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TO BE HUMAN

☆Pairing: Single Parent!Seokjin x GN!Reader

☆Genre: Non!Idol AU, fluff, one-shot, tiny bit of angst if you squint, slice of life

☆Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smooching, maybe swear words(??), light age gap

☆Word count: 5k

☆Summary: You meet a handsome stranger and his two kids whilst walking your dog. His kids seem to take a liking to your dog, but he seems to have his eyes set on the other end of the leash.

☆A/N: Hi guys!! Sorry for not posting, I went on a month long bender and competently forgot to post this. I have no idea what this fic is an anymore ngl I literally don’t remember writing it and it’s been in my drafts for a while. Hope you enjoy i guess??

You laid in bed, blissfully sleeping under your warm covers. A wet snout tickled your feet, small licks placed onto the sensitive skin. You startled awake, the feeling making you jolt up. Two black eyes looked up at you from the foot of your bed, your Samoyed barks at you, her tail beginning to wag when she realizes you’re awake. “It’s too early Bomi! Not yet.” You groan and pull your duvet up over your head. She jumps up onto your bed, grabbing your covers with her strong jaws and begins to tug at them. Successfully she gets them off of you, revealing her fluffy face staring down at your form.

“Okay fine. You wanna go for a walk?” You said, pitching your voice up at the end of the sentence. Her ears shot up at the mention of going outside, the movement of her tail wagging becoming more rapid. She let out a bark of joy and jumped down from the bed. “Okay, let’s go, c’mon.” You sleepily get up from bed, tugging on a jacket over your pajamas and putting on a beanie. She happily runs around you, only stopping when you put on her collar and leash. Grabbing your apartment keys and some treats for her, you make your way outside.

Bomi pulled lightly towards the direction of her favorite park, having no objection you let her lead the way. Once you entered the gated area you took off her leash, letting her run around freely whilst you slowly walked around the designated paths. As she trotted near you, a young boy ran up to you. He politely asked if he could pet your dog to which you agree with a smile. “What’s his name?” He asked, his small chubby hands patting her head as she patiently sits. “She’s a girl, her names Bomi.” You replied simply. “What’s your name?” You asked the young boy. “My name is Minho and I’m this old, but daddy says it’s my birthday soon.” He said as he held up five of his fingers.

“That’s great Minho! My name is (Y/N). Are your parents here with you?” You said, looking around at the empty park. “My daddy is here with me and, and also my sister is here.” He respondes, still looking at Bomi. “Where’s your daddy?” You questioned feeling slightly uncomfortable about the small child being unattended. He shrugged in response, still too preoccupied with your dog to even care. “Should we go find him?” Stuffing your hands into your pockets you started walking towards the direction he came from, hoping to find his father there. “Okay!” He affirmed, instinctively reaching an arm up at you to hold your hand. You put one of your palms into his much smaller one and let him lead the way.

“He’s over there!” He exclaimed after a bit of walking, pointing at a man whose back was turned towards you. You could make out his broad shoulders and black hair from the distance, a small child resting in his arms. “Excuse me sir! I believe I found something that belongs to you.” You yelled to which he immediately turned around. His face lit up when he saw Minho. “Oh goodness, there you are! Minho, how many times have I told you not to run off like that.” He scolded the child, quickly walking up to you. Minho looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry daddy, I only went to see the puppy.” he mumbled. That’s when the man looked away from his child, his eyes landing on you and your dog.

“Don’t worry sir, he’s alright.” You said and gave a polite bow in greeting. For a moment, he stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on your face. “Uhm, uh thank you.” He mumbled, snapping out of it. “No problem?” You responded, a bit unsure of why he was staring you down. “You seem familiar, have we met before?” He asked, squinting at you as if he was trying to decipher something. “No, not that I know of. I think I’d remember a face like yours.” You responded, giving him a cheeky smile to which he chuckled. “Well, uhh, I guess I should get going now.” You said bowing again, turning on your heel you told Minho goodbye and started making your way towards the direction you came from. “Wait!” He called out to you. “Yes?” You stopped in your tracks, looking back at the man and his kids over your shoulder. “What’s your name?” He asked, almost too quiet for you to hear. “(Y/N), (L/N) (Y/N).” You said before turning back around. “Kim Seokjin.” He weakly said back, watching your back as you moved further away from him and his kids, your dog following closely behind you the same way it had been when you approached him with Minho.

For the rest of the day Seokjin couldn’t get the pretty stranger out of his head. “(L/N) (Y/N)” he played the memory of you saying your name over and over again, your voice echoing in his mind non stop. After he had put his kids to bed, Seokjin poured himself a glass of wine and sat down on his couch. Mindlessly flipping through the pages of a random magazine which had been laying on his coffee table for the past couple of weeks. It irked him that you were still on his mind, the interaction you shared probably being so short and meaningless to you that he had no doubt you’d forgotten all about it already. He sighed, bringing up the wine glass to his nose, he sniffed the drink, enjoying the smell he swished it around in his glass, finally bringing it to his lips to have a taste.

The park. That’s it, he should take the kids there again tomorrow morning and maybe he’ll see you. A bit desperate and pathetic? Maybe. But you wouldn’t know he’s back for you, right?

“Eunji stop! Cmon baby I know you don’t like wearing socks, but your feet will be cold.” Seokjin grumbled, mostly to himself since the child couldn’t understand the majority of the words he was saying. Eunji kept on kicking her feet, giggling whenever she’d hit her father or manage to slip her leg out of his grasp. “Na na nooo!” She babbled, absolutely refusing to wear socks. “Minho, come help daddy put socks onto Eunji!” He called out for his son. Pattering of small bare feet could be heard coming from down the hallway. Minho appeared before him, still in his pajamas. “Hold her leg for me.” Seokjin instructed. Togehter they managed to finish up dressing the youngest member of their small family, now being Minho’s turn to change clothes.

Once everyone was finally ready to leave the house, Seokjin got the baby stroller and they were on their way. “Daddy where are we going?” Minho asked, happily skipping by his father’s side. “We’re going to the park again Minnie.” He responded, stopping at crosswalk red light. “The one where the puppy was?” The child asked curiously, tugging on the hem of his father’s shirt. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“Come on girl, let’s go. Let’s go for a walk!” You said to your dog in a high pitched voice, her tail wagging at a hundred miles per hour from hearing her favorite phrase. She stretched out onto her front legs before quickly making her way over to you, eagerly waiting for you to put on her leash. Same as every day, she dragged you towards the nearby park. As you got closer to the park’s entrance you could hear a grown man’s voice and a child whining. When you rounded the corner Seokjin came into sight, little Minho sat on the side walk looking bored out of his mind while his father seemed to argue with the small child which was sitting in its stroller. Trying your hardest to hold in a laugh, you approached them. “Everything alright sir?” You asked Seokjin, raising and eyebrow. He nearly jumped out of his skin, turning around wide eyed. A small pink sock was gripped in his hand, his hair messy as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Your gaze shifted to the stroller, the little girl inside happily squealed as she tried to take off her other sock, one of her feet already bare.

“You scared me!” He exclaimed, trying to straighten out his clothes and fix his hair. “She doesn’t want to wear socks, it’s driving me crazy.” While he explained the source of his frustration, Minho had gotten up and started petting Bomi who patiently stood by your side. “Maybe just let her be barefoot and keep her lower half covered with a blanket? Always works with my nephew.” You responded, giving him a light shrug. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes lighting up as if you’d just revealed the secret of the universe. He quickly pulled out a small blanket from the storage pouch of the baby stroller, grabbing Eunji’s other sock which she had thrown to the ground by now and stuffing them where the blanket had been. He tucked her into the blanket without any issue.

