Pairing: Namjoon/F!Reader

Pairing: Namjoon/F!Reader

Summary: A short Safe With Me drabble in which Namjoon puts a tipsy YN to bed.

Features/warnings: drunk!YN, so much fluff, this drabble is literally just YN being a happy drunk who loves her man so much while he loves her right back, it’s saccharine as all heck, no sex occurs because YN is not sober but she does think about Joon eating her out and sexing her up so there is a very mild reference to smut

Author’s note: I wrote this while tipsy and tired myself, so this is probably a total mess. I just needed some fluff and Safe With Me/Soft Boyfriend Series is a comfort to me. 

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《“There two truths in this world,” you said lowly, sliding the book down to the table and losing your place, but it didn’t matter, for you had memorized the page number. “One, people tend to choose partners more attractive than them. And two, if they’re not more attractive than them, they’re more brilliant than them. I just so happen to be both those things to you, Kim Namjoon.” 》

Last night I read this piece and realized that I was completely and utterly fucked because I knew that this wouldn’t be the last. If I’m being honest, I actually read this a few months ago, literally minutes after you posted it, but I forgot to write to you, so now I’m here. After the third? Fourth time reading it through, and it still holds the same weight as it did before.

There aren't a lot of things that I can truly admit to tilting me off my own axis, but the beginning really had me hooked, and I kept becoming curious about what would happen beyond the “Explain”. Being thrown into the midst of an argument is something that has and always will captivate me. You tend to see the struggle for power, the shuffle of imbalance from how the characters jab at one another until someone strikes the final blow, and there's a final victor one way or another.

When you’re looking at the main character, she’s witty, fiery yet poised, and blunt, which all makes her strike hard and head-on. I also feel like even though she wants people to know her as this bitchy person to enhance staple tabloids have put on her, there are still parts of her that are very enigmatic and mystifying. It’s enticing and I love her. She puts up walls around herself as a defense mechanism, and she makes these comments that you see coming, but there are still a lot of things that you know that you don’t know about her (possibly because she doesn’t want people to know about her because it’s easier that way. You could kind of see it in this part:

“You are being immature, ridiculous, and childish.”

“Good, do you hate me yet?”

“No, I don’t.”

And maybe that’s why it was so easy for Namjoon to parry with her...Speaking of-)

Namjoon is very interesting as well. He too can be very direct and means what he says. When he stated: “I’m not saying you need me. I am saying I need you.” and,“To me, you are the one I have always admired and wanted.” those were moments that took me back, and I respected him a little more because of it. He’s not cocky and he admits to things readily. He’s a bit more grounded. He’s cool and calm, allowing him to see three steps ahead and put her in “checkmate”. He’s also incredibly sexy. The ending, where things slow down for a moment, and the main character says:

You huffed, looking away, somewhat disturbed how that dimpled smirk made your heart flutter a little. “I don’t want to my husband to be a goody-two-shoes. There’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life sampling vanilla ice cream.”

“Oh?”

He purred your name and you frowned at his tone, suddenly low, dangerous, and on the brink of causing heart arrhythmia.

“I wouldn’t worry about that.”

Your eye twitched, heat rising to your neck and cheeks. “Does Min Yoongi not know the meaning of in confidence–”

“I’m very persuasive,” Namjoon drawled, knowing glint in his eye. “And an avid researcher in my own way.”

(I too was, and still am, blushing at this part.)

Even though there’s this enemies to somewhat lovers (?) potentially (???) trope happening, both the main character and Namjoon are cut from the same cloth even if they may not see it exactly. This mainly goes for the main character though, because she has some feelings for him even if it isn’t blatant. She’s intrigued by him, if not a little, which is why she was curious about what book he was reading. She’s hurt by the fact she’s made to feel lesser than, which kind of blinds her a little. But being intrigued and being irritated stem from the same tree. Both lead to feelings of curiosity. Wanting to know more, which could then lead to feelings of jealousy or admiration. But I really love the chemistry between these two!! It was amazingly done!!!

Ah, this was so good, and this is super long, so I’m sorry!! I can’t wait to read more works of yours!! Sending you my love💕

So, I had an idea but I'm not good at writing...

Then I remembered you're the best at that so, y'know. Obvious thing was to come here.

