#randombtsprincessa

[johobi]

Hi babe! What are the Namjooon pics that are inspiring you rn?? Me needs some fodder 🥺🥺

jfdjdjsjj all the cheeky chest peek ones from his folio 👁👄👁 oh and this

EDIT: NVM THIS IS YOONGI APPARENTLY WTF

#jo asks #randombtsprincessa

[dark-muse-iris]

Irisssss What are the Namjooon pics that are inspiring you rn?? Me needs some fodder 🥺🥺

I haven't seen any recently! 😭 I used to save pics all the time and then it felt like a waste for my phone, especially when traffic is so low.

Honestly, a lot of the fandom stuff I've seen lately is fans bashing a supreme 2nd gen girl group because they're dumb as hell, and other people sleuthing about Tae dating. So I gave it a few mins, mused about Namjoon's love children I hope exist, and then pivoted to 1) footage from the Seventeen tour, 2) Leo and Key's releases, and 3) NewJeans and IVE stages.

The photo I MISS is the one of sweaty Namjoon with no sleeves looking like he's about to do yardwork. I can't find it now. 😭😭😭

#iris answers #randombtsprincessa

[yoonia]

Hi babe! What are the Namjooon pics that are inspiring you rn?? Me needs some fodder 🥺🥺

Hellooo my sweet bubz 🥺🥺 sorry I haven't been online for a while. Oofff, I'm currently on mobile so I don't think I have a lot BUT I do have some pics that I'm using as inspiration for my alpha joon fic

Look at this perfect man 🥺

Just keeping all the important ones for.... Reference 👀

Hope you're doing well!!!

#randombtsprincessa #pretty mutual

[floralseokjin]

Hi babe! What are the Namjooon pics that are inspiring you rn?? Me needs some fodder 🥺🥺

still stuck on these to be honest😳

#message #randombtsprincessa

[hobidreams]

RAIN OMG CONGRATULATIONS THE RING IS GORGEOUS AND ALSO THE NAILS GOD YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS I AM SURE OF IT 💙💙💙💙💐💐💐💐💐

THANK YOU AHHHH 💗💗💗 idk about looking like one but i certainly feel like a princess hahaha 🤣✨✨✨ wheeeee

#rain reply #randombtsprincessa #moots

[randombtsprincessa]

Backseat of my Rover

All Rights Reserved. © RandomBTSPrincessa, Tulips98.

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Namjoon x Reader (2nd POV)

Words: 4k

Genre: Smut

Rating: Mature (18+)

Summary: You are trapped in an uncomfortable sitting position. Can Namjoon help make it better?

Playlist: banks - meteorite

Content Advisory - Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Crack, Comedy, Lap Sex, Fingerfucking, Public Sex, Accidental Voyeurism

A/N:  It's BEEN SO LONG! This is one of my Nano works and I am slowly getting back into writing! Gif by yours truly, it sucks I K

The stadium location rang with screaming ARMYs, piercing the ears of the people working without earpieces or the ones who remained backstage. You were one of them, standing just meters from the blackout drapes that hid the beloved idols once their jobs were done. Once these drapes fell, so did the men, wheezing to get oxygen into their lungs after having given it their all.

Your hands covered your ears, providing meager protection against the uproar outside. The end of the encore saw that blessed curtain falling for a few moments, letting the boys get into some warmer clothing before they made a reappearance. Towels soaking up sweat, water bottles clutched in one hand and a microphone in another, they beamed at their galaxy of lovers, cameras pointing to catch every single facet of a glance.

You wondered yet again how they managed to keep that smile going when they knew that the moment they stepped foot outside, the media would rip into those precise smiles for anything to smear them with. It was madness. But it was a madness that they worked hard for - and perhaps, in some deep, dark crevice of their soul - they even felt benefited by it. It certainly seemed to pay off every time they graced the threshold of a dignitary hoping to harness the power of a vast multitude.

Tearing your eyes from the hypnotic wave of swaying people, you turned to look at the leader of BTS.

Kim Namjoon commanded the attention of the people in the room the moment he decided to raise the mic to his mouth, taking a few puffs of breath before shouting for the fandom.

The response was immediate, renewed zeal coloring the resounding yells.

“What a night, really!” He finally began, waving a hand to his grinning members. “I am, as usual, speechless with the support that you guys always shower us with. You’d think someday I’d get used to it, right?” He aimed a wink at one of the nearest fan cameras, essentially making the woman blush and shy away. “Ah, but no, it is better every single time and it’s more every single time.”

Your hands had migrated to your mouth now, covering a sheepish smile as you blatantly tuned him out. While Kim Namjoon was in no way predictable, you had to admit that you found it - extensively - difficult to focus when he…well, when he looked like that.

Namjoon’s ash blond hair stuck up every which way where he had hastily rubbed at it. The band around his head was long gone - the stray strands that fell over his forehead doing more for his disheveled look than the carefully styled grunge do could ever hope to achieve.

You sighed into your hands, lowering them till they now clasped neatly at your front, looking the picture of a doting listener. No one was really paying any attention to you, the stage managers, directors and personnel were too busy eyeing the occupants of the stage with hawk-like precision.

BTS was no amateur, of course, but it was their job. You knew they were very good and dedicated to what they did, but you still had to put up an act just on the off chance someone was bored or distracted and caught you with a dopey look on your face.

While it wouldn’t make a difference - you would never live down the shame of it.

Besides the fact that you happened to be one of the closest friends BTS had, outside of each other, you had been enjoying certain ‘privileges’ as soon as Hybe - then Big Hit - had vetted and checked the OK next to your name.

Merch at a much lower rate discounts at the brands they worked for and tickets to any events you wanted to attend were just scratching the surface and you did not want people to think that you were getting off scot-free for things people paid through the nose for.

You did, but still…

For all you knew, there were mutters about your existence already, with you being over their homes or studios as much as you did. You would still try and make sure they knew you weren’t…being untoward with them.

You weren’t, because over everything, they were your friends, very good friends and you valued them for what they meant to you and the world at large.

That didn’t mean that you couldn’t ogle. You just did so covertly.

Plus when your job had started back up, you had even less free time to be over as freely as you had once. You now attended only when you could.

And, somehow, you felt much better about it.

It certainly put a bar over any pesky feelings that had no business being there.

Eyeing Namjoon on the stage, you sighed again.

With the end of the speeches and end moment, the curtains fell again, sweeping the boys into a dark embrace where they could be normal again, just seven men with mighty personas that ruled the world to say the most.

Jimin was the first to reach the backstage, hands shivering as he reached for the piles of water bottles. He nearly tore the cap of one, pouring water into a throat that had sang, shouted, screamed and was probably painfully hoarse.

You watched him from a respectful distance even as Hoseok joined him, the same actions exhibiting just how in need of elements they were. Seokjin, Yoongi and Namjoon remained on the stage front, no doubt deep in discussion of the concert to find out any chinks that would be addressed in their meetings later on. By the time the two youngest members joined the rest of their members; Jimin had looked up and caught your reflection in the mirror.

“____!” He cried out in surprise, eyes crinkling immediately into a beaming grin.

The call for your name drew attention from the rest of the six boys, similar yells of happy shock ringing out before Taehyung had carefully wrapped you in a bear hug. “You never told us you were coming!” He huffed.

“Yeah, I didn’t know until the last minute that I was.” You laughed, down on your feet again. You presented the small bag of candy that you had brought with you. “I got this for you all as a thank you and ‘I’m very proud’ present.”

“Oh man,” Jungkook was the first to grab it out of your hands. “You got all the good ones, this is the best.” He proceeded to tear into one of his favorite chocolate bars.

