Oh My God. Platonic + Dark Room

Oh my god. Platonic + dark room………

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Summary- Jimin's hay maze was not designed for this purpose, but who's really going to stop you and Seokjin?

word count -  1.6k

pairing- bffwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- R

genre- smut, fluff, fwb2l

warnings- making out, fingering, public lewdness, kinda dom!seokjin and brat!reader as usual

a.n- damn ryen i really wrote this sitting on a plane next to a guy reading a bible. but i'd do it again just for you 🥰 thank you so much for requesting, this turned out a bit different than the prompt lol

as always thank you to my lovely wifey @oftenderweapons for beta reading this and reminding me that SEOKJIN’S NEVER A GOOD BOY. hehe

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A loud growl startled you, making you scream and leaving your heart racing as you looked around you in the pitch-black darkness surrounding you. The arms wrapping around your waist only added to your fear till you registered the squeaky laugh of your best friend tinkling in your ear. 

“Kim Seokjin! I will fucking murder you,” you seethed, slapping his forearm with a force that made him wince, not that you could see thanks to the stupidly scary hay maze Jimin had created at his parent’s farmhouse. In Jimin’s defence, no one was technically meant to go in here after sundown, hence the lack of lights.

“Why are you even in here right now? You’re lucky I saw you come in, you could be lost. Left wandering among these hay bales till the end of time, screaming eternal in a white gown and terrible hair,” he soliloquized dramatically, still latched on to your back, despite your attempts to nudge him off. 

“I was trying to challenge myself,” you huffed. “Facing my fears, y’know?”

“Well, you faced them! I’m pretty sure I’m deaf in my left ear now,” he joked earning another slap to his arm as you scowled. 

“And why are you here, Seokjin?” 

“Oh cause I’m horny,” he replied nonchalantly, leaning down to kiss your cheek, his hands trailing to your hips where they held on firmly. 

“So you were gonna jerk off in here?” you mused, ignoring the way his smirk pressed against your neck raised goosebumps that had nothing to do with the cold November air. 

“Why? Do you wanna watch, baby?” He accentuated his quip with a nip to your shoulder, making you still as you felt yourself getting turned on forgetting all about your earlier fears. However, the fact that your friends were only a few meters away made you cautious, pushing him off you. 

Although you didn’t care if they found out about your new arrangement, you still preferred they found out through you and not your moans. 

“Come on. Let’s go back. Others will hear,” you said, walking away from him towards where you thought the exit was. Seokjin, however, was not easily convinced, pulling you with a grip on your wrist till you were turning and slamming into his chest. 

“I’ve got ways to keep you quiet,” he whispered, a hand on your lower back keeping you pressed against him and another stroking your scalp. You could feel his breath on your ear and it made you shiver. 

“I could gag you with your panties,” he continued, the hand on your back sliding under the waistband of your jeans, fingers just caressing the skin. “Or I could choke you,” his other hand moved to the nape of your neck, grip light but the threat ever-present. 

“Or maybe I’d just keep kissing you,” his lips traced your jaw, touch featherlight, leaving warmth in their wake. “Swallow all your moans.”

He kissed you then, bruising and eager, lips easily slotting against yours. He tasted of the marshmallows he had eaten earlier, lips still sticky in a way that made you want to suck away all the sugary residue. His hand ventured deeper into your pants, fingers massaging your ass and making you keen. 

At the sound, he pulled you away from him by your hair, biting his lip and looking down at you. You could barely see his features, but you didn’t need to see him to know how he looked when his voice took on that deep growl he reserved only for you. 

“But I don’t need to do any of that, do I?” he questioned, pulling your hair further as he pulled you in towards his hips, making your back arch. “You’d be quiet just because I said so, wouldn’t you? You’d be a good girl for me, hmm?”

If you weren’t turned on before, his dominance did the trick, making you moan lowly as you nodded. That was the cue he needed, crashing his lips on yours once again, wasting no time to push you against the hay wall behind you. 

You no longer cared who heard you because all you could feel was his hands on you, his thigh right against your core, his length hard against your stomach. But most of all, it was his plush lips that were making you mewl quietly. They sucked on yours in a way that was addicting, biting and licking away the sting. 

If all you did was make out, you’d be happy, your nerves already lighting up with the slight pressure of his thigh and his hands gripping your hips. But Seokjin had other plans, as he started rocking you against him, grinding on you and chuckling against your mouth when it elicited a moan. 