My idea was:

Kim Namjoon says he loves the reader but she strikes out saying "You don't love me. You just love the idea of being seen with me."

Yeah very brief idea but its not that descriptive which means you could write it -gets on knees and does puppy eyes-

I know you'd do an amazing job...okay soft time over, eugh. Anyway totally you're choice, thank u for ur time. Cya later! x

He furrowed his brow and planted a hand on the book you were holding, forcing you to close it.

“Explain.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What is there to explain?”

“’You don’t love me. You just love the idea of being seen with me’? How can these things be true?”

Silence. Underneath it, rage shimmered.

“There two truths in this world,” you said lowly, sliding the book down to the table and losing your place, but it didn’t matter, for you had memorized the page number. “One, people tend to choose partners more attractive than them. And two, if they’re not more attractive than them, they’re more brilliant than them. I just so happen to be both those things to you, Kim Namjoon.”

“I love you as a person.”

You laughed acidly. “No one likes me as a person. You know why? Because I don’t let them.” You tilted your head, scrutinizing the man before you, tall, dark-haired and neatly parted, glowing tanned skin, wearing a tailored black suit and a frown. “I’m a national chess champion and leading a research group in cutting-edge gene augmentation therapy. The press love to call me a class-A bitch. Why would an award-winning music producer have any interest in me at all?”

“You were a child once.”

“That was a long, long time ago, Namjoon, and I’m not that kid chasing after you asking you to read me the Odyssey anymore.”

“That doesn’t matter. You still have the same determination in life.”

You ticked your head. “And so?”

“To me, you are the one I have always admired and wanted.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Popular kids simply don’t understand that nerds like us don’t need you.”

“I’m not saying you need me. I am saying I need you.”

“You are only saying that because your parents want you to get married,” you snapped, snatching your book from the table, but Namjoon slammed his hand down on it, startling you.

“Listen to me,” he demanded, deep voice deepening, fanning his fingers out over the cover. “I asked your parents to meet you. I asked for this date. My parents weren’t involved. I haven’t seen you in forever. You’ve been off conquering the world with your brilliance and your beauty and you never gave me a damn chance to say anything and, the second I do, you shut me down?”

“Look, you are stuck in the past–”

“No, you are stuck in the past. You are not giving me a chance because you think we’re back in high school and me becoming the valedictorian was some personal attack or vendetta against you, when the reality was the teachers just picked whoever the fuck they wanted. I didn’t have a say–”

“Then maybe you should have turned it down,” you interjected, but Namjoon cut you off, his large hand grabbing yours as you tried to rise, yanking you back down forcefully. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the waiter attempt to walk into the private room but immediately back up as he sensed the tension.

“No one cares–”

“I care, obviously!”

His eyes widened at your tone and you flung his hand aside, your navy dress flourishing with the movement.

“Do you know how many years I spent afterward with my parents rattling off in my ears? That should have been you, maybe you aren’t that smart, holy shit, day in, day out, shit, I still get that damn speech! Imagine my fucking glee when I heard you wanted to go on a date so I could turn your ass down, spending all this time proving myself to live up to you, the ideal.”

“You’re pissed at me because of your parents?” Namjoon sputtered in disbelief. “You won’t give me a chance because of your parents?”

“No, I won’t, because if by some freak accident I actually like you, I will be doing nothing but satisfying their wish to have you as their son.”

“You are being immature, ridiculous, and childish.”

“Good, do you hate me yet?”

“No, I don’t.”

You scowled.

Namjoon pointed to your book. “I recommended this book to Yoongi-hyung recently.”

You glanced at The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. “It’s a book. They are meant to be read.”

“You’ve been using him to keep tabs on me.”

“I don’t use people,” you hissed. “And he does what he wants.”

“Such as being your spy and giving you information about my life when you could ask me directly.”

You scoffed. “Why would he do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, because he thinks it’s hilarious that I ask him the same things about you, so he’s been playing cat-and-mouse with us all these years out of sheer amusement.”

A muscle in your eye twitched. “Why are you keeping tabs on me?”

Namjoon responded automatically. “Because I love you. Why are you keeping tabs on me?”

“Because you irritate me.”

Namjoon narrowed his eyes. “Insufficient logic.”

You were a chess player. You saw the checkmate coming and you couldn’t stop it.

