#intersect x knj

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The Thrill | KNJ

The Thrill (An Intersect drabble)

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Pairing: KNJ x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: Established relationship; fluff; smut

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff; grand romantic gestures; cussing; clit play; breast play; dirty talk; unprotected penetrative sex in a committed and monogamous relationship; soft aftercare

Word count: 2,993 words

Summary: “Nooo...stop it.”

A/N: I guess this is the result of the amalgamation of all the boyfriend/thirsty content that Namjoon has been dropping lately. I really have no excuse when it comes to him. I say this as my BFE!Yoongi WIP pouts in the corner, mid-smut scene--you’re next, I promise!!! 🤪  Thank you, Sim @itdoesntmatterwhy​​ for reading this through and giving me some good notes!

A/N2: The Thrill is one of my favorite Miguel songs. It’s so much better live than the original recording.“We can be the riot in the air tonight/Start the kind of trouble you can taste.”  I debated cutting it off right before the smut but then...Joon’s Smoke Sprite verse happened so...you can blame that for the second half of this!

A/N3: You don’t need to read the series to get into this. I included some callbacks but they’re not necessarily crucial to be able to understand this drabble.

“Baby! Have you seen my–”

You giggle to yourself as this neverending saga of Namjoon asking, ‘have you seen this thing that I always use and yet I always forget where I keep it,’ continues.

“Check the first drawer on your left-hand side of the hallway cabinet,” you yell from the bathroom. You hear him let out an audible sigh of relief as he retrieves the item that he needs for your trip.

“Got it, thank you! Never leave me, please,” he calls out when he re-enters your bedroom.

You laugh while reaching for your face wash to begin your bedtime routine. You also had a flight to catch tomorrow.

From your bathroom, you hear Namjoon scuttling around–distant sounds of drawers opening, closet doors sliding on their track, then followed by the rustling sound of things being stuffed into his suitcase.

You press your face oil gently into your skin, the last step in your skincare regimen. Afterward, you double-check your cosmetics case on the counter to make sure that you had all of your travel essentials.

From your peripheral vision, you catch his reflection in the mirror. When you lift your head, you find him leaning against the doorframe, eyeing you intently.

He wore a dorky but affectionate smile on his face while his arms were crossed over his chest.

“Lose something again?” You ask in a teasing tone.

He shook his head slowly. “I found everything I needed.”

“Well, as we always say, if we forget something, we can always buy it out there.”

He nods vaguely, not really caring about anything else. He still stood there, sporting the same grin on his face.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs.

“And yet you’re just going to stand there gawking?”

“Nah, I’m just…thinking.”

Your eyebrows lift in curiosity. You lean your hip against the bathroom counter, somewhat mirroring his posture.

“About what?”

“How lucky I am to be with you.”

Your breath hitches and your cheeks flush. “That’s it?”

“And I’m also thinking how glad I am that Celina forced us to work on that contract bid together,” he chuckled.

You laughed in turn and thought back on how your relationship began. His unexpected nostalgia piqued your curiosity. 

He gently pushes off the doorframe and saunters toward you. He stopped short, lifted his hand to your cheek, and brushed it with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful, my love,” he whispered.

The sentiment made warmth bloom within your chest. Then, looking at your reflection in the mirror, you let out a soft chuckle. 

“What’s so funny about what I said?” He asks.

“I mean, look at me! I look all funny,” you replied. You still had your spa headband on and looked like a glazed donut since your face oil hadn’t quite set into your skin yet.

“You know I don’t care about that,” he waved you off. “And for the record, I am looking at you. I think you’re beautiful whether you’re all done up, dressed in your sexy power suit; or bare-faced in your flannel pajamas.” He planted a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Okay, what’s gotten into you?”

He shrugs, still grinning. “I’m just really looking forward to our vacation.”

But the way he smiled roused more suspicion in you. “Uh-huh, sure.” 

You’d booked this trip a while ago and you had to make sure that you and Namjoon had synchronized your calendars months in advance to have a quiet, uninterrupted week where you both could unwind and reconnect.

Namjoon also insisted on booking a couple of island excursions for you, which was a shock because he didn’t usually like having scheduled activities while on vacation. We go on vacation to get away from schedules, he often said.

He remained tight-lipped about what he has planned. The only hint he’s given you was that it would be totally unexpected and to pack comfortably. It was no help to you at all.

You finally take off your headband and stow it under your skincare drawer. “I’m pretty excited, too. I can’t wait to find out what you have planned for us.” 

He bit at his bottom lip to stifle a laugh. “Good. I’m glad you’re looking forward to it!” His arms snake around your waist, pulling you close to him. “Actually, while I stood back there watching you, I thought I’d give you a sneak peek of what I had planned before we leave. It’s nothing huge.” Then he squints one eye and gestures with his thumb and forefinger. “Just this small, tiny thing,” he grins mischievously.

While your mind races about this ‘surprise’, he breaks away from you and sinks his hand into his pocket. As you watch him get down on one knee, you swallow the grapefruit-sized lump in your throat. It takes you a few seconds to realize that he was holding up an open box in his hand. In it was the tell-tale ring that had been burning a hole into your brain since discovering its existence.

Your hands fly up to cover your mouth in shock at the sight of it. It was anything but small or tiny– judging by the solitaire’s cut.

“YN, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

You were completely dumbfounded. You’d thought about this moment; pictured it over and over in your head. What the scenario would be, what he would say to you, and how you would feel. You’d even planned potential outfits!

And now, it was actually happening. You’re standing in your bathroom, barefoot, dressed in a worn-out sleep shirt and your underwear.

You were so utterly overcome with emotion, the first words that come out of your mouth are, “Nooo…stop it…” You whined softly through your trembling fingers as the tears start pushing their way past your eyes. 

It was not exactly the reaction nor the response that he envisioned. Confused, he asks, “I’m sorry, what? D-did you just say…‘no’?”

He also looked like he was on the verge of tears, but for a completely different reason.

When your brain cells manage to click again, you laugh through your sniffling. You hastily kneel right in front of him. “Oh, no…baby…” His face crumples at the sound of ‘no.’ Realizing your mistake again, you continue to rectify the situation. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you explain.

Finally, you grab his face in your hands, bring it closer to yours, then plant a lingering kiss on him. You look him right in his eyes, and squeal, “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!” 

He cracks a hesitant smile and in the softest voice possible, he asks, “Really?”

“Yes, Namjoon! I love you!” You kiss him again and apologize. “I was just so…overwhelmed by the moment and ...how,” You took a second to glance down at your pants-less state, “…Uhhh… comfortable, I look.” You babbled and laughed through teary eyes.

“I really didn’t mean to say ‘no’ and scare you. I panicked and it just sort of slipped out,” You were still shaking, feeling as if your heart would burst from so much joy and love for him.

He breaks into a throaty laugh, his chest and shoulders vibrating, much to your relief.

“I seriously didn’t expect this, though,” you remarked in earnest.

“Are you kidding?” He deadpans, thinking back to when you saw the ring’s order confirmation email on his phone. “You mean to tell me that you weren’t expecting this? At all?” his tone is light and teasing.

Since finding out about the ring, you’d been secretly trying to search where he’s hidden it. Your little brother, Jungkook, had been discouraging you from doing so because it would ruin the magic of the moment. 

“I mean, I had hoped that it would happen during our trip,” you admit shyly.

“Hah! I gotcha there, didn’t I?” He says smugly. In reality, Namjoon had asked Jungkook to keep the ring hidden at his place after the day you found out to throw you off the scent. It worked out perfectly.

You rolled your eyes, but not in annoyance. He was being playful and you had to hand it to him; he pulled off this surprise successfully. 

While still on the floor, he carefully pulls the piece of jewelry out of the box. He takes your left hand and slides the ring up your finger. It was a perfect fit! He brought your hand up to his lips to kiss it, making you feel butterflies in response.

The fluttering compels you to kiss him again, celebrating this moment. Unable to stop smiling, your cheeks feel delightfully sore through the rest of the night.

******

When you crawl into bed together later that night, he makes a confession. “You know, I wasn’t actually planning on proposing tonight,” he laughed. “I had a whole thing planned when we got to the hotel. Jungkookie helped me coordinate. Dinner by the beach, flowers, and a ukulele player. He even called one of his buddies to do this wild drone shot…”

You listen as he continues to talk about his original proposal plan. You laugh and shake your head at the extra effort that Jungkook convinced his Namjoonie-hyung to make so you can be completely blown away.

You smile in appreciation as your brother has always been supportive of your relationship from day one. It was only right that you’d still make an effort to act surprised when the dinner happened–if only to hear Jungkook’s elation at the news.

“What’s changed your mind? You don’t usually blow your load early,” you teased. He glared while you cackled then he pinches the ticklish spot on your hip bone, making you yelp and recoil your body.

He’s laughing as you try to defend yourself from another ticklish assault from him.

“I don’t know…” He shrugged. “It’s just that, I saw you standing in the bathroom. While watching you, all of these memories came flooding back. Specifically, the moment I first saw you.”

“On that web conference?” You laughed at his recollection.

