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bangtan-spells · 6 years

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Namjoon Scenario: Too Close to Love Love You.

Request: Hello! Can you write a story where y/n is a pre school teacher who had a one night stand with namjoon but then finds out that he's actually one of her student's father? Thanks

Genre:Fluff / Romance

The start of the new course was always exciting, you loved your work and what you did, despite what most people thought being a teacher didn’t always go hand in hand with a boring life. Most of your relatives and friends had been surprised when you chose your career, but you simply loved to teach, to treat with children and fill their never ending curiosity encouraging them to learn. It was one of the most rewarding things on your life and even if you still kept a bit under the scene for your personal life, you liked to go out and have fun occasionally.

That had never backfired you until that particular morning in which you organized a meeting with your students’ parents. It was something you liked to do after the first month treating with the children so you had gotten to know them a bit and then talk with their parents about how to keep them learning at home.

Your classroom was filled with chatter and laughter and you were standing at the entrance when you saw him coming down the hallway with little Jimin, one of your students.

-Miss Y/N!- Jimin giggled and ran your way, clinging to your legs the moment he had you at reach. -Good morning!-

You laughed nervously and focused on Jimin to clear your head, the man who was coming with Jimin… it couldn’t be the same Namjoon you had met.

-Good morning sunshine, how are you today?-

-Excited!- Jimin screeched. -Daddy gave me a new backpack see?- Jimin turned around to show you his brand new Superman backpack and giggled. -And he’s here!-

You felt your stomach falling down to your feet with Jimin’s words but still tried to keep it cool.

His father took a step closer and when your eyes met his, you knew there was no way on earth that this Namjoon wasn’t the same one you had one of the greatest nights of your life with. His eyes looked as surprised as yours and then he spoke.

-Hi, I’m Kim Namjoon and you must be Miss Y/N, my son talks wonders about you-

Jimin chattered happily between both of you and you just looked at each other with clear recognition.

You remembered Namjoon to the point of perfection, those eyes, those hands, that voice and right then it dawned on you that you had a one night stand with one your students father.

Namjoon looked at you from the side, he’d very honestly lost his breath the moment he saw Jimin running to you.

In the short span of a minute he wondered if his eyes were fooling him, if maybe you were just another mother at that reunion,that maybe miss Y/N simply had the same name as you but upon looking at you, he knew you were the same woman from a week ago. Certain he had been a little pumped up with alcohol in the midst of celebration at his friend party in that noisy club, but he remembered everything and the more memorable thing of that night had been you.

-Look dad! - Jimin came running with a drawing that you had helped him do and held it up and proudly, Namjoon ruffled his hair congratulating him and then Jimin ran away again.

When Namjoon looked up, he found your eyes fixed on him but you averted your eyes immediately and focused in the children calling your name.

All of this was a little crazy, that night he didn’t really ask about your job but not in a million years he would have thought you were a preschool teacher and less that you were his son’s teacher if he only focused in the way you were looking right then, with that body hugging black dress and killer heels, you had been quite the sight.

Now you were wearing a flowy skirt and a button down shirt with your hair in a low pony and you still looked marvelous in his eyes so that attraction he’d felt at the club was still latent.

He took the chance o all the children gathering together at the center of the classroom and approached you.

He cleared his throat to gain your attention and stood by side, placing his hands inside his pockets.

-I think we should maybe talk?- he asked softly and you nodded.

-You think so?- you smiled and he couldn’t help but do the same. Maybe you were as unease as him with all this. -I really can’t believe this?-

-That you are my son's teacher? Neither do I…-

You had too much chemistry that night and he had wanted to see you again but things had evolved so good that night he didn’t have the time to ask for your phone and you had left at dawn when he was still asleep.

-I mean… of all the places and people… oh god- you laughed under your breath and played with the tip of your ponytail.

The night he met you, you wore your hair down and a little wild and wavy, he remembered running his hands through it a lot, even pulling at it.

Namjoon laughed and checked there was no other parent paying attention to your conversation, which in fact there weren’t, they were all focused in the ruckus all the children were making playing.

-There is not a hidden camera somewhere right?- he asked trying to lighten the mood and you laughed.

-Of course not, I hope so- you gave him a look and then joined your students in their game because you were feeling too many things with Namjoon there and needed to focus in something else.

You would like to say that what you had with Namjoon was only a one night thing, which in theory was, but it would be a lie to say that you didn’t think of him after that or the way he made you feel. You understood how these things worked so you hadn’t waited for him to wake up before you left without any more info about him and decided to keep Namjoon as a nic experience. But now that he was there again if was easy to think that maybe destiny wanted to bring you together again and maybe that this time, you should give him your number if you had the chance to.

You kept stealing little glances of each other until the reunion ended and all the parents started to leave. You said goodbye to all of the at the school’s gate, except for one because a certain parent was waiting patiently on the side until all of the others left.

Seeing Namjoon interacting with his son had given you a total different light on him that just added to that first attraction, this softer and caring side was just a bonus and when you noticed he was the last one staying you smiled, trying to tell yourself to calm down, maybe he was only waiting for his chance to say goodbye.

-Oh you’re the last one in here- you said as if you didn’t know that already. -is there a goodbye hug for me?-

You asked and Jimin giggled while coming your way, this was a routine for you when your classes ended so he knew.

-Did you have fun Jiminie?- he nodded and said that his daddy had fun too and you couldn't help but laugh.

-Hey! That was supposed to be a secret, where’s the loyalty here Jimin?- Namjoon scolded him playfully and Jimin laughed.

You accompanied them to Namjoon’s car and once Jimin was seated inside he turned around to look at you.

-I almost made Jimin do this for me- he said with a smile, those dimples of his showing and making you remember how you had kissed them. -but I guess I had to man up-

-What do you mean?- you bit your lower lip expectantly.

-I mean…- Namjoon took a step closer to you so he stood before you. -I won’t waste this opportunity because I want to see you again Y/N-

-You already know where to find me- you teased him.

-Yeah, I do, but it would also be nice to have your number since last time you left before I could ask for it and I don’t want that happening again-

-So you think I’ll give you my number just like that?-

-I was hoping so?- he looked at you in such a way that made your stomach feel funny. Of course you would give him your number just like that, you were more than willing to give it to him before he even asked. -Should I use Jimin to convince you?-

Both of you laughed and then you traded your numbers because if there was something real right there, was that you wanted to meet again.

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clumsy-jiminie · 2 years

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ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ | ᴋɴᴊ |

↠ a series of drabbles in which a chance encounter with death changes your life as you know it. ↞

◦ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ :: you’re normal — extremely normal. it fills you with pride to know every single day is going to be the same as the next. but one night, you decide to be spontaneous. you go out to a party with your friends that ends with you way closer to death than you anticipated. now the world suddenly looks different, and normal is completely out of reach.

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◦ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ :: fantasy/supernatural, demon!au, action, strangers to lovers, eventual smut, a touch of fluff, slowburn-ish

◦ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ :: I will post specific warnings on each part but there will be a lot of mentioning of blood, oc constantly getting hurt in one way or another, violent themes, gore, and death. if you’re uncomfortable with any of these, please do not read.

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alpacaparkaseok · 2 years

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7 Secrets | Rewind | *teaser*

She’s his soulmate.

He has no idea she exists.

- pairing: idol!Joon x soulmate, feat. idol!BTS x soulmates

- rating: SFW ya’ll. the fluff is strong with this one.

- word count: 200+ for teaser

a/n: hellooo! I’ve been planning this for forever lol, and big shoutout to @elyte who loved 7 Secrets enough to want to see more of the girls :’) they are seriously still some of my favorites. this is just a lil teaser but I hope you guys enjoy! this will act as a prologue to 7 Secrets, so if you’re curious about it, good news! the series is already finished! happy reading, and as always I’d love to hear from you!!

"I don't like you."

Bang Si Hyuk gave me a knowing smile, only causing my annoyance to grow. "You don't have to like me. Just...sign here, and here."

He slid the paper toward me, pointing at where I should sign the NDA. The pen twirled between my fingers as I allowed myself to skim over the writing once more.

Everywhere I looked, his name popped out at me. Taunting me or enticing me, I couldn't tell.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I finally gave in and traced my signature with no lack of aggression.

I hereby pledge to uphold the integrity of my soulmate, Kim Namjoon, and Bighit Entertainment by following the above mentioned rules and regulations.

Mr. Bang didn't mask his sigh of relief when my signature was well and truly printed out for him to see. In that moment, I couldn't help but feel like an item he'd finally collected. Perhaps I was. At last, he'd obtained the final piece.

The seventh soulmate. Like a shiny tea cup set; I was yet another matching piece to the famous band.

"Thank you, Beth," he said, taking the NDA and placing it inside his bag. "Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help you. You should know that I consider you my charge, now. Just as much as I consider Namjoon and the rest of the boys to be my responsibility."

I didn’t respond save for a small nod, waiting to either be dismissed or left alone. Outside the door, I could hear unfamiliar voices that sounded just how I felt. Confused, excited...

Terrified.

“With that finished, are you ready to meet the others?”

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justimagineok · 3 years

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season 1 here || teaser here

happy almost day

💬💬🇮🇹

you're a dick

you can ask about him, you know?

wanna facetime?

you too Kim Namjoon

okay sport

messed up

forever rain

holding on

bicycle

he misses you

CELINE DION

are you stalking me?

SH*TTY DAY

SH*TTY DAY?

he's Namjoon for you

daily texts I

daily texts II

daily texts III

go ahead, mock me

thank you

let him try

I know

Drabbles Mona and YN

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hollyhomburg · 5 years

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Call Me Yours (Pt. 2)

(Ot7 x Reader) (Hybrid Au!) (Blind! Reader)

(Dance to this Sequel)

Summary: You never would have imagined that more love was hidden right next door, just over your garden fence.

Pairings: (Human! Hoseok) x (Human! reader) x (Wolf hybrid! Namjoon) x (Dog hybrid! Seokjin) x (Cat hybrid! Yoongi) x (Tiger hybrid! Taehyung) x (Bunny hybrid! Jungkook) x (Cat hybrid! Jimin)

Tags: established relationship, Polyamory, gratuitous fluff,

w/c: 5.0k

- When Jin’s growl ripples through the garden everyone freezes.

- Jungkook goes startlingly still, his brown eyes wide and glassy, his ears flopping down in a second, whimpering a small and pathetic sound when faced with an unfamiliar predator type hybrid.

- “Kooky!” Hoseok scolds, his hand goes on your shoulder too where you stumble, but Seokjin pulls you away protectively against his chest- more hands on you that you don’t recognize will just make you more afraid.

- Jungkook looks up at Seokjin, fear making his scent all murky. Lower lip pouting and shaking in the oncoming wake of what can only be tears. A low hiss sounds from Jimin that Yoongi answers with one of his own.

- “Don’t growl- it’s not his fault!” you say a hand on Seokjin’s arm. He snaps out of his protective instincts after a second shaking his head, nuzzles into your shoulder, your scent twanged a little sour with fear quickly dissipating adrenaline. He establishes that you’re okay, hands running down either of your arms, nose pressed to your pulse evening out, before carefully placing your hand on the arm of the nearest chair, which you take.

- “Oh my god I’m so sorry- he just didn’t-” Hoseok is flushing embarrassed, biting his lip as he tries to catch your eyes and make eye contact. “I-I’m-” Kooky stutters and stiffens. Hoseok sets a hand on Kookie’s arm as a form of comfort. There are tears dancing at the edge of his waterline.

- Kookie is so sensitive, and always has been since Jungkook and he were kids. He hates being scolded in the slightest and Hoseok needs to dissipate his worries or else he’ll have a lap full of soggy bunny to comfort. When he really wants to be making a good impression on his cute neighbor who was almost just bowled over by said over-excitable bunny.

- Not that Hoseok would really ever mind comforting Jungkook, it’s not the first time Jungkook’s roller-coaster nature had nearly resulted in harm to another person. Hoseok’s words rush over each other in apology, “He just gets a little over excited sometimes- and-”

- “It’s not his fault, he didn’t know” you seem to dance around it for a second, mildly frustrated before you just spill it, huffing back in your chair, your face in your hands combing back your hair.