“Yah, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi and Jin said at the same time.

The Maknae paused, one cheek ballooning around his mouthful. “Wha`?”

“You just performed a very demanding set. You need water and something light.” Namjoon said calmly.

Jungkook looked down at the bar. “This is light.”

“And healthy,” Hoseok clapped the youngest on the back.

“Guys, five minutes - and then we’re out.” One of their managers poked their head into the conversation, speaking quickly and receding just as fast. Sometimes you marveled at how quick they all were.

“Right,” Namjoon nodded at the man before looking at you. “____ will come with us. We’ll drop you on the way.”

You shook your head when the rest of them agreed. “No, no, I can take a cab. You guys are all tired and need rest. I couldn’t possibly -”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate for us to let you go off alone into the night, ____.” One of their female managers came up. “We can always take you home once we drop the boys. It’s fine. Just come along.”

In the end, you quietly followed the seven to the parking lot where their SUV waited. As usual, they had to divide, a part of them going with a few managers while the rest with other staff members.

The managers were already in, cramped with equipment.

Jin entered first, followed by Yoongi, Hoseok and Taehyung. Namjoon stepped into the vehicle, grunting at the tight fit.

“That’s that.” The woman who had told you to come with said, shutting the door after Joon. She turned to Jimin, “The Rover will take the rest of you.” She said, just as the door of the SUV opened again.

“Hey, if they’re getting a separate car, I should stay with them. It’s a bit of a squeeze here anyway and you can take the others home. They need the rest.”

The woman chewed her lips, considering his request before sighing. She was probably too tired for this as well. “Fine, you won’t have to wait long. I told Sungwon to come as soon as you all came out.” She said, climbing into the place Namjoon had vacated.

The SUV waited till Sungwon came with the Rover, Jimin and Jungkook quickly filing in. You glanced into the car to see the back full of metal boxes, clearly bearing more equipment. That left…

“Ah shit.” Namjoon cursed when he looked in as well. He looked over where the SUV exited, the red tail lights blinking mockingly at them now. “Sungwon-nim, why are the boxes in this car? I thought they keep this for emergencies like these.”

“What to do, Namjoon-ssi; they had all these boxes lying about and Ara told me to pack up what I could. I didn’t think you would need the car today, forgive me.”

Namjoon was quick to dismiss the man’s apology, smiling reassuringly. Then he heaved his own sigh and turned to me.

“Jimin can sit on my lap.” Jungkook piped in suddenly, making the both of you look at him.

“Fuck you, you should be sitting on my lap.” Jimin said immediately.

“I’m way bigger than you.”

“I’m older, you brat!”

“I’ll just squeeze in the back, really, its fine.” You squeaked.

“Nonsense. If anyone should be sitting in the back, it should be one of us.”

“Should I sit in the back and one of you drives?” Sungwon added in, looking amused. That effectively stopped the bickering.

Namjoon thought a moment before muttering a ‘fuck it.’ He clambered into the empty seat. “____, you’ll have to sit on my lap. We can adjust till we get home.”

There was silence.

“Huh?” You said, trying not to look horrified.

“It’s not a big deal. Just sit till we get there.”

“Your legs are already sore from all the dancing you did today.” You crossed your arms. “I’m not sitting on you.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. “You’re not that heavy. And I’m not that weak.”

“Yeah, ____,” Jimin grinned at you. “Hyung’s been working out in case something like this happens.”

“Do you want to sit in the back, Jimin-ah?” Namjoon asked.

“____ sit on his lap, please.”

You purse your lips, looking from Jimin to Namjoon in his stubborn glory. You heaved another sigh. You were losing count of those today. “Fine.”

Namjoon had not been lying; you discovered when you proceeded to sit on him. His thighs bulged and shifted under you, muscles moving as he adjusted himself. You kept one hand on the window’s edge, keeping most of your weight off him.

“____,” He admonished when he realized what you were doing. He placed his hands on your shoulder, pressing down till you were actually sitting on his lap.

“This is a long drive, you know. I won’t let you make yourself uncomfortable for all of it.”

“Joon, be reasonable. Just let me sit in the back.”

“No. Stop being ridiculous. Just sit quietly and it’ll be over soon. You can even sleep if you want to.”

True enough, if you leaned back, you could rest your head on his shoulder but as it was, you were already nervous and on edge. So you sat ramrod straight and looked out the front, feeling Namjoon turn his head to stare out the window as they passed the now empty stadium.

The silence of the car soon became comfortable, lulling the worn out occupants of the car into sleep. Jungkook had his head leaning back on the headrest, earphones in while Jimin had curled up already in his seat, shoes off and head cradled in his arms against the side. Small snores now echoed from his side.

You wanted to look back to see if Namjoon was asleep too, to see if you could lift yourself up from him without him realizing. While it was very…kind of the man to offer up his possibly aching legs for you to flop on, you had to admit it felt cruel to do so. Not to mention…weird. You wouldn’t lie and say that you had never found lust in your heart when they wore those ridiculous costumes that (if twitter was anything to go by) made many people gnash their teeth to avoid screaming. You admitted that you stared at your friends and found them hot. But you had always kept it objectively fair.

This though…

You turned your head as best as you could; only managing to see the side of his head. You huffed, trying to move to the front so you could turn properly. Only, you were inhibited by the angle you sat in and the motion of the car. You squiggled, trying to find the best way to look at his face when Namjoon’s hands moved again. This time, they didn’t land on your shoulders. They wrapped along your waist.

“____, what are you trying to do?”

His voice was low, husky in your ear and you had to fight back the shiver it brought.

“Um, I was just checking to see if you were awake.”

“Why?”

You shrugged, not really wanting to admit that you were about to get off him. You’d sit on the floor of the car if it came to that. “I’m sorry I woke you.” You whispered instead.

“Oh, you woke me alright.” His hands were still on your waist, warm and snug, keeping you still on him when you felt it.

Oh…oh dear…

“Um, Joon?” You hedged, freezing on him when you realized that what you were feeling wasn’t actually his thigh muscles after all.

“Yes ____?”

“I think you…um, I think that you…”

“Yes? I am what?”

You refused to say it. You would not say it so you fell silent. It seemed that even Namjoon wouldn’t help you along with it.

“Turned on? Aroused?” He murmured finally when you never spoke again.

“Joon, just go back to sleep.” The…thing was much more noticeable now and this had to be the most awkward position you’d ever been in your life. You wouldn’t lie and say you’d never accidentally brushed up with their ‘bits’ ever. You were friends, it happened. But this…with his voice in your ear and his hot hands on your body…

Suffice it to say, you couldn’t wait to get home.

Namjoon ignored you. “I’m hard.” Gone was the murmur, his voice harsher against you. “And you keep squirming on top of me - that’s not helping.”

“Do you want me to get up?” You asked, careful to keep your voice down.

“No. You’re so warm and soft on me, like a blanket, why would I let you get up?” He chuckled in your ear and your neck prickled at the proximity.

This wasn’t right…

“Namjoon, you shouldn’t…” You trailed off when his hands moved, one going around to place a large palm on your front, holding you to him and the other rubbing down your leg. The slinky material of your skirt was cold in the car’s air conditioning, a startling contrast to the heat of his palm.

“Hmm?”

The skirt rose up as he drew his palm back. Your hands clutched at the window edge, trying to find some leverage to pull away from him. His hand was now under the material, hand flat against the side of your thigh. You gasped, wildly looking around at the car.