He nods wistfully. “I was in denial at first but I unconsciously knew that you had me right then. So I thought–fuck it! I didn’t care about where we were or what we were doing. I just knew that I wanted to be with you…forever.”

You beamed through your happy tears and pepper him with kisses.

*******

You wake the next morning like you’ve woken just about every morning since you’ve been with Namjoon–with him pressed into your back, his lips kissing down your spine slowly and lazily. It’s blissful, mind-numbing. And, as always, your melt under the warmth of his mouth rousing you from your dreams. 

The friction of your skin rubbing together takes you from warm to blazing in a snap. The feel of his morning arousal brushing your thighs awakens your senses.

You reach back, pushing your fingers through his morning mess of a hair, sighing your contentment.

“Morning,” he murmurs, peppering soft kisses on your shoulder while rolling his hips into your ass at the same time. His hands creep up from behind you to palm your breasts from underneath your shirt. You gasp softly when he gently pinches a hardened nipple.

“You ready for me, baby?”

Your body responds to his call instinctively. Your need for him is incessant. “Always.”

You reach back between you two and pull on your underwear’s waistband halfway down. Namjoon tugs on it the rest of the way through, lifting your knees up to completely rid yourself of them.

You wriggle toward him to find that he’d already stripped off his shorts. He palms your center, sucking and kissing your neck while his fingertips tease your clit.

You part your legs for him, not just wanting to give him better access but your ache for him has grown into a steady hunger.

You grind your hips into his touch, making him laugh huskily into your ear. “A little impatient, are we?”

“You started this and now you want to pump the brakes?” You sassed.

“There’s my firecracker,” he smirks before his teeth graze the shell of your ear. “Go ahead then. Put me in.”

As much as you loved when Namjoon took command during sex, it thrilled you even more when he relinquished control to you.

You reach between you two and wrap your fingers around his cock. He groans when your hand slides down his length slowly…teasing him until he groans impatiently, making him nip at your flesh. “Okay, you’ve made your point!” His annoyed protest makes you giggle mischievously.

You line him up to your center, brushing the tip against your wet folds, making him curse under his breath.

In one slow, calculated movement, he’s inside you. You grip his hair, crying out in unison once you take him to the hilt.

In an instant, you’re both floating on cloud nine, mere moments after waking. And you know that’s Namjoon’s intention each time— to start your day being reminded of how much he wanted and desired you…how much he loved you.

One look, one word from this man and he has you all worked up in a frenzy. You listen to him whisper sweet nothings in your ear, how good you make him feel, how he wishes he could spend hours and days just like this. You take comfort in the deep baritone of his just-woke-up voice. It was right on par with his bedtime voice, when he says that he wants to fuck you senseless, leaving you completely sated before you drift off for the night—thighs still trembling.

You lean into his touch, tilting your neck backward to offer your mouth to him. He takes it, tongue dipping right in, cupping your jaw whilst he savored you. 

Your bodies move in perfect synchronicity like they were made specifically with each other in mind…because they were. You’d never question the sense in that especially when you’re so close and intimate like this. 

“You still with me?” he whispers.

“Yes,” you manage to respond.

He pulls out of you and you let out a whine of protest. “On your stomach,” he says gruffly. 

Lost in a fucked-out daze, you obey.

He slides over you while you were stretched out on your stomach. His hand pushed between your hip and the mattress, reaching between your legs to cup you in his hand. You were so wet and slick for him. You let out a muffled moan when palmed your clit.

“I want you this way,” He says, brushing his lips across your cheek.

He reaches for his pillow with this free hand and then shoves it underneath you while lifting your hips to the angle that he wanted, preferably one that would let him sink in deeper.

“Joon…” The manner in which you said his name was a plea. He’d left you empty for too long and you were anxious for him to fill you again.

He acknowledges the need in your voice. “I know, baby.” He shifts, urging your legs apart. Then, he gently presses on the small of your back, urging you to bend lower, angling your ass up higher for him.

With his hands on your hips, he slid back into you. You fisted at the sheets on either side of you, relishing the stretch to your center.

“Fuck, yesss,” you dragged out.

He picked up the rhythm, feeling the air seize from your lungs whenever his hips slam against your ass. You pressed your face hard into your pillow, gasping and moaning incoherently while he continues to pound into you mercilessly.

His teeth gritted, barely restraining the growls that surged from his throat. His chest heaved against your back, his ragged breaths ruffling the hairs on the back of your neck.

His hips churned, fucking into you; pushing in further. He could feel your walls around his length. They clench in ripples that make his cock twitch in excitement.

The pressure building up within him was persistent but he was capable of keeping it under control. He wanted to give you all the pleasure he could offer. Your moans of satisfaction are more than enough to set off his own release.

You whimper, helplessly writhing under him while he punishes you with each stroke. Reaching between your legs, you rubbed circles on your pulsing clit, making your cunt tremble then tighten around his cock in a vice-like grip.

Finally, you tip over the edge. Cumming with a loud, lingering moan.

Aroused by your orgasm, he shut his eyes and dropped his forehead to your cheek. He inhaled your scent and let go, coming just as hard, his ass flexing as he filled you.

A few beats later, Namjoon gingerly turns you over on your back, pulling the pillow from underneath you and tossing it to the side. Exhausted, he collapses on you but is careful not to squish you. Although, if you were going to be honest, you loved the feeling of his full weight on top of you.

He was crowding you now, where he will remain for the next few minutes while he snoozes on you, nuzzling and kissing your misted neck. You hold onto him and savor the moment you cherish each morning before you have to get up and head to the airport for your trip.

He rubbed his damp hair against your cheek. “Love you.”

Your head turned, your lips seeking his. Breathing into the kiss, you reply, “Love you, too.”

You sigh into his shoulder as you settle, pressing him tightly against your chest, getting him as close as you possibly can. In your own silent way, you’re telling him that you’re also happy to remain where you are.

Smiling softly, he lifts your left hand up to his lips to kiss the ring he had given you last night. Your heart squeezes, relishing in the promise of forever with him.

You’ll always think back fondly on that magical evening when you said, “No…stop it.”

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worth all your while (ch.3) | knj x reader

chapter summary: you realize you and namjoon don't really know each other, and you work on that - a first date + vmin appear

pairing: namjoon x f!reader

rating: explicit (18+ please)

genre: smut, fluff, light angst, au: famous, but not an idol

chapter warnings: smut, alcohol, maybe a swear. oral sex (f!receiving), mentions of bruising and biting (like hickeys), masturbation, a hint of come eating 😇

chapter word count: ~5.8k (total 18.2k)

a/n: i got unusually insecure about this chapter and this fic sometime in the last week. thanks to @ugh-yoongi for the plot advice and @the-boy-meets-evil for looking this over in it's very first rough (horrifying) draft. love you both.

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It’s dark, dark, dark when you wake up.

That’s the first thing you notice. Before you get your bearings, you think it might be the middle of the night still—you’ve only been back in Seoul for a couple days and your sleep schedule is completely fucked. 

The next thing you notice is that it’s warm in your bed. Or, you realize as you start to understand your surroundings, not your bed. 

“Hmm… ‘s early.” Namjoon flops over a half-turn with a groan and buries his face into the pillow, his nose in your hair. He slides his arm around your middle, warmer still. It’s the cutest and weakest protest you’ve heard in a long time. 

Something about this moment feels surreal. The blackout curtains in his bedroom don’t help the disorientation, but it’s also just a sensation that you’re noticing comes along with being with him. Everything in the inky morning seems undefined: the place where possibility and doubt intersect. It’s thrilling, in a way. 

And it’s stifling. 

You wiggle out carefully from under his arm and grab your phone for a light so you can shuffle your way to his bathroom to brush your teeth. 

Your phone and the light spilling into his living room tell you it is not, in fact, early. It’s past noon, you’re due to cover a new gallery opening at five, and you only have the clothes you wore to his apartment two days ago with you since you weren’t planning on spending the night. Or the previous night. 

You should go. 

You should go because you have things to do and you should go because… 

It’s hard to know where you stand with him, you think, as you pass his closet and debate stealing one of his shirts to cover yourself. 

He’d already given you one to wear around his apartment the day prior, so you don’t think he’d mind, but aside from the absolutely mind-blowing sex you’ve been having, you don’t really know one another. 

This whole thing is a daydream—there’s a part of you waiting to simply snap out of it and figure out it’s all in your head. It’s not helped by you two not really… talking about it. There’s probably some irony in you being a writer and him being a songwriter and neither of you willing to stop fucking long enough to have a proper conversation—two people who normally have so many words making a semi-conscious choice to not talk about the things that matter.

You snag the closest button down and toss it on. If it is just a fling, then you won’t care what he thinks in a few weeks anyway. If it’s not, well… If it’s not, maybe he won’t care that you’re making yourself comfortable in his space. 

As you brush, you see yourself in the mirror, small bruises and bite marks on your neck, your collarbone, your hips… It’s a lot to take in. He’d been insistent that you come over when you landed, whining when you told him you wanted to shower, change, and sleep after twenty hours of flying. You caved quickly, easily swayed when he reminded you of his wish to get you in his bed, of the things he wanted to do to you. Part of you had thought it was just lip-service, things he said during phone sex that he didn’t really mean, but a couple hours after you’d been buzzed up to his apartment, as he was coaxing your second orgasm out of you with just his tongue, you realized he meant it. 

