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Intersect, Part 10 + Epilogue | KNJ

Intersect, Part 10 + Epilogue

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut; NSFW

Word count: 9K+ words

Warnings: office banter; so-much-freaking-angst; excessive cussing; pining; missed opportunities; bickering; emotional outbursts; crack; airport chase; vulnerable confessions; fluff; hints of long-distance relationship; smut; fingering; mutual self-pleasure; breast play; nipple play; unprotected sex (don't do this); hair-pulling; praise kink; dirty talk; riding; creampie

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: So...here it is! It's quite the ride! I cannot believe this is the end. I'd like to thank Dee @deepseavibez and my sister--who is my number one offline enabler! You've both been super supportive as I ran ideas past you and sent snippets. I so appreciate all of your feedback and helping me create such a fun and sexy AU. Thank you for allowing me to scream with you about--what's probably one of my favorite fics that I've written so far! 🥰

As you might be able to tell, I love all the guys but I'm an absolute hoe for NamKook. Please enjoy and as always, please leave me feedback! It will come in handy in my next fic 😉 And now--it's wine o'clock! 🍷

Term/acronym notes:

TSA: The Transportation Security Administration is an agency of the United States Department of Homeland Security that has authority over the security of transportation systems within, and connecting to the United States.

The Met: The Metropolitan Museum of Art of New York City, colloquially "the Met", is the largest art museum in the Western Hemisphere. Its permanent collection contains over two million works, divided among 17 curatorial departments.

In math, lines are defined as straight, one-dimensional figures that continue infinitely in opposite directions.

Lines often meet or cross each other at a single point or sometimes known as the point of intersection. After straight lines intersect, there is no way for them to cross each other at another point. They would just continue on, going their separate directions–never to meet again, unless you go past the unknown confines of the plot area and given other variables involved.

However, if one of those lines were curved, that curvilinear line may cross the other at two or more points, much like how a river crosses multiple state or regional borders.

An intersection curve consists of the common points of two transversal intersecting surfaces, meaning that at any common point the surface norms are not parallel. And although the lines would not cross that same first point, the fact remained–they would meet again at a different one. 

******

“Are you sure you’ve got it?” You look at your brother pointedly after you run through all of your final reminders for the Nth time in the last couple days.

“Yes, Noona.” He rolls his eyes while sitting on your couch, playing his video game. Jungkook already had a few scheduled job interviews in the next two days. One was with a locally-based animation studio that produced internationally-acclaimed movies and the other with a social media conglomerate.

“Okay. Can you pause that and repeat everything that I just told you.” You called out from your kitchen. It was going to be the last few times you’d be cooking in this space–at least until you leave home for a year the following day. You check the oven for the bo ssam that you have been roasting since this morning.

Jungkook sighs in annoyance. “Rent is due every 30th of the month, unless it’s February. Call the building manager if the plumbing acts up again. No loud music, no parties, and…” he pauses while scrunching his nose to remember your final reminder.

You look up and turn around after you set the roasting pan on the counter.

“Jungkook–the last point is the most important.”

“Uhh…no girls?”

You sighed. “Nobody cares if you bring a harem here–as long as you clean up after yourself and stay safe.”

He grimaces. “Uhm…” You see his eyes wander while he racks his brain for the answer.

You groaned then pointed wryly to the exhaust fan above the stove.

“Ahh!” He finally remembers. “Always turn the fan on when cooking or the smoke alarm won’t shut up,” he grins proudly.

You nodded. “Good.”

He quits his game and walks over to the breakfast counter, leaning on it and watching you prepare the sides for your dinner. “You know I’ll be fine, right, Noona? I mean…I fended for myself at university for years. Just…trees and nature. What difference would the big city make?”

Since you’d only be gone for a year and your apartment was actually rent-controlled, you didn’t want to just let it go. So you managed to convince your brother to move into your place–to maintain the upkeep and to open himself up to opportunities in the city.

He decided to jump into the workforce and eventually enroll in grad school if the situation called for it–especially for career advancement.

You told him you’d pay the rent since you’d practically be making bank in a few months but Jungkook being who he is, said that once he got a full-time job, he’d take care of the bills. He’s always tried to be self-sufficient.

“I know you’ll be fine. I’m just–me, I guess. I worry about you all the time,” you admitted.

“Nothing to worry about,” he shrugs. “I have a new home for now–thanks to you. I’m also getting a job soon, hopefully. While you, on the other hand, will be jetting off around the world. If anything, I should worry about you, Noona.”

You chuckled. “I’ll be okay, Kookie. Besides, I’ll try to get home every fourth week–or every other month, at the very least. Haejin was completely fine with that.”

There was a palpable energy in the room. Many unspoken words and emotions still hung in the air–even after you had screamed and yelled out many of them at him this weekend. You wanted him to hear and feel your pain. In the end, you were none the wiser.

While you absently arranged the side-dishes, you felt your brother’s hands envelop you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, sighing into your ear. He was much taller than you–and he reminded you of that often. But it was moments like this where he didn’t mind making himself small again.

“I’m sorry, Noona.” He wanted to make things better for you. He had been lighthearted about this whole situation–until you arrived back at your place.

Your palm patted his cheek lovingly. “It’s not your fault, Kookie.” 

“I wished things had turned out differently,” he murmurs softly.

You touched your head closer to his. “Yeah...you and me both,” you smile sadly.

You stood like that for seconds until you felt one of his arms reach around you and spot it pinching a piece off the roast to shove it in his mouth. He hums enthusiastically in appreciation. “C’mon, Noona. Let’s kill this bo ssam before it gets too cold!”

He pulls away from you, gives you a kiss on the cheek before grabbing the heavy dish and bringing it to the dining table.

******

“Very good insights, Jimin. Not only are your recommendations on the preliminary findings strongly supported by your quantitative analysis but I really love how you tied it in with the organization’s mission and vision. I’d be shocked if the client didn’t seriously take any of these suggestions to heart to make changes to their program.”

Jimin gives a quick bow then smiles proudly. “Thank you, director-nim. I learned from the best,” he says with a sweet crinkle in his eyes.

Celina beams at how much your guidance has impacted your team’s research approach and writing. If you had stuck around longer, she could only dream about how many more junior staff you’d be able to mentor.

“I miss her, too, Jimin,” she says earnestly.

Jimin proceeds to take his seat as Mirai gives him a smile and reassuringly squeezes his shoulder. Celina runs through the rest of the agenda items for the next half hour before she dismisses everybody.

“Alright–great work, everyone, as always. And please, don’t forget that we have a couple new candidates for our philanthropic efforts area who are scheduled to come in for interviews next week.”

Jimin and Mirai’s heads shoot up at the sound of that. It’s only been a couple days and there are already a couple of nibbles after your position was posted publicly for applicants.

“I know that Jisoo sent everyone the seminar reminders so, please, please attend the job talk in-person, if you can. I’m opening it up to mid-level and junior staff this year so we can really get some good input from everyone. We want the best–or at least someone close to it,” she says in a semi-resigned tone.

Everyone murmurs in agreement before they start to file out of the conference room.

“Namjoon?”

He halts his steps and looks back at her after she calls out to him.

“A word, please?”

He nods and walks up to the head of the table where she remained seated. She prompts him to take the seat adjacent to her and waits until they are completely alone.

She looks up at him from her cat-eye rimmed glasses. “So…let’s talk about your presentation.”

He groans and sighs. “I apologize. I know that it sounded a bit…uninspired–”

“I think the terms you’re looking for are ‘robotic’ and/or ‘lifeless’.”

Namjoon grimaces then shifts uncomfortably. “Ah–honestly, I’ve just been tired and I was trying to put several fires out today–I just didn’t prepare enough. That’s my bad and I promise to fix that before the final run-through next week.”

Celina paused while regarding him intently. She then slides her glasses off, sets them on the table then sighs. 

“Namjoon-ah, if I may?”

In many ways, he had looked up to Celina as a valuable mentor in the last few years and has learned many things about the business in their years of working together. For Celina, as much as Namjoon learned from her, she learned a few things from him as well. They both had mutual respect for the other.

“We’ve worked together a long time, correct?”

He nods.

“And after all these years, we’ve developed a certain level of trust, wouldn’t you agree?”

He nods again.

She turns and angles her chair to face Namjoon directly. She gave him a warm smile and a look–not as a superior to her subordinate but more of an older sister trying to have a conversation with a younger brother. She sighs softly before she begins. “Look…I know that we may not have the same relationship as you do with Hoseok but I’d like to think that you’d still listen to my advice, unsolicited or not.”

Namjoon knew what this was about. He was obviously dragging this weight around ever since he got back to the city from one of the shittiest weekends ever. He braced himself.

“You know…sometimes the best answers aren’t necessarily the most educated ones,” she looks at him pointedly.

He looks at her quizzically.

“And you don’t always have to go with the most logical, most sound decision,” she continues.

This was getting to be too much for him. He spent the rest of the weekend sulking–as if he hadn’t already received a good verbal lashing from you. “Celina–I know where you’re getting at.”

“No, Namjoon. You don’t. Because otherwise, you wouldn’t be sitting here in front of me right now.”

He scrunches his face in confusion. “Huh? I’m–we have a client briefing? Where else would I need to be?”

“I mean…you shouldn’t have given her up that easily.”

Namjoon sighs then hangs his head. “I…I tried, Celina. But–I think I was just too late,” he says quietly.

“Then you didn’t try hard enough,” she says sternly.

He shook his head. “She’s done with me, noona. And she’s leaving today. I can’t–-”

“Why would you do such a thing, Joon?”

He puffed out his cheeks and blew out a breath. “I did it because I didn’t want to be selfish. I didn’t want a repeat of what happened with Mayumi. I just kept doing what I wanted without asking her if it was what she actually wanted. With YN… you know, I’m ahead of the curve,” he shrugs. “I don’t have to make her wait around for years to realize that she could be doing something else.”

Celina furrows her brows. “Well, that’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.”

Namjoon leans back on his chair, taken aback by his superior’s blunt language.

She nodded. “You heard me. And I bet you she told you the same thing–or something to that effect.”

He didn’t argue–because she was right. In an effort to keep history from repeating itself, he inadvertently brought it with him to the present instead. It wasn’t the outcome that he had intended.

“What have you always said, Namjoon-ah? You know, whenever you talk to new-hires or when you mentor younger staff–what do you tell them?”

“Don’t confine yourself to a box.”

“Don’t confine yourself to a box,” Celina echoes slowly.

He sighs then laughs humorlessly. “I just let her go–how is that confining her into a box?”

“We’re not talking about her,” she says gently before leaning back against her seat, her eyes glued to him.

He sits there, eyes wide, mouth hanging open before he chuckles. “Celina, I am not–”

She shuts down his protests. “All these years, you repeat it like a mantra and yet here you are–boxing yourself in. You’re haunted by your past, Namjoon. I get it. You hurt somebody that you loved before and now you want to punish yourself–thinking you don’t deserve another chance. You’re not being fair to yourself.”

He flexed his jaw. “I figured I could get by just fine–kind of like you. You’ve always been able to keep a straight face–after what happened to you and Yoongi before.”

She laughed out loud. “You make it seem as if it was a walk in the park!”

“Wasn’t it? I mean–doesn’t it get easier? Eventually?”

She groaned. Women were built differently than men were. Women experience more pain in their lifetime compared to men, especially during their reproductive years. It wasn’t just a sad fact of life but it was scientific as well. Studies have found that the female body has a more intense natural response to painful stimuli, indicating a difference between genders in the way pain systems function. Biologically, researchers have also pointed out that a greater nerve density present in women may cause them to feel pain more intensely than men.

“No, Namjoon. The pain dissipates but–it’s always there. Especially when that pain is–earth-shatteringly unforgettable.”

Namjoon’s eyes flick downwards.

“I tried–I really did. And I thought I was fine…until…he was back in my life again. All of a sudden I–I just couldn’t help but yearn for him again. And even though I kept trying to talk my brain out of it–my heart just kept pulling me back towards him.”

At that point, Namjoon wondered if Celina ever knew about your fling with Yoongi…or if he had ever told her. And perhaps, even if she knew, maybe she didn’t really care at that point any longer since she got him back in the end.

“Do you want to be with her?”

Namjoon buries his face in his hands. “Yes,” he finally says after a long pause.

“Then go and be with her!” she exclaims.

“But what if–”

“Deal with the what-ifs as they come, Namjoon. This isn’t like a program or code that you and Hobi run all the time that spits out a predictive pattern of what the next few days or years would look like. Love is unpredictable. There’s no pattern to it. It just is.”

Namjoon looks up at her with determination but a hint of uncertainty. “I…I wouldn’t even know where to begin,” he says sullenly.

“Well–I’d start off by revisiting that generous benefits package that we gave to you when you got hired. You’ve been with us a while…When’s the last time you took a break?”

******

You give your brother a big hug before you go through the security line. It was a good three hours before your flight–a bit excessive, he thought, but he’d be damned if he ever tried to contradict you when it came to air travel logistics. “Thank you, Kookie.” 

He hums into your shoulder. “You’re welcome. Please call me when you get there, okay?”

You nod and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Love you, butthead. And stay out of trouble!”

He snickers. “Love you, too, Noona.”

He watches while you make your way through the winding nylon-strapped barricades. Although it wasn’t too crowded by your standards, you always tried to get to the airport two hours before your flight to quell some pre-boarding jitters.

After the TSA agent checks your identification and boarding pass, he waves you past the barricade to get on a line to set your personal items and carry-on luggage onto a conveyor belt before walking through the body scanner.

“Please make sure that you empty your pockets. If you have large, electronic devices, put them in their own trays before pushing them through the machine to scan,” the TSA agent announces to all travelers.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You look around making sure that he wasn’t addressing anybody else. You look up at the agent and point to yourself. “Me?”

“Yes. Are you sure you want to hang on to that?”

You look at where his attention is directed at and find that you were still hanging on to your phone.

“Oh, oops!” You then turn it off and tuck it into your purse that was already in one of the trays headed to the conveyor belt. You murmur your apologies and the security staff gives you a small smile–it was a relatively normal occurrence.

******

“C’mon, YN…pick up. Pick up!” Namjoon mutters while he holds his phone to his ear as he paces back and forth in front of the office building, waiting for his rideshare.

His calls to you kept going straight to voicemail and he starts to panic thinking that he’s completely missed his chance. Before he headed downstairs, he asked Jimin and Mirai if they knew anything about your itinerary–and although each of them had their own reservations about him, they were honest with him and told him that they had no idea.

When the car finally arrives in front of him, he gets in, while dialing your number a few more times.

******

You stood behind a few people, with your socks on the questionably gray carpet. One traveler had apparently packed all of the liquids imaginable in his carry-on luggage. You rolled your eyes as you watched him empty out each container.

Just before this one, another person had brought, erm…some ‘special electronics’ that showed up prominently on the scan. Once the agents pulled their luggage out of the line to open it for inspection, they found that the items in question contained multiple, disposable lithium-ion batteries.

You were embarrassed for them, admittedly. On the other hand, you were glad that you had the presence of mind to check-in your own ‘special electronics’. If someone had to inspect your things, at least you wouldn’t be standing there with hundreds of people staring.

You finally walk through the body scanner. As you step off the platform, you wait a few seconds while they review the image. You are then waved off by the security staff to proceed and retrieve your things. After you put your shoes back on and sling your backpack and purse on your shoulder, you turn around once more and wave goodbye to your brother–who stands on the other side of the glass before you head off to your flight’s boarding gate.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Namjoon curses at his phone–then he suddenly gets an idea. He dials a number on his phone.

As Jungkook pivots and prepares to leave, his phone rings. He fishes it out of his pocket and knits his brows as he makes out the caller ID. Principle compels him to reject the call. But empathy propelled him to push the green button to answer.

“Hyung?”

******

The gate was still empty when you arrived. You parked yourself by a counter and set up your laptop to check emails. Indeed, there were already a few from Haejin and KimCorp’s HR team welcoming you with some onboarding documents.

While you get lost in reviewing them, you didn’t even realize that you forgot to turn your phone back on.

******

“Yes, but–couldn’t we just reason with them and tell them I just need a few minutes?” Namjoon rambled.

He then turns to Jungkook. “Or, or–maybe we can tell her to come back out?”

Jungkook shakes his head slowly. “Oh, hyung–you’re talking about asking YN-noona to come out after she’s gone through that security line from hell?” He shudders, eyes laced with a tinge of fear.

Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “Any luck with her cell?”

Jungkook grimaces. “She must not have turned it back on after getting past security check,” he says as he attempts to dial your number again–which, to no surprise, goes straight to voicemail. Again.

Namjoon mutters to himself then turns his attention to the ticketing agent standing behind the counter. “Are there any more flights to New York City scheduled to leave within the next couple hours?”

“Sir–I’m really sorry, but those flights are sold out today. It's summertime so–it’s a bit of a busy season. Might I suggest a different flight?” The ticketing agent says apologetically.

Namjoon groans and buries his head into the crook of his elbow while he leaned onto the counter for support.

The ticketing agent takes pity on him. “We can get you a refundable ticket? If…if you just want to get in there?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows lift and he turns to Namjoon. “What do you say, hyung?”

He looks up. “Fine. Give me one ticket to whatever cheapest destination that you have.” He says as he pulls his wallet out.

“Just one? You hold me up at the airport and I don’t get to see how this plays out?” Jungkook says with a slight pout.

Namjoon sighs. “Two tickets, please.”

The agent types into her computer then looks up at both men after the results turn up on her screen. “I assume neither of you have your passports currently?”

Both men shook their heads.

“Okay, but you have your driver’s license or a state-issued ID, right?”

Both men nodded.

“So...I have two tickets to Las Vegas.” She looks at them pointedly.

“Sounds like fun!” Jungkook says excitedly.

Namjoon gives Jungkook a wry look.

“I mean–you know–if we were actually going,” he mumbles to himself.

******

Seconds after they get through the security line, they run around haphazardly across the terminal.

“Jungkook-ah, do you remember which gate she was at?”

“Sorry, hyung–my memory is not very good under stress,” he winces. “I think–she said–A30?”

“Fuuuuckk–I forgot how many gates were in this terminal!” Namjoon barks as they run, then stop to look around each gate, trying to find out if you’d be there. 

“...Or—was it B30?”

Namjoon freezes then whips his head around at Jungkook. “Did you say ‘B’? Jungkook–’B’ means she could be in the next terminal! Meaning we have to take a tram there!” He yells in a panic.

Jungkook flinches and Namjoon realizes that he was projecting his own frustration at the one person who was trying to help him.

“I–I’m sorry, Jungkookie. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just–”

“I know, hyung.”

Namjoon sinks down, his full weight sitting on his hamstrings. “I really fucked it up with her, didn’t I?”

Jungkook mirrors Namjoon’s position. “Hey–it ain’t over ‘til it’s over, hyung. When have you ever backed down when it came to her?”

He looks at the younger one in curiosity.

Jungkook chuckles. “For two years, I’ve listened to her bitch about you. Almost every night…without fail. ‘Namjoon this, Namjoon that–Fuck him!,’” he mocks your voice. “You were like a puzzle she couldn’t crack. It drove her absolutely nuts! Then–when I finally got to know you, I realized that,” he snickers, “You were basically the same…like lines running parallel against one another. All you needed was to…tilt a little bit to make contact.”

Namjoon lets his words sink in. He didn’t realize how deeply Jungkook felt. He knew at that moment that he had to try. It was a shot in the dark but he had to try. He had to.

Jungkook rises and stretches his hand out to help Namjoon up. “C’mon, hyung. It’s a good thing noona likes to get to the airport extra early. We could still catch her.”

Namjoon takes his hand and straightens up. “I guess. Otherwise, if this doesn’t work out, at least we’ll have flight vouchers to Vegas?”

Jungkook shrugs as they proceed to walk through the terminal, checking each subsequent gate they pass.

******

You had since moved to a corner of your boarding gate as a couple began to argue while you tried to work quietly on your laptop. You stuck your headphones in and continued to plug away at your emails that kept coming in.

“This is not gonna work, Jungkook,” Namjoon says. “I just saw on one of the monitors that one of the flights to New York City had just finished boarding–”

“Don’t lose faith, hyung–we’ll find her!”

“I don’t know, I don’t know–I’m just–I can’t think.” He looks up and sees that they are only halfway through the terminal and there are about 10 more gates down the line.

Jungkook sees him crumbling in frustration at the sight of how much further they have to go. In an act of desperation, Jungkook takes a deep breath…then screams at the top of his lungs. 

“YN-noonaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Seconds later, several people peek out of a few gates to see what the commotion was about.

You faintly hear something that sounded like an alarm or a screech through your noise-canceling headphones but thought nothing of it until you saw some passengers from your boarding gate rush over to the center of the terminal aisle.

Thinking it was an emergency and coupled with your intense fear of missing out, you get up from your corner and walk towards where people started to crowd, craning your neck to take a look.

You gasped in horror as you spotted two knuckleheads standing in the middle of the terminal, blindly searching through the crowd.

You were mortified and seriously considered getting back into your corner and pretending that you did not know these people. But as soon as you lock eyes with your brother, you see him tug at Namjoon’s jacket to call his attention and murmur something to him. 

“I think that worked out well, look!” He looks pleased with himself while he points right at you.

You cursed under your breath. “Why me?”

Namjoon turns around, along with hordes of other people, to see you standing at Gate A33, looking like daggers were about to shoot out of your eyes.

“Now it’s your turn, Namjoon-hyung,” he says while patting him on the shoulder as onlookers start to disperse.

******

Jungkook left you and Namjoon to talk in a quiet corner in a recently emptied gate. There was at least another hour before your flight was scheduled to begin boarding. You sat side by side, him facing you, while you looked straight ahead.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, Namjoon.” You said under your breath.

You weren’t sure how you’d live this embarrassment down. Thankfully you were able to explain yourselves to airport security and made up an excuse saying that your brother had a rare illness that made him prone to sudden emotional outbursts. Once they were able to deduce that neither of you were armed nor had any questionable histories, they let you all off with a stern warning.

“Please–I just need you to listen for a minute. If you think I’m still full of shit, I will carry you to the boarding gate myself.”

You sighed deeply before you turned your head in his direction. After tense emotions from last weekend, you weren’t sure what else to expect from him. You were still feeling raw and emotional since your outburst. Truthfully, you were anxious about what he had to say. You weren’t sure how much more emotional trauma you could handle before a cross-country flight.

“YN, I fucked up. You were right…I saw all of the similar signs from last time and alarm bells just went off in my head. It freaked me out. I thought that I was trying to protect us both from getting hurt. After all that, we got hurt anyway.”

He looks up at you and seeing as he still holds your attention, he continues.

“Somebody knocked some sense into me–practically bashed me over the head with it…repeatedly.”

He sees a ghost of a smile on your face. That modest reaction from you already makes his heart swell tenfold. It propels him forward.

“I spend a lot of time trying to make smart decisions. Logical determinations. I use the same problem-solving approach as I do in all of my data analysis, and apply it to my real life. Many times, I get too caught up in the details and miss the big picture.”

The irony wasn’t lost on you. This same man who appreciated Georges Seurat’s paintings–would rather spend all of his energy examining a cluster of dots rather than stepping back to view the portrait as a whole.

“I’d be staring up at the trees–when I really should have been looking at the whole forest.”

Your eyes softened but you didn’t lower your guard completely. You were still hurt by what he did.

He rubs his moist palms onto his pant legs. “Sorry–I’m…I’m just nervous.” His lids flick downwards. You affected him just as much as he affected you.

“It’s okay. You can…keep talking to me about trees…or pictures,” you gently urged him. 

He slowly peers up at you from between loose strands that lightly brushed over his eyelashes when he blinked. After a beat, he found the strength to hold your gaze. “I love you, YN.”

It took all of your energy not to slap him then–but at the same time you also wanted to grab his face and kiss him. Your breath hitched and you bit your lip at his declaration. You still loved him–you never really stopped. But you were in an incredibly difficult position.

“Namjoon–”

“I knew it right when I got on that plane to come see you. I’ve never done anything so impulsive in my life. You…make me feel all of these things and because of that, I can’t think straight.”

He leaned in closer to you. “But I don’t mind it all because…I’m crazy about you. Screw logic and practicality. You make me happy. And I know I hurt you–because I’m a huge idiot. But I promise to make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

He was making an earnest plea and you could see that he meant every word. But the fact remained–you had a flight to catch and a new job that you had to learn. 

“Namjoonie…you know this doesn’t change things just like that, right? I’m…I’m still leaving and taking this job. I’m going to be away for most of the year–”

“I know,” he replies.

Your eyebrows flick up at him. “So–you’d be okay with long-distance?”

“No,” he says simply.

Your face twisted in confusion. “Then…how would you make this up to me?”

“I’ll come with you.”

Now you were really confused. “H-how?”

“See, this is where Logical Namjoon comes in,” he says with a knowing smile.

“I put in my papers for a sabbatical–Celina suggested it.”

Your eyes widen at his revelation. 

“I’m just waiting for HR to approve it–which they will. I just have to take a few weeks to make arrangements to cover my projects and–”

“Wait,” you interject. He had told you about how Mayumi resented him for holding her back from her ambitions and essentially feeling forced to move her life around.

“I–I don’t want you to make all of these changes for me. Because then I’d feel guilty about you trying to mold your life to fit mine.”

He shakes his head adamantly before reaching out tentatively to take your hand. “This is different. You didn’t ask me to do this. I made this choice. And I choose to be with you, YN.”

Your hand squeezes his in reaction. “Joonie, I…I don’t know what to say.” For once, in all your years of bickering with him, you were at a loss for words.

“Tell me you want to be with me, too? Otherwise, I’ll run out into the tarmac and just have one of those planes run me over,” he chuckles nervously.

You stared at him for a beat then smacked him on his chest. “God, of course, I want to be with you!”

He beams at you, both dimples in full display. “Really?”

You nodded.

“Then c’mere and kiss me then,” he says cheekily.

You respond to his sudden smugness with a cocked eyebrow and matching scowl.

He dropped his voice so only you could hear. “Keep looking at me like that and see what happens.”

Your face heated up under his gaze and you instinctively pressed your thighs together. Swallowing hard, you quickly glance over to where your brother stood–he was a fair distance away, distracted by his phone. “You wouldn’t dare–”

His brow quirks before his eyes dart over to the gender-neutral bathroom in the corner. “Wouldn’t I?”

You bit the inside of your cheek to refocus. “While that is incredibly tempting…” Your brows quirk up and your eyes flick over to where your brother was, still busy scrolling through on his phone.

Namjoon smiled. “I can hop on a plane in a couple days? Spend the weekend with you?”

You exhale sharply. “That’s all great, Joon. And believe me, there’s nothing that I want more than to be with you right this second…”

“But?” He asks carefully.

“But–I want to make sure that this is what you really want. We’ve…we’ve said words to each other before this. Words that we can’t take back,” you stare at him intently.

“I know. But it still doesn’t change how I feel.”

“Neither does it change how I feel,” you quickly added to assure him. “But like you said, you don’t want to make snap decisions. You have to carefully consider everything.”

He nods. “I have. And–every angle, every possibility I’ve thought of…still includes you.”

Your heart soars. Days ago, this same man brought you to tears. It pained you to still have some leftover doubts from how everything had gone down.

But he was here in front of you, breaking every self-preservation rule he’s ever set for himself. It counted for something—and you weren’t about to disregard that.

He smiles earnestly. “How ‘bout this? If you’re okay with it, I’ll book a flight…I’ll stay for a weekend–we can talk some more.” His thumb works circles around your hand that he still held. “I know that one conversation won’t fix everything–”

“But it’s a start,” you finish with a smile.

“Yes, it is,” he agrees. “We’ll take it slow–whatever’s comfortable–”

Your eyebrow quirks up. “Now you say you want to take it slow? You? Who basically just threatened me with a bathroom quickie minutes ago?”

He laughs heartily. That low, sexy rumble from within his chest that you missed. “Can’t blame me for being a romantic,” he teases.

Right then, you hear your flight being called to board on the loudspeaker.

******

After giving him a lecture about public embarrassment, you give your brother another hug goodbye before turning to your tall human, who cups your face in his hands and kisses you softly. When he pulls away, he sighs, then presses his forehead against yours.

“I’ll see you soon,” you say.

He groans. “Four days will be torture.”

You smiled cheekily while you rested your hands on his chest. “I’ll call you when I get to the condo.”

“Okay,” He nodded.

“Just…” you paused for a beat, thinking of what to say before you headed back to the boarding gate. “Hurry up and get back to me, okay?”

He smiles warmly. “I’ll be back in your arms before you know it.” The butterflies in your belly flutter while you watch his dimples sink deeper into his cheeks. “I love you.”

“Love you.” You gave him another quick peck before you backed away from him to walk closer to the entranceway to the jet bridge.

Unlike the last time that you walked away from him, this time held a bit more promise. There were still a lot of things that you had to feel out together. A lot of unknowns…a lot of possible unknown variables. But one thing was sure–was that you’d figure them out together.

******

Namjoon arrived after the end of a busy first week for you. Between the jet-lag and all of the new information that you had to learn, you just wanted to take it easy. You didn’t want Namjoon to feel like he had to stay with you, especially since he’d been talking about exploring the new collection from The Arts of Korea exhibit at The Met.

“I’m telling you, I’m perfectly fine staying in with you–as long as you don’t mind.”

You smiled while you were both sprawled on the couch in your sweats, with the TV on. You sat on one end with your head leaning back on the arm rest, your knees folded up comfortably against your chest while he was on the opposite end with his legs stretched over the ottoman.

You chuckled. “This must be killing your extravert energy.”

He laughs before taking both your ankles, stretching your legs and propping them on his thighs.

“I’m comfortable. That’s all that matters,” he smiles. “Did you have a good day, at least?”

You nodded. It was a trying few days and at the end of each one, he called to check in with you, saying words of encouragement and reassuring you that this was just first-week jitters.

You hummed while he rubbed your tired legs soothingly. “I missed you,” you said softly as you leaned your head on the cushion to the side.

He smiled at you. “You did?” You nodded and closed your eyes as he kneaded your sore calves gently. “That feels nice,” you sighed.

Like clockwork, you feel a twitch by where your feet rested. Your eyes fly open to find him shifting uncomfortably.

You giggled and withdrew your feet from his lap while he readjusted himself.

“Uhm–are you okay?”

He sighs, glancing at his straining hardon, seemingly at a loss. “Sorry. Just need a minute.”

“Since when are you shy all of a sudden?” You teased.

“Since we talked about taking it slow,” he reminds you.

You sit for a few seconds in awkward silence, while you steal glances at him. “D-do you need help? Ice, maybe?” you suggest off-handedly.

“Nah, no–I’m…I’m fine,” he says as he pulls his legs off the ottoman to try and hide the distraction.

You leaned back on the couch, watching him intently while he kept his eyes glued to the TV screen.

A ghost of a smile plays at your lips and you shift from your position on the couch.

Somehow, Namjoon sees you out of the corner of his eye. “W-what are you doing?”

He watches while your hand is down past your waistband, moving subtly underneath the material.

“What do you think?” You answer his question with another, your voice already coated with surging arousal. Your hand moves in a pattern familiar only to you–circling, rubbing.

Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off you while your own eyes rolled to the back of your head, lolling from the pleasure from your own ministrations.

“I…I thought we were going to take it slow?” He says almost inaudibly.

You moaned softly. “We said nothing about touching ourselves.” Your breath hitches as you dip two of your fingers to your cunt, using your own slick to pleasure yourself further.

Before he knew it, he was pulling himself out from his own sweats, stroking himself. Your mouth started to water uncontrollably.

“You said you missed me,” he rasped.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly as you started to grind your hips against your palm.

“I missed you, too…a lot,” he gives the tip of his cock a squeeze. “I miss being inside you.”

You feel your panties soak through. You lift your hips and slide your sweats and panties off, tossing them wherever–you’d worry about it tomorrow.

“Fuck,” he hisses out while he watches you spread your thighs in front of him, picking up where you left off.

You clench your teeth while you continue to massage your clit while he looks on. You couldn’t pull your eyes off him either–watching the tip of his cock engulfed in his palm. The combination of rubbing and squeezing brought a flush to his face, while he groaned in pleasure. You pressed your thighs together as your free hand slid up your t-shirt to rub over your aching breasts. 

Your legs relax and knees fall to your sides in a lewd way, giving him a full view.

“Is that what I do to you?” He asks.

You played coy even though you were absolutely hot for him at this moment. “Sometimes, yes.”

He smirked. “This is what you do to me–all the time.” He cupped his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. You salivated further at the visual.

You alternated sliding your fingers into your core, curling your fingers up, massaging that ache–wishing it was his dick instead.

Oddly, you found it intimate–as intimate as when he was inside you, maybe more so because you were both wide open and on display. Your pleasures reflected in each other.

“Fuck taking it slow,” you finally blurted out. You then moved quickly–almost at the speed of light to where he sat, to straddle his hips.

You caught his mouth in a lush, deep kiss. You pushed your fingers into his hair to hold him still while he kissed you back, his tongue sliding along yours.

Pulling away, you pull your shirt and bra off quickly while you watch him pull his own hoodie off and toss it away. You lift yourself slightly while your hand reaches below to line him up to your center. Slowly, you sank into him.

His head lolls to the back of the couch, his mouth goes slack while you take him in deeper. Once you took him to the hilt, you gripped his shoulders. Your hips moved off their own volition, instinct was taking over. Your thighs clench and release while you focus only on the moment–reclaiming his body…and his heart.

His arms banded around you possessively—holding you in place, halting your movements, taking you by surprise. He leans forward once more, until your lips touch.

Irritated and impatient, you gasped, “Why are you stopping—“

His expression hardens. He knew you wanted to cum, badly. “No, baby…we said, slow,” he says lazily against your mouth.

His voice commanded authority—the same voice he reserved to object or argue during meetings—it was a warning to others that it would be a tactical mistake to challenge him…which you frequently ignored. This time, you were all too willing to pay attention.

He hitched his hips, rubbing against you. The friction of his thickness surging and grinding into you was too much for you to stay still for too long. You bucked your hips in perfect sync with his leisurely movements. Your senses fully spiked with arousal.

He worked you with his cock, exploiting friction, changing angles and depth of penetration. The nuances of his skill were evident whenever he watched you writhe beneath him. For now, he was only focused on the sensations he stoked in your body. You were definitely feeling him now.

He was always so attuned to your body despite all of that time that passed when you were apart. A whimper escaped your lips, mouth suddenly parched at the promise of an orgasm while he fucked you slowly and raw. 

“That’s it,” he murmured, “Keep rubbing your cunt against me like that.”

“Fuck…Joon…” Your hands were gliding all over his chest and shoulders, your body arching and grinding into his. 

“Oh, shit–you’re close…I can feel it.” His breathing, equally becoming labored as he feels your walls clench repeatedly around him.

Damn him for being so familiar with how your body worked.