His hands were everywhere, roaming under your thick sweater, leaving sparks on your skin till they roamed more south, fingers pressing against your underwear. Lost in his lips, you didn’t even register when he unbuttoned your jeans, moaning loudly when he tapped your clit and made your breathless. 

From the get go it seemed that Seokjin just wanted to unravel you. There was no fanfare, no preparation as he inserted two fingers in your heat, setting a punishing pace. It helped that you were gushing by then, his words never failing to affect you. 

“Fuck! Always so ready for me,” he praised, as you sang his name, leaning into the wall behind you, uncaring of the straw that poked you through your sweater. 

You couldn’t help the noises spilling out of you as he pistoned his fingers inside you, making you bite your lip in ecstasy. In the past few weeks you’d be sleeping with him, he had never gotten you to the edge this quickly, your core tightening at his ministrations as you held onto him, clutching onto his sweater. 

“Don’t be stupid, baby. Be quiet,” he grunted, his hips thrusting against you, his cock grinding against your stomach. He would never admit it to you, but the fact that you were moaning his name while all your friends were at a bonfire a few meters away was unleashing something he didn’t know he had in him. He wanted you to scream at the top of your lungs, to let everyone know that he was making you feel so good that you lost all your usual calm and rationale. 

“Let me cum. Seokjin! Let me cum,” you whispered, voice hoarse and not quiet at all. Usually Seokjin would make you beg, punish you for not asking permission and instead being a demanding little brat, but he didn’t want to get caught either so with a hand on your mouth and his thumb against your clit he picked up the pace, hooking his fingers in a way he knew would have you coming undone. 

And come undone you did. 

Your legs shook, hands holding on to his wrist as your orgasm rushed through you. If it wasn’t for his palm muffling your screams you were sure anyone within a few kilometres would’ve heard you. It felt unreal, turning your world upside down. 

“Holy fuck,” Seokjin yelled as he collapsed on top of you, right as the wall behind you gave way and you fell to the ground. 

“Is your hand… in her… pants?” 

You closed your eyes because you couldn’t bear to look at Jimin. Not only because you basically got fucked on his parent’s property but also because you wrecked the hay maze he had spent over two weeks working on. 

“What pants?” Seokjin asked, feigning confusion even though his fingers were still buried inside you, which he had the audacity to wriggle, making you yelp at the over sensitivity. 

“Yeah I’m gonna go back and pretend I never saw this,” Jimin said, face scrunched as he walked away. “Fix my maze before you come back and don’t fuck in the yard!”

Your embarrassment was only amplified by Seokjin’s annoying laugh and the fact that he still refused to move from on top of you. 

“Get off of me!” you yelled, pushing at his stupidly large shoulders. 

“Oh get you off? But I already did that,” he pouted, extracting his hand from your pants and hovering over you. He pulled a piece of straw from your hair with a smile that puffed his cheeks and you couldn’t help but be endeared, even when you wanted to smack him atop his head for being so reckless. 

“I hate you,” you sneered, pushing him off you hard so he landed on his back beside you on the remains of the hay wall. It was gentle landing but Seokjin being Seokjin grabbed his back howling dramatically. 

“I think you broke my spine,” he whined, pulling you into him, the grin on his face a dead giveaway of his actual intentions. “I think you should kiss it better.”

However, before he could pull you in for another kiss and in fact end up fucking you in the yard, you stood up, brushing your clothes and giving a saccharine smile accompanied by your middle finger. 

“Thanks for making me cum, Jinnie,” you said cheerfully, walking backwards to the house watching your best friend with benefits sputter on the ground. 

“You’re not even gonna help me fix the maze?” he asked, standing up with his hands on his hips. 

“Nope! I think you’re gonna have fun all by yourself,” you grinned. 

“You’ll be sorry, baby,” he called to you as you walked away waving behind you, ignoring his grumbling.

You couldn’t wait to be sorry. 

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Puppy || kth

↔Genre: romance; fluff; dad!doghybrid!taehyung x pregnant!human!reader.

↔Warnings: mentions of fear; suggestive mentions; crying; cruelty towards hybrids.

Stirring lightly in your lover's embrace, the quickened pound of your heart roused your somnolent hybrid until his arms instinctively pulled you closer.