“You look good,” he says, breaking you out of your thoughts. He’s leaning in the doorway, all raspy voice, fluffy hair, and big, broad chest. 

A daydream. It’s hard to resist the notion to pinch yourself to check.

You cover the side of your mouth and spit into his sink. “Morning,” you say. 

It must come out like an invitation, because he steps into the bathroom, and slots himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and letting his hands wander over your bare chest under his shirt. “Like you in my clothes,” he whispers, leaving kisses along the side of your neck under your ear.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t have any clean ones of my own, and I need to head out soon, so this one’s coming with me.” 

He finds your eyes in the mirror and frowns. “You can’t leave,” he pouts.

“I have work,” you say, dropping your head back against him. “Gallery opening.” 

“I’ll come with you.” 

You laugh—he sounds like a kid. Whiny and soft and sleepy. It’s adorable. “No, you won’t.” 

His chin rests on your shoulder and he nods slightly. “Okay, but please note my protest.” 

Still so cute. “Noted.”

“Want breakfast?” he says, “I already ordered, should be here soon.” 

It’s so fucking domestic, and nice, but… strange. You’re strangers. “Namjoon,” you say, turning around to face him in his arms. “What’re we doing?”

“Eating breakfast,” he shrugs. 

“You know what I mean,” you say, your voice softer. “We don’t really even know each other.” 

“Oh,” he breathes. He leans back a little, studying your face, and looks like he’s thinking about what you said, like it hadn’t occurred to him before. “Well, let’s fix that.”

You tilt your head and wait for him to offer the rest of his thought. 

“Let’s get to know each other… You know, outside of my bedroom, maybe.” Of course he has the audacity to look bashful, nervous even. You can’t believe he’s lived his whole life as this incredibly endearing person and was still somehow single when you met him. 

“Okay, you mean… like… dating,” you say cautiously. 

“Hmm…” he murmurs, pulling you in tighter so that your chests are pressed together and his lips are by your ear. “What’s more than dating? What’s the word for when I want to know everything about you?” 

And for what seems like the thousandth time since you ran into him at the airport, you realize you’re completely and utterly fucked.

You’re giddy through breakfast, and so is he, with your new arrangement slowly taking shape. On the floor in front of his sofa, you eat and make plans for the coming week. He’s got work, and so do you, but you agree on dinner at least once, and a bike ride combined with a concert over the weekend. It’s a lot of planning if you want to be out in public, you realize, but he promises he’ll make it work, that he’s done it plenty of times before and it’s not that big of a deal. Something in you churns at that—of course it’s not totally straightforward (you’re not naive) but it’s strange to hear him mention it so casually. It makes you understand that this is important, that work goes into it and he must see something in you to want to make the effort. It’s flattering and it’s a lot to process, and it just adds to the feeling that your life is the human equivalent of a Magritte: almost everything as you would expect with the addition of some glaringly obvious bit of magic. 

After you eat, you talk—he tells you about Yoongi and Hoseok, who he makes music with, and you give him stories about your roommates, Jimin and Taehyung. It feels a little silly, sitting in his giant, beautiful apartment and having to tell him you still basically live like a university student. But Seoul can be expensive, and you like your roommates, so you haven’t really seen a reason to change your situation. The three of you together can afford something much nicer than you would on your own, so there’s at least that. Fortunately, he doesn’t seem phased by it at all, telling you he thinks they sound fun, and like they’re good for you. They are. 

“When do you have to leave?” he asks. “Your roommates must be wondering where you are…” 

“I texted Tae yesterday and told him something came up, so I don’t think so. They’re kind of in their own little world, usually. But I should probably go soon so I can get ready for work.” 

Namjoon pulls your legs into his lap and grins. “Soon, but not right now. So… we have a little time?” 

You can’t help but smile back, pleased with the attention, with the way his hands feel on your calves, then traveling up your thighs. It’s only been a few times with him, but he’s smart—he pays attention, and he’s already learning all the things you like. It’s devastatingly hot. “A little,” you agree. 

He smirks, and before you know it, he’s on top of you on his sofa, his knees bracketing your thighs, and his lips on yours. You make a small squeak of surprise, and he smiles against your mouth. “This okay?” he whispers. 

“Mmhmm,” you murmur. It is okay, but if you’re honest, you’re still a little sore from the night before, and the day before, and the night before that. You’re not sure you’ve ever had so many orgasms in such a short amount of time, and he’s not exactly… small, and you haven’t exactly been careful with each other. The sex the last couple of days has been eager, more rough and a little dirty than romantic. No complaints, really, but it’s hard to believe he’s not tired yet—tired in general, of you, of this thing between you. “Just maybe… gentle?” you ask quietly. “You’ve kind of wrecked me already.” 

His smile grows at that, dimples out in full force when he leans down to whisper right in your ear, “Good. I can be gentle.” 

There are warm, open-mouthed kisses that trail down your neck, at your throat where he’s left marks, then moving lower as he spreads open the plackets of his shirt you’re wearing to leave your chest exposed. He looks up at you as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, tongue teasing and swirling while you start to squirm beneath him. 

And because your life is too good to be true lately, you seem to have the same thought at the same time when he says, “This angle isn’t going to work—” and you ask, “Can we go back to bed?” You both laugh, and he pushes himself up, then pulls you with him, turning you around and giving you a smack on the ass.

Down the short hallway, he can’t keep his hands off you, teasing and grabbing at you as you scramble into his room and then fall into his bed (again). 

You throw yourself right in the middle, laughing and waiting for him to join you, but he stands at the foot of the bed just looking at you. You can’t tell exactly what the look on his face is—lust, curiosity, pleasure, some combination of those things maybe.

“What?” you ask, knees folded together to maintain whatever remaining dignity you have, even though you haven’t had pants on in two days. 

Namjoon just shakes his head, like he was lost in some thought you dragged him out of, and crawls up the bed to kiss you. When he pulls back, he says, “You look like you belong here.” 

You think your heart stops. 

“I do?” you ask quietly. Maybe a stupid question, but he makes you feel a little stupid with all the silly, romantic things he says. 

He nods and slides down your body, leaving a trail behind with his lips before he finds your core. Briefly, he licks around your clit and then lifts his head. “And I think I belong here,” he says smugly. Then, as you laugh, he brings his tongue back to you. 

It should be no surprise that he is good at this, like he’s good at a lot of things, responsive to your smallest moans and keeping track of what works and what works slightly less well (he hasn’t, this whole time, done anything that doesn’t turn you on at least a little bit—you don’t even question how easy it seems between the two of you). 

This time, he has his hands on the insides of your knees, spreading you wide for him. Your hips move up as he fucks you on his tongue; you asked for him to be gentle, but you already want more. 

“Sorry,” you whisper when he moves to suck softly on your clit and you jerk your hips up particularly hard. 

He pauses and lifts up to look at you, his chin and lips wet. “Don’t be. I like it when you fuck my face,” he says matter-of-factly, like it isn’t the best news you’ve ever gotten. Then he’s back to work, tongue circling your clit, quick and short strokes interspersed with longer ones where he drags the flat of his tongue along your folds. 

When your hands tug him closer by the roots of his hair, he moans into your cunt, and the vibrations from it pull you even closer to yet another peak. 

His focus moves to soft but quick movements around your clit as you get closer, and he slides one long finger inside you. It’s practically perfect—you’re not sure you could take his cock again right now anyway after all you’ve done over the last couple of days. Not if you want to walk right later, anyway. But this is just enough, and he seems to like it too. When you sit up on your elbows so that you can see him, you notice that he’s palming himself over his joggers with his free hand, and still making little sounds of pleasure against you. 

And that, the idea that he likes this as much as you do, is enough to bring you all the way to another orgasm. You let out a small whine as you come, dropping your head back on his pillows and squeezing your thighs around his head. 

“Fuck,” you say, as intelligently as you can muster. 

“Was that okay, baby?” He sits up when you let your legs fall again, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. 

“So good. How are you so good at that?”

“I like to make you feel good,” he says simply. “Makes me feel good.” 

“I see that,” you say, laughing a little. Because you do—he’s obviously hard, you can see the outline of his cock through his joggers. “Want some help with that?” 

Namjoon comes up to kiss you again, and then says, suddenly shy, “Maybe I could… come on you?” He’s conspicuously eying the way his button down that you’re wearing is open, lying at your sides and covering absolutely nothing. And his kisses taste like you, and you don’t hate that he wants to mark you a little bit, and you really don’t hate that he seems nervous to ask for what he wants. It makes you want to give it to him. 

Leaning close to his ear, you whisper, “Wanna come on my tits, Joon?” 

He groans and shoves his joggers down in a rush, cock bouncing at the movement. “Fuck, yes. Please, baby?” He’s already stroking himself, fully hard with precome dripping from his head. 

“Yeah, you can. Want to watch you.” 