You came again with a long and drawn-out moan, the tension breaking in a rush of relief.

His mouth covered yours, drinking in the sounds that you made as you jerked on top of him. You clutched his hair, kissing him hard while you rode out the rest of your high.

Somewhere between catching your breath and coming out of your orgasmic haze, you felt yourself lift off the couch. Were you flying? What was going on?

Next thing you knew, your back hit the plush covers on your bed.

He sits back on his heels and watches you for a moment, waiting for you to come back to your senses. You blink up a couple of times at him.

He then taps on your knees gently. “Open up,” he ordered.

Your pulse quickened as you obeyed him, allowing your thighs to fall open. The feeling of vulnerability under his piercing gaze was so intense. You were absolutely entranced.

He stroked a finger through your folds, gliding teasingly over your clit. “You like that?” he asked softly.

Your belly quivered at the rasp in his voice. You shivered as the tip of his finger circled the clenching opening. “Hmm…yes.”

Eyes dancing with delight, he slid a finger ever-so-slowly inside. He made a low purring noise and caught his lower lip between his teeth, a purely erotic look as he watched your face contort in pleasure.

The pleasure of his touch spread, tightening that familiar knot in your stomach and hardening your nipples. You clutched your bare breasts in your hands, squeezing them as they swelled.

His finger went deeper. Heat swept over your skin like a fever. Hovering over you, he placed one hand on the mattress and lowered his mouth to yours. His thumb pressed against your clit and rubbed expertly, massaging you inside and out.

He nipped at your jaw, then moved to your chest, nudging your hands aside with his lips. He claimed your nipple in a gentle bite, his mouth surrounding the tender peak and sucking softly. The ache he created within you was so sharp.

“More, please” you gasped, needing his pleasure as much as your own.

“Always so greedy, huh,” he murmured, his mouth curving in a wicked smile against my skin.

You groaned in frustration. “I want your cock inside me, now.”

“As you should.” He dragged his mouth across your chest and curled his tongue around your other nipple, flickering teasingly over it until it ached for suction.

Your body writhed as you rode his finger shamelessly. He added two more and you dug your heels in, arching up to meet his thrusts. “Joon, please…I want you.”

He sat up again, and you finally got a full view of him in all his glory. You were slightly disappointed when he only allowed you to ogle at him for a few seconds before crawling up to you to push his cock deep within you.

Then in one swift move, he rolls you both over until you were on top once more.

“C’mon, YN…you wanted it so badly…ride it.” He was throwing the gauntlet–which you were all-too-willing to pick up this time.

Rolling your hips, you relished the feel of him filling you so perfectly. No shame, no regrets as you worked yourself into a frenzy on his cock, adjusting the angle so that tip rubbed right where you needed it. He sits up, also unable to just lay back and watch.

“You’re so beautiful. Mine,” He gripped the back of your neck in one hand and your hips in the other, arching his hips to push a little deeper. Squeezing and plumping your flesh. 

“Yes, yours,” you rasped.

He drags his lips from the crook of your neck then up to your mouth, catching your ragged breaths and exchanging them with his own.

“Ahh…fuck. Don’t stop, baby…don’t stop,” he groaned into your mouth.

You didn’t think you could. Your thighs burned but you kept at it, his own thrusts meeting yours, coaxing each other’s climaxes to break through the surface.

His pleasure meant so much to you, because it was real and raw. Before you got together, he always struck you as somebody controlled and methodical especially when he dealt with you. Now, he couldn’t hold back with you any longer because he wanted you beyond reason. Weeks without you and he was understandably undone.

You felt him throbbing within you. A ragged sound tore from his throat, signaling how close he was.

And, boy—was he close. His face flushed and his lips parted with gasping breaths. Sweat misted his brow. Your excitement mounted along with his. He was completely at your mercy, all logic and reason out the door, replaced with the visceral need to cum, uttering dirty, sexy things in your ear about what he was going to do to you the next time he fucked you.

You whimpered as everything tightened, the tension building up from the deep, rhythmic strokes. You were panting and frantic, pumping your hips. Reaching between your legs, he rubbed your clit with the pads of his fingers, hastening your climax.

He gasped, his head thrown back in pleasure, his neck straining. “I feel you getting ready to cum. You’re getting so fucking tight…”

His words and his voice pushed you over the edge. You gasped when the first couple of tremors hit you…then cried out loudly as the rest of your orgasm rippled through your body, your core spasming violently around Namjoon.

Teeth grinding audibly, he held on until your clenching began to fade. Afterwards, he clutched your hips and pumped upward into you.

“Fuck,” he cried out. His neck arched, his breath exploding from his lungs. 

He came just as aggressively and hard as you did. You felt the thick, hot spurts burst from him in a rush. He growled your name, his hips pumping upward, emptying himself into you. 

“This was not what I had in mind when I said we should stay in,” he managed to choke out before placing a quick kiss to your forehead. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You curled into him, beyond grateful to have him in your arms again. “Want to go to The Met tomorrow? I mean, you know–after I relearn how to walk?”

His laugh was husky from his orgasm. He held you for a while, his fingers sifting through your hair and gliding gently down your arm.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes. I just want to be with you,” you said softly before you nuzzled your nose to his.

It was tough to find a balance. Long-distance was no joke but you worked through it in the most logical, practical way that only you and Namjoon could orchestrate. On scheduled breaks, you’d fly back to him, come visit your family or his. Other times, he would fly to your location.

Eventually, he did take that sabbatical. Six months into your travels, he filed his papers and took a six-month paid leave to be closer to you. It got slightly easier then–coming home to him after a long day.

Some days, he shadowed you during your meetings. Sabbaticals were also meant to be a time to learn new things–and he did. He had always wanted to see how Foundations and Philanthropic groups worked. He had a front-row seat through the whole process. It was a win for both of you.

Not to say that there weren’t difficult days. You still bickered and he still hates mint-chocolate ice cream. But sometimes, you just agree to disagree. Sometimes, you compromise–meet at a certain point. Sometimes, you would just completely miss each other. And that was okay. It was what made you stronger.

******

Epilogue

A year flew by quickly, and you were finally back in one place–feet firmly on the ground. Clothes hanging in an actual closet instead of a suitcase. Any other scheduled travel for you was spaced out by months or a proxy went in your stead if something more urgent was required of the Foundation.

You had that great support staff that Haejin promised you. Your trusted deputy was leading today’s contractor briefing while you took a backseat–silently observing, listening.

Your deputy was essentially a mini-you. Challenging the contractor’s findings and confirming each result.

“We ran these numbers several times and this is the real deal. Our lead programmers, Jung Hoseok and Kim Taehyung have been very diligent in monitoring the surveys. The data is solid,” Mirai says firmly.

You stifle a smile. She was still as sassy as ever.

“Right. The grantees are also incredibly satisfied with the service and the qualitative feedback has been very constructive and helpful. We’re going to have lots of good content for the quarterly report,” Jimin states.

“Great–that’s what we like to hear. And feedback is incredibly valuable to us, as you know. We want to know what we’re doing right and make that better. And on the other hand, we’d like to find out what our shortcomings are and fill that gap,” your deputy says.

“I think that answers most of our queries…unless I missed anything, YN?” Your deputy turns to you.

“Thanks, Lee. You just about covered it,” you smiled. Before Lee moves to adjourn the meeting, you sneak one more comment in. “However–I would like a brief word with the project lead. I have some feedback on his methods. Then we can reconvene for our meeting in my office later?”

Lee’s eyes flick over to the imposing male who sat quietly in the corner. “Sure thing. Thanks again for a great report, everyone. Looking forward to reading the first draft in a couple weeks.”

You stand from your seat as Jimin and Mirai pass you and you exchange brief hugs, promising to meet up for drinks this weekend.

As the room emptied out, Lee shuts the door, leaving you and the project lead alone.

“Surprised you didn’t have any objections to the data,” he begins while he watches you saunter across the room where he stood.

“How could I? I taught them well after all,” you smiled as you propped yourself up on the table.

“Need I remind you that I’ve been overseeing this team for months, too? Can’t take all of the credit.”

“I knew you’d say that,” you chuckled, your shoulders slouching in humor.

He took a couple of steps closer to you until he was closely slotted between your legs. “Was there anything else that you needed to discuss with me, Miss YN?”

His hand brushed your bare knee and slowly snakes up your inner thigh. You didn’t stop him. Instead, you looked up at him and held eye contact until he reached the edge.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he rasped, discovering that you decided to forego panties this morning.

“Something to think about until tonight,” You grasped his wrist and gently withdrew his hand from under your skirt. You smiled devilishly before hopping off the table and kissing that dimple on his cheek. “Love you, Joon,” you giggled as you strutted away from him.

“So–you’re just going to leave me like this?” he asks while looking down at the sizable bump in his pants.

“I’ll tell Lee you need a few minutes to digest my feedback,” you called past your shoulder.

“Love you, too.” He says loudly. You blew a kiss at him before finally walking out the door.

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BTS - A Conversation by Candlelight (RM x Ji-eun)

Set two years following his release from the military, after ‘Setting a Date’, Namjoon addresses his fears about the future of his career.

*Potential trigger warning for allusions to disordered eating*

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The candlelight was kind to her features; hiding some of the dark shadows beneath her eyes and making her eyes sparkle in a way that reminded him of when they first started dating. Her hand moved to the glass of water with reassuring smoothless and Namjoon found himself relaxing further into his chair, suddenly glad he had made the reservation. It was nice to see her dressed up. At home, her clothes were increasingly casual as she worked into the long hours of the night. He was often not awake when she rose for work; donning the sharp, well-fitting suits he had come to expect. It seemed to him that he used to get up not long after her; enough time to join her for a morning tea and kiss her goodbye before she left for the day, but increasingly, the sun was high in the sky by the time he finally made it into the kitchen. He couldn’t pretend she hadn’t noticed as well…

“I’m glad that was over…”

Her voice shook him from his thoughts and he looked up, thinking for a moment she was reading his mind. The sensation was a little eerie, but seeing the downward slope of her shoulders as she sat back, taking a few, careful sips of water, made him realise his error. 

“It was a difficult case…” He replied, not really a question, and she nodded slowly. 

“The hardest I can remember…” She paused, a smile tugging the edges of her painted lips. “Except the Jung case.” Setting the glass back on the table, her hands folded neatly above her napkin. “That one really took it out of me.”

He remembered vividly. Not long before his enlistment; her being called into the office after midnight. The seemingly simple libel case ending with a surprise murder twist. Her phone conversations in the following weeks had been hushed; frantic. She had shown him after a single grey strand above her hairline; the result of five weeks worth of stress and worry. Although she had grown no more, at least that he could tell, it seemed to him that the true onset of ageing had happened after. Perhaps as recent as the past year. Still, he wasn’t as young as he once was. 

“I’m sure they are all very proud of you.” He reassured her, taking a sip of his own water. He himself had been proud of her when the waiter asked for their order as she shooed away the wine menu. Although he had found an empty bottle half-tucked behind the picture frame in her study the previous week, it seemed to be a one-off. He hadn’t actually seen her drink for over a month. 

She shook her head modestly. “It was a blip. The case really shouldn’t have taken as long as it did, but someone in the London office fucked up the paperwork.” Looking up, she took his hand in hers. “The next case seems more simple. I’ve been promised a break.” 

He squeezed gently, feeling the outline of her knuckles as he did so. They protruded a little more than usual and his stomach sank for the first time that evening. Had she been eating? He hadn’t paid enough attention. Her office door was often closed; the rapid sound of typing drifting through the crack beneath the only signal of her presence. In bed, he was often asleep by the time she joined him. If her ribcage and hips were more visible, would he even notice? 

“That’s good…” He murmured, barely even hearing himself. His mind was elsewhere, but the waiter’s presence behind his shoulder brought him back as they ordered food. He found himself hanging onto her every word as she read off the main menu, ordering a starter as well as a main. That was good, he thought. Her appetite hadn’t been abolished after all. Whether she would finish it all was another matter, but it was a start. Perhaps she was forgetting to eat. He could relate to that at least, though not for a while. Back when he was making music, the hours in the studio would sometimes fly by and the evening would come and go before he even thought about food. He himself ordered the same. Subconsciously knowing he would be able to tell if she left the plate whether it had genuinely been too much food to handle, or if her taste for it was truly dulled. Perhaps it was to do with the drink too. He had heard some people lose weight when they stop, though others tend to gain…He hated when his mind raced this way.

“I’m glad you booked the table.” Ji-eun whispered, almost sultrily, once the waiter had left them alone, and he felt her fingers caress the back of his hand. “It’s been too long…”

“I know.” Namjoon replied, honestly, feeling guilty. He sighed. “I didn’t want to disturb your work. I know how important this case was for you.” 

“Mm. Maybe you should disturb it a little more often..” Her response surprised him, and he looked at her directly. The glimmer in her eye was back, and this time he was sure it wasn’t just the candlelight. Her eyebrow twitched and he felt his stomach grow warm. Her fingers tightened around his and his mind turned back to another tidbit of the previous week. The important news he had relayed to her one evening, making sure her laptop was closed for the night and she was settled in the living room, reading a book rather than paperwork. His stomach had been flipping incessantly, starkly unpleasant, though the news should have been good. He felt nervous, on edge, though he wanted to be the one to tell her. It wouldn’t do to have her find out another way. The news would break to the media sooner or later, and not telling her in advance would only make things worse. In truth, he too had been surprised. If any of them were going to fall pregnant, he would have guessed someone who had married. He knew Jin wanted another. Yoongi, he wasn’t sure about, but he seemed happy enough with Jeong-sun. 

Ji-eun, however, had reacted calmly, passing on her congratulations without barely looking from her book. He tried to read the title from where he stood, across the room, but her long fingers obscured it from view. He had hovered, realising after he was waiting for some kind of outburst; a delayed reaction once the news set in, but none had come and he had been glad. Quietly relieved, he had texted the younger member from them both, making a mental note to call him back once he himself had processed the fact. He would make a good father, he had no doubt, but his own feelings on the matter were jumbled, confused. Namjoon wanted children; always had, but the past few years had made him uneasy. Ji-eun’s desperation only serving to widen the gap between this deep, rudimentary desire and the logical part of his brain which told him the timing wasn’t right. He knew it was harder for her, as it was for all women. Their bodies could only take so much and for so long; the window of opportunity still very much open, but not for much longer. The more they waited, the harder it might be, and would she ever forgive him for that? Still, he knew whatever he was waiting for; some cosmic message that now was the time, had not yet happened, and that night he had found himself wondering if it had been so simple for the younger member. Had he known the time was right, or had it happened anyway? His girlfriend pregnant with twins…two more children than Namjoon could envision in his own life. 

“I’m sorry…” Namjoon murmured, realising some time had passed without a response. He smiled, a little sheepishly. “I was lost for a second…”

Slowly, carefully, she pulled back from his hand, just in time for the starters to arrive. He watched her eat from the corner of his eye, glad to see her clearing her plate with an appetite that was seemingly lost on him all of a sudden. 

“I worry about you sometimes…” She spoke, not raising her eyes from the plate as she cut up the last few pieces of pork. Perhaps it was easier this way. “I think maybe you should go back to work. It would give you something to do.”

He found himself pulling back from the plate, now watching her fully. He hadn’t expected her to say this. His own anxieties for her had consumed everything; his whole brain, over the past few months. The possibility of her feeling the same towards him hadn’t even occurred to him. “I’ve been curating…” He argued gently, knowing as he said it that the charity work for the Leeum had been a distraction; a red-herring to cover up the emptiness he sometimes felt when alone at home, the studio seeming barren, like a worn-torn wasteland in his own mind. 

“I know.” She smiled, a little emptily. “And you enjoy it.” She finally looked up, setting down her cutlery. “But you enjoy making music more, or at least you used to…”

It felt almost accusatory, though he knew there was no malice in her words. He picked at his food unappetisingly, moving it around with his chopsticks before eating a few mouthfulls. “Jungkook’s the only one who's had any real success…” He shrugged, knowing as he said it that it was a defunct excuse. “And for how much longer…” Looking up, he backtracked, avoiding the topic. “I’m not sure I can…” He sighed, finally admitting the truth. Ji-eun smiled, though it seemed sad. He wondered just how much this thought had plagued her. How much she had noticed the absence in the studio since he had returned from his duty, over two years before. He knew how relationships worked, or at least how they were supposed to work, but still, it seemed to hit him suddenly how their concern for each other worked both ways. How she loved him, just as he did her. How his troubles, as subdued as they sometimes were, troubled her as well. 

“I know you can.” Her smile finally set in, feeling genuine and she once more reached for his hand across the table. “Maybe not with the others…at least not for now. But you could try writing. Producing…”

The thought was met with a kind of fear; a deep, carnal anxiety that gripped his stomach irrationally, though she seemed to coax him through it, her hand warm against his. He hadn’t realised before just how deep, how buried, his musical impotence had been. How worrying about her was sometimes easier than thinking of himself. 

“You’ve always produced music, you told me…” She murmured convincely and he realised at once she could sense his fear; could feel it within him just as strongly as he felt it himself. “And you will again. You don’t have to give up the museum if you don’t want to…”

He opened his mouth to reply but found his voice stuck, though he wouldn’t know what to say even if he was able to. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, the waiter coming with the main dishes, though the man seemed to hesitate, sensing the importance of the moment. Ji-eun, seeming fully in control of her own emotions in a way he hadn’t observed for a while, gently let go of his hand and sat back in her chair, providing the opportunity for the food to be served. The waiter looked relieved but hid his thanks, instead setting the plates down quickly. 

“We don’t have to talk about it now.” Ji-eun continued once they were alone. “But I’d like you to talk about it, maybe to someone else, but also to me.” She left a pregnant pause, keeping her hands to herself now the food had arrived, steaming with warmth, but he felt her sincerity along with something else. A connection, perhaps, that had been somewhat lost along the way, reforming between them. 

He nodded at once, gulping to clear his throat; an unexpected bulge having formed in his windpipe. He wasn’t one to cry or get overly emotional. It had happened, once or twice, during the course of their relationship, but never enough for him to be seen by her as someone who couldn’t control himself. Now, however, he felt the dam threatening. Perhaps it would come fully later on, once they were back at home, and the usual desire to retreat would undoubtedly be at the forefront of his mind, but he wouldn’t let it. For once, he wouldn’t allow himself to hide from her; it would do no good. Instead, he picked up his chopsticks, unable to help the slight tremor in his hand as he lowered them to his bowl; knowing she would have seen and trying not to let it bother him. He had seen her tremor more than once; had grown to almost expect it earlier in the evening, and wasn’t that her being vulnerable in front of him? Whether she liked it or not. His mind conjured up a strange image in that moment, a cadaver laid open on a mortuary table; contents bare for all to witness. He had seen a painting once, a Rembrandt, that showed such a scene; the gory body surrounded by an audience. Maybe that was what being in a relationship was really like, after a while at least. Revealing your guts; as horrific as it might seem. 

His hand stopped shaking as he plucked the rice and meat between the chopsticks, raising it to his lips. Opposite him, Ji-eun was eating heartily, head tucked down with purpose, and he felt glad. For a moment, his own troubles seemed far away, lost in his love for her, and he felt his stomach grumble hungrily.

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My Person(knj x reader)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x black!female!reader

Word Count: 8K+

Warnings: fluff, established relationship but the first part is how you met, I’m not very good at dialogue but I tried to make them have funny conversations, (18+ but I don’t control what you consume.) Smut, unprotected sex(please stay safe and have conversations with every sexual partner you have!), vaginal sex, slight anal play(he sticks his thumb in readers-), squirting, rough sex, soft dom Namjoon, slight breath play, strength kink(bc look at Namjoon), spanking(he’s obsessed with reader’s ass), reader is dark skinned and curvy, reader also has piercings(ears, belly button) and dark stretch marks, mentions of micro aggressions and discrimination but not much. I didn’t have a specific Namjoon in mind for this except that he’s buff so imagine him as whatever you like!

A/N: Hi! This is my first time posting on tumblr. I don’t know how to work it very well but I’m getting there. If anyone has any tips, please tell me! This story is for all of my black army’s, more specifically my dark skinned ones. I love fan fiction but I hardly see myself in the stories. I don’t blush, my hair is tightly coiled, I wear braids, I have dark stretch marks and I know that’s true of so many army’s out there. No hate to any writers. I hope to be a voice for all of my melanated readers out there. Please enjoy my first attempt! Any criticism is accepted and feel free to pop in to talk! Thank you💜

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Namjoon met you at a popular club in downtown Seoul. It was his birthday and his friends wanted to take him out to get “shit faced drunk”. Jimin’s words, not his. He wasn’t much of a drinker. Don’t get him wrong, he wasn’t a lightweight or anything, his college years had built his immunity. He just wasn’t very interested in risking his liver every weekend like most of his friends did. It still baffled him how Jimin was in perfect health. He’s seen that guy pound back shots without flinching and he could still stand up straight.

Instead, he enjoyed quiet nights in reading while sipping tea or cultivating his small garden. Call him a nerd or a homebody, he didn’t care. It’s what he enjoyed and that was perfect for him.

Still, he was young so of course he liked going out with his friends. He was turning 26 and not getting any younger. These were his prime years to go out and party like no tomorrow before his mother started pushing him to settle down and get married. Not that he didn’t want to but he wanted to find love naturally, not by some meet up that his mother would arrange. She’s already sent a few young women his way but none of them worked out. They were all nice women but they just didn’t click.

The music was bumping, speakers shaking the ground underneath his feet. The atmosphere didn’t feel like the shoddy bars they used to go to back in college. This one was more sophisticated. Honestly, Namjoon was expecting something more…..unhinged. Considering Jimin and Taehyung planned this, he was fully expecting strippers or maybe tigers in cages.

“Come on, I got us a section upstairs.” Jimin yelled over the music, guiding them through the bodies and past the multiple tables and other sections filled with other club goers. The club was packed with people dressed to the nines; Rolex watches, Gucci purses. And was that someone wearing a Givenchy necklace? He swore he heard Taehyung saying just how expensive that thing was.

“How did you get us a section? Isn’t this place super exclusive?” Jungkook asked as he checked out one of the bottle girls that sauntered past.

They reached the top of the black carpeted staircase—there were multiple sections up on the balcony, most already occupied by other groups. They all seemed to be having fun taking shots, dancing, and snapping videos on their phones.

The section Jimin reserved was behind a black curtain. Hoseok let out an impressed whistle at the decor. “This place is awesome. Nice work, Jimin. Who’d you have to bang to get us here?”

Jimin just winked and held a finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about that. This is about Namjoon. Let’s order some bottles!”

The night was in full swing. A few rounds of “necessary” shots served by scantily clad bottle girls, including the one Jungkook checked out earlier. He made sure to slip her some extra cash along with his phone number just in case.

“Make sure you girls give the birthday boy here some extra attention.” Taehyung said, clapping Namjoon on the shoulder. Those words immediately made Namjoon feel nervous. While it was his birthday, that didn’t mean he wanted all eyes on him, especially from a lot of attractive women.

One of the girls leaned over to pour him a drink, her mascara coated eyelashes fluttering at him and her red stained lips lifting in a flirty smile. He gulped down a block in his throat, suddenly feeling shy. This woman was very beautiful but he doubted she was actually interested in him. It was her job to act this way and he didn’t want to assume anything just because she batted her eyelashes at him.

He threw back a shot of tequila given to him by Hoseok, the liquid burning as it went down and his face turning but he felt himself loosen up a bit.

Hoseok must have noticed his facial expression because he let out a laugh. “Hey, remember last time you had tequila?”

Yoongi, who had been expectedly quiet during this trip, suddenly slammed his hand down on the table. “Don’t bring that up.” He glared, dark eyes staring right into Hoseok’s soul. Hoseok mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key. He was not about to poke that sleeping bear.

Namjoon laughed at their interaction. They all knew about that and no one ever mentioned it. Being a law major, Yoongi knew a lot of things about the legal system. A lot of things…..which probably meant he knew how to effectively get away with a crime….

He’d never do that though….right?

“Hey! Are you drinking tequila?” Seokjin exclaimed, drunkenly stumbling over to them. He was such a lightweight. Hoseok was too but the difference was that where Hoseok got quiet while drunk, Seokjin got loud.

Loud and loose lipped.

“Remember in college when both of you compared your dicks” a hiccup broke up his words, “took photos, and then accidentally sent them to Ms. Choi? And then she sent a nude back?” He guffawed a laugh, throwing an arm over a fuming Yoongi’s shoulder. If bodies could generate explosive heat from anger, Seokjin would be on fire right now. And if he didn’t die from that, Yoongi’s ice cold glare would surely freeze him.

Yoongi stood up, brushing his hyung off, mumbling something about whiskey before exiting the section.

Namjoon and Hoseok looked at each other before bursting in laughter—a confused Seokjin whining for his buddy to return.

All that laughter must have pushed his bladder to its limit. “I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”

He made his way down the stairs, almost bumping into a girl carrying a tray of drinks on the way. Whew, that tequila must be getting to him. Ah, who is he kidding? He would have fully crashed into that girl completely sober. Does alcohol straighten out his normal clumsiness? He could test that theory later.

For now, bathroom.

After relieving himself, quickly since he accidentally walked in on two men incredibly close to penetration, he tried making his way back to the stairs. He passed the dance floor, seeing all of the packed bodies dancing and having a good time. He wasn’t much of a dancer but it looked like fun. Maybe when he got back to his friends, he’d suggest it. He knew Jimin and Hoseok would be down, Jungkook too. Yoongi had probably disappeared to the bar but they all knew he’d be against it.

Seokjin would……

Wow…

All thoughts about his friend’s willingness to dance were cut off when he caught sight of you.

You were absolutely stunning, a stand out in this overcrowded place full of drunken rich kids. The shiny decorations and strobe lights seemed dim in comparison to your effervescent beauty.

The silky expanse of your golden sepia brown thighs made him clench his fists, fingers tingling to sink into the plush fat. You crossed one knee high boot clad leg over the other, your ass practically smothering the little bar chair under you. Your cheek rested on your palm, deep brown eyes staring listlessly into the fruity drink in front of you. You were scrolling through your phone, manicured finger slowly tapping on the screen. Now that he looked more closely, you seemed…..down.

Were you alone? Why did you seem so upset in a place like this?

You must have felt eyes on you because you turned your head, locking eyes with him. His breath got caught in his throat. Your front profile was even more ethereal than your side; your skin was dewy and glittery, sparkling under the lights. Full lips outlined in black with a clear gloss over them, smokey eyeshadow made your eyes look even more captivating, and your hair was long and in braids he’s only seen in old school hip hop videos he used to watch.

You tossed your braided hair over your shoulder, the tips ending just below your thighs, eyes focused solely on him.

Your staring contest was cut short when someone threw an arm over his shoulders. He startled, quickly whipping his head around. His pounding heart calmed at the sight of Jimin.

Jimin leaned closer to almost yell in his ear. “Why are you just standing here? Let’s go dance!”

Namjoon nodded, about to follow Jimin but he couldn’t help but look back towards where that mysterious person was just sitting. Only to find you gone. He felt a slight pang of disappointment. Where had you gone? Did you leave? His eyes searched the crowd but he didn’t find you. He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it before Hoseok and Jungkook joined them, dragging him to the dance floor, their laughter almost as loud as the music.

Dancing had pretty much made him forget about you. While you were very gorgeous, he doubted you’d ever cross paths again. It was just a small connection in a club, it wouldn’t go anywhere.

He made his way off the dance floor, sweat rolling down the back of his neck and throat dry. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, letting out a breath once he made it to the bar.

“Can I get a water please?” He asked the bartender who nodded and moved to take another order.

As he waited, his eyes scanned the other people at the bar—the counter was a large circle that took up a lot of surface area, tall shelves held most of the alcohol, a draft beer tap area just in front of him.

Something moved to the left of him so he innocently looked to the side. And the alluring eyes that stared back at him caught him by surprise.

It was you again.

He almost couldn’t believe you had appeared before him once again, closer and looking directly at him. Now that you were so close, he could appreciate just how absolutely striking you were. Your lashes were long and delicate, a helix piercing in your right ear, a chain hanging from it that connected to the second piercing in your earlobe. He also spotted the cutest little mole under your left eye.

He didn’t even realize he was staring until the bartender placed his water in front of him, the feeling of the cold glass pressing against his hand breaking him from his frozen state. He blinked his eyes frantically, averting his gaze to his glass of water.

How embarrassing. He must have looked like a creep staring at you and the last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.

“Can I get a strawberry virgin margarita please?”

He was surprised at how light and airy your voice was. It didn’t quite match your dark clothes and leather boots but he guessed that was just one surprise about you. He wondered if you had any more.

“Water, huh? You a lightweight?”

He didn’t answer at first. Were you talking to him? You must be. He was the only one with a glass of water across this entire bar.

Chuckling, he shrugged his shoulder, not noticing how her eyes focused on his muscles. “My throat was dry. Alcohol actually dehydrates you.” He instantly regretted saying that. Bore you with random facts, that’ll keep you interested. Clearing his throat, he motioned to the drink the bartender had just placed in front of her. “How about you? Drinking something that looks like alcohol without any actual alcohol seems more like lightweight behavior.”

That made you laugh, the sound hitting his ears and itching his brain in the best of ways. The sight of your sparkling teeth and the way your eyes crinkled at the ends made his heart speed up. You were captivating, he almost couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

It was your turn to shrug, index finger twirling the straw. “I guess I just like to feel adventurous while still keeping my inhibitions. Alcohol affects the prefrontal cortex first, the part of the brain that controls impulse, judgement and reasoning.”

His mouth dropped open in shock. Did you just….?

You bashfully giggled, eyes focusing on the designs on your oval, manicured nails. “Sorry. That was kind of weird to say, huh?”

He shook his head so hard that his neck could have cracked. “No! Not at all. I didn’t even know that. That’s really interesting.”

Your shy smile made you all the more endearing. “Is it? My friends say I’m kind of a bore.”

He smiled back at you. “Mine do too but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with having a healthy dose of knowledge. Facts like that can save lives.”

“I’m y/n.”

“Namjoon. It’s a pleasure.”

Sitting and talking with you, Namjoon learned a lot about you. You were a 24 year old foreigner who moved here 2 years ago to attend Seoul University, a full ride scholarship under your belt. You taught yourself Korean through books and the nice lady at a grocery store from your hometown. You loved mangoes and hated ketchup, your favorite number was 4—and when you were 5, you accidentally walked followed the dolphin trainers at the aquarium and almost drowned. Now you were afraid of open bodies of water.

Namjoon also found you to be incredibly optimistic, charismatic, and sweet. He was absorbed in every word that passed your glossed lips, falling a little deeper with each shy giggle and tug of your ear that you did whenever you said something embarrassing. You were so adorable and Namjoon found himself wanting to hear more about you.

Currently, you two were laughing about a story Namjoon was telling you.

“No way!”

He nodded his head. “It’s true.“

You wiped a tear from your eye, laughter reducing itself to little giggles. “How do you fail a driver’s test 6 times? There should be a limit.”

“Yeah. The driving instructor knew me by name. My mom even invited him over for dinner when I finally passed. Apparently, he also had a bet going on with his friends on how many tries it would take me.”

Your laughter picked up again. “I’d make that bet too.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad.” He pouted. “I’ve never gotten pulled over or a ticket. I even keep both hands on the wheel.”

You leaned your cheek against your palm, much like how you did when he first laid eyes on you. This time, however, your eyes weren’t bored or sad—they were filled with mirth and light. He wanted to see you like that all the time.

“So what are you doing out tonight? Did you come with friends?”

He noticed how your eyes kind of dimmed, fingers lifting to tug at your ear again. A sense of panic immediately flooded his stomach. Oh no, had he offended you? And the conversation was going so well too.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Your eyes lifted to his, mouth slightly dropping open. “Oh! No, you didn’t offend me.” You waved your hands around. “It’s a honest question. I did come here with friends but I think they ditched me.”

He didn’t know these so called friends but right now, he wanted nothing more than to give them a piece of his mind for leaving you alone.

“What assholes. They don’t sound like very good friends.”

Your eyes casted to the watch on his wrist and then up to meet his eyes once again. “No. I guess they aren’t.”

“I’d never leave you alone like that. I’d at least have the courtesy to leave a text or something. It’s dangerous to go anywhere alone this late.” He didn’t even realize he was rambling or the frustration that was building in his chest.

A soft hand on his arm stopped him from his rant, his eyes meeting yours. The brown irises sparkled, a gentle smile on your face that made heat rise to the tips of his ears.

“Thank you, Namjoon. You sound like a really good friend. I’d love to have a friend like you looking out for me.”

The sincerity of your words made him feel all warm and dizzy. He didn’t even remember why he was upset anymore, not when you were looking at him that way. Not when you were touching him so softly and definitely not when you were so close.

A sheepish smile crossed his face, dimple indenting his cheek even deeper. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, gaze going to a random spot on the bar. “Um….yeah. I just….friends should be like family. They should look out for you. I’d…..I’d look out for you like that.”

“Thanks. That means a lot.” Your hand moved from his arm, your warmth leaving at the same time and causing him to feel cold. “But enough about me, how about you? Why are you out to tonight?”

“It’s my birthday. My friends took me out. They thought I needed a night to let loose. I normally prefer to spend my time indoors or out in nature but they thought I needed to go out and party. It is my 26th after all, not getting any younger.”

You hummed. “Well, happy birthday. I hope you’re having a nice time.”

“I am.” He looked deeply into your eyes when he said that. Your eyes widened a little, fingers twitching to rise to your ear but you pushed it the feeling down. After a few seconds of staring, you coughed, reaching for your drink to sip down the remainder of it.

He offered you another smile. “May I buy you another?”

“It’s your birthday. Shouldn’t I be offering you a drink?” That little teasing smile and tone came back. You were too cute.

“You can offer next time.”

“So there will be a next time?”

“If you allow it.”

You bit your lip, trying to force down the smile that threatened at your lips. Damn, he got you.

~

Namjoon didn’t even realize how much time had passed until his friends came searching for him. Jungkook was balancing a sleeping Hoseok on his shoulder, Seokjin and Taehyung not too far behind and stumbling all over the place.

“We’ve been looking all over for you. Where’d you go? It’s almost 3AM.” Jimin said, the only one who looked normal but judging by that glassy look in his eye, he was wasted too.

“Ah sorry. I was just speaking to someone. Got caught up.”

You gave all of the conscious men a wave, flashing a smile as well. “Hi. Sorry I hogged your friend.”

Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes almost popped out of their heads at the sight of you. They looked at each other and then at you and then at Namjoon.

Namjoon coughed, noticing the looks on their faces. Jimin was the first to smile, shaking his head at you. “No, no. It’s cool. Hog him all you like.” He flashed a look at Namjoon that read “later” before smiling again. “Yoongi hyung’s waiting outside. Can you drive your car or do you feel drunk?”

Seokjin, Taehyung, and Hoseok definitely weren’t driving anywhere. And he’d feel bad if he let the others haul the family drunkies all the way home.

