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likeastarstar · 1 year

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Needy- NAMJOON

"Hi baby."

Namjoon's deep voice rumbled in your ears, an almost pavlovian response triggered in your body.

You'd think by now, this far into your relationship, the crush you had on him would've worn off. Instead, it seems to have gotten even stronger- your mouth watered whenever he was in front of you, your entire body lit up with anticipation- hoping, wishing, begging for him to come closer to you.

Joon covered your body with his, wrapping you into a secure hug. A smile grew on your lips as you felt his long, strong arms wrap around you and his weight in your body. He put pressed on you as you pushed your face into his chest, breathing in his scent. His lips pressed to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck- making his way down as he squeezed your body like a snake wrapping around its most precious prey-

"I missed you," He mumbled against your skin, breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

"It was only a couple hours-"

"And here I raced home for you," Joon tssked, "Thought about you the entire way, figured we could do date night here at home, yeah? Maybe watch a movie together, take a bath later? I'll wash your hair for you, remember how much you like that?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the memory of the last time your boyfriend washed your hair. A psychological study had to be conducted about the aphrodisiac properties to a head massage and lavender soap.

You exhaled slowly, Joon's eyes tracking yours with the upmost concentration. The heat of his gaze warmed your belly and you tilted your head at him, wondering what exactly it was that put him in this kind of a mood.

"What was Yoongi's show about again? Did it happen to involve something with alcohol maybe?" You hummed, feeling his hand dip under the hem of your shirt and massage your lower back.

His hand crept upwards, calloused fingers rubbing your soft skin with all the desperation in the world. The way he touched you was like a starved man, begging, aching for any crumb of you that he could get.

"What are you insinuating?" Namjoon said suspiciously, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra.

"That every time you drink you get needy," You teased, letting him wrap his other arm around your waist and hoist you into the air, carrying you with ease.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and gripped his arms, face so close to his your lips grazed each others', teasing each other endlessly.

"Don't you need me baby?" Joon mumbled against your lips.

You held him there, close to you, where you could feel his body heat warm you up and smell him- that spicy, woody smell that was all his and now it was spiked with liquor.

"Of course I do," You assured quickly, "You know I do."

He smirked up at you, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive, greedy sort of way that made your head spin. It was like you were the one who was drunk, the way he set your body on fire as he set you down gently, spinning you around so fast you had to catch yourself against the wall, back arched as he pushed your legs apart roughly.

"Lemme go down on you, please? Can I please put my mouth on you?" He asked, large hand working your pussy through your pants.

You moaned, nodding half a second before he ripped your pants halfway down your legs, mouth kissing down the length of your spine almost immediately. He ate you out like that, chest shoved against the wall and holding on for dear life. His tongue was rough and thorough, leaving no part of you untouched.

You felt like a bolt of lightning had struck from your head to your toes, opening up for him as he thrusted in and out of your pussy. He added his fingers as if his tongue wasn't enough, thumb flicking and prodding at your clit until you were cumming against his face, back arched so sharply you were sure to feel sore tomorrow.

It was like all the air had been sucked from the room as he manhandled you, lifting you back up in his arms to take all the work away from you, "You still with me?" He asked, looking down at you with an exhilarated, chaotic look on his face.

You hummed in response, nodding at him as he gathered you in his arms. He gave you his cheekiest grin before you heard the clink of his belt hitting the floor, slamming his hips up into you in one fell thrust. You moaned loudly, raking your nails down his back so sharply it would've broke skin if he wasn't wearing a shirt still.

There was something so satisfyingly lust filled about the way your bodies moved against each others, rough and intense like you hadn't seen each other in ages. He fucked into you hard, filling you in every way possible and then some. The pace Namjoon set was ruthless, burying his head in the crook of your neck and sucking bruises into the skin that would last days.

You grabbed at his hair, tugging on thick black locks with no reservations as he pushed your legs even wider, one pinning your thigh out and the other keeping you half wrapped around him, ankle hooked against his lower back.

"I'm so c-close," You whined, your voice hoarse and dry from moaning out his name.

"Tell me how much you need me," Joon demanded, "Tell me how good you feel and I'll let you cum."

You obliged immediately, never turning down and opportunity to praise your boyfriend. You whined and begged and pleaded for him to make you cum, to touch you the way only he could, to cum inside of you so that you could be his and his only the way you knew you were.

He kept his eyes on your as he touched your clit, thrusts quickening as you came all over his cock, Namjoon finishing closely behind you. The two of you basked in the afterglow, your breathing synced as you floated back down to earth. He didn't bother setting you down, instead simply adjusting his grip on you so that he could carry you more securely.

"Time for that bath, huh?" He suggested, carrying you off towards the bathroom you shared.

It was going to be a long night...

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7ndipity · 2 years

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((Moments with Them))

A/N: This is been sitting in my drafts for a bit because I couldn't figure out what to title it, but since we just hit 40 followers (thank you!) I thought I'd go ahead and post it. Also thank you all so much for all the love on the recent works, it really means a lot!

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Seokjin: 8am(sunday)

Cue the Maroon 5 song; the slow, sleepy vibe to start of a day with nowhere to be but here. Making breakfast together, or rather, you making coffee and watching him make breakfast, but still. Him knocking into your hip playfully as you mill about. Trying to just give him just a lil peck on the cheek as you go to set the table, only to be pulled back by your waist for a 'proper' kiss.

Yoongi:12am(friday)

Late night conversations that trail on, knowing you should say goodnight, but neither of you are willing to say it and break the moment. Tired eyes and cold hands tracing patterns on your skin. Slow, lazy kisses that catch you mid sentence. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" "In a minute." *kiss*. "Can you stay?" He asks softly, forehead resting against yours. "Is that okay?" You asked. He nods, wrapping you up tighter in his hold. "I don't wanna let you go yet."

Hobi:10am(wednesday)

Warm sunlight and blue skies after days and days of grey. Playful kisses. The sudden freedom of an unexpected day off and his ringing laughter leaving you positively giddy as you wander about together. Clinging hands and hugs that make you feel wanted. Him telling you he loves you for nth time, but something in his voice and the way his deep brown eyes seem to see into your soul make it ring a little truer, a little deeper. You feel it in your bones.

Namjoon: 5am(monday)

The quiet just before dawn, before everything has to begin moving. The anxiety and excitement of things that are to come. Leaning into his warmth, relishing in the soft blue-grey lit moments together, light kisses pressed to your shoulder. "I feel safe with you." Lingering touches that might not lead anywhere, but you don't mind, you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

Jimin:2pm/am(tuesday)

A text in the middle of the day to make you smile, despite the chaos around you. Finally falling into each other exhausted at the end of a too long day, yet suddenly too wired to sleep, his presence like a shot of caffeine. Hushed laughter, playing with his hands while you talk only to catch him staring at you, his eyes lulling you into silence as he pulls you into a soft, drawn out kiss before you both finally ease off to sleep.