- “I’m just- I’m blind! It’s not Jungkook’s fault- I didn’t know he was coming over and Seokjin just reacted instinctively. Seokjin is my seeing-eye hybrid technically- he was just doing his job making sure Jungkook didn’t knock me over.”

-Hoseok seems to stiffen at your words. Because honestly- he hadn’t noticed at all- fuck, how had he missed it? Was he making you uncomfortable? But, you’d even extended your hand to meet his and everything? Idiot Hoseok chides himself in his brain, people can be partially blind. He feels impolite and rude in the worst way. Now that he takes a look at your eyes, he can see the cloudiness in them especially when the light hits a certain way.

- Seokjin reappears at the door, holding more cookies- carrot shaped ginger snaps from where? No one knew- probably from his secret stash of sweets. Maybe he would get more into baking one of these days. He deposits the plate on the table in front of Jungkook, the best kind of apology that Seokjin is capable of. the bunnies ears perk up when he sniffs at the ginger, eyes getting wider.

- The bunny shrinks a little more into his seat. “Sorry for growling at you.” Jungkook peers out at Seokjin from under impossibly long lashes. “s’okay, was my fault anyway.” he nudges the plate further towards Jungkook, “eat them,”

- You extend your hands to where you can hear Jungkook shifting nervously from foot to foot, and surprisingly he leans his head down so that you can touch at his head, his soft ears tickling at your fingers in equally as soft and fluffy hair.

- You tell Jungkook this, and he makes a happy noise in response. All threat of tears dissipated. “I’m sorry I startled you Noona” he apologizes, . “it’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it at all.” Jungkook crunches happily glad to be forgiven.

- “Jungkook do you want to taste some of my sugar snap pea’s?” Namjoon calls from between the raised garden beds, Jungkook happily sniffles, eyes going wide and not tear filled like they had been with the threat of being scolded.

“Yes hyung!” he shouts back, and thumps off of the deck, his miss matched thumping telling you that he’d quite literally hopped to Namjoon’s side. Hoseok is thankful that Jungkook’s emotional refractory period is non-existent. He doesn’t look like he was close to tears moments ago at all.

- “Would you mind pouring me a glass of lemonade?” you ask Hoseok quietly, he obliges, and Seokjin returns from whatever he was doing when he retreated back to the kitchen, sitting down on the other side of you, casually intertwining his hand with yours.

- He’s noticeably a little bit more subdued than he’d usually be around strangers. You know he doesn’t really like growling at people, it’s not often that his baser nature overtakes his well-taught show hybrid schooling that was drilled into him so much as a child. You figure he must feel at least little guilty for growling at Jungkook.

- You run your finger along the side of his thumb and he does it in return. it’s your own little language, the one you’ve mastered after so many years of being together, and you know he’s okay. Even after all this time. Having Seokjin sit next to you, his shoulder close enough that you can feel his warmth, his whole presence is such a comfort. His fingers lacing in yours so familiar that it steadies you.

- In the garden, Namjoon avidly chats to Jungkook about his garden, the bunny hybrid nodding along with every word, his ears flopping cutely this way and that brushing them out of his face when he asks questions. A backdrop as you and Hoseok dance around each other- making small talk.

- “So how long have you had hybrids?” Hoseok asks. a little bit of a polite way to ask how long you’ve been blind. Though you’re not surprised, everyone wants to know the why’s and hows of it and at one point they all end up asking.

- “Edging on Three years for Seokjin, 2 years for Namjoon, and almost one for Yoongi. How long have you had Jungkook and Jimin?”

- “I’ve had Jungkook since I was little- I was a nervous kid and my parents got him for me as a companion, I adopted Jimin a few months ago from a facility along with Taehyung.”

- “Oh! I didn’t realize you had a third hybrid! Will he be joining us today?”

- “Uhm- probably not,” Hoseok admits, trying not to be awkward but failing miserably, though you do nod understandingly. “He’s a little too shy still, I adopted him from the same place where I got Jimin from but he’d only been there a little while- they were going out of business and where going to euthanize both of them,” he says the last few words a little slowly.

- Hoseok has always been a little unable to resist from spilling his secrets to near strangers. But something tells him that you won’t be judgmental of his overly trusting nature. You nod along with his words, lips quirking to the side in displeasure when he mention’s euthanization. Seokjin too, grits his teeth at the mention of it, shaking his head glancing at Jimin.

- Said hybrid is now sitting on the steps, back to licking at his palms and inspecting his nails. Yoongi glares at him from the high corner of the deck, making not a single move to introduce himself to any of them. His ears twitch- but Jimin offers no words, or adverse emotion or even acknowledgment at Hoseok’s open explanation of his past.

- Seokjin suspects he might be a little bit quiet for that reason, but can’t puzzle on it enough to figure it out just yet. “They said they both had too many attitude issues to be adopted, but I don’t mind them at all. Even if Jimin is a little bratty.”

- Jimin does react to this, chirping in agreement, and somehow managing to look proud at the statement, flashing Hoseok a smile that makes his human owner huff a loving laugh and roll his eyes. “And Taehyung can get a little clingy especially after he’s been left alone for too long- but I work, so Jungkook and Jimin keep him company.”

- “Seokjin was an adoptee too- we both found Namjoon on a walk on Christmas the year after, and then last summer Yoongi was ripping through our bins.”

- “Seokjin Damn near accosted me and shoved fish down my throat” Yoongi grumbles. Seokjin growls playfully at him. “bullshit you licked the plate and ate 6 helpings!” you laugh, squeezing Seokjin’s hand.

- “Does it ever feel-“ Hoseok searches for the word, but you find it before he does, “loud? With all their different personalities? Yes, and I love it!”

- Hoseok smiles at you wide and huffing a silent laugh, shifting in his seat and playing with his fingers, scooting his chair a little closer, his foot nudges yours under the table accidentally and then darts away. “Oh thank god! I thought I would never get used to it!”

- You and Hoseok chat idly, talking about your work, Hoseok also does a good job of including Seokjin in conversation and Seokjin feels his reservations melting away. Especially when Hoseok laughs harder than you do at his puns and asks Seokjin countless questions about his YouTube channel. Which he seems genuinely interested and impressed by if the compliments he gives Seokjin are anything to go by.

- Charming, Seokjin realizes, Hoseok is extremely charming.

- Enough so that he even has Seokjin blushing at times. He’s a little prone to rant a little, to talk too fast, but he asks questions and shows genuine interest in what you’re saying. His curly brown hair falls into his eyes, he smiles, and Seokjin internally rolls his eyes at his rapidly beating heart. Of course, he would have dimples too and an adorable heart-shaped smile.

- Jungkook jumps over to Hoseok again, a little more carefully this time sending a shy glance in your direction. Without thinking about it Hoseok reaches up and scratches Jungkook’s ears, humming as the younger takes a handful of cookies and then shoves them in his mouth. “One cookie at a time Jungkook,” Hoseok scolds with a smile, but Jungkook doesn’t take it seriously.

- At the foot of the stairs, Namjoon moves to introduce himself to Jimin, who blushes furiously when Namjoon presses a kiss to his hand in greeting. Not all that abnormal, but Yoongi whines.

- Namjoon is quick to press a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek as well, the supplication sweeter than the lemonade. Before he leans his head against the banister and asks Jimin about something. The cat hybrids spotted ears pressed back against his wavy blonde hair, pouting and looking at his feet, the blush on his cheeks never falling under the delicate scrutiny that is Namjoon’s attention.

- Seokjin knows how that attention feels, and has been in Jimin’s place often enough, and Seokjin cannot blame him. Namjoon grins, you little flirt Seokjin wants to laugh at him. Trust Namjoon’s genuine cuteness to unseat Jimin’s confidence and make the calico shy.

- Jungkook nuzzles into Hoseok’s hands for more ear scratches, the universal currency in hybrid affection. “Want Tae-tae here Hobi,” he says through a mouthful of cookies, nuzzling into Hoseok’s hand. It’s cute with how large he is and how small Hoseok seems, especially when kooky lines himself up along Hoseok’s side. “Want to show him Namjoon’s garden, introduce him to Y/n-Noona, and drink Seokjin’s yummy lemonade with him.”

- “I know bunny, he’ll come when he’s ready” if he’s ever ready, Hoseok sighs internally, hoping beyond hope that one of these day’s he’ll be able to get through to his other hybrid. He looks abashed at that even as Jungkook hops back to Namjoon, who moved on to fuss with some of his beans, content to let Jungkook flit away for a minute before his concentration returns to Namjoon.

- Hoseok looks down at the table and sighs, scratching along his chin; “is there something wrong, do you need to get back?” you ask too quick, there is something in your tone regretful- you don’t want them all to leave just yet and neithe,r Seokjin realizes, does he.

- Hoseok shakes his head, “No, he can handle a little time on his own, it’s good for him.” in reality, he knows Taehyung is probably pacing in the kitchen or maybe in the long hallway or maybe along the line of the fence, he tends to do that when Hoseok leaves for any period of time.

- “Tae- He’s just, he’s not adjusting well.” You lean forward and grab a cookie, “tell me about him, I have a lot of experience with hybrids.”

- “He’s not quite as verbal as Jimin or Jungkook, he didn’t talk until the second week I had him. He’s just so shy.” Hoseok shifts, then talks faster as the memories come back “Actually you’re right, I should ask you- the people at the adoption agency said his behavior would be more along the line of a dogs than a cats- he’s so different from Jimin, and since I’ve never had a dog hybrid it would be nice to pick your brain about it.”

- “Oh okay, definitely!” you say shifting in your seat, sending a glance at Seokjin, he watches Jimin and Yoongi’s little dance around each other. Yoongi is now sitting on the steps instead of standing above them, his tail flicking back and forth. No longer puffed up. Watching Jimin who unsurprisingly has returned to his grooming rituals. Seokjin sees him move a little closer.

- “Dog hybrids aren’t that much different than any sort of hybrid- they’re usually just a little needy,” Seokjin rolls his eyes at this, but nuzzles into you, pressing a kiss to the ball of your shoulder- because damn right- he is needy, your smile stretches a little “they also really like praise-”

- “Tae-tae!” Jungkook shouts, making to bound over to the corner of your house before he pauses, his ears twitching up. The face that had been peaking darts back behind the corner of your house at the shout of his name. But there is a tail, ringed and bright orange, lying on the ground, it’s end flicking before a hand manually pulls it back.

- A moment of silence, and then there is an ear poking around the corner shyly, and a golden eye half hidden behind the wall. Hoseok straightens, surprised that he’s even here. For a second no one moves.

- “Hey Tae,” you say, standing up towards the corner. “I’m Y/n, Hoseok told me so much about you, it’s so nice to meet you” you make your voice low and honeyed and his body comes a little further from around the corner. Wide shoulders hunched to make him look as small as possible, Eyes flicking worried to Namjoon, who’s the closest to him.

- Jungkook bounds over to Namjoon and launches into a complicated discussion about the height you should plant peas and when, sending furtive glances at Taehyung, but happy to distract Namjoon if it makes him feel more comfortable. Namjoon understands and gives Taehyung space. Though he can’t resist eyeing his bright orange ears nestled in his rusty hair, the cute little white spots on the back of each ear, and the thick ringed tail- so different and a fair bit longer than both Jimin’s or Yoongi’s

- Taehyung’s eyes still flicker from Seokjin to Yoongi, watching quietly, anxiously flicking from hybrid to hybrid.The anxiety immediately doubles when Seokjin stands up- a tall hybrid, he can see Tae eye his ears and his tail and shrink a little more. “We have some lemonade and some cookies too- they’re little sugar and caramel fish ones- though I think I have some lemon bars in the freezer if you’d like them too” Seokjin soothes but receives no noise in agreement as the hybrid steps from around the corner, he decides to go get the lemon bars anyway.

- He hovers awkwardly, His hands in the pockets of his baggy green sweatshirt, even as Jimin sidles up to him and rubs his face against his shoulder, purring a little and scent marking him before he goes back to Yoongi on the stairs.

- He doesn’t stop at the bottom step instead of climbing to the top. Closing the last few feet of distance and aligning his shoulder with Yoongi’s making the other give a surprised chirp. Yoongi does not make to move away. Sitting so close to each other, not talking but still, their tails collide at times when they flick at each other. Neither of them is looking at each other and no one is looking at them- only at Taehyung and you.