And then there’s you….

He turned to you, your eyes lifting to meet his and instantly smiling.

“Do you need a ride home? Or an Uber? I’d be happy to take you or request one.”

His offer gave you a weird feeling behind your rib cage. Shaking your head, you stood to your feet. “I drove here. I’m not drunk either. I’m pretty sure I can get back.”

“Are you sure? At least let me walk you to your car. The bar’s are emptying out and I want you to be safe.”

“I’m sure. Your friends look like they need you more than I do.” You looked behind him, seeing how the broad shouldered one was trying to lay a kiss on the pierced one who was balancing a sleeping one.

Namjoon waved his hand. “They’re big boys. I’m pretty sure no one would kidnap them. They’d bring Seokjin hyung back for sure. He’d talk their ears off.”

An indignant, “hey!” came from behind Namjoon.

You let out a giggle. “I think I got it. I’m a big girl. I cross the street all the time by myself.”

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair. He was sad you had to go. He really wanted to talk to you more.

“Do you think…..I could have your number? I’d love to see you again.”

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, leaning forward a bit to crowd his space. Like this, he could smell your perfume—fruity and feminine and oh so you.

“I’d like that. Maybe you can show me what helped you succeed on try number 7.”

He playfully rolled his eyes, cheeks hurting from how hard he was smiling. Fuck, you were amazing.

You exchanged numbers, you putting his contact as Namjoon 10 And 2💜. Him putting you down as y/n🐬.

You followed him and the others outside into the breezy Seoul air. Summer was just getting ready to leave but thankfully, it was still pretty nice outside.

“I’ll see you around, Namjoon.” The way you said his name made him want to hear it more and more from your lips.

He gave you a little wave. “Bye. Get home safe.”

“You too.” Tossing your braids over your shoulder, you gave him one final look before bidding his friends goodbye and starting your walk down the street. He watched you until you disappeared from his sight, letting out a dreamy sigh when he could no longer see you.

“Well, look at you, Casanova. Didn’t know you had it in you.” Jimin teased, clapping a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“Yeah. She was…..amazing.“

Taehyung stumbled over, almost falling if not for Namjoon catching him. “Awwwww, our Joonie hyung’s in loveeeeeee…”

Rolling his eyes, he helped Taehyung stand a little straighter, bearing his weight. “Come on. You can crash at my place.”

And as Namjoon laid in bed that night, he thought about just how memorable this night had been. He’d spent time with his friends, celebrated his birthday, and met the most wonderful woman ever.

His phone pinged from his bedside. Leaning over, he grabbed it and unlocked it, a smile rising to his face at the name.

y/n🐬: made it home and in bed. I tried driving with both of my hands on the wheel. I felt lame

He rolled over, arm tucking under his pillow, phone illuminating the doofy smile on his face.

It wasn’t love. Not yet.

Not yet.

~

“What are you thinking about, baby?”

He looked up from his phone, attention going to your body as you climbed on top of him. You both had finished dinner and having a shower and were now getting ready for bed. He was scrolling through his social media, timeline bringing up memories from 2 years ago. It was a photo Jungkook posted, a candid shot of them—Yoongi and Namjoon were raising their glasses to the camera, Taehyung and Jimin cheering while clinking shots together, Hoseok was staring blankly at nothing and Jungkook was cheesing hard. He doesn’t even remember this picture being taken but he can remember how he felt that night. He felt so free and happy, being with this best friends and partying like there was no tomorrow. It was great.

He connected eyes with you. God, you were just as gorgeous as the first day he met you, maybe even more. Dressed down and barefaced, he thought you were the picture of beauty and allure. Everything you did enchanted him—even something as simple as when you’d put your chopsticks in your hand one by one or the way you’d shake your arms because they’d get tired when you braided your hair.

You were perfect to him. Everything he could ever want and need. You completed him. You gave him what he lacked, supported him wholeheartedly and genuinely, and loved him in a way that he’s never felt before.

You were his person.

He showed you his phone. You observed the picture for a moment. “Isn’t that from your birthday 2 years ago? But your birthday was last week, why is it just now appearing in your memories?”

He placed his phone on the bedside table, hands going to your bare thighs since you hated wearing pants to bed. Weird since you wore socks to bed, only to take them off in your sleep but adorable nonetheless.

“Jungkook posted it a week later. It was that week after he dropped his phone in that pond.” His fingertips lightly grazed over the dark stretch marks that stretched over your thighs and love handles. He loved every inch of you. You were so confident and sure of yourself, never letting anyone’s comments diminish your glow.

You let out an “ah” of recognition. “Oh yeah. He would carry his iPad everywhere.”

Namjoon chuckled. His friend was so silly.

“That was the night we met. Has it been two years already?”

He hummed and exhaled a deep breath. “Yeah. It went by so fast.”

You leaned down to press your foreheads together, one hand coming to rest on his collarbone. Your thumb gently stroked the skin there, playing with the silver chain that sat around his throat. You remembered when he had broken the clasp on one he had before and he was actually really upset about it. He said it was a gift from an old friend that had passed away a while back. While he tried to act like it was fine, you could see just how broken up about it he was so you wanted to do something to make him happy again.

So while he was away, you took the necklace to a jewelry repair store and got the clasp replaced. You surprised him with it the next day and the look of absolute elation on his face was enough to move you. That was the first time you had seen him cry. He hugged you so tightly, his warmth seeping into your bones and tears soaking your shirt. And you held him until he had fallen asleep, the repaired necklace clasped around his neck.

It was also the first time he said he loved you, the three little words sending you to cloud 9. You loved Namjoon too. He was really the first actual friend you made since coming to Seoul. Being a foreigner, people treated you differently. If not by their micro aggressions or blatant rudeness, it was how they ignored you and treated you like you didn’t exist.

The “friends” you went to the bar with that time were classmates of yours. They were nice at the start, always asking questions about your hair and about America. You were just happy to have friends so you didn’t mind. You felt like there was a bit of a gap between you and them. Your Korean wasn’t that good when you arrived so that language barrier often made things a little awkward.

And when they invited you out to a high class bar in the nicer part of Seoul, you were happy to tag along. You didn’t leave your apartment much aside from school and work. Mainly because you were still a little uncomfortable being in a new country despite living here for close to 2 years. It kind of felt like you were just drifting around and biding your time until graduation.

But you didn’t want to do that. You were in a new country! You could make new experiences and learn new things. You should be getting out and having fun.

So you dressed in one of your most adventurous outfits and you met your friends at the bar. At first, everything was going fine. They were taking shots and pictures and you were trying to loosen up. Eventually, your friends went to dance while you went to go to the bathroom. They were gone when you returned and you couldn’t find them in the sea of people.

That’s why you were sitting alone. You were waiting for them to come back but after about an hour and a half with no update, you were getting ready to leave.

That was until you saw Namjoon. Just from across the room, you felt a connection between you both. When you saw his friends come up to him, you sighed and got up to go to the bathroom. At least his friends looked like they wanted to be around him.

A few Korean men had approached you throughout the night while you sat alone and while you tried to be nice, they were much too imposing and forceful. That’s what led you to the bar. You wanted some space and maybe one more mock tail before going home.

Seeing Namjoon again was a complete coincidence. You didn’t even notice he was at the bar until you stood next to him, your eyes instinctively looking over.

And wow….

He was so much more handsome up close—tall, broad, and those biceps looked like he could throw you around a room without breaking a sweat.

Whew…you were repressed.

Those thoughts ceased from your mind the moment you two started talking. Namjoon was wholesome and intelligent, a little bit goofy and very very lovely. Unlike most of the men you’ve encountered so far, Namjoon wasn’t pushy or sleazy—he was a gentleman, he listened to every word you said, and he kept you engaged. It almost felt a little too good to be true.

But it wasn’t. You deserved it. And so did he.

“That’s okay. At least we know we cherished every single day.”

“And I’ll cherish each one after that.”

He reciprocated your wide smile, love and adoration flooding both of your gazes.

“I love you, Namjoon.”

“And I love you.”

Your lips met in a sensual kiss. You melted further into his hold, your chests pressing against one another. His thumbs rubbed at where your panties sank into your plush hips, tilting his chin so that he could kiss you deeper.

It didn’t take long for you to start moving your hips cover his crotch, sweats being your only barrier.

He pulled away from you, both of you panting, gazes locked and stirring with desire.

“You aren’t tired from my birthday weekend? We barely made our reservation.” Namjoon recalled.

You snorted, lifting back up. “If I remember correctly, it was you who couldn’t keep it in your pants right before we walked out of the door.”

“You looked absolutely ravishing in that dress. Did you see your ass?” Delivering a swift smack to one of your cheeks and then squeezing the burning skin. He was obsessed with your ass. It was perfect for your hips and thighs, perfectly round and it rippled in the most delicious of ways whenever he slapped it. Not to mention, it filled out whatever you wore; skirts, dresses, jeans….You in jeans should be considered a world wonder. For his eyes only though.

You didn’t try to fight down your grin. “Me? Did you see your arms in that dress shirt? I was ready to ride you the moment you buttoned it up.”

Biting his lip, his fingers went under the band of your panties. “Why don’t you ride me now? Give me a demonstration.”

Your eyes darkened at the feeling of his hardening cock pressing into your covered heat.

“I’ll give you more than that.”

Leaning forward again, you placed a sweet peck to his lips before trailing down to his throat. You sucked and nipped at the skin there, careful not to leave any marks too high that would show over his collar. Good thing the base of his neck and his collarbone were open and safe for marking.

He let out a sigh at the feeling, body shivering when you ran your lips over his soft spot. Lifting up to study your work and feeling satisfied at the darkening marks across his chest, you began kissing your way down his body. He’s been spending more time in the gym so the flat expanse of his tummy was starting to harden, light abs beginning to form. You loved feeling the hard muscle, your manicured fingertips ghosting over them. He sighed again, stomach seizing up a little at your touch.

Finally, you reached your destination. Eyes hungrily taking in the large bulge in his black briefs. Your hand raised to rub over it, feeling his cock jerk slightly from your touch. Reaching for the band of his underwear, you tugged them down, him lifting his hips to help you. Once the stupid fabric was tossed to the floor, you got to take in the thick and throbbing cock in front of you—a lush pink tip with veins running all over it and precum leaking from the tip. Delicious.

Licking your lips, you ran your tongue over the underside, all the way to the tip where you sucked him into your mouth. His legs tensed up, sighing at the feeling. Finally.

Your tongue flicked under the head of his cock, his most sensitive spot. His hand lifting to rest on your head, making sure to be gentle since he knew your scalp was still a little sore from your new hairstyle. He remembers coming home from work to find you in the bathroom laying down your baby hairs. When he left that morning, you were in your natural hair, the tight coils refreshed and bouncy. He loved any hairstyle you had and he thought it was amazing that you could transform it into so many ways. Throughout the summer, you had been wearing it more naturally and on his birthday weekend, you installed a beautiful honey blonde wig that he really liked.

Now, you were in shoulder blade length boho braids. You had sat in the bathroom for hours following a YouTube tutorial, arms constantly getting tired and a few of the braids turning out a little wonky but in the end, you thought they looked good. It was a good try. And when Namjoon came home, his eyes brightening and compliments flowing, you felt even more beautiful.

And much like right now, you had given him the blowjob of his life that day.

One hand grabbing his shaft, you pursed your lips to drool spit on his tip before sucking him back into your mouth. You did that a few more times to fully slick up his cock, hand pumping up and down his shaft.

“Fuck. Come on, baby. Stop teasing.”

Humming around his cock, you took him all the way down, relaxing your throat to swallow him all the way. His back arched, the warm heat of your mouth feeling absolutely amazing. Lots of practice made you a master at deepthroating his cock. Before, you could barely go down halfway without gagging but now, you could take him to the hilt without flinching.

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, both hands digging into his strong thighs as a balance. You hollowed your cheeks when you came up, cupping your tongue along the underside of his cock. You wanted him to feel absolutely every sensation and god damn, he did.

His eyes he didn’t realize were even closed finally opened, head lifting to look down at you. Breath hitching when he saw you were already staring up at him. If there was one thing you loved, it was eye contact. The way your brown irises stared directly into his made him feel fuzzy all over.

That feeling in the base of his tummy began to form and he knew he had to stop you. “Shit, stop baby. Stop.”

You pulled off his cock with a pop, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Trying to regain your breath, you crawled back up to straddle his stomach, leaning over him again to kiss him. His hands grabbed at your hips, rubbing the skin there before traveling up your sides under your shirt. He tugged at the fabric, you releasing his lips to take it off—your body now revealed to him and it was the picture of perfection.

From your deep brown nipples down to the pudge of your belly where a pink belly button piercing sat to the swell of your hips. You were dazzling, the picture of femininity, goddess like. So many words yet not enough to describe you fully.

You were just perfect.

His hands ran up to your nipples, tweaking the buds and squeezing your breasts. You sighed, eyes fluttering closed at the little sparks of pleasure you felt. That pleasure went right to the space between your thighs, dampening your already soaked panties even further.

“Get up here and sit on my face, baby.” Namjoon’s deep voice ordered and who were you to deny him?

Climbing off his lap and to the side of him, he lifted up to help you out of your panties. The grey fabric was now almost black with how soaked they were. He lifted the clothing to his noise, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck.” He tossed them to the ground, dragon like eyes staring deep into your soul. His gaze sent shivers down your spine. He was so fucking sexy—hair messy and thick lips bitten red. “Get the fuck up here.”

You barely had time to move before he was grabbing your thighs and hauling you up to his face. You moaned from the movement. Okay so maybe you had a bit of a strength kink. Who wouldn’t when your man was 6’1 with biceps bigger than melons and thighs thick enough to crush your head.

And Namjoon knew it.

Now with your glistening pussy right above him, he could show you another part of his body that you loved.

Tongue swiping through your slit, he hummed at the taste. You were dripping, a single strand of wetness dripping down to hit his chin.

You grabbed the headboard once you felt his tongue graze over your clit, a light moan coming from your lips.

His lips wrapped around the bud, sucking it with enough pressure to send you reeling. His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, one hand on your ass to hold you closer. His tongue lapped over your clit, the little bud pulsing under his ministrations.

“Ahhh, Joon….” You moaned out. He hummed against your pussy, the vibrations striking right through you.

A swift slap to your ass made you squeal. “Ride my face, gorgeous.”

Always a good girl, you adjusted your knees before you started rocking on his tongue. The rough texture stimulated your clit in the best way, the feeling of Namjoon’s hands slapping at your ass fueling you on.

Your mouth was dropped open, head tossed back as hot pleasure sparkled all across your body. That band in your stomach beginning to wind itself tighter and tighter.

Hand coming down to wrap in his hair to pull him closer, you humped against his tongue, clit feeling so sensitive yet so fucking good. Namjoon knew you were close so he moved his head with your hips, hands gripping at your ass hard enough to leave bruises.

“Oh my god! I’m cumming! Fffffff-uhhhhh….”

Your orgasm crashed into your body, pleasurable waves radiating down your spine.

He flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit until you shivered in overstimulation, sitting yourself on his chest. Both of your chests heaved, gazes locked as you came down.

“Ready for more?” You asked, eyes squinting and a teasing smile on your face.

He smirked. “I believe a demonstration was in order?”

Working your way down, you straddled his hips once again, feeling his cock press against your sopping heat. Your lips locked in another kiss, this one a little more desperate.

Reaching under yourself, you grabbed his cock in your hand, stroking him a little.

A hand came down on your ass, the burn making you moan.

“Sit on my fucking cock. Right. Now.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine but you obliged. Lining his cock with your entrance, you slid down his shaft—thick girth stretching you open in the most delicious of ways, your walls constricting around him.

Namjoon’s hands gripped at your ass, feeling like he would float away. Your pussy was so warm and squeezed around him so tightly. He’s had sex in the past but no one would ever compare to you. The way your body reacted to him, how your pretty eyes crossed a little at the feeling of his cock filling you up. He was obsessed with you.

And he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life.

Once he was all the way inside, you let out a breath.

“You feel so good.” He sighed.

You kissed him again, loving the feeling of his lips on yours. “So do you. So big.”

Your hips began moving against him, gaining a comfortable rhythm. His cock rubbed against your walls—you could feel him pulsing inside of you, the head of his cock reaching deeper inside.

His head fell back against the pillows, eyes closing as he focused on the way your pussy felt around him.

“Feel good, baby?” You whispered in his ear, sucking the lobe into your mouth. You moved back and forth against him, your breasts pressed against his chest.

“Yeah.”

Adjusting yourself, you began bouncing up and down on his cock, the wet slap of your ass against his thighs filling the room.

He slapped your ass again, using his hands to help you move against him. “That’s it. Bounce on that cock, baby.”

You moaned. “Your cock feels s-so good.” Mouth dropping open in pleasure, you began to move faster on his cock. The head was rubbing right up against that soft spot inside of you. That band was starting to tighten again. Only Namjoon could push you to orgasm so quickly. Just as much as you knew his body, he knew yours. You two were perfectly in sync.

“Turn around, baby.”

You whined from having to stop but you did what he asked, secretly loving how he bossed you around. Keeping him inside, you turned around on his cock so he could get a view of your juicy ass.

You started your rhythm back up, ass jiggling as it met his hips. Your back arched, sweat dripping down your spine and making your melanated skin glisten. His eyes were mesmerized by it, cock throbbing at the sight. Namjoon could watch you bounce on his cock forever. If he could frame it, he would. But this was for his eyes only and he liked to keep it that way.

Your hands found stability on his knees, leaning forward to bounce even harder on him. Namjoon’s hands spread your cheeks to get a full view of your pussy. He groaned at the sight of your sweet cunt wrapped around him, your viscous wetness soaking his cock, a ring of cream starting to form at the base.

“Pussy’s so good, baby. So fucking tight.”

You clenched around him at the praise, basking in his attention.

“Mmmmm. M’gonna cum again….baby….” You breathed out, head falling forward as pleasure consumed you. His cock was scrambling your brain, your entire being consumed by him. He made you feel so good, so beautiful, so utterly loved and adored that you could burst.

“Me too. Do it. Cum all over my cock.”

Thumb swiping over your puckered hole, he barely stuck the tip of it in before you were cumming all over his cock.

The feeling of your walls gripping him like vice was enough to push him over too. He spilled into your warm heat, moving you back and forth against him to ride out both of your orgasms.

But it wasn’t enough.

Before you could even come down, you were being tossed onto your back, legs being thrown up until you were folded in half. You could barely react before his lips were wrapped around your clit. His head moved side to side, slurping up all of the juices you offered.

“Ohhhhh f-fff-uhhhh! Namjoon!” Your head kept lifting to watch him and falling back into the pillow. You wanted to watch but just the sight of him between your thighs was enough to propel you to another gut wrenching orgasm. Your hips jumped against his face, his hands holding your thighs to keep you still.

He pulled away from your cunt, juices all over his chin and cheeks. The sight made your pussy clench, more wetness leaking out of you.

Keeping your legs up, Namjoon brought his hard cock back to your opening, pushing inside with no hesitation. You screamed at the intrusion, walls sporadically clenching and unclenching around him. Your lungs burned, trying to suck in air but he was punching it all out of you.

The connections in your brain were going all haywire, all of your thoughts absorbed by him and the feeling of his cock bullying your walls.

Namjoon set a punishing pace, hips pistoling in and out of you until you could almost feel him in your throat. His eyes found where you were connected, your juices and his cum spilling out in a messy mixture. Everything was so wet. He was slipping in and out of you so easily and it felt so good.

Your eyes crossed, mouth open as screams and chants of his name left you. His right hand came up to wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly—not enough to cut off your already sparse air but just enough for you to feel it. Your hands scratched at his arms, the burn fueling him further.

Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were truly a sight to behold. He almost wanted to tattoo this image on his eyelids. Your pleasurable state was one of his favorite sights, right next to you smiling, your ass, and that confused look you got on your face that first time you saw a pink strawberry. Strawberries were red, right?

He could feel your walls suffocating his cock once again. You were close. Incoherent ramblings fell from your lips, chants of how good he felt and how close you were. His hand released your throat, both coming up to hold onto the headboard and hips slamming into you even harder.

“N-Namjoon!” Tears welled in your eyes, overwhelming pleasure and love filling your veins. You loved him so much. He was everything to you. He was your person.

Your orgasm hit you so hard that your vision went white, ears ringing and toes curling. This orgasm was stronger than your others and it felt slightly different but very familiar.

Your walls forced Namjoon’s cock out of you, a short burst of liquid leaving your pussy. He used his cock to slap at your clit, prolonging your pleasure.

“Good girl! Squirt all over my cock.” He praised, a slightly sadistic smile spread across his face. He loved you like this—when your pleasure absolutely consumed you to the point where your body reacted this way.

A few tugs to his own cock and he came as well, spurts of cum landing on your pussy and dripping down your ass.

He slowly let your legs down, massaging your thighs. Leaning over you, he pressed a few kisses to your temple and cheeks, whispering sweet words to you as you came down.

After a few moments, you let out a hum, lifting your weak arms to wrap around his neck and pull him into a kiss.

“Are you okay?” He asked after pulling away.

“More than okay. I haven’t squirted like that in a while.”

He rubbed his nose against yours. “Mhmm. I love when you do. It’s so hot.” His softening cock rubbed against your ultra sensitive clit, your body jumping and a whine falling from your lips.

“Stop.” You whined. “I feel like my pussy is going to fall off.”

“Well, we can’t have that. Why don’t we go shower and have some cake?”

Your smile was dazzling. “That sounds amazing.”

After you were done using the bathroom and cleaning up, you went to cut the cake, not trusting Namjoon with a knife.

“Don’t want you losing any fingers. I won’t be able to live if you lost those.” You winked, giggling when he gave you a playful slap to your ass.

While you did that, he sat on the couch and went back to his phone. It was still open to the photo of his friends. Liking it, he closed out his social media and went to the page he was looking at before he opened Instagram.

The bright colored logo stared him him in the face, that feeling of anxiousness rising in his chest once again.

“I sliced some strawberries too. All fully red, as they should be.”

At the sight of you, that pressure alleviated, adoration swelling at how adorable you were.

Why was he so nervous in the first place? He couldn’t remember and for now, it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was you.

“Pink strawberries are valid.”

“They’re confusing! It’s like, why are strawberries red but strawberry candy is always pink? Then do they use pink strawberries for candy? It’s ridiculous.”

Yeah. You.

~

Staring up at the building, Namjoon inhaled a deep breath, palms feeling sweaty. The drive here had been full of nerves. He swore his hands were on 11 and 3 this time.

Calm down. Deep breath. Everything would be fine.

A kind woman greeted him at the door.

“Welcome to Euphoria Jewelers. How can I help you?”

“I want to buy a ring.”

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[yoonieper]

His Majesty | KNJ

Come and serve your King.

・❥・ Pairing: King!Namjoon x Maid!Reader

・❥・ Genre: smut, angst, a tiny bit of fluff

・❥・ Rated: B for Bow 

・❥・ Warnings: cheating, oral (m+f receiving), clothes are ripped, bondage, spanking, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (this the past, but not you <3), joon’s a little too hot in this one, get your fans ready

・❥・ Word Count: 9.6k

・❥・ Summary: His majesty was always fond of you. Little glances here, longing touches there, it was obvious something was going on. When the Queen left the kingdom for a little while, it was finally time. He could finally have you the way he wanted. 

・❥・ Collab: This is part of @erotikkook Kingdom collab! My first collab piece, yay! Thank you so much Levi for finally giving me a reason to write this lol! Please check out the other stories as well! 

・❥・ Now Playing: Earned It by The Weeknd

・❥・ Beta: @xxxanimangxxx thank you so much for reading this so quickly 😭 

・❥・ Author’s Note: HA! I’m back already (hehehehe)~ This was meant to be posted for Joonie’s bday, but things happened… Anyway, fun fact, I got this idea when me and my sister were discussing frozen fanfiction, in particular a very snacky older Hans brother. I owe a lot of these ideas to my sister so shout out to her who helped me come up with this 😩✊🏽 I hope to post a less angsty Joon fic in the near future *hint hint wink wink something might be in the works* :,) Anyway enjoy this y’all ;)

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

You never thought of yourself as nosy. You didn’t think your friends nor your family would disagree at this claim, you were honestly more known for being good at staying out of other’s business. However, your job at the palace seemed to challenge this standard you had for yourself. 

You would oftentimes find yourself in the room when important court officials would be having discussions, but you always tried to pay no mind to their words and carried on with your assigned duties. However, you were just a maid to most of these officials and it always seemed like they wouldn’t care if you were dusting a shelf right across the room. You weren’t nosy, but you were human after all. You had ears. 

You often enjoyed the palace gossip, never spreading it yourself necessarily, but you wouldn’t hesitate to take part in the chatter among the other palace staff that seemed to always spread like wildfire.  

Most court officials always made you feel invisible, you didn’t mind it that way honestly, but one managed to snake his way into your life and became a chapter you never would have pictured for your humble existence. 

“Are you sure that is the best idea?” A deep, booming voice reverberated throughout the empty throne room. You tried your best not to turn around. 

“Your majesty, if you must know I have just gotten word from my father detailing my mother’s illness. I think this is enough reason to leave the palace grounds despite what’s going on right now.” Her voice was firm like she wasn’t even asking.

“I understand. Just considering what everyone is saying at the moment, I am worried. How long are you requesting leave?” 

“I hope to return in one month’s time, but depending on my mother’s condition it might be longer.” You could feel his gaze even with your back turned to them both. He wanted you to listen.  

“That is fine by me, just be sure to inform me of your mother’s condition from time to time, send her my dearest regards.”

“Thank you, your majesty.” 

In your peripheral you saw her majesty get up and turn toward the entrance, but she stopped in her tracks and turned around to face him. 

“Your majesty, upon my return I feel it is best to listen to our people. We need an heir.” She spoke plainly, lacking complete emotion. This was just business.  

Silence filled the room for a little while. 

“I will see you in a month.” He too lacked that emotion one would expect from the weight of her statement. 

No more words were exchanged between the couple and soon you heard the door to the room close behind her majesty. 

Happenings at the palace have been quite tense lately. Security has been tighter than ever and the crowds outside the palace have grown more restless by the passing days. Only you know the true reason for the controversy surrounding the newly appointed King. 

It still felt like yesterday when the news of the death of the former King and Queen was spreading around the kingdom. Their son was of age to take the throne, so from a political standpoint the kingdom was secure, but with how sudden their death was, a lot of things needed to be rushed. 

You had recently started working at the palace when it was announced that the newly crowned King would be marrying the princess of Alreda, a neighboring kingdom you had heard the former King had been trying to make peace with. 

Everyone knew that the marriage was more of a political move than anything out of love, but because of his parents, everyone started with high hopes for the new couple. It was infamous across borders the story of the King and Queen of Kleier was a match that started off as nothing more than an arrangement that eventually blossomed into a fiery romance that seemed to spread over the kingdom.

Everyone had hopes for their son as well. 

King Namjoon though was nothing like his parents by far. His last few years of reign were nothing bad, but he was known around the kingdom as a cold, yet thorough, meticulous, and a questionable ruler. Gone was the same light the former King spread over the kingdom, instead was a husk of what was once a kingdom filled with life and love.

No one complained at first however considering the suddenness of the King and Queen’s death. It was like the entire kingdom was still grieving. 

There were some people however that were not as forgiving, demanding immediate perfection from the new King. Recently the topic everyone seemed to talk about was the fact that his majesty had been married to the Queen for 4 years and still had yet to produce an heir. 

It was tradition that the King and Queen were to consummate their marriage and that would bless the kingdom with good fortune while they ruled. It quickly spread around the kingdom that this ‘blessing’ never happened on their wedding night. That’s essentially what started the gossip. 

The fact that they had been married for so long and the Queen wasn’t even with child at the moment caused a bit of an uproar. Their voices grew louder as time passed and they took advantage of people’s grief about the former King and Queen and turned any small concerns they had into even more voices. 

The King and Queen had even been advised to stay inside the palace gates because of safety concerns.   

No one knew why the King had yet to spend the night with the Queen, no one knew why they hadn’t produced an heir yet, no one knew but you. 

As soon as the door closed, you heard footsteps approaching from behind.

They were slow, calculated, and you could feel his gaze piercing through the back of your skull. You could feel your skin starting to burn, but you never faltered in your task of cleaning the relics that lined the throne room. You never turned around, not even when you felt his sturdy chest against your back. 

“Did you hear that?” His voice was low and soft, not at all the same way he spoke with her majesty.

“I’ve been waiting for a time like this to come. I hope you have as well.” You felt shivers go down your spine, every word making you more eager for his touch than you thought possible. You felt his arm snake around your waist, before he pulled you even closer.

It was not out of lust but of longing, the pain of needing to put his role as the ruler of the kingdom first before his own selfish desires. The reason why the King had yet to spend the night with her majesty, was no reason as complicated as what the kingdom had spread. It was simply you. 

It had been the first time you had laid eyes on the King, it had merely been days after you started your job as a maid in the palace. The head maid had been ushering you to the tea room, when you saw him walk down the hallway.

The head maid urged you to make room and bow, but as you felt his presence sweep by, you had looked up curiously to see his majesty and you felt your heart nearly stop when your eyes met. Instead of the strong, powerful, gaze you expected all you saw was how tired he seemed and pain you didn’t quite understand until later. It was in that moment his eyes locked onto yours as he passed by, a moment that felt like an entirety but was really only a few seconds because he stopped right in his tracks to look at you. 

His entire party that followed closely behind, bumped into each other. Everyone was surprised at him suddenly coming to a halt. 

“Who is this?” He questioned the head maid. You had felt your blood run cold wondering if you had made a mistake already. 

“L/N Y/N your majesty, she’s a new maid I’m training.” The head maid had bowed deeper and her eyes remained trained to the ground. Immediately you senesed the terrible blunder you had made already. 

Namjoon’s gaze returned back to you for a second. Part of you expected him to order for you to be thrown in jail or maybe even sentenced to a vicious beheading, but instead his eyes only lingered for a second longer before he was continuing with his party.   

Some may have not expected this interaction to be much, but anytime you happened to work in the same room as his majesty you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being looked at. Every time you were proved right, he was always staring at you. 

It was one fateful day that basically started this predicament. You had been working one late  night and you happened to walk into a room his majesty was in. As soon as you pushed open the doors, you heard the sounds of pained sobs and pitiful whimpers, and that’s when his majesty sitting by the fireplace turned to you and your eyes met once again.  

You apologized and was about to leave but he stopped you and he told you to continue working. His voice was groggy and you only wondered how long he had been crying. While you tried to work in peace your concern for the King got the best of you and you finally had to ask what was troubling him.

This led to you taking a seat right beside him by the fireplace and you let him vent his frustrations out. He went on about how much he missed his parents, how much he did not want to get married to the princess from Alreada, all the overwhelming Kingly duties that had suddenly been sprung onto him, and pretty much everything that he had seemingly bottled up inside his troubled mind since he took the crown. 

You were there and despite you just being a maid, he let you listen to all his struggles almost as if he had just been waiting for someone to ask him that one question for months. 

Things after that changed between you two, what started as making eye contact longer than you knew you were meant to, almost as if to reminisce the memory of the night you shared, slowly grew longer and longer the closer to the day Namjoon was meant to get married. 

You both never said a word to each other, but it seemed as if you both knew exactly what you wanted the moment you looked into each other’s eyes.

You were confused and you sensed the conflict every time you met his gaze, but that didn’t stop the marriage. You sat in one of the furthest back pews in the church that day. You saw that same saddened look as the day you caught him crying alone as he said his “I dos” and his vow to love the princess. 

For a while whatever was happening between you two ceased completely. As much as your heart ached you knew he had a duty and he was put into a marriage he couldn’t escape. Now that his majesty had gotten married it was finally time to put an end to your foolish fantasy, there was no way you could have been together anyway. 

As the months turned into years, you tried your best to move on and focus on serving the King and Queen, but as rumors about their relationship started to spread around the palace, even escaping past the gates, you could not help but think about that night once more. 

The more rumors that spread the more you noticed the signs yourself. You would sometimes walk into them arguing, you saw how distant they were. They were hardly ever in the same room together, let alone a couple that had been married for some time. The more you noticed the more you also started to see the King’s gaze return to yours once more. 

It didn’t stop there. 

Anytime you were alone he would make sure to move closer to you and watch you work, he would talk to you sometimes and you both would be merry and laugh. Whatever moment you shared before he was married was not a dream like you had been convincing yourself over the years. It slapped you in the face one day when you found yourself in a similar position, alone with his majesty. 

It was late and the guards were right outside, but you both stood on the balcony facing the gardens as he held you in his arms. Nothing happened, but you could feel it, feel just how much he wanted you. 

As much as you wanted to push yourself away from his enchanting presence, he was a married man after all and you were merely a maid, but each time you found yourself alone with him, your skin burned and all you wanted was to have him closer. You needed him closer. 

As his majesty pulled away you only wished to pull him close again and have his way with you. 

What did he mean, what was in store for you?

You found out the very day her majesty boarded her carriage. All the palace staff had been called outside to wish her farewell. You hadn’t been too far from the King, and as her majesty stepped onto the carriage you noticed his gaze was always locked onto yours. 

You felt dirty, the Queen being right there ready to embark on a journey to visit her ill mother, yet all you were thinking about was what his majesty, what her husband was going to do to you. 

It was awful, yet at the same time after she left and everyone was heading inside, his majesty stayed behind with you and whispered something in your ear that made you forget about the questionable morality of the situation. 

“Cellar. 2 strikes on the clock. Don’t be late.” 

And you weren’t, while everyone slept you crept out of the maid’s quarters and down to the cellar where he said he would be. You could not be happier to see him waiting for you.

He was still wearing his royal robes, the blue fabric decorated intricately with lighter swirls along with his family crest sewn into the back and shoulders. He was still even wearing his crown. It was almost like he was waiting for you for a lot longer than you thought. 

You hardly had time to fully grasp he was in front of you before he was grabbing onto your arm, pushing you against the wall, cupping your cheeks, and kissing you like he had been holding back for so many years. 

The passion erupted as you clumsily raked your hands over his body, his crown falling off his head, clanking loudly on the ground, but that didn’t sway you both as he picked you up onto a table and hiked up your nightgown. It was quick, you both were conscious of the fact that someone could walk downstairs at any moment but the tension that’s been built over the years didn’t sway you. 

He took you right then and there and despite everything you couldn’t have been happier. 

You found yourself sneaking down to the cellar while most of the palace staff slept more often than not. It was almost as if it was all a dream, a dream both you and Namjoon knew you would have to wake up from sooner than later. The Queen was to return and for some reason you knew that whatever was going on between you and his majesty would have to end. 

Namjoon would finally have to fulfill his duty and give the kingdom an heir. He had a kingdom to take care of and you wouldn’t allow yourself to come in between that because of feelings. A beautiful kingdom going down for something as trivial as this? No, you wouldn’t do that to everyone. 