Taehyung:4pm(thursday)

Lazy, peaceful afternoons with no plans, laying on his bed, close enough to sleep you almost feel like you're floating till his voice gently tugs you back to earth. Sharing stories of what you thought you'd be and what you hope for someday. Smiling in realization that your plots seem to overlap well. Him suddenly rolling you into a crushing bear hug, effectively pinning you beneath him as he showers you in contrastingly gentle kisses.

Jungkook:10pm(saturday)

Driving around the city at night, without any particular destination in mind. Taking turns with the aux, playing songs that you like or remind you of each other. Talking about everything and nothing. Kisses that start out teasing but quickly escalate, betrayed by his own impatience, only to then dissolve into laughter. Swearing you can see the universe in his eyes sometimes. Wishing you could keep this feeling forever, preserved in a bottle on the shelf.

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silv3rswirls · 1 year

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spilled milk

“I’m sorry “ you gasped lightly at the feeling of milk seeping into your socks and the scrape of glass shards against the floor. For whatever reason, your grip had slipped and your glass of milk had tumbled to the floor without much time to try and save it.

“What?” Namjoon’s voice bellowed from the hall, “are you making a mess in there?”

“I’m sorry” you called back, the bass in your boyfriend's voice had left a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t shouting at you, you told yourself, but even so you could feel the ever so familiar swell of anxiety in your stomach.

“Don’t- don’t be mad!” You could only quickly glance up at Namjoon as he entered the kitchen, a furrow of confusion knitting his brow as he watched you scramble on the floor to clean it. “It was an accident, I’m sorry, I don’t know- I don’t know what happened.” You babbled, hands shaky as you frantically trying to pick the glass up- ignored the little stings of glass cutting your fingers.

“Hey” he knelt down beside you, reaching to grab your wrist to put a gentle stop to your panic. “Calm down, you know I don’t care.”

“No- it’s going to stain, ruin the floor, I wasted all of it- I broke one of your nice glasses-“ you hit him with every excuse in the book, trying to hide the shake in your voice towards the end. “Please don’t be mad” you begged, reaching to wipe away the first tear that fell; smearing milk and blood against your cheek.

“Hey” Namjoon frowned, “calm down, it’s just milk. I’m not mad.” You felt him pry your hands away from the mess, tugging your body closer to his. “I’m not mad, I promise.”

You nodded, face pressed into his chest as he hugged you, rocking you back and forth. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize” he kisses the top of your head. “I understand.”

He pried you from the floor and to the bathroom, running your cut hands under the water carefully. You watch him wrap bandages around your fingers and palm.

You sniffled, grateful that he understood why it was so much more than spilled milk to you.

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softsan · 1 year

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[4:34 PM] - You stared dreamily out to the horizon; your hand clutched onto the overhead handrail. The handrail supported you as the train made its curve, following the bend of the shoreline.

Soulmate!Namjoon studied you. The sun’s warmth washed the train carriage and everybody in it in hues of oranges and yellows. Whereas most people took a seat, you had chosen to stand—expressing it allowed you a better view of what lay outside.

“Isn’t it breathtaking?”

Soulmate!Namjoon hadn’t been listening. He was taken by your beauty, the wonderous look you had in your eye as you gazed out to the sea. He had unintentionally neglected the book he’d been reading, it laying idly in his lap as his attention was swept up by you.

“Sorry,” Soulmate!Namjoon shook off the hold you had on him, “What did you say?”

You chuckled, “Isn’t it breathtaking?” You repeated.

Soulmate!Namjoon barely spared a glance, “Yes, it is,”

You narrowed your eyes, “You didn’t even have a look.” You motioned for Soulmate!Namjoon to scoot over so he was seated closer to the window. You then took a seat beside him.

Soulmate!Namjoon was painfully aware of how close you were. It was a spark of sorts, electrifying your touch as it grazed over his skin. You repositioned him, your hand enclosing his, moving both your arm and his to point at the birds that bathed and dived the ocean blue.

“See the seagulls,” You exclaimed, “And those rocky cliffs that line the bay.” You moved his hands with your train of thought.

Soulmate!Namjoon eyes flickered down to your wrist, your soul mark on display. It matched his, identical in every way.

He had hoped this vacation the two of you were on would be the perfect opportunity to finally confess his feelings for you. And he hoped there was a part of you that felt the same as he.

Soulmate!Namjoon had never put much forethought into the soulmate ‘thing’. He had always assumed that whether two people shared the same mark or not wouldn’t matter as long as they cared for one another.

He had liked you long before he knew about the mark on your wrist—long before he knew the two of you were destined by fate.

I hope Y/N feels the same.

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binniebutter · 2 years

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peanut || kim namjoon

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x pregnant!Reader

Genre: little angsty, fluff; established relationship, married au, pregnant au, idol au

Word Count: 525

Warnings: gross food combo

“YOU’RE WHERE!?” Namjoon winced at the volume of your voice and quickly moved his cellphone away from his face before you blasted his eardrums any further. He couldn’t blame you though, you had every right to be yelling at him. This is the third time in a row that he’s been late to movie night and he feels extremely guilty all over again as he imagines you on the couch, all alone, waiting for him. “NAMJOON, ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? This is the fourth time. THE FOURTH!!” The fourth time in a row then.

“I know baby, I know. I’m sorry gorgeous. We’re just running a little late here at the radio station. I promise I’ll be there soon. Just wait a bit for me, love,” he said in a quieter voice, hoping to calm you down slightly. He was sure that some of the guilt he was feeling was showing through in his tone. You were quiet on the other end of the line for a few moments and Namjoon held his breath as he hoped that you weren’t about to blow.

Instead, the opposite happened.

“Is it always going to be like this Namjoon?” you asked defeatedly as if you had given up. On what? He had no idea. He could only hope it wasn’t him. Even though you have been together for a few years and friends for even longer, he still worries that you’ll eventually get tired of him and his lifestyle. He’s tried his hardest to keep you happy and to be around but he’s scared that it might not be enough. “Is it? What about when Peanut comes, huh? Will you even be here for the birth of our baby or will you have some schedule that is more important than them? Than me?” Your voice cracks as you say those last words and Namjoon’s heart breaks at the thought of you crying. A few tears slip out from his eyes before he hastily wipes them away.

“No, no baby. There is nothing in this whole goddamn world that is more important to me than you and Peanut, ok. I love you so much that it physically hurts being away from you and I’m so sorry that I’ve made it seem as if you both aren’t my number one priority. You are, Y/n. You and Peanut are the loves of my life and I can’t wait to meet our little boy or girl. I’m so sorry, darling. I’ll try to come home ASAP, ok? So stop crying, please,” he pleaded desperately. There’s nothing he hates more than seeing, or in this case hearing, you cry.