He’s on his knees between your legs, eyes extra dark and cheeks flushed as he moves his hand faster. You weren’t lying; you do want to watch him touch himself—you’d been thinking about it since you listened to him get off over the phone after your sister’s wedding. The real thing, being able to see it with your own eyes, is infinitely better. 

It’s not long before he’s rambling nonsense—he likes to talk. You like it, too, how all the words that spill out are just filthy praise. About how good you look in his clothes, on his bed, about how he loves the way you taste, how he thinks about you all the time since London, how he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of you. 

And at least you’re on the same page. You think about him all the time, too. 

As he gets closer, his abdomen flexes with his movements, and you see the veins in his forearm more pronounced with his effort. You’re touching yourself before you even realize you’re doing it, two fingers moving over your sensitive clit, but you don’t think you’re too overstimulated yet—you know you can come again. 

“Oh, shit.” His eyes widen a little when he sees what you’re doing. “That’s so hot.” It spurs him on, stroking faster and faster, and you can see practically imperceptible tremors running down the muscles of his thighs. 

“You look so good, Joon. Can’t wait to see you come,” you say, almost breathless as you both chase your pleasure. 

That encouragement seems to be all he needs, because within a few seconds, he’s twisting his wrist just below the head of his cock, his come spilling onto your chest and stomach as he falls forward, bracing himself over you with one hand. While his eyes are closed, you run a finger through it and pop it in your mouth, tasting him a little bitter and salty on your tongue. 

“What the—” he’s caught you, and he’s staring intently. 

“What?” you ask after you pull your finger out of your mouth. 

“You’re a fucking dream,” he says. “Thank you.” Then he’s pressing kisses all over your cheeks and forehead and chin as you giggle. 

“I’m a mess,” you counter, wiggling around under him, trying to escape more pecks. “Let’s shower.” 

And so you do. It’s quick and less sexy than you always picture things like that, but it’s nice to have him smooth soap into your skin reverently, thanking you too many times for staying with him the last couple of days. When you’re both clean, he finds you a shirt that fits a little better and doesn’t have his come on it, which is a welcome improvement. 

You gather your phone and a book you’d left on his coffee table the day before and then shove your dirty shirt and thong deep into your bag. It’s not like you’re exactly “going out” presentable in jeans you’ve already worn once, no underwear on, and your… “friend’s” shirt on, but you think you can at least get to your apartment without feeling too gross. Especially when Namjoon tells you he called you a car, so you don’t have to be crushed into a subway car with dirty underwear in your purse. 

Small favors. 

You get another flurry of kisses and appreciations at his door, and when you leave, laughing, it's with a literal pinky promise that you will call him after you get home from work. He’s unfailingly cute.

The whole way home, you feel like you’re floating. (Anytime now, you’ll wake up, you’re sure of it.) It’s heady and dizzying to be around him, to be with him. He makes you feel so good, so wanted. And even in the moments you’ve just been talking, he’s always listening to you intently, like everything you say is important—he’s not one of those people who just wait until it’s their turn to speak again. It gives you a little bit of hope that there’s something blooming between you—that combined with the idea that he’s willing to go a little out of his way to take you out in public. Maybe, just this once and just a tiny bit, you can let yourself feel excited about what’s to come, hopeful even. 

That thought makes you feel even lighter as you approach your apartment, but now you have to worry about what to tell your roommates about your disappearance. It’s a Friday afternoon, and you know Jimin won’t be home since he teaches classes, but you’re not sure about Taehyung. You are sure that if Tae is home, you won’t easily escape to your room with no questions asked; he’s about as interested in your personal life as someone can be, and you may have couched that fact slightly when you were explaining to Namjoon about your roommates. Because he definitely will want to know where you were, and he definitely will want more details than you’re willing to share.

Unfortunately for you, he is home, and it takes him less than ten seconds to clock the bruises on your neck and practically shove you down onto the sofa, begging you to tell him what you’ve been doing for two days. 

“It’s kind of obvious, don’t you think?” you tease. 

“Right, but who? I have to know,” he pleads. 

“No.” 

Tae sits back on the couch. “That’s a pseudonym, right?” 

“God, you’re an idiot,” you say. “His name isn’t ‘no.’ I mean, no, I’m not telling you anything about him. It’s too soon.” 

“Too soon to tell your best friend and most favorite roommate ever, but not too soon to let him suck your neck like you’re starring in a bad vampire movie?” 

He would have a point except… “Jimin’s my favorite,” you say. “And Seokjin’s my best friend.” 

Taehyung pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re a jerk.” 

“And you’re nosy. I’ll tell you more if it goes anywhere, though. I promise.” 

This seems to placate him a little. “Fine. We have to leave soon, anyway.” 

You didn’t even consider that Tae would be assigned the same event, but it makes sense. He’s one of a few staff photographers where you work, and you get paired up fairly often. Everyone knows he’s got an interest in art, more than any of the other photographers, so he tags along to shoot for your articles more frequently than anyone else. You met at work, formed your friendship over long nights in museums and galleries, gossiping about the new money patrons and the celebrities. You’ve probably gossiped about Namjoon, actually. You don’t remember anything specific, but you’d both been at enough events that he had been at… It’s certainly a possibility. One that’s a little weird to think about. 

The opening is quiet—there isn’t much fanfare. All the usual suspects are there since the gallery is new but the two artists they’re featuring are already popular locally. It makes it easy for you and Tae to get what you need and get out fairly quickly, allowing yourselves one glass of champagne each when your work is done. You think you could probably write articles like this in your sleep at this point. You’re not a critic, so no one generally cares what your opinion on the art is, but you have a few this time. You’ll keep them out of the article; but you have a fleeting thought that you wish Namjoon was there so you could talk about it with him. 

It’s silly though, you’re just fucking. Maybe. It hadn’t even been an hour after you talked about getting to know him better that you were back in his bed, so maybe he’ll never be the person you chat about art with. Too early to tell, you decide.

You hear Tae’s bright laughter next to you and it brings a little relief. It’s reassuring to know you always have him and Jimin and Seokjin, so you’re fine no matter what you and Namjoon end up meaning to each other. 

Or not meaning. 

But when you both finally get home from the gallery, Friday night traffic making it take way longer than it should have, you have a message from Namjoon. 

Namjoon [20:32]: How was the show? 

Maybe you didn’t need to worry after all. 

Vaguely, as you message him back from your spot in the corner of the sofa, you hear Taehyung say, “She’s got it bad.”

“Huh?” You snap your head up to see him and Jimin staring at you from the kitchen. 

“Nothing!” Jimin smiles in a way he probably thinks is sweet, but he really just looks like a menace. He is a menace. 

“You should see her hickeys,” Tae says. “Like a teenager.” 

“Gross,” Jimin replies. 

“You’re gross,” you huff, which causes the two of them to break down in snickers behind you. 

“Good one.” You can practically hear Tae’s eye roll. It’s fine—it was a terrible comeback anyway. 

Hauling yourself off of the couch, you announce, “I’m going to bed.” 

“Tell loverboy we said hi,” Jimin calls after you.

You shut your door before you can give in to the urge to tell him to fuck off.

Over the next couple of days, your life gets a little bit back to normal. Your body adjusts again to the timezone and the humidity. You and Namjoon talk over the weekend, not much since you’re both working, but enough to have you always thinking passing thoughts of him. It’s a little maddening, the way he occupies this space in your brain. But, so far, if the frequency with which he messages you is any indication, you’re having the same effect on him. 

On Tuesday night, you meet him in Sinchon at a small spot off of the main roads. It’s a little vegetarian place, sort of uncommon outside Hongdae, and not crowded. Very not crowded. Not a single other patron. In fact, you’re not even sure if it’s supposed to be open, since when you enter, someone who you presume is the owner greets Namjoon and quickly scoots you to a table in the back, making sure the door is locked behind you. 

“I used to come here a lot,” he says by way of explanation. “They make sure I’m taken care of.” 

You nod, like you can relate (you can’t), and try not to let your eyes show that you think it’s wild you’ve shut down a small restaurant just so you can have dinner with him without an audience. 

“What do you think?” he says, almost shyly. 

“It’s quiet,” you reply. “I don’t think I’ve ever closed down a restaurant…” This is when your inability to not say what’s on your mind takes over—you don’t want to make him feel weird about it, but it’s just the truth. 

“Oh… Is this okay, then?” His knee bounces under the table and you can hear it with no one else around to drown out the rhythmic tapping of his heel.

It hits you suddenly—he’s nervous. It is your first date, technically, and when you think about it that way, you get a little nervous, too. 

“It’s great, Joon. Thanks for bringing me here.” You try to sound as reassuring as you can because it is great, and you are glad to be there with him. Things haven’t truly been awkward between the two of you since he was leaving the Heathrow bathroom, and now with you both nervous, it’s starting to be just that.

He flags down the woman who let you in and orders for both of you, then seems to reconsider, looking over at you with minor panic. “Is that okay?” he asks, a little frantic. “I totally respect you, of course. So if you want something else, you can say so. I’m sorry.” 