His sleep filled eyes warmed in the sun light that kissed his honeyed skin; pure love and adoration for the one who saved him from the harshness of a local shelter was revealed in his vulnerable state as he peered into your own.

But his brows furrowed lightly once his enhanced senses caught the twinge of fear that radiated from you.

It was metallic and cold- a scent the once stray knew well and never wanted to find upon you- his mate.

"You smell like worry, pup. What's the matter?"

The low timbre of his voice crackled in your hearing, thinking a simple bad dream roused you from the serene slumber you both took advantage of in the late hours of the languid morning.

But your breathing faltered at the innocent inquiry.

A collection of odd behaviour had prompted you to rush to the pharmacy in search of a pregnancy test.

The sudden changes such as cravings for Taehyung's favorite biscuits as well as your unwillingness to be any place other than his side had soon been confirmed with two little pink lines.

You were pregnant.

However, the discovery that left you crying in happiness also dripped troubled tears down your cheeks and even followed you deep into the arms of your love, where your troubles always perished from the moment they wound around your form.

The mixing of a pure human dna and a untainted hybrid lineage was greatly frowned upon by all. Their life would surely be deemed unlovable to the world.

You feared the worst, and you had yet to summon the courage to burden your partner with the same concerns, wanting nothing more than love to ever envelop him.

"N-no, Tae- I'm fine." His head tilted lightly whilst a golden ear perked at your words, the waning scent of worry you carried told him other wise.

You attempted to slip away from his strong hold and questions until his lithe fingers glided across your skin ticklishly to tug you beneath him once more.

You laughed lightly at the steady sway of his tail and rectangular grin. No matter what had hurt you and placed you in darkness, he was your light to guide you into his arms.

"Tae, that really tickles-"

Despite your weak protests, he shoved his features deep into the crook of your neck. His fingers could feel the rapid thrum of your heart that beat faster in fear of his heightened canine senses discovering the change you were too frightened to tell of.

He took in a large breath of your scent, to fill his lungs pleasantly like a flowers fragrance before he returned the hot blow against your flesh and brought chill bumps across your arms.

"You smell different," he stated, yet it hung in the air uncertainly as he caught the hint of a third scent that seemed to favor his own buried deep within you, surrounded by your aroma.

It was soft and warm like the calming vanilla that followed you, but also the petrichor of Taehyung. It was the prefect mixture of you both. And he found it bewitching.

"You smell even sweeter." He breathed, rather content with the aroma that followed you.

Your heart nearly stilled. How foolish you had been to think he wouldn't notice the change deep within you.

His senses were as strengthened as that of a blood hound in spite of his adorable pomeranian counter part.

It was impossible to even sneak a bite of his favorite treat without him begging for just or nibble from your lips or even slip into your home unnoticed for his birthday without his joyous greeting of kisses.

How could you hide something that was a part of him?

Your eyes ventured into the plush surroundings that lay just outside the protective swathing of his arms, as if your nonchalant answer lay between the pillows.

"Perhaps I forgot to wear my perfume."

You timidly tried to excuse yourself, but the hesitance in his puppy eyes told you he wasn't falling for your nervous fibs.

His head tilted as if to question you before he dipped his nose into the sensitive flesh of your clavicle to trace the ticklish area with kisses and light breaths.

He ventured from the hollow of your throat and dared to explore the valley of your breast and abdomen before he halted just at the small mound of your belly where the scent was strongest; your tickled giggles floated in the air surrounding him all the while.

The delicate aroma met his nostrils and beckoned him to the great heights of euphoria.

Yet, he trembled lightly against you, with the realization every finding suggested of his most beloved desire. You were pregnant.

"Not quite love," his brows kneaded together in thought before a boyish blush lightly glazed his bread- like cheeks.

"Have you taken a test since-" his words stopped there with a flustered smile once the memories of the heated night you spent against his chest returned to bring warmth over him.

You gasped softly and hid your burning cheeks into his firm chest, which he chuckled at until your head nodded feebly.

His breathing halted as silence enveloped your intertwined bodies like an old friend, with nothing more than your thrashing hearts to be heard.

"W-what did it say, pup?"

Pure curiosity eclipsed the fears that troubled the rush of excitement the notion of welcoming another into your little space that over flowed with love to simply add more light into his life than you already had brought.

The mere concept of cuddling a little mixture of your qualities close to his chest and squishing their cheeks just for the angelic giggles they exuded nearly swelled his heart with the love he had for his little family.