“You asked Yoongi-hyung to sleep with the girl I liked before I could ask her on a date.”

God-fucking-damnnit, Min Yoongi, I told you not to tell anyone!

He cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t want me to be your parents’ son, but your problem could be easily solved if I married another woman. You choose to meddle in it.”

You would have some very choice words with a certain smirking, cat-eyed man later.

“Well, maybe your life should be miserable.”

“Over being high-school valedictorian? I think you’re taking your parents’ projections of success onto you a little too far.”

“It is incredibly annoying how often they remind me I need to seduce you and bear your babies,” you grumbled, feeling your resolve crumble a little.

“You never had to seduce me and there are many alternatives to childbearing, including surrogates and adoption, that I am happy to explore.”

“I want children. I just don’t want my parents to be right about you.”

Namjoon smirked. “What would they be right about?”

You huffed, looking away, somewhat disturbed how that dimpled smirk made your heart flutter a little. “I don’t want to my husband to be a goody-two-shoes. There’s no way I’m spending the rest of my life sampling vanilla ice cream.”

“Oh?”

He purred your name and you frowned at his tone, suddenly low, dangerous, and on the brink of causing heart arrhythmia.

“I wouldn’t worry about that.”

Your eye twitched, heat rising to your neck and cheeks. “Does Min Yoongi not know the meaning of in confidence–”

“I’m very persuasive,” Namjoon drawled, knowing glint in his eye. “And an avid researcher in my own way.”

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nameless drabbles masterpost | masterpost

“Hey ____, do you believe in ghosts?”

As the chapter title oh so happens to also be one of my favorite BTS songs (and side note, I saw this on Twitter last night, and my heart did a thing because it felt serendipitous to see

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Okay, anyways, a part of me felt that this part would take me on a ride because of that. Thankfully, we haven't hit the angst train (yet), so my heart is spared. On the other hand, I was also holding my breath and inadvertently preparing myself for the "what if". Like, what if Taehyung ended up being afraid of her because he knows now? What then? Would he move? Would he still have feelings for her? That sort of thing. (Also, I’ve already read part 4 and….😭. I’ll come back soon and write to you again.)

Taehyung though is really smart (Buzzfeed Unsolved could never! Ryan and Shane need to team up with him one day hahaha!) He’s intuitive and attentive to her, and I love how you highlighted that with all of the small things that he noticed, like her not touching or eating things, not going outside, etc.... I know if it were me, I would've just left it as a coincidence until they would literally have to write it on the walls! I would be that oblivious (mainly because I wouldn't want to assume. Walking through walls? Would probably think I imagined that or something lol!)

Also, I'm laughing at the Twilight reference because I recently had to pack some of my movies and came across that series. It felt really nice to see things from this story parallel with something in my life since it is entirely coincidental.

Okay, thank you so much, August! I can’t wait to update you again!💕

my tears ricochet #3 | kth

#3 what am i (to you)

word count: 1210 words (wait what.)

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: How many lightbulbs can a guy change, before he gets a little suspicious? 

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff/angst/crack (or something like that…)

warnings:   it’s a ghost story, so death will be touched upon //  questionable ghost mythology (sorry, I’m making things up as I go…) //  curse words (like: fuck) are uttered // still sfw // also still only edited by me and not betaread.

A/N: This one got a bit longer accidentally. I’d like to apologize in advance for the last paragraph. And again: THANK YOU FOR LIKING THIS LITTLE SERIES! (I hope you’ll like this installment aswell…it is…kinda…let’s say pivotal?) (A big thank you to Hana, @cutechim , whose words of encouragement stopped me from editing this up to the last second. I didn’t, I swear, I’m just dropping back in here to add this sentence. 💕🥺)

#2 it is you — #4 trivia: ghost

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“Hey ____, do you believe in ghosts?” 

The question catches you off guard, you hope it doesn’t show.

“What?”

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For Taehyung these hours are literal hell. It fucks him up the first time it happens. It fucks him up real bad.

This chapter was so heartbreaking, so intense, oh my goodness, August. The fact that you possibly wrote this with the sole thought of “hm...let’s make someone’s heart hurt”, and put this out into the world makes me both want to break down in front of you just so that you can see the pain I went through, and hug you because hugs always feel nice.

