. The same man who broke Joon’s nose a few months ago. You’re chuckling mostly to yourself, if somebody had told you all those years ago this would be your life you would’ve lost it, defended your ex-boyfriend’s honour because you really believed he’d never cheat on you. Guess you were young and naïve. And you were wrong about a lot of things.

“I mean it though,” You begin, peeling your gaze away from Charlie to look at his father, “He’s depending on you, he needs you. I know it’s scary and new for you but you can’t show up here when you don’t know what he needs, you have to learn.”

“I know I do, guess I always thought if I had a baby you would be around-, and well like I said you’re good at this stuff… I trust you with him.”

“I’m happy to help he is my nephew after all…” You sigh lovingly when you look back down at innocent baby Charles in his peaceful sleep, “But that’s where it ends.”

“What are you saying?” Namjoon sounds hurt, unable to look away from the huge diamond on your finger.

“I’m a text message away if you need a break, or need any help…but I’m engaged Joon, I’m marrying Jungkook and I can’t have my ex-boyfriend showing up to our apartment every time he’s struggling. I-, I want...of course I want a relationship with Charlie…but that’s it. You’re my nephew’s dad and that’s all it is.”

“It should’ve been me marrying you yknow.” He’s shaking his head, jaw and fists tight.

You have to bite back a scoff for the sake of the baby in your arms, “Maybe you shouldn’t have slept with my sister then.”

“I-, Look I’m so so—”

“I don’t need an apology, I need you to step up and be a father to this little guy. He needs you, you’re the only parent he has. You’ve got this, okay? You’re gonna be a good dad just give it some time.”

“Thank you Y/N…and congratulations.” There’s a hint of bitterness to his tone, “Jungkook’s a really lucky guy.”

A mostly comfortable silence follows before curiosity gets the better of you and you find yourself asking something that’s been on your mind, “How is she? Did the birth go smoothly?”

“Ruth was…she was amazing, she lost a lot of blood but she did great. I think her treatments are really working, she seems different, there’s something new about her.”

“Mmm. Is she allowed to see him?” You don’t know if you believe that your sister is capable of change, you want to of course, for nobody’s sake except Charlie’s, but you’re still wary of the situation after everything she’s done. She might not be a good person but she’s still a mother, being away from her first born must be difficult for her.

“Not yet but the doctors are confident she’ll be able to stand trial for the burglary soon, once she’s served her sentence she’ll be able to come back. With regular therapy and medication and whatnot. I want her to be involved with Charles but only when she’s fit to do so”

“I see, yknow Kook’s gonna be home soon so I think you should get going, I know my parents are really looking forward to meeting this one this afternoon too.” You offer him a small smile, maybe you can be civil with Joon for the sake of your nephew, you already can’t imagine your life without him and he’s only four days old.

“Yeah of course, um-, thanks Y/N. For everything…” He awkwardly stands from the sofa when he prepares all of his son’s things, carefully taking him from your grip to place him back into the car seat.

When you see Namjoon out of the apartment you’re sure to take a photograph of your sleeping nephew bundled up with his little blankets. Your heart is so full of love for him already it’s almost sad to see him and his father leave. Boundaries, that’s all you need. You make a promise to yourself to always be there for Charles, but there will always be boundaries for your relationship with his dad. There has to be, but it can work.

Your coffee is completely cold when you return to the kitchen, you sigh, pouring it down the sink when your engagement ring catches your attention once again. It’s been a long year, hell in ways it’s been one of the worst years of your life, but you’re still here. Standing in the penthouse apartment you share with your fiancé, billionaire Jungkook as the tabloids like to call him. Not to mention the fact you’re an aunt now, to the sweetest baby boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Mrs Jeon to be, you smile, tracing your thumb over the big diamond.

--

It’s a few days later when you’re at Black Swan, the upscale nightclub in central London your fiancé owns. Fiancé. Nope, you’re still not used to saying it. Your group is sitting in a VIP booth, because of course you are. You’re wearing a little black dress, sitting on Jungkook’s denim-clad thighs. His crisp white shirt is tucked neatly into black jeans, all tied together with the LV belt you know all too well.

“I just want to say…” Jimin’s voice is loud enough for you to jump in place, “I’m so fucking happy for you guys, and if I’m not a brides...man or man of honour I will personally burn down your penthouse.”

“Duly noted.” You’re laughing, as are the others.

Jimin and Yoongi sit across from you, Taehyung next to you, all enjoying a bottle of beer to celebrate your engagement. At least that’s the excuse they used when Jimin asked Jungkook to arrange a private booth for the group. Your little dysfunctional family has only strengthened over time, each one of you making it your mission to find somebody for Taehyung who’s constantly complaining to Jungkook about how lonely he is.

“There’s a cute little red head over there, why don’t you buy her a drink?” You playfully kick Taehyung, he flinches slightly when your mostly bare foot grazes his leg.

“Not really my type.” He shrugs, eyeing the girl in question from a distance.

“Oh come on! You’re always moaning about being the only single friend…do something about it!” You kick him again, you’re definitely drunk, but not drunk enough to hide your surprise when he grips your stiletto clad foot and stops you from pulling it away.

“If you put this foot near me one more time I’m gonna put it in my mouth.” He warns you with raised brows, his feline eyes are wide when his fingernails dig into your skin, “Don’t think I won’t cause I will.”

“You’re so weird.” You throw your head back in a snort, Jungkook’s grip tightens round your middle, “I never took you for a foot guy yknow, all this time I’ve been checking out girls for you I’ve been looking at their asses…I’ll look at their toes next time.”

“Don’t encourage it baby he will really put it in his mouth.” Jungkook’s chest vibrates with laughter, Jimin and Yoongi look borderline mortified from across the table, “He loves that shit.”

“You can’t do that Tae, not right in front of her boyfriend.” Yoong’s concerned features warp to a fit of giggles, downing the rest of his beer.

“Fiancé.” You correct him with a pointed finger which earns you an eyeroll.

“I’m sorry how could I forget?” Yoongi displays a familiar gummy smile, “Wait, are you engaged Y/N? You should’ve said!”

“Now now children, let’s get some shots in!” Jimin claps excitedly, calling over a nearby shot girl, “Two each please! Any flavours.”

“Cash or credit--, oh hello Mr Jeon I didn’t see you there. What are you celebrating tonight?” She asks while Jimin steals every shot from her tray, messily sliding them onto the table.

“Ask Y/N she’ll tell you.” Yoongi winks, you’re about to tell her that you’re engaged when Tae’s thumb starts tracing small patterns on the inside of your foot, winning you to jump. Your knee hits the table with a bang and you hiss in pain.

“We’re engaged.” Jungkook states calmly, furrowing his brows when you grab your soon to be bruised knee, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” You turn, melting a little when the CEO’s lips meet your cheek in a small kiss.

“Ah well congratulations! Do you want me to bring over some champagne?” The nameless shot girl asks semi flirtatiously, but you’re too drunk to fully notice.

“Yes we do.” Jimin intercepts, he’s already done at least three shots by himself but the night is still young. He plans to get absolutely wasted, and he’s well on his way to completing that mission already.

You’re looking at Taehyung with eyes that scream dude what the fuck when he smirks, chuckling into his beer bottle, “Sorry I couldn’t help myself, you have very pretty feet.”

“Not while I’m here guys,” Jungkook jokingly slaps your thigh and shoves his best friend’s shoulder, “At least have your strange little foot affair in private please, you can do whatever you want to her feet when I’m not around.”

“He wishes, I’ll wear socks around you from now on Tae.” You fold over with laughter when Taehyung pretends to cry, clutching his chest with feigned heartbreak.

The champagne soon arrives at your table, of course Jimin is quick to open it with a loud pop and pour each of you a glass. He’s smiling at you, a warm, sentimental smile that holds thousands of memories and shared secrets between you both. Every person around this table holds a special place in your heart, one way or another they’ve supported you and been there for you in a time of need.

From Yoongi: who kept his eyes on the road during yours and Jungkook’s first ever night together even when the sounds coming from the backseat of his car were more than distracting. Taehyung: Who gave you legal advice when you desperately needed it, he proved to you he’s a great guy and an even greater friend the night you’d bumped into him in the supermarket and he defended your honour when somebody recognised you from the infamous sex tape. Jimin: Your best friend of almost sixteen years, who let you sleep beside him when you were too heartbroken to be alone during both breakups you’d had. He’s the first person you tell anything to because of how amazingly understanding and honest he is, you love him so much. To Jungkook: The billionaire who stole your heart with a stupid contract, who loved you from day one despite the fact he didn’t want to admit it to himself. Even when you were too broke to cut the labels off your dress because you had every intention of returning it to get your money back. He’s the love of you life, and your life with him has only just begun.

“To the future Mr and Mrs Jeon!” Jimin toasts with a wink sent your direction.

“No-, no…” You dramatically stop everybody from clinking their glasses together and stand from Kook’s thighs, much to his disappointment, “To you guys… I love you all so much.”

“Fine,” Jimin rolls his eyes and stands with you, followed by the three other men who also lift from their seats holding their glasses. “We love you too Y/N, and can’t wait to see what happens in your future.”

“To the future!” Taehyung wraps an arm round Jungkook’s shoulders, shaking him slightly.

“To the future.” Yoongi repeats, nudging Jimin with his elbow.

“To the future.” Jungkook’s voice is so quiet it’s barely audible, his eyes trained to your proud profile.

Your smile is bright enough to light up the entire club. You’ve got a wedding to plan, a business to run and a nephew to be loved and adored, exciting things are coming.

“To the future.”

x

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→ Summary: Namjoon made the decision early on in his training that he would abstain from dating or entering any form of relationship while in active duty. He’s determined not to burden anyone with the likelihood of being to be notified of his death or causing pain to someone he loves by his long absence. Ironically, he found himself drawn to you, a doctor who challenges his beliefs and contradicts everything he upholds.

↠ knj x f.reader | 18+ | status: on-going ↠ total words: to be updated once complete ↠ genre: military au, doctor au, s2l, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, romance, descendants of the sun au

→ Warnings: Read at your own risk! war, ptsd, violence, injury, death, murder, bombs, guns, knives, use of other weapons, (smut + additional warnings will be noted in each chapter)

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Captain Yoo Shijin - Big Boss, Alpha Team

Seo Daeyoung - Wolf, Alpha Team

Kim Namjoon - Wildcat, Puppy Pack Trainee

Jung Hoseok - Bambi, Puppy Pack Trainee

Lee Jihoon - White Knight, Puppy Pack Trainee

Dr. Moyeon Kang - Big Boss’s wife

Dr. Y/N Song - 1st year intern

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☁ Chapter 2 - coming soon

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living with bangtan part 3

slow burn, fluff, smut, f2l, s2l, e2l, bts x reader, maybe you can help me decide the main love interest ;)

It's a slow start to the morning, which turns into a fast paced one very quickly. You wake up early, so you eat breakfast in the kitchen alone, watching the sun come up. You savour the quiet and lack of chaos that is the boys. Today was the road trip to the beach.

What started as a peaceful morning became rushed, you accidentally fall back to sleep after your shower, only to be awoken in your towel by a sharp knock on the door from one of the boys. "I've already called shotgun so don't try it!" You hear Taehyung skip away from the door.

Finally, everyone piles into the mini van Jin hired for the trip. You bag a window seat in the middle row, and Jungkook squeezes in beside you. He tries his hardest not to interfere with your space, placing himself just so, his knee barely so much as knocking yours.

"Alright dickheads I'm in charge of the snacks, don't get greedy." Yoongi slides in on the end.

"But you always fall asleep, give them to someone else." Jin plugs himself in and turns on the engine.

"Tough, it'll make you more self disciplined."

"You sound like my mother." You groan, and Jungkook chuckles.

Taehyung jumps in the passenger. He turns around to you. "When do I get to meet your mother?"

You narrow your eyes at your best friend. "Why?"

"I just so happened to come across her facebook page-"

"Stay away from my mother Taehyung!" You lean across Jungkook, feigning a slap.

"Is she pretty?" Jungkook tries to make eye contact with Taehyung.

"She's lovely." He smiles an innocent smile and you cover your face.

As the journey starts, Jungkook puts on his headphones. Taehyung controls the music whilst making conversation with you for most of the ride.

"Hey Jin-Hyung go easy on the potholes we're dying back here." Jimin whines from the back row. You turn around and he gives you a playfully terrified expression. You giggle.

"Sorry." Jin calls back to him. "We're basically here."

You nudge Jungkook who had fallen asleep as soon as he started listening to music, so he can see the ocean come into view. At first he screws up his features, annoyed to be awoken, but then he takes in the view and smiles. "We're here." He leans forward. "We're here, right?"

"Yes, Jungkook. We're here." Jin sighs. "I thought if I heard 'are we there yet' from Y/N one more time I was going to crash the car."

"Thank you for keeping us alive." You pat him on the shoulder.

As you step out of the car, the smell of the sea invigorates you, the wind blasting your hair back. You squeal excitedly. "Do you know how long it's been since I went to the beach?!"

"A long ass time?" Jungkook chuckles, stepping out behind you.

"Do you think there are amusements here?" You turn to him and almost melts at your expression before realising what you just said.

"You mean like arcades?" He lights up. "Fuck yeah I hope so."

"Wow, there's two of them." Taehyung mumbles.

--

You, Jimin, Hobi and Taehyung have a hilarious time challenging each other to sprint races along the shore, the waves lapping at your feet. You almost die laughing as Taehyung takes a tumble into the water. That is until Jungkook joins the races and it all gets old very quickly.

"Man, and I thought it was bad losing to Y/N at Mario Kart." Jin tuts from the blanket. "It's even worse watching this train wreck."

"Yeah, fuck off Jungkook." You collapse on the sand as Jimin tackles Jungkook onto the towels.

"Watch out!" Namjoon growls, moving his book out of the way just in time. The two of you hadn't actually spoken one on one since the kiss, but it wasn't awkward, in fact you were glad that neither one of you had brought it up.

"What are you reading?" You edge closer, breaking the ice.

He glances up at you carefully, then realises you're not about to make fun of him. "It's a book I'm planning to recommend to the class on Monday. I know, I know, working on a trip."

"I mean, yeah it's good to get ahead, but you should relax, Joon. You're acing the professor stuff."

"I just, can't look like an idiot up there. I'm pretty good at most of it, and staying calm through all of it. But it feels like if I slack off for a day or two, it'll all come crumbling down."

"It's not healthy to be like that." You touch his arm. "I mean it Joon, you're one of the best professors this college has ever seen. And you're not even full time yet!" He hides a smile as you continue. "Relax, please. You deserve it."

He meets your eyes then, and you almost cower. He hasn't looked you dead in the eyes since your kiss, and it's like the two of you are both brought back to that moment right there and then. His gaze drops to your lips and you think he might do it again, right here in front of everyone, but he snaps his head to watch Jungkook and Jimin wrestle over a packet of crisps.

You follow his gaze to watch Jungkook smack Jimin on the head with the chips, causing you to burst out laughing. Jungkook catches your eye and grins.

"Hey, Jin." You turn around looking for him, he's sitting up now, dusting sand off his shoes. "Let's go find a giant Mario Kart machine so I can beat you again."

"Oh, you're on." Jin moves to get up. "I'm done with the sand anyway."

"You're both on!" Jungkook sprints to the end of the beach, towards the shops.

"Look what you've done." Hobi rolls his eyes, tipping his neck back to drink some water. He's sweaty from running, and it beads down his neck. When he catches you watching, he smirks. "You like me or something?"

"I like that water you're drinking." You snatch it, blushing. "It's so hot." You tip the water back, letting a lot of it dribble down your throat, and onto your thin top, cooling you off. When you finish and stop to wipe yourself, you notice Hobi staring right back.

"What?" You smirk. "You like me or something?"

"Let's go, Y/N." Jin holds out a hand and you take it, leaving a gobsmacked Hobi to sit on the sand.

--

The sky turned pink as the eight of you headed back to the car after a tiring by fun day.

"Hey." You felt your back collide with something soft. You turned to see Yoongi stood there, a black and pink plushy in his hand.

You gasped. "How did you-"

"I saw you looking at it. Here." He passes you the cute teddy you saw in the claw machine and thought would look perfect on your bed.

"But, how? These games are like, scams?"

"I'm just that good."

"Thank you, are you sure I can keep it?"

"Yeah. It's not really my style." He shrugs.

You look down at the toy, it's little playful smirk and vampire teeth. If Yoongi were to ever be a teddy, it would be this one.

As you jumped into the car, Namjoon sidled up to Yoongi. "So how much did you pay the teenager working at the arcade to open the machine up?"

"Not much. These kids will take anything. It's sad really." He smirks.

Namjoon smiles softly, watching you show off your plush to Taehyung.

"So, winner of the most games gets shotgun the way back right?" Jungkook jumps into the passenger seat, causing the others to groan. Joon takes the opportunity and slides into the seat next to you.

Jin rubs his face tiredly. "Okay kids, next stop, home."

"Earbud?"

You turn to see a cozy looking Joon, almost being swallowed by his hoodie, holding one of his earphones out to you.

"Sure." You smile, leaning closer to him. A relaxing R&B song fills your left ear drum, and soon enough you're lulled to sleep by the warmth of his body and cologne.

"Y/N." A deep voice wakes you. "We're back now."

You wake up, your head resting on Joons shoulder, the earbud long forgotten.

"Oh, thank you."

"For what?" He chuckles, helping you out of the car.

"Um...I'm not sure."

For waking you, letting you use his earbud, his shoulder, for making you feel comfortable despite the last few days, and for smiling that same smile he's always held for you, at you now.

The boys are already dragging themselves to the elevator, slapping Jin on the back as they go.

"Who's up for fried chicken?" You beam, earning a chorus of strangely melodious cheers.

--

jimin :): are u coming out tonight? <3

You stare at the text on your phone, contemplating. It was a Thursday afternoon, and you had a 10am class the next day. With anyone else you'd have answered a simple yes or no, stating the time you wished to stay out for. But there was a strange buzz in the air, something brewing in the pit of your stomach.

It had been a while since there had been a crazy night out, and you had a feeling tonight was long overdue.

you: what's the plan again? x

jimin :): crazy new club in central, i think all of us are going

you: crazy??

jimin :): dress up babe :P

Soon enough you're squashed in the back of an uber, the ribbed tight dress you chose hugging your curves. Jimin spreads his legs and grins at you. He looks insanely good in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.

"You know it's pitch black outside right?" You laugh.

He giggles as Hobi holds a phone out to the two of you. "Say Cheeeeeese."

Jimin throws up a peace sign, leaning in to you. You get a waft of his aftershave, and press your cheek to his.

When you get to the club, Jimin leans forward to thank the uber driver personally, even though you tell him he doesn't need to, he always does.

You step out, balancing your in heels on the curb. You swish your hair around, looking for the other uber that the others followed you in. The boys are right behind you, piling out. Jin is standing on the sidewalk, staring at you.

He's using his hands vigorously as part of a conversation with Jungkook, all the while, keeping his eyes locked on you.

And you keep your eyes on him too.

He looks like a model tonight, black shirt with too many buttons undone, something about him sparkles. You walk straight over to him.

"Are you wearing glitter?"

He winks. "That's just me."

You walk into the club, blue lighting surrounds you, the bar is decked out in neon, like a beacon of hope to get wasted. In expecting the prices to be extreme, you had all pre-drinked at the apartment just to be safe.

"Want to dance?" Jungkook pushes his long hair back, also decked in black, he looks too good. The heat from his body already making you sweat. The kid was a human radiator.

"Let's do it." You let him guide you on to the dance floor. The two of you start jumping to the beat, before the song quickly changes and you turn your back against his front.

"What are you doing?" He huffs.

"Dancing." You grab his hands, placing them on your hips.

You feel his knuckles tighten and he pulls your ass against him. You're not sure what comes over you, probably the shots you did in the kitchen, but you're shaking your ass over his crotch, feeling his jeans tighten with every movement.

Suddenly, he pushes you off. "Careful."

"Why?" You spin, pulling him in. "It's fun-"

"It wont be when I pop a boner on the dance floor." He glances behind you and you follow his gaze to find Hobi, a secret laugh on his lips and two glasses in his hands.

"First rounds on me." He shouts over the music, handing the drinks to you and Jungkook. "Am I interrupting?"

"No." Jungkook blurts.

You roll your eyes and push past them, heading for a seat at the bar. You slam your drink down on the surface, trying to control the feelings inside you. Jeez, when was the last time you got laid?

You close your eyes, massaging your scalp for a few minutes, before you're finishing your drink quickly.

"Woah there, you're meant to savour it." Hobi comes up behind you on the stool. "That cost me way too much."

"I was getting hot out there." You slip off the stool.

"Yeah, I can tell." He grins, shaking his head. "I'm loving the dress by the way."

"Thanks. I'm good now though. Let's dance." You pull Hobi back to the dance floor as a fast paced drum and bass starts. You can't count how many people you accidentally hit with your hair, but then you're spinning and spinning, the colours and lights blurring into one orb.

"Go Y/N!" Jimin laughs his pretty laugh, pulling out his camera and snapping shots of you.

"You okay Y/N?" Hobi grabs you.

"Never better!" You grab him and jump.

Really you were, not a care in the world in that moment, with them. You spin again, knocking into Jungkook. He laughs.

"I'm sorry about earlier!" You shout into his face.

"Don't worry about it." He smirks, pulling you closer. "I'm sorry for getting weird. How about a redo?"

You grin and let him run his hands over you as dance to a new song. You face him this time, running your hands through his hair. "Your hair is getting so long!"

"I know." He winces. "Should I cut it?"

"No!" You growl almost animalistic-ally. "I love it." You mewl.

"Yeah?" He huffs, his hands sliding upwards. "You love it?"

"Yeah."

You're not sure when the two of you got so close, or who leaned in first, but suddenly you're kissing Jungkook. His lips are warm and wet from his incessant licking of them while you were talking. You feel him smile into your mouth and soon the two of you are giggling like a couple of experimental besties.

Suddenly rough hands separate the two of you, Yoongi, who hadn't spoken to you all night, pushing Jungkook off into a quiet end of the club.

"Yoongi what the fuck are you doing?" You grab his bicep but his posture stays locked in position to shield Jungkook from you.

"What are you doing, Jungkook? This is a bad idea and you know it."

"We were just having fun!" Jungkook looks bewildered. "Hyung, you can't be serious-"

"What's the problem?" Jin appears.

Yoongi turns to him, avoiding your gaze. "This kid just-"

"I saw what happened on the dance floor." Jin. states calmly, hands in his pockets. "What's your problem?"

"She's drunk!" Yoongi cries.

"No I'm not!" You exclaim.

"They're both the same level of tipsy." Jin tells him. "You're just seeing what you want to see."

"I'm trying to stop him from making a stupid mistake." Yoongi argues.

"So which is it Yoongi?" You force him to face you. "I'm drunk or I'm a stupid mistake?"

"That's not what I-"

"The fact is, she's neither." Jin cuts him off, instantly silencing the 3 of you. You're about to beam and thank him for standing up for you when he adds on-

"If Y/N wants to make that kind of choice, she's just as responsible." He turns and gives you a dark look, his eyes penetrating the safe wall he had built himself, shielding you from the social anxiety of being judged by nearly everyone. Now he's shot through the barrier with just one stare.

You're confused, your heart pounding so fast from the adrenaline and everything else. Jungkook looks guilty, Yoongi won't even look at you, and Jin is already turning away, bored, with a hint of something else in his expression.

It hurts.

"Whaa is going on?" A drunk Namjoon barges into the awkward circle. "You guys are really sucking the good vibes out of the whole club." He slurs, swinging his nearly full glass.

Jungkook looks up. "Joon, careful."

"Why?" He throws his body from side to side dramatically, whatever liquid was in that glass now covering your neck, chest and lower half of your hair. It instantly soaks your dress and you wonder how one drink can spread so much. How did this night go downhill so fast?

You gasp.

"Oh no, Y/N. I'm so sorry!" Joon's eyes widen as the moment seems to sober him briefly. "I-I didn't see you-" He looks utterly devastated.

You feel worse.

"I'm going home. I...don't feel like I should be here anymore."

Before anyone can say anything, you turn swiftly on your heels and make a beeline for the door. The thumping bass is all you can hear until you push out of the double doors and past the startled bouncer. You hobble over to the a side road, pulling out your phone, thanking the heavens in that moment for instant cab services.

Two minutes. You thank your lucky stars again for Uber. You strain your eyes, gazing down the road, willing it to appear. You sniff and pretend you're not on the verge of crying.

One pair of footsteps comes up behind you. You don't have the energy to even defend yourself if it were a stranger. Luckily it wasn't.

"Someone had to go after you, and since this is pretty much my fault, it should be me.”

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END OF PART 3

who is it 0.o find out in the next part which will contain smut!

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[jvngkook97]

Fic about scrunchies and namjoon? What do you say?

Lavender Haze

synopsis; in which your love life is defined by events of the use of scrunchies — or rather, a specific one.

pairing; boyfriend!namjoon x girlfriend!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, slice of life, s2l

warnings; cursing, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, mentions of throwing up, implied smut but nothing explicit, YALL this one got me in my feels cause they love each other so much 🥹😮‍💨

rating; 18+

w/c; 2,307

a/n; who would’ve thought scrunchies and Namjoon would be so FREAKING ADORABLE. thank you anon for the exemplary suggestion of this scenario and allowing me to bring it into existence. you a real one ☝🏻 lol ok enjoy <3333

You could feel the bass of the music reverberate through your knees that were planted on the linoleum flooring in the bathroom. Your hands were secured around the rim of some random guys toilet, and you were puking your brains out.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t think anyone else was–“

You were so worried about making it to the toilet on time, you forgot to lock the door, thus incurring this embarrassing scenario. Least you knew the dude, considering he was in more than a few of your college classes — Kim Namjoon.

Namjoon hesitates to leave you by yourself, even moreso when you can’t even bother to acknowledge him due to all the sickness you’re still letting out. He grimaces, not out of disgust, but out of empathy. He hates throwing up in his own house, he can’t imagine what it’s like at someone else’s.

Before you can register what’s happening, his hands are combing through your hair, making sure that he gets every strand out of your face and out of the way of your stream of vomit. He notices a lavender colored scrunchie sitting on the counter, one he recognizes as belonging to the host of the party’s sister who was wearing it earlier in the night. Without much thought, he easily grabs it and kneels down next to your shaky form, holding your hair back and utilizing the scrunchie to tie it loosely.

Once you’re finally done emptying the contents of your stomach, he tears off a few pieces of toilet paper to gently wipe off the sick from your mouth before throwing it in the toilet. You smile over your shoulder at him in quiet thanks, and he swears for a moment the world stopped. Helping you sit up, he flushes the toilet and sits back against the bathtub, parting his long legs to allow you to easily slot between them and lean back against him for a moment of rest that you sink into gratefully.

“Thank you, Namjoon.” Your voice is raspy, barely a whisper, throat thoroughly fucked up from the amount of acid that just went through it in a short amount of time.

Your eyes fight to stay open, his fingers lightly drawing circles on your arm that he does unknowingly, to distract himself – but the action only causes you to drift into slumberland. Something, he only notices, when he begins to hear the subtle snores coming from you.

He chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head and letting his head fall back to stare up at the white ceiling of the bathroom. You curl up into him sideways and he can’t help the smile that cracks on the edge of his lips as he stares at your now peaceful face.

You were going to be a handful, and he didn’t mind one bit.

“You’re welcome, y/n.” He whispers into your hair, moments later, laying his head sideways on top of yours.

That was the beginning of your relationship.

…

“I thought you said the weather was supposed to be nice and cool, Joon!” You whined childishly, trying and failing to break away from his arms as he pulled you back into his sweaty chest, once again.

You fake gag at him, and he pouts at you cutely, bottom lip jutting out to add to his unnerving ability to make you somehow swoon no matter what he does — or how bad he sweats.

Your long hair sticks to your now semi-bare back, thankful that you always try to wear a basic camisole underneath your clothes just incase something like this happens. You clump your hair up with one hand and hold it to the side in an attempt to fan your back, though the humidity of the day doesn’t help you at all.

“I didn’t put into consideration that the humidity would make you gain a cold sweat so easily. I’m sorry, baby.”

Namjoon shares the same sentiment when it comes to fashion, being sure to wear a white tank top underneath his clothes, joining you in the bearing of skin that wasn’t planned.

The only difference being that unlike you, he didn’t mind it, especially when it gives him a better view of your flawless figure that he usually only sees at home at night, or during the summertime.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

You continue walking ahead, oblivious to both the words that just slipped out of your mouth for the first time, and unaware of the effect it had on your boyfriend of 10 months who immediately stopped in his tracks when the words hit his ears.

After a few seconds of rambling to yourself, you stop and finally realize that you’ve been talking to yourself, angling your body towards him with one hand on your jutted out hip and the other still holding your hair up, a look of pure confusion on your face as you see the guffawed look on Joon’s.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

His eyes narrow, searching your doe eyes for something that you’re not sure of and he wonders if you truly have no idea exactly what you just said to him. His heart is still beating fast as he nervously asks you a question.

“What did you just say?”

“What do you mean?”

He steps towards you, a few steps immediately planting himself back in front of you due to his long legs. His hands fidget anxiously, and you can’t tell if the sweat on his forehead is from the weather or his nerves. Your brows pinch in worry.

“Joonie, you’re freaking me out. What did I say?”

Instead of answering, he digs into the fanny pack he’s wearing and walks behind you. Swatting your hand away from your hair, he replaces it with his. Scrunchie in mouth, the same lavender one he’s kept on him since that night, the tip of his teeth keeping it from falling onto the ground, he once again combs his fingers through your hair, tying it up for you with ease.

You have to hum in approval when you take a look at how your hair looks through the camera on your phone. With both of his hands now on your shoulders, you see him towering over your short stature. Still looking at him through the camera he taps your chin lightly with his fingertip, a silent way of him telling you to look up at him so he can kiss you.

Standing on your tip toes, you lean up to meet him halfway as he bends down. As he does, he makes sure to adjust you in a way that he can reach your phone and switch it to video, pressing the big, red button before he’s looking back down at your closed eyes, and he smiles, thinking back to the night he first met you.

He whispers the three words on your lips before capturing your gasp of shock both with his lips and through the video that’s now forever saved on your phone.

“I love you too.”

…

The smell of your favorite breakfast wakes you up, along with the soft kiss that you feel on your forehead.

“Wakey, wakey. Eggs and bakey!”

You chuckle groggily, rubbing your eyes as you slowly sit up in your shared bed. Once the sleep leaves them enough, you’re able to see the full buffet he so graciously slaved over for you.

Eggs. Bacon. Avocado toast. Tea.

A true breakfast of champions.

You reach for the fork, then pause. You cast Namjoon a side glance, now that he’s sitting beside you on the bed.

“What?”

“What day is it?”

“Monday?”

“Shit! The kids—,”

Namjoon grabs your arm, gently pulling you back down onto the bed. He gives a feigned look of disappointment, in which you just stare hard at.

“Your lack of faith in me is disturbing, baby. The kids are at school, I took them myself.”

Slowly, you let your body relax back into the bed. Hesitantly, you grab your avocado toast and gingerly take a bite, ears straining to here any semblance of yours kids actually being home and not at school like he said.

He sees you wary, and rolls his eyes, digging his phone out of his pocket to bring up the ‘find my iPhone’ app that shows your kids location.

What? You’re a protective mama bear.

You grab his phone from his hand and bring it closer to your face for further inspection and clarification.

“You wound me, y/n!”

His mouth opens to further dig the metaphorical knife into your already guilty heart, when you decide to shove the rest of your toast into his mouth in retaliation, kissing his scruffy cheek for good measure.

He chews loudly, swallowing the delicious toast before his eyes widen when he sees your hair beginning to cascade over your shoulders and into your freshly brewed cup of tea.

“Baby, wait!”

“What?!”

You freeze, hands up in the air in defense.

He reaches behind him to scurry through his side table drawer, pushing away unmentionables to find exactly what he was looking for — the scrunchie.

Your face softens considerably when you see him showing you it in triumph, then scoots himself as best as he can behind you to comb his fingers through your hair once, twice, three times.

“Joonie, as much as I love you playing with my hair, you’re going to make me fall asleep again.”

He chuckles warmly, placing your hair into a messy bun, your new hairdo of choice now that you’ve become a mom of two.

“What’s so wrong about that?”

“Well—,” you start, tone mischievous, eyes innocent, as you carefully take the tray of food off your bed and set it on the floor next to the bed. Next, you crawl over to him, swinging your leg across his lap and sitting down, wrapping your arms around his neck. His brow raises in question, but the smirk on his face let’s you know he knows what you wanna do.

Or rather, who.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?” You lean your forehead against his, staring into his eyes lovingly.

He shrugs indifferently.

“Not nearly as much as I tell you.”

You place a hand over your heart, imitating being wounded. He just laughs at your theatrics, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips that sends goosebumps on your skin, and a shiver down your spine at the anticipation of them being elsewhere on your body.

Your lips graze over his lightly, fingers trailing down his bare chest ever so slowly until they reach the waistband of his loungers. His breath gets caught in his throat, a low groan rumbling in his chest as your fingers dig underneath to cup his gradually hardening member with expert hand.

The whimper that slips past his lips, to only get captured by yours sends shockwaves through your body, causing you to press your lips together fully that he reciprocates in earnest. Then, just when the pleasure is on the verge of becoming to much—

You stop.

He throws his head back against the headboard in mild annoyance, watching you get up off the bed only to stand in front of it. The sashay of your hips let’s him know you’re not done with him yet, especially when you grab the lavender scrunchie to let loose your hair, it coming down to lay over your now bare chest as you motion at him with a ‘come hither’.

You don’t have to tell him twice.

Squealing, you run into the bathroom, him shedding his clothes and running after you as you cackle loudly (and cutely if you ask him).

With the shower session now being over, you to bask in the afterglow of your shared bathroom that now feels like a sauna. Sitting in the same position on the floor against the bathtub like when he first met you all those years ago on that one faithful night at a random college house party.

Your eyes crack open when his chest rises and falls, causing your head to bob at his actions. You playfully smack his chest for ruining the moment, but it just makes him laugh harder.

“What’s so funny, love?”

He kisses you on the nose with a grin, eyes sparkling with nothing but love and warmth that you never get tired of seeing. You’re positive that your eyes reflect the same back.

“Did you know—,” he starts off, fingers lightly threading through your hair as he speaks, voice light and wispy, as he flashes back in time. “I knew I was going to love you that night?”

You snort in bewilderment.

“Was it my exceedingly good poise of throwing up in a toilet that did it?”

“No, it was this.”

He reaches up with his arm to grab the one constant since the beginning of your relationship.

The lavender scrunchie.

You tilt your head back against his chest, looking up at him in confusion.

“Baby, that wasn’t even mine to begin with. It was Heather’s.”

“I know, silly. It’s not so much the scrunchie, but all the memories behind it. You know? We had all of our firsts with you wearing it, if you remember.”

“Oh, I remember.” You kiss his fingers as you take the scrunchie into your own hand, letting it dangle on your own fingers as you both reminisce. He carefully takes it back, and you lean forward already knowing what he’s about to do.

Swiftly, expertly, routinely, he combs his fingers through your hair to then tie it up. Your baby hairs stick out at all angles as you look over your shoulder at him and give him a dazzling smile, just like all those years ago.

And he swears, he falls in love with you all over again.

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[hobeemin]

brush strokes 🎙️ teaser

🎙️ genre: drama, angst, romance, smut, s2l, idol au

🎙️ pairing(s): rapper!kim namjoon x model! (f) poc reader (nickname Winter); rapper!im changkyun x model! (f) poc reader

🎙️ rating: 18+

🎙️ teaser warning(s): kissing, nipple play, undressing, namjoon is well...he’s being a fuck boi but sweet atm, some insecurity, one night stand

🎙️ word count: 597

🎙️ synopsis: winter knows what she wants in life: a solid model career, great friends, and travel. who knew meeting namjoon, 1/3 of a mega rap group would put her into a whirlwind of emotions...good and bad. no catches feelings after a one night stand...right?

🎙️credits: a HUGE shoutout to @kth1 for this banner!!! thank you maggie!! I'm finally releasing this fic lol also @playmetheclassics​ indigo you’re the best! thank you for your suggestions as i panic through this fic lol

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His hands gently ran up and down her back until they rested above her backside. After a few moments, he pulled away to take a few breaths. He rested his forehead against hers, kissing the tip of her nose softly. "You're beautiful; you know that," he said breathlessly.

His fingers played with the hem of her crop top, giving her a look to see if she would approve. Namjoon wouldn't go any further than the kiss if Y/N stopped it together. He cupped her chin, leaving light kisses on her jaw, chin, and neck.

"Would you like to keep going? Just say the word. I'll back off if you want me to."

It seemed that Namjoon was enjoying himself, and to be honest, Y/N was as well. She’d never done anything like this before. Perhaps she should feel guilty, but for now, she wanted to focus on the desire coursing through her body.

"Thank you," she murmured shyly at his compliment. Beautiful. It wasn't a word often used to describe her. Pretty, hot, and sexy–she heard that often. But the word beautiful had never been used even if she was in the fashion industry.

She felt his fingers lightly tugging at the waistband of her skirt and his lips trailing lower. He was giving her a choice, not forcing her into anything.

"Let's continue," she answered breathily.

When Y/N permitted him to continue and raised her arms, Namjoon was happy to go on. He pulled the top over her head, discarding it on the floor. He planted light kisses on her lips as he unbuttoned her skirt slowly, and it fell to the floor in a heap. His heart rate picked up as he looked down at the lingerie she was wearing. He bit his lip and glanced back into her eyes. Very enticing. His body trembled as he removed his shirt and put it on the floor beside her clothing. He stood up, took her in his arms, and carried her to the bed. 

Y/N welcomed his kisses as his lips began to caress her skin. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer, kissing him back gently. He lightly nibbled on her botton lip. She tilted her head up as Namjoon's lips touched her neck. Many people were sensitive in that area, and Y/N was no exception. 

"I want you to ravish me tonight."

Namjoon growled softly in his throat as Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer to her. His cock was at attention as it rubbed against her lower lips through the material. Between the moans and the fabric of her underwear rubbing on him, his arousal was at an all-time high. His jaw clenched as she unhooked her bra, throwing it somewhere on the floor. With a slight smirk, he bent down, kissing around one of her nipples. His other hand molded the other soft but firm orb. He squeezed it as she moaned louder. He took the nipple in his mouth, suckling it gently while his fingers rolled and pinched the other free one.

He pulled away, giving her a grin. The pout on her lips made him grow even harder as he nibbled on her bottom lip. "That won't be a problem," he murmured. His fingers moved from her nipple and down her body. 

They were entering dangerous territory. 

Was this so wrong?

Yes, they knew what the night would lead to, but they didn’t care. 

One-night stands weren’t problematic. Nothing complicated could lead to this.

Right?

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[jjungkookislife]

The Matchmaker

ღ pairing: matchmaker!namjoon x f. reader

ღ genre: S2L, slight angst, fluff, {18+}

ღ summary: Kim Namjoon had a high success rate when it came to finding his client's perfect match, however, that all goes down the drain when he meets you.

ღ wc:19.2k

ღ warnings: ex!jin, best friend!yoongi, match!tae (drug dealer!tae), match!jimin (bookstore owner), match!hoseok, cursing, alcohol use/mention, mention of weed and allusions to (harder) drugs, discussions of bdsm, sex, contraception, Jimin is rude to the waiter 💔, ex high school bf!Yoongi turned BFF, mention of past anxiety and self-doubt regarding Namjoon’s matchmaking, oc’s mother means well but she’s nosy and pushes marriage, jealousy, allusions to depression, slightly overprotective!yoongi

ღ date: September 12, 2021

Everything had fallen into place for you; your career, your relationship with your family and friends, and your dream home but there was one thing you didn't have that you desired. Someone to share it with. You had been single for two years, your last relationship with your ex-boyfriend, Jin. Unfortunately, the breakup had been awful, but now you were ready to get back out there and settle down.

Friday night is for you to go out and see your family and friends, but tonight, you find yourself sitting on your couch in front of your TV while on the phone with your mother.

“All I’m saying is that your aunt called this matchmaker and now your cousin is married,” your mom states with an air of cockiness as you roll your eyes.

“I don’t think a matchmaker is going to help, mom. Besides, I go out plenty,” you sigh as you adjust the volume on the TV.

“I just don’t want you to be lonely anymore. As your mother, I worry about you…”

“Mom…”

“Let me give you his number,” your mom says as you hear her rustle around before saying ‘aha’ and asking if you’re listening. She rattles off the number, which you feign to write down before making up an excuse to end the call.

“I gotta get a date,” you grumble as you decide to go to bed early.

The next morning, you find a text from an unknown number waiting for you.

[Unknown]: Good morning, is this Y/n?

[You]: who is this?

[Unknown]: Kim Namjoon, your mother called me this morning requesting my services

Before you can reply, your phone is ringing and you’re groaning as you curse before answering, “hello?”

“Good morning! This is Namjoon, your mother requested my services.”

“I’m sorry to have wasted your time but I’m not interested, Mr. Kim.”

“I see, well, if you change your mind, let me know,” Namjoon wishes you a good day before hanging up. You shake your head before getting out of bed to get your day started.

“Your mom did what?” Yoongi chuckles as he falls back onto your bed, you shove him playfully as he continues to laugh, his beautiful smile on display.

“Yoongi!” you huff, as tears run down his cheeks.

“Let me know when you’re done.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he apologizes in between bouts of laughter as he sits up, clutching his stomach as you scowl at him.

You show him the texts, quickly relaying the conversation you had with your mother the previous night and your phone call with Namjoon this morning.

“Maybe it’s not a bad thing,” Yoongi’s tone is wary as you worry your lip between your teeth.

“Yoongi, are you serious?” your exasperated tone has him shrugging before sitting up.

“All I’m saying is that maybe you should consider it. Aren’t you ready to get back out there? I’m sure a matchmaker would be better than joining a dating site and sorting through guys who only want to hook up. You want something more serious, don’t you?”

You remain silent, knowing your best friend is right. You had confided in him that you were wanting a relationship again, something serious, something real. You didn’t want to join another dating site where you got dick pics before even a hello, you didn’t want a guy to take you out on a date, then feel entitled to your body. No, you definitely didn’t want any of that at all. Plus, your cousin was married; happily married and had been for the past three years. Maybe your mom was onto something by calling Namjoon? Maybe you could give him a chance and find the perfect match for you?

You look over at Yoongi, a hesitant smile on your lips. “Do you think I should?”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate at all, your phone still in his hands as he hits call on Namjoon’s number, the line ringing as he hands it to you, “do it.”

The following Saturday, you find yourself anxiously waiting for Namjoon at a café near your home. You’re not sure what to expect but you hope you’re making the right decision as he walks in dressed in a navy blue suit with a black tie and black-rimmed glasses. He smiles warmly at you, his dimples becoming prominent as you rise from your seat and extend your hand out for him to shake. He does so, greeting you as he takes a seat and releases your hand. You take note of the expensive-looking watch sitting on his wrist as he pulls out a pen from his suit pocket, clicking it as he opens a small black binder and jots something down. You try to peer at it but a side-eyed look from him stops you, embarrassed at being caught.

“Interesting,” he murmurs as he jots something else down before shutting the binder and setting it on the table. The waitress comes over and the two of you order quickly before you’re jittering in your seat. Why did this feel like a job interview?

“I see you were punctual,” Namjoon comments as he raises a brow at you. “Are you always punctual or did you do it today because you were meeting me?”

Namjoon awaits your answer, leaning back in his chair, his large hand undoing the button of his jacket as he grabs his binder to place on his lap open and ready for him to take more notes.

“I’m always punctual.” You answer honestly, swallowing thickly as you twiddle your thumbs in your lap. You wonder if he’s criticizing the sundress you’ve worn, wondering if you should have dressed more moderately despite the blazing heat.

“I can’t stand the thought of being late. For anything.”

“I see,” he hums as his pen moves across the paper effortlessly, his glasses sliding down the slope of his nose slightly. Namjoon blinks once, his dark eyes boring into your soul, a brow raised as he studies you in absolute silence. He takes in your appearance, writing down details that he deems important before he takes in your attire, his head quirked as he sees a tattoo near your shoulder.

You feel small under his penetrating gaze, your mouth drying up immediately as you wonder what he’s writing about you. You thought better than to try to catch a second glimpse, not wanting to be chastised.

After what seems like hours, but is only a few minutes, you can’t stand the heat of his gaze any longer. You try your best not to squirm in your seat but you finally lose the battle, “are you done?”

Namjoon doesn’t say a thing! He continues to write, filling the page and turning it before he finally looks up from his binder, “why are you looking for a partner?”

His direct question startled you slightly, his intense eyes locked you in place, forbidding you from looking away. You had rehearsed your answer several times in the past week—you had even had Yoongi be a placeholder for Namjoon— but all your previous prepping went down the drain as you sat in front of the brown-haired man.

“Well?” He prods after a few moments of silence, your hands growing clammy.

You decide, to be honest, everything you had rehearsed was long forgotten.

“I want a partner, someone I can share my life with. I want someone who will be my best friend and my lover, someone who will support me and cherish me and allow me to grow as a person with them. I want to build a strong foundation that will, later on, lead to marriage and eventually a family. I’m not looking for perfection, I’m looking for something authentic, something that will last a lifetime.”

Namjoon nods, silently taking more notes as you see your waitress arrive with your food. You thank her as she sets your meal down in front of you, Namjoon doesn’t look up from his notes. The waitress blushes, taking a long look at the man sitting across from you before she excused herself with a bashful smile and a giggle.

You take a long look at your matchmaker, noting how attractive he is. His dimples aren’t as prominent as his expression remains serious, unreadable. You notice his jawline, his neck, his plush lips that have you wondering what it's like to kiss him. You blanch at the thought, shaking your head as you wait for him to speak.

“What’s your career?”

“I’m a teacher,” you answer but Namjoon already knows everything he needs to know about you. He's simply checking your honesty levels; your background check sits in the pocket of his binder.

“Do you want your partner to be a teacher as well?”

“No, but I’d like for him to be employed,” Namjoon nods, looking at the list of questions. His eyes scan them before he asks the next one.

“What are your hobbies? Do you want to share the same hobbies as your potential partner or different ones to broaden your horizons?”