Instead you let yourself enjoy this time before her majesty returns, let everything end with happy memories before you needed to say goodbye.  

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You weren’t paying any mind to the world around you as you focused on polishing the fireplace. The head maid had always complained whenever she would see it, saying you would always do a lousy job. You were set on impressing her this time so you had been concentrating on all the gold and making sure the fireplace sparkled, you didn’t even notice the sound of the door closing and locking. 

You still didn’t really focus on it until you heard the sounds of slow, calculated footsteps walking toward you. It was at that moment you stopped working, feeling every part of yourself light ablaze just at the mere thought of being in the same room alone. 

As his footsteps drew closer you finally allowed yourself to turn around. You were delighted to see him giving you a warm, dimpled smile and you found it impossible not to smile back at him. He was glorious. 

His red robes were wrapped tightly around his frame making his physique hidden underneath almost on full display. Gold accents lined the fabric, along with the chain wrapped around his shoulders that connected the flowy cape dragging behind him. His crown sitting on top of his head sparkled brightly with the array of jewels that decorated it. The room was illuminated by the various colors, alluring rainbows covered the wall behind him making him appear quite heavenly. You couldn’t help but be enchanted by this one in particular, yet also resent it knowing knowing such a simple piece of headwear was the reason you could never be with him. 

“What are you doing?” his powerful, yet kind voice almost made your knees buckle. You turned back around to the fireplace. 

“Polishing your fireplace, your majesty—“ Your heart nearly stopped when you felt his arms wrap around your waist. 

“Is that so?” He sighed as he buried his head in your neck, enjoying the way you smelled like the flowers in his garden. 

“Yes sir, I was almost done if you wanted me to le–” Your voice was shaky. He was normally never so bold during the day. 

“Mmmm, I think you missed a spot.” You noticed the subtle way his words slurred together and the smell of wine on his breath. You suddenly remembered that he had lunch today with neighboring rulers. 

None of that mattered though, knowing now you had somehow missed a spot again despite your efforts. 

“I did your majesty?” You panicked. 

“Here…” He grabbed a hold of the hand that was holding the rag and slowly guided it to a higher spot on the fireplace. 

“Try going a little harder…” Namjoon said softly before stepping back a little. You did as he said, rubbing the metal a little harder but Namjoon was right behind you again and grabbing onto your hand. 

“Not too hard, just– yeah like that.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and helped you work the rag slowly in a circle. You felt your breath hick when his grip on your waist tightened.  

“Go in a circle like this and with just the right amount of pressure…” He let his words linger and you weren’t sure if it was from how close he was standing, his hand around yours, or the words that made your whole body tingle and you wished nothing more than for him to pull you close. 

He pulled your hand away from the metal and you were delighted to see it sparkle like the rest of the beautifully crafted fireplace. “Look at how pretty it shines.” He smiled, finally letting go of you entirely and made his way to sit on the ottoman that sat at the foot of his bed. 

You turned around and you shivered seeing the way he was looking at you. His gaze was dark and almost… hungry? 

You cleared your throat and bent down to grab a different rag, one that you would use to clean the wooden furniture the King had decorated the palace with over the years. 

You moved closer so you were standing right in front of him, he smirked at you as you got on your hands and knees.

“Sorry your highness, I was going to clean this next. Is that ok?” You looked up at him, an act normally that would get you thrown away, but one you knew the King loved when it came to you. He always told you how much he loved your eyes. 

He chuckled darkly and leaned forward so he was only inches away, you noticed his gaze drift down to your lips and back up at your eyes.

“Don’t let me stop you.” 

Everything, everywhere on your body burned, but you maintained a level head and got to work. You started working your rag along the beautiful wooden legs of the ottoman, making sure to do it just like the King had instructed you earlier, all while maintaining eye contact.

You didn’t exactly know what the aim of this game was, but you wanted him just as hot as you were. 

After thoroughly going over the legs you slowly rubbed the cloth along the wood lining underneath the red cushion. As you got closer you slowed down, but maintained that eye contact. When you were right by his leg, he leaned back and parted his legs further. His gaze challenged you and you didn’t hesitate moving in between his thighs to continue working your rag along the lining.

You made sure to go extra slow, making sure you missed no spot, all to make sure the King knew you knew how to do your job correctly. You didn’t miss the way he bit his lip and tried to move himself closer to your hand, all the while you seemingly paid no mind and simply did your job.

You were about to move on to the other side, but as you scooted away Namjoon grabbed onto your arm and pulled you back. 

He stared into your eyes and then glanced over at the door. You knew if his majesty was here his guards would be standing right outside the door. This little game would just have to end for now, maybe later you could sneak downs–

Namjoon’s hand came up to lightly caress your cheek, you stared at him wide eyed as he used his thumb to gently trace over your features. You glanced over at the door and back at him, wondering what he was doing.

He leaned in closely.

“Stand up.” He commanded. 

You were slightly confused but did as he asked. He got up slowly and looked you right in the eyes.

It was like time stood still for a moment, uncertainty lingering in the air the deeper you looked in his eyes.    

But the tension broke and before you knew it, he was pulling you close and kissing you. You could immediately taste the exorbitant wine on his tongue, the price of one bottle amounting to more than you’d ever be worth in your lifetime. Each time you kissed, the forbiddenness of your relationship would become all you could think about, but every time it always made you so hungry for his touch. You wished you could do this all the time…

You were quick to feel Namjoon’s plead for more as his hands eagerly ran down your dress and kissed you with a more hurried need. Your body was quick to be set alight by his lips against yours, sparks being sent all throughout your body. You needed him closer. 

You both slowly pulled away and the look in his eyes was pained with lust. He almost seemed upset, angry, but you knew that wasn’t it.

His hand came back up to cup your cheek and the other that was resting on your waist pulled you closer. You looked up at him curious as to what he was going to do, and your eyes immediately focused on his lips as he started leaning in. Your heart swelled when his lips gently kissed your cheek, but the sweet moment didn’t last long as he pulled you back toward the ottoman and he took a seat. 

Namjoon grabbed your hand and pulled you so you were standing right in front of him. You stood there as his eyes raked over your form and his hand came up to play with the fabric of your skirt.

That angered expression returned. 

“Take this off.” He looked up at you. His words made you shiver but your eyes quickly darted over to the door where the guards were standing outside. 

“What about–” you started, a little concerned but Namjoon quickly interjected.

“Take it off.” He repeated.

His tone was serious and you knew what he was suggesting wasn’t a good idea, risking the secret that you’ve managed to keep between you two for years getting out. But in that moment you remembered the Queen’s words before she had departed. These last few weeks might very well be the last time you even get to glance in his majesty’s direction let alone be intimate the way you wished you could be all the time. 

This was the end of the road and the fact he was so confident knowing that his guards were merely behind his big ebony doors, you knew he would handle the situation if the word were to spread. You trusted him so much that you reached behind you and tugged at the strings that laced up your dress. 

You looked him directly in the eyes as the fabric started to loosen around your skin, the way his eyes darted around your body eagerly awaiting for the slightest skin reveal. His gaze made you warm and the ache between your legs even more unbearable but you couldn’t hide the excitement at having this power over him.

Your apron hit the floor first, then the outer layer of your dress, and the undercoat that gave the dress its shape. You noticed the labored breathing as more of yourself was revealed to his majesty, the more pained his expression looked, and the more you noticed the tent between his legs become more prominent. 

Once the undercoat was removed all you were left in was your white stockings, garters, and the under dress that hung loosely over your form.

“Please…” You heard him whisper as he finally looked up at you. You didn’t hesitate with removing the last layer, revealing the underwear that was encrusted with his initials. All palace staff had a uniform they were required to wear, everything you wore had his mark somewhere on your body. It was standard palace procedure but in this moment you relished in the thought that it was him who covered up your most intimate parts. 

Namjoon sat up and he quickly let his hands explore the exposed skin, he groaned softly at the way you felt underneath his grasp, almost as if he couldn’t stand being apart from you for a second longer. 

You tried to make no noise despite how good his hands felt on your body, but before too long he grabbed onto your hand and pulled you close so he could whisper in your ear. 

“Get down on your knees and serve your King.” The words were filthy, essentially forcing you into complete submission. This was an order. You would have moaned if it wasn’t for the guards outside. You wanted to please him so well, serve your King so well that you instantly dropped down like he wished, eager to make his majesty feel good.

Namjoon looked down at you with hungry eyes as your hands came up and ran over his clothed thighs. He was quick to let you know he was not in the mood for teasing, nor for taking things slow, guiding your hand up to the tie around his waist. 

You didn’t hesitate pulling on the fabric, making sure to maintain eye contact with his majesty. In your peripheral you still noticed his fleeting grip on the ottoman, the red fabric being pulled between his fingers. His head leaned back slightly and even saw his crown tumble clumsily from his head and onto the bed behind him. You were making him a mess before you had truly touched him.

As soon as the tie was undone the King stood up so you were face first with the tent in his pants. He hastily unclipped the chain holding up his fur cape and it draped onto the ottoman. He reached into his pants and you watched with bated breath as you were once again blessed with the sight of his majesty. 

You could not help but stare. No longer being hidden in the darkness of the cellar only lit up by the flickering light of one mere candle, to see him in his full glory, you felt unworthy. You marveled at its slight curve, the way the pink tip leaked and pleaded for you. How his majesty wanted you at all was still a mystery to you as well, you were merely a maid, a maid who had nothing to give him. He had everything to give to you and you stupidly allowed yourself to get mixed up in affairs you knew you had no business in. 

This might very well be the last time you will be blessed with the opportunity of even looking into his eyes. You wanted him to remember you, to remember that there is a maid whose heart he stole, even if only for a short while after the Queen returns.  

Your attention was returned when his majesty reached his hand underneath your chin and pulled you closer to what you have been staring at. The motion forced your eyes to return to his. 

His breath was heavy as he used his other hand to tease his cock between your lips, a primal, guttural moan escaping his lips as you happily opened your mouth and took him whole. 

You watched his eyes flutter shut as you let him get adjusted to the feeling of your mouth before moving back and taking him all once more. 

“Oh– fuck.” He sighed, your mouth feeling too good too quickly. His filthy words made the ache between your legs even worse. The words were filthy, improper, something a King should never say, yet with you he felt comfortable enough to let the title and expectations slip his mind when he was with you. 

Namjoon’s hands hurriedly came up to tangle in your hair, his tight grip made your scalp burn and he forced you into a quicker rhythm. 

His moans were prettier than any tune on the harpsichord ever offered you. For a second you forgot that there were likely people outside listening. Either his majesty didn’t care whatsoever, or he was trying and horribly failing at keeping quiet. 

“So fucking good to me–” He groaned. The words of praise made you want to do better, serve him better. You slacked your jaw so he could more easily push into your mouth, you weren’t prepared for the whine he let out as a result. 

“Ohhhhh…”

You let him fuck your throat completely ignoring the way your eyes started to tear up, instead you focused on his expression and his drunken gaze staring down at you. He seemed amazed, and utterly taken aback by how filthy you are. Your rushed nights together in the cellar was nothing like today. 

His pace started growing more irregular and you knew it would not be long before you could taste his highness.  

Namjoon started to slow down, not yet wanting to finish, but your hands came up to run over his thighs once more trying to keep him from leaving.

“Y/n…” He warned. He didn’t want you to stop either but if he didn’t soon he would–

He finally worked up the will to pull himself out of your mouth, but you did not let him away that easily. Your eyes remained fixed on his as you ran your tongue along the vein and swirled around the tip.

“I’m close, I want–”

“I want to please you, your majesty…” You were practically begging him to finish in your mouth. He stared down at you, taken aback, but he found you incredibly wanton at this moment. It just made the ache worse. 

You teased the tip between your lips, your hand came up and stroked him gently, eager for him to let go. 

His majesty moaned, unable to resist the temptation and pushed his cock between your lips once more. It only took one slow glide of his hips before you felt him release into your mouth. 

In the moment you forgot where you were, the world outside the ebony doors didn’t exist to you anymore. You forgot about the possible consequences of your actions, how the palace staff outside could likely hear you. In that moment it was just you and his majesty, the King was yours and you never wanted it to end. 

You marveled at his soft expression tightening, the strangled moans and unseemly curses that slipped from his lips, the grip on your hair pulling you closer so he could make sure you swallowed every bit of the cum you begged for.

As his high rolled over, his attention returned down to you once more and reached out his hand for you to take it. You grabbed it and stood you up. You ignored how achy and sore your knees felt, choosing instead to focus on his grace and the way he stared at you.

His attention fleeted from your eyes down to your exposed breasts and trailed further down to your garter belt and eventually settled on your panties. His gaze made your skin burn and even more eager for him to finally touch you, you knew he would. 

What you didn’t expect was for him to take a step closer and grab onto your waist. He leaned in close enough that your noses brushed against each other. 

“You perplex me so much Y/n. I’m told you are but a maid, but my heart and body yearn for you as if you were her majesty herself.” It was then that his hands traveled further down until you felt them suddenly grab firmly on your ass. You nearly yelped, his confession so direct and his hands on your body making sure you knew he meant every word. 

“Her majesty is not here and we have only but so much time before my responsibility as the King of this nation must take priority– but right now I want the opportunity to take my time and ravage your body.” You felt every word down below and couldn’t stop yourself when you finally closed the distance. 

You kissed him hurriedly, making sure he knew that you felt the same way and you couldn’t wait for him to take you the way he wanted. Namjoon was quick at getting into rhythm and his hands ran along your body, desperately grabbing at anything he possibly could. 

You fell into his arms, wanting, needing to feel him more closely. You felt him begin to pull at your stockings and panties, you were waiting for him to finally rid them of your body but you could tell he was struggling to remove them. It was then that you remembered you weren’t normally this clothed when you would meet down in the cellar, your nightdress and underwear usually being the only barriers between you two.  

You weren’t prepared for the sudden ripping sound and the coolness of the air on your legs. You finally broke the kiss to look down and saw him ripping your stockings, the force ruining your garter belt. 

Instead of dwelling onto it too much, you aided him in removing your bra as he tugged down your panties down your legs. 

Standing nude in front of him, he looked you over once more before guiding you over the side of his bed and ushering you to take a seat. 

You watched curiously as he hurriedly tugged on the unraveled belt of his pants. You were not prepared for him to order for your hands and begin to tie the belt around your wrist. You were confused yet excited seeing the gleam in his eyes. You knew whatever his majesty had in store for you was more than you deserved.

You were about to ask him what he was doing but the minute his majesty seemed satisfied with the knot he pulled up further up the bed so he could tie the other end around his bed frame post. 

He then ripped the belt that had tied his robe around his waist and did the same to your other wrist. You were bound and at his mercy, he could do anything to you in this position. You did not mind at all though, trusting him completely. 

Once his majesty was done, he moved so he stood at the foot of the bed and just stared at you. His gaze made your skin burn and on instinct you tried to cover yourself up, but with your hands unavailable you could not do much except cross your legs slightly. 

His majesty shook his head at your actions. “Need to see all of you princess.” He whispered quietly, leaning in a little further. 

The nickname was new and you could have melted right there knowing his majesty saw you worthy enough for a nickname as high as the one he decided on. A pedestal higher than you knew what you were worth was enough to give you that little bit of confidence to follow his command. 

Your eyes begged for him and as you spread your legs, it was obvious how much you truly wanted his majesty. You reveled in the way his eyes held desperation as he stared right where you have been wanting him.

“I need you, your majesty…” You pleaded, needing his hands to cool your burning skin. 

Your words visibly got to him, your shy demeanor shedding in favor of something more bold. You knew he knew what you were trying to do and it was clearly working. He desperately threw his robe to the ground and climbed over the ottoman and onto the bed, slotting himself between your thighs. 

You both stared into each other’s eyes for a second, the gaze saying more than a thousand words could have in that moment. You both wanted so much more out of this than you knew was possible, but this will just have to make do. 

His majesty leaned in and planted a soft kiss right on your lips before pulling back. You felt a hand run up along your thigh as he leaned in so he was right by your ear. 

“Let me worship you.” His voice was shaky and you were not sure if it was from emotion or of pure need. 

You couldn’t even speak before you felt his hand move from your thigh to between your legs. You were knocked breathless when his fingers ran up your slit and settled on your clit, rubbing gentle circles that made your eyes flutter close and a soft moan escaped your lips. 

You made sure to maintain eye contact as he watched your face intently, you wanted him to know how good he was making you feel already. 

“Touch me please, your majesty…” You sighed, leaning up to pull him closer. Namjoon knew what you wanted and leaned in further so he was planting his lips on yours. You were hungry and desperately received him, you knew you caught him off guard but he was quick to match your energy. 

You sighed impatiently when his lips trailed further down to kiss your neck. You were not prepared for the glorious sensation of his mouth when he began sucking lightly on your skin. Every touch he gave made your head spin, but just knowing there was a possibility this might leave a mark, that you might walk out of this room branded by his majesty himself for everyone to see made your heart flutter. 

You pulled lightly on your restraints, wishing so badly in that moment to touch him, but was harshly reminded that was not possible right now.

Namjoon’s lips trailed down further, kissing you down your chest, over your breast, down your stomach and closer and closer to where you craved him.

“Please…” You cried. You probably looked pathetic right now, but you needed him so bad you didn’t even care.  

Namjoon smiled up at you, before quickly leaning in to fulfill your desires. His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you steady as his tongue ran up your slit. At this you couldn’t contain your moan.

You had long forgotten that there were likely people standing outside the door, but your own voice surprised you and you hurriedly tried to shush yourself. The consequences of your actions today were nice to pretend did not exist, that you could both walk out of this room hand and hand and everyone in the palace and kingdom would accept your relationship. 

In truth you both were taking so many risks being together like this in the open. It was already risky enough sneaking into the cellar every other night, but to be out like this in broad daylight people might have assumed the Queen returned home early from her trip. 

Affairs happen all the time for court officials of a kingdom, a lot of their marriages are only ways to advance their political careers so having “someone else” wasn’t uncommon. If this was a normal case people wouldn’t bat an eye at your relationship with his majesty especially considering this was more than your average affair. It was the heart that pulled you both together, not the lustful demon that resided inside you both. 

But this wasn’t the normal case. The people, after experiencing a loving King and Queen, wanted that once again and seemingly wouldn’t settle for less. His Majesty had to give his heart to the Queen in order to avoid a possible rebellion. You simply can not exist. 

You tried to shush yourself as his tongue got to work pleasing you, he knew your body so well after only a few weeks.  

You wished desperately to reach your hands down into his hair like you usually would, but the grip on your wrists once again reminded you were bound and completely at his majesty’s mercy.

You cried out as he eagerly lapped at your folds before he leaned back and let his fingers run through your slick once more.

“Marvelous…” He quietly mumbled to himself, finally getting a great view between your legs.

You didn’t have any time to feel embarrassed at all before two of his fingers were inside you and suddenly it became impossible to be quiet with the way his majesty curled his fingers, hitting a spot he knew all too well made it hard for you to be quiet.

You tried to shush yourself once more, but a glance down to the King himself made you realize this was all intentional. His eyes were locked on your expression and his subtle smile whenever you would moan out for him made it obvious. For some reason he wanted you to scream for him, despite the guards who were standing outside or any passersby he still wanted to hear you.

The revelation made that growing ache down below even worse.

“P–Please, your majesty…” You moaned, hoping he would put you out of your misery soon. You heard a low chuckle before the situation somehow managed to get even worse. His majesty showed you no mercy and made sure everyone in the palace would hear you scream.

He used his tongue along with his fingers, his thumb circling your clit and his tongue had made its way inside you. He would switch, suddenly his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you. It was too much, he was too good to you and the emotion you felt had that cord inside you wanting to snap.

“Your-your majesty, I–”

“Cum for me princess.” The nickname and his voice was the last thing you needed before your whole body surged with excitement, pleasure flooding all of your senses. It was so good, his majesty was just so good to you, you could hardly believe it when you were able to open your eyes to see the majestic painting that decorated the entire ceiling and to feel the soft sheets on your back.

You were in his majesty’s room and… you glanced down to see his adorable smile looking up at you. Right, he was so sweet to you. 

That dopey expression fleeted quickly though as he reached up and began untying the knots that were around your wrists. 

“So pretty… Everyone in the palace likely heard you princess. You know this is meant to be a secret. I feel like I need to make sure you understand that.” At first you were confused by his words, he knew you were trying your best to quiet yourself, but the smirk on his face told you he was not being serious.

Oh. You understood what was going on.

The minute he was able to wrangle you free, he guided you so you were on your hands and knees in front of him. You couldn’t stop the excitement building up once again at the thought of what could be in store for you next. 

That excitement was raised when you felt the dip in the bed rise and turned around to see his majesty hurriedly tugging down his pants. You felt your face flush the minute you caught sight of his cock springing free and instinctively turned back around. 

 The bed dipped once more and it didn’t take long for you to feel the slow drag of his cock along the swells of your ass, your body shivered and you wanted to scream for him to finally get inside you.

You heard him curse lightly, making you turn around to see his eyes glued to the mounds and you felt his hand come up, run up your thigh before lightly grabbing at your ass.

“So fucking pretty… you’ll be good right? I promise to have you, but first I must…” He didn’t finish his sentence and you were about to question him until you felt a firm slap right across your cheeks.

You yelped, not at all expecting that nor the increased desire you felt to finally have him.

“Count to 10 for me princess, I promise I will fuck you right after.” He almost moaned as he softly rubbed the irritated skin.

You wanted to please him. 

“1.” 

SLAP!

So good, you needed him inside you. This punishment was less of one than a chance to have his hands on you. 

You loved it.

“2…”

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The two guards looked at each other worriedly. The King had said that he was tired after his meeting earlier. He said the wine was getting to him and the guards simply expected a long, but boring rest of their shift. 

What they didn’t expect was merely a few minutes after the door closed behind him, were for moans of his majesty to be heard. That wasn’t the concerning part though. What had them worried was hearing the sound of moans of a woman on the other side of the door.

It became obvious that they were witnesses to an affair. With how rocky the political climate was, they both knew if word were to get out about this, there would be horrible consequences in store.

“Excuse me.” The voice startled them both, but they were relieved to see it was only the King’s right hand. 

“Yes sire.” One of the guards said, standing at attention.

“I have an urgent message for the King.” Jae-su declared– Namjoon’s right hand, someone that’s almost been like a second father to him. Usually it was only protocol to declare the purpose of entering the King’s chambers and as the palace staff all knew him so well, nothing more was needed.

Jae-su was surprised when the spears the guards were holding crossed over each other, preventing him from entering. 

“I’m sorry sire, but now may not be the best time–”

Muffled from inside the room was the clear sound of a female's voice inside, seemingly moaning a number. 

Jae-su looked at the guards confused and they clearly seemed worried. 

“No one has entered, but there seems to be someone else inside but his majesty.” The other guard said, slightly panicked. 

Normally this would just warrant Jae-su to walk away and be sure to give his majesty a stern talking to about his behavior, but he was carrying a red sealed letter, something that was meant to be delivered to his majesty immediately. Unfortunately he could not simply walk away and deal with this later.

“I’m sorry gentlemen, but this is a red sealed letter. This must get to his majesty immediately.” He tried to keep his professional front on, but he was clearly flushed.

The guards looked at each other worriedly, before moving their spears.

Jae-su stepped closer to the door and hesitantly knocked. 

“Your majesty, it’s me. I’ve come to deliver you some news.” He called out. 

There was silence for a little while before his majesty finally answered. “Jae-su, this isn’t the best time right now. Can’t you not come back later?” Namjoon questioned.

“Unfortunately not your majesty, this is a red sealed letter from the Queen.”

More silence passed.

“Come in then.” As much as he didn’t want to, his duty had him turning the door knob and opening the door.

Jae-su still had hope that this was some big misunderstanding, but when he went inside he was horrified to see clothes strewn about the room, his majesty’s crown upside down on the ottoman by his bed and right there on the bed was his majesty and a woman together in a less than pure position.

Jae-su nearly screamed when he heard the slapping sound as he walked around the bed to his majesty’s nightstand. 

“8…” You moaned softly. Your cheeks were burning, the right hand seeing you like this was embarrassing, but you also couldn’t help feeling a little fluttery at the thought of Namjoon being so comfortable letting someone in on your little secret.

You wanted to imagine that after all this somehow this might have a happy ending, it was nice to think about.

“I’m sorry your majesty, but this is from the Queen. It details about her soon return and I would suggest you read it immediately.” Jae-su said, sitting the letter on the little silver platter on the nightstand. 

SLAP!

You were taken aback and so was Jae-su at the continuation of your punishment. “9…” you tried to quiet yourself.

“Thank you Jae-su, I’ll read it as soon as I’m done.” Namjoon sighed, taking a fistful of your ass.

“Right… I’m sure you will… your majesty, I’m sure you’re aware that this is an issue. We must talk.” Jae-su said firmly. It was then that the reality of your little fun came crashing down. Those consequences you tried to pretend didn’t exist were made oh so obvious. 

“Please leave. I’m busy Jae-su.” Namjoon sounded frustrated. Jae-su quickly sensed this and hurried his way out the room. 

Silence lingered for a little while, part of you was sure he’d stop, the moment shared being broken by reality. But you were surprised to feel him grab onto your hips tightly before pulling you back onto his cock. 

You both moaned at the feeling, all this playing leading up to this moment. Finally, finally you had him inside you and you never wanted him to leave. 

“Feel-feel so good m’lady…” Namjoon shakily breathed out. He tried to take in as much as he could, the warmth your walls provided, the way you gripped him like you never wanted to let go, your soft sighs of pleasure. You were absolutely perfect in his eyes, he didn’t, he couldn’t let you go. 

After he let you get adjusted, he slowly pulled back his hips before pushing back in. His steady pace turned punishing, almost desperate, quite quickly. You felt so good around him and he wanted everyone to know.

He relished in the way you cried his name. He wanted everyone in the palace to know you were his. If it wasn’t for this stupid fucking marriage he was forced into, you would be. If his parents were still around they wouldn’t have made him marry the Queen, as soon as he would have told them his heart belonged to you, you would have become his bride instead. 

Namjoon felt tears pricking his eyes at the thought, but he shook them away, instead he wanted to focus on you as this could possibly be your last night spent together. 

“Your maj-majesty!” You cried, your hips high up while your face was buried in the pillow gripping onto the fabric tightly. 

“So good to me princess.” Namjoon sighed, hastily pulling your hips back to meet his. He was close and so were you. 

Namjoon could stand it no longer and quickly pulled out and flipped you back over so you were laying on your back. You were a bit taken aback by this, but the minute he pushed his cock back into you, suddenly that did not matter anymore.

If anything it made things better. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to pound into you. 

He clumsily leaned down to meet your lips, kissing you like his life depended on it. In some ways it did. 

His hurried pace was starting to falter making you realize he was close. 

Namjoon pulled away, his gaze trained on your eyes and every little expression you would make. 

“Y/n–” He rushed out. 

“Yes, your highness…”

“Say it…” It was a command, but he sounded so desperate to hear what he wanted.

“What–what your maj–” 

“My name, please I want to hear you say my name.” You and him both knew what this meant. No one of your status was allowed to simply call the King by his first name. The only one in this palace who had that pleasure was her majesty. 

You stared up at him, taken aback by his words.

“Please, please, please– so close–” He begged, his majesty was begging you to say his name. 

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him as close as you could. 

“You’re making me feel so fucking good Namjoon, please cum for me…” If anyone heard you outside of this room you would surely be beheaded but his name falling from your lips and your crude language was enough to have him spilling into your warm embrace without any notice.

You helped work him through it, rubbing his back lightly as he moaned softly into your neck. 

He took a moment to calm himself down before he was pulling back to stare at where your bodies connected, his thumb coming down to hastily rub on your clit once more. 

You were shocked but your body reacted instantly, it did not take too long before your orgasm was hitting you once again so suddenly. It felt good, from the tips of your fingers down to your toes your body cried out for Namjoon. 

He helped work you through yours as well, slowly moving his hips as you started to come down from your high.

For a minute you both just sat there, staring into each other’s eyes, but Namjoon was quick to bend down once again and kiss you. He kissed you with all the passion, yearning, and love he had for you.

For a minute he wanted to pretend like the world outside his ebony doors didn’t exist, that he didn’t have responsibilities that were going to keep him away from you. 

But alas, he found himself eventually pulling away to read the letter sent to him by his wife. 

Namjoon stared at the fancy penmanship, reading the words and not wanting to believe them.

Her mother was now well and she is to be returning in three days. 

Namjoon crumbled up the letter and went back over to you who was staring at him, wondering what the letter said. Instead of answering immediately he put the both of you underneath the covers and pulled you close. 

“Your– Namjoon, what did it say?” His name sounded so pretty from your mouth. 

This time he couldn’t stop the tears he felt coming into his eyes. 

“We don’t have much time left– let’s not think about it though. I find greater pleasure holding you close like this.” He smiled at you, but you could see his eyes starting to well up.

Instead of pushing further on the subject you let yourself relax in his arms. 

It was on the tip of your tongue to tell him, but you knew that would only make things worse. You hope he knows how much you love him and will continue to do so even after the Queen becomes with child.

You would cherish today for a lifetime.

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[chjidk]

𐕣 𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔡🔥🚬

🩹𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𐕣⚠️

𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱:

☻ 𝖘𝖍 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 𓃶

ᴖ̈ 𝖘𝖍 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 𓄃

☻ 𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 𓃹

❛ ━━━━━━━･❪ ✑ᝰ❫━━━━━━━❜

“𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫'𝔰 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯. 𝔄𝔠𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔯 (𝔦𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔶) 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔠𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭.”

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[lifessoshortandsoami]

Kiss

August 2013

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight shining through the small window, with just enough light to make out six sleeping boys.

A 15-year-old boy sat on the upper bunk bed, helping a 14-year-old girl up after holding her hands and pulling her up.

"Let me sleep by the wall, I might fall if I sleep on this side."

"What if I fall if I sleep on the outer side? Huh?"

"Oppa, you know you sleep like a rock." The girl replied with a quiet giggle.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and shifted to give Aera space, she crawled and settled herself beside the wall. The bed was enough for both of them, both of them being quite thin and the girl being small.

"You should sleep on your bed. If you keep sleeping beside me then it will become a habit and then without me you'll not be able to fall asleep."

"What do you mean without you?" Aera raised an eyebrow after laying down and shifting her body to face him. "You'll always be there with me, won't you?"

Jungkook followed her actions, "I will, but you never know what the future holds."

"We write our future. So, if you and I would like to be beside each other even in the future, nothing will be able to stop us." She gave him a superior grin, feeling proud of her inspiring words.

Jungkook looked at her with an awkward smile, cringing at her words and letting out a sigh to suppress his emotions.

Aera chuckled at his expression.

"You need to stop with these sentences which you think are inspirational. It just makes me cringe." He said while playfully pushing her towards the wall, creating distance between their bodies.

Giggling, Aera removed his hand from her shoulder which was pushing her, and pulled the blanket above her. Jungkook instantly joined her.

A comfortable silence fell between them, with the occasional sounds of Namjoon's snores and their breathing.

"What is it?" Said Jungkook without opening his eyes when he felt someone poking his cheek.

"Do you know what it feels like?" Came her timid voice.

Jungkook instantly opened his eyes, getting confused at the change in her tone. "What?"

"Kiss?"

His eyes widened for a second before convincing himself that she must've meant a cheek kiss. Of course, nothing else.

"You've been kissed on the cheek multiple times. Why're you asking?"

"No, I meant... Kiss on lips."

His breath hitched and he shifted his eyes to look at her, staring back at him with innocent curiosity.

"I don't know, I've never kissed."

Time passed with them just staring at each other, after a while Jungkook seemed to have come out of his shock.

"Do you wanna experience it?" He asked the girl who was gently chewing her bottom lip, a habit of hers he had noticed quite often.

Aera nodded, staying still even when he came closer to her face, slowly. Very slowly. As if he was waiting for her to tell him to stop.

She never did.

So he asked her, "Can I kiss you?"

He started moving closer after receiving a nod. Slowly getting close enough that their lips were an inch apart. He noticed Aera closing her eyes so he did the same and pressed their lips together.

There were no sparks, but what they both felt was something beyond that. In that kiss was the sweetness of their relationship, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.

It was pure.

He felt her soft, pillowy lips molding perfectly against his. There were no movements, just them pressing their lips together. Unconsciously, his hand reached out to hold her small one.

After a while, they both pulled away. Eyes still closed and hands still intertwined. Slowly, Aera opened her eyes to look at Jungkook, who was already looking back at her with his eyes holding an emotion she couldn't depict.

Her lips unconsciously held a small smile, which Jungkook mirrored. His thumb caressed the back of her hand lovingly.

A few moments later, Aera's eyes started feeling heavy. They closed without her realizing it, and she drifted off to dreamless slumber.

Not feeling sleepy yet, Jungkook watched as her breathing slowed down to a regular rhythm. His fingers enclosed her hand and he slowly put it on the side of his face, slightly caressing his face with her thumb.

Just like the girl, he also felt his eyes getting heavy. He didn't want to sleep though, he didn't want to look away from the girl who was sleeping peacefully beside him. But to his dismay, his eyes closed and he also drifted off to unconsciousness.

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[levi4mikasa]

A letter from her...

Levi jolted awake to the shrill whistle of the tea kettle. Bleary-eyed, he silenced it and prepared his morning cuppa, thoughts still clinging to fragments of the dream he'd been having.

Mikasa had visited him, her cheeks flushed and eyes shining as she declared her longing for him had become too overwhelming to bear. She spoke of leaving behind her quiet life in Paradis to join him in London, if only he'd have her.

Levi rubbed his eyes with a sigh. Just a dream - yet so vivid he could almost smell Mikasa's signature floral scent in the air.

A knock at the tea shop door startled him from his reverie. Levi opened it to find a postman holding a single envelope addressed in tidy, familiar handwriting - Mikasa's.

His heart stuttered as he accepted the mail with slightly trembling hands. Mikasa writing to him after all these years? It was too coincidental after the intense dream.

Levi brewed a fresh pot of soothing chamomile tea to calm his nerves before sitting down to read. As he inhaled the letter's delicate perfume, the fictional reunion scene flashed through his mind again.

Get ahold of yourself, Levi, he chided inwardly, ignoring his warming cheeks. This was surely just an innocuous friendly letter, nothing more.

Yet as Levi read Mikasa's poetic words describing her loneliness and longing for adventure, he couldn't help but detect a hint of something deeper. Subtle phrases hinted she might welcome a change in scenery…to London, perhaps?

Levi's pulse raced as he reread the letter, searching for hidden meanings. Was it possible Mikasa felt drawn to him, even after all this time apart? Could this be the opening he'd long waited for?

Setting down his tea, Levi collected pen and paper. He would respond sincerely, inviting Mikasa to visit London soon. Whether as a friend or something more remained unsaid, but Levi knew he must see her again.