“Ok, ok, I believe you. I’m sorry for doubting you and for crying it’s just these fucking hormones, God,” you chuckled wetly. “Can-can you buy some ketchup on your way home? We ran out and I need some for my apples.”

“Yea, darling. I can buy some ketchup on the way home. You and your weird pregnancy cravings.”

“Yet, you still put up with me. I love you, Kim.”

“Well, I kinda have to, you’re carrying my child. I love you too, Kim.”

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yakuly · 1 year

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★彡[ʙᴛꜱ]彡★

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jiminies-ahmee · 2 years

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💌 [23:34] 김 남준

namjoon calls you often. to ask about your day, to tell you about something funny that happened with the boys, to get your opinion on a track. and sometimes he calls to tell you he misses you and he loves you.

“only 8 days, 5 hours and 24 minutes till i get to see you.” you smile, with eyes focused on namjoon’s caller id - joonie <3. the minutes of the call tick on as the soft glow of the phone illuminates your room.

you imagine namjoon laying just as you are, except in a hotel room miles away. the distance feels far most of the time, but in moments such as these, where you can hear the quiet huff of his breathing, he feels close to you.

“feels like eternity.” he sighs, “i’ve been counting down the minutes as soon as i stepped on the plane.” he admits with a yawn.

“me too, honey, me too… alright now, you gotta sleep for your show tomorrow. don’t stay up, hm?”

“promise i won’t. you sleep too, the time will go by faster.”

“i really hope so, joonie.”

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stayforya · 2 years

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[5:49pm]

taehyung's hands held your waist, looking closely at you, as if he was contemplating an artwork, a masterpiece in the louvre museum. you knew he loved you just by how his adoring eyes landed on you every time.

"happy birthday, my love", he placed his right hand on the place between your neck and your shoulder, caressing your skin with his thumb.

from that rooftop restaurant the sunset view was amazing, but you couldn't stop looking at taehyung. his left hand tightened the grip on your waist and brought you closer, kissing the tip of your nose, then your eyelids, the side of your face and finally wrapping you in a bear hug.

he could give you all the gifts, but his love was your favourite.

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wildflowermybeloved · 2 years

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Namjoon x reader

[A/N: I wrote it last night and it's unedited and ahhhh idk I hope everyone likes it 😌]

"You remind me of home. Not that I know much about it…"

The sudden quiet confession had surprised Namjoon especially since he thought you were asleep.

"Home you say?"

You nod your head, burrowing deeper into his embrace. "Yeah. Like, when I was eight and my grandpa would tell me stories in the evenings," your voice trails off into a quiet sigh.

"So, you are comparing me to your grandfather?" The teasing note of his voice was evident, which only made you smile.

"No. I'm saying is that if there's anything like home for me, it's you." You put some distance between you and Joon to look at his face, "you make me happy."

"What a coincidence, cause you make me happy as well!" He kisses your nose, the softness of the action making you melt even more.

"Good," you once again dive back into him, face in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped tight around him "Cause it would break my heart to leave you ever."

"Wait, you're not leaving me, are you?"

"My Heart, I'll never leave you," you once again pull back to look at him, smoothening the small frown between his brows, "only if you'll have me?"

He leans his face towards you till his forehead is touching yours, "Baby I'll have you forever, and even after life, if something like that exists!"

"Good, good, excellent," you exhale, once again melting back into him, "good." You repeat again before finally slipping into sleep, glad you could finally understand what it meant to feel at home.

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sweetdejun · 2 years

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[3:42 p.m.] the rain hits the windows in an irregular pattern, but you can only hear the thumping of namjoon's heart as your ear is pressed against his chest. the gentle rise and fall of both of your bodies are synchronized, and you focus your gaze on the flicker of the cinnamon-scented candle, the aroma filling the room so much so that you no longer discern its distinct scent as a new addition to the atmosphere. your hand that rested in namjoon's hair comes down to your line of sight, and his arms tighten around your body upon the loss of contact. the light of the fire reflects the diamond now resting on your finger, finally happy to find its long-lost soulmate. namjoon had proposed several days ago, yet the giddiness in your chest and the lightheadedness you feel every time you are reminded of his new title is not a feeling you think you'll ever get used to. your eyes trail up from his lips to his closed eyes, and you whisper, "my fiancee." his eyes blink open slowly at the sound of your voice breaking the silence in the room, and he gives you a tired grin. "it doesn't feel real, namjoon. it's a dream, isn't it?" he reaches to tuck a strand of hair away from your forehead, the candlelight contouring your face. "well, y/n, if it's a dream, then I never want to wake up from it."

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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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just me being greedy and dropping a second req lmao oop. FOR JOON HOES EVERYWHERE!! your boyfriend knows he's been busy with work and slightly neglecting you, but he's planned the perfect evening for the two of you to ~reconnect -- too bad every single thing that *can* go wrong, *does* go wrong.

FOCUS ON ME | KNJ

Namjoon just wanted to have a magical evening with you. So how did it end up becoming a nightmare? (An alternative summary: Namjoon is clumsy and dramatic. You love him anyway.)

» pairing: namjoon x reader

» rating/genre: BTS | PG | established relationship | humor | crack

» word count/date: 3k | August 2022

» warnings: things are not always what they seem

» notes: i hope you enjoy this ABSOLUTE INSANITY 😌 also fun fact, the magic lounge is a real speakeasy / magic bar in chicago that i love going to

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» what was jai listening to? good time - wayv

Namjoon flung open the front door of your apartment, nearly knocking a photo of the two of you off the wall. He had his suit jacket slung over his arm and tugged off his tie as he barreled down the hallway towards the bedroom.

“Are you ready?!?”

“You aren’t ready,” you said with a roll of your eyes from your seat in the living room.

You sipped a glass of wine (a solo pregame, you could say) while you waited for your boyfriend to figure out what avant-garde outfit he was going to wear to the Magic Lounge. Because, as he’d said, “It’s the Magic Lounge, babe. We have to look the part.”

If looking the part meant looking like an absolute maniac, Namjoon was killing it.

Maybe everyone else at the magic show would think he was gorgeous, his dark hair flowing at the nape of his neck and swept over his forehead, the sparkly button-up he wore hugging tight to his muscles when he rolled the sleeves up his arms. But you? You knew he was a maniac. Only a maniac would walk outside in slacks that hugged his thighs like that.

It was downright illegal.

Just like the way Namjoon parked outside your apartment complex, made evident by the large yellow ticket tucked under the windshield wipers of his car.

“The fuck?” He snatched the paper, dark eyes scanning the fine print.

“You parked literally right next to a fire hydrant.”

“It was for maybe twenty minutes.”

You cocked your head to the side. “You’re kidding, right? Kim Namjoon, you’re a lawyer.”

“And?” He tossed the ticket into the backseat of the car when he slid behind the steering wheel. “I’m not a cop.”