“I’d like to share some hobbies, have something in common to break the ice. I write poetry, I like to dance, and long walks in the park or the beach. I like arts and crafts, sewing, going to concerts, enjoying the nightlife, and traveling the world. I’ve done a lot on my own, I’m ready to do it with someone now, Mr. Kim.”

“Namjoon, call me Namjoon.”

“Namjoon,” you repeat, nodding as you lick your lips, tasting your watermelon Chapstick.

“What would your ideal partner be like?” Namjoon asks as he waits for you to swallow the mouthful of food you’ve taken. You chew slowly, thinking of the mental checklist you had made earlier on your way to the café.

“I’d like someone ambitious, goal-oriented, and hardworking. Someone smart and funny, who doesn’t take things too seriously but they can if the matter requires it, ya know? I’d like someone who likes to read, spend time outdoors, isn’t afraid to try new things but is not too much of a risk-taker. I want someone caring, who isn’t afraid to be vulnerable with me. I want to be able to open myself up to them and have them do the same in return. I’d like someone who can balance me out, dumb right?”

“Nothing you want is dumb, Y/n. It is my job to find a match for you, whether they are perfect or not is up to you. Do not be afraid to ask for exactly what you want. I am here to help you find them. Place your trust in me.”

“I can do that,” you assure him as you take a sip of your lemonade. “What makes you so qualified to be a matchmaker anyway?”

“Well, for one, I’m a certified marriage counselor and sex therapist. I’ve been doing this for well over five years and have a 98% success rate. Plus, your mother said your cousin is still very much happily married and is expecting soon. I keep up with all my clients and have several testimonies that I would be more than happy to show you.”

You remain silent, knowing he’s won this round but you refuse to admit it. He knows he’s won you over, a microscopic amount but that’s enough to draw you in and by the smirk tugging at his lips. Sighing, you give in, waving your hand for him to continue. Namjoon winks, smirking fully, ignoring the way you roll your eyes at him but he remains un-phased.

“What are the things you don’t want in a partner?” Namjoon continues down his list, asking in-depth questions about your career, family, accomplishments, your friends, your home, your exes, and it’s not until he brings up sex that you spit out your drink, spluttering everywhere.

Namjoon exhales heavily, wiping his binder with a napkin, “I guess I should have waited for you to swallow.”

Your eyes widen as you gape at him, he’s oblivious as he blots at his binder before he finally looks up. He quirks his head, bemused until he replays his last sentence.

His face immediately heats up, flushed with embarrassment as he tugs at his tie. Sweat beads on his brow as he clears his throat, “I sincerely apologize for that.”

You nod, too flustered to speak as you look away.

“I just need to know what you’re into,” Namjoon explains how your preferences help determine your matches. If you prefer vanilla only, he wouldn’t pair you with someone who was strictly into BDSM and vice versa.

“Is this really necessary?” You ask as you look around the restaurant, hoping nobody can hear your conversation.

“We can delve into this further at your house? I need to see how you live,” he shrugs as he pushes his glasses up. You sigh, giving in as you ask for the check.

Namjoon pays for your meal, despite him not eating much of his. You protest but he shushed you and took more notes before he went to his car to follow you home.

“This a nice house,” he comments the second he steps inside, walking around your living room as he sees a wall covered in picture frames beside a bookcase. You stand awkwardly behind the couch, allowing your matchmaker to write down every detail of everything he sees. He can tell you’re family-oriented, friends being second importance as he sees various pictures of you with them, some from high school prom it seems.

Namjoon takes notice of every book on your bookshelf, smiling when he sees your extensive collection of Funko Pops.

“The Addams Family?” Namjoon chuckles as he turns to face you.

“Three Wednesday Addams,” you nod with a small smile, proud of your collection as you open the drawers of your entertainment system to show him your DVD collection. Namjoon recognizes plenty of titles, taking notes before you show him your kitchen.

“Have a seat,” he instructs as he opens your cabinets, looking into its contents. He’s pleasantly surprised to see that your pots and pans are organized, your baking sheets as well. Your counters and stove are clean, your pantry is organized and labeled and your fridge is fully stocked with equal amounts of healthy food and indulgent food.

“Do you cook?”

“Yes, as often as possible,” you answer him.

“Would you like a partner who cooks?”

“It’s not a must-have but sure. I enjoy cooking, but my partner doesn’t have to. They must know how to feed themselves though,” Namjoon takes note as he leans on the counter facing you.

“So… sex.”

“Namjoon,” you whine.

“It has to be done for compatibility. Trust me, I don’t like asking either but better I ask now rather than later when you’re married and can’t orgasm,” you realize he had a point and answer his questions ruefully.

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“Namjoon!”

“If you can’t answer that, you’re not gonna like the rest of my questions,” he grins with a shake of his head.

You growl, “six months ago.”

“Have you been tested since? Any contraception?”

“Yes and yes.”

“All your answers are confidential, Y/n. Nobody but me will see these, so answer honestly,” Namjoon’s soft tone is reassuring as you try to answer honestly. You try not to get too flustered as all his questions become more and more obscene until he’s finally finished.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he chuckles as you lead him to your bedroom.

Namjoon takes note of your giant bed, the cleanliness of it, the framed pictures on the wall, and the band posters scattered around with ticket stubs to shows. He opens up your closet, noting how your wardrobe is organized by season, colors, and work clothes or clothes to go out on the town. He then moves on to your dresser, ignoring your protest as he opens the first drawer that holds your panties and bras.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he shrugs as he shuts it before moving to the next drawer. You watch on in silence as he explores your bedroom before going into your en-suite bathroom and having a look in there as well.

“Where’s your hamper?” Namjoon sees the pile of dirty clothes on the floor and looks at you with a raised brow.

“In the laundry room,” you answer sheepishly. Namjoon gives you a curt nod before he asks you to show him the rest of the house.

“Would your friend…” Namjoon trails off as he shuffles through a few sheets of paper. Scanning through the pages quickly before stopping, “Min Yoongi, be opposed to meeting with me for a chat? I’ve already met with your parents and I’d like to meet with your friends as well.”

“What for?” You ask, perplexed.

“I need to get more information about you.”

“You have information about me!”

“Yes but I need to hear from everyone who knows you. I’m a professional, Y/n. I gather information to give you a high chance of finding the right partner for you. I don’t do this to be nosy, I do this to produce stellar results. Everything that is discussed about you is 100% confidential, I promise.”

“Fine,” you relent, giving him Yoongi’s phone number as you walk him to the door.

“You’ll be hearing from me in a few days,” Namjoon waves as he walks down the driveway to his silver Hyundai. You watch him leave, your arms crossed over your chest as the light breeze ruffles your hair. What had you gotten yourself into?

True to his word, Namjoon calls you Wednesday evening to ask if you were free on Friday night to meet your first match.

You try to make up an excuse, any excuse, but your mother calls to remind you that she’s paying good money for Namjoon’s services, so you finally agree to meet your first match.

Namjoon texts you the details with a brief description of Taehyung, your first match. You forward the details to Yoongi, making sure your location is turned on as you get out of your car and stare up at the apartment building in front of you. You’re not entirely sure why you’re meeting here but you take in a deep breath and mutter, “you can do this” as you open the lobby door.

“Apartment 103,” you murmur as you pass by 101 and 102 before arriving at 103. You raise your fist to knock, hoping you’ve done it loud enough to be heard over the booming music coming from inside the apartment.

“Going,” they call back before the door opens and a pungent scent fills your nose, a cloud of smoke rising from the man you assume is Taehyung. He’s tall, his hair dark brown, shaggy with a slight curl, his large hand wrapped around the doorknob before he leans against the doorframe. He eyes you up and down, his dark eyes hazy as he raises a dark brow in question.

“Are you here to buy weed? You don’t look like the type who does more than that,” he chuckles as he checks you out once again, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip. You scowl, taking a step back, “You’re Taehyung?”

“Yeah, who sent you?”

“Nobody. I have to go,” you turn, practically running down the hall and out the lobby door before Taehyung can even blink. He stares after you, shaking his head at the loss of a sale before he goes back into his apartment.

“Come on, come on!” you grit your teeth, sitting in your car as you start it before connecting your phone to the Bluetooth on your stereo. The line trills a few more times before you’re sent to voicemail.

“Kim Namjoon! You better answer your phone this instant! What the ever-loving fuck?! You set me up with a drug dealer?! Is this part of your 98% success rate?! Call me the fuck back!”

You hang up, steaming with anger as you pull out of the parking spot to drive home. Halfway home, you receive a phone call that you quickly answer.

“Namjoon! How dare you? You set me up with a drug dealer!”

“I-what? That’s impossible! I run background checks on all my clients. Are you sure it was Taehyung?”

“Of course I’m sure,” you scoff as you grip the steering wheel tighter before stopping at a red light. You try to inhale and exhale slowly before continuing. “He was tall, had dark brown hair and a smiley piercing.”

“He didn't have a piercing last time I saw him, are you sure?”

“He answered to his name. Namjoon, I trusted you,” you groan as the light changes to green and you pull into your neighborhood.

Namjoon is silent, feeling bad about setting you up with Taehyung. He had seen him about two months ago and even though he had run a background check and looked profusely into him, he had no idea about Taehyung selling drugs, especially since it had been a big deal-breaker for you. He had to fix this, he had to make this right. He wouldn’t fail you, not when you had trusted him to do his job. He’d find you the perfect man, he swore it to himself.

Namjoon is gobsmacked, “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m truly sorry! I swear I didn’t know he was doing that. I talked to him two months ago to make sure he still wanted to be matched but I don’t know where the drug dealing came from. I will be taking him off my client list permanently. Your next match will be thoroughly vetted, and I will do a personal, surprise home visit to ensure your safety.”

“I don’t know if I want to try this again, Joon. Once was bad enough,” you get out of your car, placing your phone on speaker as you unlock the front door.

“Please, let me make this right. I owe that to you,” Namjoon pleads, his heart racing in his chest as he’s met with absolute silence.

“You’ll pick someone better? Do a thorough check on them, a new one?” You ask as you plop down on your couch, your eyes landing on the clock on your wall. It was still early enough, maybe you could go over to Yoongi’s to hang out or go for a late dinner. Your stomach growls at that moment.

“Yes, yes! I’ll do better. I’ll be in touch soon,” Namjoon assures you before he wishes you a good night, apologizing one last time before he hangs up. You sigh, wondering what trouble you’ve signed yourself up for.

Your phone rings. Yoongi’s face appears on your screen before you answer with a smile, your Friday night had just been salvaged.

When Namjoon contacts you once again, he gives you a more in-depth background of your next date, Jimin. You read through his email, biting your lower lip as you contemplate going on the date. Namjoon texts you seconds later.

[Namjoon]: Give him a chance, I met with him yesterday and he’s not a drug dealer. You’ll be meeting at London’s on Main St. at 8 pm. I’ll be on call if you need me. He’ll be wearing a gray coat and a black beret.

[You]: I don’t know, Joon.

[Namjoon]: Give me one more chance to make it right.

You sigh, rereading his text as you read the short paragraph about Jimin.

[You]: Fine.

* If it were possible, you were more nervous about this date than the first. You immediately felt better to be meeting at a restaurant instead of someone’s apartment, and as you stepped inside, you began scanning the immediate area for Jimin.

You spotted him at a table, his phone in his hands as he looked up and caught your gaze. He smiled brightly, his eyes turning into half-moons as he raised his hand to wave at you. You relaxed, grinning as you crossed the floor to meet him. He stood as you arrived at the table, helping you into your seat before he took his seat.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Jimin?” He nodded, immediately asking how your day was. You answered him, appreciating the way he could start a conversation and keep it going. He made it seem effortless but you knew it was something you still struggled with so you appreciated the effort he was putting in.

Jimin seemed normal enough, you thought as you eyed him. He removed his hat and his golden locks fell freely, his hand running through them; possibly a nervous habit. He smirked, catching you looking at him longer than necessary.

“Have you been here before?” he asked as the waiter arrived to take your drink orders and asked if he could get you anything else.

You gave him your order before Jimin, smiling slightly as the waiter wrote it down and went on his way.

“This is my first time here,” you answer Jimin as you look around the restaurant. It’s dimly lit to create a more romantic ambiance and you wonder if Jimin chose the place or if it was Namjoon. How much had Namjoon been involved in your date?

“Same here, I usually see it on my way to work,” Jimin states as he looks over your shoulder, eyeing the bar and the bartender behind it.

“Where do you work?”

“I own the bookstore on 5th and Main,” Jimin responds as he sees the waiter coming with your drinks. You welcome the interruption, wondering what else you could ask him. You didn’t know much about him like you would someone you met online, and at the moment, you wished you had met him online.

The waiter approaches the table but slips before he reaches you, spilling your drinks on the floor. Jimin jumps in his seat, eyes wide as the cold drinks splash his pants.

“What the fuck?!” He shouts as he rises from his seat, the waiter immediately begins apologizing but Jimin won’t hear any of it. He yells at the waiter, calls him names as he storms off to the bathroom. You’ve gained the attention of every patron in the building, some of the workers peeking from the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize to the waiter, taking money out of your purse to pay for the drinks and tipping him. The waiter protests but you shake your head, “please.”

The waiter nods, “Thank you.”

“Don’t listen to him. He shouldn’t have treated you like that. It was an accident,” You say as you take your leave before Jimin can come back. You get in your car and immediately drive off, not bothering to wait for your phone to connect to your Bluetooth.

When you arrive home, you get out of your car before storming inside your home. You kick your shoes off before dialing Namjoon’s phone number, placing it on speaker as you take your dress off, allowing it to pool at your feet.

“Y/N, don’t tell me he sells drugs too? I sat outside his house all week and nobody unusual came to his house,” Namjoon says as he answers the call.

“No, Joon. That’s not the-wait, you sat outside his house for a week?” You ask as you grab your phone on your way to your bedroom to throw on your pajamas.

“No?” Joon tried to backpedal but you were already grinning like a madman.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you’d vet this date better, huh? I gotta say, wasn’t expecting you to do some stalking,” you mused as you got into bed, your phone in your hands.

“I wasn’t stalking him, Y/N. I was gathering information. Anyway, that’s beside the point. It’s only 7:40, why are you already calling me?”

"You set me up on another bad date, Joon!"

"How? Jimin was perfect! What could have gone wrong?" Namjoon was genuinely puzzled as he walked over to his desk, taking a seat on his plush leather chair. He rolled his chair forward, Jimin's file laid on the solid cherry wood. Namjoon grabbed his glasses off the desk to put them on before picking up Jimin's file.

"He wasn't perfect, Namjoon," you scoff as you roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling.

"Park Jimin, 26 years old, owns and works at his own bookstore, graduated from a 4-year university where he majored in literature. Owns his own home, has traveled around the world, and does not sell drugs."

"You seem to only be focusing on the not selling drugs part, and while I do appreciate it, that's not why I left the date early," You begin to explain. Namjoon hums in response, waiting for you to continue.

"Tell me, Joonie-"

"Joonie?"

"Yes, Joonie. Did you ever sit down and have a chat with Jimin?"

"What?" Namjoon is genuinely confused as he sets his file back down on the desk, spinning in his chair with his phone pressed tightly to his ear. "Of course I did! The same interview you had, I had with him and Taehyung. I admit, Taehyung slipped through the cracks somehow but how could Jimin? He's an angel and not just because of his ethereal looks."

"Joon," you sigh heavily, not wanting to burst his bubble.

"Yes?"

"Oh, Joon. Joonie, Joonie, Joon, my sweet boy."

"What?" Namjoon huffs as he waits for you to finally say something, anything.

"Jimin is rude as fuck. He yelled at the waiter who spilled our drinks on accident. Some landed on him and he stormed off to the bathroom, so I took the opportunity to dip," you explain.

"Jimin? My Jimin did that?" Namjoon can hardly believe what you've just told him. There was no way Jimin could have done that, there had to be some sort of mistake, right? Namjoon had known Jimin for a few months now, he had even hung out with him on a few occasions while he tried to find a match for him. Jimin had been anything but rude, so Namjoon was having a hard time believing he had yelled at someone, especially over an accident.

"Your Jimin? Something you wanna tell me?"

"Oh hush," Namjoon grunts as he shuts Jimin's file. He would have to take your word for it at this point. You hadn't given a reason for him to doubt you, and he trusted you to be honest with him. Besides, this would explain why Jimin was still available after setting him up on multiple dates with multiple potential partners. This was, however, the first time someone had mentioned the date failing over him yelling at a waiter. Namjoon wrote a reminder in his planner to contact everyone he had set up with Jimin and ask about his behavior and why they had chosen not to pursue him further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. It looks like I have failed you once again. Don't worry, I won't be charging you for my services. I'll call your mother in the morning and apologize for wasting both of your time."

"Namjoon, that's not necessary. Just set me up with someone else. Preferably someone who is genuinely polite to everyone. I can't stand rude people at all, much less those who yell and make a scene," you say, wincing as you remember Jimin's face as he yelled and cursed.

You made a mental note not to ever visit his bookstore.

"Are you sure?" Namjoon seemed hesitant to set you up once again, he usually got it right the first time. He wasn't going to lie, he was feeling discouraged about failing twice, this hadn't happened since his first year when he had been overeager to make matches that he often made mistakes. He knew better after years of practice, so he was apprehensive about trying once again.

"I trust you. Trial and error, right? I mean, if I couldn't find my perfect match on my own on my first go, then I don't expect you to either, despite your experience. It's a process, isn't it?"

Namjoon knew you were right but it was because he had experience that he felt like a failure.

"All right," Namjoon acquiesced, he sighed deeply as he placed his chin in his hand, his fingers drumming on it. "Let's give it another go. I'll be in touch but it may be a while longer before I reach out. I want to make sure I get it right this time."

"Take your time, Joon. I'm rooting for you," you smile as you sit up in bed, suddenly not wanting to hang up.

"I will, I promise. Try to get some rest," he tells you, you ruefully agree, wishing him goodnight and hanging up. You immediately fell back into your pillows, arms spread on the bed, you already missed the sound of his voice.

Namjoon placed his elbows on the desk, his head falling into his hands before he rubbed his eyes, groaning at the feeling.

"Get your shit together, Joon."

When nearly three weeks pass, you begin to worry about your matchmaker. He hadn't contacted you at all and you wondered if it was a bad sign? Were you completely incompatible with all his clients? Or worse, what if something had happened to him and you had no idea? Surely, someone would call, right?

You paced back and forth in your living room while Yoongi tried to catch glimpses of the TV behind you, where you had put on Parasite and he was actually trying to watch it.

"Just text him," Yoongi told you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.

"I don't wanna bother him," you protested, dodging the couch cushion that he threw at you instead of telling you to move once again.

"Then sit down and let me watch this, Y/N. I've been wanting to watch this for ages, and I've missed the first ten minutes. I need to restart it now," Yoongi huffed as he restarted the movie and placed his feet on the coffee table so you wouldn't be able to walk in front of him anymore.

"Should I text him? What would you do if you were me?" You ask your frustrated best friend, who responds by turning up the volume.

"Text him before I take your phone and do it myself. Didn't you say your next match would take longer? Let him do his job. After Jimin, I'd let him take months if he had to."

"Yeah," you said in a defeated tone, finally sitting down beside Yoongi, grabbing the cushion he had tossed at you and placing it in your lap to hug to your chest. You stared at your phone, tapping it to keep it from going dark.

"I can do this. I can do this," you repeat as you try to hype yourself up, tapping on your thread with Namjoon. You're not sure why you suddenly feel squeamish, almost like butterflies have invaded your stomach.

Yoongi rolls his eyes but is glad you've finally decided to text Namjoon and get some answers.

Your fingers hover over the keys, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you inhale profoundly through your nose. You quickly type a message, hitting send before you can freak yourself out.

Yoongi leans over, his head resting on your shoulder, he tries to cough to cover up a laugh but fails miserably.

"All that for 'hey'?"

"Yoongi!" You pull your phone to your chest, hiding it from your nosy best friend.

"What? I was curious," he shrugs as he turns his eyes back to the screen, becoming captivated by the movie and no longer interested in your predicament.

Your phone vibrates a minute later, you open it embarrassingly fast,

[Namjoon]: Hey, sorry for not reaching out sooner. I've been working on finding your next date on top of my other caseloads but I've narrowed it down to three possible candidates.

[You]: That's great!

Yoongi peeks at your phone and chortles.

You poke him in the side, "watch your movie."

[Namjoon]: Yes, I've arranged for you to meet next Saturday night at the Lunar Bar on 10th Street at 8 pm.

[You]: Thank you, Joonie! I'll be there!

Namjoon doesn't reply after that, instead, he takes a closer look at Hoseok's file, reviewing it once again. Nothing changes from this inspection but Namjoon feels confident in his choice. The both of you have a lot in common. From careers to hobbies, to goals, and even an interest in music.

Namjoon was growing desperate for a winner, especially since he had helped out his other clients rather quickly, some had only gone on one date before they thanked him for setting them up with their perfect match.

"Focus," he told himself as he looked from Hoseok's file to yours and back again. He had highlighted all similarities, underlined anything that may cause the two of you to clash.

"I've got it this time, I know I do," Namjoon stated confidently, a small smile tugging at his lips as he shut both files.

Saturday comes quicker than expected, you spend the whole day trying to pick an outfit. First date jitters invade your body as the clock ticks down faster to 8 pm.

Yoongi has come and gone, wishing you luck as he dropped you off at the entrance with a hug before sending you off.

"Call me if you need a ride!" He calls after you, you give him a thumbs-up before walking into the building.

"Black leather jacket, red rose," you chant softly as you look around the bar. The music is rather loud and dimly lit as you make your way through the high tables and finally spot a leather jacket. A man is sitting at the end of the bar, his hands twirling the stem of a red rose. You notice the way his leg bounces up and down, no doubt out of nervousness,

Your breath gets caught in your throat, his side profile is gorgeous. The slope of his nose, his high cheekbones, and as he turns in your direction, you notice his heart-shaped lips right before they lift in a dazzling smile that has your heart skyrocketing.

"Y/N," he says your name in a sultry way that sends tingles down your spine.

"Wow," you breathe as he rises from his seat with a chuckle.

"I can say the same about you," Hoseok smiles flirtatiously, your cheeks blooming with heat as he helps you onto a seat.

"It's nice to meet you," you smile, thanking him as he hands you the rose.

"It's nice to meet you as well; you're gorgeous." You thank him for the compliment as the bartender approaches you, asking Hoseok if he'd like a refill. He nods, thanking the bartender before she takes your drink order.

You note that he was polite, already feeling at ease and grateful that Namjoon had made sure Hoseok wasn't rude to the bartender. You'd still keep an eye on him though; you didn't want to fall into a false sense of security around him and then have him snap.

"Do you wanna have a seat over there?" Hoseok asks as the bartender returns with your drinks.

You look over your shoulder, noticing how much louder the tables seemed to be. It seemed more intimate to stay at the bar and be able to hear each other, so you tell him so. Hoseok agrees, moving closer to you as he asks you about your work, giving you his undivided attention.

He makes you nervous, whether, in a good way or bad, you're not entirely sure at the moment. You stir your drink with your straw, giggling at something he's said as you look at him through your peripheral.

Hoseok is at ease, legs slightly spread as he leans in closer with the pretense of hearing you better, but in all honesty, he finds himself wanting to be nearer.

*

"So then Yoongi bursts in to see me crying on the floor, covered in flour with the fire alarm blaring," you shake your head as a giggle escapes you. Hoseok chuckles as he nods along, swirling his drink in his cup before chugging it and asking for another.

"Do you hang out with Yoongi often?" Hoseok asks as he orders another drink, the bartender bringing it immediately.

"Pretty often, we've been friends since freshman year in high school. Do you have any friends from high school?" You take a sip of your drink, wondering what else you could possibly talk about.

"Just one," Hoseok starts, sipping his drink. "His name is Taehyung."

You freeze, eyes widening as you look at him, "Taehyung? He doesn't happen to live on Wayver Avenue?"

"Yeah!" Hoseok beams. "You know him?"

"Yeah," you force a smile, swirling your drink. "I met him once, briefly."

“I haven’t seen him much lately, he got into some stuff he shouldn’t have,” Hoseok looks away, sipping his drink before turning to face you once again. “He’s actually the one who introduced me to Namjoon.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it was before Taehyung started… Anyway, he always talked about meeting his soulmate but after dating around, he didn’t feel like he could, so he hired Namjoon. I figured if he trusted Namjoon, I should as well. This is actually the first date Namjoon has set me up on.”

You’re not sure how to react to his admission, you go to grab your drink but out of nervousness you end up spilling it. Your drink ends up on your shoes and Hoseok’s jeans.

“Fuck,” you groan as you set the glass upright, shoving the ice back into it before looking at Hoseok. You hope he won’t yell at you as Jimin did at the waiter, your heart sinks at the thought and you bristle as you meet Hoseok’s gaze.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, taking your napkin and handing it to him. He chuckles, shaking his head, “it’s not the first time I’ve had a drink spilled on me at a bar. Don’t worry about it.”

He takes the napkin from you and gets out of his seat, squatting in front of you. You look at him perplexed, your head quirked to the side as you wonder what he’s doing.

“May I?” he asks, pointing at the droplets of the alcohol on your shoes. You nod, your face flushing with heat as he cautiously dabs at your shoes. You remain silent as he takes a hold of your ankle, bringing it onto his thigh to clean up any of the remainders of your drink before he grins up at you and sets the napkin on another before calling the bartender over.

“Thank you,” you clear your throat awkwardly, finding it hard to meet his eyes.

Hoseok steps closer to you, his subtle cologne making you inhale softly; you decide you like his scent.

“Hey,” his voice is soft, his fingers placed under your chin to make you look up at him. His warm smile has your heart racing, his dark eyes show no anger and you feel yourself relax. He wasn’t upset.

“Let me close my tab and we can walk on the town square,” he suggests and you nod, offering to pay but he shakes his head as he quickly closes the tab and helps you out of your seat. You’ve had a bit to drink but only enough to be slightly tipsy and almost fully coherent as you allow Hoseok to place his large hand on the small of your back as he leads you out of the building.

The two of you walk side by side, passing the other bars and restaurants as you walk toward the town square, where a large fountain sits, circled by stone benches. The square has multiple businesses surrounding it, families and other couples walking about as they enjoy their night.

The two of you find a bench to sit at, quickly falling into a conversation about your work life and his. You find that you enjoy listening to him talk, you enjoy the way his eyes light up when he talks about his friends, and how he laughs when he tells you about his first date that turned out to be a disaster.

By the time Yoongi is picking you up, you find that you quite like Hoseok, and would like to see him again. Yoongi is glad to hear about your date, he had been worried it would turn out badly like the first two, and although he may still be wary of Namjoon and his matchmaking skills, the smile on your face has him coming around to it all.

Namjoon touches base with you the following morning, seeing as he hadn’t gotten a call last night from you, he was a tad worried.

[Namjoon]: Good morning! Can I assume Hoseok was normal?

[You]: Good morning, Joon! Yes, you can safely assume Hoseok was normal. Rather pleasant, although I did spill my drink on him

[Namjoon]: Yikes! How did that go?

[You]: he laughed it off, thank goodness. I was worried he’d make a scene like Jimin did but no, all was well and we went to the town square after.

Namjoon sits back in his chair, his phone on his desk, ringing as he waits for Hoseok to answer. He’s not sure what to expect, but he had high hopes that this match could actually move forward after your input.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Hoseok. I’m just calling to check in. Is now a good time for you?” Namjoon asked as he picked up a pen, Hoseok’s file open in front of him. His messy scrawl already marked the page from before, now he was looking to add a few more notes.

“Yeah, I’m free. What’s up?”

“How did the date go?” Namjoon inquired, biting his bottom lip out of nervousness.

Hoseok sighed heavily, he sat on the floor of his office’s gym, glad nobody had joined him for a workout. Namjoon had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“It was…fine."

“Fine?” Namjoon repeated, taking note of the tone Hoseok had used. “Just fine?”

“I mean, she was cute and everything but I just didn’t feel like it could lead anywhere. Plus, she knew Tae, and… he’s been up to some stuff I’m not into lately, ya know? How else would she know him? You didn’t tell me she did drugs, Namjoon. Was that an oversight on your part?” Hoseok was genuinely curious as he began stretching, figuring his workout was as good as over.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon groaned. This was a mess. “I set her up with Taehyung, but I swear I didn’t know he was selling drugs. I found out after,” Namjoon explained and Hoseok hummed in response.

“So you thought he was a better match for her?”

“At first, yes. She’s not into Taehyung’s new scene if that’s what you’re worried about. She had a good time,” Namjoon supplies, in hopes Hoseok will change his mind in regards to your date.

“That’s good to know at least,” Hoseok dismissed as he moved onto a different stretch, putting his call on speaker.

“That doesn’t change how you feel about her, does it?” Namjoon rubbed his large palm over his face. When did his job get so complicated? He had such an amazing streak going, making perfect couples and then you came along and he was thrown out of orbit. What was he doing wrong?

“No, man.” Hoseok sighed, he was never good with rejection but at least he didn’t have to say it to your face, that would be Namjoon’s job.“She’s a sweet girl, funny, smart, all that and that’s great but I just didn’t think we really had a connection.”

“I understand,” Namjoon murmured.

“I genuinely hope she finds her match and I hope to find mine as well. Keep in touch, Namjoon.” With that, Hoseok ended the call. Namjoon cursed, setting his phone carelessly on the desk as his head fell into the palm of his hands.

He had been sure about Hoseok and now he had to tell you it was a no-go once again. Three. Three matches that had gone to hell for him and now he wasn’t sure what to do. Well, he did know what to do but he wanted to delay it as long as possible. Would it be better for him to call you or meet up to let you know face-to-face? Namjoon wasn’t sure, he couldn’t understand why he was having a hard time with this. It wasn't his first time doing this, so why was he nervous?

[Namjoon]: Can I see you tonight?

[You]: You can come by at 7. Is something wrong?

[Namjoon]: I’ll see you then.

You wonder what Namjoon has to see you about that he can't just say through text before realizing it probably had to do with your date with Hoseok the night before. You sigh, shaking your head before getting into the shower to try and clear your head.

You spend the rest of the day cleaning your home while texting Yoongi until Namjoon shows up at 7 o’clock on the dot. You greet him as you let him in, offering him a drink that he declines. You lead him to your kitchen table, sitting across from him.

“I need to talk to you about last night,” Namjoon starts and you sigh heavily.

“Hoseok doesn’t want to see me again?”

“I... you’re right.”

“I knew it,” you sigh before pouting. “I thought it had gone well.”

“These things happen…” Namjoon avoids meeting your gaze as he rubs his sweaty palms on his pants before biting his lip. “How about you and I go out tonight?”

“On a date?” your brows furrowed in confusion.

Namjoon’s eyes widened, “No! I meant like out to see where your interests lie. If I can get to know you on a more personal level, I can find your perfect match. It’ll be better than going off on the info sheet your mom gave me.”

You bite your lip. Namjoon waits patiently for your answer and after a silent debate, you give in.

“Fine, fine.”

“Great, I’ll call you later tonight and we’ll set something up. You won’t regret this!” Namjoon states with enthusiasm. You nod, hoping he’s right.

“I don’t know about this, Joon.” You look apprehensive as you get strapped into your vest.

“Trust me, okay? You’ll have fun, and if you don’t, then it’ll help my portfolio.” Namjoon smiles and you give in when you see his dimples appear.

Namjoon puts on his vest before you grab a laser gun and follow him inside.

“Stay close,” he calls over his shoulder. You try to but once he goes inside, a crowd of kids gets between you and you lose him.

You try your best to look for him but when the countdown starts, you panic and run up the incline to the second floor, where you hide in hopes of not being eliminated off the bat.

Your hiding spot works well for a minute or so before a child spots you and shoots you. Your vest lights up and you huff in annoyance before shooting the kid back, which causes him to break out in tears.

“I guess I should take off ‘loves children’ from your portfolio?” Your eyes widen at hearing Namjoon’s voice from beside you.

You look at the sobbing child, smiling at Namjoon, “he shot me first.”

Namjoon chuckles before he takes your hand in his after the child runs off.

“Come on, I’m not about to lose you again,” he says as he holds your hand throughout the layout, having you watch his back as the two of you eliminate as many players as possible before your time is up.

The last 60 seconds are on the clock and Namjoon spots the crying child has come back for you, only this time, he’s got his big brother with him.

Namjoon presses you against the wall. You gasp, eyes wide as your eyes lock. Namjoon’s chest rises and falls with his heavy breathing, as does yours as you look at his lips then his eyes.

Namjoon subconsciously licks his lips, tilting his head slightly, his fingers lacing with yours as he looks at your lips. Your stomach bubbles with anticipation, your heart beating furiously in your chest as you await his kiss.

Just as Namjoon leans in, and you wait for the press of his lips, he gets shot by that child. The sound startled the both of you, making you laugh awkwardly as Namjoon curses. He shoots the child again just as the timer goes off.

“Come on,” he says as the lights turn on and you follow him out. You’re not sure what that was back on the floor but you feel disappointed that your kiss didn’t happen.

“What was your nickname?” Namjoon asks as he looks up at the scoreboard.

“-heaven.” You murmur. Namjoon looks at you, a brow raised. “What?”

You huff, embarrassed. “Amatchmadeinheaven”

Namjoon chuckles, shaking his head.

“Well, what's yours?” You roll your eyes at him and he grins widely, winking at you. Your heart flutters in your chest.

“Right there,” he points and you look to see that he’s somehow placed in the top three. His nickname: Cupid.

“Very original,” you giggle as he laughs with you, helping you out of your vest before he gets out of his. He doesn’t hesitate to take your hand before leading you to another section of the gaming area.

“Bowling?” You ask flabbergasted as Namjoon hands you a pair of shoes that happen to be your size.

When Namjoon sees your questioning stare, he merely shrugs and says, “portfolio.”

“Is there anything my mother didn’t tell you?” You wonder as you sit beside him to take your shoes off.

“She doesn’t know how many people you’ve slept with. She thinks you’re a virgin actually,” Namjoon chuckles. You can feel heat rise to your face.

“She does not!” You cry out in protest and Namjoon laughs harder, tears running down his cheeks.

He takes a few moments to collect himself, “she totally does.”

“Joon!”

“Talk with her,” he suggests as he gets down on one knee in front of you. He takes your foot in his hand and helps you put on your bowling shoes.

“Do you have a foot fetish I should know about?” Namjoon asks and you rip your foot out of his hands.

“No! Do you?” You shriek, he laughs again.

“No, now give me your foot so I can tie your shoes and I can beat you.”

“You’re too confident for someone who’s about to lose,” you remark as you lift your other foot for him to put your shoe on. Namjoon rolls his eyes, tying your shoes extra tight in retaliation. When you whine, he loosens it up.

“Show me what you’ve got then,” he stands to lead you to your lane. You quickly type in your name before typing in Cupid for Joon.

“Smartass,” he mumbles under his breath.

“I’ll go first,” you say as you grab a bowling ball and step up onto the lanes. You inhale before stepping forward, shutting your eyes as you move the ball back and then forward before releasing it. You open your eyes and with bated breath, you watch the ball roll down the lane halfway before it goes into the gutter.

“That sucked,” Joon states as you walk back toward him and shove him before grabbing another ball and taking your second turn.

You manage to knock down half the pins this time, and you make sure to stick your tongue out at Joon.

When it’s Namjoon’s turn, he steps right up with his ball and doesn’t hesitate to toss it. It hits all the pins in a strike.

“Show off,” you grumble.

Namjoon winks at you before he takes a seat beside you. You’re up next.

You’re not sure what it is, but your next three turns end with gutter balls throughout and you’re stewing in your seat.

“Want me to tell them to put the rails up?” Namjoon teases as he hits another strike.

“Fuck you,” you huff. “How’d you get so good?”

“I played in a league as a teen,” Namjoon explains.

“Cheater,” you grin, poking his dimple. He laughs. “How is that cheating?”

“You’ve had years of training that led up to this moment!”

Namjoon guffaws, looking at you incredulously, “so I played for years and won national championships throughout my life just to be here in this very moment to beat you?”

“Duh,” you stick your tongue out at him. Namjoon scoffs, rolling his eyes before you get up from your seat and grab a ball.

You gasp when you feel him behind you, his left arm wrapped around your waist and his other guiding your right hand before you release the ball. You wonder if he can feel the frantic beating of your heart as his taut chest presses against your back.

Namjoon watches the ball roll until it hits the pins, all of them falling except for one that’s spinning. With bated breath, you both watch as the bowling pin falls and you scream in excitement, startling the other players.

“I did it!”

“You did,” he chuckles as you watch the scoreboard change to STRIKE. You jump up and down before wrapping your arms around Namjoon and hugging him tightly.

“How about you try it again on your next turn?” Namjoon asks as he steps up, his eyes focused on the pins as he lets the ball go, watching it roll and roll until the pins clatter on the wood.

“I’ll try my best.” You pick up a purple ball and hold it in your hands, inhaling and exhaling. “Here goes nothing.”

Namjoon gives you a thumbs up when you look at him before releasing the ball. You bite your lip waiting for it to roll slowly down the lane until it falls into the gutter. You curse, pouting and huffing when you hear someone shout, “We love a gutter queen!”

You frown, running to Namjoon, who is now standing. He’s surprised when your body slams into his, your arms around his waist, and your face buried in his chest.

He can feel the heat of your body through his mustard-colored sweater and his cheeks bloomed with heat. He rubs your back, whispering that it’s okay and you did your best.

“I’m a Gutter Queen,” you huff angrily, holding him tighter. He chuckles, the rumbling of his chest has you whining further as embarrassment sets in.

“So I heard,” you can practically hear the smirk on his lips, so you slide your hand under his sweater, not hearing his soft gasp before you pinch his side.

“Ow!” He yelps, stepping back. You stick your tongue out at him, quickly stepping out of his hold before he can retaliate.

“Your turn.”

*

Two hours and several rematches later, you and Namjoon sit on a bench in the town square inside a beautiful gazebo that overlooks the lake. You’ve both got ice cream cones with your favorites as you finally take a moment to relax.

“Are you always this competitive? Or did I get to see a special side of you?” Namjoon questions you, genuinely intrigued.

“I’m not competitive,” you state as you lick your ice cream.

“We played six games in a row because you couldn’t stand to lose,” Namjoon chuckles, shaking his head. “And you still lost!”

“Hey! You said you weren’t going to rub it in!”

“Haha… I’m sorry. You’re right.”

“Anyway… what made you want to become a matchmaker?” Namjoon freezes at your question. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“I guess I just wanted to help people find their match.” he shrugs. “I was a counselor for a while and saw so many couples calling it quits and I know it wasn’t my fault. Some issues just can’t be solved, even with counseling.” You nod, biting your ice cream and making Namjoon cringe.

“Don’t judge me!”

He laughs.

“I got tired of seeing relationships end, of couples not being compatible but being married regardless. Some married for money, others for looks, some for sex, and some for all of the above. I wanted to build couples that would last for the long run. I became obsessed with it once I got a high success rate…” Namjoon licks his melting ice cream, biting the cone.

“I lost myself in my success until you came along and brought me back down to Earth. I’m not as high and mighty as I thought.”

“You tried your best,” you shrug as you continue to eat your ice cream.

“I wouldn’t call it my best…” Namjoon bites his lip. “I just wanted to find someone for you. I thought it would be easy but you showed me that I can make mistakes. I want to fix them… I do, but your mother has given me a timeline.”

“What?”

“She wants you married in six weeks.” He nods, recoiling when you glare at him.

“Married?!?!”

“She didn’t tell you, did she?” Namjoon sighs heavily, rubbing his palms over his face. Maybe he should have met with you and your mother instead of assuming you knew about your mother's plans.

“Joon! My mother expects me to be married at the end of this?” Your voice has gone up an octave or two but you don’t care as you sit down. You place your hand on your chest, feeling the rapid thump of your heart.

“Look, you don’t have to get married…”

“I’m not! I’m most definitely not!”

“I’m sure your mother would be content with you meeting someone but she did tell me she wanted you married.”

“I need to go home,” you state as you take his hand in yours and tug him in the direction of his car.

When he pulls into your driveway, you thank him for your night out and the ride home. You squeeze his hand, leaning over the center console to kiss his cheek before getting out of his car.

You’re too enraged at your mother, dialing her number the moment you’re on your porch, you don’t notice Namjoon placing his hand over your kiss, blushing as he hopes the fluttering in his chest will cease as he pulls out of the driveway.

After a lengthy conversation with your mother, you feel slightly more at ease. She’s agreed to put marriage on the back burner for now but shall you get proposed to, she’ll want you to say yes if you even have a crush on the man.

[Joon-bug 💘]: Hey, everything okay?

[You]: Yeah. Just had a chat with my mother

[You]: Thank you for last night…. I had a lot of fun

[Joon-bug 💘]: No need to thank me, I’m glad you had fun. I know you’re probably still in shock of last night’s revelations

[Joon-bug 💘]: But I was hoping I could take you out Friday night?

You squeal with excitement, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you throw yourself on your bed with your phone clutched in your hands.

[You]: Sure! That sounds fun

[Joon-bug 💘]: Great! I’ll text you Friday

You smile as you read his last text before setting your phone aside. Yoongi raises a brow as he lays beside you in your bed.

“Joonie?” He asks as he looks over your shoulder with a smirk. You poke his chest, “He’s taking me out on Friday. He wants to learn more about me so he can find my perfect match.”

“So you’re dating your matchmaker?”

“No! He’s just getting to know me…” you trail off, rolling over on your side to face your best friend. He grins, pushing your hair out of your eyes before caressing your cheek.

“It’s okay to fall for someone, Y/n. Whether it’s your perfect match or your matchmaker. You don’t have to close yourself off again.” You swallowed thickly, pushing back the tears that well in your eyes.

In a tiny, barely audible voice you say, “I know.”

Yoongi sighs, pulling you into his arms. You curl up into his side, your hand resting on his chest as you feel the thumping of his heart. He wonders if you ever think about your relationship, and how maybe it could have been more than it was in high school. Did you ever think of him as more than a friend? Or were all those feelings gone? He wasn’t sure. All he was sure of though, was that he wouldn’t stand in your way of finding true happiness and love, because if anyone deserved it, it was you.

“Let’s take a nap, sweet girl. We can watch a movie after,” you nod as you pull your blanket over the both of you, closing your eyes until you’re fast asleep.

“Where are we going Joon Bug?” You ask as you try to keep up with Namjoon.

“You’ll see!” Namjoon says as he takes your hand in his to lead you past a crowd of people on the sidewalk, unbothered by his new nickname. You’re not sure where he’s taking you but you were excited to find out.

Namjoon picked you up thirty minutes ago and now you were ducking and diving in between pedestrians as he led you to an unknown location. Now you were wondering if wearing heels was the right choice. It wasn’t. If parking wasn’t so terrible, maybe you’d have been fine but it was Friday night and everyone was out and about, so you just had to deal with it.

“We’re here,” Namjoon says as he comes to a stop in front of a gigantic building that has a sign above the front door that reads ‘Helios’.

“Come on,” Namjoon squeezes your hand as he walks up to the host. He gives him his name and the two of you are whisked away to a private table.

Namjoon pulls your chair out for you and you thank him with a demure smile as he takes his seat after.

“I’ve got another place to take you to after dinner for drinks,” Namjoon mentions as he takes his menu and opens it. You do the same, admiring the gold font and trying to read the menu items with the dim lighting.

Your foot moves, brushing his and he chuckles, raising a brow. “You said no to the foot fetish?”

You kick him.

“So did you.” You grin before the waiter comes over and brings you glasses of water before they leave.

“Why did you pick this place?” You ask as you look around and see the patrons laughing and talking animatedly all around you. You’re glad you’re not underdressed as you tug on the hem of your dress.

“It’s my favorite,” Namjoon shrugs noncommittally. “Plus, I figured we could talk.”

“We have talked,” you point out and he rolls his eyes.

“About your foot fetish, yes.”

“I loathe you!”

Namjoon smirks. “No, you don’t.”

You glare at him, knowing he’s right. You huff instead and go back to reading the menu, ignoring his next attempt at conversation before the waiter appears to take your order and leaves the two of you on your own once again.

Namjoon finds himself gazing at you as you admire the flowers in the vase on the table, your hands brushing the petals as you smile. He ignores the rapid beating of his heart as you lock eyes with him.

He was startled, eyes widening with surprise. “N-nothing.”

“Do you bring all your dates here?” You inquire, your gaze sending shivers down his back. He gulps, licking his lips before answering.

“No.”

It’s a simple answer, and yet you’re not satisfied.

“No?”

“No.”

You realize you won’t be getting anywhere at this rate. Your fingers toy with the flower petals, trying to come off nonchalant as you ask, “who then?”

“Friends mostly. Sometimes family,” Namjoon answers honestly. You nod, wondering if you should try to pry or not. “Anyway, I think you’ll like it, and if you don’t, then you never have to come back.”

“Win-win,” you chuckle as he nods.

* Dinner goes off without a hitch, and although you enjoy your meal, you can’t help but be eager to leave to see what else Namjoon has planned for the evening.

“Come,” he says as he takes your hand after paying the bill. He’d hear none of your protest about you paying or going splitting it, but he promised to let you pay for the next meal.

“Where are we?” You ask as he pulls into your new destination. A valet comes to Namjoon’s side to take his keys while the other opens your door.

Namjoon chuckles at your shocked expression as he walks you into the hotel.

“Relax, we're just here for drinks,” his dimpled smile makes you feel at ease.

Namjoon walks through the lobby, the staff greeting him as he goes toward the elevator with you in tow. He takes a card out of his pocket and scans it before the elevator opens and the both of you step inside.

“Where are we going?” You ask as he presses a button and you grip his hand tighter.

“The roof,” he answers with a whimsical grin as you ascend to the roof.

The dinging of the elevator and the doors opening bring relief as you step out, immediately awed by the view of the city. Namjoon stands beside you, his eyes on you instead. He admires the way your eyes have lit up like a million stars, your smile so big it rivals the moon. He feels his heart flutter as he looks away when he feels a blush over his cheeks.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as he looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“It is, isn’t it?” He nods as he clears his throat.

You follow Joon to a couch that overlooks the skyline, sitting as close to him as possible whilst still being comfortable. There’s a soft light illuminating the area with a warm glow, and music softly plays in the background.

There’s a bar in the middle of the roof, staffed with a handful of people and you can’t help but wonder as to why they’d need so many if only you and Namjoon were up there. Had he planned it this way?