You want to scream. You want to scream because he’s cute, because you hate that you’re nervous, because you hate more that he’s nervous. You just want this to go well, you think. It’s becoming clear to you as you both get weirder around each other that this is actually really important to you. He is maybe really important to you. 

“It’s fine,” you say, sliding a hand across the table, palm up—an invitation. “Hey, I’m a little nervous.” You wiggle your fingers at him so he gets the idea, and he gives you a sweet smile in return as he puts his hand in yours. 

“Me too, fuck. So nervous.” Both of you laugh a little, relieving some of the tension, and he squeezes your fingers. “Glad we got that out of the way,” he says. “Should we do normal first date stuff?”

“Like getting our friends to call as a way to bail us out if things go south?” 

“Oh!” he says, eyebrows lifting, “Should I text Yoongi and tell him not to do that?” He tries to keep a straight face, but you see his left dimple start to show as he finishes asking. 

“Not funny, Kim.”

“A little funny.” 

After that, things start to feel good between you again. That same ease you’ve gotten used to returns. Your food comes in waves, and the owner seems to (thankfully) be totally content to let you eat slowly while you laugh and talk. It’s almost like being back in the airport with him—before you knew you should be nervous, before you knew he might start to mean something to you. It’s really nice. You share a bottle of makgeolli while you eat, and by the time you’re full of jjigae and pajeon, you’re pleasantly warm and just tipsy enough to be laughing more than normal at his (consistently kind of terrible but in the best way) jokes. 

He pays, and you try to get him to let you leave the tip at least, but he refuses to take your money—until he pauses, apologizes with his head bowed, and starts rambling about benevolent sexism and of course you can pay if you want to or leave the tip or really anything and he’s such dick for even assuming—

“Namjoon?” You put a hand on his shoulder. 

His eyes shoot up, his cheeks are pink and he looks sort of mortified. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for dinner,” you say, moving your hand down his arm until you can thread your fingers with his. “Want to walk for a bit?” 

The relief on his face is obvious, and instead of apologizing again, he tightens his fingers around yours and says, “Hotteok?” And then he bounces a little with excitement when you nod your head enthusiastically. 

Together, you walk hand in hand down the streets. It’s dark and chilly, but the place where your palms meet is rom-com warm—feels like it’s keeping your whole body cozy. A few blocks from the subway station, you turn onto a main road where there are actually other people around and Namjoon drops your hand, giving you a squeeze first and what you think is an apologetic smile under his mask after. 

“Sorry,” he says. “It’s just…” He doesn’t have to finish the sentence; you already know. He waves his hand around in a gesture explaining there’s too many people. 

“I get it, you don’t have to explain,” you say. 

And you mean it. It’s still nice to walk with him, both of you with your hands now shoved in your pockets, scarves pulled up tight around your chins. He’s telling you about all the places he used to frequent when he was in university, pointing out his favorite convenience store, a record shop, a cute used bookstore. You like getting a picture of a younger him, the one before the producing credits and art patronage and sold-out concert halls. It feels private, reserved for people he trusts, and it’s really, really good. You know you like talking to him, like sleeping with him, like the way he listens to you… But the more you listen to him, the more you start to remove the specific things you like from those sentences and you think you just like him. Completely, and in a way you haven’t liked anyone in a while. 

You have time to mull that over as you lean against the side of the oddly fancy hotteok shop (which actually has a whole indoors and seating—you’d just been expecting an outdoor stall). You like him and he’s kind and thoughtful and handsome and you’re starting to think you might be in way over your head. 

He’d asked you to wait outside if you weren’t too cold; said he had a surprise. You’re just starting to shiver when he comes back out of the shop with the biggest smile on his face you think you’ve seen yet. Even under his mask.

“Here,” he says, proudly sticking a thick paper wrapper out toward you. 

And if there was any doubt in your mind that you might be falling for him just a little, it’s gone when you take the pink, heart-shaped hotteok from him. “What is this?” you ask quietly. 

“Sarang hotteok,” he says around the bite in his mouth, cheeks already a little full and eyes wide. “I thought it fit.” He starts to walk, and your brain (a couple beats behind because you’re still trying to process things) doesn’t tell your feet to move for a moment, so you have to take a quick couple of steps to catch up to him.

But when your mind does catch up, it’s settled. You have a giant, unmistakable crush on Kim Namjoon. “Cute,” you say, almost under your breath. 

“Aren’t they?” 

“They are also cute,” you mutter, just sort of overwhelmed. 

Namjoon laughs. “Are you alright?” he asks. 

And what do you even say to that? You like him so much you think you might cry. Or throw up, or do something even more embarrassing like confess that you’re falling for him on your first actual date. You don’t even know if you’re alright—can you be so much better than alright that you aren’t anymore? Now you’re lost in your thoughts, and you know you’re just looking at him kind of helplessly and chewing your hotteok which not only is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, but is also delicious. 

When you swallow, you say the only semi-articulate thing that comes to mind. “Thank you.” 

“Anytime,” Namjoon replies. “Literally. I wish I could tell you I wanted to hang out with you every day and not have that be weird.” 

“It’s not,” you chime in quickly, making his brows lift again. “It’s not weird. I want that, too.” 

“Oh… good, then. That’s good,” he says, nodding along. Then, after a beat, he adds, “So the ‘getting to know each other outside of my bedroom’ is going okay for you?” 

You try very hard not to giggle. “Definitely, yes.” 

Namjoon doesn’t look at you when he speaks again, just stares ahead as you near the lot where the car that dropped him off is waiting for both of you. “It’s going better than okay for me.” 

“Good,” you echo. 

“And I think I don’t want this date to be over,” he says. 

“What’s next then?” 

“Come home with me? For talking, and coffee… and whatever else, but no pressure. We don’t have to go into my bedroom. Shit, we can pretend I don’t even have a bedroom. Or a bed, or a couch, or a living room floor, or a kitchen counter…” His list of the places you’ve already slept together is probably embarrassingly long for only having known each other a little while. 

“Joon?” You cut him off and he finally turns to look at you. “Yes.” 

“Yes?”

“Mmhmm. And we don’t even have to pretend half your apartment doesn’t exist.” 

Namjoon looks happy. Really fucking happy. It’s going to be addictive, you decide, to put that look on his face. You want to do it all the time. Then, as he opens the car door for you, he says so only you can hear, “Then maybe we can add some more rooms to the list.” 

He has the best ideas. 

Later, when you’re lying naked on the floor of his giant closet and you’ve just about caught your breath again, you tell him so, and you get that ridiculous, full-dimpled smile in return. 

There’s no question: you’re addicted. 

The feeling that you’re dreaming is still there, but you’re going to let it settle into your bones. When dreams are like this, who wants to wake up?

#namjoon smut #namjoon fic #namjoon imagine #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts writing #bts imagines #rm imagine #rm fanfic #rm smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #kvanity #btswritersclub

[kimnamjoonsrightthigh]

0.1/Thursday night/KNJ

Series Protector, protected

Part 1/?

Summary On your way home, you encounter someone in need of your help. Giving it earns you six new friends and one new enemy.

Genre Drama, fluff, bit of angst, bit of antagonists to lovers, eventual smut, hurt/comfort.

Pairing Namjoon x Reader.

Warnings (Implied) violence, blood, referenced injury.

Tags Tourist!AU, reader is a clumsy brave idiot, Jungkook is everyone’s baby, possessive!Namjoon, this will be a long one.

Wordcount 1K.

It was so late on Thursday that it had already turned into Friday, your boss expected you on 8 AM sharp, and you should have been in bed hours ago. The person most responsible for your predicament, other than yourself, was your best friend and her uncanny ability to turn a simple evening into a whole night. Her boyfriend merited the occasional bottle of red, though, and you had no problem sacrificing a few hours of sleep to make her feel better. Her troubles had been your troubles since college. You kept texting her, your digital shadow, while you ducked into one of a hundred shortcuts on your way home. 

At 2AM, the streets weren’t exactly empty, but you lived far enough off the downtown grid to miss most of the nightlife excitement. You were strolling instead of walking, at ease in the warmth of the night. Summer had faded into September, yet the temperature barely dipped below 70. Your hometown liked to wallow in its humidity and heat, not that you minded. You enjoyed summer, how there were always new friends to be made, how the parks flowered and flourished, how the nights were never cut short by anything other than your own choice.

You turned a corner, eyes on your phone as it lit up with another of Ani’s texts. You heard the scuffle before you saw it, and instinctively slipped into the shade of a doorway before surveying the situation. The street was lit well enough, four or five lamps casting their yellowing glow, but from your vantage point, nothing much was visible. There was the sound of blows landing – a grunt, and two, three voices. A taunt, in English, then a language you didn’t know. It sounded breathless and pleading. The air had turned oppressive as sweat beads rolled down your neck. Your hand fumbled for the pepper spray in the outer pocket of your bag before securing the strap across your chest. Calling the police crossed your mind briefly, but you knew they’d never make it in time. You stepped back into the alley, canister in hand.

