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Here is the Namjoon Collection!! Just a few of my favourites. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do!

Dom daddy Joon, @joonsmagicshop (Namjoon/Reader Jungkook/Reader, daddy kink, masturbation)

Caramel, @casuallyimagining (fluff, angst, slice of life)

Oh, Honey!, @yoongiofmine (Fluff, angst, so much smut, strangers to lovers, sugar daddy au.)

What's left of us, @yoongiofmine (fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, exes au.)

Out of the woods, @angelicyoongie (fluff, angst, slight smut, wolf hybrid namjoon x human f!reader)

There's gonna be no take two, @sopebubbles (Idol!Kim Namjoon x reader, angst)

Reckless, @vyduan (angst, idolverse, friends to lovers, slow burn, canon compliant)

Drunk in love, @joon4eva (one-shot ; friends-to-lovers au)

Gift Wrapping, @btsqualityy (fluff, slice of life)

We have time, @souryoong (boyfriend!namjoon x reader, smut)

Prohibido, @personasintro (brother's best friend au, fluff, angst smut)

Bellisima, @personasintro (parents au, fluff, smut)

♡NAMJOON♡ONESHOT REC's

🥵 - Smut 🎀-Fluff 🔴-Angst

⏐🥵⏐ The Babysitter by @tsukisrants »Pairing : Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Age Gap , Babysitter!Namjoon

⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ Nice Guys Finish Last by @muniimyg »Pairings : Med Student Namjoon + Med Student OC »Summary : Strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and then.. strangers again?

⏐🥵⏐ New Workout Plan by @kyph3r »Pairings : Trainer!Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Summary : In which... your new trainer is hot, you're horny, and it's past closing hours

⏐🎀⏐ Say you forgive me by @mykoreanlove »Pairings : Trainer!Namjoon x Fem!Reader.

⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐ Eight Years by @jungkookstatts »Pairing : Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Genre : MarriedCouple!AU, EstablishedRelationship!AU, very soft Joon but also extremely powerful and dominant Joon. »Summary : Namjoon and you have been married for eight years. What makes it so great? Maybe the fact that your husband never stopped loving you with just as much passion as the first day he fell in love.

⏐🎀⏐ Fireworks by @tteokggukk »Pairings : Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Genre : Friends to lovers. »Summary : It’s new year’s eve and you decide to ditch finding someone for a new year’s kiss. instead, you spend your time waiting for the fireworks with your best friend, namjoon, stalling and talking about how fireworks worked.

♡NAMJOON♡SERIES REC'S

🎀 -Fluff 🥵 -Smut 🔴 - Angst

📚 - Completed 🖊- Ongoing

⏐🖊⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ Business Proposal by @solarwonux »Pairings : Namjoon x Fem!reader »Genre : Ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au ,slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love . »Summary : Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do”.

⏐📚⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ Cockpit by @lbxbx »Pairings : Namjoon x Fem!Reader. »Summary : Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

⏐📚⏐🥵⏐🎀⏐🔴⏐ Kaleidoscope by @colormepurplex2 »Pairings : Musician!Namjoon x Artist!Fem!Reader. »Genre : Private Mutual Pining, Artist Muse, Neighbors AU »Summary : He’s your neighbor, but he’s also slowly become your secret muse over the years. It’s the small details that draw you in, little pops of color in the otherwise mundane world, and they make you want to learn more about the man from across the hall—the brilliant kaleidoscope in your life.

The runaway is my mate (teaser)

“Those wolves shifter are hiddious beasts.

They’ll always hunt us,kill us and eat us.

You shouldn’t go into the wood no matter what.”

All of those tales,those words that you heard everyday.You supposed to believe all of them.Listen to what people said.But actually it was a total wrong when you got to know it yourself...

- Coming soon -

The runaway is my mate.(Namjoon ff)

Summary : The story started when a girl ranaway.Trying to ran from her problem for awhile.However the feet brought her to the hut,met a boy that made her life changed.Little do they both knew that the friendship they started and shared would turn into a bond for a life time... 

5 years old

“huh huh huh...”

A heavy breathe could be heard,echoed in the forest.You were there all alone. Running out of your owner house at late night and lost in forest wasn’t a good thing.However because of those two cruel people in the village,you needed to. Step by step into the forest without knowing the direction,you got afraid more and more.

Not knowing the way but still kept walking,you soon met with the hut.The light inside made you feel like she wanted to get in.You wanted the warmness in there and asked for their help.Step by step again to the house until arrived in front of the wooden door.You were going to knock when the door bursted open.

“Human?!” Is the first and only thing he spoke.You wondered why he called you human like it was a big deal.Wasn’t he also like you,you wondered.“You look uhh pale,why you are in front of my house?” The boy asked you another question. However with the tireness that suddenly attacked you,made you fall down to the ground.“Mom! Help!” Only thing you heard before your whole body shutted down.

“Sweaty you already awake.”You opened you eyes and looked around.First thing in your sight was a woman around your mother age.“Drink first and you may go back.”You only nodded and observed the house.“Mom is she already- hey you’re up now.” The boy walked toward you with his smile and dimples plastered on his face.

You looked at him nervously.Only sip the tea and watched him with scary look. “Don’t be afraid,I’m Namjoon and a wolf shifter.”You gasped a bit.Your body started to tense.“Namjoon-ah you’re scaring her now.She’s human remeber?”

The boy only nodded with sad look.“You must be a human from the village outer wood.They must tell a lot of fake tale about us,aren’t they?” You looked up.

“Don’t worry,we’re wolf shifter but we didn’t like to harm anyone.Not when they’re innocent.” You stared at them.Although you afraid,you wanted to know them more.The woman ended up tell you a real story of her kind.The boy would always add the detial which made his mother chuckle.

“I think you need to go dear.Your parents must be worry.” “I don’t have parents.” She looked taken back but gave you a smile.“Don’t worry dear,you’re now Namjoon’s friend.You can also visit here like your home.” She stroked your hair, made you miss the warmness that you familiar.“Namjoon send her back please.”

“But mom,I want her to stay.”

The boy walked out with pout face,sent the girl back to her place.While walking with her to the entrance of the wood,he learnt more about her.“Time to say good bye.” The girl nodded and bidded him a good bye.“Please come visit me,Y/N.”

And you walk back to your house.

“Look mom,who has already come back.” The boy who spoke toward his mother with cocky voice.His mother who walked out with a belt in her hand signaled you to accept the punishment.“Who gave you permission to run out of the house!” She slapped you.You only cried silently and accept your fate.

8 years old

You were hanging around with Namjoon for three years now.You got to know his friends including Jin,Yoongi and Hoseok.Two of them older than you while Hosoek was around your age like Namjoon.You got along really well with them. You wonder why they never show up at the school.

“We have our own school.In the west of the forest.” Jin answered and you were getting excited to know more.Hanging around with them made all your sorrow faded away.Although your life still got bullied by your owner son and her.But with them you felt your life was refreshing.

“How about your school Y/N?” You ended up tell your story.Felt embarrase in front of them.“Namjoon can teach and Yoongi hyung as well,they’re genuis.” “Jhope we’ll teach her all together.” Hoseok smiled and start teaching you basic things.Counting number,Reading some books that Namjoon carry with him and others more.“It late,I need to go.” You picked up your basket and ran back to the house. 

12 years old

All of them grew up with their bound got stronger.The group of yours got bigger since Hoseok introduced you three more.They were all younger than you. They called you ‘noona’ which you felt nice.At least all of them was family to you.

Namjoon got more duty since he grew up.Jin told you he would become an Alpha for their village.

“What is ‘Alpha’ mean?” You asked out of curious.Yoongi then explained to you in every single detail.You didn’t understand much but got some idea.“Sorry guys I’m late.” “Oh you’re here now hyung.We’re explaining Y/N noona about Alpha and stuff.”Jungkook spoke with the one who just arrive.

That day you ended up talking different things about them.You got to know that beside their shifting ability,they also have ability like run faster,healing,seeing in the dark,sensitive with smelling etc.You had a lot of fun.Also got to know that their develop would faster than their real age like year or two ahead.

16 years old

Some of them would all fully grown if you counted their wolf age.Jin would probably around 20 and Yoongi follow him by 19.Namjoon and Hoseok were around 18.The maknae were 17-15 which nearly the time.

Althoug the fully grown started to do some job now especially Namjoon.That didn’t stop you guys from hanging around each other.However it made you feel like Namjoon drifted away.You neeeded to hang up with the maknae instead.

The maknae kept telling you everyday that Namjoon would come.They tried to put hope on you.Days passed by and it didn’t work anymore.You just accepted the truth that his duty was important.You just his friend so it would be the second priority for him.

19 years old

You didn’t get a chance to see the older ones anymore.Only the maknae hanged around you.The loneliness came back again but you didn’t show it.You were hanged around with the maknae peacefully until one day...

“Noona I’ve got apple pies for us.” Jimin happily spoke while skipping toward you.Taehyung and Jungkook already sat beside you.When the basket in front of those two,they started bickering each other.All of sudden,the sound of gun appeared in the air.

“Who came in here?” Jungkook asked.None of us knew what happened. Taehyung started growling and became protective so did Jimin.They sensed something wrong.“Y/N hide,someone following you here.” Taehyung pushed you into the bush.

You hid there like they told you.The sound of fighting then started,you really want to help them.However your fear didn’t allow your body to move any inch.You didn’t know how long the time pass until the sound comepletely gone.

“Jimin,Taehyung!” Firstthing you notice was wolves laid lifeless on the floor.You ran toward them.You were useless right now and something popped in your mind.“Guys I need you to stand up,we’re going to Namjoon place.” You couldn’t carry them in wolves form so you told them to turn back.

“Anyone here?” You knocked on the door for awhile now and no one answered. You still knocked on it until someone open.“Hello dear- oh get them inside.” His mother stopped half way of greeting you and helped you with the two wolves. Settle them down and started treating their wound.You told her everything and she tried to calm you down.

“Mom I’m ho-” The deep voice stopped mid way.You turned around and met the owner of the voice.His body was fully grown over three years.Three years that you didn’t meet each other.However he growled out when he saw you.“You! what did you do to them?” “Joon I didn’t do an-” He growled out again.“Don’t lie to me.You know Y/N that I hate lying the most.”

You stayed silence.He was fumming ight now and you couldn’t do anything.You stood there and shook with fear.His mom told him to calm down but he didn’t listen.“No mom,don’t try to protect this filthy human.” The word he spitted out, cut deep into your heart.You weren’t his friend anymore? 

“Hyung...Namjoon..hyung.” Taehyung muttered his word out.He tried to reach Namjoon hands.Namjoon grabed them and listened to his brother.“They got Jungkook.Help him hyung,help him.” Taehyung started sobbing.“Tae I’ll he-” You didn’t get to finish your word,he cut you off.“Get out and never return.You aren’t longer welcome here.” That was pang into your chest.You felt like crying but you controled it.

“Okay I see this is our good bye then.I’m sorry Namjoon.” You ran out of the house that once was your family.You cried along the way until reached your owner house.

A week passed that you didn’t step back into the wood.However along the week, you tried your best to find Jungkook.You were so sure that he was alive.You checked liked every single house of hunters in the village.Unfortunately you didn’t find him anywhere.

“Is the seller coming here tonight?” You heard one of the hunter.Curious got the best of you so you decided to spy on them.“Probably,our goods are ready right?” You listened without their attention till the end.That was when you started to plan how to get Jungkook out.

Old ware house at night

You took a peek inside from window.You then saw a bunch of wolves in there. The men guarded the house like it was treasure.You tried staying silence as possible,sneaked into the house through window.

"pss...Jungkook." You called him gently.He turned his face immediately with his eyes widen."noona?" You then helped him out of the knot.He aked any question but you stopped him mid air.“No time to answer,I shoud get you out with others.”

Jungkook understood what you say.He immediately communicated with others.It wasn’t easy to convince them to believe you.However in this kind of situation, they were willing to risk.You and Jungkook thought of a plan.

“So we gonna sneak through windows,as quick as you guys can.” Jungkook told the others while you waited for them.You noticed the back door so you with Jungkook help,sucessfully broke it.One by one sneak out the way you set. “Thanks noona,I owe you my life.”

Unfortunately for you two,the gaurd from outside opened the door to check the room.“Intruder!” He spoke with another one.That was when you and Jungkook started to run for your life.You guys were running into the wood,the way that lead to the shifter village.The guards still chased you from behind.

“Jungkook!” You noticed one of them shoot something toward Jungkook.You with no hesitation covered him from it.Jungkook then change his form and carried you on his back.There were more but you covered him up.“I guess I need to fight then.”

Jungkook body now fueled with anger.He ran toward them and bit them.Let the venom from his mouth ran into there blood.The other one try to helped his friend. Using his pocket knife and ran to stab Jungkook.“Ouch.” Jungkook turned around and saw he was knocked out.

“Noona!” Jungkook grabed you before your body dropped.He ran to the closest house that he knew.“Yoongi hyung!” He panted when the older open the door.He then laid you down on the floor.Yoongi didn’t ask anything but carried you to the couch.

He silently treated your wound until he finished.When he settle everything in place,he eyed the younger one.“Speak.” Jungkook told him the whole story.That was when Jin entered the house.“Yoongi,help me wi- oh god!” He dropped his grocerry bags on the floor.Rushing toward the lifeless girl on the couch.

“Oh dear,what happen to my lil daughter?” He looked at your body full of bandages.Yoongi told him the story.“Poor girl,Why do you did this Namjoon?” He sigh and sat beside Jungkook.“Namjoon still mad?” Yoongi asked and Jin nodded.