- You hold your hand out over the banister. Hoseok watches in awe as the tiger hybrid slowly walks forward and tilts his head into your hand, shivering and jumping as your fingers slowly thumb against a curved bristly ear, flinching when you scratch a little harder and then leaning into your hand when he discovers how good it feels.

- The low purr is deep, half between a canine whine and rippling like a growl Half between a noise you’d hear from Namjoon or Seokjin than what you’d come to expect from Yoongi, but undeniably a happy noise.

- The noise that doubles, his golden eyes looking up at you wide and positively love-struck when you say, “that’s a good boy.” Voice low and sweet, His cheeks are so flushed, bright red, and Hoseok can’t help but be a tiny bit stunned at how easily you’ve charmed his hybrid. Tail swaying happily.

- Eventually, you manage to coax Taehyung onto the deck with the promise of cookies and lemon bars. Pausing on the stairs to stare strangely at Yoongi for only a moment, cheeks pinking further.

- He takes the chair on Hoseok’s other side, whining when your hand leaves his ears- but it’s a little uncomfortable to stretch your hand up so high- you can tell that Taehyung is massive, you’d expect it from one of his species, unlike the small domestic breeds like Jimin and Yoongi. Your hand starts to ache even when he keeps his head down. So he slides to the floor next to you, not shy about leaning his face on your lap and folding his arms over your thighs.

- Seokjin laughs when he comes back, and finds both you and Hoseok with wide eyes, a lap full of tiger hybrid Taehyung’s shoulders tipped across you thighs and his arms around your waist, he takes your hand and forcefully puts it on his head.

- Hoseok watches with awe as he warms up to you so quickly. You’re a little surprised too, But not unhappy at this point it doesn’t surprise you-you’re a bit of a hybrid magnet. “Good boy” he mumbles, snuggling into your legs happily. The first words he’s spoken, his voice was far huskier than you’d expected, resonant and almost and silky soft. If Seokjin had thought his golden eyes where deep it is nothing compared to that voice.

“holy shit” Hoseok compliments, reaching over to scratch along Tae’s side, with his full nails the same way that you’re doing to Tae’s head. the strength of Tae’s full body purr makes him wiggle in your lap. your smile is a little cocky but mostly pleased, “Told you, he’s just a big needy softie!” Hoseok has never seen Taehyung warm up to someone this fast let alone speak that quickly.

- Seokjin tries to hide his smile but can’t, he gets it- there’s something about you that has always made you approachable for hybrids, and though Taehyung starts- and flinches back in fear when Seokjin reappears with the lemon bars. Seokjin is quick to make him relax with a hand curling in his thick bushy tail in hello.

- Tae tilts his head, cheek against your leggings as your hand brushes through the hair at the nape of his neck, those deep golden eyes looking up at Seokjin imploringly. Seokjin feeds him a lemon bar in response. And the purr he lets out makes your whole body vibrate.

- Hoseok watches the entire exchange with something glowing and soft and happy that even has Seokjin smiling, and playfully grabbing Taehyung tail when it glides in his direction.

- by the end of the night, Tae grabs Seokjin’s tail in response, making the older hybrid squeak in surprise, twining his hand through the shagginess and pulling his fingers through the tangles, and switching to nuzzle into Seokjin’s legs.

- “You know you can sit at the table right?” Seokjin prods with a smile. Tae shakes his head and switches back to your thigh. “Want Head rubs more” He supplies as an answer, “I know they feel so good right?” Taehyung nods, sleepily nuzzling into your hand, whining for more.

- Namjoon lets Jungkook try some of his fresh carrots. Washing the dirt off by the spigot. The bunny jumps 5 feet in the air when he tastes them, excitedly hopping in circles around Namjoon who chuckles delightedly. “Oh please! oh please can we grow some Hoseok? Can we please please grow some carrots!” Jungkook shouts happily.

- Jimin is nodding even before he’s done backing him up. Of course- Hoseok’s resolve is perilous under the pout, Jungkook bounds up and nuzzles into each and every person when Hoseok says yes. Even Yoongi- who squeaks when Jungkook buries his head in Yoongi’s shoulder. Shoves himself in-between Jimin and Yoongi-really an impressive feat given how close they’ve gotten.

- Over the course of the evening, Yoongi and Jimin have gone from hissing at each other to…whatever Jimin is doing to Yoongi now. You’d been so ensnared in conversation that you hadn’t noticed, but now, Yoongi’s low hum makes everyone turn.

- Yoongi is frozen, sitting rim rod straight pressed against the railing while Jimin sits half in his lap, loudly purring and rubbing his face all over Yoongi, grooming him, even licking at his hair and nibbling on his ear. Yoongi looks like he doesn’t know what to do at all have torn between pushing away the other cat hybrid or doing something else. The pink on his cheeks is enough to have Seokjin curious, eyes going hazy and then snapping back to slit pupils when he forces himself not to relax. eyes blinking slowly.

- It is definitely a change from their earlier position of hissing at each other.

- “It’s really lovely- everything here, I can see how much you love your hybrids and how comfortable they are with strangers because of it-“ Hoseok compliments, towards the end of the night when the sun has shifted behind the buildings, It’s no longer quite so warm with your backyard in shadow.

- You’re standing now, the threat of a goodbye no one really wants looming. Tae folded into Hoseok’s side chin resting on his shoulder, looking at you and Seokjin. You swathed under the warm expanse of his arm around your shoulders, a hand resting on Seokjin’s chest, your cheek rested alongside it.

- Namjoon darts in and out of the house to quickly clean up the cookies and now empty cups. While Jungkook eats the few that were left- never one to let a cookie go uneaten. “They’re so lovely, and I love them all so much- it’s hard not to give them everything they ask for.”

- Hoseok excuses him and his hybrids as it’s well past time for dinner, (Hoseok will probably order take out again for all of them- seeing as he doesn’t feel like struggling over a burner for a few hours right now- it wasn’t that he was a bad cook just that he wasn’t a patient one.)

- Taehyung especially doesn’t want to leave, pouting and looking at the floor, only moving after Namjoon promises that he and Jungkook can come over tomorrow to help Namjoon with the garden. “Really?” Jungkook asks, brown eyes wide and so so hopeful, his companion looks up at Namjoon with something 1 part adoration, 2 parts shy interest.

- They leave reluctantly, Taehyung glancing back at you and Seokjin, but Jimin lingers at Yoongi’s side. His pupils- once split up and down, are blown wide making the green in his eyes all but disappear, glassy. Yoongi’s are no different. Jimin gives one last lick at Yoongi’s neck. Before he winks and says, “see you later big boy” both a promise and a threat. He saunters away swaying his hips after his owner and the other hybrids.

- Seokjin and Namjoon start laughing almost the second the calico disappears around the corner of your house. Their laughter doubling when Yoongi tries to wipe the lick off and the other copious scenting that Jimin has done through the evening- his scent is absolutely drowned with Jimin’s burnt sugar sweetness.

- “Shut up!” Yoongi shrieks, slapping Jin on the arm, as the other folds the smaller on into his chest, rubbing on the cat’s shoulder so that some of Seokjin’s scent it restored. It barely makes a dent, “I didn’t say anything big boy” Seokjin teases.

- The three of your hybrids seem to sense the changing waters, all piling into your bed that night (Yoongi had only indulged in it sparingly before then) the cat hybrid scenting each of you before he goes to sleep, curling up against your side. Both you and Yoongi wrapped in Seokjin’s long arms while Namjoon fumbled around, half starfished at the end of the bed where he likes to curl up, guarding his pack against the threat of the door. But there is no threat looming. Even if the change does make Namjoon a little agitated.

- “Did you like them?” you ask your three hybrids when the lights are turned off. And everyone is enswathed in darkness. “I did,” Namjoon, says, “of course,” Seokjin tones, Yoongi just grumbles. Making everyone dissolve into giggles and chuckles. Laughter in the darkness pressed between warm sheets and soft pajamas.

- “Did you like them?” Namjoon asks back, the unintended meaning behind his words apparent to everyone in the room. You nod. Though they don’t need to look to know, every hybrid can hear your heart beating rapidly when you think of Hoseok.

- In the house next door, Hoseok’s bedroom is lit only with the light of the flat screen television on the wall opposite his bed. Jungkook is sprawled in his matching pink pajama set across Hoseok’s shins, snoring happily where he flopped. They’ve slept in the same bed since Jungkook was adopted so that’s nothing new. But now- Hoseok might need to get a bigger bed- A queen is hardly room enough for 4 people.

- What’s new is Hoseok’s lap occupied with Taehyung’s head, the rest of him curved to the side his head tilted to watch the TV, volume on low. His whole body relaxed into the sheets. Usually, Taehyung is wound like a string, ready to jump up and vacate the bed if he thinks Hoseok doesn’t want him there.

- Hobi has suffered through more than one numb leg just because he wanted to cuddle Taehyung and didn’t want to explain to the tiger hybrid that yes he still wanted Tae to be on his lap but if he could just move a little bit to the left then Hoseok’s whole right side might not be asleep.

- Hoseok’s hands lazily comb through Taehyung’s bangs, brushing them out of his eyes, fingers moving to push and prod at his shoulders. Jungkook’s ears twitching every time late night B rated action movie has a crash scene. Jimin is somewhere in the house, maybe taking a long bath, or drawing in the little reading nook downstairs although anything is possible this late at night.

- He’s always a little nocturnal- but Hoseok knows he’ll wake up with three hybrids in his bed regardless of where Jimin is when Hoseok goes to sleep. He’ll probably wake to Jimin’s hands on his back, massaging away any knots that didn’t disappear with sleep. Jungkook’s soft words at his ear as the younger tells him that his alarm went off.

- Jungkook knows he hates to wake up to his alarm, instead he prefers to leave it on it’s the lowest setting, Jungkook naturally wakes up with it no matter how low Hoseok puts his alarm- even if it was even on vibrate. Eventually, they realized it was just easier to have Jungkook wake Hoseok up for school, and then for college, and now for work. Since Jimin came to stay with Taehyung, the cat has added backrubs to Hoseok’s morning wake up routine.

- And Hoseok is so so thankful. Enough that more than once he has surged up and pressed kisses to both of their faces in thanks. Happy to start the day with them. Hoseok could get used to waking up like that.

- Taehyung could sleep through a freight train and is usually out as quickly as Jungkook (who can fall asleep in .2 of a second) but something must be bothering him. “Hey, Tae-ddy bear what’s up?” Hoseok hums, Tae’s eyes don’t stray from the TV as he sighs, teeth pinned to his lower lip. Hoseok gives him a minute to gather his words. “Do you think… do you think we’ll ever hang out with them again?”

- “Of course! Namjoon already invited you and Jungkook to help In the garden tomorrow. You’re going to see them when you wake up.” Reassured Tae snuggles further down into Hoseok’s lap, substantially comforted.

- Taehyung’s soft words are so low Hoseok almost can’t hear them over the action movie. “I hope they love us” the words make Hoseok’s hands shudder on their trail over Taehyung’s shoulders. He knows that Taehyung doesn’t have the best word use.

- His old owners never let him speak at all, and Hoseok knows that Taehyung doesn’t understand the difference between ‘love’ and ‘like’ that well yet. But when Hoseok looks out his side window. At the lights still lit in the house next to them. He knows that he’s this kind of guy, the kind that falls a little fast and a little hard and gets crushes at the drop of a hat. and he can’t help but think of the former word instead of the latter.

- “I hope so too.”

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munchyn · 4 years

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: : Our Music : : knj x reader : : [PREVIEW]

SOULMATE AU

Summary: In a world where you can hear whatever your soulmate is singing yours is nearly always rapping. When you found out that what he raps where verses from the well known boyband, BTS, you made it your goal to somehow find your soulmate. After two years of being an ARMY, you go to a concert. Hopefully you’ll find your other half there.

Word count: 272

A/N: Nothing to say here.

Warning: Y/n doesn’t speak Korean in this fic. Not really a warning just thought you should know that she hasn’t heard Korean (ever) in this fic.