“Works like a charm.” You said, staring to walk into the park. “Hey wait up, let’s walk together.” Seokjin said, undoing the brakes of the stroller and pushing it after you. “Sure, if that’s what you’d like sir.” Politely you responded, giving a small smile before unclipping Bomi’s leash. “Aish, stop calling me sir, it makes me feel old.” He grumbled, not actually seeming too upset. “You never know, maybe I’m younger than you!” You smiled again, this time genuinely. “Maybe, what year were you born?” You asked, stuffing your hands into your pockets. “You might not believe it, but 1992.” He said with a cocky grin. “Seriously? I would’ve though your birth year would only have three digits.” You said trying to suppress a laugh, causing him the deflate. “Hey! That’s so rude!” He feigned anger before releasing a chuckle against his will. “You are older than me though, I was born in 1995.”

The next day you and Bomi arrived at the front gates of the park at the same time as always. There stood Seokjin and Minho with Eunji in her stroller. “What is this? Am I going to have to put up with you every morning from now on?” You joked with a small smile. Little did you know your words would come true, it became a routine to walk together. Seokjin would always say he goes on the walks for his health, it’s not his fault you and your dog appear every time. You laughed it off with him, but you knew he always waited for you on purpose. It was nice having company, working from home and not having many friends meant you would often become lonely, enveloped in your own cocoon of isolation. Seokjin made mornings more bearable, it was easy to talk to him. It wasn’t only him you’d gotten close to, the kids seemed to love you. He’d tell you about how Eunji would ask where you were at random times of the day and how Minho would want to go to bed as early as possible every day so morning would come faster.

“Hey (Y/N), could I get your phone number maybe?” Seokjin asked one morning out of the blue. “Sure.” You immediately gave it to him, not having any reason to not trust him with it. Later that day you took a chance and asked him to come over with the kids for dinner. You gave him your address and the time they should arrive, asking if any of them have allergies or dietary preferences. You prepared a nice meal, going out to buy apple juice for the kids and wine for the two of you. Tidying up the apartment the best you could, you looked at your wrist watch, in that moment the doorbell rang. You counted to ten, not wanting to open the door too quickly so it wouldn’t look like you had been awaiting their arrival the entire day. When you opened the door your eyes landed on Seokjin who had Eunji in his arms, he was wearing a casual outfit, his hair tidier than usual. Minho was sporting a Spider-Man T-shirt, his pants a neon green and his crocks on the wrong feet. “Wow Minho, you’re looking handsome!” You exclaimed, watching them as they came in and took their shoes off. You offered them slippers, the ones you gave Minho being a tad too large. The meal went smoothly, the young boy talked about his upcoming birthday which he invited you to. Of course you agreed to come, asking him what kind of present he wanted.

The conversation drifted to work, Seokjin told you all about the firm he worked at and the exhausting hours. He talked about not being able to afford a nanny to look after the kids when he had to take extra hours. “I can babysit for you.” You suggested. “Yeah daddy, (Y/N) can take care of us!” Minho exclaimed, seemingly very eager about spending more time with you. “Hm, I don’t know. I don’t think I could ask that of you.” Seokjin said reluctantly, taking a sip of his wine. “Nonsense, I love spending time with the kids. Plus I wouldn’t really feel comfortable with you paying me for it either way so money wouldn’t be an issue.” You argued, adjusting in your seat. “That’s all the more reason why I can’t let you do it.” He said with a stern expression on his face. “Oh come on you old fart, don’t tell me you’re stopping me from hanging out with my best friends!” You joked, pulling a dramatically angry face whilst crossing your arms causing Minho to giggle. “Okay fine, but don’t expect me to be happy about it.” He responded after a moment of consideration, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Due to your flexible work hours and working from home you were pretty much always available to take care of the kids. It became a regular thing for Seokjin to shoot you a text or tell you on your walks that he needed you to babysit, sometimes he’d have to stay at work extra late and on those days you’d stay at his place till he came. You’d usual put the kids to bed and watch tv in his living room when that happened, on more rare occasions you’d take them over to your apartment and they’d sleep over, Seokjin coming to pick them up in the morning. Today was one of those days when Seokjin had to stay at work late. You were cleaning up the dinner table after feeding the kids, the two of them watching cartoons. “Okay, let’s go and get showered, it’s almost bedtime.” You said, lifting up Eunji into your arms and walking to the bathroom, Minho following closely behind. You helped the two wash up, pulling pajamas onto a sleepy Eunji. Her small fist rubbed at her eyes, barely able to keep them open. “Is someone tired, huh?” Gently you picked her up, placing a soft kiss onto the top of her head.

“(Y/N) come tuck me in!” Minho yelled from their shared room. “I will, let me put your sister to bed first, okay?” You said as you walked into the room, you peppered kisses onto Eunji’s chubby cheek causing her to giggle. Placing her down into her crib you placed her favorite stuffed animal into her arms and tucked her in. “You guys want a bedtime story?” You asked quietly while pulling up Minho’s duvet. He slid into bed, nodding his head tiredly at your question. Pulling out a book from the bookshelf in their room you pulled a child sized chair to the spot between their beds. You sat down with a small huff, before you could start reading Minho mumbled something. “What’s that honey? I didn’t hear you.” You said, looking down at his drowsy face. “I said that I get what daddy says now. You really are pretty.” The child mumbled, this time a bit louder. “What? Your daddy calls me pretty?” You asked, taken aback by his statement. “Yeah, he talks about you a lot. My daddy really likes you (Y/N).” He said, finally looking away from you and up at the ceiling. Your stomach felt like it jumped up to your throat making you release a shaky breath. You stood still for a moment, the child clearly didn’t understand the weight of his words.

Trying to push his words to the back of your mind, you opened the book and started to softly read out loud. With each paragraph the two could feel their eyelids growing heavier, sleep took over them rather quickly. About five pages in you heard a soft snore coming from your side. Realizing they both fell asleep you turned off Minho’s bedside lamp and put the book away. Making your way to the living room you grabbed the tv remote and plopped down onto the couch. You watched some crappy sitcom on low volume, Minho’s words playing over and over again in your mind like a broken record.

Just as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep the sound of the apartment door opening startled you back into full consciousness. You sat up, watching from your spot as Seokjin walked inside. He took off his shoes and threw his work bag onto the floor with more force than needed. His shoulders sagged and his head was pointed to the floor, he clearly wasn’t in a good mood. “Jin, you okay?” You asked, he grumbled something and sat down onto the couch next to you. “Rough day?” You questioned. “Rough day.” He simply responded. “Wanna talk about it?” He leaned back into the couch, silent for a moment. “No, it’s not really all that serious, I’m just tired I guess.” He sighed, throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling. “If you say so, just know I’ll listen whenever you need an ear to talk into.” You said, turning your attention back to the television. The two of you watched it in comfortable silence for a little while, until the interaction you had with Minho earlier made its way back into your thoughts. Without thinking much, you decided to bring it up.