“What happen with him hyung?” Jungkook confused with the two of them.“Your beloved leader misunderstood everything when she*point at you* helped Tae and Jimin.” “I need to talk to him.She didn’t do anything.” Jungkook springed up from the couch,straight to the door.

“Even Tae,he didn’t give a shit.So I suggest you sit down.” Yoongi spoke and the younger then calm down.“Don’t worry about it,I’ll handle this myself then.” Yoongi stood and talked to Jin who was on the kitchen by now.

2 days passed but you still slept at the couch.Jungkook worried about your health but Yoongi told him you were fine.Jin made sure to switch the turn with Jungkook.

“Come in.” Yoongi opened the door for someone to come inside.Jungkook looked up and saw Namjoon entered the house with Jhope.“Hyung!” Jungkook eyes lighted up with hope.Yoongi and Jhope excused themselves into the kitchen.Namjoon scanned the body that laid there peacefully.

“Please hyung believe Tae,believe us.It wan’t her fault.” Jungkook pleaded the leader.He didn’t want him to misunderstand his noona,the one who saved his life in a wrong way.“Jungkook,come in here for a minute.” Yoongi shouted his name. Jungkook stood and looked at the leader before disappeared into the kitchen.

Namjoon POV.

I stared at her body.The body that once smiled at me,enjoyed herself with me and others,talked and played with us now laid lifelessly.My wolf howled in agony. ‘This was your fault.’ ‘Don’t peirce it deep in me further more,RM.’ I talked with the wolf inside my head.

“Why didn’t I believe you that time?” I asked myself.Asking myself again and again while took her hand in mine.“You realised now I see.” I turned toward the voice.“It’s my fault.”

“Yeah it’s your fault,idiot.You knew well than the others that she won’t ever dare to do that.” Yoongi hyung spoke coldly.“That time when I saw Tae and Jimin,I was so angry.I was so angry that they hurted.They hurted and I didn’t know or be able to help them hyung.” Yoongi replied sharply.“And you take your anger toward her?Toward the girl who try to help.The girl who you knew well like really well.The girl wh-”

“Hyung please,don’t say it right now.” Namjoon stopped him in the middle of sentence.“You can’t ignore the fact that she’s your mate Joon!” Right now Yoongi hyung got angry and raised his voice.“She’s...your mate?/Is that true Joon?” Jungkook,Jin hyung and Hope started asking me.

“Fuck that stupid rule,you should care about her first Namjoon.” Yoongi hyung seemed to be mad,really mad.Jin hyung tried to calm him down.“I don’t want you to be stubborn and end up like me Joon.” That was when Jin hyung took Yoongi hyung out of the room.

Since that day,I took care her.Took care of my own mistake that let this happen.I remembered what mom said before I came here.The conversation clearly in my head.‘Believe you heart Joon.’ and now I was doing what her said.

When the 95 ones got better.They always came and visited her.In a few days afterward,she awoke.The Maknae cheered up and started thanking her with her help.She only smile.The situation between us was so akward.

End Namjoon POV.

“Jimin hyung,did you know that noona is soon to be our luna?” Jungkook asked Jimin and Tae sat there listening as well.“What happened when we were knocked out?” Taehyung asked the youngest.

Jungkook then started gossiping the story to the two hyungs.“But you knows,hyung didn’t want to admit it.” Jimin glance at the leader.They were talking about it.Glancing a few time to the leader and talked again.

Time flew so fast,you were back on your own feet again,healthy and alive. Namjoon realised how much he loved you and this time he wouldn’t make a mistake again,he sweared to himself.He apologized for everything and spent more time with you.Your bond came back and surprisingly stronger.However little did you know he didn’t feel the same about you anymore.

22 years old

After the incident,everything fell back into their places.You finally decided to escape from your owner and lived in shifter village instead.Your story have been told to the others,that made them respect you a lot.You needed a year to adjust all of shifters.Well it wasn’t that bad after all.

“Noona let’s go.” Jimin draged you out of your house.Taehyung already waited you with Jin.The four of you started your journey.You were wonder why they blinded fold you.Jin only said you should wait to see yourself.

The journey from your house to wherever they plan seems to be so long.You felt a little bit tired.Taehyung who noticed it then insisted you to ride him.Jimin and Jin then put you up on Taehyung back.

“We arrive?” You felt Taehyung stopped.You asked them to make sure and Jin reply a ‘yes’ to you.You then hopped down from thewolf back.When you landed, you noticed how soft this place was.“I’ll send you here,He’ll continue from me noona.”

I felt someone grabbed me.I followed whoever lead me right now.“Hi ma’am I’m Jungkook,your guide for today.” I chuckled after hearing the weird voice that the younger made.“Then lead the way.” He continued his job until finally stopped somewhere.“I’ll take your blind fold now noona.” After his word,the matress on your eyes removed.

You openned your eyes to adjust the light and surrounding.Admiring the beautifulness around you and smiled.“Oh I need to go,your prince’ll arrive soon.” ‘Your prince,who?’ The question popped up in your head.You took a seat on the green grasses.Feeling so fresh and warm,under the sun that was soon goint to set down the skyline.

“Ahem”You turned toward the voice.Eyes widen when you recognized the man.He was dressed in his white tux,bouquet in his left hand and the right hid behind his back.His smile was so genuine and the dimples popped up on his apple cheeks.

“What was all of this Joon?” You asked the man in front of you.You didn’t know what really happened.However you heart filled up with happiness and warmness like it’s never happened before.He walked to you,step by step until no space between you two.

“Well a-actually I sh-should...” He stuttered which made you laugh.He scratched his neck and started again.“I should have done this for a long time but stupid me.I didn’t realise my feeling back then.So *take a deep breathe* I know this is too fast for you and me.We should have date firstor something but I can’t wait. Will you be mine?”

The man dropped down on his knee.Opening the little red box in his right hand and presented you a diamond ring.You tried hard to comprehen everything in front of your sight.Your heart swelled up with joy.

“I suppose we should go on at least one date.” You smiled and he jumped up and hug you really tight.Not so long after that,all cheering sound filled the air. The other six men came up and congrat you guys.It was one of your best days ever in your li-

“Babe what are you doing?”

Present time ; 28 years old

You looked up and saw your husband walked in.His sleepy face made you smiled.“Let’s sleep,I don’t want to sleep alone.” He gently bent down and hug you from behind your chair.“Just a moment Joon,I have a sentence out two to finish.”

Namjoon picked up the notebook on the table.He carefully read it.Soon the smile flashed on his face.“So this is your diary?” He asked you while flipped to read other pages.“Well let me finish for you then.”He put down the diary,picked up the pen then started wrting.You waited until he finished.He then peck your lips and took you back to the bedroom.

“Tell me what did you write again?” You asked him but he didn’t speak anything. You ended up sulking a bit.He only laugh and gently caressed you.“What I write was-” “Appa,Eomma...” The small voice called you from the door.

“What is it,my boy?” Namjoon got up from the bed and picked the boy up.He placed him on the matress in the middle of you guys.“I have a bad dream.” You started patting his head.Namjoon calmed him down and talked sweatly to him until he fell asleep.“Tell me what did you write?” “Go read it yourself tomorrow.”

‘Namjoon note : And this is the story of my wife and me.Who would believe that Alpha like me will have a mate like her.I guess The runaway is my mate.’

- The end -

Hi guys,how was it? I didn’t know if it was good or not since I came up with it randomly.It was in my draft for a long time now and I don’t know what to update right now.Here we go this story,I hope you enjoy.Don’t forget to check out the others as well.I’ll update the master list soon so see ya next time.

BTS 4 Horse men (Hyung Line)

Summary : The empire of human race started falling.Everything seemed to displace as if it was a sign from the above.When everything on earth turned into chaos. 4 men stepped down on earth and witnessed what they have done. Living in a human world, where they hated, only to wait and see everything collapsed, a strange event then occured. A girl appeared in front of their door...

ps. BTS hyung line x Child reader : For a first time I want to write this kind of thing.

Inspo : ‘Namjoon eager to be a father.’ in one of the live. (I forgot this thing hang around my draft for a long time now.)

Kim Namjoon : War 

- A hot-headed guy. However, he was a big bad dad for you in a good way. When your presence was in front of their door, he was the stiff one and not fond of the idea of raising a ‘human’ child.

- He is the best dad you can ask for. You don’t know what happens to your real parents, but you love your family. After living with you for years and seeing you grow up in front of his eyes makes him change his point of view toward human and not to mention how protective he can get with you.

- One of the geniuses on this earth. He taught you everything since you were an infant. When you were younger, he was so strict toward you to the point you cried that day. Jhope scolded him for that.

- Afterward, he tried his best to be gentle. You then grew less afraid toward him. Your bond with him gets better. He is now your big bad dad with a soft spot for you and you’re his lovely holy child.

Kim Seokjin : Famine

- Suppose to be a dad, but want to be your uncle instead. He was the calmest person out of 4 of them. He told Jhope to send the child to the foster house. However, they remembered that most of the world was a ruin.

- A chef that feeds a little one, you. He will make sure every meal is delicious and full of nutrients in order t- “Growing up and have a beautiful face like me.” a/n: “Jin, you shouldn’t interrupt the author nim.”

- Seeing the other people in pain because of huger was his favorite thing. However, with you, he will kill anyone who dares to starve his precious niece. One time, Yoongi forgot to put a lunch box in your backpack. That day, believe it or not, he scolded Yoongi and sit that guy in the corner of the house like a little kid.

- When you grow up, he shares many recipes with you. Both of you will sometimes end up in the kitchen. Having a battle. That becomes an uncle-niece thing for you both.

Jung Hoseok : Pestilence

- “Wait, why there’s a child in front of our house?” He picked you up and looked at you. “Aigooooooo, poor baby, you are cute. Hobi is going to take care of you.” And this guy decided to bring you in. Didn’t care about Yoongi’s glare or Namjoon’s protest.

- With Jin agreed after Jhope begged him, those two couldn’t do anything. That day you became a child of 4 horsemen. Jhope would always look after you with eyes full of gentleness. No one understands him at first until you start growing.

- The one, who can end this world by using his ‘fetal diseases’ curse, will be upset and worry every time you catch a cold or scratch yourself with something unintentionally. Like the above, when Namjoon to strict with you and nearly hurt you, he scolded the war god and almost punched that guy.

- He is your happy uncle because you always see his smile. Sometimes he will sneak you out of the house to send you to your ballet school. The other find out about you dance because Jhope drags them to one of your performance. After the show, all of them run to you and act as the proud dads.

Min Yoongi : Death

- ‘Suga’ was the first word you call him. It was a day when you were so young and barely could speak a word. Everyone was having breakfast. When Jin put some sugar power on your pancakes, the white glitter reminded you of him. The other laughed.

- That day he was angry, but never toward you. Since then your grumpy uncle allow only you to call ‘Suga’. If other boys do, he will glare them with deathliest glare. 

- “Why am I your grumpy uncle?” He once asks since you will call the other nicely when you introduce them to someone for example your teacher. He feels a bit annoy until he hears your answer and it melts his heart. He was like a grumpy bear to you. Love dark aesthetic and always cold, but deep down you know he loves you.

- He can kill someone who hurt you if that means it will bring your lifely self back. Your smile becomes his favorite thing in the household. One day, you come home with a gloomy face because a friend in your class bullies you for have no mother. The first thing he whispers to you was “Who do I need to kill, princess?”

Author note : I forgot that this has been in my draft for so long now. I hope you enjoy this plot with lovely hyung line. It took me awhile to remember the core idea for this one. See you next time.

Ѽ Halloween 2020 Fanfiction Collection Ѽ

Happy Halloween everyone! Spooky season is upon us and that means spooky fanfictions! I have worked extra hard to compile this masterlist of spooky, supernatural, or fantasy content filled stories for you to enjoy! Feel free to check them out and please give the author some love!!!! 

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BTS ot7

When October Ends by @minniepetals​

Festivities by @sopewriters​  (Yoongi x Reader x Jeongguk) (M)

Happy Halloween! by @an-exotic-writer​

Recrudescence by @chimchimsauce​

The Dark Dayz by @galaxtaes​

Fright Fest (Masterlist) by @adonis-koo​

Halloween Drabbles (Masterlist) by @army-author​

Halloween Movie Night by @baehyukng​

Dead By Dawn by @aredheadedmess​

Kim Namjoon

The End by @illumose​

The Interview by @tatastaetae​

Monster by @wordycerty​

Monsters in the Woods by @dat-town​

Threads of a Resurgent by @magicalsalamander​

Trance by @nelliiwrites​

Kim Seokjin

The Seance by @junqkook​

Quietus by @kingsuckjin​

Min Yoongi

Magic of the Night by @gukyi​

The Crossroad by @erosjeon​

Blackthorn Manor by @kpopfanfictrash​

Haunted Cornmaze by @dat-town​

Jung Hoseok

Candyman by @thedarkfactory​

Perfidy by @yminie​

Bangtan Unsolved: The Spoopy Spirits of Franklin Castle by @bangtanstanst​

My Soul to Reap by @readyplayerhobi​ (M)

The Watcher by @yandere-society​

Park Jimin

Unorthodox by @chaoticneutralwriter​

Destroyer of Worlds by @readyplayerhobi​

Midnight Moonlight by @guksheart​

3 AM Demon by @chaoticneutralwriter​

Kim Taehyung

Boo! by @jaeminlore​

Synthesis by @jincherie​

Mystery Gang; unsolved by @jincherie​

Cat & Mouse by @tatastaetae​

All Hallows by @ksmuttherapy​ (M)

Jeon Jeongguk

Bracelet Bells & Teddy Bears by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife​

Raising Demons by @jeonseok​ (M)

Bleed by @bang-tan-bitches​

Sub Rosa by @jincherie​

Devilman by @koosgrl​ (M)

Bury a Friend by @personawife​

Ghost!Jeongguk by @an-annyeoing-writer​

Cemetery Drive by @guksheart​

2022 Halloween Fanfiction Collection

Helllloo again!