The sound of your soulmate seemed to never leave you alone. At first, you couldn't believe it. Did this guy ever stop rapping? Like seriously, couldn't he give your brain a break. After a few attempts at blocking him out, you gave up and gave in.

You were used to the constant verses being spat like fire. Although you had been tired of hearing him (to an extent), you had to admit he was an amazing rapper. Even though you couldn't understand half of what he said most of the time. Not even half actually.

"So what's he singing this time Y/n?" said Emmy in a sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes.

"He raps Emmy," you clarify. You turn to look at her on your spiny chair. "Plus, I wouldn't be able to tell you. It's not in English."

"Well, what language is it?" You rolled your eyes in exasperation.

"Well I don't understand it so I wouldn't be able to tell," you repeat your words. More slowly this time. Emmy came over to you from her spot on the couch and came over to your desk.

“At least tell me what it sounds like,” you sighed in defeat and tried to summon up something that at least remotely sounded like your soulmate. After trying to say (a more slowed-down version of) what he was rapping Emmy burst into laughter. “Wow Y/n, you pronounce things terribly in Korean.”

You pouted at her, “Hey, at least you knew it was Korean.” Emmy laughed. You looked around. “So he’s Korean.”

“If he speaks it better than you then yeah.”

“SHUT UP EMMY!”

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namjoonchronicles · 6 years

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wall of ours | nj

▶ I do believe in our galaxy.

Cruel as it may seem, loyalty cannot be measured. It takes years to built, and seconds to demolish, just like trust. Marriage is a gamble. It's a contract between two hearts, with principles and liability--some kind of law-abiding relationship coated with the presence of the most fundamental element as a foundation; which is indisputable, love.

"Namjoon, please don't forget to wash the dishes," you rushed outside to the living, shoving your phone into your purse, zipping it as quickly as you can while he handed you your car keys with a small smile. His eyes are in the shape of crescents as the corner of his lips curl upward. He placed one hand on the door frame, the other holding it open and lowered his face, fishing for a kiss from you.

Your hands placed themselves on each side of his cheek and pull him down, giving him what he wanted with little to no hesitation. He chuckles through his nose when you reminded him once more that you needed the house cleaned wherever possible. "I'm really counting on you, okay?" You sang, your eyes twinkling at it meet his and he nodded, grinning. His bangs poking the corner of his eyes, and you fix it away with your finger, "You need a hair cut," you thumbed his cheek and he murmured in low voice, "You'll be late." Exhaling, you circled your arm around his neck, on your toes and buried your face in the crook of his neck, "I'm terrified."

You felt his hand in the back of your hair, with an assuring brush of lips on your shoulder, and a firm hold around the back of your ribs. And with that alone, he is wordlessly saying, "I have faith in you."

Because the foundation of marriage is to take the sweetness along with the bitterness of your significant other. Because being in love is to be imperfect together. It's to provide wherever needed and more. You and Namjoon had a long way to go to understand what each other doesn't say, but with every day passing, you are progressing. Namjoon became the gravitational force that keeps your universe in the orbits. Being with Namjoon makes the barricades blurs out; the uncertainties, certain, the doubts you have upon yourself, disappears when he's around. He is the one you hold on to when things looks unpromising, because in the world filled with inconsistency, he is the only thing that is firm and constant. He's your stone--the only one that holds you without strings, your secrets became his truth, a whole planet that watches over you even when he's far. To you, devotion is a big word but isn't deep enough to convey the feeling you have towards him. And God you prayed, you begged, for him to feel the same way.

With every touch, and every words--you're rest assured that he does.

The smile he puts on whenever he approached for a kiss, the subtle touches when no one is watching. Tipping his head up so you could brush your lips on his chin and he'll grin at the surprise, tightening his grip around your hand.

Maybe the scholars were wrong. Maybe there is no way we could accurately define love. Because it is in the food you make for him, the little scribbles of his writings on the tiny post-it notes, because it's in the way he looked at you across the room filled with strangers knowing only you, maybe it's in the way you tiptoed to his office and leaned your head on his shoulder in search for comfort--hoping, trusting, believing that he is the pillar you could depend on, rely on, a safe place to land, when everything is on fire, and demolished. Because love is in the way he takes you in, inhaling you like oxygen, and every subtle touches magnifies the thrill he felt for you, or the way his smile lingers after every kisses.

Namjoon spent the noon, washing the dishes. Keeping his phone on the loudest ringer, incase you sent a message or called when he's cleaning. He carries them everywhere he goes. He neatened the bed sheets and fluffed the pillows. Fix the curtains and tie them, to keep it open. Sneezes. He picks up the books on the floor in your reading corner and place them on the racks in alphabetical order. The blanket left on the rug reminded him of the nights before. He didn't think you'd say yes, but you replied, "I would love to look at the moon with you." He always thought that keeping track of moonlight calendar is something really corny but there you were, genuinely enjoying the time with him. Basking in the zealous moonlight by the window, surrounded by his favourite books. He really felt appreciated. So yes, yes he will clean this house the best way he could for the guests that are coming. He wanted to impress them but mostly, he wants to know more about you. And he knows that this guests will surely give him an in depth clue about you, since they've been around you, for awhile. And it's their first trip to the country.

Meeting them is like meeting a piece of you. Although they're aren't the perfect sculpture of what you're made up of, surely enough, they contributed some.

Because in every broken pieces of you that he sought after, collected and kept, he promises that healing only begins when you allow it to. "Don't value your professional life in the eyes of another," he spoke in murmurs, in the middle of the night, that night. When the streets of the busiest city quieted down, and your thoughts are screaming, his whispers were louder, more vivid and his face is all you see. Underneath that blanket, you created a world with him where all that mattered was you two. Thumbing your cheek, sleepy eyes and a small space between you two, it was a universe Namjoon arranged for you, to keep away the negativity, to negate the possibilities, to reveal all your insecurities like how he reveals his. The crescent eye smile he gave you when you told him that he has the cutest chin, the exchanging kisses on the nose and the little deep giggle that sounded like a hum, little music to your ear. The close proximity enables you to cater to him what his heart desired most, but couldn't ask for--devotion.

Rushing out the elevator, you dashed out the parking area and clicked open the car. "Why did it have to be today... of all day," you sighed.

You had to cover for a friend because she had decided to take an emergency leave for whatever reason and you weren't sure if you're opt to be functional today, knowing that you dislike to be thrown into a work schedule you didn't plan ahead of. Cytotoxic Drug Reconstituition is a very heavy division of the Pharmaceutical deperatment because it roams around specialised regiments for patients under chemotherapy. And although you've done your two-year training in it, and is about to be transferred there in a week time, there was no excuse for the head of pharmacist to be using your expertise just because her two assistants says that you're available. But because shit happens, you've decided not to think about it too much because it only brings you headache. And it's not like you can't. It was just, out of a sudden. Uncalled for.

Unexpected.

A Snicker bar dropped to the floor of the car. And you remembered all the incident that led to that chocolate bar to be bought. It was for Namjoon. Because like you right now, Namjoon too, felt insecure about himself, second-guessing, hesitating about something he shouldn't.

It was raining. Quite heavily that day. So much, that every parking space were taken. The wipers thudding end on end, and visibility decreased to 20%.

Trickling sound of the rain hitting against the windshield while he waits for you in the passenger seat, his eyes worrying over cars that couldn't pass through since you parked at the junction of a pretty wide road--and he couldn't help to move the car away because he doesn't have a driving license yet. Fishing his phone out, he tapped on your name and sent a message.

Him: did you find it? Wife: yup. I'm queueing to pay. Are we obstructing anybody's way? Him: so far, no... Wife: I'll be right there as soon as I can

And right there and then, his guilt rises. He stares quietly as you drove. Mapping the shape of your features in the back of his mind, his shallow and soundless breathing, he tightened his fist and loosens it. You took one glance at him and you said, "...do not. I know what you're thinking, and no." Namjoon blinked away, hiding his smile with his hand and pushed him further into the seat as if he had been found out. He hates how his thoughts becomes so transparent when it comes to you. He giggles but you know he is only doing that to take away the depth of the conversation he denied to have. He laughs, "...things would have become easier if I did. You can rest for awhile whenever you need to. Instead of driving me around. I feel less--"

"--don't say it. Do not say it. I forbid you," you warned him as you drive swiftly through the city street. "Less like a man when I can't drive," he exasperatedly sigh, staring out the window at the bushes, from a moving car. You understand why he felt that way.

It wasn't the first time, and definitely, won't be the last.

In the beginning of your relationship, Namjoon had clearly showed you that he is, pre-definitively ; nothing perfect. Early on, he hated the fact that he wanted you so much, needed you so much that all his efforts to approach you becomes the wall he vowed to never cross. His aloofness, his indifferent attitude, his withdrawn nature--facade he puts on in efforts to keep you at bay; all corrupted him into being delirious on his own.

Who was he to deny something so indefinitely strong? Who was he to fight his own fate? When did he get so co-dependant?

He had no one to blame, but himself. He allowed this to happen. Strangers to acquintance. Acquintance to friends. Friends to lovers. It was a classic tale of love not just at first sights. He knows he won't jump into relationship without knowing who you are, and what you are.

Therefore, he devised a life-long plan.

And it is going to be painful because he will convey many truths inside the conversations he will have. He was ready to carve himself into the man you wanted him to be, fill the mold of your deepest fantasy. His plan was to tell you that he'll become anything you desired.

But your answers silent him. It silent him.

Never before has he heard such depth of words coming from someone he knew. Especially about him. "I don't want to love what you pretend to be. I want to love who you already are, and who you will become as we progress... I want you. And all your broken pieces," you told him, eyes boring into his frightened pairs. He was unprepared. He knew he was unprepared and did all the necessary measures to feel equipped, but he was still heavily unprepared for what you bring with you--your spirituality and honesty. Lord, did it shakened him. Heavens, his heart slowed down the very moment he heard you say it. To know someone who would love even your broken pieces, is liberating. It felt like the planets finally aligned to ensure this would happened.

Where have you been all my life?

Until it hits him. "You haven't seen my broken pieces. How can you love it?" He murmured against the coffee as he brought the brim close to his plump lips, unintentionally pressing his dimples as he lick the residue by mashing his petals together.

"I am a very difficult person to love," he darted, "I lack a lot. I don't know anything about relationships." The last one he had was when he was a teenager who thought he knew everything there is about love and relationships, but goodness, how wrong was he. That was the relationship that dictates how he was incapable of love and being loved. Foolish, you'd say if you heard his thoughts. He forgots that time do educate, and wounds do heal. "It's going to be difficult to be with me," he added again. And to be honest, there's nothing you could say in return to that. But the way he pictured himself hurts you. He felt he is insufficient enough to deserve all the finer things in life. He worries about the possibilities before it even happens, and you could tell that this man has 'stopped and turned away' many times when it comes to love. "But still. You want someone to be with you," you whispered. And it baffled Namjoon how a whisper can sound so loud in his brain than in his ear. He was going to hurt you with his denials, but you're so persistent.

"I enjoy being with you, I really do... your work ethics, your antics, your everything," you trailed, "...suddenly, the world isn't that lonely anymore, now that you're here."

Your galaxies matched each other. Destined to meet, and you were hoping that he felt the same way. But his walls are the toughest to be brought down. Little did you know, he made you an exception. Because that rainy night by the tiny window, Namjoon spoke to the moon about possibilities without filters, without the tough exterior and bare his soul open while you watched the same night of clustered stars. "I met someone I don't think I deserved. Is it possible that I was allowed to have this person?" he pauses, setting his hand behind him as he sat on the floor next to the couch you have in your living room, with you. "Can I be greedy and want something I don't have confidence of keeping? Can I have this person?" his voice gets softer and he brought his face close to you, waiting for you to turn and face him. You were smiling gently like you knew the secret the moon told you. His lips parted a little and he whispered, "Can I have you?" He gulped while he waited for your answer. And underneath the moonlight, you both shared a lip-lock that would put Romeo and Juliet to shame.

It was a tantalizing sprinkle of confettis and glitters when your lips met his. A simple gesture of love that meant more than the lustful ones and you knew then, that this man loved you for you. Linking your forehead together, just enjoying the after bliss of a heartfelt confession--celebrating the innocence of two knotted hearts.