“You know, I had a pretty interesting conversation with Minho earlier today.” You spoke up, a smirk starting to form on your lips. “Wanna know what he told me?” Seokjin turned his head towards you, humming as an encouragement to continue talking. “He said you talk about me often and call me pretty.” The moment he registered what you said his saliva caught in his throat causing him to start coughing. You patted his back, the smirk dropping from your face. “You okay?” You asked, putting your hand back into your lap. “Yeah uhm, I just uhh well… I don’t know where he got that from.” He said avoiding eye contact, the tips of his ears turning pink. “So you don’t think I’m pretty?” Tilting your head to the side you pouted. “No! I mean yes! I think you’re pretty.” He stammered. “Really? Well, I think you’re quite handsome yourself Jinnie.” You said, a smile making its way back onto your face. “Ah, don’t say that.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands. “Why not?” You quirked an eyebrow. "You'll give me hope, having hope is the worst thing a man can do to himself.” He said through gritted teeth, shaking his head. “Hope? What are you hoping for Seokjin?” Your words made him sigh, his shoulders slumping further. “Nothing, forget it.” He grumbled. “You should go home (Y/N.”

With that said you silently got up and left. Seokjin’s cold demeanor had made a pang of hurt stab through your chest, the worst of it being the confusion he left you with. Not knowing what to make of it you tried going to sleep. Staring up at the ceiling while laying in bed, you thought about Seokjin (against your will of course). ‘He’s tired and stressed from work, sure, but that doesn’t give him the right to be a dick! I guess it wasn’t that mean, but still that shit hurt. I help take care of his kids for free, he’s basically my best friend for Christ’s sake, and still, the idiot comes home and acts like a total douche.’ You thought as you flipped over in bed. Bomi laid by your side, her black eyes barely open. “At least you can never make me mad Bomi. My sweet girl.” Your hand reached up to scratch behind her floppy white ear causing her to let out a low whine. “I know! That’s what I’ve been saying.”

Seokjin had been distant the past couple of days and quite frankly it pissed you off. He stopped texting and calling, reducing your interactions to the bare minimum. You were currently sat in his living room while he ironed out clothes. Deciding to bring it up you ask him why he’s been acting like a prick. “I’m so stressed, you have no idea.” With a sigh he turned off the iron and made his way over to the couch you were sitting on. “Wanna talk about it?” You said as you patted the space in front of you. He sad down and leaned onto the back of your legs. Slowly your hands made their way up to his shoulders starting to massage the tense muscles. “I don’t know, it’s from work I guess.” He mumbled and looked up at you from over his shoulder, your faces incredibly close. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, his face close enough to make out each of his lashes. For a moment both of you were silent, your hands stopped their movements as you looked into his eyes. His gaze conveyed a million words he didn’t have to say out loud, one’s of frustration and exhaustion. The moment was interrupted by Minho running into the room with a plate demanding more snacks. Seokjin got up and took the plate, starting to cut up more fruit for the child.

Once he was done and Minho returned to his room, you watched him lean against the counter and rub his temples. You got up from the couch and walked over to him. The dim kitchen light seemed to make the dark circles around his eyes more prominent, his skin more pale than usual and his dark eyes lacking their spark, overall making him look tired and dull. “C’mere.” You mumbled, pulling him into an embrace by the collar of his shirt. He instantly melted into the hug, his arms wrapping around your waist while he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. After a moment of silence you slowly pulled away, his eyes were trained onto the collar of your sweater, the whacky pattern seemingly more interesting than holding eye contact. Tentatively you reached up and brushed his bangs away from his face, “Look at me.” you softly said, caressing the side of his face with your palm. His gaze slowly traveled up to meet your eyes. Your thumb slowly stroked his cheek bone, your eye contact never wavering. For a split second he looked down at your lips, which of course didn’t go unnoticed. Hesitantly you leaned forward a bit, testing the waters. Just as you were about to connect your lips he stopped you with a hand on your chest. “Let me take you out on a proper date first, please? I want the first time I kiss you to be special.” He murmured to which you let a tender smile slip, nodding your head silently.

Seokjin had an exact idea of how he wanted your first date to go. He was going to drop the kids off at his mothers house and then make your dinner after which he would take you out for a walk and confess all of his feelings. However, one thing he didn’t take into account was the traffic jam he got stuck in on his was home which put him in a time crunch. He started rushing whilst cooking, only half way through with making the meal he heard the doorbell ring. Cursing under his breath he opened the door to reveal you standing in front of it. “Ah, are you early? I haven’t finished dinner yet.” He said as you came in. “Nope, I’m right on time, but I could help you finish up cooking.” You suggested. The two of you spent the rest of the evening cooking together while music played in the background. He grabbed your waist and swayed to the soft melodies as if you were in a romance movie. The dinner tasted amazing, partly because it was crafted by his hands. After chatting a bit he asked to go on a walk. His hand slipped into yours, making you smile to yourself as you walked in silence through the nearly empty streets. “Where are we going?” You asked quietly, as if you were trying not to disturb the stillness of the air. “The park.” Seokjin simply responded, looking straight ahead.

He led you to the park where you first met, you were used to walking through it while the sun was up in the sky, when life was blossoming and moving around you and the city was awake. now it was just the two of you, the only sounds being your footsteps and the occasional echoing of traffic nearby. You sat down on a bench, watching ducks float in a lake, the moons shine reflecting on the still water. Jin grabbed both of your hands and put them into his lap.

“I think it’s time I got this off my chest.” He said, avoiding eye contact. “I like you, like a lot. You know that already, but I don’t think you know how long I’ve liked you for. I remember the day we first met, you didn’t seem all too interested, but the fact that you helped Minho find me kind of stuck with me I guess? I don’t know I mean most people would help a seemingly lost child find their parent, sure, but to me when you did that, it just sort of triggered something inside of me. Are you following?” “Yeah.” You smiled softly, he finally looked up to find your eyes already on his face. “For some reason I just couldn’t get you off my mind, I thought you were so cute. I remember thinking ‘wow, just my type’ when I first took in your appearance.” That made you giggle. “The point I’m trying to make is: I’ve liked you since I first met you and every day I grow more fond of you. I can’t just keep watching you from afar anymore, it hurts to suppress my feeling when they’re so strong. I just want to be with you (Y/N) and the fact that you help me out so much, not just with Minho and Eunji makes me adore you so much more. I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore, so uhh, will you be mine?” He asked sincerely, looking deeply into your eyes. “Yes Jin, I want nothing more than to be yours.”

Seokjin abruptly stood up and pulled you into a hug. Shocked for a moment you stayed still, your arms floating just above his back before your melted into the embrace, softly dragging your palms down his back. You only slightly pulled away, your arms still around each other. Jin brought up a hand, gently cupping your cheek and looking at you with hooded eyes and pupils blown wide. He was the first to lean in, his nose brushing against yours with the softness of a feather. You stood still for a moment with your eyes closed before he finally joined your lips together. The kiss was so soft and slow it had you melting into it. After a moment you tried pulling away, but Seokjin only tightened his grip on your waist. He deepened the kiss, bringing one of his hands up to the back of your head. He placed one last peck on your lips before finally pulling away. Realizing what he’d done, he quickly let go of you, awkwardly shoving his hands into his jackets pockets. He cleared his throat, “uhm sorry, been waiting to do that for so long I couldn’t help myself.” He mumbled. You only laughed and pecked his cheek, reassuring him it was more that fine.