“Let me get you a drink,” he says and you nod, still in awe as you rise from your seat to go to the edge, where a guard rail keeps you from falling.

The gentle wind ruffles your hair as the night sky glitters with stars. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the moment to its fullest capacity. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so at ease, so free.

Namjoon watches you from afar, leaning against the bar as the bartender makes your drinks. He feels nervous, but bubbles with excitement... He’s not sure why.

He feels like he knows you well enough but most of what he knows about you is printed on a few sheets of paper. He’s only brushed the surface of who you are, and yet, he’s already captivated by you. He feels like you’ve wrapped yourself around his heart, cinching it and making it hard for him to breathe. He doesn’t think he wants to be freed.

“Your drinks, sir.” Namjoon turns, thanking the bartender as he takes the drinks and walks over to you. You feel his presence, opening your eyes and dazzling him with a bright grin.

“I got your favorite,” Namjoon murmurs as he hands you your drink. You thank him, taking the drink from him as you step back and walk back to the couch. Namjoon follows after you, facing you.

“This is really beautiful, Joon. Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I thought you might like it. I come here when I want to clear my head.” He explains, you nod. “I’ve never brought anyone else up here.”

“Is the hotel yours?”

Namjoon chuckles, shaking his head. “No, it’s my sister’s.”

“Namjoon!” you look over his shoulder to see a woman approaching the two of you. She’s tall, nearly Namjoon’s height in her heels as she holds her arms open. Her long black hair curls and sways as she walks. Her bright smile only accentuates her beauty as she struts toward you.

“And here she comes,” he sighs as he rises from the couch, you follow suit.

“Oh shit! Sorry, I didn’t know you brought someone up,” she apologizes genuinely feeling bad for interrupting. Her staff had let her know her little brother had arrived but neglected to mention he had a guest.

“You’re fine,” Namjoon shrugs. He turns to you and introduces you to his sister as his friend. It warms your heart.

“I’ve never met any of his friends,” Ames, his sister states, looking at Joon then you. “You must be really special if he’s brought you here. I wouldn’t be allowed up here if I didn’t own the place.”

Namjoon can feel the fire in his cheeks. “Can you go?”

“Oops, me and my big mouth!” Ames giggles, ruffling Namjoon’s hair before waving as she walks back to the elevator, her heels clicking as she goes.

Once she’s gone and Namjoon is sure she is, he apologizes.

“You don’t bring anyone up here?” you ask as you finish your drink, only for it to be switched out for a new one by one of the staff.

“Never. I come up here when I want to think or want to be alone. I was always stressed when I first became a matchmaker. I had a lot of failures, a lot of self-doubt that bubbled until I was consumed by anxiety and despair. I wanted to quit, find something else to do but Ames urged me to find her a match. I was terrified, Y/n. What if I fucked up? What if I ruined my sister’s life?” Namjoon looks lost in his thoughts as he absentmindedly takes a sip of the drink.

“What happened?” you ask in a soft tone, your hand on his thigh. Namjoon feels the warmth of your palm through his pants, it gives him goosebumps.

“I spent months searching for a match. I wanted nothing but the best for my sister. Ames helped raise me, she’s more of a mother than a sister. She’s sweet but she could easily cut you down a notch or two if she thought you’d hurt me. I wanted the best for her. To me it was the ultimate challenge… to her it was an opportunity to show me I had what it took to be in this profession.”

“I had to talk to her like I would a client, really dig deep into who she was and what she wanted. If you think our conversation was awkward…” Namjoon shakes his head, you giggle. You move closer to him, your thigh pressed against his.

“I guess I shouldn’t have complained,” you ask as you run your finger over the rim of your glass before meeting Namjoon’s gaze.

“No,” he smirks, as his thumb caresses your hand. You wonder if he can hear the way your heart is pounding in your chest. You push your hair over your shoulder, exposing more of your skin. You were flirting. Namjoon licks his lips, biting them after. You don’t miss the spark in his eyes before they darken into something primal.

You can’t help but stare at his plush lips, yearning to kiss them. To feel them cover every inch of your body in kisses that spark a fire inside you. Namjoon clears his throat, breaking eye contact, gulping.

It takes a few moments of silence for your mind to clear, “so I’m assuming it went well?”

“Extremely,” Namjoon smiles, it reaches his eyes. “She’s been married for a few years. She’s actually three months pregnant.”

“You’re going to be an uncle!” You exclaim and Namjoon nods excitedly.

“I can’t wait!”

“You’ll be amazing,” you hug him tight. You feel his large hands on the small of your back as he holds you close. You don’t want to let him go. You just want to hold him and kiss him all night, losing yourself in his touch.

When your embrace ends, you take a long sip of your drink, grateful for a distraction from the heat that’s spreading throughout your skin.

“With Ames, I did thorough background checks. I went above and beyond to find someone perfect. It was the most stressful assignment I’ve ever had… until you came along.” You quirk your head to the side. Namjoon laughs lightly.

“I guess I was slacking when it came to you, not on purpose but you should have never been set up with Taehyung. I know you’ve forgiven me for that, but fuck I truly am sorry. I don’t know how he slipped through.”

“I’m sure it happens,” you try to wave him off but he won’t have it.

“I was careless.” Namjoon licks his lips, wondering if he should be honest or not. You can tell he’s holding something back by the crease between his brows, something you’d noticed he did when he was thinking about something deeply.

“You can tell me,” you assure him, your hand resting on his. A smile tugs at his lips, “I’m looking for my match as well. I’ve been distracted but I promise that’s taking a backseat. I want to give you 100% of me.”

You feel flustered by his words, unable to speak.

Comfortable silence envelopes the two of you. You’re not sure where to go from here but you know you want to be in his company longer. You’re not sure what it is you’re feeling for your matchmaker but you don’t think it’s strictly platonic. You don’t want to dwell on those feelings too long though, so you have another drink and allow Namjoon to hold you and talk about himself and his future partner. A small part of you is jealous of the imaginary partner, wishing more than anything it could be you. You quickly shake that thought out of your head.

The following night, you’re lying on your couch with Yoongi sitting with his back against it, near your head. You’re sharing a bowl of popcorn as your phone vibrates on your chest.

You grab it, your eyes widening when you see a text from Namjoon.

[Joon-bug 💘]: Are you busy?

[You]: No, just at home with Yoongi. What’s up?

Yoongi eyes you as you sit up on the couch, brushing your hair out of the way as your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“Is everything alright? You look panicked,” Yoongi comments as he sits up straighter, ignoring the movie on the TV.

Just as you open your mouth to answer, another text from Joon arrives.

[Joon-bug 💘]: Can I come over?

[You]: 👀

[Joon-bug 💘]: Not like that 💀

[You]: oh

[You]: and here I thought we had something ✨ special ✨

[You]: I’m kidding lol

You cringe, hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way.

[You]: we’re just hanging out if you wanna come. Unless you’ve got plans for us?

[Joon-bug 💘]: I just thought we could hang out but I don’t wanna impose on your night

[You]: shut up and come over 💃

[Joon-bug 💘]: see you soon ❣️

Fifteen minutes later, Namjoon is knocking on your front door. Yoongi smirks as you trip over your feet in your eagerness to get to the door.

“Hey,” you greet Namjoon, igniting the way your heart flutters in your chest.

A soft smile lights up Namjoon’s face, “hey.”

“Let him come in, Y/n!” Yoongi calls from his spot on the couch.

“Oh, yeah! Come in!” You exclaim as you step aside to let him in. Namjoon feels slightly nervous and he hopes it’ll go away soon as he sits on the couch.

“We were just gonna order pizza,” you tell him as you hand him your phone and tell him to order whatever he wants. He nods, taking it from you.

“So what exactly do you need to find someone the perfect match?” Yoongi asks, intrigued by the matchmaker and his occupation,

“A lot of information, honestly. I do background checks, meet with the client, meet with the client’s friends and family. I go to their homes and see how they live. I analyze every aspect of them.” Namjoon explains as he looks at Yoongi.

Yoongi nods, “so you know everything about Y/n?”

“I know a lot,” Namjoon nods in confirmation.

“So you know about Kim Seokjin? She never talks about him but I know that must be important.”

“Kim Seokjin?” Namjoon asks. You huff, glaring at your best friend.

Yoongi stuffs a handful of chips in his mouth before muttering an oops.

“My ex. I thought you’d know his name though?” Namjoon shrugs, “I didn’t come to work tonight.”

“Fair, we’re glad you’re here as you and not as Matchmaker Kim.” Yoongi grins as he grabs another handful of chips, knowing he’s already put his foot in his mouth and should keep it occupied.

“I think he prefers Cupid,” you tease, making Namjoon blush as he playfully shoves you.

“Children, children, please.”

You throw a couch cushion at Yoongi, who dodges it and sticks his tongue out at you.

“Anyway…” Yoongi grabs the remote and begins scrolling through the movie options on the TV screen.

“Whatever is fine,” you shrug as you take a few chips out of the bowl. You settle into your seat, meanwhile, Yoongi grabs a cushion and sets it at your feet before plopping down on it to be closer to the coffee table where his snacks sit perfectly arranged.

Namjoon scoots closer trying to see the screen better as you offer him a drink, which he gladly accepts.

“Thank you,” Namjoon says as you hand him a coke. Yoongi continues to scroll through the movie choices, humming to himself.

“Wait!” you shout, startling both men as Yoongi turns around to look at you, a dark brow raised in annoyance.

“What?” he asks.

“I want to watch Shrek,” you state as Namjoon chuckles from beside you.

“Again?” Yoongi huffs, turning back to the screen and then looking at Namjoon. “We can outvote her real quick.”

Namjoon’s ears burn red at being put on the spot, your pouty lips making him give in with a sigh, “Shrek is fine.”

“Damn, we could have had her outnumbered,” Yoongi whines as he starts the movie. “The second one is the best one anyway.”

“You only like it because of Puss in Boots,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, Antonio Banderas is hot!” Namjoon quips, making Yoongi chuckle.

“I mean, he’s right.”

“That’s something we can all agree on then,” you grin as you grab the blanket thrown over the couch to put on your lap.

Nearly fifteen minutes into the movie, your doorbell rings, and Yoongi scrambles off his cushion as he runs to the door.

“Hey! Thanks!” He says as he takes the pizza and sides from the delivery person and hands them their tip before wishing them a good night.

“Food’s here!” Yoongi announces, despite the both of you being aware. Namjoon helps you make space on the coffee table so Yoongi can set the food down.

“Ugh! This is so good!” You practically moan at the first bite of pizza you take. Your eyes flutter shut as the delectable scent of the pizza fills your nose. Namjoon chuckles, agreeing that it does taste amazing.

You stuff yourselves full, groaning after about how you can’t move but still mouth every line of the movie along with Namjoon and Yoongi.

“This scene always breaks my heart,” you pout, pulling the blanket closer to your chest to hug it.

“You’ve seen it a million times, Y/n,” Yoongi laughs as he shakes his head but rests his head on his knees after.

“It’s sad! Let me be sad!” You retort as Fiona and Donkey talk while Shrek eavesdrops. “Why does love have to be complicated? Can’t you just be with the person who feels like home? Someone who’s your friend, who makes you laugh, who can be your comfort when life gets tough…”

Namjoon looks over at you, his eyes taking in every bit of your profile. Your eyes are filled with unshed tears, glossy as the light reflects off them. A small sniffle captures his attention, drawing him to your nose as you sniffle once again. Your hand lays on the couch, and with a burst of courage, he places his hand over yours. His thumb rubs your hand, offering you a squeeze of comfort.

You look over at him, smiling weakly as you lace your fingers with his. You turn your gaze back to the screen, watching as Lord Fuckwad… sorry, Farquad comes to get Fiona himself.

Throughout the rest of the movie, your hands remain entwined and Namjoon can’t help but feel at ease like his hand belongs in yours. And instead of it terrifying him, it soothes him.

Your mother calls Thursday reminding you of the small family gathering occurring Saturday night. You groan, “mom…”

“No, bring Yoongi if you want to. I love that boy, he’s so sweet and charming,” your mom says and you sigh, promising to ask your best friend to accompany you, otherwise, you wouldn’t be going at all.

*

[You]: Jooooniiieee!

[Joonie 💘]: Y/nnnnnnn

You giggle, shaking your head. You smile, biting your lip as you write your next text.

[You]: Are you busy Saturday night?

[You]: I have this family party and I know I’d have more fun if you were there with me

[You]: Feel free to say no though… seriously I won’t blame you if you say no

[Joonie💘]: Will your mom be upset if I show up?

[Joonie💘]: I mean, I’m supposed to be working for you…?

[You]: Don’t worry about her, I want you there. Yoongi might go, I’m sure my mom called him as well and you could bring someone if you want to

[You]: Seriously, Joonie, no pressure at all

Namjoon’s fingers hover over his phone. He knows he’s crossing boundaries he shouldn’t even be near, but then the thought of seeing you excites him. He remembers the softness and warmth of your hand in his, and that alone is enough for him to agree to go with you (and Yoongi).

[You]: Thank you, Joonie! You’re the best!

[Joonie💘]: I am, aren’t I? ;)

His text has your heart skipping a beat… he really was.

“Okay, here are the rules…” You start as Yoongi parks his car outside of your mother’s house. The driveway is littered with cars and Yoongi has parked away from everyone, making sure he can’t get blocked in when you want to go home later.

“Rules?” Namjoon’s brows rise in confusion. “There are rules for a party? At your mom’s house?”

“Yup, so pay attention, Lover Boy,” Yoongi chimes in as he looks out of his window to see the party already thriving.

“The first rule, arrive in your own car so you can leave whenever you want,” you raise one finger, and Namjoon nods, still puzzled.

“The second rule, greet everyone in attendance. Three, you have to try the food, even if you gotta spit it out later. Four, if my uncle Javi offers you a drink, say no. You’ll blackout before you finish it… Yoongi learned that the hard way, didn’t you?” You look at your best friend, who shrugs.

“I had fun.”

“Yeah, you don’t remember if you did,” you huff. “I think that’s it…”

“Seems doable,” Namjoon nods as you undo your seatbelt and get out of the car, followed by Yoongi.

“Come on,” you say, grabbing Namjoon’s hand. Yoongi smirks as he leads the three of you past the cars and toward the party around back.

Your mom is in the middle of doing shots with her sister when you finally reach the guests. You shake your head, a smile on your lips as she spots you, shouting your name. You let go of Namjoon’s hand, going over to her to hug her.

“You came!” She smiles before going to hug Yoongi. “Oh, I missed you! Why don’t you come to visit more?”

Yoongi blushes, “I’ve had to work more hours.”

“Come over whenever you want!” Your mother exclaims and you sigh.

“I’m right here,” you pout and she smiles.

“I love you,” she said as she noticed Namjoon standing behind you, awkwardly.

“Namjoon!”

“Hello,” he waves and your mom pulls him into a hug, which surprises Namjoon.

“It’s so good to see you! Have you and Y/n become friends? You’re welcome here any time!” Your mom smiles before her sister is calling her name and she’s leaving the three of you with a wave of her hand.

“I’m going to get a drink,” Yoongi walks away leaving you with Namjoon.

“Sorry about that,” you smile sheepishly.

“She’s nice,” Namjoon comments, his dimpled smile putting you at ease. You take his hand in yours, leading him to the table with the food, stopping to introduce him to your family as you go.

Namjoon stares at the array of food as you hand him a plate, grabbing one for yourself as you go down to the table and grab some of your favorites. Namjoon does the same before he notices the bar set up on the other end of the yard. A DJ has just finished setting up and music fills the air shortly after.

“Your mom sure knows how to throw a party. What’s the occasion?” Namjoon asks as you find a table to sit at far from most of your family. Yoongi has long disappeared, and you know you’ll see him again when he’s ready to go.

“It’s Saturday,” you shrug.

“Saturday?” Namjoon repeats. You nod as you take a bite of your food, chewing and swallowing before elaborating, “my mom likes to host parties, so she’ll throw one at least once a month. I’ll have to bring you over for my cousin’s third birthday party next month.”

“Will it be this elaborate?” Namjoon asks out of curiosity as he takes in the party. There are guests doing shots, dancing, playing games, children running around playing tag or hide-n-seek. There’s a large cake at a dessert table, more snacks on another table and he’s sure there’s a man dressed in a robot suit waiting to start his show.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “Except it’ll be themed.”

“Sounds like fun,” Namjoon grins. He looks at you, placing his hand over yours. You smile at him,

“You know, other than Yoongi, you’re the only one I’ve ever invited to a family gathering,” you stab your fork into a strawberry before bringing it to your lips. Namjoon tilts his head in question, “Really?”

You wrap your lips around the strawberry. Namjoon swears his heart stops when your pretty lips bite down on the fruit.

“I love my family, but there’s always some type of drama going on. I just mind my business and move it along, which is why I always have my own ride home. A getaway car if you will.”

“I guess next time, I’ll take you to meet my family,” Namjoon says as he squeezes your hand. “You’ve met Ames, but I think you’d like the rest of my family as well. I hope.”

“I’m sure I will,” you assure him.

“You have got to try the drinks at the bar,” Yoongi states as he comes back carrying a blue drink that looks radioactive.

“Yoongi!” You exclaim.

“It’s non-alcoholic,” Yoongi rolls his eyes before offering you the drink to taste. You wrap your lips around the straw, taking a sip.

“That tastes like a Push-Pop,” you stick your tongue out and it’s tinted blue. Namjoon laughs as Yoongi walks away with his drink.

“Do you want to go to the bar? There might be something better up there,” you suggest. Namjoon nods, rising from his seat before pulling your chair out. You thank him, your hand in his as you cross the yard to get to the bar, taking a seat on the stool.

You take a look at the menu, Namjoon looking at it over you, his breath ghosting your bare shoulder. You look up at him, your eyes locked on him. Namjoon’s gaze moves down to your lips and back to your eyes. It would be so easy to close the gap between your lips… so easy.

“What can I get you?” you’re startled by the bartender, his dashing smile making your eyes widen.

“Uh, we haven’t decided yet,” you murmur as you look down at the menu. The bartender smiles, telling you to wave him down when you’re ready as he goes to serve someone else.

“I think I’ll just get a strawberry daiquiri,” you look over the menu, and half the drinks look a little out there. You’re not too sure you’d enjoy a Push-Pop drink like Yoongi’s either.

Namjoon waves the bartender down, ordering drinks for both of you. Yoongi appears on your right, setting his empty glass on the counter. He turns his back to the bar, elbows resting on the counter as he observes the party.

“Your mom is a few shots away from starting karaoke,” Yoongi chuckles, grinning at you. You sigh, “it’s not a Y/L/N party without it.”

“We’ll be long gone by then,” Yoongi looks at both you and Namjoon, noting how Joon is standing at your side despite there being a free seat beside him. Yoongi looks down to see your hands entwined.

“Definitely,” you agree as your drinks are set in front of you. You take a sip, sighing happily at the taste before Yoongi disappears once again. You know you should really ask him where he goes off too, but since you’re not left alone this time, you’ll let it go.

Namjoon turns his body toward you, his drink in his hand. He swirls it with his straw, “the bartender hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”

Namjoon chuckles, “the bartender? He’s been staring at you this whole time.”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed,” you shrug, taking another long sip of your drink. “I’m not interested anyway.”

“You’re not?” Namjoon asks, curiosity clear in his tone.

“No, I have you,” you say with a smile that has Namjoon’s heart flipping in his chest.

“Yeah… you do,” Namjoon whispers as he downs his drink. This wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? You couldn’t mean you had him, right? You meant you had him to make your match… right?

“Come on, sleepyhead,” You groan as you lead Yoongi to the car, setting him in the backseat. Namjoon helped carry most of his weight to get him to the car.

“Does he always take off to nap in your house?” Namjoon asks as he gets in the passenger’s seat.

“Probably,” you get in the driver’s seat. You’d only had two sips of your drink when you’d first arrived and now it was nearing midnight and Yoongi had fallen asleep and refused to wake up.

You drive Yoongi to his house, getting him inside safely with Namjoon’s help. You tuck him in before going back out to the car with Namjoon and heading to his house next.

Shortly after, you pull into Namjoon’s driveway. You turn to look at him, finding that he’s already looking at you, “thank you for coming tonight.”

“I had fun,” he grins. You sigh in relief, making him laugh.

“Your family is fun and I enjoyed spending time with you,” Namjoon undoes his seatbelt. You wish the night didn’t have to end, a pout on your lips that Namjoon doesn’t miss.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, his hand reaching to caress your cheek. You instantly lean into his palm, holding his wrist to keep it in place. Your heart races in your chest, your eyes locked on his.

Namjoon is captivated by you, he can feel his heart thundering in his chest. He hesitates, he wants to kiss you, desperately.

“Namjoon,” the soft whisper of his name is all he needs to press his lips against yours. You kiss him back immediately, loving how your lips are slotted perfectly against his. He’s a great kisser, you instantly realize as your hands grip his shoulders.

Namjoon’s hands cup your face, his lips easily moving with yours perfectly. Happiness explodes in his chest, fireworks bursting behind his eyelids.

The kiss is short but tender, leaving you breathless.

Namjoon bites his bottom lip, his eyes sparkle as they meet your flushed face. You push a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling shy.

A smile appears on Namjoon’s lips, “goodnight, Yn.”

You watch him go, whispering, “goodnight.”

Namjoon lays in bed the next morning, last night’s memories filling his head as he stares up at the ceiling.

His fingers brush his lips, remembering the warmth of your lips on his less than twelve hours ago. He wonders if you’re thinking about him as well. He wants to see you again. He wants to kiss you again. Hold you again.

These thoughts are dangerous. Illusions of what could never happen, not with you.

“I’m supposed to be finding her a match,” he chides himself, his palms rubbing his face as he groans, muffling the frustrated scream that escapes him. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this to her. She needs her perfect match, not me.”

Namjoon feels his chest tighten.

“I can’t do this to her… not to her.”

You awake with a smile on your face, your phone ringing with Namjoon’s picture of you two at the rooftop bar. You’re both smiling at the camera, the skyline behind you.

“Hello?” you chirp as you sit up.

“Hey,” you immediately notice his voice doesn’t sound as cheerful as usual.

“What’s wrong, Joonie?” you ask, your voice laced with concern.

Namjoon sighs, your name leaving his lips in a despondent tone and your heart sinks to your stomach; he regretted the kiss.

“Don’t.”

“Y/n… I shouldn’t have kissed you.” Namjoon can feel his heart splintering as he speaks. He looks up at his ceiling, swallowing thickly. Scalding tears well in his eyes, one rolling down his cheek. He licks his lips but that does nothing to soothe the dryness in his mouth or the burning pain in his throat.

“I said don’t! Don’t ruin this, Joon. Don’t!” You cry out, surprising yourself. You couldn’t believe this was happening! Not after last night, not after he kissed you. This had to be some sort of nightmare, a bad dream that you’d be waking up from soon. But the way your chest wracks with oncoming sobs and your hand trembles as you clutch your phone to your ear, you know it’s not.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I’m not your match, I shouldn’t have done that…”

“You know what? Fuck finding my match. I don’t want to be matched. All it does is lead to heartache, so much heartache. I’m done, Namjoon. I won’t be needing your services any longer.” You spit angrily, surprised fire doesn’t spout from your lips. How could he do this?

“Y/n…” Namjoon starts but you interrupt.

“Goodbye.”

You throw your phone on the bed after hanging up. You curl up in your bed, pulling the comforter over your head as tears wrack through you. Your tears soak your pillowcase as you shake forcefully with sobs.

You should have known better. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to let him in, to let anyone in. You thought… it doesn’t matter what you thought because Namjoon had told you it was a mistake. A mistake.

“Fuck you, Namjoon. Fuck you!”

Namjoon tries to call you back but he’s sent to voicemail over and over again. He feels awful but he knows it’s for the best. He should just let you go like you let him go. He shouldn’t have allowed himself to get so close. You were supposed to be a client, that’s all. So why was his heart aching so much at the thought of never seeing you again or hearing your voice?

“It’s for the best,” he tells himself as he sets his phone down. “It’s for the best.”

*

“You’re an idiot,” Ames doesn’t hesitate to say as she sits beside her brother.

“She was my client,” Namjoon protests weakly, making his sister roll her eyes.

“That was long gone the moment you brought her to the rooftop. She must have been special for you to take her and by what you’ve told me, it sounds like you were special to her too.”

Namjoon groans, this isn’t what he wanted to hear when he had invited his sister over to talk. He expected her to agree with him, keeping personal lives apart from work.

Ames shakes her head, “how long are you going to keep sabotaging yourself?”

“I am not!” Namjoon retorts, looking offended.

“You are! You found happiness, true happiness in her and you let her go. For someone who’s in the business of love, you sure do fear it,” Ames shakes her head. “You deserve to be happy, to be loved, to be cherished. You got into this business to bring couples together, so why can’t you do the same for yourself? What are you afraid of, Namjoon?”

Namjoon can feel tears well up in his eyes, “I’m afraid I won’t be enough. That she’ll leave.”

“I understand, I do, but fear does nothing but hold you back. You’re going to miss out on so fucking much because you let your fear consume you. You’re not living, you’re hiding and going through the shadows, and for what? To be miserable because you can’t admit to yourself that you have feelings for her? When was the last time someone made you feel like this? Made you feel like you were home? Like the weight of the world isn’t so heavy after all? You deserve happiness despite what demons linger around in your head. You are worthy, Namjoon. Don’t let fear win again, not this time, not when you’re in love with her.”

Namjoon is speechless, utterly speechless.

Ames is right, he knows she is but he’s fucked up so bad. He’s sure you wouldn’t answer any call or text he sent. He royally fucked up because he was scared. He’d seen so many relationships end, tried to save many that ended up crumbling anyway. Did he have what it took to save this one? To make it last? He hoped so.

“I fucked it all up, Ames. There’s no way she will talk to me,” Namjoon admits dejectedly.

“Obviously, you broke her heart,” Ames sighs as she scowls at her brother. Namjoon withers under her hard gaze, feeling like a child.

“What do I do? What can I even do now?” Namjoon is at a loss. His heart aching as he realized he could have truly lost you for good, all because he was afraid. He wished he’d never made that phone call, never heard the sadness in your voice and the hurt of it all. How would you ever forgive him?

“Try calling her and if that doesn’t work, call the best friend,” Ames suggests, and Namjoon grimaces. Yoongi was not going to want to talk to him, sure he hated Namjoon’s guts.

“I don’t think Yoongi would answer,” Namjoon admits as he twiddles his thumbs.

“You won’t know until you try,” Ames says as she ushers her brother out the door to try and salvage what he’s ruined.

Namjoon sits in his car for a moment to collect his thoughts before driving home. Regret filled his body, why did he always do this to himself?

It didn’t matter, Namjoon told himself. He’d at least try and if you still wanted nothing to do with him then he’d accept it but at the very least he had to apologize. He knew you felt the same for him as he did for you and although it was still blooming and unsure of where your paths would go, Namjoon had to at least try.

When he’s in the comfort of his home, he sits on the couch. Your contact is on his screen, his finger hovering over the screen, hesitating to call.

“Just do it,” he huffs as he inhales deeply and pressed ‘call’. The line ringing makes his heart skyrocket as he waits but you don’t answer. He can’t help but be disappointed, although he suspected this was going to be the result. You didn’t want to hear from him, and he couldn’t blame you.

Namjoon calls Yoongi, and much to his surprise, he answers on the first ring, “You fucked up Cupid.”

Namjoon sighs in relief, “I know, trust me, I know.”

“What are you gonna do? You finally realized you liked her after you told her the kiss was a mistake? Can’t say I’m too happy with you right now, Lover Boy.” Yoongi says as he sits back in his bed.

“I know. I fucked up, Yoongi. I was scared, fuck. I always fucking do this. I get scared and let it consume me until it ruins everything around me,” Namjoon groans.

“Well, she’s just as upset as you are. More, actually. So again, what are you going to do?”

“I need to talk to her but she won’t answer my calls. I’ve tried texting her but nothing.”

Yoongi sighs, debating on whether he should meddle or not. On the one hand, he wanted you to be happy and it’s been a long time since he'd seen you genuinely happy with someone that wasn’t him.

However, Namjoon had hurt you and he didn’t like that one bit.

“Namjoon…” Yoongi licks his lips, his heart weighing heavy in his chest. “Is she the one you want? I can’t be getting involved if you’re only going to hurt her more.”

Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to answer, “I do! I do, Yoongi. Trust me, I’ve been regretting making that phone call. I’m not losing her again, I can’t.”

Yoongi nods, “I’ll text you in about an hour with a location. Don’t fuck this up, Cupid.”

“Yoongi, what are we doing here?” You look at the restaurant you’ve arrived at, not expecting it to be your destination when you’d agreed to go to lunch with your best friend. Your eyes linger on the gazebo you had sat at with Namjoon, and the memory sears your heart as you force yourself to look away, blinking away the tears that have welled in your eyes.

“Getting lunch,” he answers simply with a shrug. He takes your hand and leads you through the entrance, stopping only to tell the hostess you needed a table for two.

“Yoongi,” you whine as you take your seat on the patio, away from everyone else. The empty tables around you make you feel better, not wanting to be around anyone other than your friend.

“Hush, you’ve barely left the house since The Thing. You need some fresh air and some sun.”

“The Thing? it has a name now?” You roll your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest. You click your tongue. “I was rejected by a matchmaker, Yoongi. Don’t call it The Thing.”

“Yeah, yeah. You still like him though. You were falling for him and you miss him, no matter how much you try to deny it. I know you, Y/n.” Yoongi’s eye contact doesn’t waver as he reaches over the table to squeeze your hand. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he glances at it before putting it away. “Now, I need a drink if I’m gonna be sitting out here, so I’m going to the bar real quick.”

Without waiting for a response, Yoongi rises from his seat, humming to himself. The bar is on the opposite side of the patio, far enough from you to not be able to hear Yoongi order whiskey on the rocks and eye the door that leads into the restaurant. Namjoon opens the door slowly after getting Yoongi’s confirmation text that you’d both arrived. He felt guilty about luring you out like this, and he knew it wasn’t his best decision if you’d been avoiding him. For a brief moment, Yoongi and Namjoon lock eyes. Yoongi raises his glass at him, nodding in your direction. He’s done his part, it was up to Namjoon to do the rest.

Yoongi watches you intently, noting the surprised look on your face when it’s Namjoon that sits across from you and not your scheming best friend. You scowl, eyes like daggers as you mouth ‘I hate you’ to Yoongi.

Anger boils in the pit of your stomach, hands growing clammy as they clenched into fists on your lap. Your hard gaze shifts from your meddling best friend, to the man who crushed your heart like a soda can.

Namjoon says your name softly, nerves thrumming throughout his body as he takes you in. Your hair sits right above your shoulders, gently blowing in the wind. Your makeup is light, subtle, and perfect for lunch out with your friend. Your lipstick matches your sundress and despite the stoic look on your face, you look radiant. It makes him gulp. Why had he fucked it up?

“Joon,” the nickname slips, and you sigh. Your hand moves from your lap to grab your straw, stirring your glass of water, the ice clinking against the glass. “What are you doing here?”

You look away from the glass, meeting his dark eyes. They look apologetic and you resist the urge to scoff. “I thought you said everything you needed to that morning?”

Namjoon feels his throat closing up at your harshness, but he knows he hurt you and he wishes so desperately that he hadn’t. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Okay, you’re sorry for kissing me?”

Grabbing your purse off the table, you send one last glare to Yoongi as you rise from your seat and head to the gate that leads to the town square. You stomp your feet, grumbling under your breath.

“No!” Namjoon protests immediately following after you. Yoongi’s eyebrows rise as he finishes his drink, paying for it before he’s going after the both of you.

When you halt, Namjoon almost crashes into you. He apologizes profusely as he walks around you, pausing to notice the gazebo that’s captured your attention. A sniffle escapes you, and you curse as you take a shuddered breath.

“Y/n, I’m sorry I ever made that phone call. Never would I regret kissing you,” Namjoon states but you refuse to meet his eyes. Instead, you walk forward toward the gazebo and take a seat on the bench.

Namjoon sits beside you hesitantly. “I was scared. It’s lame, I know but it’s the truth. I’m supposed to be professional, to find your perfect match, not to fall for you… and when we kissed…”

Trailing off, Namjoon looks down at his hands, twiddling his thumbs as he ignores the blush that heats his cheeks. His throat feels dry, and he’s suddenly unable to speak. That’s when you turn to him, biting your lip as you study him. You notice the way he’s twiddling his thumbs, his knee shaking, and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. His cheeks are pink, his forehead beading with sweat, and his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Startled, Namjoon’s eyes land on your hand that you’ve placed over his knee to stop the shaking. A shaky sigh leaves his lips as he looks up, locking eyes with yours. “After we kissed… I knew I never wanted to kiss anyone else ever again.”

“Namjoon,” you breathe his name softly. Your icy resolve melted despite knowing you should keep him at arm’s length but you couldn’t. You’d missed him, you hoped for this moment, for him.

“I fucked up again. And I understand if you never want to see or hear from me after today but I want to say that I’m sorry for lying about regretting our kiss and for hurting you. I never want to hurt you again. I’ll cherish every moment we spent together, and I hope you’re able to find someone perfect for you.” Namjoon swallows thickly, nodding as he goes to rise but your hand reaches for him to stop him.

“I never wanted a perfect match,” is what you say. Namjoon sits back down with his knee pressed against yours as he turns his body to face you. “All I wanted was to find love and be loved, Joon.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes but you wave him off before pressing your finger to his lips.

“I found that with you, Namjoon. I want it with you but you hurt me. If we- if we pursue this, I need to know I can trust you with my heart. Trust you won’t break it again. I may be foolish for giving you a second chance, but I want you. I like you.” A small smile appears on your lips, ignoring the pounding of your heart and the rush of your blood in your ears.

“You’d give me a second chance?” Namjoon is shocked, not expecting this at all. If anything, he just wanted to apologize but this was better than he could have imagined. A dimpled smile lights up his face, his hands gripping yours. “I promise, I will never hurt you again. I don’t ever want to make you feel like that again and I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you.”

“You promise?” you ask tentatively.

“I promise,” Namjoon answers earnestly.

You stand pulling him with you to hug him. You’ve missed him so much, missed his touch. Namjoon’s hand caresses your cheek, his eyes twinkle when they meet yours.

“Did you forgive him or can I punch him now?” Yoongi shouts from his spot a few feet away from the gazebo, an ice cream cone in his hand.

You look over your shoulder at him, laughing as you flip him off. He shrugs, licking his ice cream and smiling to himself. He was grateful to see you happy once again.

“Ignore him,” you whisper as Namjoon chuckles softly.

You place your hand on his shoulder, melting under his touch. Your eyes flit to his lips and back to his intense gaze. Your palm moving to his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart against his ribcage.

Slowly, you lean forward to bridge the gap between your lips, earning a soft gasp from him as they meet. With gentle hands, Namjoon pulls you closer, deepening the kiss further as his fingers thread through your hair. As you wrap your arms around his neck, you know his are the only lips you ever want to kiss again.

Across town in Namjoon’s office, his printer is slowly working and releasing a single sheet. Ames, Namjoon’s sister, grabs it. A bright grin overcomes her as she lays the sheet of paper on her brother’s desk.

                                Kim Namjoon and Y/L/N Y/N                                                    100%                                             Perfect Match

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube.

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↣ you find out that youtube isn’t the only site he uses to satisfy his subscribers. what do you do with that information?

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pairing — asmr artist/camboy!yoongi x reader

genre/rating — R | fluff, smut, s2l, college au

word count — 15K [excluding the texts]

warnings/tags — strong language, same au as ‘whipped,’ cocky yoongi 🥴, GINGER yoongi !! (a warning in itself), oh god flirting, unhygienic sharing of a lollipop, yoongi is down bad, sexting, exchange of explicit images, ex-bf!yeonjun, mentions of alcohol, y/n is obsessed with the color purple, hand kink, voice kink, breast kink ofc, drool play, harmless stalking, pda, just guys being dudes, bad pickup lines, one jealous roommate, explicit smut — use of a vibrator + flogger, slight masochism, masturbation (f & m), voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, biting/scratching, degradation, name-calling, tongue sucking, a few slaps, oral (f & m), brief boob job, hickeys, deep throating, clit pinching, pussy slapping, spanks, rimming, brief handjob, edging, hair pulling, choking, nipple play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms + positions, reverse cowgirl, unprotected sex, cumshots, post-sex cuddles

a/n — ah another fic about my love for yoongi’s hands + voice sjjdkske (for the sexy pics, I don’t include any to try & be as reader inclusive as possible) when you’re reading the chats don’t swipe bc there’s commentary in between okay? okay 😤

Just like any other Friday evening, you poke your head around the doorframe in annoyance, glaring at the RA who continues to yell at the boisterous students. Counterproductive threats booming out down the hallway, just as noisy as the rest of them. Quickly rushing back inside your room, you fix your pigtails and give your reflection a small nod before stepping out again, leaning on the notice board with a playful smile on your face, arms folded.

“Namjoon!”

His head snaps in your direction and you raise a hand, fingers wiggling around as he charges toward you, chest heaving once he comes to a stop just a foot away.

“Hi,” he beams, eyes wandering down your bare legs, “cute pajamas.”

With a hand over your mouth, you giggle, slapping his toned chest lightly, “thank you. What’s going on? Kids giving you trouble again?”

He chuckles, reaching up to rub the back of his neck, “yeah. Why didn’t anyone warn me before I signed up?”

Lips in an exaggerated frown, you shrug, “should’ve read the fine print. Anyway—” you take a step toward him, watching him stiffen before he sucks in a sharp breath when your freshly painted nails drag down the collar of his blue golfer “—do you think you can keep them out? I have an early shift tomorrow and my back hurts from sitting at my desk all day.”

His hooded eyes widen, “yeah, yeah. I’ll try. You know how it goes once it hits Friday night.”

A rowdy group of students push past you and Namjoon holds up a fist, ready to cuss them out when you grab his hand, hoping your pleading eyes will work this time too.

“Please.”

He sighs, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Really?” You spring forward, reaching up to wrap your arms around his bulky shoulders, “thank you so much, Joon.��

“No problem,” he shoots you a dimpled smile, hand lingering on your waist, “hey, do you want some coffee or anything? It’s the Art students turn this week. They set up downstairs.”

You smile, socked feet sliding across the tile, “no thanks. Have a nice weekend.”

His ‘you too’ is muffled by your door, a tired hand scraping down your face before you flop back down on the bed and return to your…task.

Truth is, you don’t have an early shift tomorrow. You’re on track with all your assignments and coursework, for now. All you want is a Friday night of peace and quiet, this one especially since Mira, your impertinent roommate, is away for the weekend with her on-and-off boyfriend. She might return early, knowing the history of their little ‘trips’ but you’ll bask in the luxury of having the whole room to yourself. By doing what? Your latest guilty pleasure.

Life was boring. Would you stop complaining about it? No. Would you do anything about it? Also no.

But how did you end up here? Seeking comfort from a faceless man you’ve never met before, won’t ever meet in the future either. You once regarded such videos with open disdain, judgement. Yet here you are. Again, how did you end up here? It’s a simple story, really. At least you’d like to believe it is.

Broken-hearted, you had returned to your dorm room one night in shallow tears, collapsing on your bed to sob it out before blocking Yeonjun, your most-recent ex, off every single social media platform. Even Pinterest. Mira, equally saddened by the news for completely different reasons, was there to comfort you and dab away your tears before she disappeared with her friends after she got bored of your snot and sniffles. It was only a matter of time before his growing follower count got to him. More attention from the girls in his Tiktok comments meant less effort put into your relationship. Your puny heart.

That was that.

A month and a half sped by, and you started to appreciate Namjoon, your dorm’s Resident Advisor, more. You knew he had a crush on you from the first day you met him and the cute dents in his cheeks. Sometimes you felt a little guilty for taking advantage of that but hey, you need your quiet time and living in a dorm doesn’t guarantee a serene evening for you to complete your extensive self-care routine. Especially on this campus.

Damn Youtube’s algorithm. One night spent watching ASMR recipe videos and you couldn’t crawl back out of that dark hole. But then, that very same hole got darker and darker. Harmless recipe videos turned you into an ASMR addict. Not the weird kind, but still weird nonetheless. Youtube ran with it.

‘ASMR Soft kisses and head scratching.’

‘ASMR Boyfriend comforts you after a bad day.’

‘ASMR Boyfriend gives you a relaxing massage. Major tingles.’

The titles alone had you tearing up. How did they know you were lonely and touch-starved? So, with shifty eyes over your laptop screen, you clicked. From that it escalated, but you didn’t enjoy them all. Some were really cringe, but you were still curious.

‘Tsundere boyfriend gets jealous and punishes you.’

‘In bed with your best friend’s older brother ~spicy~’

‘Possessive Dominant Boyfriend gets jealous.’ Ick.

Each night you were on the hunt for a voice you could endure listening to without wanting to bury your head in the sand and never touch your laptop ever again. How did you get in so deep? It was entertaining and it wasn’t long before you found someone who was the whole package.

Extremely low and husky voice, nice, really nice hands, actually understands the concept of ASMR and posts content weekly.

agust d asmr

Like always, since you had all this time on your hands, you wanted to start from the beginning. However, his most recent upload caught your eye.

‘Sleep Inducing Scalp Massage’

“Hey guys. Welcome back to another video. As always, please sit back and relax. Tonight I will be giving you a scalp massage. I have a few tools here with me. Don’t forget to like and subscribe. And visit the link in my description box. Only if you want to.”

Good lord. You remember how you had to lie down just to take in his hypnotic drawl. You didn’t think it was even humanely possible for someone to have such a sexy, smoky voice? And his whispers. You were biting your fist. His face wasn’t visible, but you could see his neck and the upper part of his body, rings adorned his hands that kept stroking the dark wig he had placed in front of him. With a few shuffles up your bed, you settled under the blanket on your side, keeping your earphones in as you propped the laptop in the empty space next to you. Mira was out that night, as usual, so you didn’t care to turn down the brightness on your screen.

More suggestions popped up under the video and you were itching to click on the next one. When you clicked play once again, it felt like every strand of hair on your body stood erect. He dragged his nails down either side of the wig, lingering a bit on the top to scratch a bit.

“First, let me get the scalp oil to warm you up for the rest. This is gonna be one of my longer videos.”

He chuckled and your fingers tingled as you scrolled through the comments, laughing to yourself.

‘Welcome to another episode of I want to be that wig so bad.’

‘I would literally pay him to do this to me.’

‘His hands are such pretty necklaces 😏’

Oh. Liked by creator?

It went downhill from there. The next suggestion was something you had seen before from another creator, but his soporific voice made it all the more enjoyable.

“I’m just going to brush out all the knots in your hair. Okay?”

Reflexively, you had answered his every question. Feeling a little stupid but bordering turned on and sleepy as the video progressed.

“I got this brush this morning. Especially for you. It’s fresh and crisp. Does that feel good?”

It felt weird to even think it, but his mouth sounds were awfully enticing. The way he took his time enunciating each syllable.

“You have lovely hair. Soft…and silky.”

Your eyes felt heavy, you turned up the volume and brought the edge of the blanket up to your chin. Somehow, you had fallen asleep only to be rudely awaken by the blaring shampoo ad at the end of the video. Cursing and muttering, you had clicked on the next video and shut your eyes immediately, a little wary of another unsuspecting advertisement disrupting your trance.

“Hey guys. Welcome back to another video. This is a little different from what I usually post on here, so please do let me know in the comments if you want to see more of this. As always, sit back and relax. Click the link in my description for later…Only if you want to.”

Immediately, your heartbeat steadied to its regular pace while you were getting comfortable once again, head a little hot from that obnoxious ad. It was just a black screen, with occasional purple hearts flashing now and again. It had made you smile a bit.

“There’s going to be less talking tonight. I guess you can tell from the title alone—", deep and throaty chuckle “—so close your eyes and enjoy.”

You peeled your eyes open, scanning the title with droopy eyelids.

‘Sleep sounds – heavy breathing, light snoring + head scratches’

There’s light shuffling and then you felt like you were levitating. His heavy, labored breath filtered through your earphones followed by a patting sound. Not even five minutes in and you were squealing. Entranced by agust d asmr.

Tonight was no different, two weeks in and you couldn’t get a wink of sleep without giving your favorite asmrist a listen.

“What were you watching last night?”

Rubbing your eyes with the heels of your palms, you flop back against your pillows, turning to Mira groggily.

“Nothing.”

She sits at the edge of her bed, fixing her hair, “when I got here, your laptop was open and you were KO.”

“Oh.”

To your horror, she has that familiar smug look on her face and you’re suddenly wide awake.

“Did you—”

“You’re so lonely that you actually resorted to watching boyfriend ASMR videos?”

She cackles, throwing her head back with mocking laughter. You grimace, quickly coming to your defense only for her to shut you down like she always does.

“It’s okay,” she sniggers, holding up her palms placatingly, “I’m not judging. But maybe if you actually came along last night, you wouldn’t have to watch all that weird shit.”

Frowning, you hop off the bed and walk around her, snatching up the outfit you set out last night. She watches you with a mirthful smile, pushing her glasses up the slope of her nose.

“I don’t watch those videos all the time, it just happened to pop up on my Youtube feed so I watched it and fell off to sleep,” you justify, reaching around her for your bag of toiletries, “it just came up.”

She nods, “well then, are you coming with me tonight?”

“I don’t think so. I have a late shift—”

With an eyeroll, she stomps toward the door, grabbing her backpack from the desk, “see you later then.”

God. If there was one thing you wish you could do; go back in time and slap your past self for agreeing to share a room with Mira for another grueling year.

Before your shift later, you decide to take some time to go through agust d asmr’s Youtube page. You have three hundred and twelve videos to go through! Usually, you would take this time to do a little pre-read of your lecture notes for this week, but with all the spare time you have on your hands these days, you’ve already done that.

However, you’d have to be more careful this time. A cursory look over your shoulder to check if the door is fully closed, earphones plugged in and you’re set. You’re sat in front of your laptop, coffee and popcorn, courtesy of Namjoon, in hand as you explore his agust d asmr’s Youtube page. Perhaps you take every free minute as an opportunity to watch more of his videos because you’re insanely attracted to his voice and hands. That is the only explanation. Recently, you can’t get him out of your head and you find your mind wandering to the video you watched the night before. Be it in class, or at work.