He only prayed for the confession to fall from your lips, to make what he only toyed with in the safety of his reveries- a reality.

But all of these things were unknown to you.

With a tender nibble upon your lower lip, you worried if he truly wanted this with you.

Raising a child was no easy task, let alone one with genetics halved between a canine hybrid like Taehyung and a mere human such as yourself.

But you were hastily comforted by the memories of the gentle sway of his tail as he cuddled Jungkook's own little girl with long midnight ears close or the loving glow that emanated from his honeyed irises exclusively for the squirming puppy within his grasp.

It was evident little ones seemed to flock to him, he was just an overgrown puppy himself which is why so many adored him just as you had.

All of these remembrances comforted you and soothed your heart enough to coax the words from your lips as his eyes lovingly set upon your own.

"It was positive, Tae." You whispered softly, toying lightly with the golden ears atop of his locks which were messy with sleep as they fluttered against your bare skin.

His lips parted in a barely audible "oh" before he shone with a wide smile and his golden tail swished against your legs; his eyes grew round just as your stomach had subtly under his oblivious view.

As if you had gifted him with the finest present, his fingers tenderly pushed away the soft material of his sweater you had stolen for his scent alone; to have his presence hold you close even when he could not- to reveal the vulnerable area to himself.

His tail slid between your legs to tickle the flesh with every brush whilst he surrounded both you and your tummy, to place you both in his safe haven.

In spite of his excitement of meeting a mini you or him, his fleeting touch was albeit feather like and almost fatherly; even if he had only learned of his baby's existence literal seconds ago.

"Hello little one," he giggled through his boxy grin that rippled your abdomen in your own chortle.

"I can't believe we made something so perfect. I'm so in love with you both."

He confessed ever so softly, pressing clusters of kisses just below your navel.

"I'll love you with your mommy- even in your chewing stage." He added with a light chuckle at the dreams of his little one nibbling upon all in it's bright path.

The beauty of the moment collided with the sudden pregnancy hormones that ravaged your body melted your laughter into the warmth behind your eyes to drip down your cheeks and call Taehyung above you.

His thumbs hurriedly brushed over your dampened features with soft hushes and a shining smile that was ready to proclaim to all of his little family.

"You and this little life we created makes me so happy- and I swear to adore and protect you both."

With a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth, he excitedly delved into the promises of the future with your little one; with you both held close in his arms, never to be let go.

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As The Snow Fell || kth

↔Genre: romance; fluff; boyfriend!taehyung x girlfriend!reader.

↔Warnings: mentions of embarrassment and fear.

As the snow fell, the metallic taste of your lip danced upon your tongue as your chattering teeth abused the flesh in anticipation.

The aroma of peppermint waltzed with the chill of the air around you that converted your warm breath into puffs of fog, doing little to bring comfort to your senses.

Snow rested in heaps around you, like the marshmallows that floated atop the heated liquid of hot chocolate, building your excitement for your date.

The view of the graceful gliding of the skaters that twirled upon the sheet of ice glowed before your clumsy self, walking was a chore enough, let alone sliding so deftly upon a sheet of frozen water.

The reason behind your agreement on this activity as a first date with the boy you had swooned over since sixth grade was beyond you where you edged the rink.

It was a lack of consideration on your part, now your only option was to completely humiliate yourself before him.

The spoken of male was far more attentive to his lithe form, which is just one of the attributes that differed his effortless beauty from your form that now sprawled across the ice, resembling a new born deer.

The blades of his skates came to a halt before you, bringing your flustered smile above the frozen lake peer up at his own.

"Would you like some help?" His honeyed voice poured into the chilling atmosphere, so warm and kind you were sure it would melt the snow around you.

The nervousness of your first love prompted you to believe the silly worries of how imperfect you would appear to him if you were to reveal your secret of not knowing, leading you to fib whilst picking at your nails.

"Of course not, I know how to skate, Taehyung." You huffed, a feigned dignified roll of your eyes offered to him in a attempt of convincing him of your lie.

But the soft snort that failed to be concealed quirked your brow as your gaze wandered to the smile that he feebly hid behind his gloved fingers.

"What?" You asked indecorously, genuinely curious of what he deemed to be so amusing.

"Is that why your skates are untied?" Your eyes dropped to to the loose laces that lay across the ice, prepared to assist in your crash into the barriers.