Jimin was still asleep, snores now very obvious. Jungkook still had his ear phones in but his head drooped to indicate, he too must have dozed off. You looked at the driver. Sungwon had the radio on, humming along and the seat was too high for him to notice anything behind him.

“Am I doing something you don’t want me to?”

His actions ceased immediately at his words, and in that moment you took stock of what was actually happening.

Kim Namjoon had his hands on you with one very close to the apex of your thigh. Namjoon, the man you’d felt flutters of nothing and everything for, was trying to hook up with you. Stepping away from the slippery slope that that led to, were you even equipped to handle what he could dish out?

In that moment, you were forced to pick between a jumpy but eager heart and body and the cold logical presumption of your brain that disdained the idea of you being good enough to date a BTS member. Not when they could have literally anyone they wanted.

“Joon, please,” You begged. You didn’t know what you were pleading for. Was it to keep him going? Was it to end this madness and push you both back to a place where you would always wonder of that pesky ‘what if?’

“Do you want me, ____?” Was his next question and obviously, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie.

“Yes,” You whispered, hating the way your whisper cracked on such a small but crucial word.

Even as you saw the line being drawn in the sand of your friendship with them, Namjoon took a moment to gauge your acceptance.

His fingers ran slow circles over your skin, warming your flesh in a way that had you melt further into your stupid decision. But well, you’d decided…and now you couldn’t just not go through with it, could you?

You leaned back into him, finding some solid comfort against his chest. The hand that held you to him tightened while the one under your skirt now pushed towards your center. You kept your eyes to the front as Namjoon maneuvered your body, sinking you further into him and angling you just so his hands landed on your core with the skirt covering his actions if anyone did turn their eyes on you.

“Are you sure, ____?” He asked.

“Please, Joon,” You whispered again and then his hands were inside your underwear, tips of his fingers caressing the mound. “Wait, what about you?”

“Shh, this is about you right now.” He muttered against your shoulder, breath hot. “Just work with me.”

You weren’t sure what to say. A part of you was thrilled to have him be doing this, but you didn’t want to seem as you were…taking advantage of his situation. Any other word of protest that you might have uttered died when his finger found your clit, having pushed your legs to spread over his own.

You covered your mouth when he applied pressure, considering your now lewd posture on top of the leader of BTS. And it might be hidden, but it was pretty damn obvious what was happening.

You let out a quiet grunt at the first circle of his rough fingers around the button. “Quiet, ____,” Why had you never realized how much you liked hearing your name from him? “We don’t want everyone to hear us, do we?” That question sounded too open-ended to be a real admonishment.

You bit your lips, trying to float with the way Namjoon worked you. He maintained a painfully slow pace, rubbing into your clit before alternating to pinch your lower lips closed over the nub. Your skin tingled, sensitive from the attention you were getting.

“Joon,” You turned your head to whisper to only him, hoping, praying he would have some pity. It was unbearable, sitting in a cold car with a hot hand over your most vulnerable spot, keeping you on edge.

“You want more?”

He took your squirming as a yes, hand pushing further into the panties to dip into your wetness. Tapping the wet flesh, he tracked the fluid upwards, painting the skin with your arousal for better lubrication.

“I think we can do better, can’t we?” He asked, sounding amused before his middle finger delved towards your hole.

Your muscles contracted at his proximity, Namjoon tutting once as his other hand moved as well. It fumbled under your shirt, finding its way in to cup a covered breast. “You have no idea how much I want to see you, ____. This will just have to do for now. I want you to relax, just breathe ok.”

And that was the thing about Namjoon.

It would be the strangest of things but he would be able to reassure and comfort you to such a degree that you would do anything. And so, you took a deep breath, settling against him and relaxing your body. Slowly, very carefully, you felt his digit enter you, curling some distance in.

He had to cough to cover the sound the both of you let out, his finger still in you, and your walls pulsating around him. He yanked his hand out of your shirt, grasping your neck to turn your ear to him.

“Fuck, ____, I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

You stared at him as best as you could, eyes falling to his mouth as you licked your lips in preparation. He followed the movement, grinning. “Only, let’s not, I won’t be able to control myself if I kiss you right now.” He opened his mouth as he pushed his finger completely into you, the knuckles brushing against your thighs.

He pumped you twice with one finger, gently sliding in another when he felt you relax more. Keeping your head turned towards the side where you breathed in his scent, he glanced over your shoulder, the motion of his hand visible through the fabric of the skirt.

Maybe it was you, but the wet sounds that emanated from his actions soon echoed loudly around you. Sungwon had long since stopped humming, the radio now a distant croon in the background. Jimin snorted a few times, the both of you freezing when he did but soon turned and continued to sleep. God, when would you get there already? You didn’t think you could take any more.

Namjoon had found your sweet spot a few minutes in and was unabashedly exploiting it, brushing against it to get your hackles up and then missing it entirely to rile you up. Your hands were clutching the handle, the other now in his hair.

Head buried in your neck, Namjoon panted hotly, muttering sweet nonsense to you that you could barely hear over the pounding of your blood. If you could get away with it, you’d have trashed, begged him to let you fall over the edge already. You were so close, it hurt. Your eyes fluttered close, a moan bubbling in your chest.

“Shit, ____.” Namjoon growled and your eyes flew wide open, seeing things in HD suddenly.

You were about to fall, you were toeing the line and then…

Your eyes met Jungkook’s.

His earphones were still plugged in, mouth agape as he stared at you in the mirror attached to the shotgun. The mirror must have reflected every damn thing that had happened and you had no clue how long Jungkook had been watching.

Namjoon hadn’t caught his Maknae watching, he only felt your walls tighten on him and redoubled his efforts to make you come.

And you did.

Watching Jungkook’s eyes trail down, most likely to where he could see…the activities, you climaxed.

Your core gripped Namjoon’s helping hand passionately, your juices slicking his fingers while the man pressed silent kisses to the side of your head to ease you along with it.

You slumped back against him in the aftershocks, eyes warily seeking the passenger in the front.

Jungkook’s eyes had returned to stare straight into your eyes. Gone was the wide-eyed stupefaction, in its place all you could see brewing was an alarming intensity.

Oh dear, what had you gotten into?

#bangtansorciere #thebtswritersclub #btswritingcafe #btsghostie #btshoneyhive #Silverspoon #bangtanbathhouse #namjoon smut #bts smut #namjoon fanfic #bts fanfic #namjoon x reader

[mochi13]

Recs - 7

NOTE : Some of the below mentioned items contain mature/dark themes. Please check all the warnings listed in the fanfic before reading.

JIMIN

Moonlight - @worldwidemochiguy

Just dance it off - @kookdiaries

Saudade - @jamaisjoons

Heather - @taleasnewastime

Blooming days - @bluekyun

Halik - @go1denjeon

Sidewalk sugar - @an-exotic-writer

SUGA

Wicked as they come - @caelesjjk

Big deal - @dawnagustd

You're losing me - @archivedkookie

Perpetual datejust - @jiminrings

Heart haunting - @jamaisjoons

Honey - @gguksgalaxy

Coffee dates and soulmates - @the-boy-meets-evil

Pretty puppy - @euphoricfilter

JIN

Warm this winter - @jamaisjoons

Sit.Stay. - @daechwitatamic

Base to base - @randombtsprincessa

Sunday - @here2bbtstrash

With you - @yoonpobs

Awake - @deepdarkdelights

Sweet on you - @vminity21

V

Lubricious - @jamaisjoons

The odds on us - @jimilter

Dancing with a wolf - @here4btsfics

Good girl - @suga-kookiemonster

Wanna make a movie - @gimmethatagustd

Silk & stones - @taegularities

If it's not you - @mercurygguk

RM

Business proposal - @solarwonux

All I need is one - @lamourche

Happier than ever - @ughcore

A little bit in love with you - @joonbo

Oh Christmas tree - @bangtanfancamp

The witch's red hat - @lolabangtan

J-HOPE

Magnetised - @jamaisjoons

Break you down - @sxtaep

Pas de trois - @btssmutgalore

One night & one more time - @yoongsgguktae

Even though - @monilogues

Poor, unfortunate, sold - @chimchimsauce

Absolution - @junghelioseok

JUNG KOOK

In the seom - @thvhoe

Jaded - @chasinghorizons

Spring is when the bunnies come - @ebonyinktea

Cabin in the woods - @girl8890

Kissing under the Mistletoe - @sugarwithtea

The crimson shell - @angelicyoongie

Wild thoughts - @sxtaep

Not a creature was stirring - @yoongsisbae

A dangerous game - @goldngguk

[piedpiperslists]

Jungkook Drabbles (XXXVI)

* s - contains smut

I swear I love you by @corajjk angst Summary: The end is near but you will stay for a little longer.