When it comes down to your type, your exes, past lovers, they all had two things in common. Something you can’t avoid swooning over each time.

His first few videos are under five minutes, all with over 300K views, just to watch him play with slime, unbox his new filming equipment and—

‘Peeling tangerines for ten minutes straight.’

You snort, a little too loudly. Almost choking on a dry popcorn seed when you read his reply to a comment on that video.

‘I just wanna know who’s gonna eat all those tangerines.’ – ‘Me.’

The video itself is mesmerizing. Watching his fingers pat the skin of the fruit before his thumb dips into the center, slowly pulling back each section and taking extra care to pluck out the extra fibers. Then setting it inside the pretty basket kept to the side. Whilst peeling the last one, his fingers disappear from the frame, and you hear a sucking sound. Stomach twisting in on itself when you hear him say ‘so sweet.’

You know he’s hot. He sounds so hot. It’s driving you insane the more you watch but can you stop? No. You can’t even if you wanted to.

The video comes to an end unfortunately and you must choose another one to watch. You’re about to click on one when another thumbnail catches your eye. Specifically, the bracelet, the plastic band he’s wearing on his left wrist.

Disregarding the content of the video, you focus on that band, unsure of what to think. Your eyes must be deceiving you. It can’t be? Dragging the cursor over the bottom of the screen, you pause on one frame that shows the band clearly. Your heart leaps to your throat.

It’s not just a regular, plastic band. It’s the same cheap band they sell at your college at the beginning of every year when you register for your course. Stating that it’s made from recyclable materials and the proceeds go to charity. But what’s even worse is that you can SEE your college emblem, staring right back at you.

“Hey I forgot my—” Mira barges in, four eyes going zeroing in on your screen before you slam it shut. But she already saw. “—are you still watching boyfriend ASMR?”

You groan, “why do you call it that? No, I’m not!”

She falls onto your bed, popcorn toppling over with the bounce, “stop lying. I saw it. It’s so fucking weird. I don’t know how you even watch that shit.”

Shaking your head lightly, you open your laptop and point to the screen, watching her face intently.

“I think this guy goes to our college.”

“Oh shit,” she laughs, sitting up on her elbows, “you’re kidding? Play the video.”

Tucking your lower lip between your teeth, you look between her and the screen, an unknown feeling settling in your chest when a look of recognition falls over her features.

“Oh my fucking God. I could recognize those hands anywhere.”

“What?” Your voice is high-pitched, fingers grabbing at her shoulders, “who is he?!”

She swats your hands away, “chill out bro. He’s literally the hottest guy in my chem class.”

“What’s his name, you idiot?”

“Min Yoongi.”

Your head cocks to the side, “I haven’t heard his name before.”

She’s too focused on the screen now, legs settled under her thighs, “so he goes by Agust D on Youtube.”

“Oh my God, please don’t tell anyone. Maybe he wants to keep it a secret since he doesn’t show his face in any of his videos.”

Her mouth quirks to the side, “I won’t. But now I see the hype. His hands are literally the sexiest I have ever seen.”

“How come you never talked about him before?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. But anyway, I have to get back. Feels fun knowing a secret about the quiet guy. Still waters do run deep.”

You kneel on your bed, “wait! Don—” She’s gone just as quick as she arrived and you hear your alarm going off in the background.

On your way to work, you search up his name, Min Yoongi, on Instagram, finding him pretty quickly since you have a few mutual followers.

You stop in your tracks, jaw unhinged.

If that’s him in his profile picture…your mind is reeling. He is insanely handsome. Pretty. Luckily, he has an open account so you go crazy. One particular post catches your eye. He’s friends with Namjoon? You close Instagram and open up Twitter. Typing in his name to find…nothing. You try different variations, even filtering the search to ‘near you,’ but nothing shows up.

Thankfully, the fast-food restaurant you work at isn’t too busy at this hour, so you continue with your research once you get there.

Literally everyone you know has a Twitter account. It’s odd that he doesn’t. And then you’re back on the mobile Youtube app. Quickly turning down the volume, one of his videos being on your homepage for your speedy viewing. He doesn’t have any socials in the description box like other asmrists, but you remember a link being there. The one he refers to in all his videos and when you click on it, you’re directed to his Twitter page.

He has nearly ten thousand followers. And his account is private. What’s that about? You will find out eventually and just as you’re about to click follow, you remember that you are a student on the same campus as him. He CANNOT know that you watch his ASMR videos because how else did you find his account? When you tried searching ‘Agust D,’ nothing showed up, so the link is the only way to view his Twitter account.

With the few working braincells you have left, you create another Twitter account (username_purple) and decide to follow him from that account, but you’re interrupted.

You shove your phone in your pocket when you hear your coworker, Leah, call your name from the kitchen. Finding her with the telephone in her hand.

“It’s your mother,” she announces, returning to her place at the grimy stovetop.

Taking a heavy breath, you hold the phone to your ear, speaking in a hushed tone, “hey mum.”

“Hello darling, we miss you so much here at home. How are you keeping?”

You grit your teeth, “why are you phoning here? You know you can call me on my cell.”

“I know! But you said you don’t keep your cell on you when you’re working, so I just thought I’d use this number.”

“I do, but—” you groan softly, seeing Leah eye you from behind the counter, clearly nettled that you’re not on the job “—I’m doing okay. What about you?”

From your mother’s delayed reply, you can tell that something is on her mind. Ever since your family cat, White Socks, had passed last December, she has been calling more often and you feel terrible for not contacting her as often as you used to.

“Hey mum, I’ll talk to you later, okay? I need to get back to work.”

“Oh don’t worry. I just wanted to know how you were doing and how’s Yeonjun?”

That bothers you.

“Mum, you know we broke up like almost two months ago.”

She laughs, “right. I forgot. Well, I hope you’re not missing out on all that college boy—”

“Mum!”

“Tell me you’re seeing someone?”

You look heavenward, clutching the phone tightly, “yeah mum. Anyway, I have to go. Love you.”

“Oh thank goodness. Love you too. Be safe!”

Propping the phone back in the holster, you rinse your hands out then return to the front, pausing briefly when you see Namjoon at the back of the queue. Leah attends to the first few customers and then you’re up, your best customer service smile in place.

“Welcome to galbi, how can I help you?”

“Hi,” he smiles shyly, jutting his thumb somewhere behind him, “my friends and I wanted to know what time you guys close?”

Giggling internally, you point to the notice outside, “around 9.”

He nods, you’re aware that he just came in to talk to you. And then your attention is drawn to his friends outside. Is that…him? Holy—

Namjoon waves a hand in front of you, and you snap back to reality, hyperaware of the fact that the guy you spend your nights listening to for hours is standing a few feet away. In the flesh. With his sexy hands and voice and his muscular body. He’s a little shorter than you expected but he’s still taller than you. Much taller. Oh God, why are you drooling?

“Hm?”

Namjoon laughs, shiny teeth on display, “I said we’ll come back later if we’re hungry.”

You nod, “okay…uhm, where are you headed?”

He taps a beat on the edge of the counter, “it’s someone’s birthday. I don’t know who. But that’s where we’re going. Anyway, have a nice night.”

Absentmindedly, you convey your own greeting through a pensive smile, watching his little group of friends disappear into the night.

You’ve got to do it now. Or at least, when your shift is over.

Fishing your phone out of your jeans pocket, you open up Youtube, find the link again and request to follow him on Twitter. Just then, your phone pings with a message from Mira, phone almost slipping from your hands when you open it up.

He should accept your follow request soon and then you’d see what lies beyond. You know nothing about him, except that he runs an ASMR page and goes to your college and is extremely attractive.

After you shower, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that he had accepted your request, a victorious grin puffing up your cheeks as you throw on your lilac sleepshirt and hop in bed. Ready to do some more digging.

Why does he always use the butterfly emoji? It’s everywhere. Even on his Youtube page.

It’s past midnight and you know Mira won’t be arriving until morning. Clicking the link once again for a login/sign up page to pop up.

FLUTTERBY.COM

Halfway through and you realize that a monthly subscription fee is involved. Fuck. You can’t afford that. What’s up with the username suggestions? ‘cvmslvt’ ‘biteme’

But you need to know what lies beyond that link. Your bank account weeps as you fill in your card details and then you’re clear. Directed to a video player.

‘This stream will start shortly’

The website’s theme is glowing purples and blacks, the blue outline of butterflies on either side of the screen. That’s probably why he uses that emoji. Is it like a code? Code for this site? What is this site about? What did you even sign up for? Oh well, at least the aesthetic is pretty.

‘Glosshots will begin streaming shortly’

Glosshot—

Countless comments fly up the screen once the stream starts. All praises and very…thirsty. A suspicious empty office chair rolling into view before someone sits down, legs spread, face out of view…

Is that…him?

He speaks and oh boy, it is him.

“Hi, thank you for tuning in tonight. Looking at the votes from the last time, I think I know what you all want.”

You gulp. Head dipping lower to see his hands run up and down his thighs. Everyone in the comments is telling him to take out his…COCK?

WHAT SITE IS THIS? IS HE—IS THIS? OH MY GO—

“Oh? Many of you are saying you’ve had a bad week. Need me to take care of you hm?”

You watch him lick his lips, smirking as he unzips his pants. What’s worse is that he’s wearing the same pants from earlier. But do you plan to leave the stream? No.

“Why don’t you slip off your panties baby? Spread those legs for me.”

You do none of that. Absolutely still when you see him dip his hands into his pants and pull out his cock. The kind of cock you only see in porn. Sorrel brown cock with thick veins running along the sides, pretty hands stroking from root to tip.

“Play with that clit baby. Get yourself nice and wet for me.”

He pulls off his hoodie with his free hand, pale skin glistening under the dim light as he continues to stroke himself, rolling his fist around the tip. He’s so fucking hot.

“No no,” he chuckles, spreading his legs even further as he grips the base of his girthy cock, “don’t put a finger in yet. Just rub that lil clit for me. No, actually first suck your fingers. Go on, get your fingers nice and wet then spread it all over your cunt.”

Have you been grinding on your heel this entire time? A heavy weight settles in the pit of your stomach, you spring up and place the laptop of your thighs, throat going dry when he squeezes some lube on his erect cock, squelching sounds echoing in your room as he fucks into his fist. Ignoring the twinge between your thighs.

“Oh,” he groans, thumb splitting the leaking tip before it slips between his fingers, hips lifting from the seat, “you’re so fucking pretty baby. Make some more sounds for me. Rub that clit faster.”

The head you would give this man. What? No. Wait. You’re rubbing your thighs together, nails clawing into your sheets before you finally succumb to the growing sensation and reach into your panties. You tuck your lower lip between your teeth, finding your swollen clit before dipping lower, collecting your slick on your fingers. Your heart racks against your ribcage. This was the last thing you expected, but it feels so good.

His voice gets breathier, lower, more commanding. Your movements become erratic, trying to match the pace of his fist sliding over his cock.

Just when you think he’s about to cum, he stops, trembling as he slows his movements and bends over the camera, silver chain dangling from his neck.

“Don’t cum yet. Pinch that clit for me. That’s it. Rub it. Bet you’re a whining mess now, huh you little slut? Desperate to stuff your fingers in that fat pussy.”

Your eyes widen, unaware that those words could have you feeling a million times more aroused as you’re bucking into your hand, taking strained breaths while you’re trying to delay your orgasm. A panicked moan slipping from your lips when he forms a tunnel with both his fists, bucking into them all while urging you on.

“Go on then, fuck yourself on your fingers. Still not enough? Add another. Oh, my fingers would stretch you out good baby. But you’d just have to watch me like this, wishing you could have me.”

He laughs devilishly, taunting you by coming closer to the screen, snapping his hips faster. Your index and middle finger move in time with his thrusts, curling them deep inside before that knot tightens and sweat collects on your chest, eyes flying shut when you pinch your nipple with your free hand. Back arching right before—

“Don’t cum.”

A shriek jumps out of your lips, pruned fingers abusing your walls before you pull them out, feeling your high ebb away.

He growls, lowering onto the chair behind him while you’re waiting for him to speak with bated breath, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. He leans forward, apparently reading the comments because he laughs, stiff cock pressed into his abdomen.

“What? You were so close? That’s too bad slut. You cum when I tell you too. Now, slap that pussy for me.”

You rear your hand back, jolting when it comes down weakly, hole clenching uncontrollably, begging to be filled.

“That’s it, again,” he begins stroking his cock once more, a tighter hold this time and you’re determined to make yourself cum, so as if he can see you somehow, you follow his every order.

“Twists those nipples for me.”

“Spit on your hand.”

“Sit up on your knees and fuck yourself on your fingers.”

Your legs are spread apart, hair sticking to your neck as you bounce on your hand, leaning forward to lift your ass up and down until you hear him say the words, gushing all over your fingers with breathless whispers. You’ve never cum this hard from masturbation alone. And he’s reaching his own end, toned hands working fast before you hear his choked moan, cock out of your view as you see his stomach tremble. Adam’s apple bobbing, he tosses his head back.

His chain sits between his large pecs, rising and falling as his breaths steady, and he mutters out a small goodnight. A blue butterfly, the logo of the site, fills the screen and you must leave your review. How do you get him out of your head after this?

Judging from your sodden sheets and cramped fingers, it was a five-star experience.

After a dreamless sleep, you rise early that morning well-rested with a peaceful smile on your face. Rolling over on your side to check your socials like you usually do. One notification has your heart beating thunderously.

Min Yoongi started following you.

A few excited squeals and you follow him back.

Next is Twitter. You decide to use your other account to check his profile once again when you find that you’re still following zero.

Huh? You distinctly remember following him, how else would you have—Oh no.

Leaping up from bed, you switch to your personal account to find that instead of following him from the account you created especially to follow Agust D, you followed him from your personal.

That explains why he followed you on Instagram from his personal.

Oh no. Now he knows that you watch his ASMR videos.

Now he knows that you know about that little site.

“Fuck.”

Mira practically begged on her knees for you to go to this party with her. You obviously couldn’t tell her that no, you cannot go to a party with her after you embarrassed yourself by following a guy from your college on his camboy account. She would probably say that it’s not a big deal. You’re not going to tell her. It was a decision you made last night after realizing a little too late that she cannot keep a secret to save her life. Especially when her friend Hana talks about Yoongi’s ASMR page.

“Hey,” you call, nudging Mira lightly as you fill up a cup, speaking over the loud music, “do you think he’ll be here?”

She bites into an olive, nearly squirting some juice into your eye, “who?”

You click your tongue, “you know who. Min Yoongi!”

Hana throws an arm over your shoulder, “we’re talking about Yoongi? The guy who keeps giving Mira the look in chem.”

“What look?”

Mira, wearing a wry smile, shrugs, attempting to dodge your question by asking her own but you grip her arm.

“Aren’t you and Mike back together?”

She elbows your ribs, breaking out of your hold, “I ditched him for good this time.”

You nod, biting your tongue. Typical Mira behavior. Will you ever learn your lesson? When you and Yeonjun broke up, she was there to comfort you but then befriended him once things died down between you. You still don’t know what happened between them and you’d rather not. It might seem a bit petty, but that’s the trend you noticed when it comes to you and her. But, if Yoongi is giving her attention, then there’s nothing you can do about it. Except live with the fact that you saw his cock and will probably see his cock again after tonight.

Hana, Mira and Mina saunter their way to the lounge while you’re left with your thoughts. Not alone for too long however because you catch Namjoon making his way toward you, drink in hand.

“Nice to see you out.”

Before you can respond, a shorter guy with sandy blond hair catches Namjoon in a chokehold, eyes raking down your figure. You give him a small smile, one he returns with crinkled eyes.

“You gonna introduce us to your friend over here, hyung?”

Namjoon, wriggling out of his hold a little peeved, says your name then points to the other guy who extends his hand.

“Jimin.”

“Hi Jimin.”

He comes around to your other side once you return his handshake, forcing you to stand in the doorway.

“Hi hi,” he sing-songs, taking a swig from his cup before pointing out into the dining area, “you see my friend over there.”

You spin around, “what fri—” The words die on your tongue when you follow his line of sight to discover Yoongi, rubbing the side of his nose with his knuckle as he continues to side-eye you three. He’s probably been there this whole time and you didn’t know. Shit.

“Ye-ah,” you clear your throat, “what about him?”

He grins, “he’s a little shy.”

You cock an eyebrow, unable to hide the surprise in your voice, “oh is he?”

“What the fuck, Jimin?”

Jimin shoves his hand in a frantic Namjoon’s face, “shut up.”

Yoongi, obviously aware that you’re chatting about him, returns your stare unabashedly, swirling the drink in his cup before holding it up to his face with those big hands, watching you over the rim with darkened eyes. You shoot him an equally seductive look, hoping you don’t look crazy before you refocus on Jimin who prattles on about his friend. As if you aren’t already charmed by him.

“He said I should tell you that he thinks you’re cute.”

“Cute?”

Jimin rushes to correct his words, laughing around a sheepish smile, “really beautiful.”

You glance at Yoongi, shocked that you’re able to keep a calm demeanor when your face feels like it’s overheating. He winks, setting your heart on fire.

“Well, then why didn’t he come tell me that himself?”

Jimin chuckles, voice drowned out by the intro of another song, “like I said, he’s really shy. Maybe I could give you his number and you know…”

You pretend to think, already having your answer ready with one last look in Yoongi’s direction.

“Since you’re cute,” you reason, handing him your phone, “here.”

He types for a bit then hands it back, taking Namjoon with him as you wave them off. With that, you inform Mira that you’d see her later and head back to your dorm, mind racing as much as your heart.

It took you exactly twenty-seven minutes to calm down and exactly fifteen minutes to psych yourself up and send him a message. You don’t know what’s going on between him and Mira but all you know is that you have a big, fat crush on him. One that only worsened after you saw him tonight. Fuck, that hair. That wink. He’s such a hot piece of shit and he knows it. And he knows you watched him last night. Your gut is right 99.9% of the time.

Once you send him a message, his response comes within the next few seconds.

You were supposed to use this time to finish up your coursework for the week. But you’re struggling to form a single coherent thought.

He wants you to watch him? He wants you to watch him…he knows you watch him. You shove your face into your pillow, a sound between a bleat and a moo muffled by the purple fabric before you start to pace the small space of your room.

What time did he start last night? Maybe he’ll tweet the link again and then you can join from there. That’s why he has that twitter account right.

In all your internal rambling, you lose track of time and it’s nearly past midnight. Your phone goes off with a notification from his Twitter. And similar to the night before, you have your laptop set on your folded legs, pillows fluffed up behind you. Door locked. As if Mira doesn’t have her own key. Like you expected, he’s wearing the same outfit from earlier, rings still on. All you envision is the smirk he had pasted on his face, the wink he sent you, his fingers…You haven’t talked to the guy before, and you’re already so far gone.

“Let’s check the votes,” he leans forward, milky neck exposed to your greedy eyes before he sits back, reaching somewhere behind him to produce a…Hitachi wand. When did your pussy develop a heartbeat of its own? You make a mental note to vote at the end of tonight’s stream. Last night you were far too…tired to try and get accustomed to this site.

You hear a faint buzzing sound, fingers skimming your bottom lip as you watch him roll the tip over his crotch, free hand gripping the armrest before he unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his pants, white boxer briefs snug around the outline of his thick cock.

He doesn’t say much this time, but you’re all too happy to sit and listen to his heavy breaths, seeing him lie back and take out his cock. Setting the vibrator under the mushroom tip. Before you know it, his moans heighten in pitch, stomach quivering when he pulls the vibrator away and does it again. And again. Edging himself till incoherent whispers can be heard from his parted lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters, thick with arousal, “I’m gonna cum. Please. Let me cum.”

The whine in his voice has you spiraling, knuckles caught between your teeth before you reach into your pajama shorts, finding them drenched in your slick as you work two quick fingers over your clit, head pressing into the pillow behind you.

“Please,” he continues to beg, shivering and squirming under the assault of the vibrator, dipping lower to rub over his balls then back around to the tip of his cock, “I need to cum. Hurts so bad.”

You let your eyes fall shut, rubbing the sensitive skin on either side of your clit with your index and ring finger while your middle finger presses down on your clit, pulling back the hood to find the perfect rhythm. Gasping quietly just as his gasps get louder and more urgent, toes curling into the sheets beneath you. Blood rushing to your face, your hips lift from the mattress, spurred on by his stuttered moans as the coil tightens and snaps, trembling through your orgasm.

When you crack your eyes open, he’s hunched over the camera, fucking lazily into his fist before he chuckles. Ears perking up when you think you hear what sounds like a whisper of your name.

“You’re a lot chirpier these days.”

Shooting Leah a confused look, you help her carry the second stack of trays back to the kitchen, balancing the rest on your forearm expertly.

“What do you mean?”

She smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “I mean, you’re doing much better compared to last month. You know, everything that happened with Yeonjun and…White Socks.”

Misinterpreting your silence for sadness, she waves her hands around, apologizing for bringing it up but you’re quick to tell her that it’s okay.

“I actually do feel like I’m doing a lot better,” you snort, wiping down a ketchup bottle before sliding it in her direction. You must have a mellow smile on your face because Leah nudges you with her hip, raising a suggestive brow.

“What’s with that look?”

Wondering whether you should tell her about Yoongi or not, you open and close your mouth a few times only to be disrupted by loud chatter coming from the front.

“I’ll tell you later,” you promise, fixing the bow on your apron and stopping short of the door when you catch sight of who just entered.

Yoongi and Namjoon and the rest of that group. Jimin seems to announce your presence because all seven of them turn to look in your direction. Your eyes are set on one and when your gazes lock, he smirks and is the first to sit down. Regaining your composure, you tighten your ponytail and shuffle to their table, returning Namjoon and Jimin’s impish smiles.

“Hey guys. What can I get for you?”

Your gaze rests on Yoongi who has his nose buried in the menu, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead. The guy seated next to Yoongi slaps him on the back, hard, causing him to jerk forward with a grumble of ‘hyung.’

“Yoongi’s paying tonight, right?” He announces, looking at the guy next to him for confirmation. It isn’t difficult to notice that they’re sharing some kind of inside joke with the way they all mumble the affirmative, chuckling behind their hands.

“Great! We’ll take three of the meat lovers special with four extra servings of fries, what else? Do you want anything?”

You clutch the pen to your chest, “me?”

Yoongi’s head raises once he hears you speak, seven pairs of eyes on you while they wait for your answer.

“She wants Yoongi hyung’s meat—OW.”

Your cheeks burn, finding Namjoon’s apologetic smile as he keeps the brazen guy under his arm. From the corner of eye, you think you see Yoongi’s lips stretch into a smile, setting your tummy in a stir.

“Will that be all?”

“No,” one of them pipes up, stating his order, clearly taking advantage of the fact that he won’t be the one paying before you scribble it down, repeating the order to them twice then heading back to the kitchen.

You shove a finger into your collar, the heat in the kitchen being too much for you once Leah gets to work but you’d rather hang back until their orders are done because you don’t want to be victim to their sly remarks.

It’s evident that they know something’s going on between you and Yoongi. They’re rowdy and loud, filling up the usually quiet space with rich, masculine laughter as you balance the trays in hand and walk on shaky legs to the table, grateful that they’re the last customers for tonight because the knowing look Yoongi sends your way once you set down the plates has your heart stuttering in your chest.

You’re yet to hear his voice. In person. That’s all you want for now. Even if you don’t get a chance to have a conversation with him tonight.

With Leah’s orders, you had to stay out front till they were done, catching Yoongi’s secretive winks before they all finish up and leave. Yoongi, hands buried in his jeans pockets, glides over to the counter where you’ve been wiping the same spot for the past ten minutes.

“Hey, uhm, how much?”

Despite knowing the amount, you still tap a few times on the screen, avoiding his gaze as you state the amount. Grimacing at your bored tone.

You take the cash from him, swallowing thickly when your fingers touch and placing the notes haphazardly into the drawer. He lingers for a while and when you finally lift your head, he has an indecipherable look on his face, head cocked to the side. He’s wearing a hoodie with a graffiti dog on the front, ginger hair gelled back.

“I would give you a tip but uh—”

You blink, frozen when he leans in closer to whisper—

“You can have mine later.”

His smirk cracks into laughter but you’re quick to counter with—

“I can take more than that.”

You watch his pink lips purse, his eyebrow twitching slightly, “oh?”

Tangled in the heat of his gaze, you’re unable to say anything else, heart swelling in your throat. Taking in as much of his face as you can before his friends call out to him from outside. A chilly breeze has the scent of his perfume filling your nostrils, luring you in even further.

“We’ll talk later,” he says softly, taking a few steps backward while still holding your gaze, “bye.”

“Bye,” you say a little too dreamily, hand held up to the side of your face as you wave him off.

Once you get home, you contemplate whether or not you should text him first. Chewing off a hangnail before finally deciding that you would after you shower, but he beats you to it.

“Move your hand. Let me see you.”

Rolling your eyes despite the foray of emotions surging through you, you let your hand fall to the side, reaching over to turn on the LED lights behind you.

“What are you wearing?”

You laugh nervously, “straight to it huh?”

“No,” he snorts, falling back onto his pillows and knocking the breath from your lungs with his face yet again, “you look cute.”

“Oh, just a vest and shorts. I was too lazy to actually look for pajamas.”

“Hmm, lazy girl.”

You’re gripping your thigh to keep yourself from squealing like a lovesick schoolgirl. How long has it been since you felt this way?

He runs a hand through his hair, propping it behind his head to give you the perfect view of his muscular arm, “what are you up to?”

“Nothing much,” you giggle, “talking to you.”

“You don’t say.”

“Shut up.”

“Fine. I’ll go.”

“No. Don’t go.”

He laughs, low and gravelly, “I’m just messing with you.”

“I know.”

“So, tell me about yourself?”

“What do you wanna know?”

“Hmm, anything. You stay at the dorms? Namjoon told me.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “with Mira.”

He squints, “who’s Mira?”

“My roommate,” you reply, a little surprised that he doesn’t know who she in considering what her friends were talking about a few days ago, “she’s in your chem class.”

He shakes his head, speaking around a yawn, “probably. Never heard of her before.”

“Hmm.” Funny.

“That was your cat on your profile picture?”

The conversation goes on till four in the morning which you highly regret once you wake up for your 9AM lecture the next day but it was worth it. He’s studying Biochemistry, against his will he joked, but plans on pursuing his dream which turns out to be music. He has a pet toy poodle whose name is Holly and has the cutest gummy smile you have ever seen. Especially when he gets shy and flustered which he said only happens when you’re around.

“I’m guessing all your friends know we talk,” you enquire, stifling a yawn.

“Yeah.” His voice is laced with sleep, your new favorite sound. “Namjoon had a crush on you. But he wasn’t planning on doing anything about it so here I am. And he knows I hardly ever do stuff like this so…”

“Oh? So, what you’re saying is…I should feel flattered that you’re taking the time to talk to me?” You tease, seeing him nod, trying to keep his expression serious.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he grins, “so tell me. You said you liked when it when I used the vibrator…?”

You sit up in bed, crossing and uncrossing your legs, “yeah…why?”

His voice lowers in tone, bringing the phone closer to his face, “tell me what else you wanna see.”

Blushing furiously, you splutter, “I don’t know. Why don’t you surprise me?”

You’re more than surprised during his next stream. Painfully horny and frustrated. Drooling at the screen as you watch his vascular hand swing the flogger between his legs. Cock bobbing against his abdomen when it cracks into his thigh, a string of curses leaving both your lips. The comments speed up the screen, nearly fifty thousand people enjoying it just as much as you but none of them know who he is. None of them discussed this with him like you did.

He sucks in a breath through gritted teeth when he tosses the flogger over his shoulder, tassels hitting his back before he drags it over his nipples, whining when it touches the head of his cock.

Your fingers dance across your chest, thumb running over your nipples, absorbing every little sound he makes for it to pool between your legs. He draws the flogger back, ready to come down on his now reddened thigh when the door swings open, crashing into the wall similar to the way you slam your laptop shut, holding up the covers to your chin when Mira throws herself over your legs, sobbing into your purple grape plushies.

“Hey, hey” you try, setting your laptop aside with mild disappointment, “what happened? What’s wrong?”

The alarm clock on your bedside tells you that it’s a little after 1AM. You have the strong suspicion that it has something to do with Mike. She lets you take off her shoes, rolling under your blanket as if she doesn’t reek of cheap alcohol.

“Mike,” she sniffles, blowing into her sleeve, “he’s such a fucking asshole.”

“Everyone knows that,” you sigh, handing her a tissue, “what did he do this time?”

Despite hearing it before, you still let her vent, agreeing with her when she calls him every vile name under the sun and letting her finish your new box of tissues. You know he isn’t the one to blame, since she keeps interfering whenever he tries to move on and find someone new. But you won’t tell her that, because a drunk, sad Mira can be brutal.

“I just hate him so much! Maybe I should just stay single and lonely like you,” she mopes, sliding off your bed to fall flat onto the rug.

Hearing your phone ding, you reach over to see Yoongi’s name on the screen, heart doing a little somersault.

When your phone rings, Mira’s head pops up from the other side of your bed, mouthing ‘who’s that?’ once you hold the phone up to your ear.

“Hi Yoongi.”

Confusion twists her features.

“Hey,” he answers. It seems like you could never get used to hearing his voice, despite contributing half a million views on every ASMR video he posted. “How are you?”

“Good,” you smile, toying with a strand of hair as you stare at your reflection goofily, “and you?”

“Good now that I’m talking to you.”

“That was corny,” you giggle, scrunching up your nose.

He exhales deeply, you can almost hear the smile in his voice, “I know. But I’m only speaking facts.”

“Hmm. So, what’s up?”

“Well, since you met all my friends the other night, I wanted to ask if you’d like to go bowling with us…with me tomorrow night?”

“Bowling?”

“Yeah, I mean, we don’t have to. We can just hang out if—”

“No, I’d love to.”

“Really?”

Cheeks aching from how hard you’re smiling, you squeak, “yeah!”

“Okay, awesome. Let me know if you need a ride. I’ll text you.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

“Bye Yoongi.”

“Bye~”

Your moment is spoiled by Mira’s questioning face, tapping her foot impatiently. “What was that about?”

Putting your phone to charge, you turn off the main light and tuck yourself back in bed, “Yoongi. He asked me to go bowling with him tomorrow night.”

“Oh…that’s nice. Have fun then.”

It’s too dark for you to make out her expression but her tone tells you all you need to know. However, you’re too excited to care. Already planning out your outfit in your head with butterflies swarming your belly.

Smoothing your hands down the skirt of your dress, you push open the double doors, loud chatter doing nothing to ease your nerves that have been eating at you during your ride to the bowling. Flashing neon lights greet you, the sound of a man announcing drowns out the upbeat music. It’s darker than you expected, glowing shapes on the carpet guide you further inside. You had called an Uber instead of asking Yoongi for a ride since you were running a little, fashionably, late. It doesn’t take you long to spot them, goofing around with the bowling bowls. You smile to yourself once you see Yoongi sitting at the entrance, eyebrows screwed together.

“Hi.”

He springs to his feet, fingers splayed across your back as he pulls you in for a hug. Your eyes flutter when his scent surrounds you, warmth from his palm spreading across your skin as he drinks you in, lip tucked between his teeth.

“You look…wow.” You’re grateful that you chose to wear the collared dress instead of a cropped hoodie and jeans.

“Thank you,” you beam, letting your gaze rake down his figure, “so do you.”

Hand still snug against your back, he ushers you to the front, helping you into a pair of bowling shoes. He grabs your left ankle and props your foot up on his knee, tongue poking out cutely as he ties your laces. You hold onto his shoulder for balance, charmed by his sweet and caring demeanor.

“Thank you.”

He rises to his full height, face a few inches from yours, “you’re welcome.”

Rudely interrupted by his friends, he takes the opportunity to introduce you to them. Jungkook, the youngest of his friend group, seems to be the only one who brought someone along, his girlfriend you assume.

Namjoon claps twice, demanding everyone’s attention, “now that everyone is here, let’s divide into teams.”

Jimin groans from his place on the bench, “do we have to?”

“Of course,” Yoongi chimes in, guiding you to the bench on the opposite side.

Jimin raises an accusing finger, pointing between the two of you, “you just want to be paired with her.”

They all laugh, attracting the attention from the family a few benches away. You catch Yoongi looking at you from the corner of his eye, the faintest blush on his cheeks.

“Isn’t that how it works?” You ask genuinely, only having gone bowling with your family years ago when you were a child.

Namjoon goes over the rules, but you seem to be the only one listening. When you turn your head to look at Yoongi, he’s already looking at you.

“If you need help, I’ll be here.”

One of the attendants help set up the scoreboard after suggesting that there should be three teams, since there’s nine of you and there are three available lanes. Your team is up first, and Yoongi helps you with the ball, warm fingers running over yours.

He demonstrates how you should swing your arm back, muscles rippling in his skin before he stands behind you, chest pressed into your back. You honestly don’t care much about the scores, all you’re focused on is Yoongi’s lips moving around your ear as he speaks.

“Just relax,” he whispers, massaging your shoulders lightly, “you can take a few steps back when you’re ready and then let go.”

He moves away, gesturing for you to try and you’re hoping you don’t look like an idiot when you draw your hand back and let the heavy ball slip from your fingers, swaying a bit to the side before knocking over the pins, two still stand.

“You did so good!” He cheers, gums on display, “my turn.”

Shyly, you return to the bench where Jimin sits, watching Yoongi’s face as he concentrates.

“He has a weird way of doing it,” Jimin laughs, “but he still manages to get them all.”

Watching Yoongi bend his knees expertly, the ball rolls from his hands and he knocks down all ten pins, a fist of victory cutting through the air. Jimin, being on your team, leaps up to pat Yoongi’s back, giving Jungkook and his team the finger.

“That was so cool.”

“Yeah?”

He nudges your shoulder, sitting impossibly close to you as you watch the rest of them have their turns showing off. The lighting here is relaxing, and you find yourself making friends with Jungkook’s girlfriend. She’s really sweet and soft-spoken. They’re all really hospitable, and you don’t feel out of place for even a second.

Amid the game, everyone except Jungkook and Taehyung lose interest and you’re all busy with your own conversations, Yoongi with his arm around your backrest, fingers dangerously close to your neck. A guy selling popcorn and sweets passes you by and they all hover around him.

“You want anything?”

You scan the options, not feeling particularly hungry but still wanting something to chew on. Or suck on.

“I’ll have the cherry lollipop.”

That turns out to be a terrible idea…or fantastic idea. Throughout the whole conversation, Yoongi’s eyes are glued to your lips, and you jokingly ask if he wants a taste. Not expecting him to take it from you.

Eyes still on yours, he pops the lollipop in his mouth while you sit stunned, goosebumps rising on your skin.

He rolls his tongue over it, humming quietly, “it tastes good.”

The small smirk he has on tells you that he knows what he’s doing to you, so you decide two can play that game and tease him further.

He thrusts the lollipop in your direction, and you stick out your tongue, fully expecting him to put it there but he’s obviously a devil. You hold his gaze as he presses it into your tongue, drawing small circles with it before bringing it back to his lips and taking a suck. Throat a little dry, you swallow, trembling when he scoots closer to you and asks if you want another suck.

Nodding, you seem to forget that you’re in public but it’s too dark for anyone to see what you’re up to and you also seem to forget that he stole your lollipop.

Just like earlier, you open your mouth, expecting the sweetness of the lollipop but receiving his sticky mouth instead. Eyes widening a fraction when he leans in and covers your mouth with his, an exchange of spit and syrup. Your heartbeat accelerates, hands reaching up to grip onto the front of his shirt when his tongue hits the roof of your mouth. The kiss is sloppy, but tasty, his lips soft as they move over your own. He swallows up your moans when his lips close around your tongue, bobbing his head slowly as he sucks your wet muscle into his mouth.

You clench your thighs together, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by him, especially when he nips on the tip of your tongue, thumb swiping along your bottom lip when he pulls away.

He presses his thumb onto your tongue, grinning before the lollipop is shoved into your mouth, chin and cheeks wet with spit.

“Tasty,” he grins, fingers dancing up the side of your neck.

Knowing that the lollipop is warm because it was in his mouth does unspeakable things to you. You shift uncomfortably, feeling how damp your panties have become.

You’re working up the courage to maybe…kiss his neck when you hear your name being called, tilting your head slightly to see Mira and her friends making their way toward you.

“What are you guys doing here?”

Yoongi’s hold around your shoulders loosens when you sit forward, speaking around your lollipop.

“Duh. We came to bowl,” she slurs, uncoordinated as she throws herself on the bench across you and Yoongi, knees touching his, “hi Yoongi.”

He smiles, shooting you a bewildered look.

“Oh, this is Mira—”

“Shut up,” she laughs, dismissing you with a small wave of her hand, “he knows who I am, isn’t that right Yoongi?”

Anger bubbling to the surface, you rise from your seat to find Hana and Mina, only to see them monkeying around, equally drunk. Mira hiccups behind you and you sigh, flopping back down next to Yoongi.

“I think I should get her home.” Before she says something stupid and ruins everything for you.

Grabbing her knee, you reach forward and push back her hair, getting a better look at her face. “How did you guys get here?”

She points somewhere behind her, “Hana’s car.”

You curse, “did she drive here?! Oh my G—” You’re cut off by an awfully familiar sound, quickly taking hold of her elbow and carting her to the entrance before she throws up and embarrasses you even more than she already has.

Hooking your saddle bag over your shoulder, you pass Yoongi an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, I have to get them home. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

He tails you to the entrance, “do you guys need a ride? I can t—”

“No, no,” you refuse, patting Hana’s shoulder, “I’ll call an Uber, thank you. I had so much fun tonight.”

“Me—”

Mira gags from her place under your arm and you rush to take her outside, holding her hair back as she empties the contents of her stomach. Scrunching up your nose, you ask Hana to call an Uber but she insists that she’s not that drunk. Choosing not to worry about them since she doesn’t look as drunk as Mira, your main issue now is to try and get her home.

You want to ask why she came to the bowling center but then you’re taken back to a few months ago where all she ever did was soil your plans of having a good night out. Tonight must be no different.

She’s babbling once you reach your dorm, getting her putrid breath in your face before you slip off her shoes and tuck her in.

Yoongi’s face comes to mind, and you feel terrible for not saying goodbye to the rest of them. Disappointed that you had to leave early. You’re wondering if Mira would do the same for you, then you shoo away that thought because you would never put yourself in that position.

Sad that the night is over already, you’re on your way to the shower when you hear your phone ding.

Scrambling to get your earphones, you plug it in and fall back on your bed, feet planted on the mattress. His face comes into view, sitting up in bed shirtless. You can imagine what he must be doing under that blanket of his. Your pussy clenches around nothing, fingers travelling lower and lower to touch your swollen clit.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he grits, eyeing your boobs through your bra, “let me see them.”

Angling the phone a little lower, you pull the cups under your breasts, hearing him mutter a string of curses under his breath. Readjusting your bra, you spread your legs further and push your panties to the side, unable to hold yourself back any longer as your fingers circle your entrance.

“I’m so fucking hard,” he grunts, looking somewhere below before his eyes are back on you, narrowed in your direction, “playing with that pussy like we talked about? Why don’t you stick a finger in for me. Just one.”

Mouth hanging open, you ease in your index finger, ridged walls clenching around it as you draw it in and out, “need more. Please.”

He chuckles, sweat beading his forehead, “since you asked so nicely, go on then. Stuff another finger in that tight pussy. Bet you wish I was there, using you like my personal little cocksleeve, hm? Wish it was my fat cock stuffing you full instead of your tiny fingers.”

Your walls clamp down on your fingers, clit vibrating under your thumb as you listen to his filthy words, hips gyrating into your hand.

“Want your cock,” you whisper, tongue wetting your lips, “wanna see your cock.”

“Nuh uh, gonna make you cum first. Push those fingers in harder, faster baby, wanna hear you moan my name.”

Following his orders, you feel your slick drip down your ass cheeks, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit, rolling closer and closer to the edge. Heat overtakes your senses, “Yoongi. I’m close.”

He stares at you with lust-filled eyes, “sit up. On your knees. Bounce for me. That’s it. Good girl. Imagine you were bouncing on my cock like that. Fuck. Keep going. Make yourself cum. Let me hear you.”

Just like the other night, you grind into your hand, curling your fingers deep inside as you spasm and moan, chanting his name, struggling to keep the phone up when your orgasm washes over you, trembling through your high.

“Fuck. So fucking pretty when you cum, that’s it, let me see your hands.”

With flushed cheeks, you hold up your messed hand to the screen, hearing a satisfied growl from his side.

“Just wait for me, okay?”

A bit confused, you lay back down in bed when he cuts the call, silently catching your breath. Around five minutes later and your phone dings, receiving a video of him stroking his cock a few times as he moans and grits your name. For the first time ever, you watch his cock spurt white onto his abdomen, hearing his sinful sounds as he finishes with a prolonged moan of your name. He’s going to be the death of you.

The next afternoon, you’re making your way to the library to print a few things when you see Mira on the other side, busy talking to the librarian. Usually, she would come up to you and you’d leave the library together, but this time, you know she sees you and chooses not to approach you. That’s hilarious, it’s as if you ruined her date.

Once you’re done, you decide to stop at her table on your way out, hoping you can have a little chat about last night because even though you share a room with her, she would do everything in her power to avoid you.

“Hey,” you say, setting down your file before taking the vacant seat next to her, “how are you feeling?”

She shrugs, leaning on her fist, “good.”

“You’re welcome,” you snort, “for last night.”

“I can’t remember anything. How did you even end up at the party?”

With the way she obstructs your view of her face, you can tell she’s lying and guilty.

“Actually,” you begin, “you came over to the bowling center where I was with Yoongi and his friends. Then I had to take you home because you were sick.”

She drops her hand, scribbling on a blank piece of paper, “no way.”

“Yeah. You kind of ruined my date.”

Her fringe pokes into her eyes when she lifts her head, offering a somewhat apologetic frown, “really?”

“Why did you even come there anyway? I was so confused when I saw you.”

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, face unreadable, “Mina wanted to go bowling and—”

You laugh, “all of a sudden?”

She narrows her eyes at you, growing defensive, “yeah? What? You think we only went there because you were there with Yoongi. Please, not everything is about you, okay?”

Bristling at her tone, you decide to drop it, “that’s not what I said but anyway…I’ll see you later.”

The legs of the chair scrape against the flooring as you stand up, seeing her tap the edge of her pen against your file.

“So, you and Yoongi are a thing now?”

Stuffing your file in your bag, you give her a one-shoulder shrug, “guess you can say that.”

“Cool. Well, just thought I should let you know that he literally tried to ask me out last week. I said no, because I thought about you.”

You sigh, scratching the side of your head because you expected her to say some shit like this.

“Mira, I don’t know how to put this in a nice way, but he literally didn’t even know who you were when I spoke about you. He didn’t even know you’re in his chem class.”

She splutters, opening and closing her mouth but you cut her off, fluffing up your bun, “please don’t pull the same shit. You know, what you did with Yeonjun. I actually like Yoongi.”

Blinking twice, she leans back in her chair, “no, I know. That’s nice.”

“Yeah.”

With that, you huff and spin around, tapping your student card on the security pad before exiting. A part of you is a little relieved that you brought up what happened with Yeonjun. But another part of you is mad after seeing her reaction. She treated it as if it was nothing when she secretly had a hand in your break up. But you’re not going to dwell in the past. What’s done is done and perhaps things didn’t work out because you were meant to meet Yoongi—”

“Woah! Someone’s in a hurry.”

Your apologies dissolve on your tongue when you see Yoongi standing a foot away, hands curled around your shoulders.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” he flashes his gums, running his hands up and down your arms, “where are you power walking to?”

Suddenly, you’re reminded of last night, a little diffident under his gaze.

“Back to my dorm.”

He glances around you, dropping his hands to grip the balustrades behind him, “were you just at the library? Looking like that?”

“Ye—” your eyebrows furrow, “what do you mean ‘looking like that’?”

His shoulders shake as he laughs, ginger hair caught between his fingers, “no I’m just saying. You’re all dressed up to go to the library?”

You brush past him, scoffing under your breath, “I dress up for myself. Thank you very much.”

Despite the vicious eyeroll, you heart skips a beat when he grabs your arm, tugging you closer to him.

“No,” he says in an undertone, gaze drifting over your figure, “you look pretty.”

You giggle when he touches the curls atop your head, “I like this—” gripping the strap on your bag tighter when his thumb swipes across your chin “—and the lip gloss.”

Leaning into his touch when he cups your cheek, you give him a compliment of your own. Telling him how attractive he looks wearing denim.

“Where are you off to?”

You fall in stride with him, a little distracted by the hand curled around your ribs.

“I was heading to Taehyung’s place but I’m kinda hungry,” he turns to you, “wanna grab something to eat?”

Now that he mentions it, you have been feeling a little peckish, “sure.”

Deciding to eat at the restaurant not too far from campus, you both share a medium-sized serving of tteokbokki, wiping sauce off each other’s faces. Oddly comfortable with each other.

“How did you get into ASMR?”

He pokes into the bowl with his chopsticks, speaking around a mouthful, “it was kind of like an inside joke between the guys, then I realized that I really…liked it. So, I decided to make my own videos.”

You nod, dabbing the corners of your mouth with a tissue, “the guys know about your ASMR page?”

“Yeah.”

“And what about—”

“Nope,” he winks, “just you.”

“Really? Wouldn’t they be able to find it?” You question genuinely, patting your now full belly, “you know, I basically found the link on your Youtube page.”

He shrugs, calling for the waitress with a curl of his fingers, “they don’t really watch my videos. Jungkook said he’s gonna start a Tiktok page for my videos, but I said no.”

“Why not?”

“Too complicated for me.”

You snort, “yeah. Plus, with Youtube the videos can be as long as you want.”

After arguing for nearly ten minutes about who should pay the bill, he managed to snatch it out of your hands and promised you could pay next time. Next time. It’s dark outside once you leave the restaurant and he says you could walk to his apartment since it’s not too far. You don’t know when you both made the decision that you would be going to his apartment after, but you’re not complaining.

The evening breeze sweeps across your back as you stroll down the sidewalk, spotting a few kids lining up around the mobile rides set up for Christmas.

“Those should’ve been gone by now,” you chuckle, pointing to the makeshift sleigh.