Welcome everyone to Bangtan Fic Archive's 2022 spooky Halloween fanfiction collection!!!! We are thrilled to have this master post again! Once again spooky season has arrived and we all know what that means; spooky fanfictions!

This is a master post compiled of horror, supernatural, and fantasy content for your enjoyment! Check them out below and don't forget to give the author some love!

Enjoy!

BTS OT7

Spooked by @alpacaparkaseok →You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong? | PG | fluff | horror | humor |

Kim Namjoon

Ensnared by @jamaisjoons →Dragged out by your friends the week before halloween, you hunt down the elusive slenderman. However, none of them know, he’s much closer to you than they think. | M | smut | horror |

Fear - You're My Tear by @springalwayscomes →Cursed and condemned, he couldn’t do anything else but take lives and souls away, killing them with their deepest fear. With her though, it didn’t seem to work. Was she even scared of something? | M | horror |

Kim Seokjin

The Chanting Man by @springalwayscomes →Stopping the car in the middle of a foggy road on Halloween’s night is creepy. Even a shadow standing in the middle of it is creepy, let alone if the shadow turns out to be incredibly beautiful, slides into your car humming a creepy tune and asks you to guide him home. | PG-13 | horror |

Little Red by @lily-blue →The classic story of a girl who pays a visit to her grandma in her red cloak with an itsy-bitsy twist in roles a.k.a. the big bad wolf isn’t that scary anymore. | PG-13 | angst | violence | horror |

In The Woods Somewhere by @7ndipity →A camping trip with your boyfriend takes an unsettling turn when you can't shake the feeling of being watched | PG-13 | angst | horror | violence |

Min Yoongi

The Hunt by @thedarkfactory →"Want To Know Why I Love Playing In The Dark?” | PG-13 | horror | angst |

Scarecrow by @bubmyg →You’re going to keep telling yourself (and Yoongi) that the maze is targeted towards literal children or the one where yoongi growls at a fake scarecrow. | PG | fluff | humor |

DreamCatcher by @jimlingss →When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser. | PG-13 | angst | horror | fluff |

What the Water Gave Us by @hobivore →What was supposed to be a quiet Tuesday night in the middle of a hectic week is ruined by the sudden arrival of a strange man. | M | angst | horror |

Jung Hoseok

"If This Movie Is Scary, I'm Breaking Up With You" by @joheun-saram →Hoseok loses a bet and now has to endure watching your favorite horror movie. | PG-13 | fluff | horror | humor |

Potions and Poisons by @jjungkookislife →Reviving your memories last Hallows Eve was just the beginning for you and your warlock husband. You’ve quite settled in nicely to your life as his wife and even found a town where you won’t have to fear for your lives. Everything just seems to be falling into place while you simmer in marital bliss. However, your magic still needs some fine tuning… | M | smut |

Park Jimin

Blessing and a Curse by @btsmosphere →You are the unlukiest person you know. Park Jimin seems to be the exception to the rule. But when strange dreams start haunting you, Jimin begins to piece together the events that have followed you your whole life… | PG-13 | fluff | angst | romance | humor |

The Cave Dweller by @girl8890 →It started out as a curiosity, then you met a being that took up your interest altogether. You’ve always been the type of person to comfort those who are lonely, you just didn’t expect your new found friend to be a cave monster. A monster that teaches you tricks of magic, and you eventually teach him your own dirty tricks. | M | smut | angst | horror |

Lovely Demons by @kpopfanfictrash →As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself. | M | smut | violence | angst | fluff |

Kim Taehyung

Visitation of a Lover by @flowesona →It just so happened that through death that they would be brought together. | PG-13 | angst | horror | violence |

Reset Character by @almostkoo →Oc gets dared by friends to spend the night in a supposedly “haunted” mansion that used to belong to a upcoming actor in the 70’s, Kim Taehyung, oc comes face to face with the spector himself and has questions about the broken veil. | PG-13 | angst | horror | fluff |

Jeon Jeongguk

What, Are You Scared? by @honeytae →You vowed a long time ago to stay away from scary movies… | PG-13 | fluff | horror | romance |

Virgin Sacrifice by @girl8890 →Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected. | M | smut | horror |

Deal by @jeonstudios →What do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for Taehyung’s. | M | smut | angst | horror | violence | fluff |

House of Cards by @cyberdva →A vacation by the shore with a break from constant labor was all a young couple could dream of and when that time finally presented itself it was exactly what they pounced for. A tiny community on the edge of a coastline caught the attention of a young idol and his hidden lover, yet the all but homey atmosphere chipped away at an alarming rate past their arrival. Small happenings caught the eye of the sharp-witted woman, more and more occurrences kept shoving chilling encounters her way. Something was brewing and with the faith of next to no one it was in her hands to keep the life of her dearest at bay along with the force of a menacing spirit having ties to hundreds of myths, it might just be too late. Was it time for a final goodbye? | PG-13 | fluff | horror | angst |

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M A S T E R L I S T

🌙 Hello, Welcome!

ᵖᵒᵈᵉᵐ ᵐᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵐᵃʳ ᵈᵉ ˢᵃˢᵃ.

ᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉᵘᵈᵒ ᵈᵒˢ ᵐᵉᵘˢ ᵖᵒˢᵗˢ ᵖᵒᵈᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉʳ ᵗᵉᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵈᵘˡᵗᵒˢ, ᵉⁿᵗᵃᵒ 🔞

ᵉˢᶜʳᵉᵛᵒ ᵒ ˤᵘᵉ ᵍᵒˢᵗᵒ ᵉ ˤᵘᵃⁿᵈᵒ ᵖᵒˢˢᵒ.

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ᵃⁱⁿᵈᵃ ⁿᵃᵒ ᵐᵒⁿᵗᵉⁱ ᵘᵐ ᶜʳᵒⁿᵒᵍʳᵃᵐᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵃ ᵃˢ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵃᵍᵉⁿˢ, ᵐᵃˢ ᵈᵉᶠⁱⁿⁱᵈᵃˢ ᵃˢ ᵈᵃᵗᵃˢ, ᵉᵘ ⁱⁿᶠᵒʳᵐᵃʳᵉⁱ ᵃˤᵘⁱ!

B A N G T A N B O Y S

° IMAGINES

° REACTIONS

° SCENARIOS

M A R V E L

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S É R I E S & F I L M E S

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ᶠⁱˤᵘᵉᵐ ᵃ ᵛᵒⁿᵗᵃᵈᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵃ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᶻᵉʳ ᵖᵉᵈⁱᵈᵒˢ ᵒᵘ ᵐᵉ ᵐᵃⁿᵈᵃʳ ᵐᵉⁿˢᵃᵍᵉⁿˢ. <(￣︶￣)>

In the end, it will be you and me.

- um mini imagine. - (só para atualizar por aqui)

Namjoon x !leitora.

Drama e mais drama.

"Você acha que vamos superar isso?" Um longo suspirou escapou dos lábios de Namjoon.

O barulho do sapato de meu namorado contra o chão estava começando a me irritar. Ele andava de um lado para o outro bastante inquieto.

"E-eu realmente não sei..." Minhas palavras sinceras saíram meio perdidas de meus lábios trêmulos.

Eu queria chorar.

Mordi meu lábio inferior tentando controlar meus sentimentos.

"Você quer ao menos tentar!?" Meu namorado se exaltou um pouco. "Porque está parecendo que só eu me importo com essa situação." Passou as mãos pelos fios bagunçados, e se sentou um pouco distante do meu corpo.

Minha pele estava fria. A brisa estava gelada e os pelos de meu corpo estavam levemente arrepiados.

"Eu não tenho culpa." Meus dedos inquietos foram até meu bolso e segurei a pequena caixa de cigarros entre eles. "Lutei anos por essa bolsa de estudos, e se eu preciso ir morar em outro país, eu irei." Coloquei um palito de cigarro entre os dentes e acendi. "Eu amo você com todo o meu ser, mas essa oportunidade é tudo o que eu sempre sonhei." Soltei a fumaça na direção contrária de Namjoon.

Virei meu rosto e procurei em seus olhos a compreensão e conforto que minha alma precisava.

"Você disse que iria parar de fumar." Traguei o cigarro mais uma vez, sentindo os peso da frase sobre mim. "Vai ser difícil lidar com a distância." Respirei fundo e me encolhi na cadeira. Nam estava encarando a paisagem a sua frente, completamente perdido em pensamentos.

Seria egoísmo meu querer que ele esperasse por mim? Que nos próximos anos o coração dele pertencesse apenas a mim?

Eu queria correr para os braços de Namjoon e me sentir totalmente segura.

Ser dele e apenas para ele.

Ouvir juras de amor e a confirmação de que tudo ficaria bem.

Que no fim, seria eu e ele.

Mas eu não sabia se ele permitiria, se eu ainda possuía esse direito.

"Você me odeia?" Apaguei o cigarro no cinzeiro ao meu lado.

Eu realmente não sei se quero saber a resposta. Nosso relacionamento pode acabar por minha causa, por minhas escolhas e carreira.

Hoje de manhã, quando recebi o e-mail de confirmação de aceitação da faculdade de artes, meu coração quase saiu do peito de felicidade, mas quando voltei a mim e percebi que teria que partir, parecia que o mundo tinha desabado sobre a minhas cabeça.

Namjoon sempre soube da minha vontade de ir embora para Inglaterra atrás de meus sonhos, mas quando leu o e-mail não reagiu da melhor forma.

Por isso, estamos sentados na varanda de seu apartamento tentando resolver toda essa situação da "melhor maneira possível".

"Eu nunca te odiaria." Seu olhar estava perdido no céu estrelado sobre nós. "Você é a mulher da minha vida." Me encarou e percebi seu semblante triste.

Passei a mão em meu rosto e permiti que as lágrimas saíssem livremente.

Tentei controlar meus soluços, mas as palavras estavam presas em minha garganta.

"Nam- por favor..." Me aproximei de meu namorado e joguei meu corpo sobre ele.

Seus braços me apertaram com força e seus lábios fizeram uma pequena trilha de beijos por meu rosto.

"Vamos dar um jeito, meu amor." Beijou o topo de minha cabeça. "Eu nunca te culparia por priorizar as suas vontades. Saiba que eu sou o seu maior apoiador, hum?" Deixou um selinho na ponta do meu nariz.

"Nosso amor vai prevalecer, não é?" Coloquei meus braços em volta de seu pescoço, trazendo seu rosto o mais próximo possível de meu.

"Sempre."

Encostei nossos lábios e senti tudo a nossa volta parar. Os problemas não existiam mais e toda a preocupação tinha evaporado do mundo.

Nossas línguas dançavam em sintonia e o beijo fluía naturalmente.

Eu nasci para beijar Kim Namjoon e ser sua.

Levei minhas mãos para os sedosos fios de cabelos castanhos, passeando com meus dedos sobre sua nuca.

Se o barulho da movimentação da cidade não fosse tão alto, o Kim conseguiria ouvir os batimentos do meu coração.

Que a cada batida pediam por seus toques e por seu amor.

Separamos o beijo com alguns selinhos e permaneci com os olhos fechados, aproveitando da sensação maravilhosa que crescia em meu peito.

"Não vou poder te acompanhar, mas nós daremos um jeito, ok?" Beijou meus lábios mais uma vez. "Eu queria ir com você e te apoiar de pertinho, e poder estar sempre ao seu lado." Colocou uma mecha de meu cabelo atrás de minha orelha. "Mas não posso abandonar os meninos e tem o contrato com a empresa."

"Ok, eu entendo, Nam." Sorri. "Eu jamais pediria que largasse a sua vida por mim." Confessei. "Eu vou voltar para você."

"Não vejo a hora de ouvir o seu sotaque britânico." Suas covinhas apareceram em suas bochechas.

"Bobo."

"E tomar o seu chá britânico." Levantou as sobrancelhas.

Uma risada escapou de meus lábios e percebi que o clima estava bem melhor.

Ainda estávamos tristes, mas sabíamos que no fim, tudo daria certo.

"Você também é o meu sonho, Namjoon." Beijei sua boca. "E principalmente, você é o meu futuro."

Entrelaçamos nossas mãos e senti um pequeno choque subir por meu braço.

"Eu te amo."

R E A C T I O N

tema: CIÚMES.

pedidos:

Desculpem o atraso dos pedidos, mas aos poucos eu vou escrevendo e postando. 😘

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-> KIM NAMJOON

"Puff." Você havia perdido as contas de quantas vezes ouviu Namjoon resmungar ao seu lado. "Precisávamos mesmo ter vindo justo no meu dia de folga!?" Seu semblante indignado fez seus olhos reviraram de tédio.

"Eu disse que você não precisava ter vindo me acompanhar." Relembrou a conversa que tiveram mais cedo. "Quem fez questão de vir até aqui, foi você!"