This time, he resolved not to let her go until he understood the true contents of her heart. Levi pressed Mikasa's letter gently to his lips before beginning his reply.

Image drawn via picrew 😌

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[hoybero]

Here tumblr have a wip from the fic im writing that i decided to write randoms chapters of instead of starting from the beginning.

Should i post it here when i actually write it?

#tedfield #teddy lobo x renfield #teddy lobo #rm renfield #renfield 2023 #fan fiction #this is my first time sharing a fic of mine with anyone but the friends i make read

[cookyandcream]

DIE FOR YOU: Part I [Mafia!Jungkook x Reader]

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Reader [MAFIA AU]

Summary: You’re the best mercenary on the market. Jungkook is the main assassin of the most powerful crime syndicate in the country. What happens when you are hired to kill him?

Word count: ~2k

Contains: language, graphic violence, mentions of people being r*pists (but no descriptions of SA at all), some mentions of sexual activity >:)

A/N: I AM BACK MWAHAHAHAHA this is a shameless way I can write a BTS mafia AU with a sort of enemies-to-lovers trope woven in there. I hope you all enjoy this story!

“Please, please, I’ll do anything.” 

You don’t pay attention to the blubbering of the man in front of you, too busy trying to find that damned knife that you swear you stored in your right boot. You pat the side of your left shoe. Ah, there it is. You furrow your brow, remembering that you hastily shoved it in the left boot in the morning while scarfing down some granola. It was a new vegan granola that you saw in the supermarket, something you wouldn’t have batted an eye to, but your best friend has been on your ass about eating healthier so you chose that to avoid her future scolding. 

You unsheathe the knife. At the sight of the glinting metal, the man all but breaks down. His red face becoming purple, snot streaming out of his nose and into his mouth. 

“Please, please,” the man sobs, struggling to loosen the binds around his wrists and legs. You roll your eyes, not understanding why people beg. It wastes time, breath, and it was simply grating to the ears.

“What can you do for me?” You scoff, deciding to humor him for a bit––you aren’t in a rush. His head whips up at your voice, something akin to hope glimmers in his eyes. 

“I––I have money. How much do you want? I can give any amount you want” he asks. At that, you truly roll your eyes, your lip curling in disgust. These men were all the same. These men who held the belief that the wealth that they owned was even more powerful than death––than fate. Most times––it is. Too bad her employer is paying her more than this fool is even capable of matching. 

A couple days ago, you got a name, Lee Taejoon, and 50,000,000 won transferred into your bank account. You require half the money to be transferred as a sign of good faith––you want to make sure the people you were working for weren’t crooks, obviously. 

Thus, you began the job. Every job was different, but you followed a loose to-do list for every one. 

Step one: Stalk the target. Lee Taejoon liked spending an exorbitant amount of money on expensive cigars and liked to frequent the bars and brothels in downtown while his wife waited at home for him. 

Step two: Choose the weapon of choice. For this job, you chose your favorite dagger––an unassuming blade but wickedly sharp. You always choose knives for the rapists. 

Step three: follow him out of the brothel and into his home. Tonight, his wife was staying with her sister in another city––a girls’ trip.

Earlier, you saw him walk jaggedly out of the building, tie undone and his shirt a few buttons loose. He hailed a cab, throwing himself inside. You revved up your bike, and trailed him silently from behind. 

Now, Lee Taejoon is stone cold sober. You look down and notice that the man’s pants are still unzipped. You scrunch your nose. Disgusting. Twirling the blade in your hand, you walk towards him. You want to make this hurt. The number one thing you hated in this goddamned world were rapists.

He’s stil going on how much he can pay you––how much he was willing to offer––when you press the blade into the side of his cheek. He stutters to a stop. You press and press until you feel the skin give way and you’re met with soft flesh. The man whimpers in pain, a wet gasp getting stuck in his throat.

“Shh,” you hush, and you level him with a stare. He must have seen something in your eyes as his face crumples, and he begins to weep. 

They always accept their fate at the end. 

“I’m going to make this hurt,” you say to him softy, smearing the blood across his skin. He lets out a dry sob. 

“And you will repent.” 

Screams pierce through his mansion throughout the rest of the night. 

 ––––––––

The music in Idol was thumping. Sweaty bodies on the dance floor pressed close together. The flashing lights make it almost impossible to see five feet in front of you. 

Luckily Jeon Jungkook is currently downing a shot of Grey Goose in the VIP section of his club in the back. The red velvet rope sectioning him off from the rest of club-goers. He shakes his head, grinning as he feels the alcohol burning down his throat. 

“Hi gorgeous,” Jungkook murmurs, snaking his arms around a pretty brunette’s waist. He asked one of the waiters to bring her over to his section after he spotted her on the dance floor. He already has another drink in one hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The girl giggles, throwing her hair over her shoulder and looking at him with hooded eyes.

Fuck, he thinks. He wants to take her home, but he isn’t at the club for a fuck. Maybe he might have time to screw her in one of the office rooms in the back. Namjoon would have his head, but right now, he’s only thinking with the thing in his pants and the pretty girl’s lips on his neck. 

He sits himself down in the booth, bringing the girl with him so she’s now straddling him––he thinks her name is Yumi, or was it Yujun?––whatever, he doesn’t give a fuck. Not when she’s grinding down on him so nicely. He throws his head back, and when he opens his eyes, he sees Yoongi leveling him with an unamused stare, a hand situated casually in the pocket of his black trousers. When their eyes meet, the older man scowls at Jungkook, raising an eyebrow. 

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath this time while untangling himself from the girl. She pouts as she sees her chance of sleeping with the Jeon Jungkook slipping through her fingers, but he pushes her gently off of him. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth. 

“Sorry sweetheart,” he apologizes––not before gripping her throat and placing a searing kiss to her lips. In his peripheral, he sees Yoongi roll his eyes. He chuckles before walking towards the back, taking a swig of the remnants of his drink before slamming the glass down at a random table. Pushing open the emergency exit, he makes his way outside. He takes one last puff before throwing the cigarette onto the floor. Raking his hand through his hair, he looks around, inhaling the sweet smell of the night. It’s never quiet in this area of town. The outbursts of drunk partygoers stumbling in and out of clubs and the occasional police sirens cut through the night. He slaps his cheek once before picking up the rectangular black bag leaning neatly against the side of the building. Hoisting it onto his shoulder, he begins to climb the ladder that leads to the roof. 

His Barrett M82 rifle was his baby. A sleek long range precision rifle he used for every snipe job that Namjoon assigned him. Tonight, his target is a man who was threatening one of the many arms deals BTS was planning. This job was an easy one for Jungkook. He almost scoffed when Namjoon assigned it to him instead of assigning it to one of thugs that they usually employ when putting out an easy hit. 

But Namjoon is a meticulous man. He didn’t want just any guy to take this man out. Namjoon didn’t tell Jungkook explicitly, but after working together for almost ten years, Jungkook could see the anxiety in the leader’s face about this man. So, he didn’t question his leader. This assignment came around two hours ago when Yoongi got news that the target would be frequenting the club across the street for tonight. 

Taking a deep breath, he positions his eye, looking through the scope. It always takes his targets a couple of seconds to notice the red dot on their chest. But once they do, the look on their faces are always the same. Shock followed by the panicked swiveling of their head, eyes looking around frantically, until finally, they see Jungkook’s body laying on the roof across the street. Being a little shit, Jungkook twiddles his fingers at the man. He can’t help playing a little. Just a little though. As much as Namjoon and the rest of the members give him shit (most times, for good reason), they cannot question his skill. Jungkook is effective––having earned the reputation as one of the deadliest killers of Korea’s crime underworld. 

His hand squeezes the trigger. 

Maybe he’ll have time to fuck that pretty girl after all. 

 ––––––––

Toweling your hair, you walk through your apartment. The floor to window ceilings show one of the best views of the city, building lights twinkling like stars. Despite having traveled all over the world, staying in one country one night and leaving for another the next, you always find yourself coming back here. Could never stay away from the apartment you bought all those years ago, the one permanent residence you had in the world. You couldn’t help it. You loved this city. 

Your informant let you know that there was an offer coming through tonight. Since you had no other jobs, you were open to considering the offer. Your last assignment went smoothly. After you killed the man, you were able to get back home, change, and get dressed for a nice dinner. You had made a reservation at one of the best Italian restaurants in Seoul to celebrate. 

Tonight, you just had wait for the information to arrive. 

You open your wine fridge, grabbing the bottle of Pinot noir that you had chilling in there. Jennie––your best friend and infamous arms dealer––bought it for you after you completed a 750,000,000 won assignment the other month. Opening one of your glass cabinets, you pull out a wine glass. Before you can grab the wine opener though, you hear a knock at the door. You still, ears perking up to the sounds of shuffling outside the door. You wait a couple minutes before opening and you’re met with a bouquet of flowers and a gift basket. You haul the items into your apartment. 

The bouquet was made up of tulips and carnations, your favorite. You take one of the flowers and inhale, closing your eyes. Next, you open the basket, and you’re met with a bottle of chilled champagne, two crystal champagne flutes, a box holding a diamond necklace, and one small card sitting in the middle. Before opening the card, you admire the necklace. It was a beautiful thing, and oh, how you loved diamonds. The person assigning the hit must have done his or her research. 

Finally, you open the card. On it, were only two lines. 

Jeon Jungkook 

10,000,000,000 won

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[dollystuartwrites]

THE BANGTAN ALPHA

To the person who requested this short story, thank you! I hope it's to your liking!

All kinks in this story have been requested and I've obeyed.

Pairing: Alpha!KimNamjoon x Omega!f!reader

Genre: fluff, smut (like mostly), strangers to lovers, werewolf AU, soulmate AU, Omegaverse

Wordcount: 9215

Summary: Desperate for a mate you beg your parents to attend the Bangtan Gathering in hopes of finding one. Never did you expect to run into the Alpha of Alpha’s: Kim Namjoon of the Bangtan Clan…

Warnings: God there are so many I will probably forget some sorry - swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, knotting, breeding kink, virgin reader, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, fingering, size kink, oral (f receiving), a LOT of dirty talk, pregnancy/impregnation kink, possessive!Namjoon, praising, mating, marking

'What's wrong dear?' mom asked you.

'Nothing,' you lied as you quickly put your phone away.

Mom pressed her lips together and sighed.

'You saw Nabi's photo right?' she asked you. You knew there was no use lying. She could smell the sadness on you anyways.  

'She's having twins,' you said jealous, your throat feeling like a lump had gotten stuck in it.

Mom got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around you in a comforting hug as you tried to hold back the tears.

'Your time will come,' she said soothingly. But her words didn't do anything for you.

Anytime you checked your social media feed there was always someone  posting about how they finally got mated, or how they were with pups.  You were sure you were the last one in your age group in your city to  not have been mated.

'I doubt it,' you scoffed, trying hard to blink away the tears.

'Come on honey, I'm sure you will find your mate soon,' Mom said petting your hair as a way of comfort.

'What is she crying about this time?' your youngest brother growled as he walked into the dining room.

Your emotions got the better of you and you jumped up in rage.

'You have no idea what it's like being an omega! How hard it is!' you spat at him, your eyes filling with angry tears.

'Nope, I don't,' your brother simply shrugged, not caring at all.

Even though you were the oldest and only daughter of your family, all  your younger brothers were born either Beta's or Delta's, which caused  quite some friction between your family most of the time. You were the  only Omega. And it sucked.

'Do you know what it's like seeing all your friends being mated or  having their first pups? Have to watch their happy family pictures?  Their new lives of freedom and love with their new packs? While I'm  still fucking stuck here with 8 dimwits younger brothers who still  somehow managed to be born Delta's or Beta's?!' you cried.

'Jeez are you in heat or something?' your youngest brother rolled his eyes at you.

You snapped.

The wolf inside you broke out and you instantly shifted, baring your teeth and charing at your youngest brother.

But your paws had barely touched the ground when another large grey  wolf appeared in front of you. He growled. You skidded and came to a  halt.

Your father, in his grey wolf form, stared you down angrily. You knew you had gone too far. Your  tail instantly sagged between your legs and you lay down on the ground  on your belly, averting your eyes and showing my submission.

Dad growled at you. It was clear, "we will talk about your punishment later" growl.

---

After being verbally smacked around the ears by your Alpha father and  washing up, you went up to your bedroom, emotionally exhausted and  ready for bed.

But when you passed your parent's bedroom you heard something that piqued your interest. You stopped and listened.

'But don't you understand dear? She's lonely! She feels left out.  She's been of age for years and she still hasn't found a mate. How would  you feel if you had to go to your heat alone every time, for years on  end, with 8 brothers beneath you?' your mom spoke to your dad.

'I get that it's awkward for her, and I get that's she's having a  hard time. But I can't let her shift and charge at her brother and get  away with it,' dad objected.

'Oh, bullshit. You let the boys fight each other all the time without interference or punishment,' Mom said annoyed.

'That's because they're boys and Delta's and Beta's. We can't have  our Omega daughter be known as someone who attacks Delta's or Beta's,  even if they're her brothers and even if they deserve it, and even if  she's older than them. I mean, who would want to mate her if they'd know  she was this defiant?' dad explained.

Mom sighed.

'Fine, but I think it's time we send her to a gathering again,' she said after a short silence.

Your heart started to hammer in your chest at her words.

This time it was your dad's turn to sigh.

'Honey we've talked about this. She's been to thirteen gatherings in  the past year. Thirteen! And still no mate! We won't be doing her a  favor by sending her out again and having her come back unmated again. It'll only be discouraging,' dad sighed.

'But what if she doesn't come back unmated?' mom pleaded.

Dad scoffed. 'Honey, there aren't any new gatherings left for her to go to. She's been to all of them this year,'

'Well,' mom said slowly.

You were holding your breath. It sounded like your mom was finally  going to ask permission for the favor you had asked her about a few  weeks back.

'There is one... that she hasn't been to...' mom said carefully.

'If you're talking about the Bangtan gathering, forget it,' Dad said sharply.

Your muscles tensed up at his words.

'But honey,' mom started, but dad interrupted her.

'No. No, I won't allow it. I won't let my daughter go to a gathering  with a pack that has seven Alphas in it. Seven Alphas!? Unmated too! How  is that even legal? How have they not torn each other to shreds yet?  No. No, it's far too dangerous. I will not let my daughter be mated with  a man who is part of a pack with 6 other Alphas,' dad refused.

Your heart sank. It had been your last chance. Your last hope...

But now...

'Oh bullshit,' your mother said suddenly fierce.

Your ears instantly perked up.

'Excuse me?' dad said in his most Alpha tone.

'Bullshit!' mom repeated. 'Bullshit that it's too dangerous. If Y/n  would be safe anywhere it is in a pack with seven alpha's who can all  protect her and have a true mate of their own. The only reason you don't  want it is because it'll mean you'll have to deal with not one but  seven Alphas,' mom hissed. 'And how is that different from all the other  gatherings she's been to before? There were at least 50 Alphas at each  one of them,'

Dad growled annoyed.

'My dear, just let her go. Give her this one last chance to find her  mate before she has to wait for another year again,' your mom pleaded.

'But what if she comes back unmated again?' your dad's voice was soft now. Concerned. 'Will she be able to handle the disappointment?'

'Not letting her go will leave her unmated either way. What's the difference?' mom said irritated.

'I just don't want my girl to get hurt,' dad sighed.

'I won't' you blurted out. The words had been spoken before you could  stop them. You threw all care out of the window and went for it,  opening the door and stepping inside their room, trying to look as  strong as you could.

'I won't get hurt if I come back unmated. At least then I'd have  tried everything right? Then waiting another year wouldn't be too bad,  it might even be easier,' you lied.

Dad bit his lip. 'I don't know dear,' he hesitated.

'Please dad?' you begged him.

Dad's eyes went from you to your mother and back again. There was clear doubt in his eyes.

Then he sighed again.

'Fine. You can go to the Bangtan gathering,' he said defeated by his own Omega and Omega daughter.

XXXXXXXXXX

The gathering was  similar to human mixers. Wolves of all ranks from all over the country  would go there to find their mates. With human mixers, one would often  go to a restaurant to eat and talk with each other. It would only last  one day or evening and would often support small groups. Wolf gatherings  however often consisted of 25 to 100 wolves which would gather at a  completely rented out hotel. It would start around noon and all of the  wolves would meet in the conference room. Most would dress up as nicely  as they could, for who would know if you'd actually find your lifemate.  Some people would just be there to find someone to spend their next heat  or rut with. Others would find their mate. And for those, the stay at  the hotel would sometimes last up to a week...

It was quite a drive  from your home to the hotel where the gathering would take place. When  you arrived most of the hallway was full of other Omega's. Alpha's  always had to arrive a day before and would be confined to their top  floor rooms to make sure no fights would break out. Omegas would arrive  the day after early in the morning and would only go up to their rooms  to dump their luggage and get themselves ready before going in that  noon.

You could count at least 43 Omega's in the lobby. All of them looked quite a bit younger than you...

And what was it with  their appearances? How could they all look like supermodels? With long  legs, shapely hips and bosoms, and big eyes.

You felt uncomfortable next to them. They looked like their bodies were designed to catch.

And then there was you.

Small, thin, and with few roundings in either the back or the front.

"It's all about the scent, not about the looks" you tried to assure yourself nervously.

'Aren't you Y/n from the Lee pack from Busan?' a voice suddenly asked you.

You turned around to see a tall girl squinting down at you.

'Eh,' you said, not sure how to reply.

'You have seven younger brothers right?' she continued.

'Right,' you nodded, feeling a bit agitated that she seemed to know me though you didn't know her.

'Ah. Yes, I thought I  recognized you. You were in my older sister's class, Soo-jin is her  name. I thought you would've been mated by now since my sister has been  mated for years already,' the girl said carelessly.

'Good for her,' you said trying to sound nice as her words felt like a dagger in you.

'Yes, she's currently on her second catch of twins you know,' the girl said proudly.

You tried to smile but  it came out more like a grimace. Having twins was one of the most  admirable and enviable things in our society as it showed fertility and a  strong bloodline.  

'Anyway, why haven't you  mated yet? Just didn't find the right one or did  you hold out for the  Bangtan pack?' she continued shamelessly.

'Hold out...?' you puffed incredulously.

'Honestly, you wouldn't  be the first one to do so. I've heard loads of girls not going to other  gatherings because they were desperate to get mated with one of the  Bangtan pack. Of course, I'm not one of them.' She said quickly flicking  her hair over her shoulder.

'Why are they desperate  to get mated to the Bangtan pack?' you asked surprised. You knew the  Bangtang gathering was one of the most popular and well-visited ones of  the year, but you didn't know about the popularity of the Bangtan pack  itself.

The girl laughed.

'Uhm duh, because  they're all hot as fuck, they're all rich as fuck, and they're all  Alphas. Of course the Alpha of the Alpha's, Kim Namjoon, is the most  wanted,' the girl said fluttering her long eyelashes. 'And if you  gotta believe the stories of the girl they share their ruts with,' the  girl shook her head and whistled between her teeth before smiling  lustfully. 'Those stories are almost enough to start your heat,'

'So none of them are mated yet?' You asked surprised. Surely you had expected them when being so popular to be mated already.  

The girl shook her head, her eyes glinting.

'Nope, it is said they  only hold these gatherings to find girls to share their ruts with. Some  say they don't want to be mated at all. But imagine, what if they  suddenly realize they're your mate?! Imagine being so lucky as to carry  their pups,' she said sighing deeply, her cheeks flushing slightly.

'Who are you talking about?' Another girl asked catching the end of your conversation.

'Bangtan pack,' the first girl said dreamily.

'Oh my god, yes! You  know I skipped most gatherings to go to this one. Imagine being mated to  Jimin!' The second girl exclaimed lustfully.

'Jimin? I'd rather have Taehyung, I've heard his voice sounds like a lion growling,' another girl said sighing deeply.

More and more girls started joining in the conversation.

They were talking about  the Bangtan Pack as if they were some kind of celebrity group. And  apparently, they kind of were to young Omegas.

The name I heard most  was that of Kim Namjoon. He was supposed to be the Alpha of the Alpha  group. He was also the tallest and according to some the hottest. But  that was very much a point of debate.

You felt overwhelmed. It  was clear to you now why the Bangtan gathering was so incredibly  popular. You could imagine the Omegas being drawn in by the allure of  the famous Bangtan-All-Alphas pack. This in turn would draw in many  other Alphas as well, wanting a piece of the action.

But honestly, you didn't  care much for the Bangtan pack in particular. It was interesting how  they could manage to be an all-Alphas pack without killing each other,  you had to admit that. But the way the girls talked about them made  it clear to you that none of them stood a chance since all they were  interested in were rut mates.

You did think it  interesting to hear how much knowledge the girls had of the Bangtan pack  even though none of them had ever met them. And the rumors that were  going around... They were... spicy to say the least.

But you were just here  in desperate want for a mate. And you were determined not to spend  another agonizing heat alone nor another year of having to swipe through  pictures of happily mated couples with their families.

Even though you knew very well that you couldn't just choose your mate.

It either happened...

Or it didn't...

XXXXXXXXXX

While you were getting ready in your room, the Bangtan pack was eagerly waiting together in their room.

Hoseok stuck his nose in the air and took a deep breath.

'Hmm I can smell them from here,' he said eagerly. The smell of the Omegas down in the hall was exciting to them.

'Bet I'll have one at my feet within 20 minutes,' Junkook said pacing up and down the floor.

'I was thinking of trying to get two at once this time,' Jimin said excitedly.

'Calm down boys,'  the leader Alpha commanded. They all scowled but  did as their leader said. 'If you continue talking like that you might  incite your own rut,' Namjoon stated.

'I just hope to find my mate,' Taehyung said softly as he stared out of the window. All boys laughed at him.

'What?! Just because you're all in it for the sex doesn't mean I have  to be. I just feel like I'm ready to settle down you know. Mate an  Omega, have some pups. Five would be nice,' he said staring dreamily  into the distance.

Namjoon scoffed, as did the other guys. None of them had an ounce of  romance in their bodies. Especially the leader Namjoon. Because he was a  rare dominant Alpha, most Omegas would instantly swoon at the scent of  him. It wasn't unusual that simply his presence was enough to incite an  Omegas heat. It was easy for him to get any girl he wanted, whenever he  wanted it. And he loved it. Even though he had a breeding and daddy  kink, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be a dad yet. Or ever for that  matter.

Namjoon checked his watch.

'They'll almost be going in, guys. Remember, we will be going in  later to give all of them a fair shot to get mated first before we,'  Namjoon didn't get to finish his sentence as Yoongi interrupted him.

'Before we come in and make them soak their panties with slick and heat?' Yoongi grinned.

'Yoongi,' Namjoon said in a reprimanding tone, but he grinned too.

'Remember the other rules guys,' Namjoon continued in a more serious tone.

'No taking Omegas in their heat,' Jimin said rolling his eyes.

'Getting out as soon as we feel a rut coming,' Jin called out the second rule.

'No knotting unless you're mated,' Yoongi scowled.

'Make sure to ask for consent and check if they're on birth control,' Jungkook said pointedly.

Namjoon nodded at his pack.

Meanwhile, you had arrived in the conference room. You had decided to  wear a black satin slip-on dress, which you hoped would be a slip-off  dress by the end of the night...

You had also worn your hair up, a tip from your mom as to expose your scent glands as much as possible.

Alphas had finally started arriving and you could instantly see some  of them find their mates within seconds. You had seen it happen so many  times.

They would enter the room with their noses in the air. Sniffing out  the alluring scent they had noticed and following it straight to the  Omega. They would smile broadly at each other as they found each other  and after a short introduction, they would be off, back to their hotel  rooms together...

But this only happened to at most a quarter of the wolfs attending.  Most wouldn't find their mate and instead would simply mingle, hoping to  find a rut or heat mate or sometimes just to make some new friends.

You kept yourself apart from the talking and laughing groups of  people. Hoping anxiously that it would help to keep your scent as pure  as possible so that, if your possible mate was here, they couldn't miss  it.

As the time ticked by and no more new people seemed to be entering  the room, you grew hopeless again. More and more couples were leaving,  either as mates or as friends.

You could feel the pain in your heart grow deeper and deeper as you  stared out of the window at the sun getting lower and lower. It seemed  like another failed gathering. Which would mean another year of  agonizing heats, and hearing families talk proudly about their new  catch.

Tears started to well up in your eyes as the hopelessness consumed you.

But a sudden chatter drew your attention and you turned around curiously.

'I heard they'll be coming down now,' a girl said.

'Finally! What took them so long? It's been hours,' another girl said.

And indeed the Bangtan pack was on its way down. All seven of them  ran down the stairs, whooping and yelling, getting themselves riled up  for the hunt they were about to undertake.

Namjoon could feel his wolf being awakened as the strong smell of a  room full of Omegas entered his nostrils. It excited him. It excited all  of them.

And suddenly he smelt it.

I very peculiar and hypnotizing scent set his wolf on high alert. He  could feel a tingle down his spine as he ran to the door of the  conference room, followed by his shouting and laughing companions.

All seven of them burst into the room excitedly and many Omega's  started screaming as if they were fangirls watching their favorite  celebrities pass by.

Suddenly you caught a strong whiff of a scent that seemed to light a  fire in your lower belly. But before you could react to it, or before  you could stand on your tiptoes to see what you expected to be the  Bangtan pack bursting in, a man stepped in front of you. He was small  and wore a crinkled suit.

'Hi, I'm Jack,' he said friendly. His scent somehow seemed off and it was clear to you that he wasn't an Alpha, nor your mate.

'Hi,' you spoke warily, not actually wanting to make conversation as  you were sure he wasn't your mate. Besides, that scent... Not his, but  another scent... the one that, it that fire in you.

Namjoons mind was racing as he followed his nose to that hypnotizing  scent. His wolf was screaming at him to follow it and he was curious to  see where it would lead him. Never before had he smelled something so...  alluring.

He passed a few tables when...

There it was, the source of the smell.

He could see a small thin girl in a black satin slip-on dress, with  her hair in a casual low bun. Her neck beautiful pale neck was  exposed...

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

A princess, a goddess an angel.

For a second Namjoon imagined himself walking over to her, taking her  into his arms and digging his teeth into her neck deeply, marking her.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

What the hell was he thinking?

Then suddenly he noticed the man that was talking to her. Clearly a Delta. He was holding his hand out for her to shake.

Namjoon could see the clear doubt in her eyes, your eyes. The wolf in  him instantly woke again. It roared angrily. How dared that man touch  his Omega? How dare he make you feel uncomfortable?

The frenzy overtook him and he charged, growling loudly. All of the  other Alpha's in his pack instantly noticed and stopped what they were  doing. Within seconds they had sped over, but it was already too late.

Namjoon was sitting on top of the Delta he had toppled over, punching  him in the face with all his might. It took all six of the other Alphas  in his pack to pull him off.

'NAMJOON!' Yoongi called at him. 'Namjoon!' he repeated, this time  slapping Namjoon in the face. Namjoon who was just seconds ago all arms  and legs trying his hardest to get loose from the grip of his pack  members, desperate to hurt the Delta more, was now turned to Yoongi.

'NAMJOON CALM THE FUCK DOWN! WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!' Yoongi growled at  him. The wolf in Namjoon was still on high alert, but Yoongi's voice  pulled him slightly back to earth.

Namjoon looked at the bleeding Delta on the ground. He stopped struggling and the six-pack members let go of him.

'GET OUT!' Namjoon growled at the bleeding Delta. The Delta was all too happy to instantly leave the room.

'Where is she?' Namjoon muttered more to himself, his jaws still  clenched in anger. He spun around wildly as his friends were still on  high alert, ready to grab Namjoon again immediately if needed.

But then he spotted you. You had cowered back into the corner of the  nearest windowsill. If you had been in wolf form, your tail would've  been between your legs and your ears flat against your head. But you  were still human, which meant you were simply trembling on your feet,  praying your knees wouldn't give out.

As soon as Namjoon spotted you his wolf calmed down. You were unharmed and untouched.

He took a few steps closer to you. The scent that had lit the fire in  your lower parts was growing stronger. It was clear now it was coming  from him. The Alpha of the Alpha pack.

But you were too scared.

You pressed your back against the cold glass wall as you watched the tall, broad, and muscled man inch closer to you.

Finally, your knees gave out and you sank down, your wolf making you whimper in submission.

Namjoons heart melted as he watched you cower and whimper in the corner.

'Are you okay baby?'  he spoke in his husky low voice. Your scent  intoxicated him and he wanted nothing more than to take your shivering  silhouette into his arms.

The use of the pet name and his soft words took you by surprise.  Still trembling like a chihuahua you slowly nodded in response.

Namjoon stuck out his hand to you.

'Let me help you up,' he said softly. The sound of his voice was so  mesmerizing. You weren't sure if it was his voice alone, or his  intoxicating scent, or maybe just the fact that he was a dominant Alpha,  but you couldn't help but obey him.

You didn't even care that him touching you like that would make him  scent you. You wanted him to scent you. You wanted to drown in the smell  of him.

Carefully Namjoon helped you up.  

'You're shivering' he stated worriedly. He quickly took off his jacket and put it around your bare shoulders. 'There,'

In the background, the six other pack members exchanged incredulous  looks with each other. Had it really happened? To their leader even. Or  was this a new weird tactic Namjoon hadn't told them about to lure in  Omegas?

You looked around you. The whole of the conference room was looking  at you and Namjoon breathlessly. You felt embarrassed and scared, unsure  of what the hell had just happened, and still with that sizzling fire  in you.

Namjoon noticed the change in your mood and looked up too. He too noticed all attendees staring at the two of you.

'Let's get some fresh air for a bit,' he quickly whispered into your  ear. The proximity of his nose to your neck made his chest swell up and  there was a second in which he had to fight the insane urge of marking  you again.

The feeling of his hot breath on your ear and the scent of him made  you unable to refuse him. Meekly you followed him as he guided you to  the exit.

XXXXXXXXXX

Once outside Namjoon took you into the hotel gardens.

The fresh air and scent of the trees and earth helped you calm down a  lot. However, the scent of him so close next to you, his jacket around  your shoulders drenched in it...

While the panic was subsiding the fire in you started to rise slowly.

'Let's sit here,' Namjoon said, gesturing to a nearby bench.

You obeyed and he came to sit down next to you.

You didn't dare to make eye contact, let alone look at him, so you looked at your feet instead.

'What's your name?' Namjoon asked huskily. His voice wasn't helping the fire die down either...

'Lee Y/n from the Lee pack from Busan,' You answered.

'Hmm,' Namjoon sounded, his chest rumbling so deep that the bench seemed to vibrate beneath you.

'I'm Kim Namjoon from the Bangtan pack,' Namjoon introduced himself politely.

'I know,' you whispered. It had been clear to you from the moment he  had walked in. His dominant Alpha aura and his scent were impossible to  miss. The description the girls had given of him this morning had been  accurate. To you, he indeed was the most handsome one in the pack.

For the first time in his life, Namjoon felt awkward. Your scent was  so overwhelming to him now that you two were alone. The wolf inside him  was screaming, crying, and clawing at him to hold you, touch you, kiss  you, mark you, mate you...

But the sensation of it all had been so unexpected. Unwanted even. He was confused and in denial.

'So erm,' Namjoon started, unsure of where he was going with his sentence but desperate to keep talking to distract his wolf.

'So erm, what were you here for?' He asked. He wanted to punch  himself in the face. Why on earth would anyone ask that? An Omega was at  a gathering for only two reasons: find a mate or find a heat partner.

While cursing himself out silently he heard your soft voice answer.

'I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that?' he apologized.

You mumbled your answer again.

Your mumbling warmed his heart. It sounded cute and shy.

'You gotta speak up baby,' Namjoon said and unable to help himself he  put his finger under your chin and directed your face to look at him.

Looking at you from up close made his heart skip a beat. Your soft  skin, your perfectly shaped eyes, nose, and mouth. He wanted to look at  that face for the rest of the time. To plant kisses on those pink cheeks  and rose lips...

'I'm looking for a mate,' you admitted breathlessly. His stunning  face silenced you. His dark almond eyes,  his rounded cheeks, full  soft-looking lips. You could feel the heat rising in you. This was bad.  Very very bad. You shouldn't be having your heat right now. You had  already been through one recently so it was extremely off-cycle.

Your words made Namjoon freeze, his finger still underneath your chin. His wolf was still clawing at him. He  could smell it now. Your heat firing up. The slick that had formed  between your legs. His wolf roared. He wanted to mate your right now.  Dig his teeth into your neck. Thrust his cock into you, knot you, and  unload himself over and over into you, until you'd catch.

His pants had become far too tight around his dick, which had grown  into a fullfledged raging boner. His wolf roared louder and louder.

But he had locked his muscles in place. Frozen. Trying desperately to  get a grip on the situation while your words echoed in his head:

"I'm looking for a mate,"

Namjoons wolf answered.

"You've found him,"

But Namjoon kept his jaws locked as he stared into your eyes.

And you stared back into his.

Meanwhile, you were falling deeper and deeper into your heat as you looked at him, smelled him.

Suddenly blind panic overtook Namjoon's mind.

'Good luck. Go straight back to your room,' he heard himself speak.  His fingers slipped away from under your chin as he turned his back onto  you.

Even though your heat was begging you to jump his bones, Namjoon's  Alpha order weighed stronger than anything, causing you to stand up on  wobbly legs. You could feel your drenched panties stick to your burning  crotch while your legs moved on their own, walking you back to the  hotel, leaving a heaving Namjoon behind.

As the distance between the two of you grew, Namjoon's mind started  to become a little clearer. But instead of feeling better, as he had  expected he only started to feel worse. The smell of you lessened and  his wolf started crying and whimpering loudly for it.

You had disappeared out of his sight and entered the lobby. Your legs  barely able to carry you but still executing the Alpha's order. As the  elevator doors closed and you pressed the button it felt like your  insides shattered. Your legs finally gave out as you dropped to the  floor. The only thing you could think of was Namjoon's face. His scent  that you were still carrying around your shoulders. But he was far away  now. Too far away. And for some reason, it hurt.

And it hurt him too. It felt as if when you left him, a piece of his  soul got ripped away from him. He felt incomplete. Empty. Agonizing.

Then he heard it. Even though soft and far away, he could hear your broken-hearted sobs in the elevator as it went up.

He snapped. Fuck not being ready for being a dad, he was ready. More  than ready. Completely and utterly ready to tie himself down forever. As  long as it was with you.

He had lied to himself. He could never send you away. Never leave your side. Never be without you.

Namjoon flew up, and raced into the hotel, running to the stairs as  he followed your scent and sobs up as you went up in the elevator. He  needed you. He needed to be with you. Needed your scent, your touch,  your everything.

Panting he ran up the stairs until he finally heard the ding that  notified him of the arrival of the elevator. He kicked open the door  that led to the hallway and immediately noticed you on the floor in the  elevator, which doors were opened.