“Are you sure you actually went to get your driver’s license, or is that ID just a fake one you bought off your student intern?”

Holding in the laugh that threatened to escape from the way Namjoon sent you a glare was nearly impossible. The only thing that saved you was the fact that he nearly drove off the road from looking at you too long.

Date nights were rare in your household, though that hadn’t always been the case. The first two years of your relationship with Namjoon was all late night adventures, giggles, and bitten lips. You’d loved the spontaneity of it, even though you didn’t always consider yourself to be the type to jump into decisions without thinking first.

But then Namjoon graduated from law school and the long hours of corporate law kicked in. There were nights you never saw Namjoon; it was easy for him to stay cooped up in his office.

In all honesty, you didn’t give a shit what you did, as long as you could do it with him. Grocery shopping could be a date if it meant you could playfully bump the shopping cart into his butt and chase each other down the aisles.

Still, it was nice to get dressed up and visit the new bar that hosted magic shows every other weekend. You weren’t the last attendees to arrive at the Magic Lounge, and that’s all that mattered to you. Although, you were a bit concerned that just because you’d arrived didn’t mean you could go.

“What do you mean the ticket is invalid? It’s right here. See, the timestamp was only a week ago.”

“Sir, I’m telling you what I’m seeing when I scan your code.”

Namjoon held up his phone for the bar host to view, perhaps getting a bit too animated in his display. That was what stress did to him; he got so tightly wound up something as simple as a wrench in his plans could have him grinding his molars. When you saw his jaw pull taunt, that’s when you knew an intervention was due.

“Um, hello.” You pushed past Namjoon to stand before the host. If you’d made it all the way to the bar to be turned away at the front doors, Namjoon was going to lose it. “Maybe there’s a problem with that ticket? Can you try this one instead?”

“Of course.” The host’s demeanor quickly shifted as he inspected your digital ticket. He gave you a boxy smile that wasn’t lost on Namjoon, his large hands brushing against yours when he took your phone from you. “Looks like this one worked. You can both follow me and I’ll take you to your seats.”

It was hard to keep up with the man as you trailed him through the bar. “This guy is all legs,” you muttered under your breath to Namjoon, but he only grunted.

You finally reached a bookcase in the back of the room. You and Namjoon gave each other side glances, unsure of what a bookcase was doing in a bar. Sure, it had an upscale speakeasy aesthetic, but the little reading nook seemed a bit random. That is, until the man pulled a book off the shelf and the entire bookcase slid to the side, revealing a secret door to a large room with a stage at the front and many tables scattered around it.

“Oh shit, wow.” You hurried behind the man, thankful to quickly find your table and sit down. From seemingly nowhere, the host handed you food and cocktail menus.

“My name is Taehyung, by the way. But you can call me Tae,” he said with that same boxy smile, shooting you a sly wink with his back slightly turned away from Namjoon. “I’ll take care of you tonight, so if you need anything, feel free to use the call button to let me know.”

“What call button?” Namjoon interjected, having looked at the table and seeing nothing of the sort.

Taehyung smirked at him before leaning in a bit closer to you. He smelled refreshing, like a mojito, and you wondered if he also prepared the drinks. You felt your face grow hot as he brought his hand up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. When he pulled away, he held a small device in his hand.

“This call button.”

Your mouth fell open, clearly entertained by the simplest of tricks. “I haven’t seen one of these before. How does it work?”

Taehyung shot you another grin as he straightened up. “Magic.”

Namjoon let out a loud snort as your host slipped away to attend to other patrons. “That was corny as fuck.”

“You said you wanted to come here!” You teased, poking his shin with the toe of your shoe while you flipped through the menus.

His expression softened a bit and he tapped your shin with his shoe as well, although much gentler than you had. “Thank you for coming, babe.”

“Oh, it’s not something to thank me for.” You ducked behind the cocktail menu. The romantic feelings stuff always made you feel shy. It was your luck that your boyfriend lived for romance. It was part of the reason why his new job was putting a strain on your relationship. He didn’t like not having time with you.

“It is, though,” he continued, pulling on the menu to expose your face. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

As the lights in the room faded to signal the beginning of the show, Namjoon took a hold of your hand from across the table and brought it to his lips. A bit of stubble pricked your skin when he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Good evening, folks!”

A rather plain looking man in a simple suit stood on the stage, introducing himself as the magician for the night. He looked nothing like what you’d expected, but that didn’t mean his talent was lacking - in your opinion. Although some of his jokes were corny (which Namjoon believed he’d predicted after the little Taehyung situation), you were all wide eyes and small giggles at the magic tricks he performed. Magic, honestly, pissed you off. You hated that you couldn’t understand how things happened, but that was also the fun of it all. Wonder wasn’t a feeling adults got to experience much in life. You found that to be rather sad.

Namjoon managed to maintain a state of wonder, though. If it was writing poetry or going to art museums, he found a way to bring creativity and novelty into your lives, much like the magician was now.

He also managed to bring a bit of chaos with him, too. That was a type of wonder, wasn’t it?

“Shit,” Namjoon hissed. You watched in slow motion as his elbow knocked into his glass, spilling water all over the table. Thank god the glass didn’t break, but you still let out a small yelp and immediately shot up from your chair to avoid getting water on your clothes.

“Ah, yes! You, with the blue hair! Come on up!”

Your eyes grew wide as you turned to see every single person in the room staring directly at you. The magician waved you over; he’d taken you standing up to indicate your eagerness to participate in whatever his next trick was.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered when your long-legged friend arrived to escort you to the stage. Namjoon watched with his mouth hanging open as you weaved through the tables and eventually climbed the stairs to the stage.

Why hadn’t you just said no?!

“Welcome! What’s your name?” The magician looked even more normal up close, though he had some pretty dope makeup that made his eyes stand out compared to the plainness of his outfit.

“Y/N.” You tried not to sound nervous, but you’d finally noticed the rectangular box sitting on a table in the middle of the stage. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Now, we’ve never met before, have we?”

You shook your head.

“Great. Have to confirm for the skeptics, right?” His laugh was deep and melodic. “Now, you’re going to help me by getting comfy in this display. Can you handle that?”

You looked out in the audience to find Namjoon, but the stage lights made it difficult to see anything. Well, there was no point in embarrassing yourself further by chickening out, right?

“Sure.”

The magician took your hand and helped you into the rectangular box, and you tried not to feel like you were putting yourself into a coffin as you eased into a lying position. At least when the magician closed the box over you, your head and feet stuck out so you didn’t feel completely trapped.

Well, until you realized just what this trick was.

“Uhh, can we-” you began, but the magician turned to the audience.

“Now, as you can see, my lovely assistant is nestled in the display case.” You hated that he was calling it a display case. It made you feel like a bug or something. “I’m going to take this real saw-”

You didn’t hear anything else he said. All the blood rushed to your head, and all you could hear was the sound of the ocean in your ears as the magician began sawing you in half.