"Eu sei, eu sei." Falou baixinho, se lembrando do que disse pela manhã na cama. "Mas você estava nua quando eu me ofereci para te acompanhar, não vale." A água que estava em sua boca quase te fez engasgar. Seu olhar incrédulo o fez se calar e vocês continuaram caminhando até a loja de roupas.

"Provavelmente eu vou demorar um pouco. Então, se quiser voltar, pode ir." Segurou a porta de entrada, caso ele não fosse entrar com você.

"Eu vou ficar, amor." Beijou seus lábios rapidamente. "Era apenas brincadeira, eu adoro passar o meu tempo com você." Outro beijo. "Mesmo que seja te acompanhando nas compras." Ele olhou em volta e suspirou quando percebeu as inúmeras opções de escolha que você possuía à sua frente.

"Posso ajudá-los?" Um jovem rapaz veio de encontro a vocês.

"Quero dar uma olhadinha nas suas opções de verão, e também… humm, algumas lingeries, por favor." Namjoon não pode deixar de notar o olhar malicioso que surgiu no rosto do atendente. Um pequeno incômodo subiu por sua espinha, ele tentou ignorar imaginando ser algo de sua mente fértil.

Mas conforme a conversa ia fluindo, Namjoon percebia cada toque não necessário do atendente em seu corpo, risadas forçadas em momentos sem um pingo de graça, e o pior de tudo, é que você parecia não perceber nada disso.

Depois de alguns minutos de enrolação e papo furado sobre tendências da moda, você finalmente entrou em um provador para experimentar as peças. Namjoon se sentou em uma poltrona e ficou aguardando que você saísse.

Ele estava se sentindo um pouco incomodado com a presença do outro rapaz. Na cabeça dele, talvez ele devesse sair e ir fazer outra coisa, não ficar plantado no batente da porta encarando a cortina do provador.

-É apenas o trabalho dele.- A frase passou pela mente de Namjoon, que tentou aceitar e se conformar com a situação.

"O que acha dessa?" O queixo do seu namorado quase caiu do rosto quando te viu. Um baby doll extremamente sensual estava agarrado em seu belo corpo, acentuando suas belíssimas curvas.

O material de renda mostrava apenas o necessário, mas já era o suficiente para deixar todos os pelos de seu corpo arrepiados e fazer seu membro despertar dentro da calça.

"Eu-" A fala de Namjoon foi cortada por uma voz atrás dele.

"Ficou perfeito!" Ele mal consegui processar o que estava acontecendo. O atendentende estava esperando você sair do provador? Estava te encarando em suas peças íntimas? Mas que grande filha da p! "Esse tecido valorizou completamente o seu corpo!" Ele desceu o olhar para suas pernas. "Principalmente o seu bum-"

"Pode nos dar licença?" Você estranhou o tom de voz de seu namorado. "Caso não tenha percebido, minha namorada está querendo saber da minha opinião, então, por favor, nos deixe a sós."

"Ciúmes?" Perguntou assim que ficaram sozinhos, tentando não rir da situação.

"Não..." Se levantou lentamente da poltrona. "Mas eu acho que aquele babaca precisa saber que você está muito bem acompanhada." Colocou a mão na alça de seu pijama e puxou o elástico para cima.

"A, é?" Passou as mãos pelo pescoço dele e o puxou para perto. "Como pretende fazer isso?" Beijou abaixo da orelha de Namjoon.

"Fazendo você gemer o meu nome bem alto, até que aquele filha da puta nos expulse daqui."

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡

-> KIM SEOKJIN

"Você quer que eu fique?" Seus passos cessaram na porta de entrada do apartamento de Jin.

"Por que está me perguntando isso? Combinamos de assistir aquela série juntos, não se lembra?" Seu namorado colocou as compras do supermercado em cima da mesa.

"Me lembro sim." Balançou a cabeça e segurou a alça da bolsa em seu ombro com um pouco mais de força. "Mas não quero ficar perto de você, se continuar com esse mau humor."

"Eu não estou mal-humorado." Jin cruzou os braços na altura do peito e negou com a cabeça.

"Não?" Você riu um pouco, mas não tinha um resquício de humor em seu semblante. "Então por que está agindo estranho o dia inteiro? O problema é comigo?"

"Não tem nada acontecendo." Mesmo com a negativa insistente de seu namorado, você enxergava de longe o incômodo que ele estava transmitindo.

Respirando fundo você entrou no apartamento e fechou a porta, sentindo que uma discussão poderia surgir a qualquer momento. Foi se aproximando do corpo tenso de seu namorado lentamente.

"Eu conheço você e sei que tem algo te incomodando, e se for comigo, por favor, Jin..." Pegou a mão dele e fez um leve carinho com os dedos. "Me conte para quê possamos resolver juntos."

Jin respirou fundo e te encarou profundamente.

"Hoje de manhã, quando você estava tomando banho, eu fui ver as horas no seu celular e tinha uma mensagem do seu ex." Ele se afastou do seu carinho e esfregou o rosto, tentando espantar qualquer pensamento errado que sua mente estava tentando imaginar. "Eu não quis invadir sua privacidade, eu juro. Mas, quando eu vi que ele estava falando sobre o passado, o amor que sente por você e que não tinha te superado, eu me senti inseguro."

"Jin..."

"Eu me lembro o quanto você estava machucada no começo do nosso relacionamento, e mal sabia se conseguiria me corresponder, pois ainda amava aquele cara." As batidas do seu coração fraquejaram quando percebeu os olhos de seu namorado começarem a lacrimejar.

"Então eu entrei na conversa e vi que ele estava se declarando, implorando para que você fosse vê-lo." Ele suspirou e olhou para cima, tentando segurar as lágrimas. "Você saiu do banho e pegou o celular, leu as mensagens e eu vi no seu rosto o quanto aquilo mexeu com você."

Sua cabeça balançou em negativa a tudo aquilo. Seus braços correram pelo corpo Jin num abraço bem apertado, tentando demonstrar ao seu namorado que seu amor pertencia a ele.

Somente a ele.

Você levantou a cabeça para encarar aquele rosto angelical e beijou o peito dele, e não pode deixar de sorrir quando sentiu que seu abraço foi retribuído.

"Eu sai do quarto porque não queria que você lesse aquelas mensagens ridículas." O olhar de Jin caiu sobre seu rosto.

"Aquelas mensagens mexeram comigo sim, sabe por quê? Me fizeram lembrar de tudo o que eu passei com ele. Toda dor e sofrimento que tive durante anos da minha vida. E, Jin..." Se aproximou dele mais uma vez. "Eu nunca o amei. Amor eu encontrei quando conheci você."

"Está falando sério? Não sente mais nada por ele?" Você sentiu quando ele passou os braços por sua cintura.

"Eu te amo, Jin." Apertou as bochechas dele, e deu um longo selinho no bico que se formou em seus lábios. "Você é o amor da minha vida."

"Eu fui um idiota agora, né?" Jin soltou uma risada envergonhada.

"Não foi. Mas não duvide do meu amor por você, eu te amo e quero passar o resto da minha vida ao seu lado, amor."

"Desculpe fazer você passar por essa situação." Beijou o topo da sua cabeça. "Eu te amo muito."

"Eu te amo mais!"

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡

-> MIN YOONGI

"Olha, amor!" Você gritou animada com o novo passo de dança. "Eu estou salsando!"

Uma risada quase saiu dos lábios do seu noivo, mas quando a mão do seu professor de dança desceu por seu quadril, a risada foi totalmente esquecida.

"Você dança muito bem." Seu professor disse próximo a sua orelha. "Tem certeza que não sabia dançar?" Não conseguiu evitar o sorriso que surgiu em seus lábios.

"Tenho." Procurou o olhar de seu amado, mas ele parecia distraído com o celular. "Yoongi sempre diz que tenho dois pés esquerdos." Tentou seguir os lentos passos do professor. "Por isso resolvemos pagar por essas aulas." Explicou sorrindo.

Yoongi não estava gostando da proximidade de vocês dois. Esse professor abusado estava começando a irrita-lo, e a forma como você parecia não perceber os flertes dele o deixava bem mais irritado.

Ele tentou não prestar muita atenção em vocês, responder algumas mensagens importantes e até mesmo mecher em suas redes sociais, mas quando o som da sua risada entrava por seus ouvidos, sua risada para os flertes daquele imbecil, Yoongi sentia todo o sangue ferver.

"Você é a melhor aluna que eu já tive, sabia?" Os dois giraram num passo bem sensual.

Mesmo irritado, Yoongi não podia negar que você estava dançando muito bem. Os seus movimentos estavam sincronizados e perfeitamente sensuais.

Ele respirou uma, duas, três, várias vezes.

Ele tinha certeza que o professor não precisava ficar te alisando daquela maneira, mas Yoongi sabia que você não ficaria feliz se ele xingasse aquele idiota.

Um toque de celular começou a tocar exageradamente alto no fundo da sala, chamando a atenção dos três para o aparelho.

John, o professor, se dirigiu até o celular e com uma carranca engraçada pediu licença e se retirou para atender lá fora.

"Por que você está com esse bico quilométrico, hm...?" Passou os braços pelo pescoço de seu noivo, e deixou um selinho sobre os lábios macios dele.

"Nada." Afastou um pouco o corpo e analisou o rosto dele. "Só acho engraçado que essas aulas ridículas deveriam ser de casal." Apontou para vocês dois. "Você e eu."

"Entendi agora." Riu um pouco. "Ciúmes?"

"Eu juro que estou tentando ficar numa boa, mas se aquele idiota continuar te alisando sem precisar-" Yoongi fechou os olhos por uns segundos, e respirou fundo. "Eu vou arrebentar a cara dele."

"Desculpe, amor." Deixou mais um beijo sobre os lábios dele. "Não quero te deixar de lado, e nem quero que se sinta enciumado." O abraçou com força. "Vamos conversar com o John e pedir para que ele ensine nós dois juntos, okay?"

"Não precisa se desculpar, bebê." Passou a mão por seu cabelo e beijou seu rosto delicadamente.

"Eu quero que a dança do nosso casamento seja perfeita, estava tão concentrada nisso que nem percebi qualquer investida do professor, mas se ele passar dos limites novamente pode deixar que eu mesma arrebento a cara dele." Você fechou as mãos em punho e simulou alguns socos no ar.

"Se quiser continuar a dança com ele, eu não vou interferir, só quero que você fique feliz." Te abraçou apertado. "Vou tentar controlar o meu ciúmes."

John voltou bastante animado para o salão e quando foi se aproximar para voltar da onde haviam parado, você se aproximou de Yoongi e ficaram na posição inicial da dança.

"Vamos treinar os dois juntos agora." Um sorriso surgiu nos lábios de Yoongi. "Algum problema, John?" Era inegável a cara de desgosto do professor, mas sem poder contestar sua decisão prosseguiu com a aula.

Depois de alguns minutos, você e Yoongi já tinham pegado o ritmo.

"Estamos salsando, amor!"

｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡｡ﾟ･　☆　° ｡

-> JUNG HOSEOK

Quando Hoseok ouviu a sua risada mais uma vez na sala, sentiu todo o seu sangue borbulhar em suas veias.

Vocês estavam num after party na casa de um amigo do seu namorado, e ele estava começando a se arrepender de ter te apresentado a Jackson.

Depois de uma premiação alguns idols haviam marcado de se encontrar para uma pequena reunião entre amigos, e Hoseok achou uma ótima oportunidade para te apresentar ao membro do GOT7.

Você era tão fã do rapaz, que ele sabia que você adoraria conhecê-lo, até porquê, Jackson sempre foi muito simpático e adorava conversar.

"Essa é a minha namorada, Jack." Ele mal se aguentou de felicidade quando viu seus olhinhos brilhando. Você sorriu e um silencioso "obrigado" saiu por seus lábios.

E Hoseok estava muito feliz por você, até que ele percebeu o seu rosto de admiração por Jackson e o modo como você parecia ter esquecido da existência dele.

Quando vocês se sentaram no sofá da sala e acabou se aproximando involuntariamente do loiro no outro lado do estofado, ele começou a repensar todas a suas últimas ações.

"Estou indo na cozinha pegar uma bebida." Ele se levantou. "Quer alguma coisa?"

Nem mesmo virou o rosto em sua direção para respondê-lo. "Não."

Hoseok foi até a cozinha sentindo suas entranhas retorcerem de ciúmes. Você estava sendo uma garota tão malcriada com ele.

Da porta da cozinha ele ficou te observando conversar com Jackson. A maneira como você colocou uma mecha de seu cabelo atrás da orelha, fez com que uma risada totalmente sem humor saísse por seus lábios.

Jungkook se aproximou puxando algum assunto sobre a premiação de mais cedo, mas Hoseok só conseguia prestar atenção em você.

Quando Jackson se despediu com um rápido abraço e seu ingênuo olhar caiu sobre a figura de seu namorado, você sabia que estava encrencada.

A maneira como você olhou para ele, fez com que ele sentisse uma fisgada em seu membro. A quem você queria enganar com essa falsa inocência? Você havia sido uma garota muito malcriada e precisa ser punida por isso.

"Vou indo nessa, cara." Se despediu de Jungkook que logo foi atrás de alguma garota.

"Hobi, eu não quis te deixar de lado, eu só-" Tentou se justificar quando Hoseok se aproximou de você.

"Guarde suas palavras para mais tarde, amor." Ele ajeitou seu cabelo e beijou seus lábios delicadamente. "Vamos?"

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"Me diga a quem você pertence, baby girl? Hm?" Outro tapa em seu bumbum.