Long Long Time by @corajjk angst, FWB, idol au Summary: She knows he doesn’t belong to her. But she loves him no matter what.

Be My Teacher by @randombtsprincessa s established relationship Summary: You ask your best friend turned boyfriend to show you how he likes his blowjobs.

[drabble] by @here4kpopfics established relationship Summary: “I’m only here for the dog.” + “This is a one time thing.”

(Don’t Fear the Reaper) by @ugh-yoongi reaper!Jungkook, supernatural au Summary: Things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear.

The one where Jungkook gives you a tattoo by @eoieopda tattoo artist!Jungkook Summary: In which Jungkook thinks ghosts should mind their own damn business.

The one who bites and the one who doesn’t by @eoieopda established relationship Summary: In which you face the final boss: Jeon Bam.

The one with Jungkook and terpsichore by @eoieopda dancer!reader, established relationship, idol au Summary: In which Jungkook watches you pole dance & goes mildly-to-moderately feral.

The one with Jungkook, the weekender, and the impossibilities by @eoieopda angst, established relationship, idol au Summary: In which Jungkook is bad at prioritizing & somehow even worse with words.

Lovestruck by @7deadlysinsfics fuck buddies, idol au Summary: Falling in love was not really a choice; it just struck me.

Like That by @dawnagustd s college au Summary: Running into an awkward situation at a house party? Your first instinct is to hide. And because you have the worst luck, your hiding spot is already being occupied… by another awkward situation.

Pow by @hamsterclaw s Batman au Summary: Your job is to keep Gotham city safe, but you spend more of your time keeping Catboy aka Jeon Jungkook out of trouble.

Gluttony by @whatifyoulivelikethat s established relationship, idol au, PWP Summary: Kinky smut themed around a deadly sin.

You’re So Creepy by @whatifyoulivelikethat university au Summary: There are two types of people in this world: those who want Jungkook and those who pretend they don’t want Jungkook. Oh, wait. A third type? A vampire??

You’re So Creepy Part II by @whatifyoulivelikethat university au Summary: Jungkook wants to see creepy vampire girl just one more time. Just to talk. About, uh… sorry, what was the question?

#jjk list #jungkook drabbles

[smitssharon02]

Dear everyone,

Christmas is right around the corner and that means wishing everyone merry Christmas, happy holidays and a happy new year. Normally I’d send out Christmas cards, write a lil something something..I thought I’d do it like this tagged a bunch of you all and through this way I want to say:

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Not only for this year but for the past years. I feel pretty special that I got to read some of the best works, some went (sadly), some came back, and some never went away. I feel like I’ve gotten familiar with some of you, that I can come to you as the real me and not behind some anonymous messenger. I’ve started following a couple of you since mid April, beginning May of 2019 (also the year I joined the fandom) and a couple of you I followed just this year, but that doesn’t make you any less precious and dear to my heart. I love you guys equally but some just a tiny bit more. I hope 2023 will be better and brighter than this year and that you may focus a little more on your own need and mental health. I know 2 of you got engaged and one got back together. I hope that if it were to happen next your it’ll be the best day of your life’s and I just know that you’ll be looking as stunning as ever. (Even though I don’t know what most of y’all look like) my loves thank you for doing the things you do, it’s honestly one of the reasons I’m still here. So here is to another year of being (online) friends cause that what you are to me, my (online) friends, my community, my save space!

Love always,

Sharon

@hobidreams @softjeon @kinktae @yoonia @randombtsprincessa@chxnyeol @jamaisjoons @bekahbabiestay @cassiavioletblue@jkeuphoriadreamland @taegularities @world-of-bts @ughcore @inkedtae @personasintro @sparklingchim @writemywaytoyourheart

#Thank you guys a billion times

[ressjeon]

would you rather (bts ver.2)

by @astronaut-jin-moon 😍

tagged by: @vvh0adie & @temptaetions 💗

would you rather...

kiss taehyung OR hug yoongi // go on a coffee date with jungkook OR go on a dinner date with jin // have jungkook try your cooking OR have yoongi try your cooking // build a snowman with taehyung OR have a snowball fight with hoseok // go on a cinema date with jimin OR go on an amusement park date with namjoon // petsit with jungkook OR petsit with taehyung // go paris with jimin OR go to london with namjoon // spend a lazy day with hoseok OR explore the city with namjoon // go camping with taehyung and jimin OR go to the beach with namjoon and jin // get stuck in a dessert with hoseok or get stuck in a dessert with jin // have jimin pick an outfit for you OR have hoseok pick an outfit for you OR have jin pick an outfit for you //

this was so hard help

tagging:

@sketchguk @7deadlysinsfics @kookdiaries @kookingtae @hisunshiine @ilikemesometaetaes @sun-kore @raplinesmoon @yoonia @joonscypher @joheunsaram @jjksblackgf @bratkook @bangtanintotheroom @chemicalpink @hobeemin @erotikkook @dreamescapeswriting @jungk0oksthighs @miscelunaaa @toikiii @shina913 @jeonqkooks @randombtsprincessa @writtenwhalien

#tag games #moots 🥺 #i could not really choose oml

[stealth-liberal]

So, @randombtsprincessa tagged me in her Tulip Tagged Games, so here we go!

1. Three Current Ships:

1st- Sesshomaru x Sango (Inuyasha): Non-canon as all hell, but I loved this ship back in the day. My daughter has discovered anime, and I'm doing a rewatch of Inuyasha with her and rediscovered the love. Thankfully, people produce fics for this pairing.

2nd- Killi x Tauriel or Killiel (The Hobbit movies): I've been a fan of this pairing from the very moment they shared the movie screen together, and I still am now. The Hobbit was in DESPERATE need of female characters as there were zero in the book, and so Tauriel is a movie only character and their romance is movie verse only. I love the gender flip dynamics on this one. There's an age gap, she's the older one because she's an elf and he's a dwarf. There's a height difference, she's the taller one because, again, she's an elf and he's a dwarf. There is the badass and damsel dynamic, but she's the badass and he's the damsel in distress.

3. Siuan x Morraine (The Wheel of Time): I'll be upfront, I do NOT like the books, but I enjoy the TV series. This pairing has everything, longing, secrecy, tragedy, redemption, sexy hotness, and the fact that they were made for each other. This is a WLW pairing, and I am an unabashed femslasher. I guess I will take this time to bemoan the fact that great WLW pairings get next to no love in fandom while MLM pairings are panted after with an intensity that borders on the desperate. As a queer woman I say this: Tis not fair.