“Hey! Leave ‘em alone!” You were yelling, as much as your lungs would give. There were three men total, surrounding a person on the ground. They were sizing you up, barely clearing 5’5’’, pepper spray extended. You couldn’t see any weapons, and at a guess, they were muggers, not killers. “I called the cops,” you said loudly, and at that the culprits turned and fled. You were rooted to the spot until their footsteps had faded. The sound of your heartbeat drowned out almost everything else. That was until the intended victim stirred. You realized now he had been sitting up, head between his knees. He peered around sheepishly until his eyes landed on you, who was still clutching the pepper spray. You attempted a smile and shoved the can back into your bag.

“Are you alright?” you asked. He was very pretty, you noted, almost pretty enough to distract you from the blood trickling down his temple. “Whoa, easy.” He got up and stumbled almost immediately. You managed to get your arm around his shoulders just in time to catch him.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. Before you could ask any of the thousand questions swirling around in your head, or consider your lack of personal space, you heard voices call from further away. The man raised his head in recognition. You strained to hear better but couldn’t make out the words being said. He called out to them, which left a ringing in your ear.

“Your friends?” you asked, hopeful. He nodded, smiling. The voices were closer now and while you were still contemplating your general situation, a group of men rounded the corner. The tallest one broke into a sprint upon seeing you – or more likely the man you were currently holding upright. You felt the urge to flinch and retreat, which was hard, given that you were still wrapped up in your new acquaintance. There was an indignant look directed your way as he was taken from your hands. The rest of the gang caught up with you. There was some rapid-fire exchange as the strangers checked their friend for injuries, so you gladly took a step back. You silently inducted the following minutes into your personal hall of most awkward moments fame while their conversation went on. When your rescue kept gesturing in your general direction, you waved to keep your hand from facepalming repeatedly. They were standing in a semi-circle, still talking and – fighting? Their voices rose and fell with a cadence you recognized as scolding. You counted seven total, all of them tall and handsome and stylish in a way you weren’t used to. Alternative came to mind. B-Boys maybe. Brothers? Besties? They certainly acted like it, fussing over their friend’s hair, face, hands while also chewing him out. After another minute of that, all seven turned towards you. You wanted to wave again, but caught yourself at the last second.

“I’m Namjoon,” said the tall one, and with eerie synchronicity, they all took a little bow, some more enthusiastic than others, “these are my friends, Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook.” You introduced yourself and shook Namjoon’s hand. He was so obviously the pack leader you briefly wondered if you had accidentally stumbled into a gang-thing. But then you looked at Hoseok’s bucket hat and Seokjin’s two fanny packs and decided against that hunch. “Thank you for helping Jungkook.”

“Well, if, uh, Jungkook is okay, you should go report this. And, no offense, but, you look like tourists. You should probably get a cab to the police station.” A familiar, warm feeling took hold of you. Protectiveness. You could tell they were shaken, probably even more than you. Maybe you shouldn’t let them traipse off on their own into the night. It hadn’t ended well the first time.

“We will,” Namjoon said.

“I could take you, or at least walk you to the next intersection,” you suggested. He put on a smile at that, one you could tell was fake. You raised your hands in a gesture you hoped was placating, and added: “Or not. Just… don’t lose anyone again.”

You were staring at them. They were staring at you. You cleared your throat, then waved – again – and scooched past them to continue on your way home without another word. The very second the door fell closed behind you, your phone was in your hand, speed-dialing Ani’s number.

#BTS #BTS fic #kim namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #tourist!AU

[baekhyyun]

Accused Love | KNJ

» pairing: kim namjoon x reader (ft. lim jaebeom and byun baekhyun)

» genre: angst(???), cause it ain’t fluff children rn, sfw, mystery, stranger to semi-lovers

» rating: PG13

» word count: 3.3k

» Warnings: strong language, the lack of namjoon's name being used, jaebeom and baekhyun got more screen time than the damn main character i’m sorry

a / n: THIS IS ACTUALLY A NAMJOON FIC JGSKVSDS , even tho i mention his name like 5 times (ITS NOW 8) throughout the whole this fic (!!!!!) , this is also my first full fic so bare with my shitty writing and it's debuting after 5000 years. This beauty is apart of the Luv Library Project under the mystery category! There will be more than one part !!!! I wanted to post something before we got to the good part jfksnkvjdfkj. Thank you to everyone who has helped me and encouraged me with this fic!

Special thanks to @jungtaeyoongles for being there with me from the beginning, bouncing ideas off with, helping me plan this whole story and beta reading as well! Thank you to @meowxyoong for bouncing ideas with me too! Thank you to @thinksshesawolf and @ dee-ehn for beta reading this mess and clowning me in the process. We know who the real main character is in this fic.

The night sky was pitch-black, making the stars shine bright like diamonds against the darkness. Being located in the heart of Seoul, the stars shined brighter than the lights hopping off all of the tall buildings in the quiet, busy city. Jaebeom, one of the many infamous mafia leaders in South Korea, found himself waiting in the night for his next crime. Being the head meant sending someone under him to do the crime itself without getting his hands dirty. Yet with bad timing, he was out of luck for the night. All of his men found themselves in different missions committing different sins to bring in the money that the head wanted.

 After becoming the head boss, he stopped going out and living life to protect his own, his hands never touching anything besides the gun strapped to his chest hidden from the public eye or the money that was earned by his henchmen. He felt like he was on top of the world again after being away from the scene for so long. Jaebeom, believing his skills were rusty, turned to money laundering to build up his skillset again. Oh, was he wrong.

 He was on a hot streak and subsequently oozed cockiness from each movement he made. Every step Jaebeom took felt like pure muscle memory. He was a greedy man that wanted money. Money made the world go round. You could buy anything and anyone with a couple of hundred-dollar bills. The man had an insatiable desire for money. $100,000 was not enough to sustain his need for money.  He wanted more. He wanted $500,000. It felt right to him. Not bothering to double-check his work, he just went for it as his life depended on it.

 Never in a million years, would he have thought that he would be wiring money from a gaming company. Tencent, one of the largest Asian companies and known worldwide, did not scare him. He felt that this job was easy. Getting access to this place was a piece of cake, he thought. His charming personality is what got him the keys to the records room, housing every transaction that the company has ever made.

 Jaebeom thought everything was going smoothly, but he could not be more wrong. After being here for three hours wiring this money, he realized that he made a rookie mistake. How could he use his ID card to get access to the files? Why did he not use his boss's card to open up the files? All these questions went through his head at lightning speed that caused his heart to start racing, he felt like his ears were going to burst from the sound of his own heart. The world around him was crashing down at a fast pace that he had to think of something fast.

 "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jaebeom hissed to himself. How could I be so reckless? I can't let myself get caught over this shit. I gotta get out of here!"

 His senses went haywire where he couldn't think straight. Getting caught in this building around this time was the least of his worries. He needed out and that's what he was trying to do with his mind racing.

 As the clock ticked, Jaebeom rushed out the building to his car that was parked 5 blocks down the road. His only thought was to find a solution to this shit show that he had created the minute he walked in that building. His luck ran out.

 "Fuck me, man!" he continued to tell himself while running as fast as he could.

 "T-this is the o-one that f-fucks me o-over, and it's the simplest-t s-shit that gets me," he stuttered trying to control his breathing.

 Relief washed over him as he spotted his car hidden behind a dumpster. He still wasn't out of the clear. Slowing his pace down, a new thought popped in his head: should he have called someone to help him out? He thought it was best, but he didn't want to feel embarrassed at the thought of his underlings catching a whiff of the mess he created doing a simple job. He was the mafia boss for crying out loud. Making a mistake was out of the question, getting help was out as well. The more he thought of calling someone the more he got frustrated with the idea.

 The car roared to life, one hand reached the gear shift and set the car in reverse then back to drive. Hitting the gas pedal, he drove off with nothing but a dust cloud left behind. For being a mafia boss, he sure is fucking stupid, never once did he think that he would be making a mistake like that.

 Reaching a red light at an intersection, he noticed that the city was waking up to begin their day. He only had a couple of hours to come up with a solid cover story until he was supposed to show up at work again. Looking out the window he noticed the cars pass by; one car caught his attention. He thought this was his chance that he couldn't miss. It was a perfect idea from his point of view. Framing someone else was a bit of a bitch move but if he got out the clear, fuck, he would do it a thousand times over.

 He thought that using his rival would get rid of him for good so that he could be number one and rule Seoul from behind the scenes. Having everyone shirk in fear brought such joy to Jaebeom that he needs to go through with this plan. Becoming power-hungry made him crazy. He was thirsty for it and was going to do anything to get it. 

 Realizing that the light turned green, he makes his way back to the company for damage control. Who knew that bringing an end to his rival would make a man smile like a mad-man, but he thought it was so worth it to do so.

 The ride back was fairly quick for Jaebeom. As he got closer to Tencent, the police were there parked in the front of the building. He had to find a way into the building without being spotted. Circling Tencent, he decided to go through the backway. He still had his ID card on him, so if the police caught him right there he for sure would kiss the $500,000 goodbye.

 Parking his car in the alleyway behind the company, Jaebeom made his way to the back door cautiously. The perks of being named leader, it showed that you can handle any situation no matter the outcome, finding a solution to the mess he created was ironic.