His insecurities is one of the many things you were married to. When you chose to spend your life with him, you chose to love his good as well as his bad. And frankly, he did the same.

Namjoon kept in track of your aunt's family. Took the initiative to contact them through messages because you had to work. He knows that once you're inside the clean room (a room free of particles necessary for reconstitution process) you won't be able to come to the phone. You usually text him before you did. "Babe, I'm gonna go in now, I love you..." You left a voice message for him, and he replied with a red beating heart emoticon before texting your aunt. Namjoon is going to call them a taxi and have the driver send them to the apartment you share with him. But they haven't even gotten into the plane. Namjoon ensured that the whole house is vacuumed and filled the fridge with drinks and good snacks. There's lego pieces for your nephew to play with when he arrives. Namjoon heard that he breaks everything he touches too. He was looking forward to meet him.

The reconstituition process will take awhile. The previous pharmacist didn't finish the paperwork and didn't do the needed calcuations for the batch that needed to be delivered today before she leaves, so you were left doing that alone for hours. That irresponsible act had extended your working hours, annoyed you to the max and you're trying not to curse out loud with your assistant around, handling calls from angry doctors and nurses who are demanding answers on the late delivery of the bags they ordered. Through the intercoms (the only communicating device available in the clean room) beeped and you tipped your head at it from the inside. Your assistant, Hoseok asked, "Boss, are you alright? You need a bathroom trip? A phonecall to make? I'm bored out here alone..." His husky voice wasn't filtered at all. And you pressed the intercom to reply, haughtily, "I don't want the hassles having to do the scrubbing process all over again, so that's a no from me. Do I look like I'm having fun in here to you?" You snapped.

"I was just asking to be nice..." he whines, "There's this one doctor I don't want to talk to. He is from Ward 8B and his staffs are mean. That's why nobody wants to take the regiments in queue from that ward." He added. "...You can't nitpick on wards, because at the end of the day, we serve the patients. Being biased does not help in this situation. Even though they prove to be difficult, take that as a challenge... " you said in a nurturing voice, while syringing out Doxorubicin vial and into the infusion bottle. "Inspiring, no wonder they made you come here..." Hoseok sighed into the intercom. "Hoseok," you called, "...I hear the phone ringing, from outside" you sang and you saw him from the glass barriers, dragging his feet outside, jumping in place cutely because that's probably an enquiry call from Ward 8B. You prayed that you made it out alive before your aunt touches down, but you also understand that if you rush things, errors could happen and you want to be home, in one piece.

With the passing hours, he has heard nothing from you and he is growing anxious. You both had a long conversation about it.

About you having to be in Chemotherapy department. One of the issues were, medical staffs in that specific department are not advised to conceive as long as their service there. And Namjoon's parent have told you about wanting grandchild this year, if possible. It has been five years. "That's now what you should worry about..." Namjoon held you close, wrapping you in blankets. "This is necessary for your advancement, and we're still young, we can have children when we deem is right, this is our life and we take charge of it..." He reassured you with calm and soothing whispers. You sniffed, "...but we can't have kids for like a year, and, they'll ask about it in our next family gathering, and I won't know what to say because I promised that it will be soon...that you and I are going to," you choked, voice breaking in tears, sniffed again and, "...that we're gonna have babies, and then this letter came," you throw the letter next to your feet and Namjoon catches it and fold it neatly, place it aside, hugging your head.

Namjoon hushes you, smiling widely. "Look, we've waited more than five years to be together, I think we can definitely wait another five," you heard him say. "I'm sorry..." you gripped tighter to his collar. "...Okay you need to stop, this comes with the job, sweetie, it doesn't make you less of a hot wife," he chuckled and you smiled grimly.

Take the good with the bad, remember?

"...can I ask you to be in your white coat, the next time we're having woohoo hour?" Namjoon purred. "No...that's my work attire," you shot, in nasally voice. "...But why not," he whined. "...Because I need to work in these, and it has to stay pure. Because if we do woohoo with me in this, it's all I think about later, and I have to focus and be professional," you explained. "Oh," he feigned an acceptance and replied, haughtily, "...it's not okay for you to woohoo in your work white coats but it's okay for us to woohoo in my work studio? Where in the woohoo law is that legal?" He protested. You giggled, "...should we woohoo in the clean room, if you want to get even." Namjoon looks at you suggestively.

"Absolutely not, clean room is kept cold so that no bacteria cultivates. You're going to raise the temperature just by being there," you shook your head. "Are you indirectly implying that I'm hot?" he smirked, poking your sides until you jolt and tickle fight began out of context.

Namjoon called your aunt when he figured it was right, and she chirped against the phone, in a motherly voice, "...I think I saw the taxi," reading out loud the plate numbers and Namjoon deemed it was correct. They'll be arriving in an hour or so. Shortly after that call ended, you reached him.

"I'm finally out of the freezer, I can't believe I was thrown into a disorganized clutter piece of department I was holding back curses the whole time, I just want to be home, but I need to pee first," you called and he replied, "...look at you, just this morning you were being all worried about not being able to perform, now you already sound like a boss." Namjoon gushes proudly, making his way down the hall outside and stabbing the elevator button, going down. "...you have no idea. The tools were kept uncalibrated, records were scattered in multiple files, and schedules aren't updated, it was a nightmare. Good thing was Hoseok, the assistant I was scheduled with, today, who are very keen to learning although is pretty unexperienced with dealing with difficult neighboring departments, but he's progressing," you sighed and he can hear you shut the bathroom door. "Are you peeing as we speak?" He asked out of curiousity. You sat on the toilet bowl, "...no," and then, "...now I am. Feels so good." You moaned and it sent chills all over Namjoon's body.

The power you had over him, is unfathomable. Even through the phone, he was floored by you. "I can't wait for you to come home," he sighed. "I've been away for like ten hours, chill," you flushed and walked to the sink nearby, ran your hand underneath the running water, "...did you clean the house?"

"I most certainly did, and I did a pretty good job," he hikes a breath in, "...so I would like to ask for a small token of appreciation."

You rolled your eyes because you already know that this was going to happen. "...What, what do you want?"

He smirked as the door to the elevator opens to the lobby area, "I want a picture of you in a white coat, and nothing else before you get home." End call.

Kinky fucker. "What makes he think he has the right to demand... especially when I haven't seen the result of this 'cleaned house' he was talking about..." you muttered to yourself. Your eyes fidgets to the staffs' changing room, and blinked away. "Hoseok, I'm gonna use the changing room for awhile..." Hoseok poked his head and tipped his glass, "...sure."

Between the walls we barricade for each other, we accept their family, their relatives, their weakness and strengths.

Like Namjoon is welcoming your relatives warmly, already holding hands with your nephew and carrying him in his arms. You drove home, certain that he had done all he can to help you.

Because as a home, you don't choose who resides in them. When trust and loyalty is established, you have a persistent partnership. But the material that enhances and ensure the cemented foundations of a home, is most definitely, compassion and devotion. Namjoon is your home, like you are to him.

"Home is not a place, but a person. They keep you sheltered," Namjoon reminded you, "...they are wall of ours. Our little galaxy."

Namjoon liked his token of appreciations a lot. A lot- a lot. Like, hella. But having to keep it quiet while your relatives are literally next door, is definitely a challenge.

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ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ | ᴋɴᴊ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

◦ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ :: demon!namjoon x human!reader ( f. )

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You slowly sipped the chai tea the man thing prepared for you. You were cautious — what if he poisoned the sweet drink and had plans to sell your organs on the black market?! You stared at him, eyes meeting with his own as he sipped his tea. The horns on his head and the wings on his back looked oddly familiar. Kinda like the thing from your dream last night. You lowered your teacup, placing it on your lap as you stared him down.

“So, what are you?”

A soft chuckle parted from his throat, shaking his head a little before taking another sip from his cup. But your expression did not falter. When his eyes met yours again, his brows furrowed.

“Wait, you really don’t know?”

You shook your head from side to side.

“Hm, I thought all the descendants were told the story…” He mumbled to himself. He shrugged, figuring a generation or two might’ve skipped out of it. He took another sip of tea before he spoke. “I’m a demon.”

You choked on the liquid you were about to swallow, almost compelled to spit it out. You managed to force it down. “What?!" You asperated. "Those aren’t real. Just myths…, like angels, heaven, hell, and such!”

“Nope, those are all very real.” He stated simply.

You stared at him for a moment — eyes examining his face for a twinge in his lip, or wrinkling of his nose, something to show that he was lying. But there was nothing. In fact, he held your gaze before finally breaking away to pour himself some more tea. You suddenly burst into laughter, ignoring the dull ache in your abdomen. He glanced at you, confusion subtly spreading on his face.

“Is this Dave? From exhibits?”

You had his full attention now. He set down his teacup and stared at you, blinking a couple of times. “Uh, no?”

“This is probably your best joke yet! Did you get the whole office in on it?” Maybe last night wasn’t a dream and just an elaborate practical joke. That’s the only logical reason, right? “And this costume? Top tier.” You reached your hand out to touch his horn, but the man grabbed your wrist before you got too close.

Was the tea old? He thought as he stared at your smiling face. Perhaps it was a coping mechanism. Your brain was failing to grasp all the information you were being dumped.

“I’m not Dave.” He said before releasing the grip he had on your wrist.

“Oh, you’re dedicated to this role, huh? Maybe you chose the wrong career. You should’ve been an actor!”

The confusion within him only continued to grow. Did you really hit your head that hard when you fell off of the bed?

“Who the fuck is Dave?!”

Your eyes traveled down to his chest. He was absolutely ripped like he could bench 300 pounds easily. His tanned skin was on full display, even sporting an 8-pack. “Jeez, I never would’ve assumed you were this ripped. Drop the workout routine!”

“I’m not fucking—” There was suddenly a loud crash coming from somewhere outside the room. He turned his head in that direction, staring at the door for a moment before quickly getting up. “Get behind me.”

“What was that? Did you hire an explosion tech too??”

He let out a deep sigh, swearing softly to himself. You weren’t going to make this easy for him, were you? The door then flew off its hinges, prompting the man to quickly change its path with a wave of his hand. You suddenly felt a force around you, lifting you off of the bed and placing you on your feet behind him. There was a slight breeze that hit your face as his wings spread out. You stared at his back, seeing how the wings went into his skin by his shoulder blades.

You fought the thought of this being real as you peeked your head out over his shoulder. You had to stand on the tip of your toes just to be able to see. Your eyes met with another man. His blonde hair was nicely styled and his bright blue eyes stood out against his olive skin. And when he smiled, you swore you could see his teeth sparkling in the dimly lit room.

“Ignatius,” he said in a voice that oozed sex appeal. He was so dreamy that you were almost compelled to take a step towards him. “It’s been a while, good friend.” He took a step into the room causing Ignatius’ wings to stiffen.

“You know we’re not friends, Jimin.” He lowered his voice until it was close to a growl. You didn’t even think his voice could get lower.

Jimin’s pink lips formed into a pout, feigning sadness as he mimicked a tear rolling down his cheek with his fingertip. “You’re so hurtful. I thought you’ve would’ve been nicer considering it’s your first time on the surface.”

He took another step forward, prompting Ignatius to push you further behind him with his wing. Now you couldn’t see over his shoulder, blind to what was happening ahead of you.

“Give her to me.”

“Over my dead body.”

Jimin paused for a moment before shrugging. “I mean, that could be arranged.”

There was suddenly a gust of wind coming from east of you. It was so strong it knocked you off of your feet completely. Where the hell was this wind coming from? Both of the windows in the room were behind you, and from what you remembered, they were closed. Just before you fell to the ground, Ignatius turned around and caught you. He picked you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his hips as his arm secured you to him.

“Hang on,” he said. Your arms wrapped around his neck and locked your ankles against his back. He ran forward, placing his free hand on the back of your head as he jumped through the window. The sound of glass shattering caused your muscles to tense, and you felt the feeling of falling before it suddenly stopped. His wings carried you through the air. He removed his hand from the back of your head and aimed it behind him. A red flame engulfed his palm before it shot off at the wood cabin, causing it to burst into flames.