Seokjin walked you back home, kissing you goodnight as the two of you stood in front of your apartment complex. He tried pulling away, but you gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him back in, this kiss being more sloppy. Jin couldn’t get enough, the feeling of your lips finally on his making his heart thump in his chest with vigor. “Okay, okay you have to go.” You mumbled against his lips. “Do I really?” He whined making you chuckle. “I don’t know, do you?” You asked, tilting your head to the side with a mischievous glint in your eyes. He looked up in thought, feigning debating it. “Hmm i don’t know, wouldn’t hurt to spend a little more time together right?” “Kim Seokjin you’re and idiot.” You said, lightly hitting his chest.

“Your idiot… right?” He rose an eyebrow. With a small giggle you nodded, placing a peck onto the tip of his nose. “My idiot.” You mumbled, nuzzling your noses together. “Well, I’m really glad I’m your idiot, but I would prefer the term boyfriend.” He said as he lightly pulled away, looking into your eyes with a teasing grin. “Boyfriend? Yeah, I’d like that.” With that said he leaned in for one last kiss.

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☆Pairing: Roomate!Jeongguk x GN!Reader

☆Genre: Non!Idol AU, light angst, fluff, smut, one-shot

☆Warnings: swear words, Sub!JK, Dom!Reader, making out, hand job, fingering (m receiving)

☆Word count: 3k

☆Summary: After Jeongguk’s Valentines date bailed on him, he came home defeated and upset. In your attempt to comfort him things get heated.

☆A/N: I hope you’ll enjoy this valentines special!! This is my first time writing smut sooo I’m not sure how great it turned out. Once again, I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so I apologize if there’s any mistakes.

You sat down onto your couch with a huff, turning the TV on and flipping through the channels. Almost every single channel had a a romance movie playing, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. You turned on a streaming service, your irritation only growing when the front page recommended romance shows and movies. Jeongguk, your roommate and crush of three years was out on a date with some girl currently. You were never one to really care about Valentine’s Day, but knowing someone else was sneaking their way into his heart whilst you spent the evening home alone made you despise the holiday’s existence. Typing the title of a movie you’d been meaning to watch for ages now into the search bar, you turned it on and let yourself relaxed into the couch cushions. A couple of minutes in, you heard the door of your apartment unlock.

Craning your neck towards the sound you watched as Jeongguk walked in, the bouquet you had helped him pick out earlier that day loosely gripped in his hand. He sluggishly took off his shoes and jacked, dropping the assortment of flowers onto your kitchen counter. “How’d the date go?” You asked, looking up at him from your seat. “It didn’t go.” He answered in a flat tone. “What?” You scrunched up your eyebrows in confusion at his cryptic answer. “She didn’t show up. Only sent a text like half an hour after we were supposed to meet saying she forgot and made other plans.” He explained as he sat down next to you, looking defeated and tired. A deep frown formed on your lips, feeling sympathetic towards your roommate. You put a hand onto his shoulder, hoping to bring him some form of comfort. “Should we watch cheesy movies and order takeout? We can be alone and date-less together then.” You suggested, trying to cheer him up. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He sniffled lightly and fully let himself lean back into the couch. Now that his face was closer to yours you realized his eyes were glossy and red, his nose tinted a light pink as if he had been continuously wiping it. “Hey, you wanna talk about it?” You asked, your eyebrows being pulled together by worry. “Well, it’s not really like I wanted to go on that date with her so badly it’s just that,” he took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “-it made me feel so… so shit. You know? Like I,” He pursed his lips together, trying his hardest to not let tears escape his eyes. “I don’t know. I guess, it’s affecting my self esteem? I felt like,” He couldn’t keep his tears anymore. The dams broke, tear droplets freely falling off his long lashes now. “I felt like…” A quiet sob stopped him from finishing his sentence. Your hands came up to grab his, running your thumbs over his knuckles in hopes of calming him down. “I felt like a fucking loser!” He finally managed to get out, your heart breaking at the look in his eyes. Hatred filled his dark irises, but not towards his date who bailed, but rather at himself. You pulled him into an embrace, unable to muster up words to console him. He gladly leaned in, gripping your shirt and crying into your chest. You let his warm tears soak through the cloth, not caring about anything other than giving him the comfort he needed so desperately. One of your hands softly stroked through his hair, the other rubbing gentle circles into his back. After giving him a moment to cry his heart out you started to quietly mumble reassurances into his ear. “Jeongguk you’re so handsome and kind, maybe it’s for the best she showed her true colors so early on. You deserve so much better. Someone who can give you the respect and love you deserve, someone who will be there for you when no one else is.” You placed a fleeting peck onto the crown of his head, causing him to snuggle further into your chest. The two of you cuddled till he calmed down, letting comfortable silence consume you.

“Maybe you’re right.” He muttered against you, the sound coming out muffled. “Hm, about what?” You asked, your hand that had stilled resuming the mindless movement on his back. “Finding someone who’s right for me is so hard,” he said, lifting his head up to look at you. “especially when they’re right in front of me.” He finished his sentence. “Right in front of you?” You tilted your head in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant. He tentatively leaned up closer to you, stopping a couple of centimeters away from your face. “Can I do something?” He asked, his warm breath tickling the skin of your face. You only gave a small nod, your heart rate beginning to pick up. His gaze dropped down to your lips, slowly he leaned in closer again, placing his soft lips onto yours. It only lasted a short moment, the kiss being a mere peck, but it made a million butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest, the circulation making your skin heat up.

“Hm, maybe try it again. For good measure.” You whispered feeling bold. The corner of his lip quirked up, he hummed in agreement and closed the gap between you again. This time the kiss lasted longer, his hand snuck up to cup the side of your face as he moved his lips against yours. He began to be more sloppy, opening his mouth more against yours and letting your saliva mix. You gladly let it happen, trying to slip your tongue past his lips. He got the memo and let it slide in, quietly moaning as his tongue pushed against yours. He disconnected your lips to get some air, climbing onto you and straddling your lap. Your hands instinctively went to hold his hips making him put his arms around your neck and resume making out with you. Groaning against his lips the kisses became more messy, teeth and tongues clashing in desperation. He ground his hips down onto yours, searching for friction to aid his hardening cock.

You started trailing kisses down the side of his face, stopping at his jaw to lightly nibble at the soft flesh. He huffed and tangled his fingers into yours hair, giving it a light tug. You continued to place messy kisses down his neck, bitting and sucking at his skin. In response he moaned, more loudly this time. Taking it as a sign to keep going you carried on with bruising his neck. His hips started to speed up, the grinding turning into humping. One of your hands snaked to his lower stomach, slipping it under his shirt and playing with the waistband of his pants. You slid your thumb inside it, gently stroking the flesh right above his cock. He softly whined into your ear, gripping your wrist to try guiding your hand where he needed it most. “Eager now, are we?” You teased and switched your kisses to pecks. “Please, I want you to touch me.” He whispered, trying to hump up against your hand. Deciding to be merciful, you dipped your hand into his boxers and pulled out his erect dick. He moaned at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him, biting down onto his lip in anticipation. You pulled away from his neck to get a good look at face. Whilst maintaining eye contact you let go of his cock, bringing your hand up you spat into your palm. He only watched you with hooded eyes, shivering at what was to come. Slowly you lathered up his dick, leisurely starting to twist your wrist around it. He lightly thrusted up into your hand, having to keep himself restrained from snapping his hips up like an animal in heat, but to no avail, he couldn’t help himself.