He follows your line of sight, calloused palm slotted in yours like second nature, “guess they kept it because the kids like it so much. Do you wanna get a picture?”

Walking around the twinkling lights, he hops onto the carousel first then extends his hands for you to grab, yanking you up before gesturing for you to sit on one of the horses. You throw your leg over, giving him a few poses while he crouches to snap the perfect picture. Once you’re done giggling and messing around, you return to his side to swipe at the photos. He caught all your good angles.

“You look good,” he grins, stuffing his phone back inside his pocket.

Leaning up to cup your hand around his ear, you make sure he hears you say, “you know what I’d look better riding on.”

He snaps away to look at you in disbelief, a mischievous grin matching your own. His gaze flickers to your lips, heat in his eyes as you lean in closer.

“Hey! What are you two doing up there?!”

“Oh shit.”

The furious security guard holds the flashlight up as Yoongi jumps down then grabs your hips to pull you over the railing, fingers intertwining with yours before you dash away from the scene. You know you’re out of range, but you can’t stop laughing as you run, following Yoongi blindly down the street and up a flight of stairs. Once you reach the top, he fiddles with a ring of keys before shoving the door open, darkness filling the inside.

As you’re taking in your surroundings, spotting a single armchair and a couch to your right, you’re being pressed into a wall, Yoongi’s lips on your neck, still breathless.

“You love teasing me, don’t you?”

Wordlessly, he tugs on the strings of your lilac shirt, exposing your skin to him before suckling down your neck, stopping just above the tops of your breasts. Your senses are overwhelmed by him, anticipation building with each second because it’s finally going to happen. You let your bag fall to the floor, kicking off your sneakers as he spreads your legs open.

His lips graze the shell of your ear and you jerk away, shoulder held up to your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you breathe, sight slowly adjusting to the darkness, “just…my ears are sensitive.”

He pecks your cheek, thumbs pressing into your sides as he holds you in place, “I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay.”

That’s all he needs to hear before his tongue darts out to lick your earlobe, all your senses heighten when he juts his hips forward, feeling his heavy bulge against your stomach. He nips at the shell of your ear and a moan climbs up your throat, long nails curling into his biceps when he whispers your name, hearing him take labored breaths.

“Can I touch you?”

You swallow thickly, eyes scrunching shut, “yes.”

He undoes the button on your jeans, dragging down the zipper ever so slowly before cupping your pussy through your panties, drawing a muted gasp from your lips.

“Hmm so wet, does teasing me turn you on that much?”

Your eyelids flutter when he suckles on the skin below your ear, rolling his palm into your puffy clit as his lips move higher, biting down harder on your earlobe.

“Yoongi,” you pant, spreading your legs open wider for his easy access, silently asking for more.

You’re being pushed back on what you assume is the armrest of the couch, legs pried open when he slots himself between them and shoves his hand into your panties, free hand gripping your hip to guide you into his rough hand, now slick with your juices. You throw your head back, hands flat behind you as you grind into his palm, moaning when he finally presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is a messy mix of tongue and teeth, hands sliding into his hair to pull him closer, his groans reverberate through his chest to have more of your slick dripping into his hand. His teeth catch on your lower lip, tongue sliding over yours wantonly before he pulls away with a lewd smack, peeling your jeans off your legs.

You’re glad you decided to shave this morning, that thought alone is enough to remind you that you are definitely not imagining all this and Yoongi, the man of your dreams, is kissing up your inner thighs, inhaling deeply through his nose as he stares at your panties with unbridled lust. Long, knuckly fingers keep your legs open. He mouths around your clit and you cry out, bucking into his face.

“You smell— shit.”

Your eyes widen, chin hitting your chest as you peer at him through heavy eyes, “what?”

He’s pulling you to your feet, throwing your jeans over his shoulder before dragging you down a hallway and into a room on the left. The door slams shut and you’re being tossed onto the bed like a ragdoll, flipped onto your stomach.

“Yoongi, what’s going ah—”

In a split second, your panties are off and he’s pulling your ass up in the air, head sagging between your shoulders when his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, hard. Not giving you time to catch your breath as his tongue laves over your leaking slit, thumbs rubbing and spreading your swollen folds.

He speaks into your cunt, lips attached to your throbbing clit, “mmm—thought I heard someone coming—mmm.”

Your eyes roll back at his constant humming, the vibrations surging through you with each molten lick of his tongue, slurping up your juices that continue to leak out of you, clenching around his chin. His hand comes down on your ass, massaging the rippling flesh after only to do it again.

Nails grabbing at the sheets, you can’t help but grind on his tongue, screaming out his name when he pinches your clit between his fingers, nose pressing into your hole.

“Gonna cum so quick, hmm? Greedy little slut wants to grind on my tongue.”

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you cry out, reaching back to push his head forward, “please.”

Lips returning to your clit, he drags his mouth up, tongue lashing at your cunt before he moves further up, stopping near your puckered hole.

Your head falls forward, moans muffled by the pillow as he continues to eat you out, a mix of his spit and your slick dripping down your thighs when his thumb rubs over your other hole, tongue darting inside your pussy before he eases two fingers inside you, finding that spot deep inside with ease. Jaw going slack, you feel sweat collect under your shirt, hair a mess as you tremble, body going taut as he fucks his fingers into you at a ruthless pace, building your high with his mouth on your other hole while he draws his hand back to tap your clit, harder and harder before it all comes crashing down and you cum on his tongue.

He chuckles loudly, the tip of his tongue poking through before you hear him suckle noisily, fingers still fucking you through your high. As your convulsions recede to slow tremors, you whine in overstimulation when he purses his lips around your clit and wiggles his head from side to side, smacking your ass again when you tug on his hair.

“I’ll let you have that one,” he smiles, flipping you onto your back when you hear the jingle of his belt, “since you tasted so fucking good.”

Through bleary eyes, you watch him tug off his shirt and jeans, clad in his white boxer briefs. Your clothes come off too, joining his in the corner before you’re being lifted with a hand on the back of your head, a fresh wave of arousal taking over you as you fall to your knees in front of his thick, girthy cock, twitching in its confines.

His jaw is set, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes when your fingers creep up his thighs, seeing his muscles flex when you blow on the outline.

You feel your pussy clench uncontrollably when he slaps your left cheek, no sense of playfulness in the gesture when he does it again to the other one, even harder the third time. Even more turned on by having him touch you like this.

“Don’t tease slut, get my cock out and suck.”

Eager to please, you roll the band of his underwear down and let it fall to the floor, setting your hands on your thighs when he grips the base and guides the tip to your face, smearing the bead of precum collected at the tip on your cheeks and chin.

You moan, jaw unhinging as you keep your mouth open, ready to take his cock.

“Look at you,” he grits, tapping the head on your tongue, “all sticky. My sticky little whore.”

Before you can agree, your mouth is being filled with his cock, eyes screwing shut when the tip hits the back of your throat before your breaths even out through your nostrils, reaching up to grab his thighs. He pulls out, watching you take in a few mouthfuls of air before his fingers sink into your hair and his cock is being forced back into your mouth, tongue dragging down the veins feverishly.

He sucks in strained breaths through gritted teeth, balls slapping your chin as he flexes his hips into your face, spit dripping down the sides of your mouth. You’re all too pleased to have him fuck your throat, egged on by the delicious sounds he makes whenever you swallow around him. You feel him grow in your mouth, tongue swirling around the throbbing veins.

“Fuck, feels better than I imagined,” he moans, head lolling back before it rolls forward once again, unable to tear his gaze away from how your lips are wrapped out his cock, “knew you’d be a good little cocksleeve. Letting me fuck your mouth like this. Do you like having me use your mouth?”

Tears prickling the corners of your eyes, you nod, hollowing out your cheeks to hear him curse. You shake your head vigorously, keeping him buried far back in your throat as your tongue pokes out to lick at his balls, pulling back to take a deep breath then reaching up to roll your fist around the base, flicking his frenulum with the tip of your tongue.

“Fuck, so fucking good. Go—” He shivers, yanking your head back with his hold on your hair “—gonna cum. You gonna swallow all of it, you hear me?”

Your voice is hoarse, throat burning when you whisper a small, “want your cum.”

He laughs, low and husky, a light sheen of sweat dotting his chest when he leans forward. You don’t take him in your mouth straight away, instead, you push your boobs together, watching his face contort into pure pleasure when you move them up and down over his length, an excessive amount of precum spilling onto your chest.

“Fuck, fuck,” he breathes, fucking into your boobs with sharp snaps of his hips. Muttering out your name just as you dip your head to split the tip with your tongue, reaching down to massage the sensitive skin of his balls.

A drawn-out groan is all the warning you get, you close your mouth around the tip and grip the base, pumping him a few times as he spills into your mouth with shallow thrusts. You swallow every last drop, drinking him in before he grunts and his fingers twist in your hair, pulling you up to your feet. You’re a tangle of limbs as you collapse onto the bed, relishing in the feel of his weight on your body.

“I’m clean, you?”

You search his eyes, getting up to speed, “yeah but don’t—”

He mouths up your jaw, licking over the tender bruises he made earlier, ��I won’t. Sit on my cock.”

Unable to fight the grin that splits your face, you move down the length of his body and face forward, finding a dim reflection of yourself in the mirror placed a few feet away from the bed. He sits up against the headboard, chest still heaving as he props one hand behind his head.

He lets you guide the head of his cock to his entrance, reaching around you to twist and tug at your nipples. You gasp once you push the tip in, hearing him curse as you take him in to the hilt, planting your feet on the mattress before bouncing up and down.

“Fucking hell,” he moans, now holding both your boobs as you roll your hips back and forward, overcome by the sensation of his cock splitting you open, hitting all the right spots, “look so fucking good bouncing on my cock like this. Wait, wait—”

You fall back, sweaty chest meeting your back as you grip his chin, tongue parting the seam of his lips, “what?”

He breathes into your mouth, still kneading your breasts, “fuck, I almost came. Go slow.”

You bend forward, resting your hands on his knees as you roll your hips, moaning at the feel of his cock rubbing against that sensitive spot deep inside you, “like this?”

“Yes,” he grunts, meeting each roll of your hip by lifting his, cock going deeper than you expected, “fuck yes.”

You sit like that for a good while, thighs going weak as he fucks you slow and deep, teeth sinking into the skin of your back. Your walls clamp down on him, eyes glazing over as you try to stave off your orgasm. His fingers wrap around your throat, cutting off your oxygen as his teeth drags up the shell of your ear when he hooks his thumb into the side of your cheek.

“Like it when I fuck you like this?”

Body flaring with pleasure, you let him push you forward, meeting his eyes in the mirror before he sets one foot on the bed and starts to fuck you hard and fast.

“Can’t talk? That’s it, fuck back on my cock. My personal little fucktoy. Fuck.”

The sight alone is enough to have you cry out his name, biting down on a pillow as he drags his cock in and out of your dripping alone with renewed energy, twitching and throbbing deep inside you.

“Yeah, squeeze it. So fucking tight for me. You like it when I call you mine, huh? My little slut. My pussy.”

The sounds of your moans coupled with his skin meeting yours harshly causes your eyes to slip shut in bliss, legs spread far apart when he reaches between your legs to rub at your clit.

“Fuck come on baby, cum on my cock. Be a good slut and cum.”

After nearly three weeks of watching his stream, one thing you learned how to do was cum on command, drugged by the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands on your skin, cock filling you to the brim. You think you lose hearing in your left ear when you cum in explosive waves, walls quivering around him before you’re being twisted onto your back and his cock slips out. He hunches over your spent figure, grabbing at your throat when he mutters your name softly, giving his cock a few tugs.

You watch with ravenous eyes, gasping when his fingers tighten around your throat and he releases, cum covering your whole stomach, your tits and neck.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, eyes closing momentarily. His softening cock slips out of his hand, and he falls on top of you, face buried in your neck.

Laying there in fading ecstasy, you wrap your arms around his sinewy shoulders, kissing up the side of his neck when he turns his head slightly to look at you, eyes heavy.

“Gimme those lips.”

Tipping your chin up, you hum dreamily as he moves his mouth over yours, cuddling you daintily into his chest when he rolls you over. Your thighs feel like jelly, heart a puddle of mush when he begins to pepper kisses all over your face.

“What are you doing?” You giggle, fighting him off weakly but still enjoying the attention.

He cocks an eyebrow, “what? Can’t I kiss my girl?”

“Your girl?”

Glancing at your neck, he nods, drawing circles on your skin, “yeah, my girl.”

“Since when?” You tease, booping his nose lightly.

His feline eyes turn serious, pouty lips parted slightly, “since a few moments ago.”

“I don’t remember you asking me,” you prod, grimacing slight at the cum drying on your chest.

“Oh, well…”

“Well…?”

He smirks, “you love teasing me, don’t you?”

“I do,” you chirp, a suggestive smile on your face, “in all senses of the word.”

You drag a hand through his wet hair, about to tell him how handsome he looks with his hair pushed back when he takes the same hand and brings it up to his lips, placing a lingering kiss on each digit.

“Will you be my girl?”

Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you nod, dazed by the sparks in his eyes when you whisper, “yes.”

His lips stretch into his signature gummy smile, eyes crinkling when you place a kiss on the tip of his nose. You’re dizzy with excitement, nuzzling into his neck as you wrap your legs around his torso. His voice is muffled but you still hear him, broken from your spell.

“But you got to stop teasing me.”

“Never.”

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[mochilatae]

Me Time (Namjoon x Yn/Reader)

Word Count: 7.23k

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Kissing (french and other), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, clit/pussy sucking, orgasms (multiple, yours and his), flirting, seduction, semi-missionary sex, intense sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, Namjoon has money/a nice place/is a rich guy in this one. If I missed one, it is what it is. 

Genre: Strangers to Lovers, PWP

AUs: None

Summary: You head to the woods for a Me Day. When you encounter a handsome stranger more than once, it becomes an ‘Us’ day that you could get used to. 

Author’s Note: Glad to be back and I’m happy to have my comeback be a Namjoon adventure. This was requested by @worldwideseal a bit ago and I've been trying hard to finish it.

Thank you for reading. If you enjoyed it, let me know in a comment. 

Tag list: @askkrisachan @kiestrokes

It was a solid battle. A contemplation in the drinks aisle, door open and chilled air rolling over your sun warmed skin. If you were accused of debating too long, it wasn’t something you’d deny. The cool air felt nice on the sting of what had clearly proved a bit too long in the midday sun. 

A wonderful way to start your weekend: an unexpectedly challenging hike that was supposed to take less than 30 minutes from the parking lot. But that proved to be for those initiated types–the ones who made a hike with a considerable grade look like a jaunt. 

For you it was a bit more like a gauntlet of misery. So you’d more than justified it to yourself, leaning against the drinks cooler door frame, letting your profile crush against the frosted surface. 

You hadn’t heard the footsteps approaching but the voice came through. Clear. Amused. No need to look because a grin stretched the distance between the few words over your shoulder.

“Contemplating life or flavors?” 

You straightened, grip finding and holding the door handle. The chilly rush over your cheeks did something to help the panic, which helped a little. You couldn’t blame that kind of tell on lack of sunscreen or an unplanned too-long-hike in the sun.

“It’s rough.” You barely replied. Eyes popping, you grabbed the brightest color visible front and center: blue ice. Lowest on your list, but it was in your hand and you stepped aside.

A large hand grazed your own as grips traded on the door handle. 

The form stepping into your spot in front of the open case was just obvious enough: Big. Broad. Tanned just right. The kind of golden that said it was real deal stuff. No spray tan or tanning bed nonsense. 

The man leaned forward, eyes closing as he hummed into the same cold air your pores sucked up earlier. 

You swallowed, eyes lingering on the necklines. And the biceps, rounded, stressing the cuffs of his white t-shirt sleeves just enough. Suddenly you were hungry–the handful of crackers and cheese burned up long ago in the car. You’d eaten fast and should have prepared more, but now you saw something meaty. 

Something in a healthy, hunky shape, grinning your way, eyes finally open and meeting your nervous stare. Your eyes widened again. At least you kept your mouth neutral–an even line. 

He had a nice smile as selected the same flavor you’d chosen, nodding your way.

“Good flavor. You like it too?” 

You looked down, turned the bottle over in your grip, and looked back up.

Shrugging, you waved the bottle a little. “It’s up there.” 

One perfectly thick brow arched as the man offered a timid smile. He didn’t move much, but his bangs still lolled. The tips feathered his forehead, hypnotizing your senses for a moment. You’d barely noticed the world huffing up the winding trails outside the store, melting under your tank top and workout leggings.

He had the faintest sweat–something normally unappealing. He’d managed to make a biological response magical. The slickness on his skin looked good.

“Up there? Not your go-to?” 

In the middle of the only store for 45 minutes in either direction, there wasn’t room to be choosy.  Trade offs were made for a weekend away from your city apartment. A lot more space. A lot LESS amenities. 

But sometimes there were unexpected perks—exhibit A standing just within reach. 

Blue Ice traded hands as he reached into the case again. This time he selected a considerable bottle of Evian and shook it, like you’d done before. Both his cheeks developed dimples as he beamed.  

Your fingers tightened on the cold plastic bottle that you now gripped for dear life. Your throat was tight enough. It wasn’t the only part suddenly unable to relax. The reason was familiar and longer overdue: Attraction. Raw and unbridled. Washing over you.

“Can’t beat water. Perfect palette cleanser.” Murmuring, his fingers wrapped both bottle necks with room to spare as they overlapped.

“You’re not local.” He added once his assessing gaze finished at your face. 

A scoff dislodged the lump in your throat, allowing a breath.  

“Is it that obvious?” 

You boiled inside all over again–as warm inside as the surface of your skin felt outwardly when a wide, warm smile changed the entire handsome face in front of you. 

If he was a local you’d eat the map you’d grabbed from the gift shop ‘section’ of the store. 

“Maybe.” He added a wink, then looked beyond you, towards the clerk leaning into the counter by the register, yawning her way through the local paper with low lids. She hadn’t looked up when you came in, but she couldn’t have missed this guy.

“Are you?” It was natural to ask so you didn’t feel awkward about it. 

“Yes and No.” 

“I don’t live here year round. I visit now and then.”

“What’s that mean?” You watched his free hand go into a pocket, then come back out with a square of leather.

His head jerked towards the end of the aisle and you took a step, matching his as he walked and talked. 

“Family?” Your eyes scanned the shelves as you moved along, trailing the man but also debating just how hungry you felt before it was too late and you were back into the hike back to your car. It seemed just a touch too far away right now and those Oreos on the upcoming end cap looked all too tempting. 

“No.” He chuckled, glancing at you, then following your eyes to the Oreos. With a rakish grin, the man grabbed two packs and they joined the drinks, tucked against the inside, pinned in place by the inside of his arm. 

You suddenly wondered what that arm would feel like around your neck. Maybe bent over the counter, with his lips along your ear, his hips screwing slowly against your ass. Bold and full of fire. 

That kind of body heat wouldn’t be the worst thing to suffer. You were piping hot in a few places as it was. 

“I own a place up the hill.” He was stopped at the aisle end. You thought about going around, but didn’t. No need to end this encounter any sooner than it was going to be over. It wasn’t getting any less hot outside either. 

“Yeah?” You returned a smile. 

“Mmhm. What’s your name?” 

You hesitated, bringing the drink bottle to your neck and rolling it along one side. You kind of like it more than a lot that his eyes followed the motion. His patient smile didn’t falter but something flashed in his eyes. 

“Y/n.” 

“Nice to meet you.” He said. “I’d shake your hand but—”

Your hand shot out. Until now you weren’t the type for hand shakes. How quickly that changed. 

“Namjoon” He pumped your hand as he spoke again. That big palm was warm and smooth. Silky and dry. By contrast you wondered just how dewy your palm still felt. You’d spent quite a bit of time wiping palms on your thighs as you’d paused all too often on every hill during the hike. But he didn’t have to know that. 

Namjoon gave no indication he minded, if anything was amiss. “Nice to meet you.” 

Finally he moved again and you watched his back as he stopped at the counter. The employee barely looked up, coming away from the counter to situate herself mostly behind the register. The beep of each scan started. In between Namjoon made more conversation, which was a relief because you couldn’t keep your focus on talking with the way your eyes feasted on his ass and calves.

Everything from his hips down looked impossibly tight in his light gray workout pants. 

“You hiked up here then?” 

Leaning around him, you stole a look at your chosen drink still on the counter, then sighed. 

“Yeah.” 

Namjoon moved your bottle towards his selections. The girl was efficient, scanning so fast you had no time to protest. With a single blink you pointed. 

“...That’s mine.” 

He had to forget. That was it. Best to remind him. Just like him, you’d queued up to pay. Reasonable for how you expected things to go. Even if you hadn’t expected to meet someone in the middle of choosing. But that was life sometimes: unplanned, bringing pleasant surprise on the back of undesired situations.

“I know.” Namjoon opened his wallet. 

You noted several cards in various colors. Even black—you knew enough about people who owned a black card. It took a certain level of financial security and comfort to get one of those. 

He’d already paid and turned towards you again with your drink held out in offering. You took it. When he passed a pack of Oreos along after, you sputtered. It wasn’t an insult to injury for the extra sugar, or the worst thing. The cheap energy would help your dreaded trip back down the hill. 

Still… How he’d decided to be so kind. To a stranger. 

“Why?” You inquired, low and confused. Feeling all kinds of knotted up inside at his kindness and that flame still going inside your chest. 

Namjoon stepped around you and started for the door, taking your focus with him as you turned, and paced him with your stare. Looking back, he held the door open and spoke. 

“I wanted to. Be careful out there.” 

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You kept replaying things in your head, carefully shuffling sideways down the steep hill. There hadn’t seemed to be so many on the way up, but the grade felt a lot more intense going the other direction, towards the store. 

Now, having some distance from the store, you felt a little sheepish over quietly cursing your decision to come up here. It was a lovely day outside, instead of the boiling, sun soaked hell you’d sworn it had become earlier.

Unscrewing your drink cap you took another healthy swallow and swatted at the tinny whine of a mosquito hovering near your ear. You slapped another away from your shoulder and marched down the hill again, taking more cautious steps. 

As you came around a corner, you noticed a form and barely glanced further beyond, where the hill sloped down again, into the shadows of forest canopy. Darkness and coolness was promised and you couldn’t wait. 

You made your way by with measured steps, almost shuffling to keep from tumbling down the trail, treading on the loose gravel and natural divots of long dislodged rocks.

It wouldn’t be attractive to go the rest of the way down on your backside. 

“Y/n?”  A curious voice, tinged in muted surprise.

You looked towards the voice as your pace slowed and  the figure turned to greet your approach. Clear as day: the tall frame with white t-shirt impressively stretched over a broad front. 

Namjoon’s face, still fresh as it’d been meeting him a bit ago, beamed. 

His sunglasses were off, resting on his head and he wiped a hand on his thigh, then extended it. You tried wiping a hand too, missing a good amount of the dirt kissed palm. Namjoon shook hands anyway. 

As he glanced where you’d been heading, you stole a once over. Namjoon didn’t look any more sweat soaked than he’d been. The hill grades weren’t a challenge for him. If he’d hiked to get to that store too, he was in MUCH better shape. You’d never have guessed he’d just come up these hills, looking unflagged in front of the drink cooler.

“So you didn’t drive to the store.” You voiced the determination, earning a raised brow. 

“Is that bad?” 

“No.” 

“I DID drive to the parking lot down there.” Namjoon motioned in that direction. “The road is too long and winding through the woods to get up there safely. From the parking lot it’s an easier walk.” 

An easier walk. You scoffed softly and wiped the back of a hand across your brow. 

“You parked down there too?” He continued, casually wiping trail dust off his shirt. 

“Not quite.” When he looked up again, both brows rose. The least you could do was a little more explanation. Lamely you added “..My friend dropped me off. I have to meet her back down there in a little bit.” 

“That’s nice of her.” He murmured with a smile. His cheekbones had a brief glimmer. Even the overhead sun couldn’t do a thing to dim his appeal. Sweaty or dry as a bone. Rain soaked. Something told you that Namjoon was all-weather handsome. 

“Yeah.” You agreed.

You watched your sneaker toe bully through the dirt in an uneven line. Your muscles protested menacingly from this tiny action. Much too much. Burning and twitching had found a nice home there. The croissant and half a coffee you’d wolfed down for morning fuel hadn’t left a single ounce of energy by now. You were paying for it now, even with half a sports drink down. 

“You should walk down there with me.” 

You were equally surprised and thankful he asked. The  company was welcoming and you needed to see his car. Having several cards in his wallet and looking so good even after a moderately intense hike? Namjoon wasn’t driving a beater. 

“Sure..” You responded, waiting just long enough to look like it’d been a little debate. 

Namjoon pushed upright from the leaning he’d been doing against a tree just off the trail and stepped towards you. Turning to face downhill, he strode forward and you followed, falling into pace. His strides were long, but he went slow enough. It was like he sussed your flagging energy and mounting fatigue. You weren’t exactly projecting boundless energy.

However long the hike felt going uphill, time bent again and it seemed over all too soon as you paced Namjoon to the parking lot’s asphalt edge after coming around the last trail bend a short time later. 

As you stood next to him, looking at the few cars in spaces scattered across the lot, Namjoon turned his face up to the sun and let his head fall back.

You slid your pack straps off both shoulders and brought it around to your front. Namjoon rifled through his pocket, doing the same to free himself from his mid-size backpack. The keys jingled as he looked away from you, to a far corner of the lot. 

“Your friend here yet?” He inquired, squinting.

You scanned. Nowhere did you see the familiar rust nibbled Isuzu. An antique by some measure but it served her father well in college and he’d maintained the interior parts enough to keep it going even now. The car got you up here and you were fairly confident it’d get you back to town. 

“Not yet.” You thought about calling but didn’t go for your cell phone, setting your pack at your feet instead. Namjoon noticed, double taking. 

“Well..” He began, leaning down and grabbing a strap, then lifting the pack like it was empty. It certainly hadn’t felt that way going up OR down the trail. “..Let me drive you? Where are we headed?”

“You don’t have to–” A tut cut you off toot suite.

“I want to, Y/n. Where are we going?” 

Inhaling, you almost choked on trail dust still lingering at the lot edge. The dread of the trip back home in a car without AC was pulling you down into despair. In spite of your friend's optimism, all the windows down had not helped nearly as promised and it wouldn’t be better now, sweaty and tired. 

You glanced at Namjoon after a moment.

“...Well.. Where are you going?”

Namjoon’s smile was cheeky. “Me? I have a place about 20 minutes drive from here. You’re welcome to hang out there and wait for your friend.” 

“I could do that.” You should, not wanting to go all the way back up that hellish trail, to the store. No way you’d make it. No need to even delude yourself. The Isuzu and the trail would not see YOU again, for now. 

“Yeah? I know it’s cliche. Stranger danger..”

“Maybe but.. What the hell. It’ll be nice to see your place and find out there’s more than a few damp cabins out here. So long as it’s not a rotting shack in the pines, we’re golden.” Your mind supplied endless visions of bugs, bears and poison oak. It was anybody’s guess what you’d encounter but there was 1 of those 3, minimum. 

“Hmm.” A playful glare leveled your way. “There’s not much land value in a moss covered single level dwelling these days. The market wouldn’t bear it and I’m not into that kind of ambiance.” 

“Thank goodness.” 

Namjoon reached where he’d been looking: the lot corner, and a cobalt blue sedan parked there. It was dusty but otherwise in great shape. MUCH better than no-AC and AM radio only.

You followed, keeping within a step or two. As you both made your way, Namjoon spoke again. 

“You can call your friend when we get to my place and hang out until they get there. Deal?” 

You nodded.

He opened the passenger door first and watched you climb in, then moved to that back passenger door and opened it. A gentle lob had both your packs situated across the back seat.

As Namjoon settled into the driver’s seat, you buckled your seatbelt,then let your legs stretch out. The footwell was roomy too. This was proving to be a good decision the more time went on. You wouldn’t have bet on this kind of luck turn hours ago.

Namjoon was smiling, watching you get comfortable. The car came to life. He adjusted the rearview mirror.

“I wouldn’t object to some food too.” You suggested, watching him study the mirror’s reflection, then glance back as he reversed out of the parking spot. He shifted to drive, jaw muscles briefly flexing before he spoke.

“I can take care of that.”

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You finished the last bite of apple and chewed, staring out the picture window. 

Namjoon had more than a ramshackle place with walls, windows and a few doors. It was like something out of Mountain Living magazine–of which you were sure you’d seen a few issues neatly stacked on the coffee table in the living room when he’d led you through. 

This kitchen was spacious. More than any other cabin you’d spent time in.Even if that number wasn’t high, THIS place was impressive. It shouldn’t have been a shock, spotting all the cards in his wallet. That was plenty of foreshadowing. 

Even if assumptions weren’t fair.

You swallowed and turned away from the view, setting the remains of the apple on the kitchen table and headed for the living room. You took a loop around the perimeter, studying the bookshelf, paying close attention to the single shelf dedicated to what looked like photo albums. 

You were tempted to pull one off and go through it. But you didn’t, turning your attention to the photos on the nearby wall: lots of candid photos of nature. Namjoon’s selfies tended to be unique: his form standing in the distance of the shot, back to the camera. 

Or in silhouette barely at the edges. You liked a particularly vibrant one of his bare back to the camera, shorts soaked to the skin with water, flesh glistening in the sun against the expanse of a sky so blue it hardly seemed real. 

It looked like some kind of lake. You wondered where this body of water was, hopeful it wasn’t far, then went to work pondering how it would have been behind the lens, taking the shot.

...And what would happen after, when the picture was done and Namjoon turned around with that smile. 

A smile you’d grown to really like A LOT since the store. 

Hearing a door close, you turned towards the dark hall where the sound had come from. There was a little motion under the door at the far end, shadows moving across a sliver of light at the bottom. 

A moment later the door came open and Namjoon’s form filled the newly made space. Not long after his footsteps came towards you. When he came through from the dark into light, your senses reeled. 

Namjoon was flushed and smiling, hair wet and slicked back, cheeks plumped in a shy grin. He’d changed shirts. This one was thinner and more ivory than optic white. You knew that shape at the front of his chest and the tiny perking points. 

You blinked away the stun and smiled back. 

“You reach your friend?” He asked, walking towards, then around you, heading for the couch. 

You turned. “Yeah.” You’d hit voicemail. It wasn’t your best message and you probably sounded breathless, describing what had happened on your hike and trying to summarize Namjoon in the space of 30 seconds. 

Lord knows how your friend would take it. 

“I…” You paused and Namjoon’s head turned your way. 

“Hmm?” He’d paused arranging the couch cushions, even though they looked perfect to you. “What is it?” 

God you felt…dumb admitting this but it was best to spit the truth out. Time would betray you eventually. 

“I wasn’t sure of your address so I couldn’t leave one on the voicemail.” 

Namjoon chuckled warm and slow. You wanted to grab a throw pillow nearby and stuff your face into it, to swallow up the responsive squeal aching to escape your throat. 

“I guess I hadn’t thought about that.” He motioned to the magazines. “You could have done it the sneaky way.. That’s got my address.” 

“I’m not a sneaky type.” You replied. Namjoon nodded. 

“Appreciate that. Well.. “ He inhaled and picked up one of the smaller pillows, then lobbed it at the far end of the couch. “...If you want to call them back, I’ll give you my address–officially.” 

Did you REALLY want to call your friend right now? This place was pretty damned nice and so was the company. Mulling it over, you finally shrugged. 

“In a little bit.” Namjoon’s brows dropped. You fumbled, continuing. “...If that’s okay? I mean…I can—” 

“It’s fine.” His brows were soft arches over dark, comforting eyes again. “I like the company.” 

“Me too.” It was exciting how the confession sent heat through you. Rubbing at your neck, you realized how sweaty and icky you still felt. Namjoon’s head cocked as he walked closer to you. 

“I’m really glad we met today, Y/n. I like the isolation here but…Having another person around is even better, when I’m in the mood.” 

“Is it?” You croaked, swallowing a lump. Your nod was almost a twitch. “..You’re in the mood to have someone around today?” 

“I wasn’t at first.” Namjoon’s pause dragged on until you met his stare, gazing into the depths of his eyes right there, just above you. “..That changed…” He snickered and softly murmured “...for some reason.” 

You could tell he was being cheeky and it was delightful. You couldn’t help giggling too. 

“I wonder why..” You sighed. 

After a minute, Namjoon looked around. “Let’s get a little more comfortable then. You want to go clean up? My shower’s back there..”

He indicated where he’d come from, with a nod. As if you hadn’t watched him go there prior, the apple pressed to your lips and heart pounding as you drank in this entire place. 

“Thanks..” Was all you managed, head bowing a little. You slipped past him. Namjoon’s turn to watch you go briefly clear in your peripherals. 

“Just pick whatever out of my dresser. Plenty to choose from. See you soon.” 

“You have a beautiful bathroom.” You confided, watching Namjoon standing next to you. It was getting to a really nice addiction: you and he, just sharing this space. It’d only been a few hours but it was like a lifetime away from the rest of the world.

Namjoon looked away from the living room window and smiled at you. “Thanks.” 

What you’d WANTED to say was ‘This whole place is amazing.’, but you weren’t psychic or brave enough to voice that–just yet. 

Combing wet strands back, you shook your hair out again. It was still a little damp from the shower, but you felt so much better with the grime and sweat washed away.

You hadn’t realized just how much you’d collected tromping up and down the hills out there. Not until you’d felt the rivulets of perfectly hot water winding down your body under the massive shower head, did you really conceive how messy you’d gotten. 

The whole shower experience here left your skin humming and nicely warm. A far cry from your apartment’s modest water pressure and scalding or ice cold temperature poles. If you were honest, you could get used to this. 

“I appreciate the compliment.” Namjoon finally said. “I wasn’t sure about the head but it’s got your approval. Think I’ll keep it.” 

When you locked eyes, he winked, grin wider than before. He was more handsome with dimples. 

“What else do you do out here, alone?” You voiced your curiosity this time. Maybe it was the inhibitions washed away with the sudsy heat or something else at play, but it was out before you could regret.

Namjoon took it well.

“Alone? Hmmm. Sometimes I sit out on the back deck or soak in the hot tub outback and stare at the sky. Listen to nature. Ponder the big questions in life..” 

It all sounded pretty damned good. Beat the hell out of your couch and the usual television fare. 

“Hmm.” You stared at him again. Another question slipped out as quickly as it had popped into your mind. “...And when you’re not alone?” 

You matched the way Namjoon raised a brow. When he chuckled your chest went light. 

“Bit of an intimate kind of question, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You retorted. “If what you do is something intimate.” 

Like storm clouds rolling across a sky, darkening the beauty with impressive danger, a shadowy energy flitted through Namjoon’s eyes. But you weren’t scared. You were absolutely riveted. For once in your normally gun shy, socially conservative life. 

“And if I said it was something intimate?”

He was good, dodging a direct answer just enough. He knew just how to feed your interest with words and the things between them. You licked your lips, feeling them twitch as your tongue rolled along. 

“..Sounds like a good time. Care to share?” 

Who were you, suddenly digging for details? Normally this was kosher for your friends. You’d earned the right, but with a basic stranger like Namjoon? You knew you had a lot of nerve. And you were taking a HUGE gamble. 

“Mmm.” Namjoon stepped close again, not much space now between the front of his body and your own. You didn’t back up, lifting your chin to keep eye contact. His smile shrank. 

“I do whatever I want. Or..my guest wants. I’m interested in being the best host I can, if I have company.” 

“Yeah?” 

Namjoon nodded. He let you take another breath, then continued.

“You’re my guest. What do you want to do? What’s your pleasure?” It was really, REALLY sexy the way Namjoon was opening his place to you. And from the energy you detected, he was willing to give himself too. 

“Have you ever done it here?” 

“Done ..’it’? What’s it?” He queried, teasingly. Your forehead felt hot again. You blinked and Namjoon leaned down a little.

“..You mean sex? Are you asking me if I’ve fucked here?” His breath washed across your lips. You couldn’t help nodding or the whine that escaped. Namjoon’s hungry stare burrowed into your soul. He nibbled briefly on his lip.

“I have. Plenty of times. It’s been a while, though.” 

“Has it?” You squeaked as he ran fingertips along your jaw and added pressure at your chin, tipping your face up more. 

“Mmnhmm.” Namjoon’s smile unfurled again. “..Has it been long for you?” 

You stammered, suddenly amnesiac over the last time you’d properly fucked. Of course you had, and the experiences rated ‘okay’ by usual standards, but work and life wedged a lot of time between each session. Forgettable was too perfect a way to describe how it all seemed now.

“It’s been a minute.” You finally managed. 

“Want to remedy that?” 

Maybe it sounded corny coming from anyone else, in a dark, muggy club dancefloor or bar, but Namjoon’s suggesting it now came off only as unadulterated heat. And something you wanted so very much. 

“Yes.” It was a gasp. Maybe a plea. 

“God Y/n..” Namjoon watched your fingers circling his broad wrist. You pulled his hand closer to your lips and grazed them over a few fingertips. You tingled as his lips parted and his lids lowered.

Whatever he was trying to say you were sure it was the same feeling flooding through your entire body. Pulsing inside you, ending right between your legs as they trembled like they’d never done before. More than any hike could ever induce. 

You cut him off.  “..Relax me, Namjoon. Make me forget everything for a while.” 

It was like the shadow darkened hallway stretched on forever as Namjoon moved, carrying you. You couldn’t wrap around him more, but you wanted to try, tightening your thighs around his waist. 

He didn’t have wide hips, but they were sturdy as he walked, pacing slowly across the wood floor in a leisurely path to the bedroom. You dimly knew the space waited beyond that doorway at the far end. And you wanted time to condense again, to bring you both where nature said you should be: in Namjoon’s bed. 

Doing things that nature intended for two people at the mercy of attraction were fated to do. 

Namjoon didn’t pause kissing you as he opened the door, then bumped it wider with a hip. You were in the bedroom, the setting sun’s rays barely filtering through the treetops outside the nearby window. 

As he paused at the bed, then leaned over it, the kiss broke. Reds and fiery orange hues outlined Namjoon’s triangular upper body as he braced a palm into the bed, finally leaned over enough that your back met the mattress. 

“Let go.” He whispered. 

You fell entirely into the bed, grateful for the cushioned fall. Your hair and limbs splayed. Namjoon’s eyes stayed on your, enjoying your slow wriggle as he grasped his shirt and hauled it up, then off. It met the bed nearby. 

Your own hands clutched down the length of your body, finding the shirt you’d chosen from his offered selection.

“Don’t.” Namjoon growled, dropping his bottoms next. Then his briefs, unbothered at the ferocity of his erect cock springing vertical on escape. He mounted the bed on one knee, outside your hip, then the other one joined and he loomed over your again, head to toe bare of a stitch of clothes. 

Sure you’d pondered how he looked in that shower when he’d taken his turn. And under those tight workout pants in the store. Now all was coming clear. All was on a platter, right in front of you—or over you, as it were. 

Your body arched, breasts jostling. Namjoon cupped the outside of a breast and stroked his thumb across the nipple. It perked and he studied the shape through the t–shirt. A garment you desperately wanted to lose. 

In the game of ‘naked’, he was leagues ahead of you. 

“I’m…Namjoon, please–” You sputtered, then groaned loudly when he pinched that tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged. His touch was gone in a blink and he gathered your shirt, pushing it higher, up to your neck. Head bowed, he backed down towards the foot of the bed a bit more, until his mouth stopped above your navel. 

“Let me.” He purred, peeling down the boxers you’d borrowed too, and taking them to your knees. While one hand pushed them to your ankles, then off, Namjoon’s nose spiraled your mound. 

You heard his inhale. The groan he let out was sinfully needy too. You bent your right knee, drawing that leg up a little more and lifting your ass off the bed. Delivering your pussy right against his wide open mouth, swooping in to latch onto your clit. 

Namjoon sucked deep and tight, lips perfectly sealed. Then the pulsing started. He was quiet enough, only making a pop sound when he pulled away now and then. 

It wasn’t like he needed to suck your clit or slide his tongue through your folds to open them. It already felt hot and slippery. Your flesh ached in a way that said making out had long since done the trick. 

But Namjoon was enjoying himself and explored with his pointer finger, tracing it through you, stopping down at your opening. Teasing the winking muscle until it clenched again and your thighs shook. 

“You’re so wet..Y/n. You like this don’t you? Are you always this ready when it’s been a while?” 

You nodded. You couldn’t be sure it was true but if that’s what he wanted to hear, if felt like the truest answer you could give. He seemed to accept it diving down to lick, then stab his tongue deeper into you, pushing through your muscle. 

He scooped your widening thighs up and wrapped them over his shoulders. Hugged them against the sides of his neck as he moaned, jaw dropping wider open. Pushing into you, lifting your hips higher and bringing your ass off the bed again.

A lake of heat was swirling in your belly. You wanted to tell him you were close because you felt like the edge was right there, you precariously toes over and staring down into the fall. 

But you couldn’t get the words out. It was only a long, confused hiss of pleasure as fingers slid into you. Pulled out and dipped in again. Namjoon’s fingers worked to stir you up inside, drawing slick out from the depths, slathering it all over you on the outside. Making a delicious mess. 

When you couldn’t take it anymore and your chest heaved, Namjoon pulled back enough and shrugged your legs off his shoulders. He joined them together and turned you onto one side, hooking them neatly over the bend of one elbow, palm planted deep into the bed with an impressive divot.

It was so much concentrated weight focused into one point, you felt the bed sink just a little. Namjoon’s face came into view over you. He groped between your bodies, finding himself and guiding the tip to nest perfectly against you. 

When his bare cock slid inside you, it was done in a single, firm stroke. It wasn’t about the power of his thrust. It was the unhesitant drive in his hips, planting his cock deep and pushing a strangled gasp right out of you. 

Your upper body twisted, neck and head craning away. Profile bracing into the bed, you inhaled, head spinning off the scent of clean, fresh soap, light sweat and errant traces of Namjoon’s natural scent. 

You keened as he pulled back, slid a hand down your side and cupped the hip facing up, then sunk back in. The pumping was seamless. He flowed in and out of you, building speed but keeping the perfect depth. Hitting spots inside you that sent sparks across your scalp. Sent rails of fire down your spine. Curled your toes, when he circled into you and his hips snapped. 

“You feel so good on my cock.. God baby..that’s it..” Over you, Namjoon’s exhale coasted along your skin, burning hot as he muttered wondrously.

You could only whimper, nails sunk into the crook of his nearer elbow, head rolling back to keep your briefly open eyes focused on the ceiling beyond Namjoon’s rocking head. 

He murmured. Fucked. Pushed your knees high as he folded your twisted body up more. Condensed what little tight, wet space was inside you, more and more. There was only so much room and it was full–slick came out more and more as he pulled out and rammed back in. 

It was an unmistakable wet slap loud and clear over Namjoon’s huffing. He was putting in the work and you were back at the edge, now something invisible wrapping and pulling you over. You tumbled, cumming hard. Cumming quick, seizing around his cycling cock.

Namjoon’s head lolled backwards, but he kept going, through your rippling walls. Working up a froth through the creamy mess building as you squeezed and pulsed. Your throat opened as you groaned out a “P..Please..don’t s..stop…”

Your guts seized so hard you couldn’t cry out when Namjoon heeded your request and let himself really go, fucking you deeper. Harder. Jerking your whole body up the bed as he followed. You weren’t escaping–not from him. Not from the gut wrenching orgasm ripping through you. 

The world whited as your eyes rolled up entirely, leaving you sightless. Your purpose on this earth: to feel every bit of ecstasy rushing through you and sending you to the brink of human experience. 

With the release of pressure a trickle followed down to your ass. Namjoon faltered. His lips dove down to your ear.

“..Inside or…o..out..” 

No time to think meant no room for regret. You HAD to know. 

“Inside. Fill me up, Namjoon..” Your lips joined in a deep, ravenous kiss, gobbling up his moan as he shuddered. A few rough thrusts later, he was still, plunged deep, pulsing. Your twitching pussy probably felt like heaven to him as he emptied every drop into you.

When it was over, Namjoon carefully pulled back. His cock slipped out and you felt emptier. For a moment your muscles stayed open, then closed up tight. Like they were determined to hold onto every ounce of what this man had just given. 

“Holy…shit.” Namjoon wiped a forearm across his brow and laughed slowly, Adam’s apple dancing. 

“You felt..so good.” You blurted out. It took a few moments to see beyond the last rays of sunset through the window. The bouquet of colors was gone, leaving a muted, reddish haze. 

Namjoon’s shoulders flexed back as he rolled his neck. “..If you could understand how your pussy feels.. Fuck..” With a groan he combed his bangs back. 

“Worth the wait?” 

You tickled the downy trail running south, below his navel, then situated both calves on the outside of his hips. Namjoon’s hands rested loose on your hips. He wasn’t shy, eyeing your whole body and wearing the smirk of a job well done. 

There was no doubt he’d smashed your previous experiences. Your insides twitched and your head had barely cleared. You’d just come back to the present, cobbling together enough focus for basic conversation. 

“And then some..” Namjoon hummed, seizing your wrist and bringing that hand to his lips. He tucked a kiss into that palm. Leering down at you, he cupped that hand against the center of his chest. Right between those big, perfectly muscled pecs. 

“Ready to call your friend?” There was a distant hope sparkling in his eyes. You knew as well as he did: No was acceptable, again. 

“In a little bit.” You murmured, then glanced at his bedroom door. He’d left it open. His mouth shifted into a half grin. 

“Something else you want—maybe somewhere else around here?” 

“Well I noticed a hot tub outside.” 

“That’s right.” Namjoon’s muscles shifted under your palm. Your fingers curled along his skin, lightly pressing in, trying to feel more. You wanted more of him, not just the tour of his place. 

“We should try it out.” 

“We can do that. A soak is good for the muscles.” 

“I’ve heard that. ….Got time to give me a full tour after that?” Whatever he might have planned for the rest of his night, he didn’t flinch and his expression stayed pleasant. Welcoming, like his gaze following your legs up to your core and taking a long time to linger there. 

“You’re really changing my mind about this whole cabin in the woods thing.” You added. Namjoon puffed his chest and leaned forward, releasing his hold on your hand as if he knew you’d keep that palm against him. 

You didn’t prove him wrong, adding the other palm as he pressed down over you. A kiss was on the horizon and you tipped your face up. His weight felt good on you–Namjoon’s large frame trapped you in the best way. 