Ignatius kept his eyes ahead as he flew through the sky. His main priority was keeping you safe, no matter what the cost. You held onto him for dear life. Would now be the wrong time to tell him that you were deathly afraid of heights? You assumed he got the message as you squeezed his body tighter than necessary. Your eyes shut tightly, hoping it would make this impromptu air trip go faster. What the hell was happening? Why was life suddenly like some kind of Supernatural show, and you were stuck in the middle of it? Everything was fine, everything was normal, up until last night.

You felt a gust of wind against your face, causing Ignatius to wobble in the air a bit. When you opened your eyes, you saw the blonde guy from before, and he was following close behind you. The wings that sprouted out of his back were covered in white feathers compared to Ignatius’ onyx ones.

“This big ol’ mean demon isn’t going to do nothing but hurt you, doll. Don’t you want to come with me instead?” Jimin shouted as he raised his hand, another gust of wind caused Ignatius to wobble again.

He steadied himself rather quickly. His upper lip twitched with annoyance as he listened to the words leaving Jimin’s mouth. “Don’t listen to him,” he said, his voice appearing in your head. “The world isn’t what it seems.” You yelped softly as he did a 180 to face Jimin.

“Be my eyes for me.” He said.

“W-What?!” Be his eyes? You barely wanted to keep your eyes open.

“Just make sure I don’t fly into anything, or we’re both fucked.” The hand he had placed on your back was removed causing you to tighten the muscles around his body. You forced your eyes to stay open despite how much you wanted to close them. All you could see were clear blue skies and a forest landscape below you.

Ignatius clasped his hands together before slowly pulling them outward to create a sphere of flames. The farther his hands got, the bigger the ball grew. He held his hands in place, watching Jimin’s fingers keenly. And as he predicted, he aimed another gust of wind towards him. Ignatius quickly aimed his ball of flames downwards. The heat from his attack threw Jimin off, causing the wind he aimed at the two of you to miss completely. The fire caught onto Jimin’s pants, making him stop for a moment to put it out. But Ignatius was quick, turning around and flapping his wings just once before shooting you through the air.

His hands returned to the small of your back and underneath your thighs. “Do you have somewhere for us to go?” He asked.

“Um, an apartment?”

“Where is it?”

When you arrived at your apartment complex, he landed on the fire escape. He opened up the window to your bedroom and helped you inside, following after you. You collapsed onto the ground, completely shaken with fear from being so high up for an extended period. Ignatius took it upon himself to glance around your room. You had a few candles placed on your dresser, along with some random clothing items strewed about. There were no signs of any weapons.

“Can you fight?” He asked.

“W-What?”

As he went to reach for something off of your dresser, his mouth hung open slightly as he was about to form a sentence, the air from in his lungs was stolen away. He gasped for a second, his throat becoming more restricted. What was this? Why couldn’t he breathe? He glanced over at you curiously, and the dots connected in his head.

You had your fingers tangled in the furry rug placed on your floor, gripping onto tightly. You were taking quick, shallow breaths as you stared at one spot on your carpet — a stain from years ago when you first moved in. You were never able to get it out. Tears fled from your eyes uncontrollably, and the bones in your body froze. You were slowly becoming a prisoner of your own mind.

He choked out your name, his chest tightening as he took a step towards you. But the lack of oxygen in his blood caused him to collapse, joining you on the ground. He called out your name again to no avail. The burn in his chest was becoming unbearable, and with the last strength in his body, he pulled you towards him. The feeling of his hands engulfing your face as his thumbs gently stroked the apples of your cheeks was warm. Surprisingly warm, and oddly comforting. It coaxed you out of the jail cell your mind was attempting to put you in.

“You need to breathe.” He said without moving his lips. His voice was in your head, gently instructing your body until it cooperated. The eight on your chest was lifted, finally taking proper breaths. The burn in your lungs subsided as he wiped the tears staining your cheeks.

He let out a breath of relief, hands falling from your face to run through his hair. He leaned against your dresser as his eyes fluttered close. He took deep breaths of the delicious air he was robbed of. You sat across from him, hands in your lap while your mind was in a complete haze from its losing battle with anxiety. It was all too much for you. Just yesterday you were coming home from your boring office job and would’ve had a perfectly boring night in with a homemade slushie. But you just had to take your friend up on her offer. You just had to try and be a social butterfly, right? Couldn’t keep yourself from trying something new and exciting, something other than your boring normal. And now here you were, death almost capturing you twice had it not been for this big hunk of flesh sitting in front of you.

Maybe a thank you was in order. Had it not been for him taking a sudden interest in you, you would’ve bled out in that abandoned building with the cult. You opened your mouth to form the words, but he spoke again.

“Listen, I don’t have much time.” His eyes opened to look at you. “I need you to take a self-defense class and learn to fight. They’ve seen your face, and they’re not gonna stop looking for you until they have you.”

Your eyes grew wide. Why were you suddenly wanted? And why did he make it sound like such a bad thing?

“For now, take this.” He held out his palm before a necklace materialized from thin air. He placed it in your hands. It had a gunmetal silver chain with a pendant to match. The pendant had carvings engraved into its, similar to the lines that were painted on the floor.

“It needs your blood to activate it. Whenever you’re in trouble, just put some of it there and I will come. OK?”

You nodded your head slowly, staring down at the piece of jewelry in your hand. You had so many questions swirling around in your head, but you didn’t know which was more important to ask first. What is happening? Why was tour blood so special? And why did those things what you?

Just as you raised your gaze to look at him, he was gone. Only embers remained in his place, delicately dancing around the air before finally going out as well.

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ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ | ᴋɴᴊ | ᴏɴᴇ

◦ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ :: demon!namjoon x human!reader ( f. )

◦ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ :: 18+

◦ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ :: supernatural/fantasy, demon!au, mature content, strangers to lovers

◦ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ :: 2.1k

◦ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ :: violence and gore - cut with a knife, blood, implied kidnapping, implied drugging, implied murder

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You opened your eyes slowly, lids still feeling heavy as your vision swayed slightly. God, your head was killing you. You glanced at your surroundings. Where were you? Wherever you were was dark, the only light coming from candles placed directly across you. They were positioned in a circle on the ground, surrounding some kind of marking on the floor. You couldn't make any sense of it, though. Even in the low lighting, the building looked decrepit. The plaster amongst the walls was cracked and exposed in various spots. Wooden beams that had fallen from the ceiling rested on the floor, seemingly untouched for years. The place looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

You found some strength to try and move, only to feel resistance. You glanced upwards, seeing your wrist bound together above your head. What in the world? You tried to wiggle your feet as well, feeling the same resistance. Why were you tied up? How did you even end up in this place? You closed your eyes and tried to think. Everything was so foggy. You remembered your friend picking you up after inviting you to a party. The drive was long, somewhere out on the island, she said. Even so, you remembered arriving at a house, having a few drinks, and then… What happened after? Why was there a chunk of your memory missing?

When you opened your eyes again, you were greeted with a warm smile from your friend. She was OK! But, how come you were the only one tied up? As you opened your mouth to ask a question, she promptly cut you off.

“I’m glad you’re finally awake, Y/N.” Her hands were held behind her back. And though there was a smile on her lips, something felt off with her energy. “I was sups worried that I may have put a little too much in your drink!” She giggled.

You were…, drugged? By a close friend? Your wide eyes stared down at her. This had to be some sick joke. How could you be associated with someone like this? You noticed she had changed — switching out her bubblegum pink dress with a dark cloak that hid her shape. There was movement in the background now, more people in the same cloak surrounding the candles that were on the ground.

You then felt a sudden pressure in your abdomen, causing the pain receptors inside you to go crazy. She was cutting you, pushing the knife into your skin until the barrier broke, then watching as the liquid spilled from your body. You dug your nails into your palms, letting out a scream that echoed throughout the room. The knife continued to move against your skin, cutting from one hip to the other. A distasteful line to scar your body for life. The others in the room cheered like fans at a sports game to the sounds of your discomfort.

You could feel the weapon removed from your body. Your throat was raw now, your voice finally giving out after feeling like hours of screaming. Your head hung. Your body was already feeling tired. You watched way too many horror movies not to know what was coming. This was the end — your end. Anyone could tell you the first character seen was always tossed to the side as a nameless victim to show off the villain. You were that unknown victim.

You watched as she gathered your blood into a small bowl. The way her eyes gazed at the sight like it was something so delicious made you sick. After being content with the amount she collected, she turned around and joined the others. They began to chant something in a different language. Maybe Latin? It sounded old. You used your dwindling strength to look at the scene unfolding in front of you. They abruptly threw your blood onto the floor, it sprawling out over the markings.

Their chants continued, growing even louder. You noticed the slight flicker of the candles in front of them. Then the symbols on the floor began to glow for a second before being engulfed by a tower of flames. Your jaw dropped slightly, you’ve never seen a fire this big so close. Everyone around the circle gasped as they quickly tried to get out go the way. Some fell, tripping over their own feet, while others had the widest smile playing on their lips as excitement filled their body.

The fire soon died down, and your eyes caught someone — no, something — inside of the flames. As the flame continued to give away, a large man was standing in the middle. His skin was the color of the blood you had lost, and he was lacking a shirt. His pectorals and abs glazed in a shiny coat of sweat as his chest heaved up and down slowly. Through his midnight hair, you saw two horns curl out of his head. They were also red but faded to a dark color towards the ends of them. He suddenly outspreads his wings, putting an end to the dying flames that surrounded him. His wingspan was about the length of an SUV, covered in black feathers.

The people around him drop to their knees, bending their bodies to the floor then up again repeatedly. They were worshiping this thing, and it didn’t seem to care much. But you were watching in complete awe, forcing your eyes to stay open to take in this sight. Was it possible that your blood summoned that? How? It was just regular, AB+, blood. Then his eyes met yours, causing your body to stiffen. You could see, even at your distance, that his eyes were completely black — lacking an iris and even a sclera.

Cute, he thinks to himself as he sees your stunned expression.

You could feel your eyelids finally giving up. You were so sleepy, and you already fought your body as long as you could. Maybe if you let them close for a couple of seconds, you’ll find more strength to keep them open again. Your heavy lids shut, and when you opened them again, your view was taken up by a red hue. Now things were too blurry to make out. You let your eyes close again, and when you opened them, you saw the face of that thing. Were you underneath him? Or were you being carried? There was faint screaming in the background, but the stinging in your abdomen was too prominent for you to care. You let your eyes fall close one final time.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting a wooden ceiling. Your brows furrowed a little as you glanced around — four wooden walls surrounded you. There was a door leading to the rest of the house, you assumed, and two windows along one wall to allow daylight to stream through. There were no pictures, or even a blanket, to show who may have been the homeowner — no little things left behind to make a house a home. You assumed that you and your friend got way too drunk last night, blacked out, and crashed here. The dream you had last night was insanely vivid, and you swore to yourself never to drink that much again. Surprisingly, your head didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would’ve. As you tried to push yourself up to sit straight, you were met with a vicious pain in your abdomen. You inhaled sharply, glancing down to see a dark scar across your skin. You blinked a couple of times. It looked like you had this wound for weeks and neared the end of the healing stage. But you would’ve remembered a cut like this, and it looked like it was in the same place as your dream. You reached out to gently touch it.

“I wouldn’t move so much if I were you.”

Suddenly, there was a deep voice in your head. You jumped slightly, instantly glancing around the room. Everyone had a little voice in their head, whether it would be their conscious or just their own voice when they were reading or thinking. But this was neither. It was husky, and you couldn’t even try to mimic it if you wanted to. There was no one else in the room with you, so where was it coming from?

It chuckled softly. “I’m not in the room right now, I’ll be right up.”

“What the fuck?” You mumbled, swearing this was possibly the worse hangover yet. What did you drink last night? Or maybe it was food poisoning? Were you hallucinating? You knew that sushi from the gas station on the way there was a bad idea, but you indulged anyway. You put the back of your hand to your forehead, trying to see if you were warm to the touch. Then, out of the corner of your eye, a tall man appears in the room out of thin air.

“I brought some tea~!”