2. First Ship:

Kazami x Sui (NP by Banana Yoshimoto): As a bisexual girl growing up in a time where gay and lesbian representation was few and far between, there was even less about bisexuality. NP was a novel about a young Japanese woman named Kazami Kano who was struggling with, among other things like translating a short story that seems to result in the suicide of everyone who tries to translate it, the notion that she might be bisexual and that she might be attracted to and want to date a woman named Sui. This was the first time I REALLY shipped a pairing, that I invested beyond the norm in a couple. I was just so happy to see this depiction of emerging bisexuality in a young woman, that I gobbled it up. I still own this book, and every now and then, I will reread it.

3. Last Song I Listened To:

Artemis by Lindsey Stirling

4. Last Movie I Watched:

I just rewatched The Old Guard on Netflix with Charlize Theron. Can't wait for the sequel to come out this year!

5. Currently Reading:

The Ghosts of Eden Park by Karen Abbot: It's a gossipy true crime/history book about bootleggers, murder and Prohibition in 1920's Cincinnati, Ohio. What can I say? Crime is always classier when it's in the 1920's.

6. Currently Watching:

I just finished, as in yesterday, season 1 of Surreal Estate on Hulu. It's a SciFi network show about a fictional real estate agency that specializes in selling haunted houses. It's not a Ghost Hunter style show, it's a regular horror/comedy show. It's really fun and everyone should watch it. Season 2 will be released sometime this year.

7. Currently Consuming:

I just ate 3 pieces of Godiva chocolate that I got for Valentine's Day and drank a passion fruit La Croix.

8. Currently Craving:

Like any good Jew on a cold and windy day, I am craving shakshuka. Which are yolky eggs cooked in tomatoes, with peppers, garlic, other spices, and at least in my family, served over rice.

Now to tag some other people!

@bts-hyperfixation @stillthecozywhaleshark @reliablemitten @thebirdmum

[btshoneyhive]

hive birthday

it’s a very special day! we would like to wish one of our very own pollinators a super duper happy birthday! we hope you have a buzz worthy time tulips @randombtsprincessa​🐝🍯 thanks for being a part of our hive!

~ from all of us at bts honey hive  

#hive birthday

[yoonia]

Jimin fic recommendations??

Hmmm…I’m afraid I haven’t been reading a lot of Jimin’s fics lately. Below are the list of JImin’s fics I’ve read and loved (fyi, some of them are old ones): 

Wrapped Around (ft. Taehyung) by @jjkfire

under the spell of a demon’s touch by @jeonggukingdom

Mischievous Maintenance by @dark-muse-iris

please, lie to me by @ressjeon

Warm Hands (Ice Cold Heart) (ft. Jungkook) by @hobidreams

Erised by @jamaisjoons

Raise the Barre by @kpopfanfictrash

The Devil in his Details by @johobi

Body Cry by @randombtsprincessa

Everything by @kpopfanfictrash

Letters from my Lovers by @yeoldontknow

Ere by @yeoldontknow

the blue notebooks by @inktae

Some Jimin fics from my extended to-read list: 

Lose Your Head by @jessikahathaway

Love As Soft As a Distant Star by @vyduan

Destined with You by @borathae

Living Dead Boy by @caelesjjk

Desperate by @ressjeon

The Bird Cage by @untaemedqueen

Honey, I’m Home by @yoongsgguktae

Honorable mentions — personal faves from my own masterlist: 

Over Again (my very first series!)

Never Falling & the rest of the Falling trilogy

Strip! 

Blood Moon Rising

#💌 for dia #mysteriouslybluegoatee #fic rec #jimin fanfic

[hobidreams]

❄️❄️WELCOME TO THE DECEMBER ROUND OF GAMES! ❄️❄️

☃️Here's your question: What winter aesthetic would you assign to whom and why??

🛷PS. Just for Fun 😉

hi lovely !!!!! 🌸 hmmm. i'm not too good with picking visual aesthetics so lemme just write down what comes to my mind whenever i think of each member in terms of winter:

joonie: big sweaters, cuddling, it's currently snowing outside but softly, pressing cold nose tips together, sharing one giant scarf or those couple mittens LOL, SNOW DUCK

jinnie: crackling wood fireplaces, brushing hair out of your eyes with tender fingers, wide smiles, burrowing chins into fuzzy turtlenecks, the smell of something delicious cooking on the stove (and helping warm the entire place)

yoon: snuggling under layers of blankets on the bed, holding hands while sitting in front of your desks/computers "for warmth", cozy beanies, leaning on each other in front of a window with your eyes closed; beats of new music thrums while snow piles up outside

hobi: shopping for family and loved ones, piling scarves on each other until you're drowning in yarn and falling over from laughing too hard, slow dancing (swaying from side to side lol) in front of the fireplace channel on your tv, having an impromptu "sleepover" in your living room with a starry night projector

jiminie: throwing snowballs, laughter echoing off the snowy landscape, going to an animal cafe (cat/bunny/etc), for some reason i have this very specific image of him holding your hand and dragging you off to a christmas light show

tae: soft r&b music in a warm room, chocolate strawberries, holiday parties with all of your friends, his arm secure around your waist as you sip a festive drink, pressing foreheads together in front of the flickering light of a front door and not wanting to go "because it's cold"

kook: hot chocolate, marshmallows, sparks of a bonfire, he's singing your favorite song in the sweetest voice as he decorates the place, getting holiday pictures of you printed to display in his parents' house, loud karaoke nights with all your friends, his head in your lap as you watch your favorite movie for the billionth time

#I CANT EXPLAIN IT #THESE ARE THE VIBES I GET #rain reply #randombtsprincessa #moots #how fun!! #my grammar is all over the place here uhhh #y'all get what i mean #these got really specific the more i wrote LOL #i guess i could assign different stages of a relationship to them too #like jinnie would be husband/established relationship #whereas jiminie is very friends to lovers but in the friends stage rn #👀

[randombtsprincessa]

Bewitched Fools || 02

All Rights Reserved. © RandomBTSPrincessa, Tulips98.

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Words: 5.2k

Genre: Arranged Marriage AU! Pride & Prejudice AU! Angst, Smut, Fluff

Rating: Mature

Playlist - moplush - We In The Dark (ft. svtxri & subvanity)

Chapters: 01 

Heavy sets of metal weights clanged behind you, your hands undoing the protective wraps from around your knuckles and grabbing your water bottle as Jisoo came to join you, her pretty face red and panting.

“How long has it been? I feel like I haven’t trained since…”

“My wedding,” You guzzled water sloppily, leaving your best friend to shrug at your words.

“That’s only been like…a few weeks? I should not be this useless. How did your set go?”

You removed the sipper from your mouth, thinking back to the reps you’d tried to do today. It had been simple; cardio, core and basic weights to get the juices flowing back again. You’d sweated through the inclined run before a trainer had gently but firmly told you to tone it down.

You could feel it in your thighs now, but…

“It was ok. Not horrible, could be better…you know how it is.”

She clicked her tongue at you.

“Are you going to swing by my place? My parents have kinda been bugging me about seeing us together.”

You hummed, both of you swinging your gym bags up on your shoulders to exit the sleek glass and metal walls.

Going to see Jisoo’s family was a tempting offer - definitely a sight more tempting than visiting your own folks.

Jisoo’s parents were laid back, down to earth and cheerful people who you would’ve dearly loved to exchange your own…ok, your mom, for. You were pretty sure you might have drunkenly begged Jisoo to adopt you once in college.

There were no strict expectations, no restrictions, no pressure to stay amid the high society, literally…none of the tight leash atmosphere you had grown up in.