Your lips parted in defense, but every word of your fervent denial died upon your tongue as he dropped to his knees before you, his slender fingers crossing the strings into a neat bow.

"Do you know how to skate, (Y/n)?" His shining eyes peered up at you from where he kneeled upon the ice with an honest gleam of the young boy's excitement.

The tenderness of his question melded you to his will, bringing you to confess at last with heat to lathe over your body and chase away the chill you once had.

"No." Your eyes refused to meet him as he climbed to his feet, embarrassed at your lacked skill.

"How dumb, right?" You wryly mocked yourself with the question, but instead of his laughter agreeing with you just to awkwardly endure the much desired date until he escaped, never to see you again.

His fingers reached out to your own, proffering the steadiness his larger hands would gift you.

"It's not dumb to need help," he assured you as you reluctantly took his hand, "I think it's kind of cute as a first date."

Taken back by his words, you numbly curled your fingers around his own, his other hand placed at your side to lure your wobbly self onto the ice.

His grasp upon you, even though separated by sleek gloves and your heavy coat that insulated you was almost fever inducing.

"You're doing excellent love," his head dipped closer to your own to whisper the encouragement into your ears, only to pull away with a gleaming smile that nearly stopped your pulse.

As your trembling knees straightened and your feet drifted alongside him, your arms tightly wound around his waist as giggles steamed from your lips as if a freshly baked holiday pie.

It was so much like something snatched from a movie scene as the beginnings of snow began it's descent to rest upon his ebony hair and the tendrils of your lashes.

The loving look that melted within his mocha eyes appeared unreal and something only a carefully selected male lead would possess, presenting you the once in a life time feeling of being the most important role in your own life.

In the midst of a small town, you found love within him, crafting a heavenly affection to warm your hearts.

But the frozen tryst that kept your love within it's barriers cracked with the slip of your footing that threatened to collide you with the chill below.

But the warmth of his arms was your saviour from the nipping cold as he tugged you into his chest, your breath stolen from your lungs by not only the fear of your fall, but the dying space between your face and his firm chest.

"Careful, I don't want you falling for me just yet." He whispered, his boxy smile on full display as warm as the sun that hid itself from your sleepy town.

He allowed you to twirl lightly before him, his arms held around you in a protective manner in hopes of preventing your fall.

Your mittened fingers curled around his sleeves as you shakily rose to the tips of your toes and pressed a chilled kiss to the to the flesh of his nose made rosy by the wind.

"Too late."

His chilled fingers hooked beneath your chin to shyly place his own kiss to your frozen lips, the moment melting away as soon as it had appeared.

As his delighted laughter danced within the frozen air, you fell for him just as the flakes of snow around you had, every frozen fragment, even in their hundreds held nothing in compare of the young love they surrounded.

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kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height equality with tall boi joon please!

Technology is a Bummer (knj)

word count- 1019

pairing- Doctor!Namjoon x Doctor!Reader

rating- PG

genre- fluff, pining, missed connection (kinda), hospital!au

an - i saw a twitter thread of namjoon in glasses and ooof. also he as a doctor would be so freakin hot.

s/o to the wifey @oftenderweapons for beta reading this!

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“Fancy seeing you here, Doctor,” Namjoon said with a dimpled smile as he walked towards you, a coffee in hand. You groaned, leaning against the railing of the top step. The stairway was your escape. The only place in the busy hospital where you didn’t have to worry about random patients asking you for advice or fresh faced interns trying to suck up. It was your sanctuary. That is, until this moment. 

“You were great in there by the way,” he continued climbing the steps till he was in front of you.  For the first time you were taller than that tree of a human. “Honestly you have my vote. I think the nanoparticles idea to treat your myofibroblastic sarcoma patients is dare I say, gold.” 

He snickered at his own pun - the nanoparticles were made from gold - the low rumble of his voice dissipating your earlier annoyance. You didn’t know why Namjoon always irritated you. By all definitions he was great - well spoken, kind, and top of his field of infectious diseases. Perhaps it was that you had slept with him the night before being transferred to this hospital - his hospital - or that he had merely responded the next day with pure professionalism. Perhaps it was that all your interns dreaded being put on your rotation while they clamoured to serve him. You didn’t want to over analyze it, but it was hard not to do so when his stupid smile somehow vexed and calmed you at the same time. 