You barely even had to move your hand, he did most of the work by fucking up into it like a hormonal teenager who had never felt intimacy before. Your knuckles would occasionally skim against his lower stomach, making him shudder from the ticklish feeling on his sensitive skin. He whined out your name, his voice cracking as he pathetically rutted up into your fist. In the meantime, your other hand had gotten busy with kneading the flesh of his ass. You had been eyeing the supple flesh since you first met the man, always secretly wondering what kind of noises he’d make as your fingers filled him up to the rim. Gathering up the courage, you decided to ask him if you could finger his ass. “Jeongguk,” You quietly said, trying to get his attention. “Yes?” He replied breathily, slowing his thrusts down. “Can I finger you?” You asked looking up at him. “Fuck.” He felt his balls tense up as his empty hole clenched, the mere question almost making him cum. “Yes. Fuck, please do.” He huskily replied, his hips coming to a stop. “Take your pants off pretty boy.” You instructed as you tapped his hip, signaling for him to get off of you. He obediently came off and started taking off his pants together with his boxers. You got up from the couch and started walking to your room. “I need to go fetch some lube real quick. You can lose the shirt too.” You cheekily winked at him and looked him up and down. The tips of his ears reddened and he nodded dumbly at you.

Pulling your nightstand drawer open, you dug around the cluster or objects in search for the lubricant. Once you found it you quickly made your way back to the living room. On the couch laid Jeongguk in all his glory. Sprawled out with his legs wide open for you, completely naked and ready for you to destroy him. You knelt down between his legs pecking his knee and starting to litter kisses down towards his inner thigh. He shuddered, the chilly air of the living room and the feeling of your lips against his skin too much for him to bare. He lightly arched his back, his nipples hardening from the cold. You massaged his outer thigh as you popped the lid of the lube open with your thumb. “You ready?” You asked to which he hummed in reply. Raising an eyebrow at him you awaited a verbal answer, which he quickly scrambled to give. “Y-yes!” He stammered out. “Good.” You simply replied and started to apply the clear substance onto two of your fingers. “Relax, I can’t do anything if you’re tense.“ You said as you leaned down to give him a tender kiss. He took in a deep breath and relaxed his muscles with an exhale.

Your fingers lightly grazed his rim, testing the waters of his sensitivity. “S’cold.” He mumbled against your lips. “I know baby.” You replied an continued kissing him. Softly you pushed your middle finger against his hole, slowly easing in the tip of your finger. Seeing no signs of discomfort you continued pushing in till you hit the base of your knuckles. He sighed into your mouth, his hand coming up to rest on your bicep. “It it okay? Can I move it?” You questioned. “Mhm! S’okay.” He drowsily replied. You began to move your finger slowly, pumping it in and out of him. Jeongguk squirmed underneath you, letting out soft pants and gasps at the new sensation. Wiggling your finger around inside him, you deemed him ready enough to add another digit. “I’ll add another, okay?” You said as you slid your hand down his chest and towards his stomach. “Yes!” He replied breathlessly. Sliding the finger that was already inside of him almost all the way out, you probed at his entrance gently with the one next to it. They both went in with relative easy, making Jeongguk’s breathing become even more shallow once your knuckles reached the skin of his ass. You started pumping again, the lubricant making squelching noises. Once you were sure he was used to your fingers, you moved the hand which was resting on his stomach to take a hold of his neglected cock. The moan he let out the moment you touched his dick was like music to your ears, making you feel your own arousal grow.

You laid down onto the couch so your head was between his legs now. Nosing at his inner thigh you started to kiss and bite the skin. You trailed the kisses further down, stopping right in front of his cock. You looked up at him, admiring how his abdominal muscles would twitch when you pressed down especially deep inside of him. His head was thrown back, his Adams’s apple bobbing as he desperately tried to swallow down the excess spit forming in his mouth from his continuous moaning. You watched his face closely as you stopped jerking him off, waiting for him to look down at you so he can see you take his cock into your mouth. Just as you expected, he rolled his head, letting it drop forward as he stared down at you. “Why’d you sto-ah!” His question was cut off by his own moan the moment you licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. He threw his head back again, his hips lifting off of the couch against his will. You wrapped your lips against his tip, lightly sucking whilst your hand jerked him off, occasionally squeezing the base of his cock and lightly bobbing your head. Purposely you drooled onto his cock, watching as the saliva slid down to his balls. With one last lick to his tip, you made your way downwards and began to lick and suck at his balls. He kept on bucking up into you, chasing his high with fervor. “Ah! I think I’m gonna- I think I’m gonna…” He panted, trying to let you know about his approaching orgasm through his whines of pleasure.

You took his cock back into your mouth, moving your head up and down the length in the same rhythm as the fingers which you were still pumping inside of him. With one last drawn out moan his hips spasmed and he came into your throat. The pleasure of his orgasm jolted through his entire body, leaving him shaking and whining at the overwhelming sensation. He lightly pushed you away when he came down from his high, his form going limp underneath you. You swallowed down every drop of cum he had to offer, pulling away from his cock with a wet pop. You sat up onto your knees, looking down at him you admired your work, enjoying seeing him become such a mess for you. You quickly fetched a towel to clean him up and brought him a glass of water which he eagerly gulped down. The moment you laid down next to him, he climbed onto you and snuggled into your chest. “I didn’t do anything for you, I’m sorry.” He mumbled looking up at you. “Nonsense, I’m just happy I could help fix your mood.” You responded and soon the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

“You ever smoked cigarettes after having sex?” You ask out of the blue. Jeongguk looks up at you in confusion, letting out a short giggle. “What? Like the band?” He asks, his doe eyes staring up at you. “Yeah, like the band.” You softly smile down at him, moving his bangs away from his forehead. “You wanna go have a cigarette and listen to them?” Your smile spread wider as you proposed the idea. “That sounds kind of nice actually.” He replied and lifted himself off of your chest to sit up. You helped him get dressed and grabbed your cigarettes and both of your jackets before making your way out onto the balcony with him. You put Cigarettes After Sex on shuffle and pull out a cigarette for each of you. Placing one of them into Jeongguk’s mouth you took a lighter out of your pocket. Your thumb slides across the spark wheel twice before you successfully light a flame. The two of you maintained eye contact while you lifted it up to his cigarette, watching him inhale the smoke. You light your own and melted into your seat, enjoying the quiet music playing in the background.

Jeongguk’s eyes remain transfixed on your side profile as you look out towards the distance, completely lost in thought. “Hey, Uhm (Y/N)?” He says before taking another drag of smoke to which you hum in response. “What are we?” The question echoes through your mind, makes a small lump form in your throat. “Hm, I don’t know.” You reply simply, not wanting to look at him in fear that he’d say he only wanted to be friends. After all this time of longing for him and watching him go on those stupid dates, you couldn’t handle being friend-zoned, especially subsequently to finally getting a taste of him. “Whatever you want I guess.” You add on, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. In the corner of your eye you can see his form slightly deflate. “Would you… not want to be with me?” He asked in a meek tone, turning his head toward the opposite direction. Seeing this as your chance to finally tell him how you feel, you let your tongue loose. “I would. Any day in any universe I would. I’ve wanted to be with you since we first met if I’m being honest, I guess I’ve just,” you paused, taking a moment to choose your next words. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a fucking moron Jeon Jeongguk. I mean seriously what would make you think I wouldn’t want to be with you? I’ve been way too obvious, I thought you knew I liked you.” The words pour out of you before you can stop them, leaving both of you a bit surprised. “Do you just like me or do you like like me?” He questioned, looking at you with hopeful eyes. “Are we in middle school or something?” You grinned at him, teasing his choice of words. “I like like you Jeongguk.”