 Slowly making his way up the stairs, he avoided any main hallways, not wanting to draw unwanted attention. Climbing twenty flights of stairs was not something Jaebeom planned for. He felt more guilty with each step he took for messing up a simple thing. He wished he had powers to reverse time and start over from the very beginning, but alas, he was never going to get that wish.

 Reaching the eighteenth floor, Jaebeom noticed no one near the entrance to the stairwell. He silently thanked the gods above to have come all the way up without getting caught. Twisting the knob to the door he slowly opened it and peaked his head to see if the coast was clear and surprisingly it was. Closing the door again, he stayed put in the stairwell. He found it strange that no one was guarding this floor, the floor where Jaebeom was located a couple of hours ago.

 Jaebeom's suspicions grew more as he stayed put, thinking of all the possible outcomes of this situation. None of his answers made any sense, the dots were not connecting at all. This pissed him off more than it should have.

 Deciding to give up, he moved on to the top floor where the CEO's office was, along with his own. Jaebeom's job title wasn't much, but that charming personality of his got him that spot on the top floor alongside the CEO. Everyone hated that Jaebeom got special treatment because he came here with no experience. He created enemies, did he care? No. It made him mad with power. He enjoyed that idea of people hating what he had and what they couldn't get.

 There was a scream that pulled Jaebeom out of his thoughts. "Where is he?! What do you mean you can't find him?!" one of the cops said into his phone.

 This is where it became challenging for Jaebeom, finding a clear path into the hallway without getting spotted by anyone. Peeking through the crack of the door, he noticed a tall man with a tan trenchcoat dressed up in an expensive suit. The realization hits him when he notices who the man was. It was none other than Kim Namjoon, a leader in the underground business and upper business, but to Jaebeom he was just a rival.

 He wondered why Namjoon was here, he had no business being here. Yet here he was waltzing into the company like he owns the place. The confidence that Namjoon gave off made Jaebeom sick to his stomach. How could someone just act confident all the time?

 "God, he's so infuriating, like can't this man even act normal," Jaebeom muttered to himself. "I just want to punch that stupid smirk off of his face."

 The wheels were turning in Jaebeom's head that after everything, he was getting some luck after the morning he had today. Reopening the door, he noticed Namjoon walking away from the coat closet. This was his opportunity to get rid of his ID card.

 He couldn't go out into the main hallway, he would get spotted quick. He needed to find a way to get himself into that coat closet. He had to think of something fast, there wasn't much time to waste. Looking back to where the officer was, Jaebeom couldn't find him.

 "Where did he go? He was just there," he told himself. Another voice caught his attention and it was from the CEO, Baekhyun. He was talking to the officer that Jaebeom was looking for. He felt so blessed to have him occupied. Looking left and right, he noticed that the coast was clear and booked it straight to the coat closet.

 Closing the door behind him, he was met with darkness, looking for the light switch with his hands. As he found the switch, the small closed space lit up. "Now where is that trenchcoat of yours," he whispered. "Ah, I found you, my dear sweet savior. Oh, how you are saving me from so much work."

Grabbing his ID from his coat pocket, he quickly placed it in Namjoon's trenchcoat and turned back around. Opening the door, he made sure the coast was clear once again and stepped out. Jaebeom made his way to the CEO's office and knocked on the door. Baekyhun and the officer turned their heads, noticing that it was Jaebeom.

 "There he is! Get him," Baekyhun loudly spoke.

 The officer was charged towards Jaebeom and before he could utter a word his hands were behind his back and his body slammed against the door. Groaning out loud from the impact Jaebeom asked, "What's going on, why am I getting slammed on a damn door by an officer?!"

 "Quit playing coy, Lim, what did you do with the money you stole from the company?" Baekhyun asked.

 Facing the man who asked the question, "I don't know what is going on, I just got here," Jaebeom's voice dropped a few octaves deeper.

 Baekhyun darted towards Jaebeom pushing the officer out of the way and turning Jaebeom around to face him. "Lim, I won't ask you again. Where is the money?!" he yelled, stressing each word as he spoke.

 "And I'm going to tell you again that I don't know what you are talking about!" Jaebeom rebutted back to the CEO.

 Baekyhun was just fuming with anger from Jaebeom's answer. Baekyhun swore that he was just bluffing and acting dumb, but the confusion on his face made his story more believable. Letting go of Jaebeom, Baekyhun walked towards the window of his office that gave him the best view of the busy city below. He was at a crossroads, not knowing what to do. He wanted to believe Jaebeom but the evidence was right there.

 Jaebeom silently watched his boss freak out, trying to understand the words that he spoke. His boss was at war with himself. Jaebeom thought he could use this as an advantage; to confuse the man more than he was.

 "Baekhyun, you know that I would never do anything to harm this company or to betray your trust," he spoke out loud.

 Baekhyun just stared at the man, his expression unreadable. Jaebeom couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Was Baekhyun figuring out that everything he's said was a lie? Jaebeom couldn't go down like this, this was not going to be the end.

 "Baekhyun, please I don't know what is going on, but I can tell you that I haven't seen my ID since yesterday. If that can help my case in any way," he hopelessly said.

 Jaebeom silently pleaded with Baekhyun to give him a chance to hear him out, which reluctantly he did. Baekyhun gave a hand signal to the police officer to leave the room and give the men privacy. "You have five minutes to tell me your side of the story or I'll ask the cops to take you away from here," he insisted.

 "As I said before, I haven't seen my ID since yesterday. The last time I saw the thing it was on my desk in my office. After that, I couldn't find it," Jaebeom lied through his teeth.

 "You lost your ID and didn't bother telling anyone about this?" Baekhyun questioned him.

 "Listen, I didn't think much of it when I couldn't find it after I left work. I thought I could find it when I got here today, but here we are." Jaebeom briefly paused.

 "I was planning on telling you today if I ended up not finding it!" he continued, "I can show you where I left it in my office and you can let the officer search too."

 Baekhyun was hesitant on taking Jaebeom's offer on searching his office, he was stressed and he was doubting everything that was said by this man. His trust in him was dropping rapidly, but did he have another choice? He had to go for it even if he ended up looking like a fool.

 Rising from his seat, Baekhyun walked around his desk and stood in front of Jaebeom and just stared him down. "If I found out that you are just fucking around and we find that ID of yours, you are out of here and out of my sight," leaving Jaebeom in his seat, Baekhyun walked towards the door and looked back, "Hurry up, we don't have all day. I have to do damage control because of you."

 Jaebeom quickly got up from his seat and followed his boss from behind, making their way to his office. The officer trailing along asked where they both were heading, Baekhyun quickly answering, "To his office, we are going to search for that ID card of his that supposedly was lost."

 "But sir, we don't have a search warrant to partake in this. We will not be able to assist you," the officer explained.

 Baekhyun continued to make his way to Jaebeom's office, telling anyone that walked past him to follow. Not a word was uttered when he spoke to anyone. The workers just simply followed like mindless slaves, not questioning his orders.

 Walking into the office, Baekhyun strolled quickly to the desk in the middle of the office and began to rummage through the files that laid on top neatly. Everyone that followed along began to do the same, going to different parts of the room and not leaving a corner unturned. Jaebeom just stood by the door not knowing what to do with himself besides watching the disaster unfold.

 Looking up to face the man that caused all the distress, Baekhyun spoke out loud, "Lim, it is best if you stepped outside and just stood by with the officer. You are truly not needed here."

 Jaebeom was offended by the words that the man spoke to him. It never crossed his mind that he would be pushed out of something that involved him. "To be fair Baekhyun, I don't think that is a good idea. What if one of the workers here is the culprit and trying to frame me over what happened? I'm sorry but I am not leaving this room until you all leave with me." His voice roared across the room.

 Baekhuyn rolled his eyes at his subordinate's stubbornness, it made him feel sick to his stomach that he did not want to walk. This was something that Jaebeom took very seriously. Never once did this man raise his voice at anyone during the job. He took everything that was handed to him without a single complaint. It scared Baekhyun that Jaebeom stood his ground and didn't budge one bit.

 "If you won't leave then stand by the door and don't get into anyone's way, Lim," he spoke with venom in his voice.

 Pleased with the response from his boss, he walked back to the door and just watched. No one knew what was to come at the end of this search. It was entertaining to watch everyone look through his belongings. They were never going to find anything and it made him ecstatic to have this type of knowledge over people.

 "Sir, we couldn't find anything in the cabinets,"

 "Sir, the bookshelf is clean,"

 One by one each person that Baekhyun brought with him ended up not finding anything. This made his blood boil, that not only could they not find anything, he as well couldn't come up with anything. His whole office was clean. Countless thoughts came to mind that gave him a migraine. Where could that ID of his be? Who took it? All these questions came to mind and none of the answers that he came up with seemed logical.

 With a huge sigh, Baekhyun told everyone to go back to work, this was a huge blow for his ego. Being proven wrong was his least favorite thing in the world. Being right about everything made his day, the power he felt was his drug. It was intoxicating to him. He needed this. Slamming the folders that laid on the desk, Baekhyun paced towards Jaebeom with anger in his eyes, he was not pleased when everyone came up short in their findings.