He stepped onto the next stair, your heights becoming equal as he mimicked your pose, a strong forearm leaning next to yours against the railing. You hated how your heart did the little jump as it accidentally brushed you. 

“Quiet today, hmm?” He commented on your silence, daring to trace a finger slightly on your hand. When you still didn’t answer, your eyes glued to where his hand now rested on yours, he continued. “I wanted to pick your brain about your tech, I heard they’re using it for targeting anthrax down in Michigan. Would you let me?”

“Let you what?” You asked, confused since you had zoned out, too busy remembering how he smoothly talked you into his bed and then not so smoothly pounded you into the mattress four months ago. 

“Let me pick your brain, among other things,” he answered coolly. 

“Other things?” You stammered a little, your mind going straight to the gutter. He hummed in response, nonchalant in the way he picked an invisible piece of lint off your lab coat. 

“Would you be interested? In other things… again?” He seemed to have lost his nerve at that, a rosy flush now visible on his high cheekbones, no longer able to be hidden behind his dark rimmed glasses. But it seemed that you were mirroring him, heat rising up your neck at the comment. 

“Why? So you can pretend it never happened?”

He blinked at you, sputtering in disbelief. “I never pretended! You did!” he protested, insisting that he had sent you multiple texts which you ignored. You rolled your eyes at that, sick of the excuses despite your racing heart. But Kim Namjoon was never one to back down from a challenge, proving himself by pulling out his phone and scrolling through the eight different messages he had sent you, the first one being only an hour after you had left his place. There was only one problem though. 

“Namjoon, that’s not my number,” you said, failing to hide the giddy grin at his flabbergasted expression, eyebrows flying up his forehead and mouth dropping open. 

“But I swear I wrote it down right!”

“It’s a four at the end, not a nine,” you giggled and he facepalmed at his stupid mistake. “Although to answer your last text - no, I’m not weirded out that we work together. And sure I’d love to grab dinner sometime.”

“You mean I could’ve been with you instead of pining after you if I just talked in person?” He groaned. 

“Yup. Technology is a bummer, isn’t it?”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled before the two of you broke into laughter, moving closer without intending to. When the laughter died, it was replaced with a shared tension. A tension that led you to wet your lips and to him watching you do so with a look you hadn’t seen in months. His eyes met yours then, but he still seemed a little hesitant. Perhaps from months of being accidentally rejected. 

You decided to take the initiative, whispering a little “fuck it” before you placed your lips against his. He didn’t need long to recover, arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back, gentle and calm, as if he had all the time in the world. You didn’t mind it, happy to relish the taste of him you hadn’t realized you missed so much. 

However, as busy residents, you didn’t have all the time in the world, both your pagers beeping simultaneously to pull you out of your bubble. He whined against your lips, equally disappointed to have lost the moment. 

“Duty calls,” you whispered and he kissed you one last time before escorting you out of the staircase and towards the emergency room. Before the two of you could get swarmed by oncoming patients from an accident, he smiled at you, grasping your hand and squeezing it gently. 

“So dinner tomorrow?”

You agreed, tying the knots on the gown, preparing to deal with the carnage, as he did the same. 

“Oh and Namjoon? Don’t tell anyone about my staircase. That’s mine,” you warned with a grin that didn’t match your tone as he laughed at you. 

“I hate to break it to you but everyone knows about that staircase. The only reason no one goes there is because they’re scared of you,” he joked, mirth dancing in his eyes at your surprise. 

“Well… good,” you replied, not knowing how to respond. He just laughed, squeezing your hand one last time before the two of you were separated, tending to the new patients and exchanging stolen glances.

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excerpt | in which namjoon gets a visit from his sleepy daughter while working on his UN speech.

pairing | father!namjoon x daughter!oc

genre | fluff

warning/s | none

word count | 788 words

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namjoon sighs as he continues fixing his U.N. speech, unable to find the right words to say. he stares at the half-written word document in front of him, the brightness of his laptop screen reflecting onto his blue-light glasses.

the room is relatively dark—with all the lights already closed except for the lamp on his study table. there were handwritten notes scattered around him, each containing a different message he wished to convey in his speech.

with a sigh, namjoon rubs his face with his hands before looking at the time and realizing that it was well past 9PM.

it's alright, we have until tomorrow to finish it. namjoon thinks to himself before reading through what was drafted in the screen before him for the nth time.

as he reads through it, he doesn't notice the door behind him softly creak open, the sound being followed by light pattering against the floor. before he could realize, a pair of tiny palms sat on his thigh.

namjoon looks beside him, letting out a chuckle upon seeing none other than his daughter—minsoo. she had a visibly messy bed head and a frown etched onto her face, making her seem even more adorable in her father's eyes.