He was warm. His cock was tacky but already semi hard as it inched across your belly. 

“I’m always up for a chance to change an opinion. We can go have a soak and you can think about calling your friend after.” 

You offered a faux pout. “Are you saying I have to leave?” 

“That’s not even close to what I said. Definitely wasn’t thinking it..” Even being faintly chastised felt good. You couldn’t say you had the same take away back at work, in front of your boss or direct report. 

“Good to know.” You snuck a look down to what you could make out of your body underneath Namjoon. It was still damp enough between your thighs. You knew it wouldn’t be as bad as it had been still in the act, but you knew a wipe down was in order before you dared stick a toe in his hot tub. 

Call it respect, but you also wanted a chance to explore what things looked like after you’d been daring enough to ask for and receive what had to be a healthy load inside. That hadn’t happened since your last committed relationship. 

You looked up again, watching Namjoon’s face disappear as he sucked a kiss at the bottom of your neck, where it joined your shoulder. Afterwards he sat up and backed down the bed. He offered both hands to help you up. 

When you stood upright face to face, the bed at your back, you felt shy. Your legs felt surprisingly weak. You swallowed, finding your mouth cottony. 

“Let’s grab a drink too. You can show off your kitchen and the living room? You’re into photography I noticed.”

“What makes you say that?” He tugged you along, taking a step at a time backwards towards the bedroom doorway. If it hadn’t been his cabin, you’d wonder if he’d walked around his place in the city like this. What was that place like? 

You wanted to know more about who Namjoon was beyond this big getaway spot in the woods and his generous many-card credit power. 

“I saw photo albums on your bookshelf.” 

“Yeah.” Namjoon’s features smothered darkness as he crossed the bedroom door threshold into the hallway. “I dabble now and then. Whenever I’m here.” 

“Would love to see it.” 

“We can add that to the tour. I do like to keep my guests happy.” 

“And I think I like this whole day in the woods. Might be time to find out about what a weekend away would be like.” 

Namjoon’s body was against you again as your travel paused midway down the hall. You didn’t have to see, only feel and you knew he was going for a kiss. You surrendered your mouth and he took his time, tongue exploring lightly. 

“A little Me Time…I can support that–in more than one way.”   

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VI. Don't Think About Him || KNJ

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold (Masterpost)

Rating: NSFW - minors dni

Genre: college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, the absolute slowest of burns

Pairing: Namjoon x female reader, unrequited Taehyung x reader

Beta'd by @/kookstempo, @/casuallyimagining, and @/toikiii - thank you endlessly!

Summary: You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

Lesson One: there are such things as a right way and a wrong way to love and to be loved.

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You try - and fail - to figure out who and what you want.

Section Warnings: excessive drinking, bar scenes, language, kissing, groping, maybe grinding idk

WC: 6k

The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake, Broad field, bright flower, and the long white road A gateless garden, and an open path: My feet to follow, and my heart to hold. - Journey | Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sunday October 28th

Fire burns low in the hearth, but my feet itch and beg to go, into the night where the wolfpack hunts, into the storm of wind and snow.

I can hear only their hunting song. The blizzard steals from me my sight. I have no map to traverse this land, But I peer wistfully into the night.

The wolves, the storm, the wild land, Even still I must decide. I know despite the dangers, I can’t afford to stay inside.

“That’s fucking terrible,” you mutter, closing your book and scooting it away from you in disgust. “Wolves? Am I fourteen? For fuck’s sake.”

Still, it does touch on how you feel: like proceeding forward will result in you getting ripped to metaphorical shreds - but staying here, stuck in the familiar just because you’ve deemed it safe, would somehow be worse.

“Talking to yourself?” someone asks, and you jump with a shriek. 

“Namjoon!” you scold, as you register that it’s him in the doorway. “I thought you weren’t home for a few more hours!”

He crosses the room and tosses his bag onto his bed. “Yoongi has a lead foot.”

“How was it?” you ask mildly.

Namjoon wiggles his head, indicating both good and bad. “The brewery was really fun,” he says. “And it was nice for us all to hang out and talk at the house. We all used to dorm together… it’s been weird not living in the same place as them. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

This makes you smile. You’d been to that dorm once or twice, but you’d refused to hang out with Taehyung there because… well, dudes are stinky. And you’re not a clean freak by any means, but it was a little gross over there. 

“Well it was lonely and boring here,” you report. “I’m glad you’re back.” 

You’re instantly unsure if that was too forward, too much. Namjoon going away the literal day after you’d kissed him had given you plenty of time to think in private, but it had also given you room to sow doubts in your own mind. But Namjoon smiles shyly, pleased, so cute it makes your toes wiggle.

“I’m glad to be back too,” he says. “I’m gonna go shower and unpack. Have you made plans for dinner yet? We could order later?”

You hadn’t, but you have a feeling Taehyung will want to hang out after two days away. “I have plans,” you lie, figuring it will end up being true. 

“Ah, no problem then,” Namjoon says easily, and heads into his room, closing the door behind him with a little wave. 

You text Taehyung - “welcome home!! dinner later?” - and get up to start some laundry. By the time it’s done washing, and drying, and you’ve folded it, he still hasn’t answered. 

You try again - “hello??? this is y/n, looking for signs of life???”

This time, the response is almost immediate. 

[4:56 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: sorry [4:56 PM] Tae Bear 🧸: can’t tonight

In the end, you walk to campus alone, eating by yourself in the far corner of the cafeteria. You’ve splurged on ordering too much lately when these meals are built into your tuition. Besides, you don’t want Namjoon to know that your “plans” fell through. 

Friday November 2nd

Angel on the right… Devil on the left… 

You look side to side, conflicted. Such a strong case for each. 

“Are those for tonight?”

You jump, spinning away from the two Halloween costumes you’ve laid out on your bed. It’s not like Namjoon to come over to your side of the apartment; in fact, you’re not sure he’s ever talked to you while you’re in your own room. It’s usually you going over to his door to bother him, if you aren't both in the living room or kitchen. 

“Yeah,” you say. “I can’t decide. You’re coming?”

“I think we all are, except Yoongi,” Namjoon tells you. “I’m going as a detective. I have a magnifying glass and everything.”

You laugh. “I can’t wait to see that. Any thoughts on which way I should go tonight?” You mean the costumes. You’d texted Taehyung for his opinion and he’d returned with, “flip a coin”. You’re not sure why you expected anything else from him. 

“I think that’s going to depend on your mood,” Namjoon teases. “How are we feeling today? Naughty or nice?”

You raise your eyebrows. Was that… outright flirtation? “What if I’m feeling both?” you ask.

He laughs. “You need one of those half-and-half costumes. I’ve seen them in the stores.”

You have too, but you think they’re cheesy. “I think I’ll go devil,” you muse, a finger on your lips as you consider. “The angel wings are pretty cumbersome. And the bars are going to be slammed.”

“Naughty it is.” Namjoon flashes you a grin and disappears from your doorway, throwing over his shoulder, “No complaints from me!”

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the giggle. Well this is new, and damn, you want to keep playing. 

You Uber together to the first bar of the town’s Halloween pub crawl, the guys waiting for you outside. Taehyung howls in laughter at Namjoon’s long coat, fedora, and magnifying glass. 

“I see the devil won the coin toss,” he says to you, grinning.

You roll your eyes, still a little peeved that he couldn’t take anything seriously, even when you needed him to. This was a trivial thing, but still. It wasn’t a lot to ask.

Jungkook hands you and Namjoon a flyer with a QR code - it listed the locations of each bar and what time the group would move, in case you got lost or missed the exodus. Inside, you have to pay to get wristbanded, but the wristband earns you special prices at each of the stops. 

“This does not go with my costume,” you pretend to pout, the bright yellow wristband glaring against your short, red dress.

“I think everyone will understand,” Namjoon teases. Taehyung appears on your other side, pointing out the little laminated sign that advertises this bar’s drink specials. 

“You two need to catch up,” he insists.

Three hours and two bars later, you think you’ve achieved this. You and Taehyung cling to each other’s arms, holding each other up, somehow taking turns being the one who needs help staying upright. The first two bars had offered specials on shots, but this one only has special offers for mixed drinks and beer. 

“Do we pay full price for shots, or do we let The Man tell us it’s time to settle down?” you muse loudly into Taehyung’s ear.

“Don’t start with that shit,” he tells you. “This is Halloween, not a hippie convention.”

“I see at least four hippies,” you sniff indignantly.

“I think you’re seeing double,” he counters. “No more shots for you.”

“You aren’t in charge of me!” you yell, and head for the bar at a clip, ankles crying for mercy in your heels. You grasp the bar in both hands when you get there, steady yourself, and then reach up to fix your horn headband, which had been starting to slide. You thought Taehyung was right behind you, but when you turn to look, he’s talking to a girl in a mermaid costume. 

Of course.

It’s fine.

The bartender finally catches your eye and you flash your wristband, indicating you’ll take the special. He nods, turns and picks up a bottle. A body settles beside you; you turn, expecting that Taehyung caught up, or maybe Jungkook stopped by for a beer. Instead, a guy you’ve never seen before smiles at you. 

He’s in scrubs, complete with a fake stethoscope (you think it’s fake, anyway) slung around his neck. His nametag reads Dr. Love. You laugh out loud. “That’s so corny,” you say, your filter well and gone for the night.

Luckily, he laughs too. “It’s sewed on!” he protests. “I honestly almost Sharpied it out, but I thought that would look even stupider.” 

He’s really cute, you notice. He looks… clean. Older. 

“You look…” he trails off, letting his eyes roam to your feet and back appreciatively, “phenomenal. Is there an angel wandering around here looking for you?”

You grin. “Just me.”

If Kim Taehyung can find a hookup everywhere he goes, why can’t you?

But as you lean against the bar and take a sip of your drink, your eyes scan the bar before you. In the mirrored wall behind the team of bartenders, you can see a slightly distorted view of the patrons and all of their costumes. 

Your eye catches on a detective. 

Namjoon’s eyes hold yours through the mirror, though he’s about six seats down from you. There’s a tiny smile on his lips as he sips at what looks like a beer. A smile that says maybe he should have expected this. It’s the same face he’s seen on you when Taehyung does exactly what he did tonight. 

Beside you, Dr. Love is asking you something, but you don’t hear him at all. You don’t want to be here, in this spot, anymore. You want to be six seats over.

“I’m sorry,” you say, interrupting him, plastering a sickly-sweet smile on your face. “I just found one of my friends, and I’d lost them. Enjoy your night, though!”

You slip away before he can protest more than a syllable, before you can really register the disappointment on his face and feel guilty about it. Better luck next time, Doctor, you think, as you make your way to Namjoon.

As soon as you’re close enough he extends an arm, making a space for you right next to him. His arm tucks you closer, protective. He walks with you towards the far end of the bar, where it’s marginally less crowded. Once you settle into a spot there, he doesn’t remove his arm. His fingers rest on your bare, body-glittered shoulder, moving imperceptibly now and then, as if they have their own agenda. 

“Are you having fun?” you ask him. 

“Loud bars aren��t usually my thing,” he answers. “But the costumes are great.”

There’s a lot of alcohol in your system; your filter’s taken a hit. “I like this,” you sigh happily, closing your eyes for a second. You think you sway on your feet a little. The arm around your shoulders tightens.

“Like what?” His voice has gone deep, and you shiver a little. You want to kiss him again; you’d blame the shots but you’ve been thinking about it since it happened. The drinks just make it louder.

“Your arm around me,” you tell him honestly, and he ducks his head, dimples appearing along with a blush.

He shakes his head, still smiling. “You’re drunk,” he accuses playfully.

“It’s a Halloween pub crawl,” you point out flatly. “I’m supposed to be drunk.”

“That’s a fair point,” he allows. Then, he peers at you through squinted eyes. “Are you okay, though? How drunk are you?”

You consider this. “Drunk enough that I want to kiss you again, to hell with the consequences. Not too drunk to remember that there would be consequences.”

The playfulness leaves his face; it’s too obvious not to notice. “Consequences like what?”

It’s a challenge. He knows you know it.

“Namjoon,” you say, a little pleading. Don’t. 

“Consequences like Taehyung would see?” he presses. His voice has gone hard. He’s tiptoed around this issue before, but it’s the first time either of you have ever really given it life.

You feel like you want to cry. “Are you mad? About Taehyung?”

He softens. His fingers brush your shoulder again, absently. “No,” he admits, deflated. “No, I guess I’m not. But we both know that’s what you meant.” He removes his arm from your shoulders. It hangs listlessly at his side. You feel its absence painfully, like it had kept you tethered and now you might float away.

“Hey,” you say sharply, and reach for his hand. You miss and get his wrist, but you hold it like your life depends on it. He looks at you curiously. “I like you,” you tell him firmly. “A lot. I’m trying not to mess everything up - with anyone. But he’s my family, and if I lose him…” You take a deep gulp of air, trying to will your pulse to calm, your stomach to settle, your eyes to clear of stupid tears. “I have no one left. It feels… delicate,” you finish finally. You need him to understand. You wish you were better at explaining.

Namjoon twists his wrist from your grasp gently, but takes your fingers in his. “What about me?” he asks, voice a little pouty. “We aren’t delicate?”

You smile at him, relief giving you more of a high than anything else could right now. “No,” you say, and touch his chest lightly, just over his beating heart. You brush your hand down his chest, drop it to your side, and turn to stare out at the crowd. “No,” you say again, finishing the thought. “You aren’t delicate at all. You’re steady. That’s something I really like about you.”

There’s a moment of silence that stretches between you, tension building like a bassline, and then he gives a tug to the hand he’s holding. You turn back to look at him.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asks plaintively. 

You open your mouth immediately to answer, but he cuts you off.

“Don’t think about him when you answer that,” he commands seriously, fingers clutching yours so tightly it almost hurts. “Don’t think about anything else but you and me. What do you want?”

What do you want?

“I…” you start feebly, unsure how you’ll even finish the sentence. “I want…”

Jimin rushes up to you, breathless, grabbing both of your arms. Namjoon drops your hand like it’s burned him. If Jimin notices, he doesn’t let on. 

“We have to go,” he pants. “Literally right now. Jungkook hit on some huge guy’s girlfriend, it’s about to be a thing. Help me find everybody?”

“Where are they?” Namjoon asks, quickly setting his beer glass on the bar and reaching for your drink too. You let him take it, eyes wide. 

“Taehyung grabbed Jungkook and ran - I think they’re outside. Have you seen Hobi? Or Jin?”

“Jin left with a girl two bars ago,” you supply, glad to be able to help. 

“I see Hobi,” Namjoon says, craning his neck to scan the crowd. “I’ll go get him. Y/N, go with Jimin, we’ll meet up outside.”

He moves without waiting for an answer, wading through the crowd in what must be Hobi’s direction. Jimin takes you by the hand - it feels much different than it had felt a minute ago with Namjoon - and leads you through the crowd hurriedly, dodging people left and right. You look over your shoulder as he pulls you, trying to find Namjoon in the sea of people, but you can’t.

Outside, Jungkook seems to be arguing heatedly with the bouncer. 

“Come on,” Taehyung is telling him, looking honestly pissed. “Let’s just go. The night’s already ruined, let’s just leave.”

You pull away from Jimin and head for Taehyung. 

“Hey,” you say softly, resting a hand on his arm. He turns on you, still furious, but you don’t waver. “Take a breath,” you tell him softly. 

His temper gets the best of him sometimes. 

He shakes his head, angry, but you see his chest move as he obeys anyway. A second later he says, more calmly, “Come on, Jungkook, we can even go somewhere else if you want. We won’t have fun here, that guy’s friends are all worked up in there.”

Jungkook relents as Hobi and Namjoon join you on the sidewalk. You slide your hand off of Taehyung’s arm, feeling weirdly guilty. 

“We rallying?” Hobi asks hopefully. “Or did we kill the buzz?”

“Rally!” Jimin cheers, going over and shaking a sullen Jungkook’s shoulder. “Come on! The night prevails!”

“I’ll go somewhere else,” Taehyung says. 

“I think I’m done,” Namjoon says, glancing at his phone for the time. “I’ll Uber from here.”

“Y/N?” Taehyung asks, looking to you. For a second, you’re not sure why. Then you realize - you either have to Uber home with Namjoon, or opt to continue on with the rest of the guys. 

The angel whispers that you haven’t hung out with Taehyung as much lately. 

The devil whispers that you and Namjoon could be all alone.

0-2 for the angels tonight.

“I’m tired,” you say. “I’ll Uber with Namjoon. You guys have fun though. JK, try to keep it in your pants.”

He flips you off wordlessly, still sulking. 

They all tell you goodbye, Taehyung giving you an extra-tight squeeze with his hug, and they walk down the block to find another bar. You turn to Namjoon, who’s tapping at his phone to order a ride. 

What do you want? His question floats in your head. 

You don’t know. You want too much, too many things, too many contradictions. 

It seems like Namjoon knows, and forgives you. He silently holds out a hand, waiting. You take it, keeping it tight in yours, not letting go even as you slide into the backseat of the Uber, as it weaves through the neighborhoods until it stops in front of your building, as it drives away, leaving you lit in red taillights before vanishing around the corner.

You’re standing on the sidewalk in front of your building’s front door, Namjoon’s hand in yours, your eyes sleepy but your pulse racing. 

He tugs you towards the stairs, and you think he’s going to lead you inside. Instead he spins you and presses you back against the stone balustrade, one hand splayed across the middle of your spine, the other cupping your jaw as he kisses you insistently.

You open immediately for him, giving a happy noise low in your throat. His spare hand, the one not holding you up off the rough stone below, grips the back of your neck for the barest of seconds before continuing down - rubbing patterns past your shoulder blade, the middle of your back, down to the dip of your waist, the swell of your hip, the meat of your ass. He’d better appreciate every curve, you squeezed into spanx for this dress. 

You grip at the lapels of his ridiculous detective coat, the earth spinning in circles around you in a blur. You’re aware of only where your hands bunch the fabric, of only where his teeth and lips and tongue clash with yours, of only the fiery path his hand traces up and down your body. You melt into his touch, wanting more, trying to pull him closer, trying to get lost in each sensation.

He breaks the kiss to nip a line of sharp nibbles down your neck. You whine, trying to give him more room. His hands come to rest on your ribcage, thumbs not quite reaching your chest, which has to be a conscious decision on his part. You can feel the cold night air on your thighs; your dress has ridden up. This snaps you out of the moment a little. 

“Namjoon,” you murmur, but it comes out a little whiny as he continues to nibble down near the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “We should go inside.”

He stills, then pulls away, eyes seeking yours for any signs of discontent. “Yeah,” he says finally, one syllable all he can handle. “Come on.”

He releases your body gently, letting you find your balance on the pavement. Then, he leads you up the stairs and inside. In the threshold of the apartment, you look at him, a question on your face.

“We’re both really drunk,” he says apologetically, reaching out to brush some stray hairs away from your face. “We should probably cool down a little.”

He’s right - you know he’s right. 

“Yeah,” you say, letting the front door close behind you. “Okay.”

You press one palm against the wall for balance as you fight with your shoes, sliding them off one at a time. 

Namjoon’s in his room, but the door hangs open. You pause in the doorway of your bedroom, realizing you have a problem.

“Um, hey,” you call across the living room, and he takes a few steps to come look at you. He’s lost the hat and the long coat, and his button-down is undone, revealing a tight, white undershirt beneath. “I promise this isn’t a come-on,” you say, biting back a smile. “But I legitimately can’t reach the zipper on this. Can you-?”

“Of course,” he says, crossing the living room. You turn your back to him, presenting the zipper. He gently sweeps your hair off of your nape and places it over your shoulder. You shiver, goosebumps rising along your arms, and you hear him hum a pleased noise at your reaction. You feel him fumble with the hook-and-eye at the top, and then the zipper sounds. He pauses halfway down your back.

“That good?” he checks. “You can reach that?”

“Yes,” you say, turning back to face him. He’s still got a bit of your lipstick on his mouth, and it makes you have to fight off a smirk. Down, girl. “Goodnight, Namjoon.”

He looks at you for a long minute, expression unreadable. Finally, he says, “Goodnight,” and steps back out into the darkness of the living room. When he gets to his room this time, he closes the door behind him with a soft click. You stare at the inch of light that comes from under his door for a minute before hurrying to close your own door against the dark.

Sunday November 4th

You spend most of Saturday in bed, heart and head both pounding, which means you have a lot of homework to cram in on Sunday.

After you shower and eat, you set up in the living room to get some work done. Namjoon��s door is halfway open, and you can hear the clacking and bass thumps that mean he’s writing in there. 

Midafternoon, he appears in his doorway, stretching widely. Your eyes skim the inch of stomach exposed with the stretch and then flick back to your page before he can catch you. 

“How’s it going?” he asks, heading into the kitchen. 

You twist your mouth, eyeing your laptop and the text spread open on your lap. “I guess it’s going. Sort of.” 

“What are you working on?” he asks.

“A paper for one of the bullshit general classes,” you tell him. “Which makes it more challenging, because I deeply do not care.”

He laughs at this, then plops onto the couch a few feet away from you, a water bottle in his hands. 

“How about you?” you ask. “It sounded like it was going well.”

“It was going okay,” he agrees. “I reached the end of a scene, so now I need to like… process, look at what’s coming next. I might take a short walk and let it marinate in my brain a little.”

You smile. “How come you never work out here?” you ask him, just curious. 

He gives a quick, self-deprecating laugh. “I wouldn’t get anything done. I’d just talk to you.”

You flush, feeling your face heat up, and bite back a smile. “What if I refused to answer?” you offer. “I could just sit here like -.” You mime zipping your lips, still fighting a smile. For good measure, you lock it up and throw the key over your shoulder.

His smile grows. “Wouldn’t help. I’d still be able to look at you.”

Your blush intensifies; you’re tempted to go stick your head in the freezer to cool your cheeks down. “I’ll turn around, then,” you tell him.

His grin turns wolfish. “I assure you, that will not solve the problem.”

Your jaw drops. “Kim Namjoon!” you scold, but you’re giggling.

“I’m just being honest!” he defends, laughing deeply, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Anyway, why? Does it bother you that I stay in there?”

“No,” you say immediately. “You can do what you want.”

He gives you a knowing look, like he’s used to your bullshit and isn’t falling for it. When did that happen? “Don’t get prickly,” he warns. 

“Don’t compare me to plants,” you grumble. 

“Do you want me to work out here instead?” he asks gently, smiling at you like you’re adorable, which just sets your prickliness off even more.

“I don’t know what I want,” you retort.

There’s a long, stretchy silence as you both consider just how true those words are, on several different levels. 

Finally, Namjoon gives you a nod in goodbye and heads back to his room. 

This time, he closes the door gently behind him.

–

Taehyung invites you out that night, to see a movie you’d been talking about. You tell him yes, as long as you can go to the earlier showing. But then you start to feel… guilty. Unsure.

You want to ask Namjoon if he cares if you hang out with Taehyung still. He’s bothered by some aspect of your friendship, obviously, but you don’t know what it is. Is it only the fact that Taehyung is a bit of a barrier for you two? Or is he threatened by the whole friendship? 

You lay sideways across your bed in the fading late afternoon light, considering this. You imagine asking Namjoon. You think his answer would probably be, do what you want, I’m not your boyfriend. 

Which, fair. That conversation needs to come first. Are you together, do either of you even really want that? 

In the end, you don’t bring it up. When it’s time, you do your best to sneak out of the apartment, hoping to avoid any conversation about it at all.

Taehyung’s car idles on the street below, and you let yourself in the passenger side and buckle up. You’re anxious, you realize, as Taehyung starts complaining about an argument he had with Jimin back at their place. You’re afraid he’ll ask something that will lead the conversation to Namjoon, afraid that he’ll catch you tripping up, clue in that there’s something worth his attention there. 

You can’t lie to him. He knows this as well as you do.

That’s why he never asks you questions he doesn’t really want the answers to.

You’re anxious for nothing, because Taehyung talks about his own shit for the whole drive to the movies, and the whole time you’re in line for snacks, and for the whole time before the movie starts as you sit in the back row of the theater munching on overpriced popcorn.

But the movie is good, and you get pulled into the fictional world, and when the lights come on you find Taehyung’s arm casually over the back of your seat. You hadn’t even noticed it was there. 

“I can’t believe Jimin wouldn’t come see this,” Taehyung scoffs as you file out of the theater and back to the lobby. “That was so good! Just because he doesn’t like that one actor?”

You’re curious if Taehyung would have still asked you to join him tonight if Jimin hadn’t turned him down first. 

But, like Taehyung, you don’t ask questions if you aren’t prepared to hear the truth. So you don’t ask. What would be the point?

You wonder during the drive home if you’d feel better talking to Taehyung about what was going on with you if the guy in question wasn’t his friend.

Maybe.

But only a little better.

Monday November 5th 

Unlike the Monday before, Namjoon leaves for campus without you on Monday morning. You aren’t sure if he’s upset with you, or if he just needed to be there early. You’re too cowardly to ask. 

You need some support.

If it’s not coming from your “best friend”, you’ll have to outsource. 

You trudge through your morning class, eat as fast as you can - alone - in the cafeteria, and head to the student center. You get to the store well before your shift starts. 

You aren’t allowed to clock in yet, so you kill some time doing reading for class in the stock room. The second your shift starts, you’re at the front registers, uncomfortably close to Kris’s personal bubble.

“Yes?” they ask you archly, eyeing your proximity suspiciously. 

“I… have a confession to make,” you say, your voice as quiet as you can make it. You’re barely moving your mouth, you’re trying so hard to not actually say these words. “There… has been… perhaps… some kissing.”

Kris is stunned into silence for the first time since you’ve known them. Eyes wide and jaw slack, they stare at you. Then, they clarify loudly, “By you?”

You growl in exasperation. “Don’t be cute.”

Kris beams. “Can’t help it, it’s ingrained in my DNA.”

“I need you to be just a tiny bit serious,” you tell them, “because I am having a full-blown crisis.”

Kris sobers instantly. “Wait,” they whisper. “Crisis? Explain.”

“I kissed…” you cast your eyes around the bookstore, making sure no one’s lurking, “...the one I live with.”

Kris gasps. “You did not! You kissed him? Not the other way around?”

“I did,” you admit, feeling yourself flush again. “Twice. Well, the second time he started it, if you want to get technical.”

“I do want to get technical,” Kris whispers, voice almost reverent. “I can’t fucking believe this. So, why the crisis?”

You take a deep breath. Which factor to start with? Because you don’t want to give up on Taehyung yet? Because you don’t want to risk altering that friendship beyond repair? Because you don’t know if Namjoon will be able to handle your best friend being a guy - a guy that you’ve had feelings for?

“Because I don’t know what I want,” you say, the simplest truth. “I can’t get my head straight.”

Kris cocks their head. “If you didn’t know Taehyung - if you removed him completely from the situation -.”

“Impossible,” you protest.

They hold up a finger to silence you. “If you removed him from the situation,” they continue over you, “would you want to pursue things with Namjoon?”

Guilt hits you like an ocean wave, tugging you down, down, down. “Yes,” you whisper, because that part is just true. There’s no wiggle room, no if’s. You like him. You want to see where it will go. If there were no chance of losing Taehyung in the mix, it wouldn’t be a question at all.

“Y/N,” Kris says insistently, leaning towards you. “You are not doing anything wrong here. Taehyung is your friend. Nothing else - and that’s his fault. You aren’t, like, betraying him by catching feelings for someone else. He can’t expect you to sit around waiting for him until you die!”

“He doesn’t expect that,” you say, still in a whisper, because suddenly your throat is tight in that way it gets when you’re upset. 

“You need to talk to Taehyung,” Kris tells you gently. You groan. “And the conversation should not be you asking for permission, either!” they continue, impassioned. “You need to tell him I’m seeing someone and you need to be okay with it.”

“But they’re friends,” you protest. “It’s so messy. I’ve never had messy before.”

“You’ve never had anything before,” Kris points out.

“That wasn’t nice,” you grumble. “Yes I have.”

“Nothing that mattered,” they correct. “Nothing with feelings.”

You slump onto the counter. “I hate this.”

“I’m telling you,” Kris says airily. “If you don’t talk to them, this is all going to blow up in your face. You can’t have your cake and eat it, too.”

“Why do you have to be right all the time,” you complain. Kris smiles beatifically.  

When your shifts ends, your feet take you not towards home, but towards the academic building where Namjoon’s “office” is. 

You’re thinking about your conversation about Kris; you’re thinking about the idea of fairness. 

It isn’t fair, as Kris said, for Taehyung to expect you to wait indefinitely for something that was probably never coming, to hold you emotionally hostage.

It isn’t fair for you to do the same thing to Namjoon - to keep him waiting, wondering, unsure if you’ll ever be completely in it. You know that’s the reason things have kept progressing so slowly between you. You’ve felt guilty letting it get any further, felt afraid of those damn consequences. And if you had to bet, Namjoon has been trying to wait for you to sort it out, to make the choice - to choose him. 

You can hear the low tones of his voice as you approach down the quiet hallway. Only the staff are normally back here, sometimes one or two students who need to speak to a professor, so there’s not a lot of foot traffic. 

You linger in the hallway, leaning against the wall and messing around on your phone, far enough away to not be able to tell what Namjoon and the student are discussing. When the student - a young guy who looks absolutely dejected as he passes by you - exits, you slip past him and lean against the doorway. Namjoon doesn’t notice you right away. It’s clear that his hours have ended and he’s packing up his stuff. When he does notice a body in the doorway, he jumps, inhaling sharply in alarm.

He slumps against the back of the chair when he registers that it’s you.

“I’m usually the jumpy one,” you giggle. 

He gives you a sideways smile as he leaves over his bag on the floor, messing with the clasp. “I didn’t expect to see anyone else. What are you - I mean, what’s up?” 

“What am I doing here?” you tease, catching his slip. You feel a little nervous, but you’re determined to do this correctly, to treat him better. “I came to see if you wanted to walk back together.”

Namjoon goes a little still, and you hurry to add, “It’s okay if you don’t! It didn’t make my walk longer or anything to come here first. I just thought I’d check.”

He lets you babble. He does as he’s been doing since the beginning - he waits you out with a patient smile. 

“So…” you finally finish, the nerves fluttering and hopping around your stomach. “Do you? Want to walk back with me?”

He stands, lifting his bag from the ground and hoisting it onto his shoulder. “Yes,” he says simply, giving you a tiny smile. 

You follow him down the narrow hallway, back down the stairs you’d climbed a minute ago, and outside. It’s a nice day - bright and sunny, chilly but not freezing. Campus is busy, and you have to people-dodge a little as you cross the main section, the crossroads of the two main paths. 

The second you cross through the front gate and step onto the city sidewalk on the other side, Namjoon silently reaches for your hand. It’s different from last time, in the rain - not urgent, not pulling. It’s gentle and tentative and, weirdly, somehow sensual the way his thumb runs over your knuckles as he glances sideways at you to see if you’re okay with this.

You give his fingers a tiny squeeze.

You walk together in silence for a few minutes, and then Namjoon asks you quietly. “How was your day? You had class this morning? Was it for Thesis?”

You smile up at him, happy to have someone to talk to about this. Kris would listen, you’re sure, because Kris is a good human, but they would much rather talk about romance. And Taehyung… it’s November, and Taehyung has asked you about your classes or your thesis exactly zero times. 

“No, not for my thesis,” you tell him. “Just a regular lit class. It was okay! I was so tired, I could barely stay awake… I think I’m still recovering from the weekend.”

He laughs. “Can’t imagine why,” he teases, voice going a little deeper. “I’m sure you were a perfect angel all weekend long.”

The joke - that you’d dressed as a devil - is not lost on you, and you grin up at him. “Clever,” you say.

He beams back, proud. “Sometimes,” he allows.

“How about you?” you ask. “Did you have class before your TA hours?”

“Yep,” he says, nodding. “Unfortunately, it was a research-based class.”

You groan in sympathy. “First thing on a Monday morning? Fucking ouch.”

“Tell me about it,” he says with a shake of his head. “I’m not much of a napper, but damn, I could use a nap.”

At the apartment, you decide to watch a show you’re in the middle of, and you settle on the couch with a throw-blanket over your legs. Namjoon appears in the doorway of his bedroom, looking at you a little balefully.

“Can I… do you mind if I read out here?” he asks.

You scramble to sit up a little making room on the other side of the couch. “You don’t need to ask,” you say, a little appalled that he’d felt the need. “You live here! I never mind, I promise.”

Appeased, he makes his way over and gets comfortable on the other side of the couch. It occurs to you that this is how you and Taehyung usually spend your time - on opposite ends of the couch - but you shove the thought away. 

You glance at him now and then as your show plays, and a few times you think you catch him watching more than reading. In between episodes, you notice his book face-down on his chest, rising and falling in deep, even motions. His head leans back against the arm of the couch, and his eyelids flutter as he dreams. 

Smiling a tiny smile, you fluff your blanket to cover his legs, and press play for the next episode.

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Over The Odds | Decisions

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 3.5k

You struggle to find the right thing to do

warnings: swearing, mental health illness & facility, mentions of sex

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“But what’s gonna happen to the baby?” Jimin frowns, choosing his words very carefully as the two of you sit cross-legged on the floor of his now empty apartment, he’s due to hand in the keys tomorrow morning, “She can’t raise a baby in a mental health institute surely, is she even allowed to keep the baby once it’s born?”

“Well…” Your head kicks back with a huge sigh, your sister is now fifteen weeks pregnant and being held at the Cypher health house to battle her inner demons. Much to your mother’s dismay you’ve refused point blank to visit Ruth, despite the fact she’s been asking repeatedly to see you. “We don’t know how long she’s gonna be in there first of all, I think the baby will most likely be put up for adoption but I’m not sure, so…”

Your unborn tiny niece or nephew being shipped off to another family… You almost feel guilty. Since finding out you were going to be an aunt it’s all that’s been on your mind. Hoping, praying, convincing yourself that the baby will go to a loving family – perhaps a couple unable to conceive their own child, or maybe even a loving foster family who have tonnes of experience in raising babies.

“…What about Seokjin, maybe he’ll step up and raise the baby?”

You have to bite back a scoff at Jimin’s nativity, “Right, Seokjin…” You mumble, heart dropping into the depths of your uneasy stomach, “That’s if he’s even the father.”

“Y/N… Namjoon’s not an idiot,” He raises his palms defensively when your eyes widen, “I mean he’s an asshole for what he’s done he is definitely an idiot… But I’m sure he’s not stupid enough to have unprotected sex with someone yknow what I mean?”

“Maybe, the timing does add up though... I think it could be his.” Your lips purse. The idea of Namjoon, your ex-boyfriend, being the father of your niece or nephew is still something that doesn’t sit right with you no matter how many times you’ve tried to process the facts.

“Does Joon even know she’s pregnant?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t spoken to him since Kook broke his nose.”

Jimin smiles, his eyes turning into bright crescent moons that sparkle beneath the lighting, “Right…understandable I guess. I can’t believe he did that. And I can’t believe that you’re living together now.”

“And I can’t believe you’re moving in with Yoongi tomorrow.”

You take a moment to glance around the empty apartment, reminiscing of all the drunken nights you’d spent together here – from drinking boxed wine on the kitchen floor the night you met to Jungkook to getting ready for nights out together with no more than forty pounds and a good mood between you. A bittersweet smile tugs your lips, in a way it’s almost like the end of an era.

“I’m so happy for you,” You chuckle, reaching out to palm his thigh lovingly, “But I’m really gonna miss living together.”

“You were barely here anyway,” He snorts, gripping your hand, “Besides we’re going to be in the same building, you can come by whenever you’d like.”

“Oh I intend to.”

“Have you uh-, have you seen much of Taehyung?”

At this you tsk between your teeth with a gentle smile, “Yeah…I mean he’s my boyfriend’s best friend I can’t really avoid him, he comes over a few nights a week. Are you finally gonna tell me why you two fell out?”

“We didn’t fall out.” Jimin is quick to dismiss you, running a small hand through his hair.

“But you’re not friends anymore.” You remind him with raised brows.

“We are friends, we’re just not…as friendly as we used to be.”

“Gonna need more than that I’m afraid.”

He groans, lying his back flat on the carpeted floor as he covers his face with a denim jacket clad arm, “Ah I said I wouldn’t say anything…”

“Come on it’s the last time we’re gonna be here together,” You lay beside him, throwing your leg over his waist, “Shouldn’t we spend our final moments in this place doing what we do best?”

Jimin folds his hands behind his head, glaring at you with amused features, “Talking shit about our friends?”

“I just wanna know what happened, I’ve seen the way he looks at Yoongi, it’s so…”

“Unnecessary.” Jimin rolls his eyes when he cuts you off, “I don’t know why he’s acting like that, he had his… Yknow what, nevermind.”

“Jimin.”

“Y/N.”

“Did something happen between you guys?” A brief silence follows and your eyes widen in shock, you shift your weight until you’re straddling your best friends thighs, resting your palms on his chest when you peer down at him, “Park Jimin did you have sex with Taehyung?!”

“No, no…” His profile shifts to something that can only be described as comically defeated, “Okay fine-, we kissed once. It was right after you signed that stupid contract I think, I can’t remember.”

“Oh my fucking go—”

“-And he pulled away told me he doesn’t like me like that, he was just drunk and confused because of how comfortable he is around me. Was, I guess. He said sorry and we moved on, that’s really it I promise.”  

“But then you stopped speaking.”

“No, he stopped speaking to me when I started seeing Yoon.”

“So what’s his deal with Yoongi?” You scrunch your face with confusion, more than a little smug that you’d always known something happened between the pair, “If he doesn’t like you in that way why did he act like that?”

An exasperated sigh escapes Jimin when he shrugs, still pinned to the ground by your weight, “I think he’s just lonely, sometimes he looks at Jungkook the same way when he’s near you and they’ve been best friends forever. He probably just wants someone to love, has nothing to do with me or you as individuals, just jealous of the fact he’s the only single member of our little dysfunctional family.”

“Mmm, can’t say I’ve noticed him doing that.”

“Of course you haven’t,” He smacks your shoulder with a laugh, “You’re always too busy making out with your boyfriend to pay attention to anybody else.”

“Says the man constantly sucking face with a certain chauffeur. If Tae was gay and you were single you definitely would.” You wink, there’s no denying the attorney’s beauty – he’s downright gorgeous and what makes him even more endearing is that he doesn’t seem to know just how attractive he is.

“Probably yeah, but what can I say I’m a man in love… I’m off the market now he’s missed his chance,” Jimin’s grin widens, “You can’t tell me if you were single you wouldn’t go there too.”

“Can’t confirm or deny without a lawyer present...he is hot though isn’t he?” You hum, rolling off your friend back onto the floor, gazing at the slightly smoke stained ceiling.  

“Ridiculously hot, excellent kisser too by the way.” He says matter-of-factly with a pointed finger.

“I can’t believe you kissed him and didn’t tell me.”

“I can’t believe you fucked on a private jet and didn’t tell me.”

“You’re still not over that?” You snort, playfully kicking his shin, “It happened months ago!”

“So did that kiss!” He kicks you back because he’s equally as immature as you, his Chelsea boot hitting you a significant percentage harder than you’d hit him, “Would it be crazy if we stayed here tonight? Get a box of wine and sleep on the floor, spend the night talking shit about our boyfriends before we have to be boring adults and live with them forever…”

You’re nodding intently, feigning a deep thought process, “Probably is a terrible idea, there’s no blankets or sofas or even a TV for us to binge Netflix on,” You sigh, “But fuck it, I think we should do it anyway.”

Jimin rolls over to face you, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind your pierced ear, “I love how much of a bad influence you are.”

“It was literally your idea!” You grip his hand with a chuckle before you reach for his phone, ordering five boxes of cheap wine from Deliveroo, along with a fruity vape for Jimin and a small selection of snacks, “Guess we’re staying here tonight then.”

“I guess we are, one last time.”

“One last time.” You smile.

--

It’s a few days later when you’re sitting at home, rather curled up against a warm familiar cushion with a beating heart and strong muscles, on the sofa when you find yourself asking the question that’s been plaguing your mind ever since you found out Ruth is pregnant.

“Do you think I should go and visit her?” You’re quiet, somewhat lost in thought, not paying any attention to whatever tv show your boyfriend is forcing you to sit through.

Jungkook sighs knowingly, running inked fingertips through your hair, “Do you want to visit her?” He deflects, you know full well he can’t stand her and so you half expected him to react like this.

“I-,” Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you muster the right words to express how you feel, you glance up at him, his hooded eyes are already trained to your face and away from the television, “I don’t know.”

“I can’t tell you what to do,” He offers an apologetic smile that leaves you breathless for a moment, “But…” He hesitates, “Would you visit her if she wasn’t pregnant?”

You stiffen, you know what he’s getting at and he’s absolutely right, you wouldn’t even be considering it if it wasn’t for the fact of your unborn niece or nephew. You’re shaking your head slowly, drinking in the scent of his body wash and cologne, “No, I probably wouldn’t.”

“I think that’s your answer...being pregnant doesn’t change a woman’s personality.”

“I just-,” You’re nervously toying with the white material of his oversized t shirt that covers his frame, “It’s not the baby’s fault… You can’t choose your parents after all.”

At this he kisses your temple, face lingering against your head for a moment, “I know darling, and you’re so caring…you could still have a relationship with the baby once it’s born if that’s something you want, you are it’s aunt after all. If you want to visit her and find out why she’s been asking for you then you should, but… I don’t know what good will come out of it, if any.”

“Are you always this rational?” You chuckle against his collarbone, feeling overwhelmed by the situation, but grateful nonetheless that Jungkook’s offering impartial advice considering his own feelings towards your sister.

His smile is sweet, genuine when he presses his forehead to yours, “Not always, I just don’t want you to get hurt that’s all. She might be…your sister, but you shouldn’t forget what she’s done just because she’s with child.”

“My ex boyfriend’s child too.” You scoff, somewhat in disbelief.

“Potentially... I’ll support whatever you decide to do but the decision has to be completely yours, only you know how you feel about it all.”

“Thing is I don’t know how I feel about it Jungkook…” You admit with a defeated sigh, “I just can’t stop thinking about the poor baby, what if she does put it up for adoption and they go to a really horrible family—”

“You shouldn’t torture yourself over something that’s out of your control Y/N.”

“Sorry,” You murmur, “I’ll stop talking about this, it’s the last thing you wanna hear about after work.”

To this he shakes his head with pinched thick brows, “No-, don’t apologise that’s not what I meant at all, if you need somebody to talk this over with then I’m all ears baby.”

And so Jungkook spends the best part of two hours listening to your inner turmoil, the battle of doing the right thing and – what even is the right thing? You come to the conclusion that your judgement has been clouded by the revelation of her pregnancy, you wouldn’t remotely consider spending any time with her had she not been with child.

Of course Jungkook listens tentatively to your dilemma, he says he’ll never fully understand it because he doesn’t have any siblings of his own which is a reasonable statement to make. It’s dark outside when the conversation naturally fizzles out, you’re no closer to making a decision when he carries you into the bedroom and you fall weak to the ripples of his muscles when he gets undressed for bed, clambering on top of him the second you’re between the new bed sheets.

--

You’re full of uncertainty, while your life is going rather well at the moment with your BBC documentary and the prospect of starting your own female-empowered company and domestic life with your boyfriend is beyond amazing, your family life has taken a severe hit recently. It’s been two weeks since you’d opened up to Jungkook about your dilemma, unsure of whether you should visit your sister in the Cypher mental health house where she’s currently being held. He remained impartial throughout, never wanting to sway your decision in any way, shape, or form.

It's a Thursday afternoon, rain bounces from the ground as it comes down in huge quantities, drenching your black parka jacket and puddles wet your converse and the trim of your jeans with each hesitant step you take toward the big building. The weather ironically compliments your mood, the crashing noise of rainfall against the pavement floods your ears, adding a dramatic suspense to your own thoughts. Are you doing the right thing?

Pretty soon you’re checked into Cypher house as a visitor, nobody knows you’re here besides yourself. For what reason you’ve decided to come is still unknown, but you don’t have much time to dwell on it when you’re taken to a small, crisp side room that smells like disinfectant with two small sofas opposite each other. Shaky hands guide a plastic cup of stagnant water to your lips after you rid yourself of your coat, waiting.

Your sisters rounded stomach is the first thing you see when she enters the room, cuffed. You swallow thickly, perhaps this is a mistake. Reluctantly you drag your gaze up her body, she’s wearing simple clothes – leggings and a t shirt, both blue in colour, you haven’t seen her dressed so casually for years.

“Hey.” Her voice is unrecognisable when she sits down across from you, and the staff member who brought her inside closes the door, standing well out of the way, “I wasn’t expecting you to come.”

“I wasn’t going to.” You scoff, unable to look her in the eye.

“Well… Thank you for being here, it means a lot to—”

“Just get on with it,” You snap, staring at the white tiled floor, “Why did you want to see me?”

Ruth pauses at your tone but she doesn’t fold, doesn’t bite, doesn’t give you any kind of reaction. A pang of sadness hits you before you bury it deep below the surface, is she being treated well? You wonder. Is the medication working? Is this your sister’s true personality?

“First of all…I owe you an apology.”

You look at her profile, she looks…nothing like when you last saw her. Her hair is longer now, around the same length as yours, her once sharp features are rounded with the extra weight she carries and you notice she looks tired. Very tired. And dare you say it maybe even a little remorseful.

“For sleeping with Namjoon or stealing the video?” Your heart quickens, adrenaline coursing your veins. Don’t fall for her tricks, you remind yourself over and over again. Ruth is a manipulator, this is what she does best.

“For everything.”

Your tongue clacks against the roof of your mouth, “Apology not accepted.”

“I understand.”

Silence ensues, you’re glancing round the room purposely avoiding her eyes and stomach. That poor child, this is no place for a baby… While it’s clean and seems orderly, you decide it’s no place for an expectant mother either, there it is again, a wave of sadness.

“So who’s the father?” Much to your surprise you don’t stutter, your words don’t tremble with anxiety like the rest of you does.

At this you hear her exhale slowly, bracing herself for the destruction she’s about to cause, “Namjoon is the father.”

“Of course he is.” Your smile is empty as you shake your head in disbelief. Fuck. “Does he know?”

“No…he doesn’t.”

It’s no secret to you that Joon longs to be a father, the two of you had spoken at length about the possibility of having children in your future together – the fact your own sister sits opposite you carrying his child is enough to make you feel nauseous. The sadness you felt moments before bubbles to anger, how could she do this to you? And more importantly, how could she keep this from him?