"A você, Hoseok!" Seu namorado esfregou a pele sensível de sua nádega direita. "Não serei uma menina má novamente, eu juro." Mordeu os lábios quando sentiu outro tapa, dessa vez mais forte.

"Não jure o que não pretende cumprir, baby." Ele analisou seu corpo deitado sobre seu colo. Totalmente a sua mercê. Ele sorriu, feliz com a visão.

"Eu estou arrependida." Um gemido sôfrego saiu por seus lábios quando sentiu a mão de Hoseok passear pelo vale das suas coxas.

"Me mostre o quanto, gatinha." Empurrou levemente seu quadril para que você saísse de seu colo. "Agora-" Começou a desafivelar o cinto de sua calça social. "De joelhos, baby."

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-> PARK JIMIN

Você estava sentada no estúdio de gravações dos meninos. Eles estavam prestes a gravar uma colaboração com alguns dos membros do EXO.

Jimin estava conversando com Namjoon quando percebeu Baekhyun se aproximar de sua namorada. Vocês dois já se conheciam, você havia trabalhado um tempo na parte de produção do EXO e acabaram se tornando amigos.

Jimin até tentou disfarçar por um tempo o incômodo, mas qualquer pessoa que o conhecesse saberia o que aquele olhar que estava pregado em seu rosto significava.

"Cara, tenta disfarçar." Namjoon alertou. "Eles só estão conversando."

"Eu sei." Ele suspirou. "Mas não posso evitar de me sentir inseguro com esse tipo de situação." Colocou as mãos nos bolsos da calça. "______, me ama, eu sei disso, mas não posso evitar de sentir ciúmes."

"Entendo, Jimin." Namjoon deu um leve aperto no ombro de seu amigo. "Só cuidado para não deixar esse sentimento acabar com o seu relacionamento."

"Obrigado." Com um sorriso agradecido ele se afastou de seu Hyung.

"Amor, venha aqui!" Você bateu a mão no assento ao seu lado. "Baek está me contando uma história muito engraçada sobre uma fã." Você segurou a mão dele quando ele se aproximou de você.

"Jimin deve entender do que estou falando, algumas fãs conseguem passar dos limites." Baek comentou meio alheio as encaradas enciumadas do seu namorado.

"Sim, eu sei bem como é." Passou o braço por sua cintura te puxando para mais perto dele.

Alguns minutos se passaram e vocês três engataram numa conversa animada sobre alguns filmes em lançamento.

Mesmo com o clima um pouco mais ameno, você podia sentir a maneira como a mão de Jimin te apertava, mostrando sua possessividade sobre você. E você até tentava disfarçar, mas alguns suspiros manhosos escapavam de seus lábios de vez em quando.

Você conseguia sentir a respiração de Jimin perto da sua nuca, e podendo jurar que era propositalmente, vez ou outra, seu namorado comentava algo bem baixinho perto do seu orelha, te causando arrepios em lugares inimagináveis.

Baekhyun parecia um pouco desconfortável com a situação, então inventou alguma desculpa esfarrapada e saiu atrás de alguma coisa para se entreter.

"Precisava ficar me provocando?" Perguntou se virando rapidamente. "Deixou o baek super desconfortável!"

"Baek." Jimin repetiu o apelido com um tom bem sarcástico. "Eu não fiz nada." Beijou sua bochecha. "Mas se quiser eu posso fazer na sala ao lado." Sussurrou para que apenas você ouvisse.

"Jimin..." Fechou os olhos tentando controlar todas as sensações que seu namorado desperta em você. "O que estamos esperando?"

"Em 20 minutos começamos!" O produtor gritou de algum canto do estúdio.

"Isso é tempo suficiente para o que tenho em mente." Jimin sorriu da maneira mais fofa possível e saiu te arrastando para os 20 minutos mais prazerosos da sua vida.

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-> KIM TAEHYUNG

"Jagi..." Tae colocou a cabeça na curva do seu pescoço. "Por favor-" Beijou sua pele sensível. "Me perdoa."

Você respirou fundo tentando não cair no papo do seu namorado.

"Eu nunca mais vou fazer algo assim, eu juro!" Pegou sua mão e beijou cada dedo delicadamente. "Não vou nem passar na frente do seu trabalho." Fez um bico muito fofo, e com muito autocontrole não de rendeu e deixou um beijinho ali.

"Você entende a gravidade do que fez?" Depois de longas horas de tratamento de silêncio, você finalmente voltou a falar com ele. "Consegue imaginar a vergonha de voltar lá amanhã e lidar com o clima ruim que você deixou!?" Virou o corpo na direção dele.

No dia anterior, Tae tinha ido te buscar no trabalho, visto que, estava muito tarde e o seu ônibus estava demorando para aparacer, então você ligou para ele.

Preocupado pelo horário, um amigo do trabalho se ofereceu para esperar Taehyung com você, e muito agradecida você aceitou.

Não tinha acontecido nada demais, seu namorado chegou no momento em que seu colega estava colocando sua jaqueta sobre seus ombros por causa do frio. E só pelo semblante dele já dava para perceber o ciúmes o corroendo por dentro.

Nos minutos seguintes, uma discussão começou e você teve que tirar Taehyung de cima de Yejun, que nem sabia do que estava sendo acusado. Outras pessoas do seu trabalho apareceram e presenciaram toda a confusão.

"Você não confia em mim?" Perguntou tristemente, cansada de voltar a esse assunto.

"Óbvio, amor! Confiaria minha vida em suas mãos." Taehyung se aproximou um pouco de você, ainda receoso que fosse afastado.

"Meu chefe odeia todo tipo de confusão no local de trabalho, principalmente quando não é algo relacionado a empresa." Você esfregou os olhos pensando na dor de cabeça que teria no dia seguinte. "E se ele me mandar embora, Taehyung? Hum!?"

"Quando eu cheguei lá e vi aquele cara te alisando eu fiquei louco de ciúmes, amor." Fez um breve carinho em sua bochecha e virou seu rosto na direção dele. "Me perdoa, hm?" beijou seus labios.

"É a última vez que você arranja um escândalo desse tipo, entendeu!?" O advertiu seriamente.

"Eu vou amanhã no seu serviço me desculpar com ele, eu juro que nunca mais deixo o ciúmes me dominar!" Levantou a mão direita em juramento.

"Tae, apenas confie em mim, okay? Não precisa se preocupar com mais nada." Ajeitou a franja dele. "Você é o único homem em minha vida. Eu amo você infinitamente, e nada vai nos separar, mas não posso tolerar essas crises de ciúmes. Não é o que eu quero para mim, não é o tipo de relacionamento que quero ter com você." Segurou a mão dele firmemente. "Não faça mais isso, por favor."

"Te amo, jagi." Te abraçou. "Estamos bem?" Perguntou ainda agarrado em você.

"Sempre estamos bem."

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-> JEON JUNGKOOK

Você havia perdido as contas de quantas vezes chamou Jungkook para almoçar.

Ele estava concentrado num jogo novo em seu videogame e esqueceu do mundo.

"Deixei a comida dentro do microondas, caso você queria comer." Deixou um beijinho na cabeça dele e saiu do quarto, sorrindo ao ouvir um 'obrigada, amor'

Sem nada para fazer, se deitou no sofá e ficou mexendo em suas redes sociais. Aproveitou para ver os milhares de vídeos que Jimin havia mandado.

Depois de 3 horas ininterruptas de jogo, Jungkook finalmente decidiu comer alguma coisa. Desceu as escadas e te encontrou deitada preguiçosamente na sala, deixou uma bitoca em seus lábios e foi até a cozinha. Pegou tudo o que precisava e se sentou perto de você, que parecia ignorar a presença dele.

Ligou a televisão e colocou em algum filme que ambos gostassem, mas nem assim você tirou os olhos do celular.

Jimin mandava tantos reels que você mal conseguia acompanhar. Ria tanto de alguns que às vezes até esquecia de responder os outros vídeos.

Seu namorado estava bastante incomodado com a situação. Você nem mesmo parecia notar a presença dele na sala!

"Amor..." Jungkook deitou sorrateiramente ao seu lado. "Eu quero a sua atenção, bebê, hum...?" Colocou a mão sobre a sua, tentando pegar seu celular.

"Ei!" Você se sentou bruscamente. "O que foi, Jungkook!?" Ajeitou a parte de trás do cabelo.

"O quê tanto faz nesse celular?" Levantou a sobrancelha. "Eu quero namorar um pouquinho, amor!"

"Terminou o seu jogo e agora quer saber dos meus beijos, né?" Falou num tom de brincadeira.

A tela do seu celular acendeu indicando mais uma mensagem de Jimin.

"Quem está te mandando tantas mensagens?" Jungkook endireitou a postura e te encarou seriamente.

"Ué, que desconfiança é essa? Não fico questionando com quem você fala ou deixa de falar." Se afastou um pouco e analisou o rosto do seu namorado.

"Simplesmente quero saber quem está roubando a sua atenção de mim."

"Ninguém conseguiria tamanha façanha!" Entrelaçou sua mão na dele. "Meu bebê está manhoso, hum?" Jungkook deitou a cabeça sobre seu peito.

"Sim." beijou seu seio esquerdo sobre o leve tecido de sua camiseta.

"Quer assistir os reels que o Jimin me mandou?" Balançou o celular na frente do rosto dele.

"Não!" Tirou o celular de suas mãos e colocou em algum lugar do sofá. "Prefiro fazer outra coisa."

Não pode deixar de gemer quando sentiu os dedos gélidos do Jeon sobre sua barriga desnuda.

"Eu ainda estou com ciumes, viu?" Beijou sua bochecha.

"Sei exatamente o que fazer para desfazer essa sua cara emburrada."

"Não posso esperar para ver."

S C E N A R I O

COMO SERIA O BEIJO DOS MENINOS.

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oi, meus amores!! tudo bem? sempre atrasada, mas sempre por aqui.

espero que gostem do scenario!

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KIM NAMJOON

↝Sabe aquele beijo inesquecível? Aquele beijo que encaixa e você se sente no paraíso?

↝Esse é o beijo de Kim Namjoon.

↝Um beijo confiante, que te transmite paixão e segurança.

↝Não importa o que tenha acontecido no seu dia, o quão ruim tenha sido; se você se sente insegura, ou algo te preocupa no relacionamento.

↝Quando ele te puxa pela cintura e coloca a mão levemente sobre seu rosto beijando seus lábios, você sabe que tudo ficará bem.

↝Namjoon sabe mesclar o ritmo do beijo muito bem. Transitando entre: paixão e desejo.

↝Por isso, era totalmente normal que os beijos de vocês terminassem numa noite intensa de amor.

↝"Eu te amo muito, hum?" Namjoon deixaria um selinho em seu pescoço. "Nunca se esqueça disso."

↝Você poderia passar horas beijando aqueles lábios.

KIM SEOKJIN

↝A definição de beijo apaixonante, é o beijo de Kim Seokjin.

↝Um beijo lento, com paixão e muuuito amor.

↝Jin sempre sabia o momento certo de ter você em seus braços.

↝Era comum que vocês ficassem abraçados no sofá, enquanto Jin beijava todo o seu rosto, sempre se demorando em seus lábios.

↝Começava lento e calmo, e aos poucos iam aumentando a intensidade.

↝Nada melhor que sentir os lábios fartos do seu namorado em você.

↝Deslizando os lábios por suas bochechas e sempre dizendo o quanto te ama.

↝"Posso te beijar...?" Jin sussurrou rente a sua boca. "Hm?" Esfregou o nariz no seu, subindo as mãos por seu pescoço.

↝A sua resposta? Beijar aqueles lábios como se a sua vida dependesse disso.

MIN YOONGI

↝Esse homem sabe usar a língua a seu favor.

↝Ele sabia te envolver como ninguém. Min Yoongi sabe como pressionar seus botões.

↝Yoongi sempre estava te pressionando pelos móveis do apartamento. Beijando você com beijos afoitos e cálidos.

↝Seus beijos te faziam sentir desejada e amada. A maneira que as mãos dele viajavam por seu corpo, sabendo onde e como pegar em você, quase te levavam ao delírio.

↝Os lábios de seu namorado transmitiam seus desejos.

↝Nenhuma palavra era necessária. Bastava ele pressionar seus lábios contra você que tudo ficava bem.

↝"Você é minha." Yoongi enfiou os dedos entre seus cabelos e afastou sua cabeça pelos fios macios. "Eu te amo, ouviu?" Seus lábios se chocaram novamente.

↝E se vocês não fossem interrompidos, acabariam na cama se amando da maneira mais intensa possível.

↝E nada melhor do que acordar no dia seguinte sentindo beijos delicados em seu pescoço.

JUNG HOSEOK

↝Beijar Hoseok te transmite algo indescritível.

↝Vocês se beijavam o dia inteiro.

↝Beijos longos e alegres.

↝Hobi adora deixar vários beijinhos em seus lábios. Beijar você é o hobbie favorito dele.

↝Mãos na sua cintura, no bumbum, quadril e acariciando seu rosto. Hoseok sempre quer estar te tocando enquanto te beija.

↝Hoseok sempre está te fazendo rir, e entre suas risadas, ele roubava alguns beijos.

↝As vezes, era só um beijo de despedida, ou um selinho casual, mas quando ele pedia passagem com a língua, você sabia que não se separaria daqueles lábios tão cedo.

↝"Você está tão cheirosa." Respirou fundo perto do seu pescoço. "Esse seus lábios-" Olhou profundamente em seus olhos. "São a minha perdição."