"hey sweetheart, why are you still up?" namjoon asks softly, gently grapsing minsoo's tiny hands with his larger ones.

"i was doing math homework, but then i fell asleep." minsoo says with a pout, causing namjoon to bite his lip as he tries to hold in a smile.

"aigoo, is my baby tired?" namjoon coos, minsoo nodding as her pout deepens.

namjoon chuckles and lets go of his daughter's hands before wrapping his arms around her waist to lift her up. he gently places her onto his lap as he stares at her lovingly.

"appa, i don't understand it. it's too hard." minsoo whines, making namjoon laugh as he squeezes her cheeks.

"what's your math lesson, bubs?" namjoon asks, smiling at the suddenly focused expression on his daughter's face as she tries to remember.

"it's...mutipica.." minsoo mumbles, her voice trailing off while she focuses on recalling the word she was looking for.

namjoon lets out a soft laugh at this, clearly amused by his daughter's focused state.

she definitely gets it from her mom. namjoon thinks, smiling dearly at the thought.

"multiplication?" namjoon asks, smiling wider as he sees his daughter perk up.

"yes, appa! mutipication! it's sooo hard, appa. i don't get it.." minsoo whines, her fists softly drumming against her dad's chest as she attempts to express her frustration.

namjoon just chuckles and pats his daughter's head.

"do you need appa to help you?" namjoon asks, causing minsoo to pout and nod.

"i like appa better than my math teacher. appa is the best teacher ever!" minsoo exclaims, namjoon letting out a big smile.

he begins to reach behind minsoo to open a math worksheet on his laptop. however, upon seeing the time, he sighs and looks back at his daughter.

"i can teach you tomorrow, okay? it's already late so you should go and sleep." namjoon says, rubbing minsoo's back.

"but appa—" minsoo whines, namjoon cutting her off with a tut.

"no, sweetheart. don't you remember what eomma said? you need to sleep so you can grow and become a big girl! right?" namjoon says, making minsoo pout.

she sighs and looks down, namjoon tilting his head to the side as he tries to figure out what was wrong.

"is there something wrong, bubs?" namjoon asks, minsoo nodding as she continues to pout.

"i wanted to spend time with appa." minsoo says, causing namjoon's eyes to soften.

"aw sweetheart, you could have just said so." namjoon coos, making minsoo sigh.

she leans on namjoon's chest, her petite body being the perfect size to nuzzle into her dad's chest. namjoon chuckles and hugs his daughter, pecking her on the forehead.

"i missed you, appa." minsoo mumbles, enjoying the warmth of her dad's embrace.

namjoon's heart warms upon hearing this, hugging his daughter tighter as he wonders how he got so lucky.

"i missed you too, bubs." namjoon says, minsoo humming.

she continues to lay in her dad's arms, the warmth instantly relaxing her as she begins to succumb to her sleepiness.

namjoon senses this and lets out a soft chuckle, his heart melting at the sight of his sleepy daughter.

“you can sleep, bubs. i can carry you to the bed in awhile.” namjoon coos, minsoo only letting out a nod.

"thank you, appa. I love you." minsoo mumbles, her eyes beginning to droop.

namjoon senses the drowsiness in her tone and smiles, rubbing circles onto minsoo's back as he feels her body get a bit heavier.

"i love you too, minsoo."

The Next Step | KNJ

meeting the family is never an easy task. not even for the leader of the biggest boyband in the world, your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon.

pairing: namjoon x reader genre: fluffy fluff words: 1k contains: idolverse, established relationship, Joonie being head over heels a/n: this drabble is commissioned by a generous anonymous donor to the Black Lives Matter movement!

The screams of the fans are still ringing in his ears when Namjoon steps into the bustle that is backstage, a whole sweaty mess. Staff members are immediately running up to him, offering him towels and ice packs and taking the microphone pack clipped onto his clothes. He smiles at the equally exhausted members beside him as he strips off his jacket, his heart pounding with the adrenaline of just finishing another successful concert.

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