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DAMBAEPUFF’S NAVIGATION

ABOUT ME

MASTERLIST

RULES & REQUESTS

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KEANU’S MASTERLIST

🦷 - fluff

🚬 - angst

⭐️ - smut

🎀 - fem!reader

🫧 - gn!reader

🧸- m!reader

방탄소년단/BTS

OT7

☆Morning wood ⭐️🫧 (reactions)

(Coming soon)

Jin | Kim Seokjin

TO BE HUMAN 🦷🫧⭐️ (one-shot)

☆Summary: You meet a handsome stranger and his two kids whilst walking your dog. His kids appear to take a liking to your dog, but he seems to have his eyes set on the other end of the leash.

Suga | Min Yoongi

Nothing here…

RM | Kim Namjoon

STRAW-BEAR-IES 🦷🫧 (one-shot)

☆Summary: You noticed the strawberries in your garden started going missing a few weeks ago, the bushes often being smushed as if something big stepped onto them. Slowly you start to find other parts of your large garden in disarray as well. Who might be this crop thief stealing from you?

J-Hope | Jung Hoseok

Nothing here…

Jimin | Park Jimin

Nothing here…

V | Kim Taehyung

Nothing here…

Jungkook | Jeon Jeongguk

LIKE OR LIKE LIKE 🦷🚬⭐️🫧 (one-shot)

☆Summary: After Jeongguk’s Valentines date bailed on him, he came home defeated and upset. In your attempt to comfort him things get heated.

#bts #bts suga #bts x reader #bts fluff #hybrid bts #bts fanfic #bts x gender neutral reader #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts v #bts jhope #bts masterlist #bts masterpost

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REQUESTS AND RULES

☆Request status: open!!

☆Who I write for: I mainly write for BTS, but I can still do requests for Stray Kids, TXT, TWICE, ENHYPEN and SEVENTEEN

☆Things I will NOT write: wlw relationships, non-con, SA, underage idols, politics, poc issues (I’m white, not my place), ships, scat, vore, emetophilia, foot fetish (and other fetishes/kinks I’m not comfortable with)

☆General: I mostly write gender neutral and male readers, but I’m willing to do fem!reader per request. If you’re writing a request please always specify the gender of the reader you’d like otherwise I’ll just write gender neutral. I’m completely fine with writing smut!! I’ll add more things here later probably.

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if you write something that’s a ‘[character] x oc’ and you tag it as ‘x reader’ i’m trying to blow you up with my mind and i hope you can feel it

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STRAW-BEAR-IES

☆Pairing: BearHybrid!Namjoon x GN!Reader

☆Genre: hybrid au, fluff, one-shot, pg-13

☆Warnings: none!

☆Word count: 4.3k

☆Summary: You noticed the strawberries in your garden started going missing a few weeks ago, the bushes often being smushed as if something big stepped onto them. Slowly you start to find other parts of your large garden in disarray as well. Who might be this crop thief stealing from you?

☆A/N: Hi!! This is the first time I’ve ever posted onto this account, I hope you’ll like it. I’m thinking of making it a series potentially? Feel free to let me know your thoughts and suggestions and/or if you have any sort of criticism and tips. Also beware of the fact that I do not have a beta reader and English isn’t my first language so there might be some mistakes!!

You sigh as you step into your garden and close the gate. It seems as though someone payed it a visit again last night. The once beautiful green grapes you had growing were now gone, the vines torn down, the trellises bent in funky ways and all the leaves crumpled. You take off your gardening gloves and stuff them into your apron’s front pouch. Your bare hands softly touch the now ruined plant, trying to examine the damage and determine if it’s salvageable. With a huff you bend down and grab onto the plant’s support structure, making sure your footing is firm you get to work with lifting everything up and fixing it.

“Hm, I need the toolbox for this one.” You mumble to yourself, letting go of the structure and tumbling backwards a little. Set on repairing the trellis, you start walking towards the shed. With a pep in your step you start to whistle a random tune, stuffing your hands into your pockets and fishing around for the key to the shed. As you pull out the keys and start to fumble around with them, trying to spot the square silver key, you catch movement in the corner of your eye. At first you brush it off as wind rustling branches, but then you register a large brown lump moving around. Your head shoots up and you immediately freeze up. About ten meters away from you stands a large grizzly bear, sniffing around in the bushes on your property. With fear coursing through your veins, the sudden adrenaline makes your thoughts turn hazy. Starting to fumble with the keys faster you decide it’s best to hide in the shed till it leaves, however once the jingle of the metal clinking resumed the bear’s head rose. It’s black eyes landed directly onto you. Your hands shook and you dropped the keys, your panic starting to become more prominent.

Just as you thought the wild animal was going to pounce, it turned around and ran in the opposite direction as if it was the one scared to death. You halted all your movements in confusion, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiping the sweat that accumulated on your forehead you picked up the bundle of metal from the ground and finally found the right key. Quickly shutting the door, you let yourself slump against it. Thumping your head against the wood, you let out a sigh of relief.

After that day you were on edge for a little while, but it wasn’t long till you went back to your usual routine. One morning you had gathered all of the produce that was overly ripe into one large bucket. Now wanting it to go to waste you fed part of it to some of your animals and the rest you had left out in front of the garden in hopes of the thief taking from there instead of ruining all your hard work. You had been carving away at a small piece of wood whilst laying on your hammock when you heard rustling behind you. Slowly turning around you spotted the same brown bear eating away at the produce you had left in the bucket. Your heart started to pound in fear, not knowing what to do you laid back down and tried to be as still as possible, hoping that the beast would be gone soon. The munching noises you could faintly hear stopped at some point and everything went quiet. Tightly shutting your eyes you prayed it was going back to where it came from, but instead you heard heavy footsteps coming towards you. A tear brimmed your eye, your skin prickled with goosebumps and your blood pumped so hard you could hear it. Shallow breaths took over your body, each one of your muscles tensing. The footsteps stopped right beside you, a warm breath tickled your face. The animal let out a deep groan, curiously starting to sniff you. Unable to open your eyes from the terror you used sound and your imagination to be able to tell what the bear was doing. It’s sniffing stopped at your hands, it’s wet snout nudging your skin. You cracked one eye open and saw the large beast staring at the small wooden figurine you had been carving. It’s eyes held no hunger or malice, it looked interested and almost kind? Unsure if you were seeing right, you fully opened your eyes, gawking up at the creature. It looked down at you and then back at your hands, almost as if it was asking what you were doing.

“Uhm, this?” You asked, your voice coming out weak as you held up your creation. The bear grunted and nodded its head. “Oh it’s just a little figurine I was making, it’s supposed to be a dog.” You said wide eyed, to which the bear nodded. “You can… You can understand me?” You squeaked out. The bear nodded again and let out a small grunt. Your confusion only doubled, yet your interest was piqued. You set down the carving onto your stomach and reached out one of your hands, slowly bringing it up to the bears head. Hesitantly you set it down, the fur feeling softer than you’d imagine. Slowly, your hand started to stroke its head to which the beast let out a content grumble and leaned into your touch. Completely stunned, all you could do was continue petting it. The bear lowered its head and let it rest in your lap, the warmth emitting from it surprisingly comforting. The mammal’s big black eyes started to blink slower, its entire body seeming to relax. You however, still felt a bit on edge. It started to nudge your hand with its nose, ‘This is it, I’m going to lose a hand now!’ you thought, expecting to get bitten. However, to your surprise all it did was give your palm a few licks, as if thanking you. It stood back up with a grunt and started to make it’s way towards the wooded area on your property.