↝Terminariam a sessão de amassos entre vários beijinhos carinhosos.

PARK JIMIN

↝Ah, como você amava beijar esse homem!

↝Um beijo gostoso e sempre com aquele gosto de quero mais.

↝Jimin sabia te envolver e te apaixonar a cada beijo.

↝Quando ele te beijava da maneira mais sedutora possível, e no fim do beijo Jimin sorria ainda rente aos seus lábios, você sabia que estava completamente rendida a ele.

↝Ele sempre roubava beijos ao decorrer do dia, sempre arrancando sorrisos bobos de você.

↝Jimin amava acariciar suas pernas, as vezes levantando levemente seu joelho aproximando o quadril do seu, te fazendo sentir o quão "animado" ele estava.

↝O Park sempre deixava pequenas mordidas em seu lábio inferior, enquanto passeava com as mãos entre seus cabelos.

↝"Não posso te beijar aqui." Se aproximou de você, enquanto sorria. "Sabe que eu não consigo me controlar quando começo a te beijar." Sorriu de maneira sedutora.

↝E no fim, correriam para algum lugar para ter um pouco de privacidade.

KIM TAEHYUNG

↝Tae amava beijar você.

↝Era super normal ele te convidar para o estúdio, apenas para que ficassem colados um no outro.

↝Vocês perdiam as contas de quantos beijam trocavam em um dia.

↝Beijos molhados e sensuais.

↝Taehyung não gostava de beijos rápidos. Selinhos só no fim de seus beijos longos. Ele queria te sentir, te abraçar, tocar em cada pedaço da sua pele.

↝Foram inúmeras as vezes em que os meninos pegavam seu namorado alisando seu corpo por debaixo das roupas, sempre que estava com os lábios colados nos seus.

↝Ele gostava de desenhar seus lábios com os dedos, sentindo sua pele macia e aumentando a vontade de ter você.

↝"Eu quero te beijar." Puxou seu lábio lentamente. "Mas não aqui." Olhou em volta, pensando para onde poderiam ir.

↝Terminariam o dia agarrados em algum estúdio vazio da Hybe.

JEON JUNGKOOK

↝Um beijo que começa tímido, mas vai se intensificando, até vocês perderem o fôlego.

↝Beijos de boca aberta e muito afoitos. O que começava de maneira tímida e lenta, terminava de maneira fugaz, como se fosse a última vez que vocês pudessem se tocar.

↝Jungkook ama sentir seu corpo quente contra o dele, sempre o lembrando que você é dele.

↝As mãos confiantes do Jeon subindo por dentro de sua camiseta, te faziam estremecer sob os dedos quentes e ágeis do seu namorado.

↝Um beijo envolvente e sensual.

↝Os lábios quentes de seu namorado faziam seus pontos sensíveis pulsarem de desejo.

↝O Jeon gostava de sentar você sobre seu colo e te beijar da maneira que bem quisesse. No tempo dele e te fazer estremecer sob seus lábios.

↝"A cada beijo eu sinto mais vontade de te beijar, acredita?" Colocou uma mecha da sua franja atrás da sua orelha. "Você é tão gostosa-" Choramingou em seu ouvido. "Eu te amo muito."

↝E se vocês tivessem tempo, levariam os beijos para outro nível.

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não revisei, então perdoem qualquer erro.

— WIP 𐙚 lady beetle | knj

pairing: situationship!namjoon x oc

about: namjoon is a patient man, and he wants you to be the same.

word count: 0.404

note: so i decided to make my babies happy and post a TEASERRRR of my upcoming one shot with kim namjoon himself. since i can't reveal the surprise about what this fic is about, i thought i'd post a little something to get you all even more excited about it. <3 SEE YOU ON SUNDAY MWAH.

warnings: nipple play, praise kink, namjoon is a dangerous man, patience game.

He smirks, that cheek cleft enchanting you all over again. “If you want kisses, then kisses is what you’re gonna get.” 

Your smile lengthens until your cheeks hurt, heated. “I want kisses. Lots of kisses. On different places of my body, too.” 

Namjoon retreats back to your neck, peppering kisses along that column. You whimper, hands hurrying to undo the button of his pants, desperate and arbitrary. But with a disapproving noise, Namjoon stops your hasty movements. Pins your hands behind your back.

“Patience,” he whispers, gliding his lips across the kisses he left behind. Your skin prickles with goosebumps against him, your nipples so stiffened that they ache, and, most unfortunately, you moan softly in impatience. “You’re gonna learn what true patience is, little beetle.” 

Color heats your cheeks and as you grin, you bite your bottom lip. “Be my teacher, Namjoon.” 

He chokes out a groan, dizzied by the idea, one that fades into your yelp when he unexpectedly turns you around and pushes your back against his chest, your arms long and criss-crossed behind you, hands flat against his cock. 

Something tells you this lesson will be one of great difficulty for you. And great pleasure. 

Namjoon cups your jaw, swivels your head to face him a little. “Where do you want those kisses?” 

Your quivering breath fans out across his big hand. “On my nipples.” 

At your quick answer, he makes a sound of approval and with a feathery-light touch he sails his knuckles down the right side of your chest, from your collarbone down to the beginning of your supple breast, where he stops his voyage to study your reaction. As much as you’d die for his fingers to go a little lower, you keep your tremors in tact. Even your fingers remain obedient, relaxed in their position and not tempting his temper. You close your eyes, try your bestest to hold it while you wait it out, and your slick by now creates a pool between your feet. Namjoon’s cock twitches at your goodness and he sighs a little praise into your ear, just for you to hear. It roots deeply in your gut, where it stirs the butterflies that are painted in the color of his eyes. 

His knuckles descend lower and lower, stop at the apex of your nipple, and the nearness is enough for you to stoop in your desperation. 

Something you shouldn’t have done.

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True Self - Part 3 (Final)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and Angst Warning: None I hope so... Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: When everything seemed like they’re falling apart, you figure out Namjoon’s true self, making you fall in love with him...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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We were finally having the vacation on our own as Namjoon had promised. I was relieved to be seemingly far away from the world, Namjoon by my side without anyone to interfere, relaxing peacefully after some stressful days.

I was sleeping better being cuddled up with Namjoon at night. Waking up next to him was the most comforting experience. Just watching him sleep with his mouth slightly open could make my day better.

I realized I was noticing his very small habits and I found them adorable. One of them, which I was absolutely in love with, was seeing him read. Every morning he would read for at least an hour and sometimes more. I would occasionally accompany him and read too. Sometimes I would sit beside and watch him read for hours.

We would go to art museums together and interpreted them in our own ways. Once we became so passionate about our views that we ended up having a heated discussion. But we made up at night when I bought him gummy bears.

We would watch dramas or movies together at night. Usually he would let me pick up my favorite movies to watch. Even there, we wouldn’t shut up about putting forward our theories and analyzing characters.

This creative and liberal way of thinking was something I appreciated the most in him. I was glad he didn’t think of me as crazy because I was always too obsessed over fictional worlds. Sometimes, I scared myself thinking that everything was a dream and one day I would wake up to find out that there was no existence of him and all of it were actually my imagination.

But we surely had our differences. Even though it might sound petty, a huge incident took place due to this. And it was hilarious.

Namjoon had planned to surprise me by taking me blindfolded to the seaside where there were a lot of crabs. And let me get this straight; he absolutely loved crabs while I absolutely hated them.

As soon as the blindfold was taken off, I was screaming and jumping as if my feet was on fire. Namjoon was too confused for a whole minute until he realized I was screaming in fear and not because I was excited to see them. Finally Namjoon had to give me a piggy ride from the seashore back to the hotel.

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We were sitting at the beach waiting for the sunset. I was a little upset since it was our last day of the vacation. I wasn't ready to go back just then.

"What are you thinking about, darling?" Namjoon asked as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"About how life is going to be like once we go back." I sighed.

He placed his hand on my head softly, caressing my hair, "you worry a little too much about the future."

"Can't help it." I shrugged my shoulder.

"I have a proposal to make." He sat straight facing me, "I want you to hear me out."

I nodded, letting him know that he had my full attention.

"I did a little thinking," He said, "not little, a lot of thinking actually."

"About what?"

"About us." He took my hands in his, "I will make it official."

"What?" My eyes were wide in shock.

"Yeah," He said rather calmly, "I know my fans. They will always support me. No matter what!"

I was silent, unable to believe what I was hearing. My heart was beating fast. I was afraid. Afraid because I feared I would lose him.

"Now, here's my real proposal." He squeezed my hands softly, "Will you come stay with me?"

"Are you sure about all these?" I asked.

"Of course, darling. It's about time we made our decisions for our sakes. I don't want to hide away anymore. Let's face it together."

I nodded again. "But I don't want to lose you." I couldn't hold it back.

"Why are you worried about losing me, darling?"

I shrugged my shoulders again. We remained silent for some time.

"Look!" He pointed at the sky, "The sun's setting already. So, shall we kiss, now?"

I laughed out at this. Then, he cupped my face in his huge hands and leaned to kiss me.

When he let go, I said, "Yes, I will stay with you."

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At first I was overwhelmed by all the attention from the media and my surrounding as well. My friends who were out of touch for a long time started to check on me, asking me all sorts of questions regarding Namjoon and other members.

But like Namjoon had said, I got used to it eventually. I started to receive lots of love from his fans too. They started to appreciate Namjoon’s decision and respected our privacy.

Now, I had moved to live with him on his house. It wasn’t very far away from mine. So that, my mother and sister would occasionally come to pay us a visit and I could go back too.

The wildest experience I had in my entire life was going to the tour with Namjoon. It was so exciting and exhausting at the same time. I got closer to the other members too. Seeing them from up close, I was really fascinated by the strong bond they share.

I saw the emotions that filled Namjoon up every time after a performance. He loved his fans very much and they meant a lot to him. I considered myself very lucky to get to know this side of him.

Namjoon always liked to work on his music alone. So, I would always let him be and didn’t bother him in any ways. But one day, he asked me to accompany him while he worked.

I said, “But I thought you like working alone.”

“Yeah,” he said, “But sometimes it gets a little lonely in there. I want you by my side for the new song I’m working on.”

“Why?” I asked, “Is it about me?”

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon smiled and said, “You’ll be the first to know.”

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“It’s so hot,” I said, breathing heavily, “Let’s go back.”

“C’mon,” Namjoon pouted, “A few more hours, please.”

“A few more hours?” I gasped, “I’m gonna pass out anytime now.”

Namjoon stopped his bike in front of a store. We both got down and went inside to get some cold drinks and ice creams. It was a rather hot summer day. Namjoon had planned to take me to a bike ride to nowhere since he took some time off work after a long time.

“Mint chocolate!” he exclaimed in disgust, “I can’t believe you like this flavor.”

“Thank God I tried it with Hobi,” I said sarcastically, “it’s my favorite one now.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and said, “I hope our children don’t get your taste in foods.”

“What did you say?” I stopped licking my ice cream.

“You heard me.” He stood up, “Now let’s get moving.”

Once again we were back on the road. Namjoon riding aimlessly forward, speeding up by the time. I hugged him tighter from behind. The wind was rushing towards my face blowing my hair which were sticking out from the helmet. At that moment I had a sudden urge to say it to Namjoon.

“I love you.” I said.

“What?” he was shouting through the sound of the blowing wind, “Did you say something? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “I LOVE YOU KIM NAMJOON.”

Yes. It was my first time confessing to him.

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Glimpse of Us

synopsis; in which Namjoon runs into you — his ex, at an awards show.

pairing; ex!namjoon x ex!reader

genre; angst, hint of fluff, drabble, idol au, ex au

warnings; a bit of POV switching and joon hopelessly being still in love with you 🙃

rating; PG-13

w/c; 778

a/n; imagine if he actually looked at you that way omg. OR REWATCHING HIS INTERVIEW AND SEEING HIM LOOKING LIKE THAT BECAUSE OF YOU LIKE STAAAHP.

He knew it was only a matter of time, as did you, but nothing could prepare him for the amount of memories that flooded his mind upon seeing you for the first time since your split.

It was his first time coming alone to an awards show. Normally, he would have his band mates by his side, a friend, or you — his now ex.

When he stepped out of the unmarked vehicle, his confidence was through the roof. The smiles and posing came easy, like second nature. The flashes were blinding, the shutters of the cameras were loud, the praise of the fans was heartwarming.

He thought he was doing well.

He thought that after a year of being apart, he was finally over you.

He was about to be proven wrong.

In the middle of answering an interview question about his upcoming music, he’s asked if there’s any possible way that you could’ve inspired any tracks.

“I’ll just let the lyrics speak for themselves.” His answer is cryptic, and the interviewer ‘oooo’s’ for dramatic effect. Thinking the interview is close to being done, he’s about to politely excuse himself when he gets interrupted by the interviewer’s gasps of delight.

They point at an area above his shoulder and behind him. The crowd around him also murmurs in shared excitement and he swears he hears your name whispered among them.

As if in slow motion, he turns around, and has to do a double take when he sees you in all your beautiful glory, dress flowing effortlessly around you as you walk and wave with a dazzling smile that has his eyes widening both in amazement and fear.

His breath gets caught in his throat, heart rate increasing to an abnormal speed. His palms become sweaty and he has to wipe them on his pants discreetly as your figure draws closer to where he’s at.

You haven’t noticed him yet.

For a split second, it crosses his mind to just run while he can and avoid the impending reunion with you, but ultimately his decision is made for him when the same interviewer calls out your name loudly, and waves you over.