Within seconds he was next to you, throwing all care completely out  of the window and scooping you up from the ground into his strong arms.

'I'm sorry. I got you now baby. I'm sorry. I got you. I got you  baby,' he coed into your ear as he pressed you close against his body.

You looked up into his dark and beautiful eyes. It was clear now. He was your mate.

And you were his.

XXXXXXXXXX

As Namjoon carried you to his room, you could feel his chest heaving as his breath got heavier and heavier.Not because carrying you  took him a lot of effort, as he had carried grocery bags that had felt  heavier than you. No, it was because of what you did to him. What your  scent did to him. What your touch did to him.

There was no way he  could hide the ever-growing massive boner in his pants. Nor could you  hide your heat rising inside of you. Your panties getting drenched in  your wet slick.By the time the both of  you arrived in his room, your eyes were only half-open, your throat was  dry and your cheeks were flushed. Namjoon softly placed you on the bed, but when he tried to get up you grabbed the front of his shirt, keeping him bend over you.'Don't leave,' you whispered, your voice slightly raspy. 'If I don't lock myself  in the bathroom I will mate you,' Namjoon growled with clenched teeth,  fighting hard to keep his wolf down.

'I want you to,' you breathed.Namjoons fingers curled.'You're in heat, you don't know what you're doing,' he said, gritting his teeth.'I do,' You mewed.'You don't even know me,' Namjoon tried one last time, only barely able to hold back now. 'Namjoon, mate me,' you purred, clenching the front of his shirt between your fingers.

Your words broke him. There was no way he could ever hold back now. No way he could hold any of it in.

He roared as he dove on  top of you, planting kisses on every piece of bare skin he could find.  You tangled your fingers into his hair as he licked every inch of you.

He pulled down the top  of your dress, exposing your braless breasts. Namjoon groaned in agony  at the sight of them. His large hands could easily cup your breast  entirely and he tugged, twisted, and softly bit into your nipples. The  feeling of it drove you insane.

'God your tits are so  perfect,' he growled in your ear. You could feel him grinding his  clothed hips into your side as he sucked on your nipples. You let out a  long and high-pitched moan which made Namjoon's member twitch. He used his free hand to find the hem of your dress, pulling it up and starting to massage your inner tighs.Namjoon pulled his mouth  from your nipple and smashed his lips into yours. His lips felt soft,  warm, and wet. His sweet taste was almost addictive.

He parted his lips slightly more and let his tongue glide over your lips. You opened your mouth slightly to let him in.

Your tongues intertwined and the taste of him made electricity shoot through your body.

'Oh baby,' Namjoon groaned as he felt you twitch underneath him.He let his hand slide up in between your tighs, dragging a finger over your soaked panties.'You're such a good girl. All wet for me,' he hummed in your ear. Good shivers went down your spine.

'Hmm, you like that don't you baby? You like it when daddy talks dirty to you?' his low voice tickled your ear.'Yes,' you moaned.'Yes, what?' Namjoon growled as he softly pinched your clit. You moaned in ecstasy.'Yes daddy,' you purred.'That's my baby,' he said licking the soft spot beneath your ear. Namjoon suddenly tugged harshly at your panties, pulling them down in one movement and throwing them on the ground. 'You want daddy to satisfy his baby girl?' he whispered, kissing you again.'Please daddy,' you  groaned onto his lips. You could feel his lips twist into a smile as he  kissed you deeply before breaking the kiss and crawling down, between  your legs.

You could feel his tongue lick from your slit to your pearl.'You're slick is so  fucking sweet,' Namjoon groaned. The hot air of his words caressed your  clit and made you squirm even more. He wrapped his lips around your bud  and started flicking into it with his tongue and sucking it.

You were completely in  ecstasy. The scent of him completely surrounding you, his hands roaming  over your body, his tongue playing with your most sensitive spot.

You could feel your pussy clench around nothing and knew you needed more.'Namjoon please,' you moaned.'What is it baby?' he asked you between licks.

'Please, I need more,' you groaned.'Yeah? You need daddy to fill that tiny empty pussy of yours?' he grinned as he gave a big suck on your clit.'Please daddy,' you moaned desperately.

You could feel him shift his hands, one of his fingers now sliding up and down over your wet entrance.'Please daddy,' you  repeated. He chuckled lowly and suddenly you felt the delicious feeling  of pressure against your entrance. Slowly but surely Namjoon slipped his  pinky finger into you.

'Fuck baby, you're so  tight,' Namjoon groaned, his dick pulsing. The thought and feeling of  your tight pussy around his smallest finger made him groan.

'How will daddy ever get his big knot in there if you're this tight baby?' Namjoon groaned.His dirty words made your pussy clench down even more.

'Fuck,' he moaned at the feeling of you tightening around his finger. He pulled it out and you immediately protested.'Gotta prepare you a  little bit baby,' he said, before sticking his thumb into you. The size  difference was clearly felt by you and you moaned happily. 'So you like it when I fill you up more huh?' Namjoon grinned. He instantly pulled out again and put his index finger and his middle finger into you. You squealed in pleasure as you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head.

'We're not done yet  baby,' Namjoon coed into your ear. The dominance dripping of his words  made you clench again which in turn caused him to moan again. 'You need  to be able to fit at least three fingers for you to be able to fit me,'  he murmured.

His two fingers were sliding in and out of you as he softly nipped at your clit. You were having the hardest time not to lose your fucking mind.

You felt so incredibly  warm, wet, and soft around Namjoons's fingers that he was having the  hardest time holding himself back. His wolf was screaming at him to just  unleash his dick already.But he knew he needed you to get comfortable with three fingers for him to be able to fuck you in a pleasurable way.

He moved his fingers in  and out of you for a while, picking up the pace slightly and spreading  his two fingers slowly wider and wider until he finally felt like he  could fit one more in.'You ready for number three baby?' Namjoon asked, his jaw now clenched again in an attempt to hold himself back.'Yes daddy, fill me up,' you groaned, squirming underneath him in pleasure.Grinding his teeth in anticipation, Namjoon pulled his hand back and inserted a third finger into you. The feeling of it was  almost too much for you. You felt stretched, not in a painful way, but  in a good way. Slowly Namjoon pushed his fingers further into you, then  all of a sudden bending them.

You screamed out in  pleasure. He had pressed your g-spot. Namjoon growled and started  picking up the pace again, shoving his three fingers in you at an angle  and pressing your g-spot hard over and over again.

'Namjoon, I'm- I'm gonna...' you moaned, squirming underneath him. 'Cum for daddy, baby.  Come for me, let me taste you,' Namjoon commanded you. It was all you  needed. The waves crashed over you as heat, electricity and a tingling  sensation warmed your insides from your fingertips to your toes.

Namjoon sucked at your slit, making the orgasm even intenser, licking up your sweet tasting slick.

Gasping loudly, wave after wave rolled over you until Namjoon finally removed his fingers and face from your pussy.'Such a good baby girl,' he growled grinning.

XXXXXXXXXX

Although your orgasm was  subsiding, your heat definitely wasn't. It was as if the orgasm had  only thrown oil onto the fire. You wanted more. You needed more. You  need him.

'Mate me,' you repeated the words you had said before, begging him almost.

But this time he was too far gone to object.

Within seconds he had  taken off his shirt and pants.  His hairless chest was muscular and  broad, as were his arms. His legs were toned with muscles and the pink  wet knob of his hard-on was poking out from under his underpants.

You could instantly see  why he had been insisting on you taking his three fingers. He was bigger  than any toy you had ever tried. But the sight of it didn't scare you.  It only made your heat grow stronger.

'I'm yours,' you sighed  as you stared at his features. He was like a real-life adonis. Never in a  million years would you have dared to dream of such a handsome,  stunning, and sexy mate.

'Oh baby I'm gonna fuck  you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow,' he growled before  finally ripping of his underpants, completely revealing his massive  dick.

In one smooth dive, he was back on top of you again, his tip instantly pressuring on your entrance.

'Wait, don't you want to  do it traditionally?' you said quickly, a moment of clarity giving you a  small window to actually think. Normally the mating would be done with  the man behind the woman, literally doggy style.

Namjoon grinned at me.

'I wanna see my baby  girl's face when I fuck you,' He said low, kissing your lips. You could  feel the pressure on your slit increasing and slowly you could feel his  massive girth sliding into you. You moaned.

'I wanna see your pretty  face as you cum for me again,' Namjoon grinned as he slowly inserted  himself into you. Your pussy had never been stretched this far. Luckily  your slick made it bearable as he pressed on.

'I wanna see my mate's  face as I knot you and fill you up with my pups,' Namjoon growled, his  wolf now completely taking over. He suddenly thrust himself into you to  his base. You cried out in shock as his tip deeply brushed your g-spot  and then filled you up entirely.

He gave you a second to  adjust before he pulled back again slightly. You groaned as the pressure  against your walls lessened slightly.

Namjoon faced you again,  hovering over you. His smile was dark, lustful. A sight enough to make  you clench again. He bend down and kissed you passionately. You knew,  were sure, that never in the rest of your life you would ever get sick  of his taste.

Before you knew it he  thrust his hips forward again, his dick stretching you once more. He  started at a slow pace. Long deep slow strides of sliding in and out of  you, your wetness making it easy for him. Every time hitting your g-spot  hard and every time making you sigh deeply as you stared into his  beautiful dark eyes.

But Namjoon's wolf was  growing impatient. Spurring him on to pick up the pace, and so he did.  Within minutes he was pounding into you harshly, looking down at your  ecstasy-filled face and clenching his jaw hard.  

You were totally losing  it. Nothing in the world existed anymore. It was just you and him. The  only thing you could feel was his magical massive dick pounding you,  hitting you in all the right places. Your own wolf was howling too,  begging for your own release, begging to be filled to the brim.

'Your tight pussy takes my dick so well baby,' Namjoon groaned into your neck. 'Your little cunt was made to satisfy me,'  

His words made you burn and squirm as electricity ran through your veins

'Fill me,' you let slip out your thoughts in a sex-driven mind lapse.

'You want me to knot you, baby?' Namjoon growled. He bit his own lip as he started pounding you even harder and faster.

'Yes daddy!' you yelped  getting completely fucked out of your mind. 'Knot me, daddy! Fill me  with your pups, please!' you screamed as you dug your claws into his  back, his pounding sending you over the edge.

You could feel the base of his cock swell, stretching you even further.

'I'm gonna fill you up  so good baby. I will make you catch tonight. I'll make sure everyone  knows your mine forever,' Namjoon growled lowly into your ear.

His words lubricated you  more as you moaned loudly. You could feel his base still growing,  expanding to the size that would've scared you out of your wits had you  not been so far into your heat.

'I'm gonna-' Namjoon  started to groan. 'I'm-I-I'm gonna cum!' he roared. He gave one hard  pound, thrusting his knot fully into you. Your pussy instantly clenched  down at its base as you reached your own orgasm.

You could feel his tip  against your womb, could feel his hot thick cum pouring into you as you  screamed his name in pleasure. At the same time, a sharp pain in your  neck made you dig your nails into the sheets.

Namjoon was digging his  teeth into your neck, marking you as his mate for life, while his dick  still pulsed and poured more cum into you.

He softly licked the holes his teeth had made into your skin, easing the pain and healing up the small wounds.

Softly kissing you neck and whispering words you at first could hardly hear.

'I love you Y/n. I love  you. I'll always love you. I'll take care of you forever,' he moaned  into your neck, kissing your mark and wrapping his arms tightly around  you, nuzzling his face into  the crook of your neck

His knot was still stuck inside you as the last bit of his cum poured from his cock into you.

As the last few waves of your orgasm subsides you felt satisfied, stretched, and very full.

It felt so safe in his  arms. Your mate's arms. The thought of it was almost surreal. You had  waited so long for this. Hopedso long for this. And now it had finally  happened.

And it felt better than you could've ever imagined.

'Are you comfortable baby?' Namjoon asked softly his words tickling your neck.

'Very much so,' you purred back.

'Good. It'll take a  while for my knot to go down so just lean into me. Sleep if you're tired  baby,' Namjoon told you, his chest vibrating nicely against you as he  spoke in his low voice.

The mention of sleep  suddenly made you realize how exhausted you actually were. You hummed  into his chest and cuddled up closer to him. His strong big arms wrapped  around you tighter, pulling you against his muscular chest.

You could hear his  heartbeat. Steady and rhythmic. The warmth of his body was like a nice  bath. The scent of him made you feel calm, happy, at home. You were at  home.

When you woke up the  following morning in Namjoon's arms he was  already awake. His knot had  finally gone down and he was able to remove  himself from you  painlessly.

The both of you spend the entire day in the bedroom, cuddling and talking about everything.

< < < < < < < THREE WEEKS LATER > > > > > >  >

You  and Namjoon had been inseparable the past two weeks. He had met your  family, and you had met his pack and his parents. Most of the time you  had spent in his house, together in his bed...

The two of you had conversed till deep in the night, so much so that your throats had become hoarse of all the talking.

The  markings on your neck had healed up nicely by now and you carried them  around proudly and on display whenever you had to leave the house. But  never his side. You would never leave his side. Nor would Namjoon ever  let you get further away from his than into another room in the same  house.

When you woke  up one morning in Namjoon's arms you noticed him looking down at you.  There was a smile on his face but his eyes... You knew from his eyes  instantly that something was up.

'What's wrong?' You asked as you sat up.

'Nothing, don't worry about it,' Namjoon said kissing your forehead sweetly.

'Joon,' you moaned into his neck, cuddling up closer to him. Namjoon's dick instantly started to perk up.

'If you don't stop that now, something bad will happen,' Namjoon groaned.

'Oh, yea? What will happen daddy?' you purred into his ear, turning around and rubbing you but against his front.

Namjoon growled.

'Stop it, I just got my knot out of you again,' he groaned.

'I  know, but it makes me feel so empty daddy, won't you fill me up again  like you did last night?' you mewed. You knew exactly what to say to get  him hard instantly.

'Stop it!' Namjoon laughed rolling away from you and almost falling out of bed. You giggled.

Namjoon got up and walked around the bed, sitting on the edge and cupping your face lovingly in his hands.

'You  know I would love nothing more than to knot you and fill you up again,'  he said seductively, almost inciting your heat, 'however we made a  promise to visit your family again and a certain sleepy baby, that I  didn't wanted to wake because she looked so beautiful, has already made  us late,' he grinned.

'Fuck, I forgot,' you swore, quickly glancing at the clock. Namjoon was right, you guys were late.

The both of you hurriedly got ready, both of you having a hard time keeping your hands off of each other as you did so.

An  hour later you arrived at your parent's house. Your mom and dad were  waiting for you on the porch. Your brothers were probably out,  patrolling the borders of the land.

As  you got out of the car, you hurried over to your mom as she opened her  arms for you. You gave her a big happy hug as Namjoon followed you  closely and bowed to your father.

When  your mom let go of you you could instantly see something was wrong. Her  eyes were narrowed as she glanced you up and down. She looked at  Namjoon sharply who saw her look.

'You smell it on her too right?' Namjoon said his face grimaced in pain.

'What?!' you said shocked. 'You smell what?' you could feel your heart rate rise instantly in panic.

'I smell it too alright,' your mom said, her brows slightly furrowed.

'What!? What do you smell? What's wrong with me?' you cried out, desperate to know.

'I don't know baby,' Namjoon said, his voice worried, quickly taking you into his arms and hugging you as a way of comfort.

'I  know that smell all too well,' your mom said darkly. Namjoon wrapped  his arms around you tighter as if he was hoping to protect you from  whatever your mom would say next.

She looked from you to Namjoon, to your father, and back again to you.

Then she suddenly smiled broadly.

'Your pregnant honey,' she grinned happily.

Your heart skipped a beat. Namjoon almost squished you in his arms but you could hear him sigh in relief.

'You're sure?' he asked his voice clearly dripping with excitement.

'A thousand percent sure,' your mom nodded confidently.

Namjoon laughed happily as did your father.

'And,'  your mom continued, making Namjoon hold his breath behind you again,  'judging by the thickness of the smell,' your mom paused for effect.

'It's probably twins,' she said her face positively glowing proudly.

Namjoon let out a jubilant roar as he lifted you up in the air and spun you around.

You were unable to say anything. Thick tears of happiness were streaming down your face.

'At  least twins,' your mom added. 'I remember when I was pregnant with my  twins, Yongbok and Hyun Jin, the smell was similar to this, although I  myself couldn't smell it at first either. But what I smell on you my  dear daughter,' your mom nodded knowingly, 'certainly twins at least,'

Namjoon couldn't stop laughing, the sound of his happiness filling your ears and heart alongside your own happiness.

'I  gotta call my sister,' your mom said, tears in her eyes now too. 'She's  gonna be so jealous when she hears my daughter has mated the  Alpha of the famous Bangtan Alpha pack and is carrying his pups. Twins!  At least! The bitch has been nagging me for years about how her daughter  mated the Alpha of the Exo pack. HA! That'll show her, running her  mouth and all,' your mom chowed out.

Your father laughed loudly, following as your mother ran into the house to make the call.

Namjoon turned you around.

Happy tears were glistening in his eyes too.

'Twins! At least,' he smiled broadly.

You couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Your heart felt like it was flying over the moon.

Namjoon crouched down to face your still flat tummy.

'Daddy's gonna be taking real good care of you little ones and your mom,' he spoke to your belly. You giggled.

He got up again and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

'I love you Y/n,' he whispered in your ear. He had said it a million times  already over the past few weeks but you knew you could never ever get  sick of that husky voice whispering them to you.

'And you're gonna look so fucking hot with your round pregnant belly as you  carry my pups. I can hardly wait,' he added even softer.

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Intersect, Part 9 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 9

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut; NSFW

Word count: 5.5K+ words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; office romance; sexually explicit conversations; dirty talk; bed-sharing; oral (F-receiving); fingering; clit-play; un/intentional voyeurism; vulnerable confessions; life-altering decisions (not sure if that's a legitimate warning); so much angst

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: Incoming angst!

The trip home was long, to say the least. You’ve taken this flight many times and five hours typically zip by for you–now, it feels considerably slower.

You wrapped up your conversation with Haejin asking for some time to think about her offer. If you were being honest, it was a very attractive offer. And you had a week to give her an answer.

You spent the entire flight weighing the pros and cons.

If you accepted the offer:

Onboarding would start immediately, jetting off to New York City first

You’d learn on the job, right next to Haejin for the first month then you're off on your own

You would travel around the world, under the banner of the Moonstone Foundation

You would have a larger team and call the shots

You’d get paid a lot of $$$

You would be working your dream job

If you turned down the offer:

You would remain close to home, close to your family

You would still have a great job that you love, in a company that equally respects your work

You wouldn’t have to make any huge adjustments in your life

And who else was in your life?

Namjoon.

Where would your tall, sweet human fit in all this?

Would he be supportive? You thought he would be. Namjoon was just as career-driven as you were. In the two years that you’ve worked with him, you don’t remember him ever taking any time off—and his team could vouch for that. 

Except that one time. When he flew across the country to see you. One whole day, that he chose to spend with you.

If you took this job—would he wait for you? It seemed like a lot to ask of somebody who declared his commitment to you mere weeks ago.

Was it a declaration of commitment? He hadn’t said the words…and neither have you.

But you were absolutely sure about how you felt. That one day cemented that. 

Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and be sure to stow away your tray tables. We are starting to make our initial descent.

As the familiar city lights twinkle thousands of feet beneath you, you think of how you couldn’t wait to get home.

When you walk out of the arrivals area, you catch a glimpse of it. A little over six-feet tall, beanie, hoodie, and jeans—with the sexiest smile and those dimples that never fail to reel you in.

“Welcome home, baby.”

******

This was not going to be an easy conversation, by any means. He had barely rolled your luggage in and was on you in an instant.

“Joon…we…we need to talk.” You manage to say in between pants as he continues to ravish you by your doorway.

“Can it wait? I missed you so much and I pretty much counted the minutes at the office until I had to take the train to the airport to come pick you up,” he says in between kisses.

“I missed you, too,” you reply, cupping his face in your hands, kissing him just as eagerly.

He reaches his hand up your jean shorts, the truncated in-seam providing him easy-access. You gasp out loudly when slips beneath the layers.

“So wet already?” he purrs.

“Hmm–only for you,” you sighed, your tongue darting out to lick his lower lip while he worked the bundle of nerves you had built up on the flight back.

He slides two fingers in your cunt. “You want me in there? Hm?” 

“Yes” you mewled while your walls clench around his digits. “I want you in me, now.” Your teeth graze his chin.

You were so lost in the moment that both of you flinched when your phone started going off. You groan in frustration, trying to dig it out of your pocket to silence it until you get a glimpse of the caller ID.

“Fuck, it’s just Yoongi. I’ll just let it go to voicemail,” you said.

Namjoon looks you square in the eyes. “Answer it.”

His suggestion catches you by surprise.

“You heard me,” he commands while his fingers continue to pump slowly inside of you. “Better hurry up before it stops ringing.”

Before you know it, you tap the green button on your screen to pick up.

“H-hello?” You try to control your ragged breaths

“Hi, YN. I wasn’t sure if you were going to pick up–”

“I just got home from the airport, what’s up?” Namjoon pulls his fingers out of you and puts them to his mouth and sucks on them.

It turns you on to the point of no return. What a fucking prick.

“Mirai and I were supposed to have a check-in tomorrow morning about the data analysis for the ACF project. I just wondered if I could add you to the meeting invite?”

Namjoon smirks at you before he drops down to his knees, undoing the button and zipper to your bottoms, pulling it down along with your panties in one swift move.

You gasp softly at the abrupt action. “Uh–c-couldn’t you have just emailed this to me, Yoongi?”

You look down and watch him hook your right leg up to his shoulder, your free hand clinging onto a bookshelf that you were so glad that Jungkook bolted to the wall.

“I was but uhm–the meeting’s at 8AM and I didn’t want to surprise you—“

“A-hah,” you yelped at the feel of his velvety tongue licking one long stripe over your clit. 

“YN? Are you—alright?”

You bit back a moan as the tip of his skilled tongue teases the sensitive bud.

“Sorry, I—I was just writing some notes from my trip and remembered something,” you lied.

“Anyway–are you free tomorrow morning? I know you try to block off 8AM for emails and general office stuff but since you just met with them, I think it would be really helpful to get some fresh input.”

“Yeesss,” you say a little breathily. “I mean, yes, that’s fine.”

Namjoon was really working you now. You look down at him, his eyes up at you, fully cognizant of what he was doing.

His palms were on your ass, pushing you closer to his mouth to torture you further–tonguing your clit while three relentless fingers, massaged and curled around your insides. Your thighs started to quake–your orgasm would hit you any minute now and Yoongi was going to be on the other line to hear you fall apart.

“Yeah, I was thinking, it would also be great to–”

“Hmmphh…shit,” your hand flies to your mouth to stifle a high-pitched moan while Namjoon’s fingers hasten. 

“Sorry–Say that again? I didn’t catch that,” Yoongi says, confused.

“Nothing! I’m–I’m–c-close…close to a breakthrough here,” you managed to say before he sucked on the extremely sensitive flesh. You were seconds away from freefalling. 

“Aah–just-send-the-invite-see-you-tomorrow-bye,” you say in a rush before you frantically fumble to end the call, moments before your body starts to jerk, followed by a loud, lingering sigh.

Namjoon rises to his feet, eyes wide open with a big smile on his face. His lips and chin, coated in your arousal. “Fuck, that was so hot!”

You grimaced. “I think he might be traumatized. I don’t know how I’ll be able to keep a straight face tomorrow.”

He waves you off, “He’ll be fine,” then leans in to give you a kiss. Just then, that tent he had in his pants pokes you in your belly.

You giggled before you palmed him through his jeans. “Now let’s take care of you.”

******

The morning was shaping up to be hectic. You grabbed a medium, triple-shot mocha from the cafe around the corner from the office to help brace for all of your meetings. The days after a business trip are always frenzied–expense reports, meeting notes, client debriefs, follow-ups…and worst of all, catching up on all of the other work that you missed out on while you were away.

Yoongi tried his best to act professional during your meeting. You knew that he knew what you were doing on the phone–or at least had a pretty good idea of it.

But you didn’t let it faze you. You were composed and gave him all of the information that he needed to move his project along.

After he thanked you for all of the helpful input that you provided, scurried off to his office and mentioned something about a new opportunity that he had to discuss with Celina.

Your next meeting was a huddle with Jimin and Mirai, who filled you in on the latest information on the baseline survey responses. You were happy to know that Namjoon kept everything moving smoothly, resolving any internal issue while keeping you informed of any high-level decisions that you needed to make.

The day was waning and you barely had a chance to catch Namjoon apart from smiles down the hallway and quick work chat messages to check in.

You were so inundated with work that you almost missed the new piece of decor hanging in your office—a small replica of Seurat’s The Lighthouse at Honfleur. It was the painting that you spent time admiring at the museum.

You couldn’t help but smile.

******

“Hey, I have something to tell you. You think we can talk later?” You poke your head into his office after taking a chance when you see his door ajar.

“Of course. Everything okay?” He beckons you to come in while he stands by his bookshelf, trying to search for some reference materials.

Since last night’s attempt was unsuccessful on account of a few…’distractions,’ you were more determined to have this conversation sooner rather than later.

You shut the door as soon as you step in. “Yeah, everything’s great. I just wanted to run something by you—can you come over tonight?”

“Sure. I have a code review with Hobi and Tae at 5. It was the only open time we had on our calendars today,” he grimaces. “So–I probably won’t get in ‘til after 6:30?”

“That’s totally fine,” you smiled. “Just come by when you’re done–whatever time that is.”

“Okay. I have my key,” he says proudly.

It’s only been a couple months but since you both frequented the other’s place, you thought it made sense to give each other keys the week before you left for your business trip. Logical.

He figured he could also revive your dying house plants while you were away–and he was right. Practical.

“Perfect. I’ll make you dinner,” you said.

He beams back at you. “Can’t wait.” He leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips before he excuses himself to walk over to his next meeting.

******

Namjoon gets in a bit later than expected and looks a bit frazzled when he walks through the door. His meeting with Hobi and Taehyung had run over. A routine code review turned into a troubleshooting session. Namjoon’s team inherited the program from a previous contractor and, needless to say, their quality control was little to nonexistent. When Namjoon left the office, they had barely gotten the program into a stable mode so Hobi and Taehyung elected to stay a bit longer to monitor it in case it crashed again.

You welcome him with a piping hot bowl of jjajangmyeon. “Woah—this is so good, baby. What would I do without you?”

You take in a sharp breath, suddenly feeling a pang of guilt. From what? You’re not exactly sure why. Maybe it was the fact that a lucrative job offer had just landed on your lap not so long ago–and you were wrestling with the thought of taking it and asking the man that you loved to cool his heels while you lived your dream.

You were both accomplished in your own rights. Namjoon had charted his own path and you did the same. He was already reaping the benefits of hitting a major career milestone while you were just beginning to make strides in yours.

You were ambitious and driven. You had all but mapped out the next five years for yourself–but you never factored him in. He was a variable. Now, you had to determine whether he was the independent or dependent kind.

“So, I ran into Kim Haejin on my last day.”

“Oh! That’s…random.”

“It was. She’s doing some lobbying for Moonstone.”

He nods. He’s been to Capitol Hill a handful of times and seen special interest groups trying to round up legislators, competing for their attention to push their agenda. Some had genuine and sincere intentions while a few…just wanted to pay a few digits less on their tax returns.

“Anyway, we met up after our meetings at the Capitol and I found out that she’s also been in contact with the children and families committees up there—really trying to push forth this one piece of legislation that a few people in congress are sponsoring.”

He hums. “I gotta hand it to her. Running a family corporation, a charitable foundation, and juggling motherhood on top of all that? I don’t know how she manages it.”

This was it. You braced yourself while you broached the topic.

“Well—that’s the thing. She thinks she’s stretched too thin because of all of these responsibilities. So…she’s looking into handing off the Foundation.”

He slows his chewing.

“Oh. So…what does that mean for grantees? And uh…contractors? For us?”

You slowed your pace. “She’s not quite handing it off in a sense that she’s ending the Foundation. She wants someone to take over for her—to oversee the program.”

“Okay…”

You felt your heart start to beat out of your chest.

“She asked…me…if I could do it.”

His eyes bulge out of their sockets and he almost chokes on his food. “Baby—that’s…that’s great! What did you tell her? Oh shit. But you’d have to leave the company…ah—what the heck? This is your dream, YN! This is fucking amazing!” He was beaming with pride.

You smiled back at him, feeling some relief as he looked so happy for you.

“I mean…I, I told her I’d think about it first.”

“Aish, c’mon, YN! What’s there to think about?” He says it as if it was a no-brainer. This fueled your confidence.

“Well—for starters, I’d have to embark on a ‘tour’ of sorts,” you gestured with air quotations. “You know, to promote the Foundation, expand partnerships internationally—“

“A tour?” He looks puzzled.

“Y-yeah. The tentative schedule on the calendar is for a year—possibly longer—Asia, Africa, Latin America...The organization is growing rapidly. I also have to make sure that Jungkook is settled. Plus, our relationship is—“ You stop your babbling when you see his face falter.

“Y-you’ll be gone for a year?” he whispers.

Your heartbeat lurches. “A year, maybe more,” you say hesitantly.

In an instant, his expression turns despondent. Although his eyes were downcast, you could see his jaw ticking.

You rest your palms on either side, cupping his face, trying to tilt it upwards to look into his eyes.

“Joon, look at me—“ He does, and you wished that he hadn’t. He had a smile on his lips but his eyes were pained.

Tears started to sting your eyes. “Baby—“

His hands rest over yours, assuaging you. “Hey—You should take the job.”

You take in a shallow breath. “Well, see, the reason I haven’t taken it is because…I was thinking about us. It’s going to be so hard being away from you. And I–Namjoon, I…” you paused for a beat. This wasn’t exactly how you pictured it but you had to let him know–and you had to know if he felt the same. “I lo–”

You are interrupted by his phone blaring on your dining room table. He glances at the caller ID. “Shit, it’s Taehyungie. Hold on.”

However sweet you thought Taehyung was when you worked together, you wanted to strangle him through the phone for his shitty timing.

“What?” Namjoon groans into the phone. “Fuck. I thought we cleaned up the duplicates?” Another groan. “And the patch didn’t work?” Taehyung murmurs something unintelligible which elicits a low growl from Namjoon while he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Alright, alright. Just…hang tight. Uh–tell Hobi to run the validation script manually to hold off the errors. I’ll head back now.”

He hangs up.

“Sorry–YN, I uh–” 

You nodded. “It-it’s fine…”

He hurriedly gathers his wallet and building pass off the table then wordlessly heads to the door to put his shoes on.

You followed right behind him. “Uhm, do you want me to pack some food for you? Maybe bring some for Hobi and Tae? They could be hungry.”

He pauses then turns around abruptly. “N-no, that won’t be necessary,” he replies.

“Uh…okay. Are we–” You blink then shake your head. “Let’s pick this up again tomorrow? I really need–”

“S-sure, yeah. Listen, I–I really have to go.”

You nodded, looking up at him expectantly. When he doesn’t move, you take it upon yourself to close in on him yourself. You tilt your chin up to him and give him a kiss. You move your lips against his, coaxing his mouth open to slip your tongue in. He moans softly, lifting his hand to cradle your nape. Deepening the kiss, responding to your languid strokes with his own licks.

He pulls away first, pressing his forehead to yours–bearing that same pained expression in his eyes when you asked him to look up at you.

“Let me know when you get home?”

After giving you a small nod, he’s out the door.

******

You must have been dreaming. The last thing you remember is Namjoon leaving your apartment–he seemed off after you told him about the job offer. Did you miss his text or call?

You feel your mattress sink, you get a whiff of a combination of your body wash and faint traces of men’s cologne. Moments later, warmth envelops you. You were half asleep when you glanced over your shoulder to see Namjoon burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Is it really you?” You croaked out.

He chuckles softly, his warm breath fanning your ear. “Who else would it be?”

You roll over to face him. “I thought you went home?”

“I thought I did.”

You smile languidly. “What time is it?”

“Late.” He kisses your forehead and moves down to give you a peck on your lips before he pulls you in closer to his chest. In an instant, you drift right back to sleep.

******

“Okay so, I have like, four tickets to the actual ceremony but only two for the baccalaureate. I was thinking maybe you and mom can come because–with dad and his sleep apnea–he’ll be snoring up a storm and I really don’t–”

“Kookie–it’s fine,” you chuckled. “You don’t have to explain. He can stay and nap at the hotel until the ceremony starts in the afternoon.”

“Have you asked Namjoon-hyung to find out if he can make it?”

“I’m sure he can move some things around but I wouldn’t–wouldn’t get my hopes up. He’s been struggling with one of his programs and working nights and weekends to try and fix that.”

“Oh,” he pouts a little and looks dejected on screen.

“I’m sorry–is your ultra-supportive noona’s presence not enough to put a smile on your face on your graduation day?”

He does his big-bunny smile. “Of course it is–I just thought maybe he’d come with you. Because we’ve grown close, I think. He's kind of like the big brother I never had,” he says sheepishly.

“Then why don’t you text him yourself and ask? Like you said–the worse he’ll say is ‘no.’”

He nods. “Speaking of answers–have you responded to that CEO’s job offer yet?”

You sighed. “I–haven’t. I have ‘til the end of the week to let her know. I, uh–talked to Namjoon about it.”

“I’m sure he’s excited for you!”

You made a face and your brother picks up on your uncertainty immediately. “Was he not,” he asks slowly.

You inhaled sharply. “I don’t know how to describe his reaction, exactly. It was–mixed? He was enthusiastic at first and then when I told him about the year-long tour, it was as if someone walked into the room and killed the lights.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to look confused. “What do you mean?”

You explain what happened during dinner and how his excitement died down shortly after. You were already starting to feel deflated because of his reaction until he came back later that night. It seemed to quell your doubts.

“You think he wouldn’t be cool with long-distance?” Your brother asks.

“I don’t know. We haven’t really–reopened the topic since this morning. We’ve both been swamped with other stuff. He’s coming over tonight, though so–maybe we can clear it up then.”

******

While you took absolute pleasure when he fucked you senseless, you had many quiet moments that you relished.

Like this. Both of you laying in your post-fucked out state with your heads at the foot of the bed. Him on his back while you on your stomach, just talking, after a long day at the office.

“I have a confession to make,” he began.

You turn to glance at him while he stares up at the ceiling.

“Remember when I told you that Mayumi ran out of love and patience for me?”

You hummed and nodded cautiously at the mention of an ex from somebody you were seeing.

“She left me because—she said that I held her back and…lately she was starting to resent me for it.”

“W-why would she resent you?”

“Because I was selfish. After finishing my undergrad, I went straight into getting my doctorate. I asked her to move in with me, which she did—at the expense of losing out on a great job opportunity. Moving away from her family. But I convinced her that moving into the city would present more opportunities for her. More options. Plus, we’d be together.”