You stared at him for a moment before screaming. You scooted across the bed, away from this man-looking thing with wings and horns. You ended up running out of bed, hitting the ground with a thud. The back of your head is now like your stomach, both throbbing with pain. You picked your head up to peek over the bed. The thing that was once there was now gone. Your eyes darted around the area he was once in before you were suddenly picked up off the ground. You scream once again, thrashing your body around. All the sudden movement made it hard for the man to get a good grasp on you, resulting in dropping you on the bed.

“Stop moving so much! I’m trying to help you.” He strained as he tried to grab your limps.

You could be an opera singer with the lung capacity and notes you were hitting. You kicked your legs at his chest, not doing much to stop him. He struggled but ended up trapping your legs with his own. He sat on top of you, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning you to the bed. You both panted. You decided to give the screaming a rest for a moment as you stared up at him. You noticed his eyes, kind and deep pools of chestnut. Maybe this guy wasn't all that bad, and maybe the horns coming out of his head and the wings out of his back were all a part of some costume. Was last night a costume party, and you just didn't get word of it? His lips curved into a relieved smile as dents formed in both of his cheeks. But then you saw his teeth, his fangs being a little too sharp and long for comfort. Hence, commence the screaming once more.

“Stop it, Y/N!”

“How do you know my name?!” You hollered. “Did you kidnap me?! Please don’t hurt me!!”

The man above you tilts his head to the side a little. Please don’t hurt me, he thought to himself. But why would he…

You started to flail again, but this time you feel a tear in your abdomen. Your eyes widen as the pain began to surge through your body. You wailed, tears quickly forming in your eyes and rolling down the side of your face.

“Listen to me! I’ll help you but you need to stop moving!”

You stopped flailing around, lip quivering as you figured there was nothing worse that could come from this. The man slowly moved your hands above your head, swallowing both of your wrists with one hand. The pain is borderline unbearable, making you want to just cry out and curl up into a ball. He raises his free hand, a bright blue flame emitting from his palm and spreading to his fingers.

Your muscles suddenly tensed as you stared at the fire in his hand. “You’re gonna light me on fire?!”

He said your name in a warning tone, peering at you through lowered brows. His gaze focused on your abdomen — you managed to tear open your wound about halfway, and it was bleeding heavily. He placed the flames to your cut, and you held your breath. You were expecting an excruciating pain, something worse than what you were already feeling, but instead, you were met with a slight warmth. The kind of warmth you would get by sitting across a fire on a cold winter night. The feeling calmed you, like the flame itself was melting away the pain. Then it stopped, and all that was left was a dull ache.

“If I let you go,” his eyes met with your again. “You can’t move.” You had an odd feeling that he was worried. Was that care behind his words? “You understand?”

You nodded slowly, and he removed his grip on you. After he got off of you, he gently scooped you off of the bed and placed you in a sitting position against the pillows. You watched as he sat directly across from you. With a wave of his finger, the tray of tea floated to the bed and gently landed between you.

“Now, green or chai?"

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justimagineok · 3 years

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~ best friend Namjoon ~

4 months after YN goes to Italy and one day before Joon's birthday

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#best friend namjoon #season 2 #bts fake texts #bts #bts fic #bts fake chat #bts fake chats #namjoon scenarios #namjooon #kim namjoon #namjoon #namjoon smut #namjoon fanfic

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bangtan-spells · 7 years

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Namjoon Scenario: Catch Me.

Request: Hello bangtan spell admins can I request a story where Namjoon and the reader accidentally meet at a pokestop and become friends. They play Pokemon Go together at coffeeshops or wherever they go and Namjoon falls for her. ^___^ Thank you

Genre: Fluff

There it was. Namjoon smiled satisfied, this was his chance, he’d been rooting for this moment since he saw that pokestop, his chance to catch Snorlax had finally arrived, he rushed there while looking at the pokemon he’d been on the hunt for through the screen and before he had the chance to reach it, he bumped onto someone else.

You gasped surprised, apparently you’d been going for the same as him and in the crush Namjoon’s phone almost ended on the ground if you didn’t catch it first.

–I’m sorry…– you said with big eyes, handing him his phone. –I was coming so fast, I didn’t see you –

–It was my fault, don’t worry…– you were caressing the arm Namjoon had hit and looking at him, besides your worry, you looked as excited as Namjoon thought he should look.

–Are you here to catch Snorlax?– you asked him with a playful voice.

Namjoon laughed, at least you weren’t a grumpy one who broke in curses because of him colliding against you, and you seemed far more interested in knowing if he was also playing Pokemon Go.

He nodded with a smirk. –Aren’t you too? –

You laughed at that and Namjoon thought that you were the type of girl that would make him turn his head to look at you wherever, you were wearing tight jeans, a deep blue blouse that looked stylish yet relaxed at the same time and gray converse, definitely his type.

–It’s a tough one I must admit, but he’s going to be mine I’m telling you –

Namjoon laughed, raising his hands in a sort of defeat but with the smile still on his lips. –Let’s see about that then, ladies first–

You walked together to the pokestop and smiled when you saw what you were looking for, Snorlax standing there and just waiting to be caught by you, could Namjoon’s day get any better? He looked at Snorlax and then at you with a smile, nah, it couldn’t. He decided this was a good day.

–Please, I’m the master of catching Pokemons, don’t underestimate me Namjoon, I’m not just pretty – you laughed and took a sip form your iced mocha observing Namjoon. You had introduced yourselves at the pokestop and surprisingly hit it off really well, so you’d gone to the coffee shop next to it to grab something and chat a little more, mostly about the game.

–Nah… my collection it’s good enough, I think you’re the one underestimating me – Namjoon was an easy going guy and you liked his voice, god you loved his deep voice since you heard it.

You were a little addicted to Pokemon Go, in your defense you could say you were a huge fan and that you did it only in your free time, so far, Namjoon was the most interesting guy you’d met through the game, and the most attractive for sure. You’d willingly let yourself get caught by him and that thought made you laugh loudly, you dissimulated taking your phone to show him all the pokemons you’d caught already so he could think you were laughing because you were about to compare your pokemons and not because you were thinking things about him.

–Well… damn…– he laughed while looking at your phone, he’d moved closer to your seat and now you could see him from up close, which got you a little nervous because he was just so attractive.

–I don’t want to sound cocky or anything, but I told you – you shrugged nonchalantly, as if your heart had not raced the slightest bit by his proximity.

Namjoon was a great player himself, his collection was good too, he even had some pokemons that you didn’t, so you started to share the places where you’d caught them and the baits you used for it.

–Maybe you should come with me sometime, if you want to– he looked at you with a smirk, by then you’d noticed the dimples on his cheeks and it was just endearing, it was a nice mixture since he looked so manly and then, he also got the cutest dimples.

You were excited for your new catch, but you were also excited for meeting someone like Namjoon; it almost seemed too good to be true, he was handsome, playful, started a conversation with you and you were sitting there sharing a coffee and anecdotes about Pokemon Go, you almost wanted to ask someone where was the hidden camera. Now he was telling you to meet up again, and alright it was for the sake of increasing your collection but a start was a start.

–Maybe I could…– you said, nodding and seeming thoughtful, but internally you had already taken your decision. –I can show you some good pokestops as well, so we’ll be even –

Namjoon laughed and agreed with that, so it was a deal and one you were eager for. You traded your numbers and then you left the coffee shop, with a new pokemon for your collection and Namjoon’s contact in your phone.

Namjoon was ecstatic and telling himself to keep it together, he’d taken the lead and messaged you first so you ended chatting up a little more, about the game and about yourselves as well. He didn’t know what it was but now whenever he played, he thought about doing it with you so he’d written you to meet at the park, it was a centric point and there were three good pokestops nearby and he was maybe a little too excited for seeing you.

–Namjoon! – he heard his name and when he turned around you were coming towards him. –Hi, hope you hadn’t caught everything without me already –

You giggled and Namjoon shook his head. –Of course not, I was waiting for you – you looked at each other for a moment, he remembered you pretty but in reality pretty didn’t begin to describe you and Namjoon decided that he officially had a crush on you.

– Oh…well, thank you – you bit your lower lip with your eyes still fixed on him. –You’re such a gentleman waiting for me, aren’t you? – Both of you laughed and sat in a bench nearby. –So, what are the plans for today? –

You smiled mischievously, already on gamer mood and Namjoon loved that, your excitement was contagious. –We have three places to visit from here, then I don’t know, I guess… I guess we could grab something to eat meanwhile, they’re not that far and we can go walking, explore a little, if you want to–

Had he been too daring? Too fast? It wasn’t a date per se, he would like to, but it didn’t have to be, he honestly just wanted to hang out with you for a little without thinking about the implications or not, for now.

You stood up with a smile and then Namjoon felt relieved, you didn’t seem to feel grossed out with that idea so that was good. –That sounds like a plan, a nice one – you laughed and then pulled him up by the arm. –C’mon Namjoon, we don’t have time to lose–

He let you pull him forward and when your hands touched lightly and you giggled because of that, Namjoon decided to say nothing at all, his smile could say it all.

–Why didn’t I meet you sooner Namjoon? – you bumped your shoulder with him and laughed.

You looked pretty laughing, you looked pretty drinking coffee, you looked pretty talking with him through the phone, you looked pretty right there sitting on the back seat of the taxi with the map spread on your legs while looking at him and Namjoon was gone, he was so far gone.

–I’m the greatest thing that has happened to you, I know – he joked, hoping you thought so in reality. His words seemed to do the trick because you turned a little red then, becoming a little bashful even if you were mostly confident, teasing and playful.

You smiled and looked down at the map you’d brought for that day. This was just another one of your meetings, which had become a constant for both of you and happened more often each time. That day you were on a real hunt, going around the city to catch the most you could that day and you were currently sharing a cab, you could spend much less if you were together and you still had some places to go. You’d brought a map with you and that pretty smile of yours.

–I…– you laughed softly, shaking your head. –Don’t say that! You also passed your level thanks to me and my company didn’t you? So technically, I’m the greatest thing that has happened to you as well–

–Oh so you’re admitting it? – he bit his lip, enjoying your reaction, how you seemed to notice what you’d implied. Both of you had passed levels after meeting each other but Namjoon wasn’t talking only about that and he hoped you could take the hint.

You stood silent, just looking at him intently until you smiled. You had a light red on your lips that day and since he saw you Namjoon had been wondering if it tasted like cherry, he could volunteer to find out if you let him.

–Maybe I am – you said softly and then shrugged. –You didn’t oppose so I guess you’re admitting it too, aren’t you Namjoon? –

He nodded, only because he couldn’t talk properly if you kept looking at him the way you were doing, but he gathered a little bravery and tucked part of your hair behind your ear.

–I admit we make a great team together – he let his hand fall and it caressed lightly your cheek, the touch barely there but enough for you to feel it and smile because of it. –and great teams are meant to last–

–I hope so – you said, smiling with complicity and that something he couldn’t describe but that he found attractive like any other thing.

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namjoonchronicles · 6 years

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endearing | nj

▶ summary: Namjoon almost rarely feels insecure, but there’s something you did that made him feel like he wasn’t your go-to guy, and it made him jealous.

“How does it feels like...?”

“What.”

“To be the reason behind someone’s ultimate happiness?”

Namjoon heard the rustlings through the hallway outside from his home office and saw you dragging the vacuum to the living room while he is scrolling down his phone in black long sleeves and messy hair. The air-conditioner is turned off and the doorbell rang.

“Coming—“ He heard you left the vacuum nozzle behind and fast footsteps down the doorway to the main door. He imagined you peeking through the peephole and opened the door when you deem it’s safe. “Mr. Kim Namjoon?” The mailer politely asked. A little hesitant and unsure but delivers it well. “I’m the wife...” you said, smiling at him. Your oversized t-shirt had your collarbone on peep display and you had your hair tied lazily in a bun.

“Namjoon...” you called, and he delivered a short but weighty, “Yeah?”

“Did you ordered something from WTAPS?” You raised your voice a little, enquiring him since you want to make sure that he did purchased the item that is being delivered to him. “Yes I did...” he answered, barely heard, but as matter-of-factly. You handed the digital pen back to the deliverymen and send him on his way.

The box isn’t very big or very heavy. You carried it without a problem, to his office where he sat on his chair by his desk, sniffing. Sliding the box next to his keyboard, you placed your palm on his forehead as he looked up intently while you squinted your eyes to justify whether he is getting better or not. He gulped nervously while waiting for your jurisdiction.