Jisoo had been free to pick her major, her career, her boyfriends were met with open wariness instead of suspicion and hostility and best of all; Jisoo’s marriage was her own business.

And despite the maneuvers of your mother to find you a groom as soon as Yongsun was settled, you were proud to say that Jisoo married her long term boyfriend first. You had two different points of view on marriage now as you dealt with your relationship drama.

And though you loved your sister and brother-in-law, you’d pick Jisoo’s experience.

Of course, all of that fell flat on its face of course, because your wedding and subsequent marriage was way out of the leagues of Yongsun and Jisoo. You had deliberately and knowingly picked your marriage, and well…you were going to lie on that bed for all to see now.

So much for role models.

“I don’t think I’ll come by today, Soo. I’m not up for putting on the act at the moment.” You said, raising your water bottle for another swig.

To her credit, Jisoo nodded in understanding. “I feel you. How has it been? We haven’t gotten a chance to properly talk over the phone.”

You snapped the sipper into the bottle cap, considering your answer carefully. The few days after your wedding and into your marriage were in no way easy to condense in an answer. You would either worry your best friend, or send her into an overdrive. And you had no energy to deal with either.

“It’s fine, I guess.” You mumbled, before turning to her. “What about you? I haven’t heard anything about you.”

Jisoo shot you a look, but conceded to telling you about her husband, Taeyang regardless as you walked to your respective cars.

Just as you got into your new Audi, a wedding gift from your new husband, Jisoo leaned in through the window. “You know that’s not always going to work, right?”

You stashed your things into the passenger seat, giving her a confused look. “What’s not going to work?”

“The evasiveness; Taeyang isn’t always going to have something new worth talking about.” She rolled her eyes but you spied a touch of resigned fondness in them.

“I’m not being evasive.” You leaned against the steering and started the car. “I just really have nothing to report. Nothing from my parents, Yongsun or even…” You didn’t say Namjoon’s name. It still felt odd to refer to him by his name and not just Mr. Kim.

“Right,” Jisoo patted the top of the car. “Get home then, we still have classes to look forward to. Nice car, by the way.” She blew you a kiss before walking away to her own car.

You waited for her to pull out of the parking first, the car idling until you followed.

The Audi swept out of the gym elegantly, your fingers nervously tight on the wheel. You wouldn’t say you were uncomfortable with the idea of the fancy car (you were a little surprised by the gift) but you were definitely very aware of the attention it brought you now.

The car had been waiting in the parking lot of your new home the day you were to visit your parents, the raised eyebrows of your mother and her smug sudden calls to the neighbors unmissed by you and your father.

You turned a street, sighing as you thought back to your wedding night.

You sat on the sofa a long while, just eyeing the door that had shut your brand new husband in. Just the thought of calling the man your husband was enough to race a shudder down your spine.

You were sure you would always retain some shock over his position in your life. Would he feel the same? He hadn’t even said anything to you through your wedding. And this interaction could hardly be called that.

You glanced at the blackened TV screen, deciding against turning it on. Clearing the coffee table, you ambled back to the master bedroom, the bed too big for you. You jumped on it regardless, starfishing yourself along the corners of the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Married, you are a married woman now. And not just any married woman…you were Mrs. Kim Namjoon now. You were married to one of the richest and most powerful men in the city, perhaps even the country. You were supposed to know the man, like even if not love. Yet, you hadn’t spoken to him even five times.

It made no sense.

You closed your eyes.

The parking valet nodded cheerfully when you entered the building, allowing you to exit the car with your gym bag and bottle before driving it down to the lot. You paused at the entry, looking up the imposing building.

The sleek limo stopped in front of the towering building. You glanced up from your phone, first at the concrete structure and then at your new husband. Kim Namjoon removed his own gaze from the digital diary he held to the building before reaching towards the talk button on his side.

“Just here’s fine, Sungjin. We’ll head in from here.”

You watched Namjoon pocket the device and step out of the limo. You waited a second before reaching for the door handle yourself, the driver - Sungjin already at your side. You gave him a smile for his help, following Namjoon into the place.

He stood at the concierge’s desk, already speaking to the man who nodded along before giving you a polite smile. “Welcome, Mrs. Kim, it’s a pleasure to have you here.”

He didn’t emphasize where ‘here’ exactly was supposed to be but you smiled back nonetheless.

Namjoon muttered something else to the man before walking over to you. “Right,” He said, one of the first words he’d spoken to you since your wedding. “You’ll want to go upstairs now. Get settled in. The concierge has your key to the elevator. He’ll explain how it works. I’ll see you later.” He began to turn around.

“You’re not coming with me?” You blurted out.

Even as Namjoon paused, looking back at you, you had mentally smacked yourself. What did it matter if he was going to come upstairs with you or not? You had no acquaintance with the man whatsoever. It was silly to rely on a near stranger for any support.

“No.” He said at length. “I have some work to do at the office. I missed some days due to the wedding preparations. I’ll see you later.” He tilted his head, missing your eyes and marched away through the open doors the doorman held ready.

You stared after him, wondering what role he had played in the wedding prep at all.

“Ma’am, shall we?”

You nodded absently at the concierge, following him to another hallway and riding the elevator up. At the top, he pressed the key in your hand. “I hope you have a pleasant day, Ma’am.”

The glass and steel doors opened to reveal gleaming white marble and dark walls. You took a step forward, hearing the elevator go back down, carrying the concierge back down as you stood there listlessly with a large key hanging from your hands.

“Good morning Mrs. Kim.” The voice made your head turn to the tall windows. A prim woman stood near the sitting area, her hands clasped to her front. Her neat skirt coat told you absolutely nothing about her but you definitely knew that this couldn’t possibly be Namjoon’s mother.

“Um, hello.” You said.

“I am Jung Ida; Mr. Kim’s housekeeper. He let me know that you will be arriving and that I was to welcome you, show you your new home and to help you become comfortable.” She didn’t smile, but there didn’t seem to be any hostility in her eyes. At the very least, they didn’t hold any confused judgment. If she wondered what Kim Namjoon saw in you, she hid it well.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t know there was going to be someone waiting for me. You don’t have to worry about getting me settled.”

Her lips twitched.

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs. Kim. Please, follow me and I will show you the penthouse.”

Ms. Jung talked as she showed you around. The living room, dining, kitchen were huge and modern, with gleaming amenities. There was an emergency staircase leading downstairs incase of a fire and a huge spiral led up to the second floor.

“This door here leads to Mr. Kim’s study. It also leads to the bar but you can access it from the staircase room.” She said, showing you a set of double doors near the dining room. You tried not to stare at the fact that Namjoon’s ‘study’ took up almost half of the place.

“And on this side,” Ms. Jung led you over to the other half. “The staff quarters are here. Well, it’s just my room when Mr. Kim needs me to stay overnight. The night staff usually leaves around midnight. The day staff arrives by seven in the morning or whenever they are called. In the mornings, I arrive by ten.”

She turned down a short hallway and stopped before another set of doors.

“This is your study, ma’am.” She slid the panel doors to reveal a much brighter room than Namjoon’s ‘side’. The walls were lined with multiple shelves, soft rugs lay on the floor and there was a verandah attached just like his.

“I - I, isn’t this a bit too much?” You whispered nervously while Ms. Jung walked in.

“Mr. Kim mentioned that you are still studying. This is his way of ensuring you have full privacy and your own space.” She replied, indicating a door behind the desk. “This is your powder room.”

If you thought the first floor was sprawling, the second floor was even more so. Decked with a gym and gaming room, something that closely looked like a spa and an indoor pool, the upper level was mostly bedrooms.