“Don’t you think you should tell him?” Your voice is laced with venom when you settle your stare back onto her face, she’s looking right at you but there’s…nothing behind her eyes.

“I’m so sorry Y/N—”

“Don’t.” You spit between clenched teeth, “Don’t you fucking dare apologise to me and try to victimise yourself. You did this. The least you could do is respect him enough to tell him he’s going to be a father.”

“I will, it’s just hard…they only let you use the phones here every so often and I don’t think he’d take my calls if I tried.” She looks almost hurt by this statement, you control yourself enough to not roll your eyes.

“Well congratulations to you and Joon,” You crack your knuckles, suddenly feeling very tense.

“Mum told me about the documentary you’re doing… Sounds like it’s for a good cause, I know you’ll do great things with it.” She deflects, because of course she deflects.

You’re uncomfortable at the prospect of her discussing your business behind your back, you make a mental note to ask your mother to refrain from telling her anything in the future.

“So was that it?”

“No… I need to ask you a favour.”

A brash laugh comes out before you can stop it, “I’m not doing you any favours Ruth, you’re lucky I even showed up at all.”

“It’s not for me, it’s for the baby.”

Namjoon’s baby. You gulp, questioning whether she’s being genuine or simply pulling on your heartstrings and manipulating you into doing something she wants. It takes you a minute to think about your future niece or nephew, you wonder if they’ll have Namjoon’s dimples. It’s common knowledge you and Ruth look very much alike, will the baby look like you? It’s sickening, that could’ve been your child with Namjoon but instead it’s hers.

“I-,” She’s tearing up, her breaths are wobbly and for a split second you find yourself concerned, “I’m not well… And I probably won’t be leaving this place for a long time after what I did.”

“How does that affect me?” You’re brazen, a single brow raised on your otherwise deadpan expression.

“I know you’re a good person Y/N… And I know that you’ll be a great mother someday, you’re so caring and warm and Jungkook seems like a good person too… You’re both ambitious, financially stable, kind…”

You freeze, scanning her face for a hint of emotion before you realise she’s being deadly serious, “What are you saying?”

“I want-, I want the baby to have a loving mother.”

“Ruth…” You warn her not to continue with a stern tone, but she doesn’t appear to take the hint and takes a deep breath in, nodding quietly.

“I want you and Jungkook to adopt the baby.”

x

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summary: You and Yoongi have never exactly gotten along. Truthfully, this wouldn’t be such an issue if you didn’t work together. But there have been far too many times when his sarcastic comments have rubbed you the wrong way.

His most recent shenanigan might just be the icing on the cake, especially because you know absolutely nothing about it until it’s too late. What’s worse is he’s gotten his friend involved, a friend you happen to get along with rather well — maybe too well.

Yoongi’s intentions really weren’t to drive you away. His curiosity merely got the best of him. But now…he’s woven an intricate mess he can’t get out of. And he can’t help but wonder, will this be the thing that finally pushes you over the edge?

genre: social media au, comedy, romance, fluff, slight angst?

rating: pg13

pairing: yoongi x f!reader, jimin x f!reader

tropes: love triangle, e2l, s2l, coworker au

warnings: swearing, talk of sex (non-explicit), alcohol consumption (of age), talk of intoxication and public indecency (drink responsibly, friends), unreliable narrator looool. more subject to be added.

❗️photos used in this story are not mine❗️

This story has been translated into Turkish with my permission over on Wattpad by socallmebella!

status: complete ✅

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Key

📝 = written chapter

📝📱 = partially written chapter with text conversations/photos

Social profiles:

Y/N and friends

Yoongi and friends

Jimin and friends

Chapters

1. Let the Mayhem Begin 📝

2. UGH

3. Working Lunch

4. Oh shi-- 📝

5. Late Night 📝📱

6. Blushing at Work

7. Bad Ideas

8. Let the Night Begin 😈

9. Heeeeeeere’s Jimin! 📝

10. Surrounded by Idiots

11. Impossible 📝

12. Gems of Love

13. Cosmic Shift  📝

14. The Question™️

15. Worst Coworkers Ever

16. Workplace Tension  📝📱

17 The Date™ (part 1)

18. The Date™ (part 2) 📝

19. Chaos Rising

20. No Turning Back

21. Turn of Events 📝📱

22. Yoongi’s Truth 📝📱

23. Don’t Tell Mayhem

24. Explanations 📝

25. Waiting Game

26. Jimin’s Truth 📝

27. The Talk™ 📝📱

28. The Start of Something…

End.

EXTRAS

New Year Celebrations 📱

First YoonMay Kiss (request | pg)

Domestic YoonMay (request | pg13)

🔞 YoonMay Smut (request | Explicit)

JooNabi oneshot (Namjoon / Nabi | pg13)

🔞 Slippery Slopes (YoonMinMay | Explicit) 

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Young Gods ❈ KNJ, JJK

❈ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

❈ Genre: smut, f2l kinda, but also s2l, fantasy!au, fluff if you squint, gods!au, wizard/witch!au

➛ Part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons

❈ Rating: 18+

❈ Wordcount: 4.2k

❈ Warnings: it is jungkook centric, it does have a somewhat heavy plot, double penetrative sex, magical sex, teasing, slightest corruption kink.

❈ Summary: Legend has it that if you were to walk all the way up to Hallasan, and if the land is welcoming enough, you should be able to see the most beautiful lake where it is rumoured to home the most powerful being the world has ever had the pleasure to meet, so when young warlock Jungkook starts having trouble with his magic, who could blame him for travelling all the way there in hopes of finding answers only to be met with the hottest man he’s ever seen. and really,  who could blame him for fostering the biggest crush on him without saying a word for ages? that is, until y/n, a long lost friend of Namjoon shows up. so really, who is he to blame if he lets the two greatest beings in existence use him for their pleasure?

❈A/N: SHE'S HERE. GOD THIS TOOK A WHILE. Please enjoy! ALSO, banner by @jamaisjoons, I do believe the only thing that keep me writing this was the banner lol. Do tell your thoughts on this bad baby, I was heading towards a larger fic but I didn't have time yet magical au is most definitely there for future fics.

The first time Jungkook realised just how powerful he was, he was fifteen years old, although his mother can recall him being around four and being able to master a potion that most common-born non-royal witches could only hope to get mediocre at once trained at their young twenties. Of course, his magic had soon become taboo around the village, having to hide himself behind years of his father’s training, his lineage a bit closer to royalty, not quite, but just enough for his son’s magic to pass as his own. If his customers notice how better his spell jars or potions get once Jungkook turns eighteen, they sure don’t comment on it. Not that they would be able to tell that the family was hiding a master of the magical arts that could rival the country’s most powerful witch in the blink of an eye. Those were just rumours going around, as far as the Jeon’s were concerned.

“Son, I believe it is about time you get some proper practice on your magic” his father mentioned bypassing one Sunday night as they both locked up the store. He turned to hi, somewhat confused.

“Look if this is about Seojun noona’s elixir being more powerful than it usually is I swear it was a rightful mixture, my trial was right beside her actual one and she entered the shop sooner and-”

His dad shakes a hand dismissively at him, rounding the counter into the small storage room, coming back in sight with a leather-bound book in between his hands, calloused fingers roaming the antique-looking pages “I am not quite sure how much truth an old man like your grandfather could hold, but it wouldn’t hurt to try” he turned the yellowing book towards him, fast and almost undescribable scribbles decorating the paper as he squinted down at it, his father handling the energy in it to make the content quite literally come to life, a storytelling spell all too familiar to him from his young age.

“Dad, you know I absolutely love bedtime stories, but I’d say I’m quite a bit too old now for-” before he can even think about finishing the sentence, a mountain comes into view, alive straight from the book’s pages, standing tall and proud dressed in green, almost touching the sky, a magical aura surrounding it, one that he could even feel just by looking at it “What’s that?”

“The old man used to tell me stories about an ancient being, the most powerful of them all, living on top of Hallasan” the pages turn by themselves, the image changing to a faceless man, standing almost as tall and proud as the mountain itself, performing all types of magic, some of them Jungkook himself hadn’t even heard of “Legend says he was outcasted by royalty in fear of revolution, wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for he is a child of Earth herself”

“I-I don’t think I’m following”

His father sighs loudly before his magic shuts the book closed, all magic gone on a whim “Jungkook, whatever this man was, if my father was right and he really did exist, you might be like him”

“But-but I was born of both you and mum” he couldn’t quite yet fathom the extension of his own magic, much less think about the probability of being more powerful than any other being that had walked the Earth in millennia. Even if the man was real, would he even be alive still? If he was as powerful as he was presumed to be, would he even take Jungkook under his wing? What if he wasn’t as lucky as the man from the book and word got out and his life was endangered?

“Jungkook just think about it, you might be a child of the Earth”

“What if I don’t want to be” he couldn’t quite face his father, feeling his own heartbreak as the older man deflated. Jungkook knew that perhaps his dad had entertained the idea of his only son being a creature out of a legendary book, could feel how proud it would make him, for Jungkook to be a hero, make history with the power he presumably held within, yet he couldn’t help but feel like a small child again, afraid at the uncertainty that the future could hold. “I- I’m good with just running the shop and helping you and mother out with stuff”

His father sighed before placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, a small act that made him feel even more like a child, one getting subtly scolded by his parents as they prepare him for his inevitable future. “Jungkook-ah, your mother and I- all we really want for you is to live your own life”

His ears perk up, gaze facing forward as he catches his mother standing with her arms crossed over her body, the softest motherly look on her face “And if that means for my baby to go find himself at some faraway place, then so be it” she comes to join his father by his side, both of them bracing each other as the thought of their child growing up simmers down on them. “We just want you to grow up to your full potential Kookie”

.-.-

It had taken quite some convincing for him to completely make up his mind, the negging looks from his father as he helped around the shop, the longing yet scolding gaze his mother held over dinner until he found himself preparing a small bag for the long trip– almost burning inside his mind the map contained in his grandfather’s grimoire from the many times he had read over what he once thought to be a legend out of a children’s storybook.

The trip itself wasn’t as difficult as it was troublesome, having to hike up the highest mountain in the land, the difficult part–if the Jeon’s memories were anything to go by– was having the Hallassan land spirit to like you enough to show itself, even a step further to have the legendary witch to show his home.

For quite some time Jungkook entertained the idea of the immense possibilities on how the wizard could look, every possible image popping up in his head some variation of a wrinkly old man hunched over himself, staff in hand and he couldn’t help but laugh soundly at it, picturing himself getting nagged at by such a figure, perhaps he would end up looking like one of those old scholars that came to his village from time to time. But how wrong was he.

It took him three days, two cold sleepless nights in the woods and running in circles for at least two hours in the nothingness that was the top of the mountain for the valley to show up right where he had started to venture– he could almost hear the forest spirits snickering at him. He really tried to be angry at it, almost went back down just out of spite, yet the clearing before him had him doing a double-take, the space was bright and clear, none of the trees from before on sight, the small dipping in the middle of it leading to a sort of entrance– this was what he came for.

Jungkook had been raised better than what he found himself doing– walking into a stranger’s house uninvited. Was it really uninvited if after knocking for a few minutes the door opened on its own?

He walks inside, small steps, unsure of himself, his past resolve crumbling down completely as he walks further in where he listens to a hushed voice coming from his left, a mop of silvery hair turned away from him, green warm clothes cradling the figure, Jungkook entertains the idea of an old man still, yet not so much hunched over himself if the deep hushed voice and the hair colour was anything to go by. “...Now where did I last see-”

"Hello-"

"Oh! great timing! the pay is where it always is" broad shoulders are still facing him as the man moved around, a couple of won bills on the counter where he had waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around, for a legendary creature perhaps leaving his home door open was a recurrent thing, what with the whole clearing hidden from the public eye and all.

"Oh I'm not-" he had tried to make himself knows as definitely not the person he was expecting yet the man kept mumbling to himself, apparently in deep thought at whatever it was

""—So then if we are able to move this around we should -" he had started moving around the room, still not facing Jungkook directly, just pointing to places around the spacious room as his free hand busied itself with picking books from the humongous shelf against the wall

"I'm- uh" his hands couldn’t be still, grasping at the bag over his shoulder, knuckles almost white as he clears his throat "I'm not-"

"Did you forget where-" the man turns around and Jungkook feels whatever little poise he had gained leave him in the spot, right in front of him is the most legendary creature in existence, recorded alive for millennia, a god in more ways than one, no old man in sight but the prettiest human he had laid eyes on, fierce sight set on him awkwardly hanging at the entrance as the man keeps blinking at him "uh"

He bows down almost instinctively, 90 degrees, hair falling onto his eyes as he does so "Mister sir- uh keeper of Hallasan"

"You aren't Soobin"

"Uh.. no I'm not"

The man doesn’t even flinch at the information of a stranger setting a foot inside his house, deep voice calm as ever as he asks "How did you even get in?"

"Uh the door was open" he points to the door in a futile attempt for it to not make it seem like he was the weirdo picking locks or something at a magical creature’s home

"No it wasn't" he moves to the door in the most graciously way he has ever seen someone do it, almost gliding across the floor, eyes never leave him except for the brief second where his hand tries the doorknob "huh it was. Weird"

It took the man less than a minute after his initial shock to turn to Jungkook and invite him in, a pair of teacups resting against the table as they seated parallel to each other, him crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner as Jungkook couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat– he certainly never thought he could come this far.

“So what can I do for you, Jeon Jungkook?” if he absolutely preened at the way that his name sounded in the stranger’s mouth, that was certainly something only for him to know.

The words died right on his tongue. There were certainly a lot of things the beautiful man seating across from him could do, none of them necessarily involving what he had initially come for, yet as the words take meaning inside his mind, he seems to short circuit yet again “I uh- you know- you know my name?”

He smiles a big smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, dimples showing and a heat simmering inside Jungkook’s belly “I know a lot of things, Jungkook” he stares off into space “Social skills are rusty, but they come back after getting a good look at you” Jungkook’s eyes must widen at the implication of his words. Could he read minds? Could he take a look into souls? “Just general stuff about you, don’t worry about it”

The man could definitely read minds.

Blink if you’re hearing this. The man blinks and Jungkook feels like fleeing. Wait. Everyone blinks, stupid. Perhaps some other time.

He somehow finds his voice, remembering the lingering question, the sole reason for him to be there “Mister Hallasan keeper, sir”

“Namjoon is fine”

“Mister Namjoon-ssi”

“Namjoon hyung”

Jungkook is sure this time his brain shortcircuits for real, for this complete stranger. Namjoon he corrects himself, to give him permission to call him so affectionately after only a few minutes of knowing him. After technically breaking- not breaking into his home.

Smile if you’re reading my mind. Namjoon smiles, something doesn’t sit right with him, he could very well be reading his mind, or simply smiling out of politeness at the extended silence Jungkook had caused, again. I’m onto you Mister Hallasan Keeper. Namjoon just smiles more fondly at him.

Jungkook goes on explaining his situation, from his rapid magic learning to being unable to wield his magic, to his father even suggesting that he could have been born from the Earth herself, just like Namjoon did all those millennia ago. The blond man restricts himself to listen to Jungkook speak, gaining a serious pose when he drops the reason for his visit, asking him for help. Jungkook’s almost sure he will deny it as he goes on to explain how his last magical apprentice had been there almost sixty years ago, going on about how he is pretty much a loner, no reason more than a brief excuse of being an outcast for practice differences with the village where Jungkook comes from, giving it a few seconds of thought before he accepts to have Jungkook under his wing, going as far as to give him a spare bedroom to sleep in along with the longest set of rules he had ever heard of.

Months with Namjoon look something more or less like this: waking up at 6 am sharp– something Jungkook had never done in his life, the first few times he had woken up later than that, it was almost impossible to know where his teacher had gone to. Have a rundown on the day’s activities and breakfast until 7. Jungkook was in charge of gardening on the 30-minute window of Namjoon harvesting for the spells he was due to make for the day. An hour of light reading– he knew better than to comment on how a thousand pages book was most definitely not light reading, but he did it anyway. He would then shadow Namjoon on whatever mystical task he had to do for the day before finishing up with him running basic high-level training with Namjoon’s guidance in the clearing– Namjoon had said that the Hallasan spirit would keep him safe and sound if he were to screw up, although so far all the spirit and her friends in the forest had done was laugh at his mistakes.

Five months in it, the whole routine came as second nature, he couldn’t even picture a day without Namjoon on it, not that there was anyone else that could pick up on the energy shift within it, Jungkook had learnt a lot from his teacher, not only in the magic department but about him as a person, couldn’t hide the lingering eyes, the curious touches of skin, every bit of information about Namjoon expanding that fondness feeling inside his heart, Namjoon was a man of habit, a powerful one at that, yet all those millennia living couldn’t hide the fact that Jungkook could see right through him, a lonely soul, as powerful as none other, yet so inherently say. Not even the whole power in the universe could keep him away from his own greatest danger: himself.

If you can read minds, kiss me. The kiss never came so perhaps Namjoon could never even read minds in the first place.

Now here’s the thing, Jungkook might be a mess when it comes to magic, but not so much at hiding his feelings, at least the best he could, Namjoon was as intelligent as men come and he had yet to notice. Namjoon’s friend that just happens to show up on a particularly lazy day– his teacher had said his magic tends to run out from time to time and would rather rest it; perhaps not so much.

Jeon Jungkook is a weak man. A weak man for beautiful things, like Namjoon, or you. Who just happened to walk inside Namjoon’s home like you owned the place– could he count it as his home too yet?

He could feel his heart wanting to leap out of him as soon as you introduced yourself, and perhaps he was imagining the way your eyes grazed over his figure before going to tease Namjoon, not that he stopped having heart eyes for the man when you walked in, he had enough heart eyes for the both of you, even if he had to keep them to himself. You were easier to warm up to than Namjoon if it was anything to go by, smoothly falling into conversation after you three had sat down for tea, walking up to Namjoon’s massive library, picking out books from their shelves as you asked him about his upbringings.

“The Jeon family? Oh, dearest, your grandfather was as good as wizards come” his brain cuts short as soon as the words leave your mouth, just how exactly could you have known the old man? The old wizard was presumably thrown out of the royal house for being unfit for ruling over the land. You playfully push your elbow against Namjoon “And I say this while knowing Joonie”

The blond man groans at your teasing.

“You-you knew my grandpa?”

“Yeh, such a shame he decided to be a mortal” Your initial interest seems to diminish as you turn to face the books yet again, a particular red cover catching your attention.

“What”

Jungkook faintly hears Namjoon standing up from his chair to try and get in between his conversation with you, although all he hears seems to come as if the voices were kept under cotton inside his ears “Y/N you’re overwhelming the kid”

For such a calm and collected posture, he had maintained not only while learning with Namjoon but back at home too, hearing such a word coming out of him really tips the glass “I’m not a kid! Why is everyone always treating me like a child!” surely it did seem rather childish to have an outburst like that, yet his mind couldn’t help but reel in all those other times in his stay where Namjoon had dismissed him from helping, saying it was a rather complicated spell you should wait this one out Jungkook. Or something along the lines of when you get stronger. It did seem the type of things one would say to their petulant child.

“Jungkook waits” Namjoon groans as he retreats to his assigned room, you can’t help the softness inside you at the way that strong independent loner Namjoon reacts to his apprentice being pissed off, certainly a first.

“You pissed off the kid” your remark isn’t that much well digested as Namjoon throws a dagger-like glare your way, groaning as he throws his head back against the couch

“Why am I parenting again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you offer him a tight lip smile, you had heard a lot about Jungkook even before you had walked inside the wizard’s home, like a reader of a slow-burning love story, you knew that ‘parenting’ was most definitely not the dynamic in his relationship with the younger, not with the way Namjoon had described the little mannerisms of his apprentice, or the way that he described his figure as the strongest back I’ve ever seen with such a tiny waist when he sent you a letter asking you to visit him.

The thing with the dynamic you had with Namjoon had been one going on for hundreds of years, feeding off of the magic that only such powerful creatures like you and him could conjure, effective yet dependent as when either of you two was in dire need of a boost, you would have to pay him a visit to work your magic. Jungkook hadn’t appeared after his little outburst, probably hidden in his room, taking only a few minutes of Namjoon glancing expectantly at the place where the younger had disappeared before you dragged him towards his room in an all too practised manner.

The whole environment was always on the calm side whenever you two get to it, something along the lines of strictly business, yet an undeniable connection between the two. Namjoon had you against his door, a dimly lit lamp on his desk, strong hands holding you in place at your waist as he leaned down to connect both of your mouths, eyes fluttering shut as he did so. Your hands found themselves tangled in his blond tousled hair in no time as he deepened the kiss, moving the both of you towards the bed as magic started glowing dimly within you two, connecting and feeding off of the spark of the situation, magic so profound and delicate that only immortal beings could hope to master. Namjoon placed himself against his elbows as you straddled his hips, your figure teasingly humping his growing bulge inside his pants as his breath started to become ragged, his own magic reaching forward to yours, just the way his lips chased yours. Yet there was only so much ominous Namjoon could handle. His hands were quick to undress both of you in between hot caresses and messy kisses as both of your bodies seem to move on their own accord, the magic itself doing the most out of the tantric experience, moans slowly but surely filling up the room as Namjoon positioned the tip of his hard cock on your entrance, teasing your folds for a few seconds before you settled on top of him in a familiar manner, sinking down on him as he throws his head back, letting out a groan. You are almost sure Jungkook could hear you both, yet your mind so clouded you wouldn’t have given it a second thought with Namjoon’s cock filling you up so nicely as you moved up and down on his length, that is until out of the corner of your eye you catch the casted shadow outside the dimly lit room.

"Your puppy is outside," You say as you stop moving on him, not quite removing yourself from the situation, yet you feel the magic in the room flickering faintly as if going dormant.

"What" Namjoon’s eyes are surprised as he lets reality sink in, his magic safely sated from the small act

"The kid that has an obvious crush on both you and me?” you state matter of factly as Namjoon’s jaw goes slack “He's watching us from behind the door"

As if on cue, there’s a rustling behind the door, feet rapidly resounding against the floor "No I'm not!"

Namjoon sighs loudly "JK just come in, I know this might seem.." the door opens and you could swear Jungkook’s eyes are about to leave his skull at the image he’s present with "weird"

"incredibly hot," they say at the same time, rendering both of them speechless

"huh kid's horny" you start removing yourself from Namjoon’s cock as your magic starts tingling, now reaching out for the younger "i like it"

"Y/N please"

You gesture by raising your hands as if surrendering, yet you know just how the night had taken a turn, willing to satiate your magic’s needs “He doesn’t like your PG training, let me handle this”

Jungkook is still sporting his Bambi eyes as he feels himself pulled into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he can only stare at you as you make your way towards him, lips ghosting over his “So tell me Jungkookie” your hand trails down to bring him closer to your naked body, taking his hand in yours and guiding it to your ass “Just how much are you willing to render of yourself for me and Joon?”

“All of me”

Jeon Jungkook might as well had been an erotic wizard like yourself if by the way he manhandles you and surrenders you to Namjoon like a loyal apprentice would to his master was anything to go by. Namjoon’s stare alone has the young man pliant as he caresses tan skin under his fingers, achingly curious as the youngest takes turns to kiss the eldest and yourself, Namjoon’s fingers playing with his nipples, your own hands working his length to life after your magic had completely undressed him, feeling both your and Namjoon’s magic reaching for Jungkook’s in a way you didn’t know was possible. A few kisses and lingering touches in, minds clouded with lust, kissing noises and moans taking over the space, Jungkook takes no time in positioning you on top of him, back to his chest as his length stretches you deliciously, long fingers playing with your clit as his own legs separate your thighs as if offering you up to his master, Namjoon looking like a man starved as he positions himself against Jungkook’s cock, his tip meeting no resistance as he glides in and nestles next to Jungkook, stretching you like no other time you could fathom, groans and ragged breaths of the men under and above you working you to your own climax, babbled words coming out of the youngest’s lips along with a promise of becoming yet another young god under your spell.

#bts smut #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #bts imagines #btshoneyhive #bangtanarmynet #thebtswritersclub #bangtansorciere

[hobeemin]

the garden isle

🌴 genre: drama, angst, romance, s2l, smut, humor, fluff

🌴 pairing: resort bartender!kim namjoon x celebrity! poc (f) reader

🌴 destination: kauai, hawaii

🌴 rating: 18+

🌴 warning(s): swearing, mention of blackmail, mention of depression, namjoon is so clumsy, public sex, safe sex, exhibitionism, oral (f & m receiving), soft dom!namjoon, multiple orgasms, fingering

🌴 word count: 14.3k

🌴 synopsis: running away from your problems was never your mantra, however, you didn't expect a scandal to nearly ruin your career. "take a hiatus" your publicist suggested. and so here you were, in a place that could only be described as paradise...that until you happen to meet a man who changes your outlook on life...one stumble at a time.

🌴 credits: thank you, thank you to @playmetheclassics and @jjksblackgf for beta reading this monster of a fic. it's one of the longest oneshots i've written at this point and i really appreciate you both taking time to read it.

resources for banner found here ~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

🌴 a/n: for @btshoneyhive​ ‘spring break-ing the rules’ event found here

He peeked out the window, gazing at the entrance. Much to his relief, the swarms of reporters had made themselves scarce by midafternoon. His eyes darted over to the lump on the couch, shaking his head as he walked over.

“You need to get your ass off this couch and do something about it.”

Her eyes shot open as a glare concentrated on the man standing before her. If looks could kill. He seemed unbothered by the way she looked at him. Not a day passed by where he was treated to that specific look. It wasn’t a good day until Jimin was cussed out by his client. 

Smirking, he took a seat opposite her, reclining back.

“Glaring at me isn’t going help you either.”

A single middle finger rose from her spot making him laugh.

“Yeah, I love you too, babe,” his signature eye smile faltered a bit as he looked at her. “Seriously though. Are you alright?”

“No,” she mumbled.

He sighed, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket. “I threatened the paparazzi outside. For now, the vultures have backed off, but we need a plan.”

“But I didn’t do anything Jimin,” she argued.

“I know babe, but you know how this industry works. They see blood and go in for the kill.”

Finally pulling back the quilt covering her, he noticed the redness in her eyes. Seeing her like this, so broken, hurt him more than she knew. Y/N’s tenacity was admired by all in the industry. She took no shit from anyone and only accepted roles that held her character. But now with this particular incident, her career could be ruined. And for what? Because some asswipe didn’t like the word ‘no’?

Jimin settled in his thoughts before moving down to kneel by her. He smiled softly at her, stroking her hair. Even though he was her manager, they were like siblings.

“Y/N? Babe, how do you wanna go about this?”

She sniffed as she reached for the tissues and wiped her nose. She cleared her throat. 

“What do you think I should do?”

He brushed his dark hair off his face and tapped his chin. “You want the soft truth or you want me to lay it out bare bones?”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “We’ve known each other long enough, that I can handle your advice.”

Jimin chuckled watching her. “You make it sound like I’m harsh–don’t look at me like that Y/N–but fair enough.”

He leaned against the couch brushing his fingers along her gently.

“To sum it up, this is going to be tough to fight, but you know I’m ready to throw hands for you. They’re not gonna make it easy, but we have a solid legal team. Taehyung got your back, but–”

Uh oh. Y/N didn’t like how quickly Jimin changed the tone of the conversation. It felt as if ice dropped into her stomach, making her feel ill.

“But what?”

“I think you should take some time off. Take a hiatus. Get away from the city for a bit and clear your head.”

She sighed deeply, twirling around a braid. “Where would I even go?”

“Leave that up to me. Just have yourself packed up for warm weather. Trust me. You’ll love it.”

---

“Thank you for flying Hawaiian Airlines. We will be landing shortly. Please put seats upright and tray tables away. Any large electronic devices should also be powered down and placed back in bags.”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as she straightened her chair, stretching her limbs, she looked around getting her bearings. She pulled the shade up noticing the turquoise waters and bright greenery. The flight attendant came around holding a bag of trash and she threw her things away. Sighing, the plane descended, making the passengers jump as it landed on the runway with a gentle bump. It didn’t take long for the plane to taxi and the cabin lights flickered on. 

The announcements chimed signaling the flight had ended

“Thank you again for flying Hawaiian Airlines. Please be careful when leaving the aircraft. If you are connecting to another flight, please check the monitors in the terminal. If this is your final stop, welcome to the Island of Kauai. Aloha.”

The people around her began to gather their possessions and as soon as the door opened, a crowd swarmed to be let out. Y/N settled back in her chair, not in much of a hurry. Once the people–you know the ones–dispersed, she grabbed her carry-on bag and walked off the airplane. The flight crew wished her well and she nodded to them, donning her sunglasses and a mask for good measure. 

No one besides Jimin knew where she’d flown. The last thing Y/N needed was for someone to post about her whereabouts and then get swarmed with reporters and paparazzi. Collecting her luggage at the baggage reclaim area was fairly easy. Most of the people on her flight were gone. 

Good, she wanted her privacy. Glancing down at her phone, she dialed Jimin’s number. He answered on the second ring.

“Made it?”

“Yeah, I’m here just got my luggage.”

“Good. I got a driver for you so no worries about renting a car for the time being.”

“Jimin, I’m trying to keep a low profile. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to drive on my own?”

“No, and don’t try to argue about it. They should be outside with the name of the hotel and your name. I used your grandma’s maiden name.”

“You thought of everything,” she exclaimed.

“Duh. Now have fun and message me when you’re settled. Love ya.”

“Thanks, Jiminie. Love you too.”

She ended the call and rolled her suitcases out towards the exit. As she passed through the sliding doors, the sticky heat of the island welcomed her with open arms. Sunshine she could handle, but the humidity was another story. She peered from over her sunglasses searching for a sign Jimin informed her about.

Ah ha.

There he was not even a foot away. The sign he held read ‘Morgan, Y/N’. She made her way over to him with her luggage. He was quite attractive. Hair a dark brown, sunglasses propped on his head wearing an off-white Hawaiian shirt with a smile as bright as the sun. As she approached, his smile spread. “Ms. Morgan?”

She nodded with a smile. “Yes, that’s me.”

He looked relieved. “Great! Welcome to Kauai. I’m Hoseok. I’ll be your driver during your stay here,” he explained opening the door for her.

Y/N gave a nod of thanks, sliding into the back seat. He closed it with care and loaded her luggage into the trunk of the luxury SUV. Once it was secure, he jumped in the driver’s seat, placing his seatbelt on. 

“The windows are tinted so you won’t be disturbed,” he informed her.

“Oh, good.”

Even though Y/N was exhausted from the flight, she couldn’t help but be entranced by the views passing by. So much greenery and a burst of colors. Not even here for five minutes and she was falling in love with the Kauai. Hoseok weaved along the road, pointing out things along the way. 

“Have you been to any of our islands before?”

Y/N nodded her head. “Yes. Oahu a few years ago. Nice, but Honolulu was too crowded for my taste.”

Hoseok chuckled as he turned into a hidden. “Don’t you live in LA? I think that’s worse.”

She couldn’t help but return the laugh. “Touche.”

Despite the fact that Y/N had traveled all over the world, she wasn’t prepared for the view. It took her breath away. It reminded her of an island palace. Nestled among the palm trees, the Queen Resort was a hideaway for all seeking solstice. 

Hoseok pulled into the circular driveway, stopping in front of the entrance. After letting her out of the car, he retrieved her luggage. 

“Enjoy your stay here at the Queen Resort, Ms. Morgan. I work with the concierge office, so please don’t hesitate to call me if you need to go anywhere,” he explained handing her his business card.

“Thank you Hoseok. I appreciate it.”

Just as she turned, another equally attractive man stood in front of her. Jet black hair pushed off his face revealing piercings on both his eyebrow and lip. Wearing an identical shirt to Hoseok’s, the tattoo sleeve on his right arm was on full display.

His smile at her made her think of a bunny for some reason. He lifted her bags effortlessly onto the baggage cart. He gave her a low bow. 

“Well to Queen Resort. I’m Jungkook. I’m one of the porters here.”

Hoseok walked over clapping the taller male on the back. “Kookie is a hard worker. He’ll also be your go-to for anything you need in your suite, Ms. Morgan.”

Y/N smiled at both of them. “No need for the formalities, gentlemen. Please, I insist you call me Y/N.”

Jungkook looked like a deer in headlights. His big doe eyes darted over to Hoseok. His voice dropped, but Y/N was able to decipher the words.

“Hobi…c-can we do that?”

The older male winked giving him a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. “Whatever the guest requests–within reason, of course.”

Jungkook looked pleased as the color returned to his cheeks.

 “Of course Ms. Y-Y/N.”

She smiled at him warmly, adjusting the strap on her purse. “Relax Jungkook. Now, lead the way.”

“No need Jungkook, I’ll take it from here.”

Was this her lucky day? Another breathtaking man appeared in front of her wearing casual business wear. Strong chin, pouty lips, and piercing eyes. Dark brown pushed back as he closed the distance with a bright smile. He reached out shaking her hand gently before placing a beautiful lei around her neck.

“Welcome, Ms. Morgan. We’re pleased to have you stay with us. I’m Seokjin, the hotel manager. Let’s get you checked in.”

She followed him inside walking over to the front desk. While Seokjin went around to the computer, Y/N looked around the lobby in awe. Tropical flora decorated the lush white furniture strategically placed near a fire pit. The wood paneling added to the robustness of the place. She turned her head as she heard the gentle tapping of the keyboard.

“Alright, you’re booked here for one month in the Lili’uokalani suite. Correct?”

“Yes.”

“We’ve made all the necessary precautions so you won’t be disturbed during your time here.”

He placed two room keys in a sleeve with a few pamphlets. “You just place your key on the door scan to open. I placed some brochures about the amenities the resort offers as well as some activities that are off the property. Jungkook,”–he motioned towards the young man– “will also act as the butler for you, so don’t hesitate to ask him for anything or if you have any questions.”

She took the sleeve from him with a nod, placing it in her purse.

“Happy hour is always at sunset near the lagoon pool area. If you’d like I can have Hoseok give you or tour unless you’d prefer to go to your suite.”

“For now, I’d like to go freshen up.”

Seokjin smiled with a nod. “Wonderful. Jungkook will take you to your room.” 

Jungkook grinned pushing the baggage cart. “Right this way.”

As they walked to the royal suite wing, Jungkook chattered about his time in Hawaii. Y/N listened politely as he spoke. He reminded her of her younger brother.

“–that beach has the best surfing!”

He blushed, realizing how much he’d been talking. “S-Sorry Ms. Y/N.”

“No don’t be sorry! I like hearing you talk Jungkook. It’s nice to listen for once.”

Again his face broke into that adorable smile, revealing his front teeth. “O-Okay.”

They reached the entrance to her suite and she waved the card over her door and it clicked open. Jungkook ran over opened it for her to enter and carried her luggage inside. 

Yet again Y/N was rendered speechless. The open-air living room led out to a private oasis giving a panoramic view of the ocean and island. A fully stocked bar stood off to the side with a kitchenette opposite it. Two double doors against the wall lead to the bedroom, a large king-size bed laid in the middle with an ensuite bathroom attached. The bathroom included a whirlpool tub, an additional stand-alone shower, and a sauna booth.

“W-Where would you like your luggage Ms. Y/N?”

She turned to him with a smile. “You can put them by the bed Jungkook. Thank you again.”

He set them down and walked back over to the suite entrance. Y/N fished out a few twenty-dollar bills and pressed them into his palm. Jungkook’s mouth fell open. Shaking his head, he tried to give it back.

“I couldn’t take this. It’s way too much.”

“I insist you do Jungkook. You’ve been very sweet. I won’t take it back.”

He bit down on his lip and placed the money in his pocket. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” she answered.

Giving her another bow, Jungkook exited the room leaving her alone in her thoughts.

---

Even though she was a bit jetlagged from the flight, Y/N wanted to explore the island a little on her first day. Hoseok mentioned a farmers market in town and it was within walking distance of the resort.

As she made her way there, the sights and sounds put a smile on her face. The market was buzzing with life as people set up stalls selling produce, clothes, and trinkets. She was enamored by the beautiful clothing being sold as she walked up to a booth selling Hawaiian shirts and matching dresses.

The woman behind the booth walked up to her smiling. “Hello dear. See something you like?”

Y/N smiled as she touched one of the dresses gently. “Just browsing, but these are beautiful.”

“I make them myself.”

“You’re very talented ma’am.”

“Ah call me Auntie Chelsea,” she said with a smile.

“Nice to meet you, Auntie Chelsea. I’m Y/N Morgan.”

“Welcome to the island of Kauai.”

“Thank you. I’m already enjoying my stay.”

Auntie Chelsea smiled at her as she folded some of the shirts. “There’s a sadness in your eyes. But I think you being here might lift it.”

Any other person saying that would have freaked her out, but coming from that woman, Y/N felt the words wash over her, calming her mind. She cleared her throat. “Thank you, Auntie Chelsea. I hope so.”

The older woman gave her a wink and handed her the business card. “This is where my shop is located, but I’m also here every Wednesday and Saturday. Stop on by.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Y/N waved goodbye as she walked on browsing the stalls. Another one caught her eye. Beautiful flowers forming leis and bracelets fluttered in the breeze. Some were made from shells, ribbons, and even nuts.

She gazed at a few quite impressed with the intricate patterns.

“Those are easy to make.”

She jumped, startled by the deep baritone voice. His eyes met her when she looked up and his jaw dropped down slightly.

She was stunning. He gulped nervously as her eyes bore into him with such intensity. 

Just as he was staring at her, she was observing him. Tall with strong muscle definition, his face was a cross between a heart and oval-shaped with a strong jawline, dark hair dyed blue framing his round cheeks, and lips formed into a grin.

Oh damn. He has dimples too.

Trying not to be distracted by her, his eyes darted to a few leis on the table.

“Are you buying or just looking?”

“Depends,” she replied. “Not sure yet.”

He bit down on his lip thoughtfully. “Well, the kukui nut leis are simple and match everything, whereas the ribbon ones tend to match certain items. The flower leis are pretty but don’t last too long.”

“You make all these?”

He nodded. “I do. It’s calming. Kind of like a hobby for me.”

She hummed in understanding. “I envy anyone who does something that makes them happy.”

“It’s not that hard though. What makes you happy?”

She felt the warmth creep into her cheeks. Avoiding his gaze, she focused on the merchandise. “How much are these selling for?”

He snorted, trying hard not to laugh. Cute, she was avoiding his question.

“You know, most people come to Hawaii for an escape. I wonder what is you’re running from.”

Her lips formed a thin line as she made eye contact with him, the rage building up. “It’s none of your damn business. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do.”

She turned on her heel and stormed off. He stood there in shock, stunned by her words. He noticed Auntie Chelsea in the corner of his eye beckoning to follow her. With a sigh, he took off in the direction she’d been going in. 

He looked around for any indication of her, but he didn’t see anyone with her description. Sighing, heavily, he turned to walk back over to his stall, his thoughts swarming about the mystery woman.

---

It was almost sunset when Y/N walked out towards the pool area. Resort guests sat at the tables near the water’s edge either chatting, eating, or enjoying cocktails. Music from the live band played as she looked around for an open space at the bar. Smiling when she found one, she made her way over sliding onto the stool.

She plucked the menu from its holder glancing at the specialty drinks and appetizers offered during happy hour. 

“What’ll it be Miss?”

“Uh–” Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip still unsure. “I can’t decide between a Blue Hawaiian or Mai Tai.”

“Both are popular, but I’m more partial to the Mai Tai.”

Y/N dropped her menu staring at him. Her eyes widened in realization. He was the guy from the farmer’s market. With an equally matching expression, he stared back at her as pink became to cover his cheeks. He coughed slightly busying himself with the garnishes. “I mean…I don’t know if you want my opinion or not,” he murmured.

Trying to hide her embarrassment, Y/N leaned on her hand watching him squirm under her gaze. “I mean I am just here running away from my problems. What do I know? Enlighten me.” 

Great he came off as a huge jerk.

Face covered in red, he cleared his throat. “Well…the Blue Hawaiian is a frozen drink with vodka, rum, blue curacao–for the color, pineapple juice–”

“Oh I’m aware of the ingredients, just wanted your opinion on which to get,” she interrupted with a smirk.

His face looked like it was going to combust. “Um…do you like pina colados?”

“Not necessarily,” she answered after a moment.

“Say no more,” he grinned grabbing a hurricane glass.

Y/N watched as he mixed the rums, adding the mixers with precision, shaking it in his right hand–she noted how the veins in his biceps rippled–and he poured it into the highball glass over ice adding dark rum to float on the top. Garnishing it with a cherry and pineapple wheel, he gave her a warm smile. 

“Here ya go, Miss. Enjoy.”

Y/N hummed in thanks taking a sip from her straw. Her eyes widened at the flavors dancing on her tongue. “This is good.”

He looked up from wiping a glass. “You like it?”

She smirked with a nod. “I mean you’re kind of a jerk, but you make a bomb ass Mai Tai.”

He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment as he began to speak, and a stutter appeared. “Can we start over? S-Sorry about that from earlier today. Wasn’t fair to make assumptions. I’m so used to people like that and sometimes I tend to speak without thinking.”

Guess I can give him a break.

“It’s alright. I get it.”

He nodded in understanding. “I’m Namjoon by the way,” he said holding out his hand for her to shake.

After a moment, Y/N took his hand into hers, quite surprised by how large it was, it engulfed her hand as he shook it gently.

“Nice to meet you too, Namjoon. I’m Y/N,” she said with a tiny smile.

So tell me Ms. Y/N, what brings you to Hawaii?”

She chuckled, messing with the cocktail stirrer. “Well since you asked so kindly Namjoon. I’m here just to enjoy some time away from work.”

“Work hard, play hard,” he said laughing.

“Something like that,” she giggled.

They chatted more about their likes and dislikes. Y/N found out how much he hated seafood and mint chocolate ice. 

“Why eat something that tastes like toothpaste?”

He was sweet, intelligent, and could hold a conversation. It was refreshing to talk with someone that wasn’t trying to interview or harass her. 

Namjoon couldn’t help but feel at ease with her. Someone that could hold a conversation with him was always a plus in his book. To say he was attracted to her was an understatement, but he knew the rules. Guests were off-limits. Anyone caught fraternizing with one would be terminated, no questions asked.

“How long have you been in Kauai?”

As he was about to answer,  someone walked up to the bar to order a drink, he frowned a bit glancing over at them to signal he’d be there. “Um hold on. Let me take care of this guest.”

She watched as he interacted with the guest, being professional but friendly. She finished her drink just as another appeared before her. Y/N giggled as she nibbled on the pineapple slice.

“I’m gonna have to order something to tame this liquor.”

Namjoon smirked. “I may be biased but the Korean sticky ribs are delicious.”

“I’ll take your word for it, one order of those please.”

“Certainly Ms. Y/N.”

It could have been the alcohol lowering her ambitions or just the fact she was away from the stress of her every day, but the way Namjoon said her name at that moment made her stomach clench. She bit the inside of her cheek and turned on the stool focusing on the music from the live band. She hummed along tapping her nails on the bar counter.

The smells of spices filled her nostrils as Namjoon brought over her appetizer. Y/N almost drooled at the sight. One bite into the ribs had her moaning softly, earning a chuckle from Namjoon.

“Good?”

“These are delicious,” she mumbled, covering her mouth.

His dimples deepened watching her fondly as her face became covered in the rib sauce. She really was beautiful. Then he realized what he was doing. He lowered his gaze as he began to cut some fruit for the garnishes. 

“To answer your question from before, I’ve been here a little over three years. Came here on vacation and planted roots here.”

“You must love it if you decided to stay.”

He chuckled softly. “Something like that,” he looked at her pausing his task. “So Ms. Y/N, what are your plans for tomorrow?”

Y/N wiped her mouth as she sat there thinking. “Not quite sure. Maybe the beach. I heard Waimea Canyon is a place to see.”

He bobbed his head. “I recommend that. It’s not nicknamed the ‘Grand Canyon of Hawaii’ for nothing. Definitely check it out.”

“I wouldn’t mind having a guide,” she whispered with a smile.

Namjoon blinked before staring at her. He gulped softly as his Adam’s apple jerked. “I–”

Oh damn.

Y/N shook her head feeling quite stupid. “I didn’t mean for that to come off the wrong way ”

“N-No it’s alright. I mean we have a great staff capable of guiding guests around the island.”

“Right. Of course, I wouldn’t doubt you about that.”

She stood from her seat, placing a few bills on the table. “Thank you for your hospitality, Namjoon. I appreciate the suggestions.”

Now he felt like an idiot. He forced a smile as he cleared the space on the bar. “It was my pleasure Ms. Y/N. Enjoy your time here.”

She nodded in thanks before walking toward her room. As she went out of view, Namjoon took the dishes in the back.

“Good job Joon,” he grumbled darkly. 

Great, just great. He wanted to kick himself. How could he pass up an opportunity to spend a day with her? She left him intrigued, curious–and for that to get his attention, he wanted to know more.

The determination crossed his face and he resolved to take that chance.

“Cover for me,” he called to one of the other bartenders as he removed his apron and ran from behind the bar.

It didn’t take long to catch up with her. He spotted her near the small botanical garden on the property. Watching her lean in to smell the hibiscus flowers made something stir in his chest. Out of breath, he closed the distance between them, heart hammering loud in his chest.

“M-Ms. Y/N?”

She looked up, eyes wide as she stared at the disheveled man before her. His face was flushed and clammy.

“Did I leave something at the bar?”

“Uh–”

And he short-circuited. 

Namjoon couldn’t seem to get the words out. He felt ridiculous standing in front of her.

Y/N raised her brow as she watched him struggle to get the words out. “Namjoon, you don’t look too well. Maybe you should go take a break.”

“I–If I don’t get this out, I’ll probably regret it for as long as I live,” he confessed while chewing on his lower lip, he blamed Jungkook for this habit he picked up.

Y/N waited with anticipation, a sudden fear clouding her thoughts. If he had any idea how much her anxiety rose during conversations like this. 

“I-I could show you around if you like?”

She blinked a few times at him, trying to decipher what he said. Did she hear him correctly? Her face felt warm as the potential of a date possibly in the near future. But she could have been wrong. Maybe he was being polite. There was only one way to find out.

“So…like a date?”