“Not as warm as I thought it would be... but not good enough to send you back to work. Are you hungry?” You sat on one butt and crossed your arm while you tip your eye down his pretty little fingers as he gathered the box to be on his lap. You handed him scissors before he asked for one.

He shook his head along with his shoulders. A cute habit you find very endearing for some reason. Gee, love does make someone stupid. His lower lips jutted out while he spread the scissor blades apart and dug it on the lines hovering over the cellophane tape.

“Look at how excited you are,” you smiled and hoisted yourself off of his desk, and grabbed his chin up to face you, so you could give a rough peck on the lips. Namjoon didn’t seem to be bothered by it, at all, because you usually do this. You started gathering his books, laying around the office and stack them on top each other as you spoke, “I’m going to bring you a warm red bean paste filled bun when I come home later.” Namjoon gets occupied with the box as you tidied up his office.

Namjoon took out the plastic containing the jacket he ordered, from the box. “...come home from where?” His voice sounds nasally, and throaty, it breaks your heart to hear him having to speak at this condition. But you were more disturbed by the fact that he didn’t remember. You glanced over your shoulder at him, go on tipping toe and placed a book back in its respective position on his wall renovated to be book shelves, and furrowed your brows but pressing a smile as you say, “Out with Seokjin, to choose Taehyung’s birthday present, sweetie, I told you about it yesterday...”

Namjoon caught the tiniest annoyance in your tone but refuses to let them beading more in his judgements so he passed, dryly, “Oh. I forgot.” It’s rather difficult to stay optimistic when he knows Seokjin had been spending too much time with you. The other week, you both had lunch together. Without him.

Namjoon knew that you were there at the building and you didn’t pay a visit to his studio when you usually do. Honestly, it was not a big deal? Namjoon taught himself. He was always thinking that it would be nice if you would spend time with his close friends, but this was too much. When Seokjin mentioned that he spent a day with your female cousin, he was already sensing that you’ve probably taken the freedom and space he had given to you, rather too infinitely.

The moment Seokjin revealed to him an info he himself as a husband weren’t well-versed in, Namjoon felt much betrayed. Namjoon knows you had step siblings. But that day Seokjin finished vocal training and leisured around Namjoon’s studio, to mindlessly telling him—your husband, to relay a message, “I would really want to ask her to seek law advice when it comes to this. At this point, I’m afraid for her...”

To which Namjoon winced, “Tell her that yourself,” he was facing away from Seokjin, avoiding eye contact so he and his emotions can subside better. “I’m trying, but I couldn’t get through, to her phone...it keeps saying that it’s not in service,” Seokjin frowns at his phone before tipping his head back, slapping his knee. A loud, “Ah!” came out from his mouth, “She did mention she was going to a spa today, how could I forget.” Seokjin chuckled and smiled fondly to his phone, typing a new message saying that he’s sorry for forgetting.

She didn’t tell me she was going to the spa. Namjoon clenched his jaws.

Namjoon caught Seokjin’s reflection from the metallic toy figure he had on one of his speakers. The smile on Seokjin’s face irritates him to a certain degree. Seokjin stood up abruptly and told him he was leaving and reminded Namjoon to deliver that message to you. Namjoon came home to an empty house. So he sat with his thoughts for about an hour or so.

His mind drifts back to when Seokjin sat with Jimin in the lounge sharing a pudding, Namjoon stood eaves-dropping by the racks. “And her father told her, that if her older step siblings come over and asked her for the land gerund, here’s what she had to do... and I told her, you’ll need a lawyer for that. So I gave her a phone number...” Seokjin slurps on the pudding while Jimin exhales, “Wow she really had it tough. And all we see whenever she’s around, is how carefree she is. I can’t believe she’s going through all that shit alone. Glad she has Namjoon-hyung around.” Seokjin agreed aggressively. “I mean how can those people ask her father to pay the 10K debts that they make, they are all old enough to make their own money...why pester her and her father?” Seokjin sounded very angry. And it humbles Namjoon.

Seokjin knew all this and he, a husband, didn’t? It’s unfathomable. And who is to be blamed for this? Why haven’t you tell him all this? Were you waiting for a good time to? Why did you hide all this from him? Why does Seokjin get to have this part of you? Why even Jimin knows this?

Why not me?

He thought about it so hard that he gotten ill for it. He came down with a fever in a middle of the night last night, so you turned the air-conditioner down low, tuck extra blankets on his side, woke up at 2.30AM to make him a warm honey lemon tea for him to take. He couldn’t move and he was shedding cold beads of sweats on his forehead and halfway down his face. You had to rub your hand up and down his arm, resting your forehead in between his shoulder blades, just so he could stop shaking. The next morning you called Seokjin to inform that he won’t be able to come to work when the truth was you forced him to rest and took his phone away while he was still weak. “Are you serious right now, Namjoon... I don’t want to scold you but you’re very unfit to work and you’re telling me that you’re okay? I’m sorry, BigHit won’t collapse to ashes just because you missed a day or two. Lie down.” You strictly pressed your palm down the middle of his chest.

“I have a few more tracks to go...” he mumbled weakly, lips pale and chapped, his palm, cold and the rest of his body is extremely warm. There’s really no stopping him, is there?

“I’ll let you work from home. Where I can make sure you aren’t dying. I haven’t used my annual leaves and I’m using it for this emergency.” You shot and Namjoon blinks away to the view of the curtain, knowing that there’s nothing he could say to make you change your mind.

“I can’t believe you overworked yourself,” you stomped out of the room and Namjoon lay in bed on his back, resting his wrist on his forehead, feeling the heat, emitting from his body like he was set on fire. Half of the day is gone and he finally found the strength to move his heavy body to the chair when you were doing the laundries. You brought the basket and walked past his open door. Slightly relieved that he left the door open so you can observe how he was doing. He almost always worked with the doors closed. It helps him concentrate more but he understood that you would hate that, so he didn’t. Something about your concerns about him makes him feel good about himself. That’s something he doesn’t like to share with anyone else—your attentions.

You noticed he moved from the bed so you unravelled the bedsheets and changed to a clean one. It’s essential to keep the bed sheets regularly changed, especially when someone fell sick. It was also a habit your mother had when you were younger. “Call me if you need anything...” you sang at him, passing by the door for a bit before going inside the laundry room, and threw all the bed sheets into the washing machine before taking out a vacuum.

Namjoon answered with a groggy, “Yes.”

With his half drunken honey lemon tea left on the desk, you took the mug away when he was reaching for it. “It’s cold. I’ll get you a new warm one and don’t let it sit. It brings you no good if it’s cold, Namjoon, please listen to me.” You hummed softly and disappeared. Namjoon rested his head to the desk that’s pounding out of context, arms dangling, his nose runny but no liquid is expelled, his entire body still aches even after consuming a painkiller and there’s heat all over his eyes area, making him feel impeccably miserable. It felt like he had been hit by a lorry and survived.

If this illness had come to this extent because all he did was overthink about you and your relationship with Seokjin, he’ll have to say something about it. He would have to let it leave his guts. He’ll have to voice it out. Only then, he’ll feel better.

Question is, how should he do that without sounding too harsh and possibly ignite another unwanted fight?

You came back with a new mug and warm tea. This time you placed a plate of cookies next to it and set them within his reach, before taking the WTAPS hoodie that he purchased and fold them in your arms. “...is this for Taehyung?” You asked and patted it twice, gently. Namjoon nodded once, clearing his throat while skimming his eyes over an article he was reading, on his PC. “Knowing Taehyung’s style, I wonder if he’ll be okay with something cheaper. That boy has a very expensive taste. This costs quite a lot too, right?” You asked. “Taehyung would be grateful for anything, really.” Namjoon’s croaky voice will need some getting used to. It’s like you’re speaking to a desert monster. The thought made you giggle. A cute desert monster.

Then, this monster called your name, gently. “Hmm?” You replied.

Namjoon beckoned you to come closer when he himself stood up and made you sit on his chair and him, cross legged on the floor so he looks up at you. His large hand covered both your knees as he spun the chair so you face him.

Then his hands fall in his lap, while his eyes shot up at you. “What’s happening, sweetie?” You smiled affectionately, drinking in his entire face and beautiful soul with your eyes. “You know I love you right? You’re everything to me...you take care of me, my food, my clothes, etc. etc...” Namjoon swayed his head to either side, as he speaks. Simply dazzling. “Namjoon,” you blinked at him. And by the looks in your eye, you knew that he’s beating around the bushes. You hoped that, with a stern call of his name, he would stop, and tell you straight what he’s been thinking about.

Namjoon inhales and exhales deeply as if he’s preparing himself to drop a bomb. “It’s about Seokjin.”

Your gaze fell to your fingers in your lap, knotting the together, just as you thoughts begins to the same. “He knows things I don’t. He speaks about stuff I know you should be telling me and not him...You tell him you’re going to the spa, you didn’t tell me that. I want to have surprise lunch with you too. I want to know about your family affairs. I want to—I just, I want to be a part of it. A part of you. I want to be included...too.” He blinks twice, eyes fidgeting to the sides as if he’s made a mistake or uncertain if he made the right choice of words.

Your hand extended to caress the side of his face, affectionately. Hoping that emotions you feel for him exudes through the touches. He clasp his hand over yours, and moved your hand to his lips to kiss your inner palm. “Sweetie...” you whispered. “I just don’t want to trouble you. You have your duties. You’re piled with work, I’ll only be an inconvenience to you... I never thought that you would feel... left-out...” you sighed.

“Please trouble me. Please continue to be an inconvenience to me. When we agreed to do this, when we agreed to marry, we promised to be each other’s strength and driving force. And we were doing so well, but I got busy and you thought I won’t give you attention when you need it and it just got to this point where—,” he pauses and just by a glance, you know he didn’t have to finish his sentence for you to understand what he meant, so he quipped, “But don’t give Seokjin, my job. You can talk to me about anything... I’ve talked to you about stars and constellations at 4AM—all my bullshit and nonsense, and you’ve embraced every each of it without a complaining one bit... so why won’t you let me do the same to you?” He sneezes. Very loudly.

You hurried to grab a tissue box and handed one to him. “My poor sweet baby angel,” you murmured, “I’m starting to think that you got sick because you’re jealous.” You chuckled. He opens his mouth to say something only sneeze again. “I am.” He sniffed, voice all nasally from the nose block. “This step sibling thing...” he started.

You held your tongue and told him that maybe, you’ll tell him after he gets well. It’s a lot of information to process. Egos, emotional turbulence, court callings, etc. It’s just too much for Namjoon’s poor health. But you know that you have to be careful. Taking too long to tell Namjoon the whole lot will bring up uncertainties and doubts in him, and the conversation you have today, will repeat itself. You told him to stay in bed until you get home from the outing with Seokjin. You promised him some red bean paste filled bun when you get home, so he held on every word.

“It’ll be short.” You smacked his lips with another kiss while his hand sliding down your hips, butt and thigh. He stayed laying on his side hugging his favourite Ryan plushie on one side of the bed. He had painkillers, puts on his colourful rainbow socks, and a book, nearby him in case he got bored. You took his phone away with you, “I’m taking this with me. Stay put. Use the house phone to call me, here.” You placed it next to his TV remote control. “I love you. Rest well. And I’ll be home as quick as I can.”

Namjoon nodded, bundled up in thick blankets, warm and fuzzy. Only his eyes were peeping through. He mumbled something but you couldn’t hear him so you pulled the blanket down a bit, just passing his lower lip. He groggily said,

“Can you keep me close,

Can you love me, most?”

Seokjin had probably reached here already but you took a moment to sit by the bed, your hand on the edge, drowning in Namjoon’s puffy blanket while he gaze to you, intently. You giggled and glanced down to the tip of his nose, “How does it feel like?”

He asked, “What?”

You murmur, and placed your face closer to his, “To be the reason behind someone’s ultimate happiness?”

Namjoon’s hand appeared from the depth of the blanket, to you, to fix the bang of your hair with the tip of his index finger, muttering, “I could ask you the same thing.” He gave a dimply smile that you simply couldn’t resist kissing.

You love Namjoon the most. The most endearing creature in the universe.

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