Here goes nothing.

“Miss Y/L/N, we were just talking about you! How are you? You look amazing in your dress!”

You keep a healthy distance between you and Namjoon, smile tight, and brow raising in question at the interviewer’s words.

“All good things, I hope?” Your eyes meet Joon’s for the first time and it takes everything you have to keep your eyes from watering as you look away first, feigning cleaning off makeup from your eyes with your fingertip in an attempt to remain poised.

He frowns, noticing your tell for when you’re upset. Clearing his throat, he fixes the attention back on himself to allow you a moment to collect yourself. You give him a small smile in thanks. He nods subtly.

After a few indirect questions he skillfully dodged about your previous relationship, the focus was once again switched back to you. Full smile on display, you answer some questions yourself, keeping calm and witty, even sharing a few laughs with Joon.

Something you realized that you missed hearing until now.

As it finally comes to a close, you both make your ending remarks, wishing each other well in future endeavors and congratulating one another on your individual award nominations. To his surprise, it was you to make the first move. Your hand lays on his chest as you lean up to give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. Gently patting his chest, you step away and give him a final wave with a warm smile.

“See you, Joon.” Your voice is light and airy, eyes full of a kind of love he didn’t deserve.

Try as he may, his voice cracks as he replies, and your smile falters, the brightness in your eyes dimming.

“See you, y/n.”

He’s the one to pivot on his heel and walk away, hands shoved anxiously in his pants pockets, knowing if he allowed himself to look at you any longer his fake facade of being put together would begin to crumble in front of millions of viewers — in front of you.

And, most importantly, he didn’t want you to see how hopelessly in love with you he still is.

If he turned back around right now, he would witness your tearful eyes full of longing, lip quivering so badly you have to bite it, as you stare at his departing back with a sliver of hope that he would run back to you with a public declaration of love.

But, he never does.

Class Act (M)

synopsis; in which Namjoon is the popular jock and you’re just another girl in the bleachers. OR what happens when the gentle giant takes notice of the introverted, yet dedicated fan?

pairing; college jock!namjoon x college student!reader

genre; angst, fluff, humor, smut, s2l, f2l, college au, jock au

rating; 18+ MINORS DNI

warnings; classic college tropes, angst in the form of cheerleaders(but not all!) misjudging reader, reader has some body image issues, but mainly just a whole bunch of sweet jock Namjoon for your pleasure, a letterman jacket kink rises to the surface, reader is awkward, joon is a patient angel baby cause he’s in lOoOve with reader so much 🥺 uhhhhm there will be sexual intercourse and it will be soft and cute with protection being used cause they smart cookies(and so are you!)

w/c; 4,744

a/n; happy birthday to our favorite accident prone, gentle giant, dimple baby Kim Namjoon! like + reblog if you enjoyed. don’t be a silent reader! <3 feedback is always appreciated and helps to keep this writer motivated to put out more content — like this! all the love, always. this is a repost.

It was another chilly September evening.

The flood lights that surround the football field are bright as ever, allowing the football players to continue playing as the night continues on.

You secure your jacket tighter around your shivering figure, the unforgiving wind still somehow making it through the thick material no matter how hard you try otherwise. The people around you both cheer when your team scores a touchdown, and boo when the away team does.

All of that is trivial, however, seeing as your main focus is on the tallest member of the team, making it easier for you to decipher him amongst the other players.

Kim Namjoon. The gentle giant.

The bleachers erupt into a fit of cheers, hooting, and hollering, your team winning the game by a landslide. Not that you ever doubted it. Namjoon and the other players gradually make their way off the field and towards the locker rooms to get washed up. With your seat being next to the corridor that they walk through, you get a good luck as they go by.

Namjoon is waving politely at those that chant his name in earnest. He’s not the quarterback, but he’s just as popular, if not more. His talents are phenomenal when it came to the sport, everyone sure that he was going to get recognized by an agent and signed by end of his college career.

You join the rest of those that chant his name, though your voice is easily drowned out by those who aren’t afraid to scream their hearts out. For a split second, your eyes lock with his. That dimpled smile widens, and you woefully wish it’s due to you, though you know that can’t be true considering you’ve never gained the courage to talk with him.

You imagine it’s cause of you anyways.

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The following Monday you’re taking your normal stroll through the large campus courtyard. It’s littered with students that share the same goal as you, making it to their class on time. Up ahead, you see the jocks and cheerleaders formed in their usual circle located next to the fountain that’s planted dab in the middle of said courtyard.

You spot Namjoon easily.

He’s laughing from something that Cherry said, cheer captain and from what you heard, now ex of Kim Namjoon. From their interaction, you wonder if those were just rumors, or maybe they just ended on good terms. You wouldn’t put it past Namjoon to stay civil in that kind of situation.

Due to your zoning out on the dimpled male, you fail to watch where you’re going, and make the fatal mistake of knocking into Jin, another member of the football team. The action causes a domino effect from the force in which you accidentally plow him with, ultimately making Cherry stumble into Namjoon and having him catch her effortlessly. His face is worried as he asks if she’s okay, she says yes.

His eyes then flicker to yours, as does everyone around him when they realize that you’re the culprit.

“Aiiiiish! You should be apart of the team with that powerful of a tackle, y/l/n.”

Jin turns and jests at your embarrassed figure good naturedly, a grin on his face so as to show there’s no hard feelings on his part. The same sentiment can’t be said for a few of the cheerleaders who were collateral damage.

“You’re right, Jin. She’s certainly built like a dude.” Cherry’s co-captain and best friend sardonically chimes in with a smirk on her face. The comment creates scattered laughter throughout the group in agreement, all except for Namjoon, you notice.

Your face flushes at the jab, you being well aware that your chest wasn’t quite as developed as most women your age. Your lip trembles, and you bite it in hopes of stopping the tears that begin to build in your eyes. You make a show of deeply bowing to the group, mumbling a ‘sorry, please excuse me’ before standing up straight and briskly walking past.

Namjoon makes a step towards your retreating figure, promptly getting stopped by Cherry’s hand that curls itself around his bicep. His face that was once full of worry for his ex, still held the same expression, but this time for you.

He made a mental note that next time he saw you he was going to apologize on behalf of his so called ‘friends’.

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You make it to class without a hitch. The day drones on like it always does, and it’s not until that final bell rings do you sigh in relief. You clutch your binder into your chest, both arms folded around it as you step back outside into the courtyard, this time with the end destination being your bed.

You get close to the school gates before you’re stopped by a loud voice. A loud, familiar voice.

“Y/N! Hey! Wait up!”

You stiffly turn in the direction where the voice is coming from, seeing Kim Namjoon in all his beautiful, letterman jacket wearing glory make it to you in a second flat from his long legged strides. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you’re holding your binder now, something Namjoon’s eyes dart to as he gets close enough to stand a few feet away from your shorter figure.

His full, dimpled smile is on display, and this time you know for a fact that it’s meant for you only. Your brain malfunctions, and you miss the words that come out of his mouth next, the only thing you register is his lips moving to form said words.

You blink. Once, twice. His smile doesn’t falter, but he does lean in closer to your face, one slender finger coming up to gently poke the crease in between your brows that seemed to form without you knowing. It must be from how confused you are about the situation at hand.

As if time unpaused itself, your brain clears up enough for you to speak, though your voice cracks when you do.

“I’m–, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“I was asking if you were available to accompany me to this new diner that opened up down the street. I wanted to treat you.”

His hands are stuffed into his letterman jacket, he’s rocking himself on the balls of his feet as he waits for your answer patiently. Eyes staying trained on your face, he surveys out of his peripheral the outfit you’re wearing. It’s cute, different, unique. He likes it, a lot.

Your eyes narrow, and for the first time does his usually confident smile begin to dim.

“Is this some kind of a bet?”

His eyes widen, face crestfallen at your misconception of his genuine interest in you.

“Excuse me?” Now it’s his turn to gain those creases between his brows.

“Are your friends going to pop out of the bushes and yell ‘gotcha!’?”

He doesn’t miss the way you elongate the word friends with a hint of distaste on your tongue. He’ll be the first to admit that his choice of company can be downright rude, and wonders what other slurs you had to endure by them before he transferred to this college his junior year.

“No, they’re not. I promise I only come to you with good intentions and on the basis of wanting to get to know you better. Is that alright with you?” He ends with a question, and once again awaits your answer. There’s no signs of malice or ill intent as he looks at you, but you can’t help the walls you’ve built over the years.

Pursing your lips, you reply.

“No, thank you. I wouldn’t want to further endure the wrath of the cheerleading squad when your girlfriend finds out. So, good day.”

You pivot on your heel, decision resolute.

An enlarged hand grasps your own, and you stop in your tracks, back towards him.

“She’s not my girl–well, she was-but not anymore. We broke up awhile ago. Like, months ago. She even has a new boyfriend already, he’s a cool dude.”

He’s nonchalant when he speaks, his grip on your hand loosens when you turn your attention back on him, but he still keeps ahold on your hand incase you attempt to ditch him again.

“Only you would talk highly of an ex’s new boyfriend, I swear. You’re like a freaking unicorn.”

He lets out a bellowing, open mouthed laugh that seems to take over his entire face, his eyes crinkling, that reverberates through his hand and into yours, causing your arm to shake lightly as a result. A hint of a smile appears on your face that makes him gasp in pure delight.

He points at your mouth with a cheeky, dimpled, grin.

“There’s that smile!”

Your immediate reaction is to hide your face in your chest, an action he prevents you from doing as he uses his other hand to cup your chin and steer your gaze back onto his. His hand is still warm from its previous home in his jacket, you note, despite the cold air around you two.

“You shouldn’t hide your face, it’s pretty.”

From that point on, you were hooked.

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Once again, you’re walking your normal route to class within the courtyard. Namjoon and his group of friends are a few yards away from you, but this time when he notices you, he makes a point to break away with haste, apologies spew from his supple lips to those he squeezes past to get to you.

Jin is the last to let him past, giving you an enthusiastic wave. Even Cherry and her posse give you smiles in greeting that you return. Namjoon’s arms encase themselves around your waist as he hoists your small frame and twirls you both in a circle. He’s still holding you up off the ground, and you slowly slide down enough to plant a soft, but meaningful kiss on his lips. You could feel him smile into it, and it makes your teeth clash for a moment.

When you mutually pull away for fresh air, you barely have time before he’s peppering you with kisses all over your face. From behind, Jin patronizes you both on your disgusting public display of affection.

“Oi! Get a room you two!”

Using one arm to hold you, he makes a point to flip Jin off with his free hand that makes you roll your eyes at their antics. You give him a few pats on his shoulder, your way of telling him to set you back down on solid ground. He pouts cutely, but obliges.

Throwing an arm around your shoulder instead, your fingers thread through his dangling ones over your shoulder as he leads you to your first class of the day. Too soon do you arrive, and he leans against the side of the wall next to the door with his lips already puckered in waiting. You lean up this time to oblige his height as best as you can, not noticing when he subtly leans down further to accommodate your height difference.

Inbetween kisses, he asks you a question.

“Am I still able to come over after the game tonight?”

His eyes are hopeful, smile widening when you nod in affirmation to his question. He gives you a loving pat on the head, before using both hands to secure your head long enough for him to plant a kiss on your forehead and then he’s off and heading to his own class with a wave of his hand, barely managing to dodge a gaggle of girls in time before crashing into them.

You wave back with a shake of your head at your clumsy giant, smile of your own adorning your face as a light hue rises in your cheeks of what’s to come.

You couldn’t wait.

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Just like in the beginning, you’re back in your favorite spot on the bleachers to watch your now boyfriend own the field like he always does. Off to the side, not to far from where you are, you catch a snippet of conversation between a dude who looks way to formally dressed to be at a college football game and Namjoon’s coach. When Namjoon’s body hurdles by them with the football in hand, does the formal guy point at Namjoon with a serious look on his face. His coach crosses his arms over his chest with a puff of his chest, a smug smile on his face as he nods to whatever the formal dude is saying.

Huh. You wonder what that’s about.

You join the rest of the crowd around you in a standing, deafening applaud for the entire football team as they make their way through the corridor after a major win of the season. Your eyes scan the members in search of Namjoon’s loving eyes, but you don’t see him.

It’s not until your eyes shift back towards the field, do you find him with his helmet tucked under his arm, a beaming smile on his face as he talks to coach and mystery dude. The latter pats Namjoon on the shoulder as you make your way slowly down the bleachers to the stairs that lead to on the field. When your feet touch the astroturf and you begin your small trek to the three men, does the mystery dude bid his goodbyes and walk past you.

The coach and Namjoon are hugging each other tightly, coach shouting praises at Namjoon.

“I knew you would be something kid. I just knew it!”

“Thanks, coach. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!”

You walk up as they separate, and you have a wary smile on your face, your gut telling you that you just might know what transpired, but choosing to stay silent and wait for Namjoon to tell you himself.

If possible, his smile becomes broader when he sees you. Dropping his helmet to the ground, he ditches it in favor of holding your body tightly against him. You hug him back just as enthusiastically, his breath fanning your ear as he speaks.

“I did it, baby! I got recruited for a team!”

You gasp in astonishment, eyes watering due to how happy you are for Joon. This has been his goal for as long as he could throw a football, you couldn’t be more proud of him. Your arms tighten around his neck as you bury your face into him. He can feel your body shake with happy sobs, and can’t help the emotion of the moment when he joins you in the sobfest.