After that exchange you had started leaving fruit and leftovers from your dinner on your front porch each evening. Every morning you’d wake up to the food gone and a little gift left in its place. The presents varied from pretty rocks and flowers to money and shiny jewelry you assumed the creature stole from someone. Scraping the remnants of sauce into the container you hummed along to a song playing on the radio. With leftover pasta in one hand and an array of fruits in the other, you made your way to your front door. Pushing the handle down with your elbow and kicking to door open with your foot, you prepare to place the food down onto the steps. A familiar set of black eyes startle you, almost making you drop everything you were holding. “Oh! You scared me.” The bear huffed out something that sounded similar to a laugh. “I got you food. Sit down.” It obliged and plopped down with a grunt. “I got you strawberries, I know you like those.” You say as you place everything down and pick up a strawberry, throwing it towards the bear. It catches the berry mid air and happily chomps down on it. “Bon appetite.” You grin at it and make your way back inside. Sparing the beast one last glance through the window, you turn off all the lights and make your way to bed.

The bear started showing up for dinner early more often, letting you feed and pet it. Tonight was no different, you fed the creature, talked to it pretending it understood you and bid it farewell. Loud claps of thunder awoke you from your sleep, looking out of your window the rain was pouring down like no tomorrow, wind wildly throwing around leaves and jostling trees. Immediately your mind jumped to your furry friend. Without a second thought you got up from bed, quickly shuffling into your slippers and pulling on a robe. With hurried steps you made your way downstairs, looking out onto your front porch you saw the same lump of brown fur laying outside your door, finding shelter from the rain under the gable roof. For a moment you hesitated, what could you even do? Would it be absurd to let the wild animal into your home? It definitely would be. So, you unlocked your front door and opened it. A gust of wind immediately hit you in the face, carrying rain water with it. Not far from your house, a bolt of thunder struck the ground, echoing loudly and flashing before your eyes. The beast startled awake, looking around it shivered in fear. Trying to get it’s attention you yelled over the wind and thunder, flailing your arms around like an idiot. The ears on its head lightly perked up and it turned its head to face you. Large black eyes landed on your figure, watching as you beckoned it inside. Without a hint of uncertainty the creature got up and started walking towards you. Reaching around in the dark and running your hand along the wall, you found the light switch and turned it on. The second your friend entered the house you shut the door, sighing as the storm’s noises faded into a mere hum.

“Wait here.” You instructed and quickly made your may to the bathroom, taking two large towels and scurrying back to the entrance. Unfolding the fabric, you draped it over the bear and got to work with drying it off to the best of your abilities. When you got to its head, you became more gentle. Gingerly rubbing out the moisture from its ears and cheeks, you looked into its eyes. They held a warmth you couldn’t explain, a sort of gratitude no regular bear could express. Its large snout twitched and it blinked up at you slowly. “You’re such a cutie.” You said softly and wiped its forehead. It let out a grunt and looked away as if it were embarrassed. “Come, you can sleep on my rug.” You said and started making your way toward the living room. Heavy footsteps followed behind you, the old wooden floor of your house creaking underneath its weight. “Sleep here, just don’t break anything please.” You told the beast with a small smile and bid it goodnight.

Sounds of birds chirping and the soft howl of the wind woke you up. Sitting up in bed you yawned, stretching your arms out above your head and twisting your torso around to release tension. Your feet made contact with the cold floor of your bedroom, sluggishly getting up to open your window. You leaned outside and took in a big breath of fresh air, the smell of rain still present in the morning chill. The peaceful moment was cut short by loud clanking coming from downstairs followed by a thump. Startled, you quickly made your way towards the source of the noise. Expecting to find the bear you’ve come to know as your friend, you’re alarmed to see a fully grown man standing in your kitchen with all of your pots and pans spilled onto the ground. You quickly grab one of your kitchen knives and firmly hold it towards the intruder. “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?” You ask calmly. The man’s eyes widen and he puts his hands up. “Uhm uhh...” He mumbles, clearly taken aback. “I’m Namjoon.” He says and raises a brow, sounding more like a question than a statement. “How did you get in?” You question, tilting your head up and straightening your posture, trying your best to intimidate him. “You let me in last night.” His response takes you off guard, before you can reply to it his hand goes up to his head and he points at a pair of brow ears you hadn’t noticed before. That’s when it clicks. The large grizzly bear you had befriended wasn’t entirely a bear after all. Everything made sense now.

“Why did you steal from me?” The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can think about it. “Uhm, I was hungry.” The man replies, his ears drooping and his arms coming back down to his sides. You soften at his words knowing he never meant any harm. Putting the knife back you crouch down to pick up all the pots, he follows suit and the two of you quietly clean up. “So you say your name is Namjoon?” You asked as you began to gather ingredients for breakfast. “Yes.” He responded with a nod of his head. “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to officially meet you.” You gave a small smile which he returned, adorable dimples appearing on his face. “Would you like some breakfast?” You asked as you rummaged around the kitchen. “Yes!” He responded eagerly to which you chuckled. After a beat of silence he spoke up again. “I’ve been thinking…” You let out a hum, encouraging him to continue. “You’ve kept me fed for so long now and I’ve done pretty much nothing in return. Let me help you with all your farm work to pay off my debt.” He said in a low voice. “You have no debt Namjoon.” You responded and looked at him over your shoulder. “However, a helping hand is always welcome here.” You started cracking eggs into a bowl. “Plus it would be nice to have someone around to talk to, y’know to keep me company.” You said as you started whisking the eggs. “You’ll let me stay?” He asked in disbelief, his voice full of hope. “I don’t see why not, you don’t look very weak and that’s certainly a plus.” You stated as you looked him up and down, giving a playful wink. His eyes winded a bit, but he didn’t comment on it.

After eating together you had decided to give him a proper tour of the property. He seemed particularly interested in your garden and your sculpting workshop. Once you showed him everything you began doing chores together, occasionally chatting and getting to know each other more. You had found out he was a stray hybrid, living on the streets for three years now. He had tried hitch hiking from one town to another about four months ago, when he suddenly got weird vibes from the truck driver he was traveling with. Not wanting to risk anything he ran away once they had pulled into a gas station, never looking back. After wandering through the woods for ages he came across the fence of your estate. At first he wasn’t going to cross it, scared someone would hunt him down and kill him if he entered private property. However, once he had smelled the pie you were baking his hunger got the better of him and he jumped the barrier. Realizing you were a stable source of food he continued to sneak around and eventually ended up here with you. Feeling grave pity for him you decided in that moment that it was your mission to help repair this man and give him the comfortable and fulfilling life he never got the chance to experience. He also told you about some of his friends who were stray hybrids as well, hoping to reunite with them one day. Apparently there were six of them, seven including Namjoon. They helped each other survive when no one else would.