It was still hard to wrap your head around the fact that your new home resembled something out of a magazine. But it had been remarkably easy to settle in and start calling the penthouse ‘home.’ Though the key to your small flat still remained on your keyset, it was becoming more and more a memory.

You had first and foremost tried to become friends with each and every staff member who crossed the threshold of the elevator, Ida doing her best to act as a support system for you.

You weren’t altogether without solidarity.

The thought braced you as you drew yourself to the present, heading upstairs.

A shower later, you rubbed a towel into your scalp, heading towards the laundry room to dry it when you caught Namjoon’s bedroom doors open. You stopped immediately, hearing movement inside. Would it be okay to go in? Sure, you’d gone into the Master Bedroom - occupied by Namjoon obviously - alone many times. You had had nothing better to do but roam about the vast space and you had become curious.

You wondered if Namjoon had any idea that you’d openly pranced about his room, gaped at the sheer size of the master closet and sniffed at his collection of cologne.

You weren’t sure if you would be very welcoming of the idea of him doing the same to you but then, he was never home when you weren’t there.

You glanced back to the room beside his, the one you slept in, considering letting him leave before you reappeared. You looked back at his open door, then at yours before tossing caution to the wind and knocking on the door.

“Uh, Namjoon?” You winced at how odd his name sounded coming from you.

There was a pause before he replied, his deep voice cool and much more composed than you felt at that moment.

“In here.”

You wrung the towel in your hands, before tossing it into your room. You could dry it later. Taking a breath, you entered the room and then the closet - with him inside of it.

Namjoon stood in front of his mirror, shirt and trousers on. His hands were busy working a tie around his neck, measuring the lengths.

“Hi,” You said nervously, standing in the doorway of the closet, not sure if you wanted to broach the space he occupied.

“Good morning,” He glanced at you, taking in your wet hair. “Back from the gym, I see. How was it?”

You didn’t answer immediately, watching him put some dress socks on. You had no idea why you found him dressing for work so fascinating. You could chalk it up to having never seen the process before but there was something so engrossing about watching him walk around and pick up things he’d wear the whole day.

“It went well.” You answered finally, absently but it already seemed like Namjoon had moved on from the topic.

You picked up the suit jacket that he had put out while he tied his shoes, hesitantly moving over to him when he stood up. He looked from the jacket to you, an eyebrow flicking upwards. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything, quietly turning around for you.

You opened the jacket, sliding it over his arms, one by one and then brushing the shoulders - ignoring that you were touching your husband’s shoulders indirectly.

Neither of you commented on it as he turned around again.

“I’m not as fit as I used to be, you could say.” You said, reaching up to his tie. You pull the halves till they lay perfectly aligned with Namjoon’s adams apple. You loosened the top a little, buttoning the top button of his shirt to hide the triangle of skin there. “My trainer had to actually tell me to lighten up on the load I was doing. Even Soo - Jisoo - was struggling. But I think, once I start going to the university properly again, I can get a better routine.”

You looked up at him, his eyes hovering somewhere over your shoulder. “How’s work for you?”

Namjoon glanced back at you, his eyes mildly suspicious. “It is fine. How are your studies?”

“It is fine.” You returned.

Your husband nodded, moving away from you to exit the closet. You followed him down to the Main floor. Ida already stood by the elevator, his work bag and coat in her hands.

“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?” You asked, already knowing the answer but asking nonetheless. You had no idea where the urge to interact with him had suddenly come from but you couldn’t seem to stop it.

Ida and Namjoon both looked back at you in surprise but he was quick to neutralize his face.

“I’ll get something at work.” He looked away quickly, throwing his coat over his arm as the elevator opened.

You sighed about to walk back up the stairs when you saw him stop the elevator doors from closing fully.

“You must be tired from the workout. Ida, please see to it that Y/N has a filling breakfast.”

“Of course, Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you.”

Namjoon didn’t wait for you to respond, removing his hand and letting the elevator engulf him to be taken to work.

You tapped your pen against the edge of your lip, eyes fixed outside the balcony doors. The bustle of the city didn’t reach you at this height and sometimes you felt that it got too quiet. You could hear the staff moving about outside, clangs in the kitchen and the whirr of cleaning going on in the rest of the house but it just wasn’t the same.

Sometimes you just enjoy the feeling of distraction from the traffic and people outside. Or maybe you were just bored from the hours of study.

You had spent the breakfast hour cursing yourself for your weirdly needy behavior with Namjoon before. Ida had placed a plate of your favorite savories in front of you, patting your hand comfortingly before she retired to have her own breakfast. You sat alone at the kitchen island before deciding to hide in your study.

You had picked up your work and books, losing track of time for a good bit until you started to drift in your thoughts again - your studies no longer enticing enough.

You huffed, pushing your chair away from the desk and stretching your arms up above your head. The weird groan you let out from the movement echoed around you and you slumped back, wondering what to do.

The clock told you that it was almost time for lunch and you could really not sit here for that as well.

You need to move. To breathe in some city air.

Plucking your phone from the charging docket, you called your sister.

Yongsun was already at your usual seat when you entered. She beamed at you from where she sat by the window, waving her arm up to greet you.

“Hey!” You grinned, about to lean over for a hug when you noticed that the chair to her front was already occupied.

Annoyance flared up at once when Jinhyo smiled up at you, the picture of sugared innocence. God, what did you have to do to get a peaceful afternoon with your sister? But then, Jinhyo was your sister’s in-law and you supposed, she had no choice.

“Jinhyo,” You greeted her lightly, taking the empty seat next to Yongsun.  

“It is so amazing to see you again, Y/N. How is married life suiting you? Your parents must be so happy to see their daughters hitched to such eligible bachelors.”

Your eye twitched immediately.

“You’re right. We did marry some amazing men. But we shouldn’t lower our own worth either, you know. Your brother is very lucky to have married my sister, after all, as he says himself. I’m sure you’ll find someone who matches your own worth.” You said.

Jinhyo frowned at you, unable to detect sarcasm in your tone and yet not completely comfortable with your words. “Well yes, I hope it will be soon.” She shrugged before flipping the menu open.

Under the table, as she always had, Yongsun’s hand found yours, giving it a squeeze of constant support. You glanced at her, still irritated but relenting in the face of her big, pleading eyes. You could never stay mad at her.

Once the food had been delivered, the three of you awkwardly digging and sharing the dishes, Jinhyo began to reveal exactly why she had tagged along with Yongsun.

Gossip. About Namjoon.

You looked at her sharply when she brought up your husband and the newness of your marriage, going off on a rhetorical tangent about how she had never imagined him marrying someone he didn’t even know.

You stabbed at the meat with your fork.

She wasn’t exactly wrong, a more rational part of your brain told you. Namjoon was a rich businessman who was busy and hardly ever there. It would’ve made sense that he go for someone he knew would be able to match that lifestyle. Maybe Jinhyo had been hoping it would be her. But Namjoon had chosen you, he’d married you.

And no matter how distant the two of you were, you weren’t altogether ok with Jinhyo thinking it was her place to comment on your relationship with your husband.

“Would you look at that, I can’t believe I lost track of time.”

Jinhyo stuttered to a stop.

“Is Namjoon waiting for you or something?” Yongsun asked.

You began to shove the last bites of your food into your mouth, deciding a little white lie wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Yes, I thought we could go out tonight. I’m really excited and I don’t want to keep him waiting.”

That made Jinhyo scowl at her plate.

“Oh that is so nice to hear!” Your poor sister said and for that, just that, the lie was worth it. “Give him our best! Have fun tonight!”