You weren’t exactly sure what was prompting Namjoon to open up like this but you let him, nodding and humming softly to urge him to continue while you listened.

He goes on to narrate that Celina had hired him right out of undergrad. They first met when she happened to be a visiting lecturer at his university. He caught her eye when he started to challenge one of her findings—which in the end, she admitted was slightly flawed and outdated due to an old theory that she had based it on.

He jumped at the opportunity because she had an esteemed reputation in public policy.

She saw promise in him and convinced him to go straight into a graduate program while he worked as a programmer and research assistant at her budding firm.

You started to get a weird feeling and decided to ask him outright.

“Are you–are you trying to tell me something? You and Celina–” You asked hesitantly.

Your bed shook as a hearty laugh booms out of his chest.

“No, no, baby. I promise you, that’s not where this is going,” he looks at you assuringly. “Besides, I didn’t think I was her type because—I pretty much questioned her at every turn. I wasn’t uhm…agreeable to everything that she said. And I wasn’t doing it to be a dick. I just—wanted to make sure that every angle was taken into consideration, making sure that we were thorough. Which, I think in the end, she respected me for and it made me a good researcher.” He clarifies while he reaches up to kiss your bare shoulder. “We strictly had a mentor and mentee relationship.”

He had obviously risen up the ranks using his smarts and determination. Unfortunately, his ambition drained his personal life.

Mayumi was always trying to accommodate him. Worked her decisions around him. She was happy to do it because she loved him.

“Then one time, I was doing some extra work at home—nothing unusual. But at that specific time, I was feeling some extra pressure at work because I wanted a promotion and I knew that I deserved it. Only thing was, there were three other people in contention. I needed to do something…insanely exceptional to be at the forefront.”

He put in the work, traveled to conferences, strengthened client partnerships, recruited notable researchers–which, at the sound of that, you cocked our eyebrow to. Clearly, all of this was enough to convince Celina and the rest of upper management to reward his efforts.

Once he became Associate Director, it was all downhill for him and Mayumi. They argued more often. She would storm off and pick up extra shifts at work while he spent nights in his office. Somehow, being anywhere but home was more peaceful. It was not healthy.

At some point, they knew that they were done for. But why did Namjoon hang on that long if he didn’t think things were past the point of mending?

“The day that we were submitting that revised proposal? She called me that morning, saying that she was done, she had had it with me. For some reason, I asked her to wait for me. So I rushed out of the office in the middle of the day.”

He didn’t know what he had hoped to accomplish. Would he convince her to stay? Would he promise to change and devote more time to her, like she had asked multiple times before? They’ve gone through this cycle in the last few years. Take a break, get back together.

He tried but her mind had already been made up right before he walked through the door. Before leaving, she told him how she felt as if she’d always had to play second-fiddle to everything else in his life—which was his career.

She’s given up everything because he promised that they would be together—which was true for some time—until his work took over his life and she became an afterthought.

He turns his head to face you again. “All this to say that, I don’t want a repeat of what happened before. I feel that this relationship is much more different than that. I recognize that you have your own dreams and ambitions. I want to support you and—find that balance that I didn’t before. I was too young and too full of myself. I don’t want to be selfish anymore—not with you.”

You regarded him intently. “Joon—“

“Don’t ever let me hold you back from things that you want. I don’t want you to resent me.”

This man squeezes your heart like no other. If at first you were worried about how he would feel, now you weren’t because it seemed like he had swept those concerns away. This was going to help with your decision to take Haejin’s job offer easier.

You smiled warmly at him. “Namjoon, resentment is far from the emotion that describes what I feel for you right now.”

He sits up slightly and leans in closer to you while he balances his weight on his elbow. “Good, because I don’t think I can forgive myself if you started to hate me.”

“Joon…where is all this coming from,” you ask softly.

“I just–need you to promise me that you won’t let me hold you back.”

“B-baby, I don’t–”

“Please–just promise me?” He gently implores.

“I promise,” you assured him.

With that, he closes the gap between you and kisses you.

God, you loved this man so much.

******

The next morning, you find the side that he slept in empty. You panic a little but are instantly placated once you see a handwritten note on the pillow that he slept on.

Left early—SOS from Hobi and Tae. Figured you needed all the sleep you can get so you wouldn’t rip anybody’s head off. See you in a bit.

You regretted that you didn’t tell him how you felt last night–but he was so vulnerable and truth be told, his actions felt more than enough to assure you. You would definitely tell him today. You glance at the post-script below his note.

PS — You’re so cute when you snore!

You scoffed. “I do not snore!”

******

You didn’t catch Namjoon when you arrived at the office in the morning and you went straight into a marathon of meetings with your team and a few other project officers, not to mention that you were still catching up on a pile of work sitting on your desk while you went off on your trip.

Once you found a few minutes, you place a call to Haejin and tell her that you would take the job, provided that you could incorporate some scheduled time off–that was a hard line for you. You wanted to be able to see and spend time with your family and Namjoon.

Haejin was more than accommodating. It was a small price to pay for a huge weight off her shoulders. She was a huge advocate for work-life balance in her company. She hated the thought of her staff being overworked or didn’t have personal time for a vacation, to go to their child’s recital, or just plainly take a mental break. She promised a great support staff for you if and when you were scheduled to take time off.

The next step was meeting with Celina to put in your notice–but not before you shared the good news to Namjoon.

You knock on his door to find him with his nose buried deep in a draft report that he was reading through.

“Hey,” you say excitedly. He glances up briefly to acknowledge your presence then returns to the report.

That was weird. 

But you brushed it off and proceeded to tell him that you spoke to Haejin about taking the job. You also told him that you requested for unrestricted, on-demand time off to accommodate your family and him. You were over the moon at the thought of living your dream and expressed that it was too good to be true–a killer job and the man that you love by your side.

“Isn’t that great, Joon? There are only a few organizations like this–who would actually grant this flexibility–”

“I think you should take the job as it is…without any conditions or pretenses,” he interjects coolly without looking up at you.

You scrunch your face in confusion.

“Huh?” You actually heard what he said. You were more in shock, is what it is. “I thought–I thought that you were supporting me and that you’d be there for me? You know–last night? When we talked?”

“YN–let’s be practical here. You’ll be gone for a year. You’re leading a whole program–and it will need your full attention. I’ll just be a distraction.” He says evenly before he lifts his head to look up at you. 

“W-wait–”

“I think that what you’ve done for the firm is amazing. You’ve grown our foundations and philanthropic efforts considerably in a short period of time. It goes to show that you’re really good at what you do. I’m not surprised that you’re starting to outgrow your position. More people are finally taking notice of your skills.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t…” You took in a sharp breath. “Look, Namjoon–I never said I felt like I was outgrowing my position here.”

“YN–you know that I’m a huge supporter of career growth. I don’t think people should confine themselves to boxes.”

His voice was barely recognizable to you. This was the same tone that he adopted when he spoke to clients and business partners. Academic, formal…disconnected.

“You should take full advantage of every great opportunity that comes your way. Clearly, The Moonstone Foundation will give you that. This is what you’ve wanted. This is…your dream. Don’t let anything or…anybody hold you back from it.”

You were aghast. Was he still talking about the job offer or–

“Joon…” you softened your expression, rounding his desk, leaning against it and dropping your voice. “It’s just us, here. We can talk like…like normal? I thought that we were on the same page?”

He stares at you blankly and doesn’t return your affectionate tone.

He moistens his lips before he speaks again. “We are talking. And I’m saying–you should move forward. This–this relationship is going to be a distraction for you. And that won’t be helpful for Haejin and the Foundation.”

Who was this imposter and what has he done to the real Kim Namjoon? The man you’ve grown to love in the last couple of months.

“What are you saying? I’m so confused, Joon–”

He looks you dead in the eyes–gone was all that love and warmth from last night. Cold and emptiness had taken over. It was the same look that he gave you when he told you to get out of his office when you supposedly stole his project from him.

“I’m saying–that we should cut our losses now.”

You stood in front of him, flabbergasted. “Are you–are you breaking up with me?” It sounded idiotic by the time the words spilled out of your mouth.

He swallowed hard and flexed his jaw. “I just think that you need to be able to focus on your new position so you can produce your best work. You know–no interferences, obstacles…”

You tune him out. His voice was replaced by Celina’s–ringing in your ears after you decided to castigate Yoongi during that one meeting.

If I fall apart, then everything and everyone else around me is affected…everything that we all worked hard for–just because I decided to have a cry at work.

Suddenly, it felt like ice water had replaced the blood running through your veins. You touch your tongue to the inside of your cheek–a habit you picked up from him. But it didn’t matter because it helped you don a mask that you desperately needed at that moment.

“Got it. Say no more.”

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The End of the Pier

Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff [Drabble]

Word Count: 718

Concept: You and Namjoon are dating and he’s brought you to his favourite spot for a picnic slash double date with your friend and JK

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"I'm trying to find it…wait…" Namjoon flips another page, scanning the words carefully in search of the passage he wants to share with you. "I swear it was in this chapter…" he murmurs, almost to himself but he absent-mindedly rubs your knee to ensure you're still with him and haven't returned to your own book. You smile fondly at his concentration face and shade your face from the sun with the hand that isn't holding his. Your book lies open by your side awaiting your return to its pages.

"Aha! Found it!" he exclaims triumphantly. "This made me think of you…" He draws you closer to him and you nestle in to listen to him read the words, his voice and eyes both softening as he speaks. You close your own eyes, drinking in the sounds of water lapping below, birdsong and the occasional playful shouts of children and romping dogs mingling with your boyfriend's voice.

That is until you hear a muffled yelp and a stifled giggle from further up the pier, back towards the shore and half sit back up with an exasperated sigh, shading your eyes again to peer towards the disturbance. Namjoon's gaze automatically follows yours.

"Isn't she meant to be helping him with his English?" he answers your unspoken objection. "Maybe the book they chose is more entertaining than we gave them credit for."

"I don't mean to cast aspersions…" you begin. He raises his eyebrows with a tiny smile, knowing where you're headed with this. "But you will…" he finishes for you. You laugh and settle back against him. 

"Maybe you're right and it's all completely innocent," you allow, gesturing to him to finish reading. He entwines his fingers with yours and picks up where he left off. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your face and the warmth of his body against your side and the combination is making you deliciously sleepy. 

His hand moves up to stroke your hair and when you crack your eyes open you see him smiling down at you lovingly.

This time it's Namjoon who turns his head at the brief squeal.

"Okay so I'm beginning to wonder as well now," he concedes. You both squint back over towards your co-picnickers warily. 

"Well…why are they lying down for one thing?" you point out. Namjoon shares a suspicious look with you as you both get to your feet. 

Stealthily making your way back down the pier, you exchange another look as you notice the book Ruby was trying to use to teach Jeongguk discarded in the middle of the pier. But the two lovebirds are indeed lying full length along the side of the wooden walkway. Or at least Jeongguk seems to be; his head resting on the raised strut and his hair messily spilling over the side of the beam. As you and Namjoon edge closer he exhales a soft groan and shifts his position, raising his head to look down towards his crotch and propping himself up on one elbow where you try not to notice your friend's head poorly disguised under the picnic blanket she insisted on bringing down to the water. 

"Jesus, they're like cats in heat!" Namjoon snorts. "Surely he can concentrate for more than ten minutes?"

"Apparently not," you opine through gritted teeth. "Hose?" you suggest.

He nods, giving you a wicked little smirk as his free hand twists the nozzle of a nearby safety hose.

"Uh…jebal…oh, noona~" Jeongguk moans, still trying and failing to keep his voice down. You're not sure what "jebal" means but you get the rest and context implies some kind of begging or appreciation so you and Namjoon silently calculate the maximum damage bullseye and set yourselves up. Jeongguk's eyes are tightly shut, so Namjoon manages to unwind the hose carefully until you can abruptly douse the cavorting couple in freezing water, making them both leap up cursing and spluttering in protest. 

"I said it was a lovely day for reading you little animals. Not for geographically-inappropriate blowjobs!" you tease them, rolling your eyes.

Still shaking water droplets from their hair and clothes, Jeongguk and Ruby trudge back to the car for a change of clothes as you and Namjoon return to your cozy little lovenest at the end of the pier.

THE END

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Daydream | KNJ

One man’s daydreaming is another man’s day.

✿ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

✿ Genre: smut, angst, a tiny bit of fluff, pretty much pwp 

✿ Rated: M for More 

✿ Warnings: A little spice over the phone, handjob, oral (f. receiving), little bit of spanking, this is a tad bit emotional

✿ Word Count: 5.6k 

✿ Summary: It’s late and he has work to do, but for some reason he can only think about you. He misses you so much and after so long, maybe it’s time to pay you a visit?

✿ Author’s Note: Fun fact, this is based off a dream I had a while ago. The part that mattered only lasted for like a second and the rest of the dream was nonsense but ayy I got a fic out of it~ This was supposed to be posted a year ago, I’m so behind omg 🤡… In reconciliation, I will let y’all know that there mayyyy be a part 2, but not in the way you expect so keep an eye out :3

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Namjoon stared at the screen like he had been all day, his frustration had caused a pounding headache that only seemed to get worse as the day went on. Cubase remained untouched, nothing, absolutely nothing had come out of this work day. He’d been at this for hours, hoping and waiting for inspiration to strike. With approaching deadlines, the pressure was eating away at him to try and get everything done. 

For weeks he’s been working hard on songs for the upcoming album the group was going to be putting out in a few months. Today was the day he was supposed to start taking it easy and let his own creativity flow to its heart’s content and focus on working on the playlist that consisted of new songs for his new upcoming solo album. He had been looking forward to this day for a while, but it’s just been crickets. He hadn’t done anything productive today. 

The cause… well, it’s sad, but he had a feeling of what it might be. 

Namjoon tried to tell himself he was just burnt out from working so hard. It’s true, he had been overworking himself for the past few days, it could have easily sucked out all the inspiration he had beforehand. He knew that wasn’t it though. All day, now that he wasn’t so sucked into work, his mind was focused on something he tried to pretend hadn’t been eating away at him for the last month. 

You. 

It’s been so long since he’d seen you last. Busy schedules got in the way, and he’s embarrassed and honestly a little ashamed in the fact that he couldn’t make time to text you. He missed you so much, but he shouldn’t. It’s what put the distance between you two in the first place. Things were getting complicated and they never were supposed to. 

But he just missed you so much. 

Namjoon grabbed his phone off his desk and scrolled through his messages till he found your name. His heart skipped a beat. 

Joonie [12:42 AM]: Hey 

Y/N [12:44 AM]: ???

Y/N [12:45 AM]: So you’re finally texting me again 😏

Joonie [12:45 AM]: :( Don’t be like that 

Y/N [12:46 AM]: Hehe I’m just playing, I figured you’d be busy 

Joonie [12:46 AM]: Yeah I’m sorry, works been a lot 

Y/N [12:46 AM]: I figured 

Joonie [12:47 AM]: So… how’s your day been?

Y/N [12:47 AM]: Joon I thought we were past small talk 😩

Joonie [12:47 AM]: It’s a bit awkward, just feels like forever since we’ve talked last

Y/N [12:48 AM]: It’s been like a month hasn’t it? 

Namjoon stared at the screen in disbelief. Has it really been that long? A quick scroll up told him it was in fact true. 

Joonie [12:49 AM]: I’m sorry ㅠㅠㅠ

Y/N [12:49 AM]: It’s alright, I just miss you :(

The words shouldn’t make his heart jump. This goes against everything you both have established, then again, you’ve been crossing the boundaries for a while. 

Joonie [12:50 AM]: I miss you too

Y/N [12:50]: :D

Namjoon suddenly had the urge to scream. You were adorable. 

Joonie [12:51 AM]: :)

Y/N [12:52 AM]: Soooo Kim Namjoon, what’s the occasion this time?

Y/N [12:53 AM]: We both know you never text me unless you want something ;) 

Joonie [12:54 AM]: …

Joonie [12:55 AM]: Can I call you? 

Y/N [12:55 AM]: I’m waiting 👀

Namjoon stared hard as his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew the door he was opening up, and wondered if this was the right choice. Maybe he needed more time? 

His body acted on its own and without thinking about it anymore, he clicked the button. 

It rang for a second before you picked it up, he couldn’t help but smile when your cheery tone greeted him with a hello. 

“I need you.” The words escaped his lips before he had much time to think it over. 

“Someone’s eager,” you joked. 

“Sorry, I just… I’ve been stressed lately with work. Nothing went as planned today, I was supposed to get a lot done, but I’m feeling burnt out. I need you. I just.. need you.” He ranted, almost pleading. The last words carried a lot of sentiment that was unknown to you both. 

Joon could practically feel your smile through the phone. 

“And what exactly do you want me to do? It’s been awhile Joon, talk to me~” 

He quickly looked behind him, making sure his door was closed and locked. When he was assured it was, he scooted his chair up so he was leaning against his desk, lowering the chances of anyone hearing him, even if the other measures failed. 

“Make me feel good like you always do. Please baby, you always make everything better and I miss you so much…” He whispered into the phone. 

“Mmmm it really has been awhile~” 

“So long... I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days.” 

“Me too. Everytime I’m alone, it’s late at night and I can’t stop thinking about you and how good you make me feel Joon and I—“ 

“Fuck wait, stop!” Namjoon hurried. “I—I’m not even on the road yet, I’m still in my studio and you know how long it takes for me to get there.” His breathing was heavy as he gripped hard on the arm of his desk chair. 

“Well hurry then Joon before I start without you~” Namjoon threw his head back at your words. 

“Baby… wait, tell me what you’re wearing.” They say curiosity kills the cat. 

He heard you chuckle slightly. “That hoodie you always keep leaving over here.” Fuck.

“And?” He rushed. 

“Did I say and…” And boy did curiosity kill him. Namjoon just sighed, already feeling the blood beginning to rush to a certain place. He looked down at his lap, getting the urge to pull his pants down as he listened to your voice. 

“Y/n I want you so bad…” 

“How do you want me when you get here?”

“Don’t do anything, just wait for me. Can't wait to make you feel so good baby, missed your body so much.” 

“And I can’t wait to make you feel good. I’ll make sure you forget the stress of your job. Get ready Kim Namjoon.” The possibilities had his mind racing and he gripped the phone hard as he bucked into nothing. 

“I’m going, I'm going— I can’t do this anymore. I'm sorry.” He was already getting up and heading for his coat. 

“I’ll text you when I’m downstairs, please don’t start without me.” His affirmation was needed as he remembered that one time he walked into your apartment, to see you having a blast with that hitachi wand you kept in your bottom drawer. 

You giggled before you said your goodbyes. 

It was in record time that he made it to the garage, with his driver pulling up in just a few minutes. The drive to your place was about 30 minutes from the Bighit building, as traffic always seemed to be bad when he came. 

One thing he loved about coming over was the fact that the drive always gave him some time to think, and he had much on his mind. 

Namjoon has dug himself in a hole he’s not sure he can come back from. Your relationship was never meant to be as complicated as it quickly became. 

Namjoon met you a few years ago. At the time you worked as a waitress and after a successful concert, as they always do, the boys and some staff members went out to eat at the restaurant you worked at. You had been their waitress and even though the night was a blur (too much to drink), he had practically spent the whole night ogling you. He remembers distinctly the way he felt every time you came over to their table and how his eyes would follow you even after you left. 

But it was not this meeting that started the whole arrangement that’s been going on for years. No, it was the next time you met. 

Bighit had been holding a company party and the same restaurant they went to that day catered the event. You were still a waitress at the time, so you were one of the staff members that worked that night. This time, and with a little (emphasis on the little) less alcohol in his system, he managed to talk to you that night. He pulled you aside when your shift was getting close to ending and you guys basically spent the whole event talking and getting to know each other. Well… that would be a little bit of a lie. 

The event had been close to being over and well, after a few more rounds, somehow you both ended up in one of the practice rooms practically eating each other’s faces. Things got pretty intense, Joon being this close to taking you right there in that practice room, but the sound of people beginning to leave scared you both, and that’s how he ended up in your apartment, and how this whole thing started. 

It was supposed to just be sex. Joon made it clear from the beginning how work was just way too busy for him to consider a relationship, and you seemed fine with keeping the whole thing pretty casual. You even established rules and boundaries you both should not cross over. 

Well flash forward a few years and practically everything you said not to do has been done. The boundaries were in this unspoken gray zone that you both never just seemed to talk about. 

That’s where the problem starts. 

The last time Namjoon went over to your place, certain words that he knew would change the dynamic of your relationship forever just seemed to be on the tip of his tongue all night. Luckily he never said anything, but it made him realize how close you two have gotten. Really, if it wasn’t for the periods you sometimes wouldn’t speak to each other, you would really look like a couple in a normal relationship. He’s never taken you out on a date, but the amount of times Joon would come over to just hang out, or how he stopped caring about falling asleep at your place, it was not surprising that feelings eventually arose. 

It was just meant to be sex. He was quick to accept the fact that you two became friends, just with a few benefits, but the fact that he knew deep in his heart that he wanted to be more than that, well…

If things were different, if he wasn’t RM from BTS, he wouldn’t have any doubts asking you out, or being more. But the title and responsibilities are tied to his name in real life. He’s busy, and the worry of being an awful boyfriend because of his job, just seemed too much of a possibility for him to even think about putting you through that. It wouldn’t be fair. 

In all honesty he had been avoiding you at first before he legitimately got too busy, a problem he knew he had to fix still raged in his mind. 

He needed to end this. He’s gotten way too attached to you and for your sake and his, it would be better if he just ended it here. It was the right thing to do, but that’s what kept him from confronting the issue. He honestly couldn’t imagine not having you in his life anymore. It’s selfish and he knows, but he needs you. 

Namjoon’s just been wondering how he’s going to break it to you or himself. 

This whole thing that’s happening tonight was unfair and he knows it. He shouldn’t be speaking to you until he’s found the right words to say to end the beautiful relationship he’s built with you. It’s hard, and in a time of immense stress and dismay, he always goes to you for comfort. 

Maybe by the next time you speak he can finally say the words he needs to. But not tonight. Tonight he just wanted to see you. 

The ride seemingly sped by but at the same time felt like it took all too long. It still surprised him when his driver stopped in front of your apartment building. 

Namjoon gave a friendly smile to the driver. He was really the only one to know where he would sneak off to at nights occasionally. Even the guys who he calls his brothers don’t know about your little affair. A silent promise was made each time he would get out of the car to go to your place. He would never tell a soul what happened tonight. 

Your apartment building was familiar, it felt like a second home. The familiar rock in front of your building held a special memory as he remembered tripping over it the first time he was here. In a haste to get inside and feel you, in his tipsy state he nearly face planted onto the cement floor when his eyes had been fixated on you, not realizing he was walking straight into the rock. 

A neighbor who lived on the first floor, their familiar door near the elevator would always be playing loud music whenever he would visit, tunes he could easily recognize belonged to his group. 

Even the elevator was enough to get his heart to ache as he remembered the time you came in together and you joked about the ominous background music as you rode up together and how you got stuck inside for a good 20 minutes. He didn’t see it at the time, but today it seemed all too fitting considering how wrong it was for him to come here today. 

He hurried inside, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he rode the elevator and made it to your front door. 

Finally. 

A brisk knock was all it took before you were pulling open the door, revealing exactly how you described. You were wearing that dark blue hoodie he keeps forgetting to take home, your hair was down, and your legs were bare, getting Namjoon more excited than he’d like to admit. 

You were so beautiful, so effortlessly beautiful. 

“You’re finally here!” You exclaimed and pulled him into a hug, basking in his familiar sweet scent. He hugged you back happily, resting his head on top of yours. He hugged you tighter. 

Your embrace felt like home. 

“Missed you so much.” He whispered. 

The sentiment was nice, but he quickly remembered the fact he was supposed to be pulling away from all of this. It hurt so much. All he wanted to do was give you all the kisses in the world and tell you the words he held back from saying last time. 

Namjoon let his hands travel down under your (his) hoodie to distract his aching heart, grabbing a handful of your ass. He groaned realizing what you told him earlier was true. You weren’t wearing anything underneath.  

“You weren’t lying…” he chuckled weakly, gently massaging your ass. 

“Why would I lie?” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I dunno, you wanna make me a mess so rush over here, because you know you make me so hard so quickly.” His words were filthy, but he was desperate. 

He saw your eyes widened at the sudden change in mood, but the shock was soon replaced with a sly smile as one of your hands traveled down his body. Your fingers, down his neck, collarbone, abs, all the way till they were hovering over the waistline of his sweats. 

Namjoon felt his breath hick.

“Do I now?” You continued further till you were gripping his hardening length. You smiled seeing the way his face scrunched. 

Oh boy were you gonna kick it up a notch. You just missed him so much and the way he was speaking earlier about how work had been, you wanted to make him feel better in any way you could. 

You pulled your hand out to spit in it, before you were back in his pants, slowly jerking him off. You immediately felt his grip on your ass tightened. 

“Wait—Y/n what are you—“ he couldn’t even finish before he had his hands on your hips and was burrowing himself in your neck, trying to suppress the moans. 

You gently kissed his cheek, trying to soothe him. “I guess you were right~” you whispered softly into his ear, feeling his length quickly growing in your grasp. 

You worked your hand the best you could considering the angle and the fact he was still wearing pants. “Does it feel nice?” You asked, smiling at the way how he was pretty much just fucking your hand. His hips steadily worked at pushing himself into your hand, eager at the slight bit of friction, you really weren’t doing much anymore. 

He cursed under his breath at your words. 

It was like a flash before suddenly he had pulled your hand away and pushed you back onto your dining table. You stared at him as he began walking closer, the hunger in his eyes had you squeezing your legs together. 

He got between your legs, his eyes trailing up your thighs as his hands came up to pull you closer to him. 

You were surprised but smirked, trying your best to ignore the way your heart was beating like crazy. 

“Huh, can’t even make it to the room Joonie?” You teased. 

He just chuckled. “Guess I can’t…” 

“You gonna take me right here on the table then?” You bit your lip, not even trying to hide how hot that sounded. 

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You didn’t miss the dark tone of his voice. You just smiled at him. 

He just stared at your face and you couldn’t help but start to get shy at the way he was looking at you. Unable to handle his gaze you turned away, but his hand pushed you right back to meet his eyes. 

You felt your cheeks start getting warm. 

“I missed you…” His voice was soft, pleading almost for you to know. He wanted you to know, wanted you to know how much he missed you. This whole situation was fucked, he shouldn’t have to feel like this. 

Namjoon pulled up your hoodie so it came up over your thighs. You stared wide eyed as he dropped to his knees and spread your legs apart, lifting them over his shoulders. He started planting kisses up along your thighs, making your whole body come alive. 

“Wait— thought I was supposed to make you feel good?” Your breathing was getting labored as he got closer to where you really wanted him. 

“You are… seeing you fall apart on my tongue will make me feel great…” He smirked and you just playfully rolled your eyes.

“I mean— I won’t stop you if that’s the case— ohhhh…” You sighed as he kissed you right on your pussy. You didn’t miss the way he smiled seeing your reaction. 

Just like you can have him a mess in a few seconds, he could do the same to you.

You gripped the table harder as his light kisses turned to his tongue circling your bud.

“Fuuuu— baby please…” You cried, and he knew what you wanted. 

“Does this feel good?” His voice was low and teasing, happy to see you already a mess for him. 

“So good, but I want more…” When you beg like that for him, no matter how much he sometimes likes to draw it out he couldn’t deny you. Not when you’ve got him this hard, begging for him to please you. 

Namjoon moved his arm so he could use his fingers to start rubbing up along through your slit. He marveled at how wet you had gotten so quickly, and it made him all too eager to finally feel you around his cock. 

You whined again, slightly annoyed by the fact he was still teasing you, but before you could say anything his fingers were buried deep between your walls, already getting to work. He curled his finger to hit that sweet spot that he knew turned you into a mess.

“So good— so good!” Your hand flew from the table to tangle in his hair as a moan fell from your lips. He threw you in for a loop as he used the deadly combination of his tongue and fingers to bring you more pleasure than any of your toys were able to. 

You missed this, you missed him. 

“Fuck, just like that…” You moaned out and that fueled him to push further. Namjoon always knew how to have you screaming within minutes and this time wasn’t an exception. 

Namjoon marveled in the little curses, your breathy moans. Knowing he could make you feel so good to make those pretty sounds for him. 

He was to miss hearing you like this. 

It all came back to him, how this was going to end soon, how it had to end soon. There was nothing he could do about it. 

What if this was going to be the last time?

A particularly loud moan from you was enough to bring him back slightly and get back in the moment. You were right here with him, at least he could savor the moment while it was still here.

He took his frustration out on you, making sure every movement of his was purposeful, that this was going to be something you would remember. He wanted to make sure you would remember him. 

“Joonie– oh my g–” And just by the sound of your voice he could tell you were getting close. 

He paid close attention to your clit, drawing hurried figure eights around the bud with his tongue. With how long it had been since you saw each other it was enough to finally push you over the edge, and Namjoon watched your face intently as you came all over his tongue. 

Namjoon paid close attention to the way your face scrunched up at the pleasure, the way your thighs tightened around his head, and the way you whined his name like you were his, like he was the only one who could please you like this. Every detail about you made his cock ache and he wanted nothing more than to take you like you wanted.

As he watched you come down from the pleasure, the little smile that appeared on your face warmed his heart and also made it hurt even more than before he walked in the door. Those same words that scared him last time were on the tip of his tongue once again. 

In a haste to make the pain go away he rose to feet and kissed you hard, hardly giving you any time to breathe. He had to make this go away, there wasn’t anything he could do. 

You giggled at his hastiness. “Does eating me out really get you going that much?” You asked in between kisses. Namjoon didn’t even answer before he was hoisting you up, making you squeal, and speedily making his way to your bedroom.

He was quick to set you on the bed. You looked up at him excitedly nervous for where this was going. 

Namjoon tugged off his shirt a little less than gracefully, and cursed quietly to himself as he tried to get his pants untied. You ogled him happily, with all the working out he had been doing lately it certainly paid off. He looked absolutely amazing.

But what caught your attention the most was the look on his face, and the more you noticed the more your smile started to drop. After knowing Namjoon so long you knew that the way he was clenching his jaw meant he had something on his mind and it was bothering him.  

“Joon, you ok?” You asked hesitantly. At that moment he had finally won the battle with his sweats and started tugging them down his legs.

“I’m fine. Take off the hoodie, want your ass up for me.” He said as he went over to the nightstand to grab a condom out the top drawer. 

You were still concerned but you did as he said, slipping the baggy hoodie off your form and laid so your ass was in the air. You had every intention of asking about it, but you had a feeling now wasn’t the best time. Maybe this might take his mind off of what was bothering him? 

If only you knew the whole reason for his frustration had to do with you. 

As much as he wanted to just forget about it and be in the moment with you, he wanted so many more opportunities to be like this with you. The fact that this should really be the last time he gets to be with you, but how much he knew he didn’t want that, it just made this whole experience harder than it should be.  

It really would be so easy to tell you how he felt, how much he wanted more out of the relationship you’ve built over the years but that would just make things complicated. It would be even harder to say goodbye. 

Namjoon quickly opened up the package and slipped on the condom and got on the bed to position himself behind you. 

He was scared to look at you, what if those words he wanted to say would come out if he looked into your eyes?

Namjoon let his hand come down on your ass cheek, a smacking sound reverberating through the room, and a moan instinctively falling from your lips. 

He guided his length so it was right nestling you right where you wanted him. You whined and tried to push your hips back but he stopped you. 

“You’re so pretty like this…” He sighed, the view honestly immaculate. He started to rub himself between your soaking folds making you want to scream.

“Joon oh my gosh– what has gotten into you?” You cried into the pillow. He normally wasn’t one to tease. Anytime you both would normally meet was under hurried circumstances. Busy schedules, life, anytime you were together just felt like waiting for some sort of timer to go off. It might be a call from a manager, a call from a boss, a notification reminding Joon he had a schedule to get to. There were very few moments you both would get to just relax and be with each other. 

The reminder made Namjoon even more upset. There really wasn’t going to be any way he could make this work with you?

“Say it…” His voice was static, trying to sound as emotionless about the situation as he possibly could. 

“Joon?!” You cried again. 

“What do you want?” He asked again.

“Fuck me please…” 

Namjoon could hardly contain himself at your words, he hastily pushed himself in. A moan slipped from his lips at the familiar tightness around his cock. You were so amazing.

He sat there for a second just allowing you to get adjusted, but when you started moving your hips he knew you were ready for him. He was slow, but made sure he was deep with his thrusts so you knew how much he truly cared for you. 

You felt so good around him, warm, tight, like home.  

Each stroke just made him more angry, he set a punishing pace enjoying the way you little whines distracted him. Everything about you enchanted him.

He slapped your ass again, enjoying the way it jiggled. 

He had to make this quick, the longer he was here the harder it would be to go. This had to be the last time, he couldn’t do this anymore, this had to be the last time.  

“Fuck– Joon– yes!” You moaned.

The last time. It had to be.

“Shit…” He groaned feeling the way your walls tightened around him. You were getting close too.

With his orgasm approaching sooner and sooner the more he couldn’t just ignore the way his heart longed for more. 

In a haste he stopped and pulled out. 

You turned around confused but before you could really question it you were on your back and staring right into his eyes as he pushed himself back inside. 

The position was intimate and the last thing he should be doing, but he wanted to see you. See the way you look at him, see the way he makes you feel. Would you even want more out of this relationship if he asked you?

To make things worse you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist to pull him closer. As that feeling grew stronger he couldn’t but lean in and kiss you. It was passionate, a passion he desperately wishes you were aware about. He could have burst into tears right in that moment. 

Seeing you like this underneath him, he couldn’t deny it. He wanted more, he wanted to call you his. Why, why, why did the job he loved have to get in the way?!

He broke away from you lips and buried his head in your neck, sensing he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Namjoon started kissing your neck right where he knew got to you the most, savorying the way you groaned in his ear. Everything about you felt like muscle memory. How was he going to give this up?

“I’m going to miss you.” He softly said, not expecting you to hear.

Your whimpers were enough to finally push him over the edge, his hips sped up before a soft moan fell from his lips as he stilled inside you and filled up the condom. 

He hardly gave himself time to breathe before he was snaking his hand in between your bodies and making quick work on your clit. You instantly moaned and it didn’t take very long for this to push you over the edge once again. 

As you both started to calm down, Namjoon hesitantly pulled out of you and went to throw away the condom, when he came back he was a bit shocked to see you staring at him. It automatically prompted him to realize he had a decision to make.

Was he saying here with you tonight?

His mind knew that was a horrible idea, but that didn’t stop him from putting his boxers back on and climbing in bed next to you. At least he could spend one more night with you.  

That was one of the rules you had set up oh so many years ago, yet the amount of times he’s stayed over were too many to count at this point. 