“Wait, wait,” Namjoon reached out and grabbed a hold of Taehyung’s shirt as the man walked past your table. “What the fuck is happening right now?”

Taehyung smiled and wrinkled his nose at your boyfriend. “Magic, of course.”

“Don’t fuck with me, man.” Namjoon tightened his grip on Taehyung’s shirt, closing the space between the two of them to glare the man straight in the face. Taehyung narrowed his eyes and stood his ground, much to Namjoon’s surprise.

“If you don’t calm down, I will have to escort you out, sir.”

“I wish you’d fucking try.”

Right when Taehyung grabbed Namjoon’s hand to rip it from his shirt, the audience cheered. Namjoon let go of Taehyung and focused his attention on the stage where the magician held out his arms to showcase the rectangular box. It was now completely cut in half. And empty.

Where the fuck were you? You weren’t dead. Well, Namjoon hoped the fuck not! But you also weren’t here, and he didn’t like that. Not one fucking bit.

“Skeptical?” The magician asked the crowd, hearing a few cheers ripple through the room. “Would anyone like to come up and see for yourself?”

Namjoon immediately forgot about Taehyung, determined to get the magician’s attention. When the man beckoned for Namjoon to approach the stage, he charged forward and nearly stumbled up the stairs in his haste.

“Welcome! I invite you to take a look around the stage to confirm that yes, my lovely assistant has indeed disappeared.”

Namjoon ignored the magician and frantically paced the stage. He moved around the two pieces of the box, examined the table the pieces sat on, eyed the floor to look for any holes or trapdoors. Whatever the fuck tricks magicians had up their sleeves to make the impossible happen. Maybe Namjoon was stupid or wasn’t observant, but he couldn’t find anything… Nothing at all.

While the magician bragged about his success in making you disappear, Namjoon slumped back to your table. Obviously, the skit was that you would disappear and then the magician would make you reappear. That was the whole point. Namjoon would just need to sit and wait.

Fuck that.

His sharp eyes scanned the tables, keeping an eye out for that douchebag Taehyung. With the man nowhere in sight, Namjoon slipped out of his seat. He followed the perimeter of the room until he found a black door with a faded sign that read EMPLOYEES ONLY. Giving the handle a little jiggle, he quickly slipped inside while the magician rambled on stage about his next great trick. He wasn’t concerned about you. But Namjoon was. He was going to figure out where the fuck you were, and then the two of you were leaving because he did not particularly enjoy what he just witnesses.

Magic or not.

The door led him to a large backroom. The air felt granular, like dust in his lungs. A lone box fan did its best to circulate in the room. Props and unknown machinery lined the walls and at least a dozen employees scurried around the room, looking for whatever items were needed for the next magic act - at least, from what Namjoon assumed. He suddenly felt very out of place with his flamboyant outfit while the employees wore dark outfits. Namjoon was definitely not where he belonged.

Luckily, no one paid any attention to Namjoon as he weaved through the props and racks of costumes. It didn’t take him long to decide that you weren’t in this room, either. Eventually, he came to another black door marked VIP at the other end of the room. His hand left a sweaty imprint on the gold handle as he pushed inside.

The entire room black with gold accents. Gold specks were woven into the black carpet. Gold end tables flanked a black couch. Gold earrings dangled against your neck as you laughed, tossing your head back and slapping your hand against your knee.

“Y/N,” Namjoon spoke in an exhale, slightly bending over to catch his breath. “What are you doing?”

Your face lit up when you saw him and you jumped to your feet to wrap him in a crushing hug. “Oh my god, Joonie, did you see it? Did you see me? Didn’t I do a great job? Oh fuck, I had no idea what was happening at first.” You babbled on, but all Namjoon could do was lean against the door.

“You!” His eyes fell on an unfortunately familiar face who’d sat next to you on the couch - the person who’d had you laughing. “You knew where Y/N went and you didn’t tell me.”

Taehyung flipped a gold coin between his knuckles and shrugged. “It’s all part of the show. You paid for it, didn’t you?”

Was it fair for Namjoon to feel jealous? This was supposed to be his date night with you, and you’d spent most of it in a dark room with Taehyung and whoever else the other people were in the room, likely all magicians with tricks he didn’t want to know about.

“Why didn’t you come back?”

You rubbed Namjoon’s chest, squeezing him even tighter. “You’re so dramatic, baby. I’m supposed to go back in about ten minutes. I’ll reappear, say surprise! Then we can watch the rest of the show!”

Namjoon gave you a long, unreadable stare.

“Nope. We’re leaving.”

“What??”

He snatched your wrist and led you through the storage room, muttering to himself. “Watched you get sawed in half. Disappeared. On date night, of all nights. With Mister Long Legs, even.”

You couldn’t help but smile as your boyfriend stomped through the venue, stopping to drop a tip on your table (because he was cranky, but he had manners), before leading you back through the bookcase. You’d never seen him so worked up before, and quite frankly, it was pretty hot. So maybe you were a little bit of a brat, but it was cute how Namjoon seemed to have genuinely worried about where you were.

“You knew it was fake the whole time, right? Like, you knew I wasn’t in any real danger, right?” You poked him in the side, but he didn’t look at you, only led you to your parked car. “Joonie.”

“Yes, yes, I know it’s not real! But it was weird and I… I just wanted you to be with me, okay? I didn’t want to wait around alone and not have you with me.” He pouted and waited for you to get into the car before he got in himself. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. While you’d had plenty of time to process what you considered a pretty dope magic trick, Namjoon was obviously in his feelings.

“Hey, babe. I’m right here, okay? We can go home, if you want. Get into some comfy clothes and snuggle?” You captured his hand in your own and pressed it to your lips as he had done to you earlier. He set his soft gaze on you and it was impossible not to melt. Drama king or not.

“Alright. But… Can I ask you a question first?”

You pressed another kiss to his hand. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”

He visibly gulped and leaned his head against the seat headrest as he turned to better look at you. “How did he do it? The trick?”

You brought your lip between your teeth and smiled into your eyes.

“Magic.”

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likeastarstar · 1 year

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Break line - NAMJOON

for the anon requesting a fluffy ending argument w joon! sorry for the wait!

It took you a second to remember where you were, why the walls were a soft tone of pink instead of the creamy eggshell Namjoon preferred. You looked around, staring at the room you hadn't spent a night in for months, feeling strangely foreign in it all. It was all so ironic, how Joon always nagged you to end your lease and just officially move in with him.

"You're always here anyway," He'd whine.

"And what if we break up?" You'd retort, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Never going to happen," Joon grumbled, pulling you closer to him just in case.

You felt your eyes start to burn with tears and closed them again, rolling onto your back with a sigh.

You and Namjoon never really fought.

There were discussions, sure, and disagreements- but never fights. There wasn’t ever that moment of anxious anticipation wondering, is this it?