“Yeah,” the other woman said, “I hope it doesn’t turn out bad.”

“Jinhyo! Don’t jinx it!” Yongsun snapped.

“Oh, I doubt tonight will be jinxed.” You laughed - because there was no ‘tonight’ happening. “I’ll see you ladies later.”

You swung your bag up on your shoulders, rushing out towards the door.

“Y/N!”

You looked back at Yongsun catching up with you.

“I hope you’re not mad at me. Jinhyo was near me when you called and I made the mistake of putting the call on speaker. She wanted to come and I couldn’t refuse.”

“Hey,” You put your hands on her shoulders. “I’m not mad at you. I wanna yank her hair, yeah, but I’m not mad at you. I promise. I should really go now though.”

Yongsun studied you for a second before smiling again. “Have fun,” she hugged you tightly. “I’m glad you’re not so far from Namjoon.”

Your smile faded but you held tightly onto her.

The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, encasing you in a surprising feeling of ‘home,’ you heaved a sigh of relief. You had wanted to feel the city, enjoy the company of your sister but you had had to deal with Jin’s obnoxious sister. Now, the very place you had been trying to escape was making you feel restful. It was a conundrum you weren’t prepared for.

You kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat, fetching a drink from the kitchen to sit in front of the tall windows. The evening dark had flooded the penthouse, twinkling city lights like candles outside but you decided against switching on the lights.

You thought back to the morning, the absent way you had helped Namjoon finish dressing, correcting his tie and then asking if he was going to go to work hungry. That hadn’t been strange, had it?

Your idea of marriage was of partnership, companionship, ones that cared for one another. You had had notions of love as well, something to contest the fond indifference you had witnessed in your parents.

You wouldn’t say that your parents didn’t love each other, but it wasn’t the kind that you had wanted and you were once so determined to find that passion that you hadn’t thought once with your brain.

Well, things have changed now.

You and Namjoon had married for separate, private and mostly selfish reasons. But that didn’t mean that you had to remain wholly so for the duration of the relationship. You wondered if Namjoon was prepared to be the absent, distant cold man throughout the alliance.

He didn’t seem to have any leanings towards ending it abruptly, he would have told you, you were sure.

No, this marriage wasn’t a sham for him, but neither of you were attempting to make it anything more either.

You could at least try to be his friend. He probably didn’t want a lover in you, but he still came home to this house, to you. And for that, you were willing to be his friend, to try.

“Ma’am?”

You turned to see one of the helpers, a girl named Asha peering curiously at you from the light in the kitchen.

“Hey,” You sat up.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?” She didn’t wait for an answer, reaching for the remote switch they had to turn on the lights. You squinted in the sudden brightness before she considerately dimmed them.

“I came home some time ago, just wanted to watch the view.” You stood up.

Asha bowed her head. “We were about to start dinner, ma’am. Would you care for something special or do we proceed with the decided menu?”

You opened your mouth to tell her to carry on before an opportunity came at you. This was your chance, right? You had already made some attempt at reaching him today, you couldn’t let the trail go cold.

“Actually Asha - I had a favor to ask you all.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Go home.”

You carefully placed the hot dishes onto the dining table, walking around to make sure they looked ok. Plates of Kimchi, rice, jjigae and meat steamed, sending aromatic strands floating around the place. It was a simple meal, nothing elaborate but it was tasty and you had frantically tasted and seasoned to get it just right.

You had gone as far as to ask Namjoon’s driver, Sungjin, to let you know when they left for home so you could time it right.

And just as Sungjin had notified you - Namjoon exited the elevator. You caught his carefully parted hair from the kitchen, walking out to see him loosen his tie and pull off his own shoes.

“Ida?” He called to the dark room.

“Hey,” You smiled nervously, holding out your hand for his bag and coat.

Namjoon started a little, turning to you. He didn’t give you his things. “Where is everyone? Why is it so dark here?”

You quickly pulled out the switch remote, turning the lights on as Asha had done. Just as you had done, Namjoon squinted at you.

“Sorry, I was in the kitchen so I didn’t need all the lights on. I sent everyone home.” You held out your hand again. Namjoon still didn’t give you his things.

“You sent everyone home?”

There was a touch of imperiousness in his tone and for a second you were worried he’d ask who gave you the right to. However, his expression cleared up quickly and he only looked confused. “Why?”

“Well,” You dropped your hand. “I thought I’d make dinner tonight. And we could eat together.” You tried to make it sound like a statement - assertive and confident - and not a question.

Namjoon blinked at you, uncomprehending.

It was silent for a long moment before you sighed. “I just thought that - it’d be something to do. Just us.” You hoped he wouldn’t ask you why.

Thankfully, he didn’t. Instead, slowly, he handed you the bag, undoing his coat to hang it up. “Okay.”

He moved past you into the dining room, where the scent of food lingered, leaving you stunned and holding the bag like an idiot.

You dropped off his bag on the seating of the bar, rushing back to see Namjoon sitting at the dinner table, looking at the plates of food.

“You made all of this yourself.” It wasn’t a question and you could just barely detect an emotion in his voice that you weren’t able to discern.

“Yeah,” You placed a dish in front of you, pushing the cutlery tray near him. “Any preference?”

“I’ll just take the rice and meat stew.” He served himself, leaving you to fetch utensils for yourself. To your surprise, the food tasted much better than before as you tucked in. You chalked it up to being hungry from having a stressful day.

You looked up at Namjoon, wondering if he was going to comment on the taste. You knew he was capable of compliments, he had loads of them for his staff. Of course, they were much more accomplished than you and had been doing it for a long time but hey, you weren't exactly bad and the food did taste amazing.

Yeah, he didn’t say anything, quietly using a spoon to shovel rice mixed with stew into his mouth and chewing and swallowing. All in one pace, as if he couldn’t wait to get away from here. From you.

“How was work?” You ventured.

Namjoon stopped chewing. For a second he continued to look down at his spoon before reaching for his water.

“It was ok. Just like everyday.” It almost felt like he was trying to deter you from asking him that question again.

You looked out of the back window then, discouraged and cursed yourself for even thinking that your efforts would be enough for the arrogant man you married. It took you back to the day that you saw him for the very first time.

The cold look in his eyes, the just barely turned up nose and the purse of his lips had been a constant accessory for him that day and he had only politely spoken to the handful of people he had deemed worthy to speak to. All of them had been people like him and Seokjin, you noticed now.

You supposed you should be thanking him for not bringing that stupid attitude to your own wedding. You imagined coming to the altar and seeing that same face. You would’ve turned right about and walked out - he could marry Jinhyo with that face and she could enjoy being ignored for the rest of her life. You snorted internally.

“Y/N.” You blinked out of your petty scenario, looking at Namjoon. His food was gone, eyes fixed to where you’d been smiling goofily to yourself. You quickly schooled your features.

“I’m going to go to bed now.” He said.

You nodded in acknowledgement.

Namjoon glanced down at your mouth again before shaking his head. He stood up, “You need help clearing up?”

“No, I got it.”

He didn’t insist on staying, simply moving to the other doorway to go to his office. “Thank you for dinner.” He said softly and you almost flinched, looking towards him but he’d already shut the door to his office.

Your chewing slowed, pondering his tone. He hadn’t sounded sarcastic. In fact, he had actually sounded quite sincere.

You looked back at his empty plate, wiped clean of the very last trace of stew. You wondered if that was a compliment in and of itself.

It wasn’t until later at night in bed, as you stared up at the ceiling that you realized that he had actually called you by your name to garner your attention.

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