One thing that hurt me the most was that you wrote that this was the first time it happened, insinuating that there could be more instances like this. More instances where Taehyung is grieving the loss of his friend, and more instances where you’ll see me back here crying to you again. Though the main character is technically already dead, the sinking and sickening feeling that comes when someone is ripped out of your life, and you're not sure when you might see them again, or the possibility of never seeing them again, is paralyzing. You brought that out those raw emotions so wonderfully. It was a beautifully tragic thing to read, but I’m glad to have read those words written by you.

And then there’s this part:

It breaks your heart as you sit down next to his lethargic figure and beg him to get up, to please at least drink something, to eat something, to take care of himself, if you can’t do it for him, please, Taehyung.

I began choking up here because I could hear the main character’s voice saying these lines so clearly. Pleading for him to do something, anything, except mourn her, because seeing Taehyung in that state was just as heartbreaking as it is for her (it reminded me of that part in The Lion King with Simba and Mufasa), and it was another reminder that even though he can't see her, she is always watching over him. This was another moment where I wished that they could touch each other since this brought my heart to a new low while reading this story. However, it was mended a little when you wrote, "your unbeating heart jumps". It’s just a reminder of how much they both genuinely care for each other, enough the break the barrier of what is deemed impossible. What should be impossible, and I’m just so in love with these characters.

Thank you so much, August for another part!! I’ll see you soon!!!💕

my tears ricochet #5 | kth

#5 Walpurgisnacht

word count: 855 words

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: Sometimes practical research isn’t all that helpful. Picking up a book probably would have prepared the both of you better for this. (Where is that ghost mentor when you need them?)

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff / angst / crack

(slightly updated) warnings for this chapter:  sfw  // it’s  a ghost story, so death will be touched upon // questionable ghost mythology //  language (curse words) // mentions of accidental boners and subtle horniness // more terrible baking puns  // more angst //  still only edited by me and not betaread.

A/N: We’re almost half way through? When did that happen? Let me take a second to thank all of you again, your comments make my day brighter, make my heart soar and make me giddy to share this story with you. I a-dough you. (Sorry for all the baking-puns, I really love gbbo a lot.). The next few weeks will be a little heavier on the angst, but I promise, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.

#4 trivia:ghost — #6 find me

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On the 30th of April you just vanish into nothingness after dinner.

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Not Even Close | kth

✗ pairing: reader x taehyung

✗ genre: angst, smut, enemies to lovers, college hook up au, pwp unless u squint and if i turn this into something 

✗ rating: mature / 18+

✗ wc: 600

↳ warnings: mostly heavy petting tbh, neck kissing, mentions of taehyung’s voice being all deep and whispery, fingering, dirty talk, taehyung is cocky af, a little bit of self loathing for hooking up w/ someone you supposedly hate

a/n: um this is mostly the result of taehyung being the bane of my own existence. his voice is way too sexy. i also wanted to post before the end of the month. i’m not sure if this will become more than a short little drabble, i just randomly came up with this idea today. sometimes, we’re here for a good time, not a long time, ya know? 

anyway let me know if you like this. a nice ask or an rb with nice tags always makes a difference! ❤️

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The Outsider

summary: Hoseok used to be your everything.

pairing: hoseok x named oc

wc: 1k

genre: pg, lowkey angst, hero/villain au, ex friends au

warning: oc’s hero name is really dumb

a/n: this was supposed to be something else entirely but then it evolved. this came about bc friendo here decided to hit me with a villain post and we keyboard smashed in the dms together hahaha hi hello @hoennislands​ this is for you aka Sosjxisnxjsjd.

part 5 of @btsghostiewritersnet drabble marathon. prompt used: “Without a name to myself, I still revolve around you.” (134340)

“Jay!” you roar as you leapt in front of the boulder Hoseok was just about to toss into the lake. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”

“Ah, so the fire bitch has finally arrived!” He tosses the boulder aside and turns around with a grin on his face, as if he knew you’d show up. “Here to assist me?”

“That’s not my fucking name.”

“Do enlighten me once more, Sosjinx.”

“For the last time, it’s Sosjxisnxjsjd! At least it’s unique compared to your basic ass name!”

“At least people can pronounce it. Unlike your alien ass. Don’t know why you couldn’t have just chosen something like Ember.”

“Fuck you.”

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