Is this the moment where things go bad?

Fights were so rare that sometimes you felt like you were constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop- that he was too good to be true.

“I guess I don’t have to be worried about that anymore,” You mumbled to yourself.

You felt a shudder go down your spine thinking of what happened the night before, how you had rushed out of his apartment in the middle of the night because you needed space.

Dim blue light filtered through your curtains, a sign that you woke up far too early for no reason. Your body felt tense, eyes dry from a fitful sleep filled with nightmares.

Was it that you couldn't sleep without Namjoon anymore?

It was like muscle memory, the way your hands searched for him underneath the covers, trembling slightly when they came up empty. Nothing would soothe you back to sleep now, so you shoved the covers off and stormed out of bed- you didn't want to lay there just thinking of him anyway.

It was torture.

You wandered out into the kitchen, wondering if there was a single thing in your fridge that wasn't expired. The entire apartment looked like it was vacated- too clean for anyone to actually live there.

There wasn't a thing out of place, except for a random black jacket thrown over a barstool. You stopped in your tracks, narrowing your eyes at the jacket. Oversized and worn in with a hole in the left shoulder.

That was Joon's jacket.

You stared at it for half a second too long, eyes zipping to the entryway where a pair of shoes too large to be yours were carelessly tossed next to the door. Your eyes then turned to the living room, where your boyfriend lay spread out on the couch.

He was so large he took up all of the surface area and then some, belly down and stretched out so that one leg was thrown over the back of the couch and an arm was hanging off the other end. He was asleep, hair a mess and still in his clothes from the day before.

You felt anger twist in your stomach, unsure of what to do. Was it anger? Or anxiety- pain or annoyance? Maybe it was all of the above but you couldn't decide on which emotion was strongest so you deserted them all and made coffee instead.

You looked at the mugs in your hand- one for you and one for him. You set yours down gingerly, walking over to where Joon was still sleeping entirely too soundly and resting the hot mug on the center of his back with enough pressure to snap him awake- the searing heat shocking him into consciousness.

"What the fuck-" Namjoon yelled, reacting so slowly by the time he flinched, you had set the mug down on the coffee table.

"Wake up." You said in the flat tone, "What are you doing here?"

Joon rolled over, staring at you with wide, confused eyes, "Good morning?"

"Good morning. I made you coffee but I don't have milk or sugar, so...whatever." You said in a bland tone, "What are you doing here?"

"Thanks for the coffee," Namjoon yawned, completely ignoring the question as he stretched, sliding up into a seated position, "This couch is so small."

You stared at him in annoyance, watching him take his sweet time in adjusting himself. His hair flopped around as he leaned forward, taking the coffee gingerly in his hands.

"How did you even get in?" You questioned, realizing he had seemingly broken into your apartment.

"You kept the spare in the same place we keep ours at home," Namjoon explained, the use of shared pronouns shooting a dagger in your heart. "By the time I got here, you were already asleep."

"I said I wanted space," You reminded.

Namjoon looked up at you with focused, intense eyes that surprised you. They were full of accusation, as if you were the one at fault here.

Were you?

"Which is why I slept on the couch and not in bed with you where I would've preferred to have been," He said in a biting tone, "I'm not sleeping under a different roof than you- are you kidding me?"

"Well you seemed just fine doing it on tour," You grumbled, walking away.

Joon grabbed your hand, stopping you quickly before standing up. You turned around quickly, about to lash out when his facial expression stopped you. You hadn't ever seen him like this- so entirely serious, so...angry.

"Don't put that on me," He snapped, "Why do you keep walking away? Even last night, you think running away and coming here was okay? You think walking away from me when I'm trying to talk to you is okay?"

You didn't say anything, staring at the floor instead. The truth was- you couldn't justify it. You couldn't explain why some unmovable force kept pushing you away from Joon. You were running to avoid having to face him, you knew that much, but what you couldn't explain was why.

"How is this a valid reaction to me asking you to marry me?" Joon questioned, tilting his head down at you so you couldn't look away from him.

The word marry cause a ringing in your ears and spread through your entire body as if you had been dunked in cold water. He just said it so casually- without warning just now and last night. The word kept coming up again- marry, marry, marry. It filled you with anxiety, your body begging you to choose flight instead of fight.

"I don't- I can't..." You trailed off, feeling a lump rise in your throat, "You don't mean it."

He didn't, couldn't, mean it. The anxiety built up in your body and found it's release as you felt tears well up in your eyes. Too bad the only source of relief you had ever known was standing right in front of you, hurt by your own actions. You shoved your face into his chest to hide, hugging Joon tightly like a child clinging to its last source of comfort. Joon reacted instantly, wrapping his arms around you protectively and leaning his cheek on the top of your head.

"Why on earth do you feel that way?" Joon asked softly, large hand stroking your back soothingly.

You wished you could answer it in a simple sentence. It would take several, and hours of time you didn't want to waste on thinking about it.

"Hey- just breathe, okay? It's fine- just breathe," He mumbled, noticing how your chest was heaving.

"I'm so sorry," You sobbed, small hands fisting the material of his shirt, "I d-didn't mean to hurt you- I just, I'm really sorry."

"Shh, you're fine, we're fine," He assured, "I love you, just calm down. Can you breathe for me?"

You nodded, letting him pull your face back so he could get a better look at you. He wiped your tears and smiled at your big, watery eyes looking up at him nervously. He watched you take a couple of deep breaths before humming contently, kissing your forehead sweetly.

Namjoon didn't press you to explain, simply took you in his arms and back to bed. Your hands left without the need to search for Joon anymore because they were already filled with his. You spent the entire day like that, not talking much but entangled together like vines.

"I want to be with you forever, you know." You mumbled quietly, resting your head on his chest as he played with your fingers.

"Yeah right- you ran out so fast you forgot your birth control on the counter," Joon laughed, grinning down at you harmlessly.

"Shit- did you bring it?" You realized, turning to look him in the eye.

He nodded easily, gesturing towards where his jacket was, "Left pocket. But seriously- it's okay if you need time."

"I don't need time for forever," You said quickly, "But maybe for the whole...marriage thing. Like a couple of days- a week? Just to wrap my mind around it?"

He nodded, a soft look in his eye, "Whatever you need- just don't leave me again."

"Never," You nodded solemnly, fully intending on keeping that vow.

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7ndipity · 2 years

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7:36pm(Namjoon)

(A/N: This is based off a dream I had awhile back that his hiking Insta story reminded me of. (Also we just hit 60 followers? Thank you?!))

The sun was starting to sink low as the two of you neared the end of the trail, the evening air feeling cool on your skin.

"You doing okay?"Joon asked as you followed him up yet another incline, this one slightly steeper than the previous ones.

"I'm fine." You panted. The trail hadn't been that bad up until this point, and although you enjoyed hiking, your calves were beginning to ache and you could do with a rest.