After a long hard day of labor, the two of you came back to the farmhouse. You gave him some of your old oversized clothes and pointed him to your bathroom. He took his first proper shower in a while, enjoying using all of your different products and being pampered. Whilst he took care of his hygiene you got busy with making dinner. As you were grabbing all the ingredients you needed from the refrigerator, you noticed the vanilla tarts you had made the day before. Debating on serving them as dessert your eyes landed on the last couple of strawberries you managed to salvage from your garden, seemingly the bear’s favorite kind of berry to steal while you weren’t looking. Lighting up at the idea of combining the two foods for your friend to enjoy, you giddily got to work with dinner, the idea of surprising Namjoon lingering in your mind the entire time. Once he came out of the bathroom your eyes raked his form. Admiring how the large clothes fitted his frame and the way he did his best to dry his damp hair and ears with a towel. It only now dawned on you how handsome he was, this being the first time you truly took a moment to observe him since you initially saw his human form. His eyes caught yours, before you could get lost in their dark color you cleared your throat. “You hungry? I’m almost done with making dinner.” You asked and quickly started stirring the pot of sauce you were making. “I’m starving. Need any help?” He replied to which you instructed him to set the table.

The meal was fairly quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts. When both of your plates were empty and your bellies almost entirely full, he was about to get up from the table. “Not so fast!” You said with a small smile. “I’m not going anywhere, I swear I was gonna help you clean up!” He replied briskly to which you laughed at him. He tilted his head in confusion, still thinking you were trying to scold him for bad manners. “There’s desert.” You said, your smile widening. His eyes lit up and his ears perked up. You could hear clothes shuffling, but he wasn’t moving an inch. That’s when you realized his tail small was wagging underneath his shirt. Trying to bite down your smile, you served the tarts on a plate with your strawberries. His nose moved as he sniffed the air, clearly eager for the treat. “What is it?” He asked in wonder, pointing at the baked good. “It’s a vanilla tart, try it.” You responded, handing him a fork. He eagerly dug in. Once he tasted it he started nodding his head vigorously, a close lipped smile spreading on his face. “You like it?” You asked. “Mhm!” He almost purred out, his taste buds not used to such delicate dishes. “Have a strawberry, I know you like those. Plus it goes well with the vanilla.” You picked up one of the red berries, thoughtlessly bringing it up to his lips. He shyly opened his jaws, holding eye contact as you inserted it into his mouth. His lips closed around it, faintly brushing your finger tips as you pulled your hand away. He slowly chewed, still looking at you. “Good?” You inquired, he leisurely swallowed. “So good.”

Namjoon had been living with you for a few months now. He had started stealing from your garden during last year’s spring and you let him into your home around summer time. It was now late January, your entire property covered in a blanket of crystal white snow. During this time of year you never have much work around the garden, more so focusing on taking care of all of your animals, letting yourself be consumed by reading and sculpting more often than not. “Namu, we’re running out of firewood, we should go chop up some more before it gets dark out.” You said as you poked around the fire you created in the fireplace, not realizing the nickname that slipped from your mouth. “Namu?” He questioned, testing it out on his tongue. “Hm, Namu. I like it.” He looked up in thought, lowering the book he was reading onto his lap. “Wait what was the question?” He suddenly sat up straighter, realizing you said something he didn’t quite comprehend. “I didn’t ask you a question, I said we needed to go get more firewood before it gets dark out.” You plopped down onto your butt from the crouch you were in a moment ago, chuckling at the bear hybrid. He watched you closely, playing with one of the pages of the open book sitting on his thigh. You leaned back on your palms and raised an eyebrow at him, awaiting his response. “Oh, yeah sure. You wanna go now or…?” He broke the eye contact, looking around at nothing in particular. “Yeah, let’s go.” You got up and dusted your hands off, walking up to where he was sitting on the sofa you extended an arm, helping him get up. The two of you got to work with preparing the firewood, Namjoon doing most of the heavy lifting. When you finished with it he turned into his bear form, stating that it’s easier to stay warm that way. He laid on his side on the floor, you leaning against him and petting his soft fur. It was to reserve heat you told yourselves, not being able to admit that the soft touches served as more than just a source of physical warmth.

One night you laid in your bed, covered in heaps of blankets trying to warm your body up, but it just wasn’t working. No matter how many layers of fabric you put onto your body you were still freezing. You crawled out of bed, shivering as the cold air in your room hit your whole body. Shuffling around in the dark for your slippers and robe, you hazily pulled them both on and made your way to the guest room down the hall. Lifting your fist up to the door you softly knocked, a sleepy grumble could be heard from the other side. Taking it as a sign to come in you pushed the door open. “Namu, I can’t sleep from the cold. Can I come sleep in your bed?” You quietly said into the darkness. The lump in the middle of the bed grumbled something, his arm extending and lifting the duvet he was under. You eagerly entered the room and took off your robe and slippers, shimmying into the bed. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his warm chest. Finally heating up, you let your body relax into his embrace, letting sleep take over.

Following that night it became a routine to share a bed, the excuse still being the need for warmth. Namjoon had especially grown accustomed to holding you in his sleep. So much so that one afternoon when you went to a nearby town to buy some necessities, he decided to take a nap. He couldn’t find a comfortable position if his life depended on it. Tossing and turning in his bed, he realized his arms felt too empty. He tried hugging one of his pillows, but it wasn’t enough. Huffing in annoyance he decided to go sleep in your bed, the thought of your scent enveloping him made his tail wag immediately. He walked over to your room, plopping down onto your bed and nestling into your sheets. Burying his head into your pillow he inhaled your scent, letting out a satisfied hum at the familiar smell. Though he partially found the comfort he was seeking he still wasn’t fully pleased. He laid in your bed for what felt like hours, missing the way your hands would gently play with his hair and scratch behind his ears. The moment he heard your car pull up into the driveway he shot up from bed, running down the stairs and almost tripping over himself. You entered the house with arms full of bags, setting them down to take off your shoes and jacket. He didn’t even give you a moment to register his presence, immediately enveloping you into an embrace and starting to scent at your neck. “Namjoon, that tickles!” You giggled as his nose brushed against your sensitive skin. Upon hearing your voice he only hugged you tighter. “You okay?” You asked, placing your hand atop his head, suddenly worried by his behavior. “Yeah, I just missed you.” He mumbled into your shoulder. “Was I really gone for that long?” You questioned as you pulled away, trying to get a proper look at his face. Realizing how clingy he was acting, he became embarrassed. He let go of you and awkwardly cleared his throat. “Uhh no.” He said, scratching the back of his neck and looking away. “You can come with next time.” You stated, sensing his shame. The small ears atop his head perked up, a lazy grin spreading on his face. “Yes please.” He responded, a light pink forming on his cheeks.

Eventually the two of you unpacked all of the things you bought. The second you were done Namjoon tugged at your sleeve. Wordlessly, you let him pull you along to wherever he wanted to go. He brought you to your bedroom, laying you down onto your bed. “Sleep.” He mumbled, nosing at your throat and laying down onto your chest. Your hand instinctively rose to his head, scratching at his scalp lightly. You felt a low rumble coming from Namjoon, at first you thought he was just clearing his throat, but then it hit you. “Namu are you purring?” You asked. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “I didn’t know bears could purr.” You chuckled, pleasantly surprised by the discovery. “It doesn’t happen often, but it is possible.” He muttered, nuzzling further into your skin. You grabbed one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Slowly you brought it up to your face, placing a gentle peck onto his knuckles. His purring abruptly stopped. “Is this okay?” You asked, your heart dropping at the prospect of making him uncomfortable. He didn’t reply verbally, only placing a soft kiss onto the bare skin of your collarbone, his purrs resuming twice as loud.

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