Namjoon sputtered, making a giggle bubble up to the surface. Y/N covered her mouth trying to stifle it. He was absolutely adorable in his reaction.

“W-What if I said yes?”

Y/N bounced on her heels contemplating her decision. The hope in his eyes was apparent, she couldn’t resist the smile spreading across her face. 

“Then I’d have to say, meet me tomorrow around noon, sounds good?”

Namjoon coughed as he tried to hide the excitement wanting to burst forth. “Yeah. it’s my day off tomorrow I can meet you near the market.”

“Wonderful. I’ll see you then. Have a goodnight Namjoon,” she said with another breathtaking smile and walked off.

He felt like he was on cloud nine. But soon his happiness turned to dread as he dragged his hand down his face. They were going on a date. A date which he asked a guest…a guest!

 But a guest you’re attracted to

Fuck, he was in deep shit if it got out. He made his way back to the bar as a dark cloud cast over his face. This wasn’t good but felt so right. He’d promised himself it would be clearly professional and leave it at that.

What could go wrong?

---

“If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it a secret?”

Jungkook looked up from his breakfast staring at Namjoon curiously. He chewed a few more times before answering. “I mean is it like a life or death thing? Will it harm anyone?”

Namjoon scoffed. “No, of course not. I just need an alibi if something were to happen…you know for insurance.”

“You killed someone and need me to help hide the body?!”

Namjoon dropped his head with a groan. “Seriously Kook, stop watching true crime shit before bed.”

The younger male grinned as he picked up a piece of bacon to nibble. “You just haven’t given it a chance. I was watching a documentary about three people–”

“Save it. Anyway, can you keep this secret if I tell you?”

Jungkook nodded. “I mean I know I can, but we live on an island, news will eventually spread ya know.”

That’s what he was afraid of happening. But he knew if he didn’t at least tell Jungkook, he’d be safe.

“Alright…I..um…I’m going a d-date.”

A piece of scrambled egg fell out of Jungkook’s mouth as his eyes rounded. He wiped his mouth still staring in disbelief at his roommate. 

“You? On a date? After all these years?!”

Namjoon averted his gaze as he grew self-conscious. “You make it sound like it's a bad thing,” he mumbled.

“Hell no. I’m happy for you. It’s about time though. Joon, you need to have some fun.”

“I do have fun,” he said, growing defensive.

Jungkook smirked, “Spending your days off at the market with Auntie Chelsea is your definition of fun?”

“I’ll be sure to share that with her so you don’t get any kalua pork.”

“No! Don’t do that! She throws a mean flip flop,” he shuddered, rubbing the back of his head. “Anyway, who is the lucky gal?”

“Her name is Y/N.”

Jungkook began to choke as he drank his banana milk. The liquid dribbled down his chin as he was rendered speechless twice within the last fifteen minutes.

“Holy shi–”

“What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal?! Dude, she’s a guest at our resort. And I’m her porter!”

Namjoon sat back chewing on his lower lip. “Okay. That could be a problem.”

“More than a problem. If Jin finds out, you gonna get your ass fired!”

Namjoon looked up at Jungkook as a smirk appeared. “So we don’t let that happen.”

Jungkook let out a whine, brushing his bangs off his face. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Not really, but I really like her. I’m curious to see where it goes.”

“I hope it’s worth it.”

“I know it is.”

---

Right at noon, Y/N walked down towards the marketplace in town. She wasn’t sure what Namjoon had planned, but she packed the essentials in her tote bag: a summer dress, bathing suit, and sunscreen. She noticed Auntie Chelsea setting up and walked over to her.

“Good morning.”

The older woman looked up at her and smiled. “Oh, hello again! I see you’re out and about.”

Y/N smiled adjusting the straps on her tote bag. “I am. Namjoon offered to show me around the island today.”

“Ah, you’ll have a wonderful time then. He's such a handsome and smart man. You’ll have plenty to chat about yea.”

Y/N tried to hide the embarrassment on her face. She was excited to see where they would go. Sure she agreed to let him take her around, but for it to be a date was hard to believe. She did find him attractive as his stutter was absolutely adorable when he got nervous. Either way, it would help distract her from all things going on back home.

“Y/N!”

She turned to see Namjoon pushing two bikes towards her. Once they were close, he pushed the kickstand down on both.

“Hi Namjoon,” she greeted.

His smile deepened as his dimples appeared almost making her weak in the knees. 

“H-Hi. I thought we’d go biking today. There’s a place I’d love to show you.”

“Sounds like fun,” she said grinning.

Auntie Chelsea chuckled watching them interact. “Have fun you two and stay outta trouble, yea.”

“Will do Auntie,” Namjoon replied.

“Make sure you stop by the restaurant later on. We having your favorites.”

“Even better. We’ll be there,” he turned to Y/N with a wink. “Let’s get going.”

Y/N hopped on the light blue bicycle while Namjoon took the dark green one. It had been ages since the last time she rode a bike but got into the groove easily enough as she followed Namjoon down the path. The day was already a balmy 80 degrees and the wind from the coast made it soothing. The scenery whizzed by on their bike ride, but she was still in awe of the island.

Namjoon slowed his biking until they were next to each other. “We’re turning into this lane in a few feet, but stay close to the side cause cars come this way too.”

She nodded as he moved and she followed him into the hidden path. They rode under a canopy of trees, making it cooler in the shade. The faint sound of water could be heard as they ventured further down the path. As they went up the hill, Y/N’s jaw dropped.

The water cascaded down the cliff making a double rainbow appear. The vibrant colors of the flora surrounded the river as the sun shined down illuminating the scene. It was breathtaking. Namjoon had them park their bikes near a tree and helped her get off of it.

“Welcome to Wailua Falls.”

“Oh, my–Namjoon, this place is wonderful.”

“Wanna get a closer look?”

She bobbed her head as he smiled at her fondly. Holding out his hand for her to take, they walked towards the water gazing at the falls.

“You know this island filmed a lot of shows and movies around here?”

“Oh yes, I definitely know that.”

“Oh really?”

She shrugged with a smirk. “Kind of my job.”

He pulled a blanket from the bag he was carrying and laid it on the ground. “I’d love to know what your job is.”

Y/N joined him on the blanket getting comfortable. “Oh, I thought I mentioned it.”

“Nope.”

She sighed softly looking out at the water. She pulled her shoes off and dipped her feet in the cool water. Kicking them a bit she thought about how ridiculous it would sound.

“Well, I’m in the film industry. I...I’m an actress.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Whoa. That sounds exciting…well maybe. It sounds stressful too.”

“You have no idea,” she said with a smile.

He noticed how it didn’t reach her eyes. It seemed to be something she didn’t want to discuss at the moment, so for the time being, he began to spew random facts about the island and the waterfall.

“There’s a place called the Fern Grotto that does a mini cruise down the Wailua River. You walk through this lush forest to the cave and it's amazing. People get married there sometimes.”

“I bet it’s beautiful. Being surrounded by nature, the quiet, sharing a special moment with your loved ones,” she thought out loud.

“It is beautiful,” he murmured, staring at her. Clearing his throat, he looked out at the water thoughtfully. “Would you like to stay here for a while or explore the island some more?”

Y/N nibbled on her bottom lip mulling over the question. “I wouldn’t mind staying here for a bit. It’s calming.”

She stood up and began to undo the straps on her dress. Namjoon’s face was covered in red as he averted his gaze. Y/N giggled at his response. 

“I’m in a bathing suit Joon, you can relax.”

“I k-know, but still–”

She chuckled at his demeanor. “You’re adorable. Let’s swim.”

He wasted no time stripping down to his swim trunks and jumping in the water after her. Namjoon let out a scream at how cold the water was. He splashed around making Y/N laugh so hard her sides hurt. They floated around enjoying the quiet of the afternoon.

She looked up at the sky, staring at the clear blue sky. “I wish I could stay here in this memory.”

Namjoon stilled his movements and swam over to her. “What do you mean?”

Y/N sighed as swam over to the edge with Namjoon in tow. “It’s not important. I don’t want to ruin the day.”

He hummed in understanding as they got out of the water and dried off. They lay out in the sun drying off under the sun until they could slip on their clothes. 

Namjoon checked his watch with a grin. “I don’t know about you, but I could use something to eat.”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. I’m so hungry. I didn’t eat much for breakfast.”

He nudged his chin towards the road. “Well let’s get you something to eat. Follow me.”

They rode their bikes back up the trail and back into town. The shadows grew as the day went on while they rode to a small restaurant overlooking the ocean on the beach. She parked her bike next to Namjoon’s as he tied them both to a tree. Holding out his arm for her to take, Y/N wrapped her hand around his bicep shyly as they walked inside. 

Auntie Chelsea looked up from the counter, wiped her hands, and ran around to greet them. 

“Howzit Namjoon?”

He grinned as she led the couple to an open table. “Have a good day yeah?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed as she glanced at the menu. The older woman placed glasses of water on the table for them and they thanked her before gulping down half the glass.

“I think we had a good time today. What do you think Y/N?”

She smiled at him from over the menu. “Too soon to tell.”

Auntie Chelsea pinched his cheek with a chuckle. “You both cute. Don’t bother looking over the menu. I know just what to bring, yeah?”

They sat in silence once Auntie Chelsea left, too nervous to speak up. Y/N thought about how the day had gone so far. She was enjoying herself with Namjoon. It seemed like a breath of fresh air for once. No stress. No anxiety. It was just her enjoying the company of an attractive man who was sweet inside and out.

Namjoon noticed how distracted she was and reached over to place his hand on hers.

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Y/N blinked as she looked up at him. She relaxed as he traced soothing circles on the back of her hand. 

“It’s silly.”

Namjoon gave her a warm smile, shaking his head. “Nothings silly when it comes to you, Y/N.”

Just the way he said her name made her stomach flutter. She bit down on her lower lip suppressing an equally enthusiastic smile. Okay, that was smooth.

“Well, when you put it that way…I guess I just worry about what I’m going back to. I know I’m supposed to relax and not think about work or life back home, but I can’t help it.”

He sensed the dread in her voice as she spoke and felt himself be drawn to her more. Sure this was only his way of being friendly and taking her around the island, but he couldn’t help thinking there was something more there. The more they spoke, the more he fell for her.

“What are you so worried about that you can’t enjoy your vacation?”

Y/N sighed deeply just as Auntie Chelsea appeared carrying two plates of steaming food. Her eyes grew as more platters covered the table.

“We have some laulau, lomi lomi salmon, rice, and some fresh pineapple and lilikoi. Enjoy!”

Namjoon chuckled watching her response. “Thank you Auntie for the feast.”

“Ah. Just eat up, yeah.”

She beamed and walked away giving them some alone time. Namjoon opened up the laulau, grabbed a fork, picked up the steaming kalua pork, and held out for Y/N. “This is pork wrapped in taro leaves and cooked in a pit underground.”

As Y/N reached for the fork, Namjoon pulled it back with a smirk. “I insist on feeding you the first bite.”

Her brow quirked as she stared at the handsome man across from her. Those lovely dimples on display. She was smitten. Leaning over, she opened her mouth as he slid the morsel past her lips. Biting his lip, he watched her chew, eyes close savoring the flavors.

She looked so effortlessly sexy just eating. He felt his neck grow hot gazing at her. The way Y/N licked her lips, made a soft grunt fill his throat. Distracted, he almost forgot he should have been eating as well. They continued the flirting game, feeding each other small bites while staring at each other coyly. 

Soon the plates were empty as they sat back full and quite happy. Something in Namjoon’s eyes stirred her insides as he placed some money on the table. Auntie Chelsea went to protest, but Namjoon shook his head.

“You’ve been too kind Auntie.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “You’ve made this day wonderful. To end with some delicious food was the highlight. Thank you.”

Auntie Chelsea began to clear the plates and shook her head. “Fine, but only this once. Have a good time, yeah.”

“Oh I’m sure we will,” Namjoon replied, the underlying message clear to Y/N.

They bid everyone farewell as they left the restaurant. Namjoon unlocked their bikes as they began to ride back towards the middle of town. They got off and he placed them on the bike rack as they began to walk toward the resort.

He seemed nervous wanting to gauge her reaction.

“Did you have a good time today?”

She nodded, pushing the braids off her face. “It was amazing. Probably one of my favorite days ever.”

He looked doubtful. “Really?”

Y/N stopped in her tracks taking Namjoon’s hand into hers and squeezing. “Really. Everything just felt right, ya know? I didn’t need to overthink anything. It was perfect.”

He reached into his pocket to reveal a pretty woven bracelet. “Here I wanted to give you something…I mean it’s not much, but I noticed how much you liked my leis.”

She beamed as she held out her arm for him to slip it on her wrist. “It’s beautiful. Thank you Namjoon.”

Namjoon’s smile spread as he pulled her close to him. She looked into his eyes as her heart hammered in her chest. Would he try to kiss her? Would she let him? She decided she would. There was so much chemistry between them. Just as Namjoon bent down, the sky opened and rain began to pour down in sheets. 

Y/N squealed as she put her tote bag over her head. They scrambled to look for shelter as the rain began to fall harder. Namjoon led her under a canopy as the wind picked up. Y/N shivered holding herself as the temperature dropped. He looked over at her, removing his jacket and placing it on her shoulders.

“It’s a little damp, but better than nothing.”

“Thank you.” 

Y/N smiled at him, wrapping his jacket tighter around her body. She felt swallowed by the material as they watched the raindrops fall.

“Minus the rain, this was a perfect day,” she spoke up while glancing over at him trying to gauge his reaction.

“You sure about that? You’re not saying that to just be nice.”

Y/N grinned as she reached over to squeeze his hand gently. “Trust me, I wouldn’t have held back if it sucked.”

His laugh sounded like the wind chimes swaying above them. Being this close to her, he knew he had to make the first move. But would she respond?

“Y/N?”

She looked up at him curiously. He gulped softly, turning to her. Their eye contact held for only a second, but to her felt like hours. He wanted to remember this moment for as long as there was breath in his body. She leaned into his touch as he placed his hand on her cheek. His thumb drew circles on her skin. He was making a memory of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. 

He moved so quickly, their foreheads bumped, making Y/N let out a pained groan. Namjoon’s face flooded with scarlet as he scrambled to look at her.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

She chuckled as she rubbed her forehead, making her nose scrunch up.

“You’re so clumsy Joon.”

He shook his head returning the laugh. “I hurt myself more than people do.”

She reached up wrapping her arms around his neck, stroking the hair that touched his neck. “But I find that to be one of your endearing qualities.”

His hands fell on her waist giving it a gentle squeeze. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she whispered.

He bit his lip, staring at her as his desire for her grew. He knew if he went another step further, they’d tip over that cliff and fall into an abyss. There was no turning back at this point. His tongue felt heavy as he swallowed thickly.

“Y/N?”

His voice was soft and a bit unsure. She looked at him searching his face for a clue. “Yes, Namjoon?”

“I want to kiss you. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes. I’m more than okay with it.”

His lips brushed against hers gently at first. Y/N moaned softly into the kiss as she grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him flush against her. He growled out as their kiss deepened, tongue probing for entrance. She obliged, shivering not from the cold but his actions.

He didn’t want the moment to end. Reluctantly, they broke apart, each in a daze from the kiss. Namjoon set to work kissing along her neck as she whimpered, gripping his board shoulders.

“J-Joon?”

“Hmm?”

“M-Maybe we should take this somewhere private?”

He paused his actions to meet her gaze. “Where would you like to go?”

The determination in her eyes blazed as she made the decision. “Can we go to your place?”

Worry crossed his face. Hoseok and Jungkook could be there. But it quickly disappeared. They were at work. He was in the clear.

“Okay. We can walk there. It’s not far from here.”

The rain had settled down in time for them to walk to his place. They approached a medium-sized house near the beach with tropical plants all around. Namjoon led her in, removing his shoes as she did the same. Taking her hand he walked her through the house. It was a simple setup with the bare essentials: kitchen, living room. He pointed out a few things in their journey. 

“I got roommates, but they’re not home,” he confessed.

“That's fine,” she answered, though grateful it was just them in the house. They arrived at a door at the end of the hall and he twisted the knob opening the door slowly.

“After you,” he said with a smile.

Y/N walked in quite surprised with his room. Every surface was either covered by books or greenery. A planted bonsai tree sat near the window. Earthtones decorated his walls as the curtains fluttered in the wind. A small wind chime let out a peaceful noise each time it twinkled in the breeze. She turned around looking at his room in wonder. It felt like Namjoon if that made sense. She was getting a bigger look into this man’s life. 

“I like your room. It’s so you.”

He laughed, watching her. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm.”

He stepped behind her, his hands resting on her hips as his lips found their way to the shell of her ear. “I’m glad, but I think we should pick up where we left off.”

His breath tickled her neck as she turned around to face him. Mischief gleamed in her eyes as she combed her fingers through the hair that touched his neck.

“I wouldn’t object to that.”

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he murmured as he captured her lips in another kiss. 

She felt secure in his arms, even the chill from the rain dissipated the longer he held her. As if there wasn’t any interruption, he deepened the kiss once more, tasting every inch of her mouth. The guttural in his throat was evidence enough that he was just as equally into it as she was. 

Guiding her to his bed blindly, she fell backward on the mattress with him towering over her. His free hand found its way to her cheek caressing it gently. 

“Y/N…I–”

She shook her head, pulling him to close the distance. “I know Joon. I feel the same way.”

His stutter returned as his shyness returned. “Y-You d-do?”

Y/N nodded, planting a kiss on his lips softly. “Are you kidding me? I thought you were so cute the first time we met…that is until you opened your mouth.”

Namjoon laughed louder as his shoulders shook. “Okay not my best moment, but if it wasn’t for me making a complete idiot out of myself we wouldn’t be here.”

“Good point,” she agreed.

She couldn’t read his gaze as he stared at her, but it made her yearn for him more. The message between the two was clear. Namjoon sat up as he began to unbutton his shirt. Y/N watched with wonder as his muscles shifted. Gosh, she wanted to reach out and touch his pecs. He seemed shy revealing himself to her as his shirt fell to the floor. Down to his swim trunks he looked at her. She nodded and sat up, turning her body away, she pulled her hair to the side. 

“Untie this for me, please?”

Okay, things were getting real. Palms sweaty, Namjoon tried to hide his anxiousness to no avail. His fingers fumbled with the knot as his brows knitted with concentration. Y/N tried to hold still as he tugged at the straps.

“Everything alright back there?”

“Y-Yeah! Just a stubborn knot. Nothing I can’t handle,” he answered hastily.

She giggled with a nod. “Okay, if you insist.” 

The rip that followed seemed to fill the emptiness in the room. Y/N and Namjoon’s eyes rounded. He studied the disaster that was now her dress, ready for the ground to swallow him up.

Y/N burst out in laughter as she stood up to check out the damage in the full-length mirror. The seams were completely obliterated as a tear ran from the straps to her mid-back. 

“I guess you don’t know your strength, Mr. Kim,” she teased.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N,” he pleaded.

Much to his surprise–thinking she’d leave in a huff–Y/N removed the dress letting it fall to the floor in a heap. 

“I never liked it that much anyway,” she whispered, walking over to him. 

Namjoon’s Adam’s apple jerked as she straddled his lap still in the bikini from earlier. She bent down to nibble on his ear making him whine out in need. 

“Sensitive?”

“Uh-huh.”

His motor skills caught up with his brain and his hands wrapped around her waist, dragging his nails down her back lightly. 

Y/N jumped in his lap as she felt him poke at her inner thigh. She tried to hide the astonishment that came across her face. He felt thick and long. She swallowed trying to figure out how this played out. Growing bolder, Y/N slipped her hand down between her legs and traced the outline of his cock with her finger as her lips brushed against his neck lightly. As she stroked him slowly,  she left small light kisses along his neck and jaw. Pulling away, she watched many emotions cross his face as she smiled at him. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Namjoon let out a hiss as his head rolled back, her lips on his neck were too much for him. She felt incredible. His grip around her waist loosened as his fingers moved further up her thigh teasing her skin with caresses, he leaned forward pressing his lips to hers kissing her slowly. 

“Please indulge,” he whispered as his eyes flashed seductively into hers.

She let out a breathy sigh as he pulled away. Y/N let out a soft purr, loving the way his fingers touched her skin. She craved more, wanted him with all her being. She moved closer aching to feel his lips on hers again. She leaned up grazing her lips to his, slipping her tongue past his mouth. Her moans grew deeper and she pressed her body more to him.

His tongue met hers as his lips parted, this kiss much more passionate than the others as he pressed his body back to hers and without any thought, his hand began traveling up her thigh exploring every inch of her skin. Each on fire with desire for the other. It was becoming too much at once. They parted from the kiss as Namjoon ran his thumb against her bottom lip. "Are you sure you want to do this?"  

“I’m certain. I want this as much as you do. Are you having doubts?"

He shook his head. “No, no, I just get into my head. But I want you, Y/N. So much.”

She removed her hand from his crotch and cupped his cheek. "Nervous? Don't be. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want you." Giving him a reassuring smile she gazed into his eyes kissing him again. "How about we continue?"

His worries seemed to melt away with the touch of her lips.

Eyes smoldering as she stared at him, she smirked as she reached around and unclasped her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Her nipples rubbed against his chest making her moan. She toyed with the elastic of his swim trunks with a mischievous grin.

“Namjoon,” she purred looking up at him and biting her lip.

Something flashed across his face as he took her by surprise and switched their positions. Looming over her, Namjoon grinned.

“I need you now Y/N.”

With a growl, he reached for her bikini bottoms and slid them down, and tossed them over his shoulders. The smell alone made his mouth drool. All he wanted was to worship the woman before him. Getting on his knees, he spread her legs wider.

Dark eyes bore into hers as he licked his lips.

“M-May I have a taste?”

Her head bobbed as he looped his arms underneath her thighs trailing kisses towards the feast that awaited him. Pulling her pussy lips apart, strings of her arousal coated her sex. Namjoon gave a tentative lick to her clit, moaning out at the taste.

“Oh, Y/N, you taste wonderful.”

With no other words to say, he delved into her pussy, devouring every inch of her. And what a feast it was. Head buried between her thighs, tongue lapping at her core relentlessly. Y/N nearly fell off the bed trying to clamber away, but Namjoon pinned her hips down keeping her in place. Sweat rolled down her body as her hips bucked forward chasing the high. Her pants and moans grew louder as she raised her hips, biting her lip as a sudden wave crashed over her. She sought his free hand, gripping it tightly.

Namjoon was in awe of how she looked. He suckled her clit gently as she came down from her high and as the overstimulation overcame her, she squeezed his hand.

Pulling away, mouth glistening with her arousal, he eyed her lovingly. He moved up to face her, fingers stroking her hair tenderly.

“Still with me?”

Y/N could only nod as her chest rose to catch her breath. He kissed her lips, delving back into her mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders, tasting herself on his tongue. She whimpered into the kiss as he left her breathless once more. 

With some hesitation, he broke their kiss looking down at her. 

“You’re an angel, Y/N. Can I call you that? My Angel.”

Her heart soared hearing his nickname for her. She smiled bashfully avoiding his gaze. “Yes. I’d like that.”

Namjoon took her hand and kissed each finger gently as he sat back on his heels. “I only want you to feel good.”

She noticed how he was holding back. But that was the last thing she wanted. “Namjoon, I want you to feel just as good as you made me.”

She sat up from her spot and palmed his crotch. 

“Stand up,” she instructed. He wasted no time standing in front of her. The wet patch on his swim trunks was evidence he was prepped and ready for her. Giving him a smirk, she tugged at his waistband letting the shorts fall to the floor. 

Nothing prepared her for the size and width of his cock. Y/N was practically drooling at the sight. He grunted as it slapped against his abdomen. Beads of precum coated his skin along with the cock head and shaft. Y/N scooted to the edge of the bed reaching out to wrap her hand around his length. Namjoon’s knees almost buckled from the sensation. Y/N took her time, pumping him slow and steady, the sounds coming from his throat were evidence enough that he was enjoying it.

She started with kitten licks to the head before pushing it past her lips. Namjoon willed his eyes to stay open watching in awe at the beautiful woman in front of him. He groaned in pleasure moving his fingers into her hair, guiding her along his length. Y/N let her muscles relax as more of his length passed her lips. The head hit the back of her throat as she gagged slightly. Hollowing her cheeks, she hummed, sending vibrations against his shaft.

“F-Fuck Angel…Like that..k-keep going,” he crooned.

She picked up the pace going faster, using one hand to jerk him off while the other played with his ball sack. Namjoon let out a whine, biting down hard on his lip; he breathed hard through his nose as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

“G-Gonna cum if you keep this up,” he warned.

She let go of his cock with a pop, still running her hand up and down his shaft. Namjoon picked her up, capturing her in a breathtaking kiss that nearly knocked her off her feet. It was like he was devouring her, afraid she’d drift away if he let go.

“I need you, Angel, right now,” he whispered.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck standing on her tiptoes as they held each other for a moment. He helped her back onto the bed making sure she was comfortable. She spread her legs as he slotted himself in between, fisting his cock as he looked at her with the utmost adoration. He reached over to his nightstand, grabbed a foiled package, and tore it open with his teeth.

She appreciated how safe he was being as he rolled the condom onto his cock. Once secured, Namjoon smiled, kissing her once more, lining himself at her entrance and pushing inch by inch of his length past her folds. The sounds erupting from both parties filled the room. She was so snug around him. He took his time, whispering words of care until he buried deep inside her. Namjoon stilled as he leaned forward nuzzling against her cheek. 

“I-I won’t move until you tell me to,” he gasped.

“Move now,” Y/N whimpered out, her nails digging into her back.

His hips raised as he pulled out with only the tip still and thrust back into her, body pushing against the headboard.

It almost knocked her out. She was so full of him, eyes rolling back, Y/N attempted to match his thrusts, the sound of rhythmic grunts and slaps of skin filled the entire room. Thunder rumbled in the distance as the couple only had eyes for each other. 

Namjoon only wanted to make love to her at this moment. He cried out at how her muscles clenched around him. It was almost too much. He sought out her lips while they moved together. 

Bracing himself against the top of the headboard, he delved deeper, snapping his hips against hers. Grunts spewed forth as he gripped her hips, anchoring himself in place. 

Y/N could only hold on to him as his pace quickened. She wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him to her each time. Her fingers moved to entangle in his hair, returning his kisses hungrily. His breath hot on her neck made her tremble. "N-Namjoon, I’m so close," she panted. 

He moved his hand down between her legs teasing her clit. It was just enough for Y/N to throw her head back against the pillows as a scream erupted. The shriek racked her body and her cunt gripped him like a vice. Namjoon chased his orgasm through hers, not too far along. She held onto him, her teeth biting his shoulder as another orgasm shook through her body once he came. He hissed out her name as he came hard, his thrusts going to a standstill and he collapsed to the side, making sure not to fall on her.

With care, he shifted until he was on his side holding her close. Both breathing hard and not wanting to make any sudden moves. He gazed down at her, kissing her temple and forehead.

“W-Wow,” he struggled to get out.

Y/N let out a tired chuckle, leaning against his chest, both covered in sweat, but not caring too much, she felt better than she had in a long time.

“Stay the night with me,” he said. It was more of a suggestion than a question.

She closed her eyes for a spell, enjoying the silence of the room. What Namjoon said made her open her eyes in surprise. She twisted her body to face him. Y/N smiled at him, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.

“I wouldn’t refuse that offer. Of course, with my dress torn, I wouldn't be able to leave anyway.”

He laughed, giving her lips a quick peck. “Not gonna let me live that down, huh?”

“Nope,” she giggled.

They laughed about it for a moment until exhaustion covered their faces. Y/N yawned, too tired to move, and nuzzled into his arms. Light snores passed her lips as she fell fast asleep. Namjoon watched her sleep, stroking her skin until his eyes grew heavy as he fell to sleep, cuddling close to her. 

---

The birds chirping outside the window woke her up the next morning. Y/N sat up rubbing her eyes as she looked around at her surroundings. Namjoon wasn’t beside her. Frowning, she stood up grabbing her underwear and one of his shirts from off the dresser. Luckily he had an adjoining bathroom and walked in to clean up. 

She walked back out into the bedroom still alone.

Maybe he went to work?

She shook her head. He would have left a note if he had. Besides, she didn’t know how far his place was from the resort. There wasn’t any chance he’d leave her there alone. Sighing, she made her way to the door, down the hallway, and into the kitchen.

The smell of burning bacon filled the tiny kitchen. She hadn’t smelled it from the windows being open, but Namjoon looked like he was struggling. With desperation, he was trying to scrape the burnt pieces of pork out of the pan. Y/N watched in amusement from the archway.

“Need some help?”

Namjoon jumped at the sound of her voice, yelping as he dropped the pan. He let out a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck.

“Was trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed.”

“Cute, but it would suck if the whole house burnt down, yeah?”

She went over to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. He was covered in what looked like pancake batter. She smiled up at him fondly, removing some of the powder from his cheek.

“No one has ever been this sweet to me in a long time. Thank you.”

He grinned, stealing a kiss from her, and laughed. “I guess I can’t be too perfect.”

She scoffed and poked his stomach. “Something has to be wrong. How about I help you clean up and I’ll cook?”

“You sure?”

She nodded as she searched for some cleaning solutions and paper towels. “Yes. I can't cook in a dirty kitchen.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Darling, your skillet had permanent burn marks. Let’s get to it.”

They cleaned the kitchen up in no time and Namjoon watched eagerly as Y/N began to whip up some eggs for them. 

“I’m surprised your fridge is full,” she called looking inside for some fruit to go with their breakfast.

“Why are you surprised?”

She looked up at him, raising her brow. “Oh come on. Bachelors living together and working all the time. You got time to cook?”

“Touche,” he said, “But Jungkook is a decent cook and Auntie Chelsea always gives me food when I visit.”

He walked up behind her as she scrambled the eggs in the skillet. “But you work in film, do you have time to cook for yourself?”

His hands found their way around her waist as his lips ghosted the shell of her ear. Y/N felt a shiver go up to her spine as he teased her. She tried to squirm away as he bit down on her earlobe. Her breath hitched in her throat.

“J-Joon, f-food gonna b-burn,” she moaned.

“Let it,” he whispered, making her jump as he toyed with her earlobe.

Y/N closed her eyes leaning into his touch. Namjoon’s free hand moved to the front of the shirt, lifting the hem.

“I can’t get over how sexy you look in my shirt,” he moved down to nibble on her neck, fingers toying with the band of her underwear.

He felt the heat coming off her pussy and grunted as he stiffened. “Wanted to take you against the counter when you came into the kitchen.”

Y/N hissed as he cupped her sex over her panties. She squeezed her thighs together trying to get friction. “Damn Joon…feels good.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Mhmm.”

He smirked against her skin, sliding her panties to the side as his finger flicked her clit. Y/N gasped as her legs nearly gave out. His grip around her tightened so she wouldn’t fall.

“Focus on those eggs.”

She willed herself to concentrate on cooking as his fingers danced against her clit. She gritted her teeth as she stirred the eggs in the skillet. As two fingers slid into her cunt, Y/N almost dropped the skillet. Namjoon laughed softly, appreciating how he affected her with his teasing.

Growling, Y/N switched the stove off and spun around to face him. “Fuck it.”

He picked her up with ease, planting her on the counter as they began to make out furiously. 

“Hey Joon? You cooking? It doesn’t smell burnt–Oh shit!”

Namjoon and Y/N broke apart as Jungkook stood in the doorway mouth agape. Namjoon covered Y/N up as he turned to Jungkook.

“Give us a minute!”

Jungkook couldn’t run out of the room fast enough to get away. Y/N bit down on her lip staring at Namjoon. “Oh gosh. I–”

Namjoon kissed her lips and shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll go talk to him.”

She nodded as she slipped off the counter adjusting her clothing. Namjoon squeezed her side and walked towards Jungkook’s room. With a sigh, he knocked on the door. A muffled reply signaled for him to enter. He opened the door to Jungkook sitting at his desk, typing on his laptop.

“Kook?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we talk?”

Jungkook stopped typing and swiveled his chair to glance at his friend. “I guess.”

Namjoon cleared his throat looking at the floor. “Um…first off. Sorry for that. Didn’t realize you were home.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes as a smirk appeared. “Not what I wanted to see first thing in the morning, but it’s all good.” His eyes sharpened, staring at the older male. “However, you brought her here Joon. Like seriously?”

“Well I couldn’t go back to her room,” he reasoned.

Jungkook rubbed his face with a groan. “I mean…okay good point, but you are walking a fine line. Just don’t get caught, please.”

“I promise I won’t,” he replied.

They stood silent for a few moments as Namjoon fiddled with the door. “Want some breakfast? There’s plenty.”

Jungkook let out a laugh and nodded. “I never refuse a meal. Be there soon.”

Namjoon smiled wide and left his room to check on Y/N. She had placed the eggs and bacon on the table and was finishing up the pancakes.

“Everything okay Joon?”

He kissed her cheek before grabbing the orange juice out of the refrigerator. “Yeah, he’s cool. Gonna join us for breakfast.”

She seemed satisfied and sat down just as Jungkook entered. Y/N gave him a shy wave as he joined them at the table.

Jungkook smiled at her, giving a bow of his head. “Thank you for cooking breakfast Ms. Y/N.”

“Please call me Y/N, Jungkook. I insist, especially after what happened earlier.”

He blushed making them laugh as he piled some pancakes on his plate. “Call us even.”

Namjoon stared across the table, sipping his juice. “So you approve Kook?”

Jungkook, face stuffed with pancakes, bobbed his head. “Anyone who can make amazing banana pancakes is golden in my book.”

Y/N chuckled, pleased he approved of them. Namjoon gave her a wink as they continued to eat.

She walked back into her room, sad that their time had to end. Namjoon had work later on that day, but made sure she got back safe and sound–Hoseok picked her up, giving Namjoon a look after handing her some of his sister’s clothes to wear.

Still, she missed being near as she finally treated herself to a shower. But the thought of meeting up with him later on that week perked her up once she finished showering and went to lay down. 

Tiny doubts did form in her mind as she tossed and turned. What would happen to them when she left for L.A.? She shook her head of the thoughts with a frown. They’d cross that bridge when they got to it. For now, she’d enjoy the time she spent with the wonderful man who fell into her lap.

---

Days with Namjoon were filled Y/N with joy. He tried so hard not to get distracted by her at work, but it became difficult each time he saw her. The looks she sent him always made him want to bend over and take her right there at the bar.

He held his self-control. But then again rules were meant to be broken. He couldn't know how many times he’d sneak away for stolen kisses or the occasional groping make-out sessions. And each time with hesitation, he’d leave hot and bothered to go back to work. 

He was falling for her, hook, line, and sinker. How could he not? She was perfect to him in every way. They’d talk about anything and even spend some nights in his hammock, cuddling and reading books together. Namjoon didn't want to think about what the future held. All he cared about was his angel.

“Shh, Namjoon we gotta be careful,” she whispered cautiously. 

He had her up against the wall near her wing of the resort, skirt hiked as he kissed along her jaw. Leg wrapped around his waist, he pushed his hips flush against hers.

“I-I know, but with you looking like this, I can’t help myself,” he moaned.

Y/N closed her eyes as he touched that sweet spot right behind her ear. “J-Joon…fuck…not there.”

He grinned, kissing her more. “Angel I’m addicted to you.”

Jungkook came around the corner, brows knitted as he made them break apart. “If I can find yall. Jin certainly can! Joon get back to the bar.”

Namjoon sighed as he glanced at Y/N. Kissing her hand, he wrapped her in a hug. “See you later,” he whispered before walking back to the bar.

Y/N twirled her hair as she stood there. “Sorry, Jungkook.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want you both to get in trouble. Just be careful next time.”

“Yeah.”

He walked back to her room with her. “Do you need anything before I go? Towels? Water?”

“Um, I think I’m okay,” she answered.

“I’ll check to make sure,” he offered.

She sat in the living room while Jungkook checked the closet. She was about to turn on the television when her phone rang. Jimin’s name flashed across the screen and she hit the button immediately. His face appeared on the screen in a Facetime chat. She waved to him.

“Hey Jimin.”

“Babe! So happy to hear your voice! It’s lonely here without you!”

She stuck out her tongue. “Lies. You’re probably stress-free.”

He shook his head. “Absolutely not. I miss my favorite client. How’s Hawaii?”

“Amazing. This was definitely something I needed. I can’t thank you enough.”

“Well, you’ll get a kick out of this. He wants to remove his claim.”

Her eyes widened. “What?! Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack. Taehyung was able to unearth some pretty nasty things about him. The blackmail won’t stick. Babe, he’s going to jail. You can come back home.”

Did she hear him correctly? She wouldn’t be scrutinized anymore. The joy quickly twisted to dread as she thought of Namjoon. She strained a smile across her face.

“T-That’s great Jimin. I’ll call you back in a few days to discuss the details. Kind of tired now.”

“Understandable Y/N. Get some sleep and we’ll talk later.”

She ended the call and placed her phone on the coffee before dropping her head into her hands. What was she gonna do?

Jungkook peered around the corner. He heard the whole conversation. Frowning, he slipped out of the room, quite conflicted about how’d he tell Namjoon about it all.

---

Coming home from his shift, Namjoon showered as Y/N was coming over soon. Jungkook sat on the couch, nibbling on his lip as he waited for Namjoon to enter. He walked in drying his hair with a towel.

“Bathrooms all yours Kook.”

“Uh-huh.”

Concerned, Namjoon walked over to sit next to him. “You good? Something on your mind?”

Jungkook fidgeted in his seat weighing the options. It was only right to tell him. “I…I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just spill it, Kook.”

“W-Well I walked Y/N back to her room after you left and she got a call. I didn’t mean to listen, but–”

Namjoon settled back against the couch. He didn’t like where this was going. “But what?”

“S-She's gonna go back to L.A. soon. I guess she was here to hide out ‘cause of some big scandal. Blackmail or something. Either way, she’s a big deal…like huge. She’s on par with Leo and like some other A-listers. Either way, I-I don’t want you to get hurt because she might think this is just a fling or something–”

“Enough.”

Namjoon stood as he began to go to his room. He felt numb. Jungkook felt his stomach drop at the look on Namjoon’s face. 

Did he do the right thing?

---

Y/N knocked on the door to be greeted by Jungkook. She waved as he let her in.

“How are you doing Jungkook?”

He was dressed for a run, grabbing his earphones off the table. “Okay.”

“Um, is Namjoon here?”

“Up in his room,” he responded flatly before moving past her and leaving without a goodbye.

There seemed to be a chill in the air after he left. Shaking it off, she went up to Namjoon’s room, knocked, and waited for an answer.

“Yeah?”

She opened the door and stepped in. He was on his bed reading. Smiling, she went over to sit on the side of the bed moving to kiss his cheek.

“Hey. Missed you today.”

“Yeah. Hi.”

Ouch.

She was taken aback by his coldness. “Joon? Are you okay?”

He glared, shutting his book as she winced. “Perfectly fine.” He stomped up walking away to his desk.

Y/N stood closing the distance between them. “Seriously, you don’t seem okay.”

He pushed something into her hands and her heart sank. It was a tabloid magazine with her on the cover wearing little to nothing in a few suggestive poses.

“Care to explain this?”

“J-Joon,” her lip trembled. “I can explain this–”

“So you’re only here to escape some bullshit back in California?”

“It’s not bullshit Joon. This,”– she brandished the magazine in his face– “is filth! This piece of shit sold these pictures to the tabloids because I wouldn’t give him any money! I was blackmailed with these photos! He ruined my reputation. I hid in my house for weeks!”

“Why couldn’t you tell me? I had to Google who you are”

With an exasperated sigh, she dropped to his bed. “What could you do that I tried already? Namjoon, I didn’t want anyone to know about my status for a reason like this. If you could see your face right now. I wanted to be me, Y/N for once. Without the smoke and mirrors.”

She stood back up holding onto him, the sadness in her eyes. “You saw me. That’s something I haven’t seen anyone do in years. You care about me.”

“Do I?”

She tried to hold back the tears at the harshness in his tone. She stepped back feeling her lip tremble. “That’s not fair.”

“What isn’t fair is stringing me along. What are you going to do now Y/N? Are you gonna leave me and make a movie about this? I can see it all now. Stupid, clumsy oaf falls for the starlet and gets heartbroken.”

She felt the tears fall down her cheeks as her heart began to break.

“I didn’t want it to end this way.”

“Well that makes two of us,” he spat. Turning his back from her, he gripped the chair trying to keep himself from shedding any tears. “Goodbye Y/N.”

It felt so final. 

She slipped the bracelet off her wrist and placed it on his nightstand.

“Goodbye Joon.”

---

The next few days were Y/N preparing to fly back to L.A. Her mood darkened, she barely left her room, deciding to order room service and pack.

Jimin noticed her change in demeanor through their talks, but she insisted she was fine. He didn’t pry further but continued to get all her affairs in order before she left.

It seemed like everyone was in a bad mood. Namjoon returned to work only doing the bare minimum. Even Jungkook couldn’t get him out of his funk.

Things took a turn for the worse later that week. One of the assistant concierges ran up to Namjoon at the bar. 

“Namjoon, the boss wants to see you.”

He frowned as he wiped his hands but nodded and followed him to the office. Dread crossed his face as he saw Jin and a few security officers in the office.

Jin gestured to the chair. “Please sit.”

“I’d rather stand.”

“Very well. Do you know why you’re here?”

“Can’t say that I do.”

“It’s come to our attention that you entered into an inappropriate relationship with a guest here.”

Fuck

He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Where did you hear it from?”

Jin scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “That’s what cameras are for Namjoon. Now, I’m willing to keep you on the staff contrary to our policy, but whatever you have has to end.”

“No worries. It’s ended,” he explained.

Jin nodded. “Good. For the time being, I’m suspending you for a week without pay, but if this happens again, I will terminate your employment.”

Namjoon nodded in understanding. “Heard. Thank you.”

He exited the office, letting out the breath he’d been holding. Y/N’s smile flashed across his face and he shook it away.

Doesn’t matter. It’s over

He finished up his shift and headed home, locking himself away in his room.

Y/N returned her keys as her bags were rolled up to the town car. Jungkook placed them in the trunk as he looked down at the ground.

“Have a safe trip home Ms. Y/N.”

She smiled at him warmly. “Thank you Jungkook.”

“I’m sorry for the way I acted before. Wasn’t fair to you.”

She shook her head. “It’s okay. I’d act the same way for my best friend too.”

He saw something cross her face as she thought of Namjoon. “Do me a favor?”

“Yes?”

Her voice began to tremble as she slid into the car. “Make sure he’s okay.”

He nodded, closing her door as the car began to drive down the road. Watching it disappear down the road, his face twisted into a scowl. He had to do something.

Y/N sat in the car as it weaved down the road. She sat back in her seat nibbling on her thumbnail–a habit she did as a child when she was anxious. Sighing, she removed her hand placing it in her lap. Her knees shook as she looked out the window. Hoseok looked at the rearview mirror in concern.

“Everything alright Ms. Y/N?” 

She looked up in surprise. “Oh? Yes. Yes, I’m okay.”

“We’ll be at the airport soon. You’ll make your flight.”

Was she making the right choice? For the first time in her life she felt something genuine for someone–that is, someone had genuine feelings for her. Namjoon’s face crossed her mind. 

There was one night when they were cuddling in his hammock under the stars. He spent the night pointing out constellations to her and explaining the names behind each one. The spark in his eyes was so endearing. She could have looked at him for hours. Seeing him like that made her infatuation grow. At that moment she knew she had fallen hard for him.

And now she might have made the biggest mistake in her.

“H-Hoseok! Can you take me somewhere please?”

“But your flight–”

“This is more important.”

He smiled at her as he began to turn back around. “Excellent choice.”

---

Jungkook stormed into his room. Namjoon almost fell out of the bed in surprise.

“What the fuck Kook?!”

“Get yourself together! I’m sorry for putting those doubts in your head, but maybe you should give Y/N another chance. She’s just as affected by this as you are. And maybe I jumped the gun thinking she had an underlying agenda. But I see the way she stares at you. That’s love. And I know you feel the same.”

Namjoon groaned looking at the ceiling. “But I can’t take back those things I said to her. She’d never forgive me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“But–”

“But nothing. She still cares. You just have to tell her how you feel. Go to her!”

“I don’t know where she is.”

Jungkook grinned, flashing his keys in front of his face. “You’re in luck. I do.”

��A smile spread on his face as he ran down the stairs after Jungkook. Just as he opened the door, he was met with Y/N standing in the doorway, fist ready to knock on the door. 

“Y/N.”

“Joon.”

The silence filled the air as Jungkook looked between the two. He pushed Namjoon out the door with a grin.

“Oh uh, well, I’ll let you two talk it out!”

The door slammed behind Namjoon as he stared at her. “Uh…shall we sit?”

She nodded going over to the porch swing. He joined her moments later as it swung, the creaks in the chains only making noise. Now that they were in the same place, they didn’t know what to say to each other. It was apparent how they felt about each other, but would they forgive one another.

“Joon?”

He was startled to hear her voice.

“Y-Yes?”

She twisted the position to stare at him as he met her gaze. “I was about to make the biggest mistake of my life. I-I didn’t want us to end this way. Maybe I should have been honest from the beginning, but I was so engrossed in that scandal I just needed a chance to be free. Meeting you wasn’t something I counted on doing. I don’t want you to think this was some fling because you meant…mean more to me so much.”

His heart clenched from her words. As he watched the tears roll down her cheek, he reached out to wipe them with his thumb. 

“Y/N…Angel. I can’t apologize enough for my actions. I didn’t mean any of the things I said. I was hurt, but that was no excuse. You made my day brighter and I felt like I could conquer any and everything.”

He pulled the bracelet he made from his pocket and placed it on her wrist. “What I’m trying to say is that I love you, Y/N. My Angel, I don’t want to live another day without you in my life.”

She sniffed as she looked at the bracelet on her wrist and back to his face. His eyes glistened as he stared at her. With a sob, she jumped into his lap wrapping her arms around him as he held her kissing the top of her head. He lifted her chin pressing his lips against hers.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

She smiled tearfully at him returning his kiss. “I love you too, Namjoon.”

They chuckled as they dried their eyes. He kept her in his lap as they watched the waves crash against the beach. 

“What about your life in L.A.?”

She looked up at him kissing him once more. “Anything is possible with you by my side.”

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ALSO READ THE SEQUEL TO TBC AND THE RELATED JUNGKOOK DRABBLE

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