"We're nearly there." He encouraged, reaching the top slightly ahead of you, offering you his hand to help you over last bit. "See?"

As you crested the hill, you couldn't help the light gasp that slipped past your lips at the view. The sky was gorgeous, a canvas of yellow, orange and pinks fading into each other, the forest below sloping down to the city which seemed much smaller from this vantage.

"It's nice, right?" He asked, smiling at you.

"That's an understatement." You said breathlessly.

The two of you admired the sunset for a few minutes when you had a thought, taking out you phone and taking a few photos of the sky, but your serene mood threatened to sour as you struggled to get the right shot.

"Joon," You asked with a frown, "Can you help me? I want a nice shot for my phone background."

"Sure, babe." He took your phone and started toying about with different angles to shoot from, as your attention was drawn back to the view.

"Here you go." He passed the phone back to you after a moment.

"Thank you.......You dork!" He burst into laughter at your reaction as you flipped through the images.

In the middle of several beautiful shots of the sunset, there was a random selfie of Namjoon, practically glowing in the peachy-pink light, giving you a peace sign with a big cheesy grin, his eyes scrunched up into little lines. You could even see yourself in the background, totally oblivious to what he was up to.

You laughed with him for a moment before you spoke again. "I'm using this as my wallpaper."

"Noo!" He tried to grab for your phone, but you danced away backwards, still laughing.

"Nope, it's my new favorite picture!"

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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december '22 | fa&r: timestamps

read the original / series masterlist. pairing namjoon x f. reader. wordcount 1177. genre angst. warnings miscommunication, unreliable narrator, indigo album release. timeline december 2022.

(a/n: i know i said the next timestamp/drabble for this series would be something else, but then the album dropped and The Live happened so here we are. sorry.)

Kim Namjoon sends an invitation in a matte blue box wrapped in glossy blue paper.

No return sender, just your name and address printed neatly, but you don’t need one. Plausible deniability. The same kind that has Namjoon sending you flowers and gifts under someone else’s name, notes written in someone else’s neater scrawl. There isn’t a thing in the world that ties you to him aside from a stack of paperwork signed and dated in 2014, probably long-forgotten in someone’s desk drawer, so many moves ago, and that’s just the way things are.

Now, though, Kim Namjoon is formally requesting your presence at his album release party.

Small and intimate, just a couple hundred people. Nothing like the party Hoseok had thrown just a few months ago. Plausible deniability, because no one will know you hadn’t won a contest. No one will know you were personally invited by Namjoon himself, and it should bring you relief, that you can finally see him like that, be that close, but it’s hard to be a secret for eight years.

So you don’t respond. Take time to think it over. You and Namjoon aren’t talking much these days, anyway; life too in the way. He’s been busy with the album and his anxiety. You’ve been busy conjuring up the desire to keep going. It’s hard to be a secret for eight years, and showing up like this feels like giving in. Feels like acknowledging that’s all you’re ever going to be, because there’s no difference between you and the people around you.

An invitation extended in secret… that feels like admitting to something you’re not all that keen to admit to.

It feels dirty. Feels like something you shouldn’t be entertaining, because it also feels like encouragement. Feels like you’re giving Namjoon permission to keep you tucked away forever. What does it matter how he extends invitations if you’ll always accept them indiscriminately? If you always come when he calls, like some well-trained dog, loyal to its master until the end?

The blue box sits untouched on the kitchen island, and every time you pass by it you pretend you don’t. Pretend it isn’t there at all, in the same way Kim Namjoon pretends he isn’t obsessively checking his phone for a missed call or text, any sign at all that you’d received his invitation.

His fingers itch. Must type out a hundred differentiations of the same message. Growing up has been tough—he’s written an entire album about it—and he’s trying to be better at it, so he sucks in a breath and lets it go. Backspaces and deletes all his words. You’ll either show up or you won’t, and both outcomes are out of his hands.

As you step out of the cab, you think, I could spend the rest of my life outrunning this city.

Because Seoul has been home for as long as you’ve known Namjoon. They’ve never existed without one another, and it’s not the first time this thought has stricken you, but as you cinch the belt of your coat tighter and stand in front of the venue, it’s almost overwhelming. You don’t belong here. You aren’t here. As far as anyone is concerned, you’re a ghost—name purposely omitted from the guest list, anywhere someone might find you.

Maybe that’s why you’re here. You could spend the rest of your life outrunning this city, and there’s a lot that kind of overwhelming, crushing fear can make people do: stay in a bad job, a bad place, a bad maybe-relationship. Something parallel to sunk cost fallacy, that’s for sure. Something someone with far more self-respect would’ve stopped entertaining ages ago.

Or maybe it’s just morbid curiosity. You aren’t hoping for a miracle, haven’t dared to in years, but you’re desperate for a bit of optimism. Namjoon can be cruel in the same way the two of you are cruel to each other, but it has never been intentional. He wouldn’t invite you here just to break your heart.

(Wouldn’t he, though? you think. All those times you’ve picked up and ran as soon as he called, the stench of sex still stuck to his skin when he’d greet you at the door. Countless rendezvous committed elsewhere, because Namjoon liked to pretend his apartment was sacred ground, meant only for the two of you.)

He’s invited you to a million different places to break your heart in a million different ways.

You should know better, and yet here you are.

Namjoon doesn’t think about it.

Gets through the first four songs and doesn’t look for you. Looks, instead, at the crowd—their awed smiles, the adoration—and tries to be present. Thankful. A little angry, too, because he’s in a room full of people who love him. People who are blindly devoted, think he can do no wrong. People who tripped over themselves to be here, who probably cried with happiness at the opportunity, and you couldn’t be bothered to respond.

“Closer” is hard to get through. Belies more affection than he’s currently feeling. He’s always done the best he could. He’s always given you more of himself than he’s ever given anyone else, so what else is he supposed to do? He’s forced to live inside the lines; forced to live by someone else’s rules. He’s always been honest about that, the selfishness. Told you countless times before: I still love you, and I’d still make all the same choices.

Why should he have to stand trial for your own selfish desires? Why should he have to stand trial because, time and time again, you want something he’ll never be able to give you?

But he should. He would, if it’s what you wanted. Would gladly spend hours answering for his crimes if it meant having you in his space: using his stove, brushing your teeth in his bathroom, laid bare beneath him between his sheets. And there’s that selfishness again, because he might have to play by the rules, might be forced into the confines of this life, but he’s never been able to delude himself into believing this is the most you deserve.

Namjoon has a lot to answer for, including keeping you caged.

So he sings someday a great grief will do come for you and you can’t love someone like I do and doesn’t see the way your heart breaks, because you’re a ghost; because you could be standing in front of him and he still wouldn’t see you; because you’ve been standing there all along. He doesn’t see anything.

Instead, he finishes a song he wrote about himself and launches into one about a loneliness and grief of his own design.