 "I don't know where you hid that ID of yours but if it's not found in the next twenty-four hours, you are on your own." he spat.

 Jaebeom wasn't shocked that his boss was worked up over not finding the missing ID. It actually made his day. Playing coy was his strongest suit; he enjoyed playing clueless. This was a win for him, the sight of his boss losing hope little by little. Everything was falling into place on how he imagined it, sweet victory was close. All he needed was the last piece to fall into place.

 Baekhyun sighed out loud, finally releasing Jaebeom from his grip and walked out of the ruined office. Jaebeom looked around and just smirked like a mad man and decided it was time to wrap things up. Shouts could be heard from his office, which made Jaebeom run out to where the commotion was. All he saw was three cops surrounding Namjoon, who was confused with everything trying to explain.

 One of the officers quickly grabbed hold of Namjoon and roughly pushed him against the nearest wall, "Kim Namjoon, you're under arrest!"

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[shina913]

New Intersect!Namjoon drabble dropping at 3PM PST today 👀

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[shina913]

You are playing my heart, I thoughts that Jé would everything alright ... How could you?! You left me here on the edge of curiosity about what comes next my dear, ALL the things that you wrote about her leaving the team, the grame that she left behind, JK graduation he going there, her parents, her mom and dad being so Nice to him, "he should be an idol" ... The discussion about dessert I understood everything, but when they were alone loved How she opened her heart to him, she showed to him How hurt she was feeling about his actions and I thought that he would do something right there to fix things,OMG!!!! She left him and now I have Hope on you to fix things here my dear, because I am rooting for them.

Ahh--yes, I definitely pulled the rug from underneath you there...rocked you into a false sense of security 😈

No, but seriously--there's a lot of bottled up hurt from within OC here. If you recall, she buried everything right when Namjoon basically dumped her...and it all came to a head during JK's graduation. Namjoon acting like everything is okay when it really isn't--and it sets her off because she hasn't dealt with this issue head-on like she did with Yoongi. She was more in control here--until she wasn't. 🥺😤

I'll try to wrap up everything nicely on the final update. Thank you, my dear for your feedback. I always appreciate it 💜

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[shina913]

Ah Shina, you’ve done it to me again. I’m writing this while some tears are falling LOL, but i must be crazy because I just love when a story has angst in it 🥴 im sad to see the story coming to an end, but it has been so great. So so great thus far and thanks again for writing for us 💜💜

Aww, hun--I had them, too when I wrote this chapter 😢 Even as I re-read it, I would still get choked up. I'm such a masochist 😆

It's weird because sometimes, I never know what readers might think is "too much" angst? I don't get much feedback so...I just go by what a handful of you are telling me 😂

Nah, but for real--the amount of angst is warranted because these two feel so intensely for each other, which is why it hurts so much. I'm so excited and sad at the same time to wrap up their story. It would be an emotional time for me again, for sure!

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[shina913]

You wanted to kill me with this chapter. What a cliffhanger!!! He was afraid of not being aware of her nerds and did that, miscomunication is bad ...finally he topo the right decision...

Yes--bad communication is not good but lack of it is much worse, which is why this happened to Namjoon's past relationship. Again, he's afraid of history repeating itself 😔

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[shina913]

Hey, I am late her, but this chapter pull the rug under my feet !!! ALL the issues that she had about accepting the new job being secured by him made my heart warmth and have high hopes that they would work things out together and then Namjoon gave her a cold shoulder OmG! What this Man ia thinking? I know that he doesn't want to be a problem, a distraction, but she lives him...and he doesn't know yet. Maybe is because of this uncertainty about their feelings. Lets ser them... That call phone oh meu god Yoongi lol.he deserved It.

Hi!! No worries at all. Life happens, right?? I'm so happy to hear from you again. I hope you're doing well 😊

Yes...Namjoon is just trying to protect his heart. This has happened to him in the past and he feels like he has to punish himself after what happened to Mayumi. It sucks because his relationship with YN is just beginning and he's scared. 😔

The phone call with Yoongi was...petty 😂 I had a lot of fun writing that scene!

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[shina913]

Not me completing Intersect Part 9b and sending it off for beta. 9c possibly this weekend as well—why am I so angsty on Mother’s Day weekend??? 😩😩

#screw brunch i just want some quiet time to write #so help me namjoon #kim namjoon #on the next chapter of intersect #intersect x knj #namjoon angst

[shina913]

Hi!! I’ve been reading intersect since the beginning and in an effort to give you amazing writers more feedback, I just wanted to say I appreciate your writing and you sharing it with us. I love how well written it is and the flow of writing is also great. Also, part 6 😳 LOL, I look forward to reading more of your work 💜💜

Hello there, moot 👋🏼 OMG, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I appreciate this note, you don’t understand 🥺🥺🥺 I feel like, low engagement is the beginning of death of inspiration in this space so I’m so, so happy that you are enjoying the series and took the time to send me feedback!

Yes…Part 6 is a…bit of a scorcher 🔥wait til you get to Part 8 because 👀

I’m smiling so much!! Thank you, thank you!

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[shina913]

IM SO GLAD INTERSECT ENDED WELL bro (hi it's me again) I was really worried you were gonna end it where they're happy but apart and I was Not Looking Forward to that angst, I wouldn't have been able to deal with it 😭

I'm now going to make my way through the rest of your writing, and I can't wait!! 💕💕

OMG BRO-ANON 😂

Trust me--I've contemplated that...but I'm such a sap 😩 My rom-com DNA wouldn't allow it 😂 BUT!!! I'm glad that you liked how I decided to end it. I was just telling another reader that I'm all for instant gratification but I wanted the ending to be somewhat rooted in reality as well--even though this is an AU and I could very well do whatever I wanted.

But with this ending, I felt like there was a more grown-up feel to how OC and Namjoon decided to go about this. And like in the intro, they did end up meeting each other at different points. Sometimes they missed the mark but they figured those out together, eventually.

*sigh* I'm going to miss them so much! I'm so glad that you stumbled upon this series. Thank you for your feedback and notes. It really makes my writer-heart so happy and full 🤗💜

Hope you're having a great weekend and take care!

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[shina913]

Intersect was amazing!!! Something hits different with Namjoon stories. So excited for your other writing to come!

Hello, anon! THANK YOU so much for that 🥺 I'm so glad that you enjoyed the series. And yes--I totally agree with that! Not just because I'm such a simp for Kim Namjoon 😂 But seriously--there's something different about them? And I've read at least one of every KNJ genre. I know that JJK is fairly popular around Tumblr but that's a whole other thing I won't get into now (even though I totally will on a separate thread 😂)! I hope you'll stay tuned for my upcoming WIPs and would love to hear what you think about them, too! Take care 💕

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[shina913]

I love intersect ending so much!!! Thank you for writing the story. It's so great and the most refreshing fic i've read for the past months 💜

Thank you so much, Anon 🥺 And THANK YOU for reading and loving it! I’m insanely proud of this one and will def be one of my favorites for a while. Take care 💜

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[shina913]

I LITERALLY JUST SENT YOU AN ASK SAYING I LOVE INTERSECT AND ASKING ABOUT THE NEXT CHAPTER AND I JUST SAW THAT YOU POSTED YOU'RE RELEASING IT TODAY?????? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

😂😂 well, then—I’ll just be sitting here, patiently awaiting your feedback!

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[shina913]

Oh my GOD. INTERSECT. MY HEART CANNOT TAKE THIS.

I don't usually read fanfics more than a couple of chapters but I really just couldn't stop reading this one, and fuck ME you're playing with my heart strings - genuinely I've not felt as many emotions as you make me feel in your writing for YEARS. Bro. I hope you don't mind me calling you bro. I just can't. There's gonna be a chapter 10, right? No pressure to release it soon, I just need to know in my heart that it's not over and that there's another part coming to close it all up because dear god I was on the verge of tears.

Dramatic tendencies aside - I've genuinely thoroughly enjoyed your writing. It's a mixture of like, every emotion possible and each character has a unique voice and it's just a pleasure to read!

I hope you don't mind a message like this lol I'm a creative writing student myself and I just love being both dramatic and offering normal-ish feedback because that's what I personally like getting 😂

I hope you're having a lovely day, and as I said, take your time with the next chapter, I appreciate your writing! 💕💕

OMG OMG OMG! You have singlehandedly made my week!!! And no, I don’t mind you calling me ‘bro’ 😂

I don’t know what to say! This is one of the most thorough feedbacks AND reactions that I’ve ever received (outside of my beta readers and moots) and I’m living for it!!! And full disclosure—I’m super weird about taking compliments because…I have my own weird issues 😅 BUT I will gladly accept this. Thank you so much!

I’m so glad that you felt all of the feelings! I’ve spent many nights with my jaw clenched and tear-soaked eyelashes while writing the some of the most tense moments here. I’m so happy to read that those emotions have jumped off the screen for you and that you felt them too. 🥺

I appreciate your feedback, anon!! I hope you tell me what you thought about the finale 🤭

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