Even as he got snuggled underneath the sheets you were still staring at him strangely. 

“What’s up?” He finally asked. 

“What’s up with you? You seem a little tense and what did you mean when you said you’ll miss me?” You questioned a bit worried by how off your evening together seemed. 

Namjoon froze realizing you noticed. In a second he weighed his options– does he finally confess what’s been bothering him all night, finally tell you that it would probably be best to end things now, or wait a little while longer to enjoy one more night with you. 

One look at you, post sex bliss making you even prettier.

He quickly picked the latter. 

“Work’s just been tough. We have a schedule soon where we’re heading to LA in a few weeks– being with you like this made me realize how much I’m going to miss you.” He smiled, pulling you into his arms. 

He saw the little smile on your face at his words, melting his heart. 

It was true, he was going to be leaving soon and he really was going to miss you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be here when you get back.” You said as you snuggled in closer to him.

“I know but still… I’ll miss you.” Namjoon couldn’t hide the emotion in his voice. You were able to pick up on it and looked up at him.

“You’re sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

He tried to smile and nodded. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” 

This time you didn’t push any further and picked up your remote that was sitting on the nightstand. “Did you wanna pick up on the show we left off on?”

Namjoon nodded and watched as you opened up netflix and started up the fifth episode of My Name. You were easily sucked into it, but he couldn’t focus. 

In an effort to try and distract himself he got up and told you he was going to shower. He hopped that might help, but one glance in your bathroom made everything worse. 

He was everywhere. 

Namjoon over the years had steadily started buying more stuff for whenever he would stay at your place. Right there on the cup that sat on the sink was his toothbrush sitting right next to yours.

Even when he made it inside the shower, right next to all your shampoos and body washes were all of his, the same ones he had back in the dorm.

The whole time in the shower he was telling himself one thing; this had gone way too far. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, feelings were complicated and of course after spending so much time with each other feelings other than physical attraction would develop. 

It already hurt now thinking about saying goodbye, what about a year from now? This can’t keep going on. 

It’s what he tried to tell himself but once he came out the bathroom and saw you lying on the bed asleep, he knew it wasn’t going to be that easy. 

He slipped himself underneath the covers and cuddled up next to you, his heart nearly tearing into two when you almost instinctively snuggled further into him. 

It was things like this that was going to make this hard. How was he going to be able to say goodbye when he loved you so much?

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[moccahobi]

Let You Fly [Namjoon x Jimin]

Summery: Namjoon and Jimin have been together for only 7 months and it’s been near perfect. The two fit together wonderfully. All changes when Namjoon’s dream job offer slides itself into his inbox. He’d been eyeing the position in Japan for years… It wouldn’t be fair to Jimin to pack up his bags and join Namjoon, but it wouldn’t be fair to Namjoon to try to force him to stay. Instead, Jimin must let him fly.

Pairings: Namjoon (BTS) x Jimin (BTS)

Rating: E for everyone

Warnings: None

Word Count:  3.5k words

Genre: Angst, A touch of fluff

A/N: A big thank you to @bluewhale52 for betaing! Your feedback was soooo helpful!!!!!!!

A/N2: This fic is part of @bangtanwritingbingo​’s summer bingo! The prompt for this is “Jimin x Namjoon”!

Song inspiration: Let You Fly by Sunshine State

The sweet fragrance of the flower shop filled Jimin's nostrils as he worked away on a bouquet order. Jimin hummed along to the soft music that played in the background, his mind zeroed in on putting the flowers together in just the right way. Behind him, Namjoon sat at a small table, typing away on his computer. He was supposed to be on a small break, but like the work loving man he was, he was actually clearing out his inbox. Every once in a while, he'd sigh deeply and run his hands through his hair tiredly when he found an email that he actually had to respond to with thought. 

Jimin looked over at him, his heart melting as he watched Namjoon type away, hunched over the computer tiredly. This wasn't a traditional date but it was the perfect sort of date for them. Jimin had a few last minute orders to make and deliver and Namjoon always had work he could do so it worked out perfectly. Namjoon came right from work (well he had stopped by a cafe and gotten a few snacks and some coffee for them), set up the fold up table, put on some music, and got right away to work… after a kiss or ten. 

Just an hour more of work and then they'd be on the road. Jimin took a deep breath and continued working on his bouquet. Evenings like these were highlights of his week. Small moments like these meant the world to him. He quickly put the finishing touches on this bouquet and started to move around a tad. Quietly, he cleaned up his station before grabbing a glass of water.

"Don't forget to drink some water, sunshine." Jimin said as he set down the water next to Namjoon's computer and softly rubbing his back. 

"Thank you," Namjoon sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking at Jimin with a tired smile on his face, his dimples barely peeking out as he smiled, "How are the bouquets going?"

"I am nearing the end! I think we'll be able to deliver them in an hour or so."

"What a perfect stopping point for me!"

"Oh? Nearing the end of your emails?"

Namjoon snorted, "No but I'll give up then."

"After a valiant effort, I'm sure." Jimin said with a laugh, winking quickly as he joked. 

"Absolutely. Is my music ok? I would've done our collaborative playlist but I really needed calmer music today." 

"It's wonderful. I've been really enjoying it!"

"I'm glad."

Jimin nodded, leaning down and pecking Namjoon before going back to his work table, a warm buzz filling him as he continued to work. Being with Namjoon constantly left Jimin feeling a soft buzz throughout his body, it seeped into him like how warm drinks heat you up from the hands and stomach. Sometimes it was like a mulled wine that made him feel hot and heady, other times it was like coffee that made him energized and ready for the day ahead, and on nights like tonight, it was like a calming jasmine tea that relaxed and calmed him. In the time that they'd been together, Namjoon had never ceased to amaze Jimin.  

After finishing his final bouquet and cleaning his work space, Jimin leaned on the table and looked over at Namjoon. Flowers surrounded Namjoon like a halo of sunlight, hugging tightly to him. He seemed at home with the many floral arrangements as they egged on his challenging work. It made Jimin's heart flutter. They may have only started dating a few months ago, but Namjoon seemed to fit into Jimin's life so perfectly. He should make a bouquet for Seokjin who set them up and maybe a thank you letter to the head of his department who hasn't fielded Namjoon any job offers from out of SNU's Seoul campus.

had to kiss a lot of frogs before you came along

... Would it be too soon to say he loved Namjoon? 

Excitement buzzed through Jimin from where he sat nestled into Namjoon's side, looking out from his spot in the booth to watch his friends talk. Jimin was sipping on a beer laughing as Jungkook started a long story. His eyes were wide and he threw his arms around wildly as he spoke about how serious Hoseok was with shopping. 

"It was honestly scary!" Jungkook concluded. 

Hoseok laughed and shook his head, "Clothes are a serious topic."

"I would disagree."

"Well Jungkook-ah, you only dress in black so I don't know if you have much ground in this conversation." Jimin said with a laugh. 

"Woah! Where did that voice come from?" Jungkook asked, raising his head to intentionally look over Jimin with a mischievous grin.

Namjoon laughed, earning a small slap and eye roll from Jimin, "You're supposed to be on my side, hyung!"

"I'm always on your side, my little Kuroshimae."

Jimin giggled, hiding his face in Namjoon's side as their friends groaned. 

"I don't even know what that is, Namjoon-ah." Seokjin said with a sigh.

"Sea sheep!"

"I regret introducing you two."

Yoongi gently pushed against Seokjin, "That's a lie and we both know it."

Namjoon's phone lit up an urgent message notification showing, "Is it ok if I quickly check this message?"

"Sure! I'll get rounds for everyone while you do!" Hoseok said, jumping out of the booth.

"Let me join you!" Taehyung said, quickly scurrying behind Hoseok toward the bar. 

Whining as Namjoon grabbed his phone from the table, Jimin looked around the restaurant to give Namjoon space to read the email. 

A sharp intake from Namjoon made Jimin look back, "I got a job offer to work for the Oceanography Society of Japan."

It felt like a cold bucket of water washed over Jimin as he looked at Namjoon process the information. Did Namjoon even realize that he said that out loud? 

Jimin was frozen as he watched Namjoon finish reading the email. The rest of the restaurant faded away and all he could see was Namjoon and all he could think about was Namjoon got the job he'd been wanting. 

Namjoon would leave Jimin, fly to another country, and live there. He'd talked about the possible position when they'd started dating, Jimin knew it was an option, but after two months, they'd both figured that it wasn't going to happen. 

Six months later and they decide to accept him? 

"Are you ok, Jimin-ah?" Namjoon asked, his eyes wide as he gently touched Jimin's shoulder. 

Their friends were looking at them. They couldn't talk about this now, maybe tonight or tomorrow they will but not now. 

Taking a deep breath in, Jimin smiled, "I am. Congrats on the job offer, sunflower. I'm so proud of you."

Those words stung Jimin like thorns on roses and once again he was faced with the fact that Namjoon would be leaving him. 

pack your bags leave it all for a country far away the job that you'd been dreaming of was calling

Namjoon had tears in his eyes when he spoke, "Thank you. Let's talk about it later?"

Somehow the night progressed painfully slow. Neither Jimin or Namjoon spoke much and soon enough the two were saying good night in the parking lot. Their kisses were slow and sad, tears mixing together. 

"Let's talk about my job offer later this week? It's pretty late." 

"That sounds like a plan." Jimin said quietly, hugging Namjoon tightly. He took a deep breath and gathered up his courage, "And Namjoon hyung?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Jimin."

It wasn't the end, but it felt like they were nearing a goodbye. 

He was trying to ignore the upcoming conversation with Namjoon by taking extra care of his plants. It was time for most of them to be watered anyways so extra care and a little propitiating was a good thing to throw himself into. 

If tears weren't so salty then maybe he would've used his tears to water them instead of tap water. 

Taking care to measure out the amount of fertilizer to add to the water, he tried not to focus on Namjoon.

Namjoon. 

had to kiss a lot of frogs 'till you finally came along but now we don't have a lot of time to work with

He was such a wonderful boyfriend. In many ways, it felt like Namjoon had slotted into Jimin's perfectly. Jimin treasured their relationship so much and now? 

Would they be able to make it?

Fuck… he'd poured too much fertilizer into the water. 

As Jimin added more water to the pot, he felt his throat close up as more tears threatened to spill at the same speed as the tap water rushed out of the faucet. 

Plants. 

Jimin was trying to focus on plants. Taking a shaky breath, he lifted the pot and started to slowly walk around and check the plants. It was becoming easier until he came to Rex, his Begonia Rex, who was sitting proudly in a beautiful ceramic pot that looked like a stack of books. Rex was thriving, new growth sprouting all over and leaves a beautiful deep red. 

Namjoon had gifted Jimin Rex. 

Namjoon often helped Jimin take care of his plants. 

How many plant dates would the two have? 

The last one they had was a month ago when Jimin finally decided to repot some of his plants. It was full of laughs and gentle touches. 

It was when Namjoon gave him Rex. 

Was that going to be their last plant date? 

Why did Jimin have to get so attached to Namjoon? 

They both knew this was a possibility… but… damn it. Jimin caught feelings. He was in deep. 

it hadn't been very long at least according to my closest friends. "Watch your heart. Take it slow. Have some fun." Is all they say but I'm still spending all the time I can with you

Jimin sighed, looking at Rex. 

Would this be all he'll have of Namjoon soon? 

Could he handle a long distance relationship? Could Namjoon? 

A choked sob left Jimin and was absorbed in his plant filled living room. It was all so so much. 

This was so so much. 

The picnic blanket was full of some of Jimin’s favorite food: kimbap, mandoo, and gaeran mari. All made with care by Namjoon who, through their couples classes, had been getting so much better with cooking. Jimin didn’t know if he could stomach any of them. Just looking at the beautiful display, made Jimin’s heart hurt with how much care Namjoon had clearly put into the piece. It seemed Namjoon was feeling similar. He'd eaten one Kimbap piece slowly but hadn't touched anything since, the display still looking pretty and organized despite them having laid out the food almost twenty minutes ago. 

They were looking out at the other people in the park. It was a bright and sunny day, and it seemed that many people had flocked to the park for some sun and warmth. Someone was playing frisbee with their dog, the two excitedly running around. At one point, the two were rolling around in the grass, the person’s laugh loud and happy. A gaggle of children were playing tag, giggling and shouting plans to each other.  People were biking around. 

Just last month they’d planned to do a bike trip together… 

Today would have been a perfect day for that. 

Everything seemed to be happy around Jimin and Namjoon and it made Jimin feel worse, like they were a stain of sorrow on a bright and happy place. They were like a metaphorical blackcloud in the park.

wish the sun could make you stay

Namjoon sighed, "I think I'm going to take the job offer, Jimin-ah."

Jimin's mouth felt dry at Namjoon's statement. It was exactly what Jimin was expecting but it still felt like an icy cold hand was gripping his heart, wringing it of all its warmth. His eyes stung with budding tears as he looked around, willing himself not to cry as he watched the dog run after the frisbee, running excitedly. 

"I want you to. At least, if I was the only reason for you to stay here… I wouldn’t want that. If you had… if you had other reasons to stay then that's a different story." Words caught in Jimin's throat like thick mucus and his slow mind wasn't helping with trying to speak. He reached out and grabbed Namjoon's hand, rubbing it gently and trying to memorize it (who knew how many times he’d see Namjoon’s hands again). 

He didn't have the energy or heart to look at Namjoon's face, though.

"I want… Do you want to try long distance? I… I care for you so much, I don't want this to be the end of our relationship. Of us." Namjoon’s voice cracked as he spoke.

"I want to." Jimin felt tears pooling in his eyes as he started to speak, "I'm worried about us though. I don't want this to be a goodbye."

Namjoon gently squeezed Jimin's hand, "I don't either… It does feel like a goodbye though," He sighed, "I also don’t want us to have a bitter goodbye down the line… I want to make us work."

it's so hard to say goodbye and when I do, I want to cry

Jimin looked up, his eyes momentarily focusing on the bright sun and lazily moving clouds behind Namjoon before they focused on him. Namjoon's eyes were red, his cheeks glistening with tears. Shakily, Jimin let go of Namjoon's hand and cupped his face, wiping away some of the tears with his hand. 

Jimin cooed and pecked each Namjoon's salty cheeks, "We'll make this work, hyung. I promise." He captured Namjoon's lips in a gentle kiss. 

It warmed Jimin gently, his body alight in a calm hug of heat. Namjoon pulled Jimin closer, humming quietly into the kiss. 

"I love you, my Kuroshimae." Namjoon said when they pulled apart, their faces still a short distance apart. Jimin giggled and scrunched up his nose as Namjoon's breath, laced with egg and spam, fanned across his face. 

"I love you too, but your breath is stinky."

Namjoon leaned back at that, laughing loudly, "I'm sorry. Now, how do we want to make this work? I'd feel better if we had a bit of a plan before I left."

Jimin hummed, nuzzling into Namjoon as he started to speak, "When will you be leaving."

"They want me there to start asap, so in two or so weeks." Namjoon said, his voice cracking as he spoke. 

Jimin nodded and sighed, looking out at the park and all the happy park goers as more tears budded in his eyes. This would be a long and hard conversation. 

His favorite show, W, was playing in the background as Jimin meticulously punched holes in the envelopes, a nice stack of twenty already growing on his desk. All around him was mess from a three day frenzied project to make a gift for Namjoon's apartment in Japan. Well it wasn't really a gift for his apartment as much as it was a gift for Namjoon. 

A large floral binder that'll hold 210 envelopes with letters and affirmations. He'd seen gifts like these for parents and friends and had taken to doing it for Namjoon as. Hopefully it'll help comfort Namjoon when he is missing Jimin. 

Jimin was rushing to finish putting the gift together. He'd spent so much time on the actual letters that organizing them and putting them nearly into all the envelopes had fallen to the wayside, and now he only had two days to slip it into one of Namjoon's suitcases before the flight. Hopefully he'll be able to put it in an already packed one so that Namjoon won't notice that there was a giant lump in his suitcase that he hadn't packed.

Namjoon was leaving painfully soon and it hurt. They'd been spending much time together as if that'd make up for the months they'll be apart for. In Jimin's heart, he knew that no matter how much time they spent together, the distance wouldn't be easy. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. Namjoon was a source of warmth and comfort in every way. His hugs were like a second home, his dimpled smile a candy that he constantly craved, his voice a soothing song that calmed all of Jimin's nerves. 

Would Jimin break because of the distance? 

Would they survive? 

Jimin felt cold at the idea of them not lasting the distance. He wanted them to last. 

He sighed, looking at the envelopes he still had to hole punch and put letters in. The stack was big… if only Namjoon didn't take the job. 

If only Jimin begged for him to stay… maybe they wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe they'd be cuddling up together, thinking about renting an apartment together once their current leases were up. 

But Jimin couldn't do that. He wouldn't. This was a dream job for Namjoon and trying to keep him here would only breed resentment between them. 

it's so hard to say goodbye and when I do I want to cry but I've got to let you fly

The car was quiet, neither Namjoon or Jimin having energy to make conversation or the will to put on music. It was a stark contrast to the goodbye party their friends hosted just before this and despite the silence being somewhat painful, Jimin was thankful. The excitement and noise from the party was a lot and he needed a reprieve before saying bye to Namjoon. 

If Namjoon had found the binder of letters Jimin made, he didn't make any comment. Similarly, Jimin found a large wrapped gift hidden under his bed that Namjoon had most definitely snuck in and he chose not to comment. 

He'd open it when he got home from their airport. It would be a kind comfort, a ghost of a hug that Jimin already knew he'd want. 

"Oh-- My Kuroshimae, I think you missed the turn," Namjoon looked at the map on his phone, "Yep."

"I-- We're having an adventure. One more adventure for the time being."

Namjoon laughed and nodded, "Alright then, the directions are saying that the next turn will be two blocks away then."

"If you didn't have to be three hours early, I'd suggest we take a few more wrong terms." Jimin said with a giggle. 

Namjoon shook his head with a smile, "I'd totally egg you on. Next time though!"

Butterflies erupted in Jimin's stomach at the thought. They've had many a long drive because one of them took the wrong term and they chose to go with it, turning up their road trip playlist and singing excitedly as they drove along. 

Oh, how much fit into the six months they've been together. 

we walk and we laugh like we'll always be together as we take one step closer to the edge but we still pretend

Despite the wrong turn, the two made it to the airport in good time, quickly parking and unloading Namjoon's things into a cart. The airport towered over them powerfully as they walked towards the entrance. The two anxiously got in line for plane tickets and baggage drop off, their hands tightly clasped together despite the sweat and condensation that was amounting. 

All too soon, Namjoon got his bags checked and his tickets. Jimin's gut twisted as a wave of nausea washed over him. 

"I hope you have a safe flight."

"I will. I'll threaten the pilot just to be sure. I'll tell them that my Kuroshimae wants me to have a safe flight." Namjoon said with a small laugh.

"I'm sure that'll work." Jimin sighed and kissed Namjoon softly, hoping to keep the memory of Namjoon's kiss in his mind for as long as possible, "You'll rock this job. I just know it."

"Thank you. I love you, Jimin-ah."

"I love you too, Namjoon hyung." 

Jimin watched as Namjoon disappeared in the airport, tears quietly flowing and his heart aching. It was cold when he made it back to his car and left the airport. Even his apartment felt cold, no matter how many sweaters or blankets he was wrapped in. 

Jimin's apartment was empty when he entered, tired after a long day of deliveries. In his hands was a fat stack of mail that he was excitedly flipping through, mindlessly taking his shoes off and putting on slippers as he walked further into his apartment. 

Spam. Bills. Coupons. 

It was all mundane letters and most of which he could do without. 

He sighed when he didn't find a letter from Namjoon, the bit of excitement he had stored away vanished with the lack of a letter. It must've been delayed in the shipping for one reason or another. 

Hopefully it'll come tomorrow. 

Dejectedly, he put the letters down on his kitchen table and went to his bedroom, falling face up on his bed and spreading out like a starfish. He reached over for the only stuffed animal he had in his bedroom and hugged it tightly. 

It was a jumbo Costasiella kuroshimae holding a sunflower.

"I miss you." Jimin said into the stuffed animal.

it's so hard to say goodbye and when I do I want to cry but I've got to let you fly

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[lifessoshortandsoami]

Outfit & Hairstyle 1

Outfit & Hairstyle 2

Identification: RM, Jin, SUGA, jhope, Jimin, V, Jungkook, Luna

(Intro: V, Jungkook)

For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad

For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt

I wish love was perfect as love itself

I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden

I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true

(Refrain: Jimin, Jin)

I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love

I'm so sorry but it's fake love, fake love, fake love

(Verse 1: RM, Luna, j-hope)

I wanna be a good man (just for you)

I gave the world (just for you)

I changed everything (just for you)

Now I don't know me, (who are you?)

The forest just for us, you weren’t there

The route I took, I forgot

I even became quite unsure of who I was

Try babbling into the mirror, who the hell are you?

(Pre-Chorus: Luna, Jin)

For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad

For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt

I wish love was perfect as love itself

I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden

I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can’t come true

(Chorus: Jung Kook, V)

Love you so bad, love you so bad

Mold a pretty lie for you

Love it's so mad, love it's so mad

Trying to erase myself and make me your doll

Love you so bad, love you so bad

Mold a pretty lie for you

Love it's so mad, love it's so mad

Trying to erase myself and make me your doll

(Refrain: Jimin, Jin)

I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love

I'm so sorry but it's fake love, fake love, fake love

(Verse: RM, SUGA)

Why you sad? I don’t know. I don’t know

Smile, say 'I love you'

Look at me, even I gave up on myself

Even you can’t understand me

You say I’m unfamiliar, changed into the one you used to like

You say I’m not myself which you knew well

No? What do you mean no? I’m blind

Love? What the heck is love? It’s all fake love

(Bridge: Luna, Jin)

Woo, I dunno I dunno I dunno why

Woo, even I, even I don’t know myself

(Woo) I just know I just know I just know why

'Cause it's all fake love, fake love

(Chorus: Jung Kook, Jimin)

Love you so bad, love you so bad

Mold a pretty lie for you

Love you so mad, love you so mad

Trying to erase myself and make me your doll

Love you so bad, love you so bad

Mold a pretty lie for you

Love you so mad, love you so mad

Trying to erase myself and make me your doll

(Refrain: Luna, Jin)

I'm so sick of this fake love, fake love, fake love

I'm so sorry but it's fake love, fake love, fake love

(Outro: Jimin & V & Luna, Jungkook & Jin & Luna)

For you, I could pretend like I was happy when I was sad

For you, I could pretend like I was strong when I was hurt

I wish love was perfect as love itself

I wish all my weaknesses could be hidden

I grew a flower that can’t be bloomed in a dream that can't come true

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[stellar-starseed]

A Sharp Kiss 💋

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem!Reader, mentions of Yoongi x Jimin, Taehyung x Jungkook and Namjoon x Hoseok

Summary: A new job in a fancy hotel surrounded by drop dead gorgeous people. Sounds like perfection. Maybe this job was everything you needed, until death actually strikes.

Word Count: 2,395

Warning: Violence, Vampires (is that something to warn?), sexual content, language

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

A/N: cross posted on AO3

Tagged: @scuzmunkie

His Maker

“Not expecting me I see.” Jimin offers a sweet smile.

“I’m not really sure why you would be here. Don’t you have important killings to attend to?”

“Don’t be like that, Yoongissi.” Jimin’s tone was soft and sweet. “You’re almost blushing, did you miss me?” Jimin steps closer and closes the door behind him. Walking around the desk, Jimin leans down, slipping an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders.

“I missed you.” Jimin whispers in his ear. Yoongi shivers under the contact. It has been so long.

“What’d you come here for?” Yoongi managed to collect himself. “I haven’t seen you in years.”

“I missed you.” Jimin pulls away from Yoongi enough so he can see Jimin’s full lips in a pout. Yoongi closed his eyes and shook his head trying to rid himself of all of the thoughts running through his head. Now was not to the time to fall victim to Jimin’s charms.

“Yeah right.” Yoongi mutters as he rubs his palms over his face. For some reason it was so hard for him to keep it together around Jimin.

“Didn’t you miss me?” Jimin, now adorning a sweet smile, takes a seat across from Yoongi. Yoongi huffs in response causing Jimin to pout once again.

“Well,” Jimin shrugs, “it’s okay if you don’t want to admit it. I’m sure you did. I’m here because I’m done with Seokjin. I ran away months ago.” Jimin begins to play with papers sitting on the edge of Yoongi’s desk, flipping the corners as he chews on his lip.

“I didn’t know where else to go, Yoongi. I don’t expect you to trust me, and I know I didn’t exactly leave you on good terms, but I really did-do—I really do care about you.” He finally stops fidgeting and looks up at Yoongi with sad eyes. Eyes that could melt anyone.

“You’re right.” Yoongi sighs and Jimin perks up. “I don’t trust you.” Jimin’s face drops but he nods.

“I know I wouldn’t trust me if I was you either, but I do need a small favor.”

————

Hoseok sighs as loud as possible for the third time. You had just informed him that Namjoon would be making good use of his office once again. That meant Hoseok would see less of him. Hoseok was the front desk supervisor, but he never seemed to take his job seriously and you always wondered how he could still be employed.

“Y/n!” Hoseok whines.

“It was necessary.” Without looking in his direction, you shuffle through piles of mail and slip them into the proper cubbies.

“He had an office this whole time, but he never used it. Pointing it out only forced him to use it.” Hoseok folds his arms across his chest. “Maybe I should separate you and Yoongi.” He mumbles.

“What are you talking about?” You avoid eye contact at all costs. The phone rings and Hoseok rolls his eyes at you before he answers it and you go back to sorting the mail. You hear the phone click behind you and glance over your shoulder.

“Oh, y/n! We have an upset guest in 328. Somehow I forgot to tell the new ladies that Ms. Octavian likes a basket of mints as opposed to the single pillow mint.”

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow. Somehow this sounded like some made up punishment for taking away Hoseok’s eye candy.

“Really.” He nods. “She’s a regular.” He looks around at the scattered maids and lowers his voice.

“She’s a madam.” You perked up and you were now oddly intrigued enough to handle the guests call. You headed to grab a cute basket from the chef’s cabinets, offering a sheepish grin when he gave you a questioning look. You snagged a few mints for yourself once the basket was full and you headed to the elevators.

Once you reach room 328 you hear an almost excited outcry. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you lean in to hear more. Soon enough the door is opening and your standing at attention.

“Oh, here. We could use more ice.” A tall, near naked, very muscular man shoves an ice bucket in your chest. “And maybe a few candles!” He smiles as he looks over his shoulder. You hear that same excited call slip from the woman’s lips.

“Certainly. These are for Mad-Ms. Octavian.” You wrap your arm around the bucket and hold out the cute basket of mints with your best customer service smile.

“We don’t need those anymore.” He shakes his head, lifting his hand up.

“Speak for yourself!” The lady pushes him to the side and snags the basket from you. And just like that the door was closed in your face and you could hear his muffled voice and her exaggerated laughter.

You grumble to yourself as you head to fill the ice bucket. You hated dealing with people for the most part. They were always so rude. You shook your head from the negative thoughts and reminded yourself that you are getting paid rather well, and your boss is hot. You’re also really starting to like your colleagues.

You find candles and fill the ice bucket, heading back towards room 328. You swear you catch a glimpse of Namjoon and that man that came to see Yoongi, but you couldn’t be sure from the distance. You shake it off and knock on the door in front of you. This time Madam Octavian answered.

“Oh right on time!” She smiles bright and takes the items from your hand. She places a bill in your hand, gives you another smile and closes the door. Before the door is fully closed, you catch a glimpse of the muscular mans bare legs tied to the bed.

“Hmm, fun times.” You mumble to yourself as you glance at the fifty bucks she tipped you. Okay, maybe she wasn’t all bad. This job is definitely not bad. You do a small dance. After looking around you pull yourself together and head back down stairs.

“What’s wrong with you?” You ask Hoseok noticing the scowl on his face.

“Nothing.” He turns away and pounds on the keyboard in front of him. You hadn’t seen him in any state but exaggeratedly happy and flirtatious. This was new. Maybe you shouldn’t have pointed out Namjoon’s perfectly good office if this was going to be the result. Maybe you needed to do some matchmaking. Hoseok sighed loudly and tapped the printer as if it would work any faster with his attitude.

“Do you need help with something?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Only if you can convince Yoongi to let that bloodsucking maniac fend for himself.” His jaw is tight and his fist is clenched.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Oh you didn’t see him? He’s exaggeratedly beautiful, and extremely manipulative. He cannot be trusted.”

“The man I sent into his office earlier?”

“You let him in here?” Hoseok’s voice raises. He calms himself. “You couldn’t have known I guess.”

“Known what, Hoseok. Just spit it out!” You look around and there’s no one to be seen so you relax a little bit.

“That’s his ex—” Hoseok lowers his head and his voice, “his fucking maker.” He shakes his head and you gasp. “My best friend won’t let me protect him.”

“Did I fuck up?”

“No, y/n, you couldn’t have known like I said. Yoongi fucked up. For some reason Jimin has this power over him. I guess I was like that too.” Hoseok picks up the papers he just printed and staples them. “Can you take these to Namjoon?” He says solemnly.

“Don’t you want to?”

“Of course I do, but I’m too upset.” You nod and take the papers from his hand. It must be serious if Hoseok will forfeit an opportunity to flirt with his crush. You felt guilty for some reason. Maybe if you hadn’t escorted this man into Yoongi’s office Hoseok would’ve been back from his lunch in time to kick him out.

Sighing to yourself, you knock on Namjoon’s office door more out of an effort to be polite since it was half open. Namjoon perks up and tells you to come in.

“Oh.” he says when he notices you. Your face drops. Was he expecting a Hoseok?

“Why don’t you two just get a room already.” You drop the papers on his desk.

“That’s not professional.”

“Yeah, yeah. So, what’s the deal with that one guy?”

“You mean Jimin?” He asks, you nod. “I don’t know too much, but he’s staying here indefinitely. He’s in danger or something.” You nod again and head out of the office.

Yoongi is poking his head out of his office when you walk by. He waves you in and you get butterflies. He had been busy with that Jimin guy, and you didn’t want to disturb him, so you’d missed him for the better part of your shift. You take a seat in front of his desk and he sits back in his chair.

“So, we have a new semi permanent guest staying here. Mr. Park. I would like you to make sure he has everything he needs while he’s here. Go above and beyond for this guest.”

“Okay.” You say so softly you have to clear your throat and repeat it.

“Something wrong?”

“No.” You shake your head. “Hoseok—no. It’s nothing.”

“Hoseok has never liked Jimin.” Yoongi flashes a sad smile. “You’re off soon, you can go ahead and head home now if you’d like. I’ll pay you for the remainder of your day.”

You’re surprised and don’t actually want to take the early day, but it didn’t seem right telling Yoongi no. You gathered your things and said bye to Hoseok. Usually you were passing Jungkook on your way out, but he wasn’t due to come in for another couple of hours. You felt like you were being left out of something important.

Just when you were starting to feel settled at this job and making friends, Jimin saunters in and wraps Yoongi around his little finger. “His maker.” Hoseok’s words run through your mind. Was Yoongi in love with him?

You open the door to your apartment expecting to vent to your best friend about your weird day, but as soon as you enter you become very aware that he is gone. It hits you that he had a gallery opening out of town. You let your head fall back and let out a huge sigh.

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Yoongi winces at the sting of the fresh wounds that were inflicted on him. His weakened state makes it feel as though he can’t take in enough air. He wants to give in to it more and more, maybe he’ll be with his family. Maybe all of this will be over and he’ll get to go on to a peaceful place.

His family crossed his mind again and again. The hotel where he practically grew up running around with his brother flashed through his mind. His parents chuckling at them or scolding them depending on the day. Yoongi wanted to be with them.

“Yoongi?” He felt the whisper on his ear, he couldn’t quite make out the voice anymore. Was it his brother?

“Shit!” Yoongi felt arms around him and he was suddenly being moved. He didn’t have the strength to care anymore. What was he fighting for? He was ready to let the darkness take him.

Jimin tossed Yoongi over his shoulder and headed out through the the open window. He was good at sneaking around so Jin wouldn’t catch him. He had grown quite fond of Yoongi over the months. After sneaking out of the compound, Jimin ran as far as he could.

They passed several towns, and Jimin decided to put Yoongi down. They were in the middle of a thick forest and Jimin felt they were safe from prying eyes. He examined Yoongi, feeling his weak pulse.

“I can’t watch you die.” Jimin shook his head at himself. There was only one thing to do.

Yoongi could almost reach his brother. He held out his hand and suddenly he felt a pinch. He grabbed onto his neck. It was all too quick, but that didn’t mean the pain wasn’t agonizing. He thought the worst of it was over, but he was losing sight of his brother. Was this punishment for killing the man that killed him? Yoongi felt like he was choking, his chest was tight and he was almost certain his heart was giving out.

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Yoongi gasped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He blinked rapidly trying to orient himself. He noticed Namjoon’s slender fingers on his arm. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes.

“You okay?” Namjoon questioned leaning down to be at eye level with Yoongi.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, what’s up?”

“We have a situation.”

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“Morning, Jungkook!” Hoseok’s sing song voice and bright smile greeted Jungkook as he headed to clock in.

“Morning, Hobi.” Jungkook smiles and Hoseok chuckled at the husky voice he was greeted with.

“How’s y/n? She left early.”

“Oh, I don’t-” Jungkook was cut off by a frantic Namjoon.

“Shit!” Namjoon says, most certainly not under his breath. Hoseok and Jungkook are taken aback by his language. It wasn’t like Namjoon who was always professional.

“Who do we have to fire?” Hoseok tries to lighten the mood.

“I need you to call your cleaning crew.” Namjoon informs Hoseok. By the tone of voice, Hoseok knew that this was a situation. He nodded and quickly pulled out his personal phone.

“Cleaning crew?” Jungkook whispered. Namjoon nodded and headed back towards Yoongi’s office. Jungkook fidgeted around with paperwork and assisted a few clients before Hoseok finally got off of the phone.

“So,” Jungkook whispered, looking around, “someone has been killed?”

“That is essentially what my crew is for, yes.” Hoseok said it rather nonchalantly, but Jungkook was a bit shaken up. Matters such as this had been discussed, yet he didn’t really think a day like this would come. Jungkook pondered over who could’ve done such a thing and his mind wandered back to Yoongi.

“But he couldn’t..could he?” Jungkook mumbled.

“This wasn’t Yoongi.” Hoseok corrected, “Now I need you to go check on the third floor. We need to move them.”

“All of them?”

“Yes, quickly.”

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Thank you so much for your patience! This will be slow to be posted as I have had so much going on lately and it doesn’t look like it’s slowing down. But on a positive note I am moving out of state for a better job and hopefully much better opportunities in the future.

I hope you lovelies are doing amazing, staying healthy, and staying hydrated.

Most of all stay golden babes!♥️

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