Namjoon doesn’t see your heart break and he doesn’t see you slip out the door. He sings one last song—one about forgiveness, forgiving himself—and he doesn’t see that the spot you once occupied has long since been left empty.

It’s always easier to outrun your opponent when you’ve got a head start.

second author's note: hey, hi, hello! just wanted to pop in and say, despite everyone YELLING AT ME, i do know what i'm doing! please trust the process, i promise we are heading towards happier times!

however, in the mean time, please feel free to yell at me since it is a lil sad. thank you for reading!

#fa&r masterlist #bts timestamps #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #namjoon imagine #namjoon angst #namjoon

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sugarwithtea · 2 years

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🧸 masterlist 🧸

disclaimer : i do not own bts. all my works are fictional and solely inspired by them. i, in no way am trying to alter the truth of their personal lives or bring harm to them by my works. they are just the names of my characters and give them a face. also, minors dni !!!

-> key :

ʚ - fluff × - angst ∆ - smut ✓ - completed/posted

☆ - based on a request/prompt

☕ mini mlist

namaste bangtan collab mlist (ot7, 18+)

drabble requests mlist (ot7, 18+)

🧸 kim seokjin 🧸

-> truth or dare ☆ (×, ʚ) ✓ (6.3k) : f2l, ex bestfriend!seokjin x fem!reader, pg-15

you and seokjin meet each other again at a college reunion, him igniting the feelings of first love inside you after not meeting him for 4 years after an unexpected seperation. he still doesn't know the reason for it and you have never dared to tell him the truth. maybe this time, you play the game courageously. maybe not. who knows?

⤷ based on this dialogue prompt

🧸 min yoongi 🧸

-> stay (×, ∆, ʚ) ✓ (13.4k) : s2l, e?2l, lodge owner!yoongi x fem!reader, 18+

what happens when you get stranded in a remote town with nowhere to stay except for a lodge owned by a dangerously handsome but annoying man? yeah, a lot.

-> ugh! (∆) ✓ (2.3k) : smut, pwp, boxer!yoongi x fem!reader ft. boxer!namjoon, boxer au, 18+

they want to celebrate their recent victory and what could be a better way than taking you, not out, but right there in the arena.

-> i'd rather die ☆ (×) ✓ (2.8k) : angst, husband!yoongi x reader, arranged marriage au, pg-13

more than a year has passed and now you need to confront your husband, even if it means endless pain for you, or not?

-> moonlight sonata (×, ∆, ʚ) (wip) : angst, smut, fluff, pianist!yoongi x fem!reader, e2l, 18+

passion is a fickle thing. it is a feeling that drives you to success, but if lost -- you can turn as stagnant as a pond. min yoongi has always took pride in his passion, his skill, his art. but what happens when slowly the flame dies inside him? he returns back home, to the place where he had started to love music. but, you are there. the bane of his existence. you hate him like a sweltering flame, bigger than his passion for music. and you, are not so thrilled with the news of his return. what happens when you both inevitably cross paths and start a saga of hate and love?

⤷ teaser

-> nobody doesn't know anymore (×) ✓ (1.4k) : angst, idol!au, no pairing, pg

everyone knows, what loneliness can do to a mind. his mind is something that likes to use negatives, if only to complicate his feelings. yoongi is at the edge, thinking about everything that has built him into the man he is. then what is it that he still craves for? nobody doesn't know — because everyone knows it's not him, but his loneliness thinking.

☕ mini-list

-> a holly-date ☆ (ʚ) ✓ (800) : est. relationship, boyfriend!yoongi x reader, ft. min holly ;)

-> 7:18 pm (ʚ) ✓ (1k) : est. relationship, timestamp, husband!yoongi x reader, ft. his long hair ;)

-> yeah, like this? (∆) ✓ (845) : pwp, yoongi x fem!reader, 18+ ;)

🧸 jung hoseok 🧸

-> jay's hoe (∆) ✓ (2.9k) : fwb, pwp, rapper!hoseok x fem!reader, 18+

after a groundbreaking performance, hoseok, or rather, jay needs an outlet for his high adrenaline and a source of relief to bask himself in. what better way to feel relieved and get down from the high than his favourite one, you.

☕ mini list

-> crush hour (∆) ✓ (987) : pwp, hoseok x reader, 18+;

-> rise and shine ☆ (ʚ) ✓ (793) : est. relationship, boyfriend!hoseok x reader, pg-13

🧸 kim namjoon 🧸

-> ugh! (∆) ✓ (2.3k) : smut, pwp, boxer!namjoon x fem!reader ft. boxer!yoongi, boxer au, 18+

they want to celebrate their recent victory and what could be a better way than taking you, not out, but right there in the arena.

☕ multi-chap

-> trust me, please? (∆, ʚ) ongoing (1.1k) : r2l, fwb au, namjoon x fem!reader, 18+

your latest boyfriend dumped you, and reasoned it with — "you are way too inexperienced for my taste." and even though that's a shitty reason, you can't help but delve upon it. but when your roommate offers to help you, to explore yourself and your needs, how can you refuse? especially when it's him.

🧸 park jimin 🧸

☕ multi-chap

-> paris in the rain (×, ∆, ʚ) ongoing (11.6k) : s2f2l, bookstore owner!jimin x fem!reader, 18+

you hadn't expected to run into jimin, an unusually charming guy in the midst of love and peace, in paris. but here you were, falling for a man covered in the smell of old parchment and wine while also recovering from the traumatic experiences of your past. your work stay in paris, which you had took on for a change of atmosphere, changes every nook of your life.

🧸 kim taehyung 🧸

-> in my memories (×, ʚ) ✓ (4.9k) : ex-lovers, taehyung x reader, pg-15

taehyung misses you in more than ways possible. your glimpses are what he sees everywhere. even when he has someone else to love, even when he knows he can't ever get you back.

☕ mini list

-> deluded (×) ✓ (1.4k) : cheating au, taehyung x reader, nc-17 ;)

🧸 jeon jungkook 🧸

-> shut up and kiss me (∆) ✓ (2.2k) : est. relationship, pwp, boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader, 18+

Your boyfriend couldn't resist himself when you walked out in that dress and especially when you started arguing with him.

-> kissing under the mistletoe (ʚ,×) ✓ (13.9k) : coworker au, frenemies to lovers, jungkook x fem!reader, pg-15

'tis the season to be jolly, but one certain doe-eyed person is hell bent on not letting you have anything jolly. wait till you find out how you are the only one he wants.

alternatively : jungkook, your ass coworker (with a great ass)likes to annoy you so you can give him some of your time.

☕ mini list

-> afternoon dream (ʚ,∆) ✓ (1.5k) : est. relationship, pwp, boyfriend!jungkook x fem!reader, 18+ ;)

-> those eyes ☆ (ʚ) ✓ (591) : est. relationship, fluff, boyfriend!jungkook x reader, sfw ;)

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