The coach is long gone when you two collect yourselves, Namjoon using his thumbs to wipe the tear streaks from your face as he smiles at you lovingly. Your nose is red and eyes are puffy, but he’s never seen you look more beautiful than you do at this moment.

He leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, slow, but full of passion.

“I love you, y/n.”

The words are whispered between kisses and instead of responding with words, you opt for action in the form of deepening the kiss with a mix of tongues as you battle for dominance.

He wins. He always wins.

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Namjoon is manspreading on your bed wearing nothing but black boxers, arms behind his head as he watches your shy, hesitant body make its way past the frame of the door. Your arms are crossed over your chest in self doubt of how risqué you chose to dress yourself tonight for Namjoon’s pleasure – and your own.

It’s a sheer, black, silky slip that caught your eye in the mall recently. The lady that helped you pick it out reassured you that you would look so good that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you. But, as you look at his now stiff body, face void of emotion, you conclude it must’ve just been her trying to meet her sales quota for that day.

Your body folds in on itself, your flight response immediately wanting to kick in and save you from your utter embarrassment at trying and failing to look sexy. Namjoon snaps out of his lust induced haze to see your fear stricken one, and he instantly hops off the bed to secure you within his arms with endearing words of praise spoken into your hair as he rocks you both side to side.

“I’m sorry, baby. My brain fried there for a second when I saw how gorgeous you look.”

He pulls away, but keeps his hands on your shoulders, rubbing the tops of them occasionally as his eyes rake over your perfectly curved, thick figure with both love and lust.

“Just gorgeous?”

His eyes snap to yours when your meek voice passes your lips, his brows scrunching in confusion. He goes to question you, but you beat him to the answer.

“I was trying to go for more along the lines of sexy–,” your eyes look everywhere but his as you continue, self deprecating thoughts fill your mind for a moment as you become your own worst critic. “–I bet if I had bigger boobs–,”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.”

His hand on your chin, makes you look at him. His eyes hold nothing but warmth when he speaks.

“You are sexy, baby. So fucking sexy.”

Your eyes widen, a soft gasp escapes your lips. He trails one hand down your arm and to your hand, before he’s leading you both back to your bed. Guiding you to lay down, he then takes a moment to savor the way your body naturally parts your legs in anticipation of him being between them. Not wanting to disappoint, he kneels between your legs and uses the strength of his arms to hover over your form.

“I don’t want you ever doubting how I feel about you, okay? If you’re feeling down, let me know. I’ll be glad to show you otherwise.” A cheeky smirk adorns his face and your cheeks tint, small smile beginning to curl at the edge of your lips.

“There’s that smile I love.”

“Shut up.”

You pull him down by his neck to kiss him, it starts out slow and sensual, before turning into a kiss of pure need for one another. Your bodies react, his lower half grinds into yours and you can feel the effect you have on him. You whimper into the kiss, the weight of his crotch rubs deliciously into your clit that makes you want more.

“Please, Joonie. No teasing.”

“Fine, fine. One thing though, something I always wanted to try.”

You tilt your head in bewilderment when he pushes himself off of you to cross your room to the duffel bag that lays on the floor next to your desk. Unzipping it, he ruffles through the contents until he finds what he’s looking for – his letterman jacket.

He makes his way back to you and gestures for you to sit up, which you do. Grabbing the bottom of your slip dress, he helps you pull it off until your left nude in front of him. He bites his lip, and throws the jacket around your shoulders, encouraging you to slink your arms through the sleeves, which again, you do. He then sits back to both admire you and take in his fantasy come to life.

You wearing nothing but his letterman jacket.

His Adam’s apple bobs, pupils blown, as you yourself admire the jacket around you. The semi rough material rubs against your nipples and makes them harden. The scent of Joon is all over it, and you can’t help but bring the collar up to your nose to savor it with your eyes closed in content.

A shaky exhale is what has your eyes popping back open to witness Namjoon sink to his elbows between your legs. You whine at his actions.

“Joon, I said no teasing tonight.”

“Baby, please? This has been a fantasy of mine for a long time now, I just want to taste you real quick.” He whines back cutely, full on pout plastered on his face that you just can’t say no too.

You give a mock huff of feigned annoyance and let yourself plop back comfortably onto the pillows beneath you, he pumps a fist in the air in triumph that has you lightly hitting him in the back of his head with the heel of your foot to hurry up.

Then, he doesn’t waste any time.

He dives in, planting one solid lick to your outer folds that leads to the hood of your clit. He places one hand between you both to gently tug the hood of your clit up so he can blow softly on it. The cool sensation makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and then he’s placing a hard suck on your clit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your knees unconsciously begin closing upon contact, but he uses his other free hand to hold one of your legs down, preemptively giving him better access to your core.

He switches his attention from your clit, and down to your now glistening hole, where he allows his middle finger to slide inside up to the knuckle, taking it out a second later to rub circles around your hole. Your hips buck, hole clenching around nothing, missing the intruding digit already. He continues this torturous routine until you start to become frustrated at your lack of relief, the edging beginning to take a toll on you.

“Namjoon, you better start–,” you begin to berate him, but your words turn into soft pants when he chooses at that exact moment to add two more digits into your hole at a fast pace, curling them to the point he’s able to feel your soft spot. His pace is unrelenting as you grip the sheets, back arching and mouth parting in a silent scream. Your toes begin to curl and he watches with hooded eyes as you come undone for the first time that night before him. Your orgasm washes over your spasming body in waves, and he’s quick to replace his fingers with his big mouth to lewdly slurp up your essence like a man starved for water. Some of it eludes his mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the bedding beneath you.

“Fuck. Namjoon. Stop. I can’t.”

You beg breathlessly, fingers gripping his hair in a vice to lift his head off your oversensitive pussy. He places one last wet kiss to each of your inner thighs, then trails up your body to your breasts. He takes one in each hand, gently massaging them to squish them together so he can take advantage of his big mouth and tongue to both lick and suckle each nipple with the same amount of attention.

You use the opportunity to come down from your high, to a still pleasurable, but not overbearing different kind of stimulation. After a few minutes, he uses one hand to push down his boxers enough to kick them off the bed with his feet. Getting back up on his knees, he reaches over the side of you to your side table drawer and fetches out a condom you make sure to keep just incase. He opens it and rolls it on, being sure to pinch the tip to make room for his own slick to fill.

He lines up his length with your still semi spasming hole, but looks up at you with a question in his eyes that gets answered just as quietly when you wrap your legs around his waist. Both of you let out a grunt of satisfaction when he stills, fully inside.

“Are you okay?”

You don’t realize your eyes closed on their own as your body adjusted to Namjoon’s girth. When you open them, you see his face hovering over yours with concern pooling in his.

“I’m good, Joon. You can move.”

Leaning down, he gives you a lingering kiss on your lips as he begins to move his hips against yours. He doesn’t go fast, choosing tonight as one to be savored. It’s an important one after all, he wants to remember it.

You thrust your own hips up in the slow, rhythmic tempo that he’s set, encouraging him to his first orgasm of the night. He buries his face in your neck, giving sloppy thrusts until he stills. Using what little strength you have left, you place the palms of your hands on his chest and push him until he’s laying on his back on the bed. You take your time straddling him, rubbing your folds against his length once, twice – it’s not until the third swing of your hips does he place his hands on your love handles in order to guide his length back into your warmth.

You chuckle at his impatience, and he glowers at you playfully.

“I thought you said no teasing?”

“Figured I’d give you a taste of your own medicine is all.”

You’re playing innocent, but he knows better. He lets you ride him at your own pace, letting his hands roam all over your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Eventually, when he feels your walls begin to constrict around his own growing length, does he drop his hand where you two meet in order to rub soft, yet perfect amount of weight on your clit to help spur both of your impending orgasms.

Throwing caution to the wind, you splay your hands on his chest to get better leverage and a better angle, increasing your pace from a slow one to a fast one that has both of you a panting mess trying to chase your highs at the same time. You let out a broken whimper and he knows you’re closer to yours, but he wants to cum at the same time as you, finding the rare occurrence just another way of togetherness in his mind between you both when it does happen.

Easing his assault on your clit, he plants his heels into the bed to thrust up at a brutal pace, his cock pistons in and out of your sopping hole and you let out a sob at the orgasm that suddenly hits you at the same time that his does. He only stops when you can’t hold yourself up anymore and choose to lazily plop yourself off to the side of him on the bed, face flushed, eyes closed, and ready for sleep already.

He’s not too far behind you, wanting to crash after that love making session, but he needs to clean up first and so do you. He gives your ass a light slap and you groan into the pillow in reply.

“Let’s clean up, baby. Then sleep.”

You flip him off. He playfully bites your fingertip.

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The next day you’re both taking an early morning walk around campus, your small hand held tightly in his large one. Ever since last night, he takes any chance he can get to see you wearing his letterman jacket, so that’s what you’re currently wearing over your outfit.

You don’t mind though, in fact, you love it.

Like you love him.

So, you say it for the first time since he’s confessed.

“Joon?” He looks down at you with a curious look on his face, and waits patiently for you to speak when he notices how shy you’re getting. It brings him back to the first day he met you.

“I love you too.”

Your favorite dimpled smile makes an appearance. You two meet in the middle for a loving kiss. You go to pull away, but he secured a hand on the back of your neck to keep you a hair width away as he speaks lowly, honestly.

“I always saw you.”

You tilt your head in confusion.

“Saw me?”

“Yeah. In the bleachers. You went to every game. I even saw the sign you made with just my number on it, but it helped me get that winning touchdown.”

“You’re joking.”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

A puff of laughter escapes your lips, your lips grazing his during the act that has him chasing yours for another. His shoulders bounce as he lightly laughs along with you.

Another reason you love wearing his jacket? It lets everyone around you know that you’re his.

That you would always be his.

can we get amnesia trope with namjoon pleaseee?

Never Forget You

Pairing: Mafia!Kim Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

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“Do I know you?”

You visibly stiffened when you heard his deep voice. You tried to calm your heart that was beating too fast, tried to breathe slowly. But how could you pretend like nothing was happening when Kim Namjoon was literally standing in front of you? When it had been almost a year since you last saw him?

When it had been eight months since you left him?

When it had been eight months since you last saw him bruised and bloodied?

You heard him chuckled softly when a moment passed and you still didn’t acknowledge him. You were terrified. You knew nothing was simple with him. You knew nothing was uncomplicated when it came to you and him… and Namjoon suddenly appearing in front of you made you lose all the progress you made.

You thought you had escaped him. Yet now, he was standing in front of you.

Suddenly, you were back to being that naive girl who loved him too much.

“I’m sorry if I scared you. It’s just that…you looked familiar,” Namjoon trailed off when you finally looked up at his tall form. The first thing you noticed was the scar on the side of his forehead, a clear and bitter reminder of how the two of you ended on what seemed like lives ago. The second thing you noticed was the color of his hair. The old Namjoon would never dare color his hair, but the man in front of you was spontaneous enough to do so.

The last thing you noticed about him was his eyes- they were no longer angry. His eyes looked as angelic as the first time you met him. Kim Namjoon looked at peace.

And so, you lied.

You lied because he deserved the peace and you were terrified.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you.”

The second time you crossed paths with him again was after two months. You decided to move again the very next day that you saw him. You were certain you weren’t safe, that you needed distance from him for your sanity and his peace. However, destiny seemed to laugh at your efforts.

You were walking, your eyes focused on the scenery on your way to work when you felt someone crashed into you, cold liquid poured on your white shirt. The dark contrast of coffee against your shirt was enough to make you lose your composure. You were about to unleash hell on the assailant when you saw who it was.

However, his face shut you up. Of course it was him. Again.

“I’m so sorry!” Kim Namjoon exclaimed in a horrified voice, his mouth focused on your wet shirt and the see-through brassiere that you snapped your fingers in front of him.

“Eyes up here, Namjoon!”

He looked at you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck when he realized what you said…when he realized what you called him. Suddenly, he lost the apologetic look on his face, his eyes widened with curiosity and suspicion.

“What did you just call me?” He asked in a deep voice. He tilted his head to the side, his mannerism even before the accident. You hated how you still knew about this. You so badly wanted to erase him from your thoughts.

In fact, it should have been you who lost the memories. In that way, you would be able to escape his memories: the good and the bad.

You stepped back when he walked closer to you. You were glad that this happened in public. You wouldn’t be this glad, though, if this happened eight months ago. If this happened eight months ago, Namjoon would just simply take what he wanted regardless of the consequences.

“You called me Namjoon,” he stated, his eyes taking you in. He looked lethal despite the changes in him. For heaven’s sake, the old him wouldn’t be caught wearing a tote bag like he did now. The old him wouldn’t even dare wear whatever he color of clothes he was wearing right now.

You opted to look at his chest rather than his eyes, which he found rather unacceptable. You gulped when you felt his finger tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “Do you know me, sweetheart?”

Sweetheart. The one he used to call you so lovingly…yet sometimes he did so mockingly. You were shaking when you met his curious eyes.

He chuckled without any emotions when moment passed and you didn’t confirm nor deny. “Was I a bad person that you would lie to me about knowing me?”

He wasn’t. Until love or rather, until obsession swallowed him whole.

For the second time, and what probably was the last time, Kim Namjoon let you go. The tears that were pooling in your eyes were enough for him to gently let you walked away from him.

“Are you going to be honest now?” He asked his father who was sitting in front of him as though he was the king himself. In a way, he was. They sat on top of the hierarchy in the underworld, and Kim Namjoon before the accident was the King when his father stepped down. He was the king, yet he couldn’t lead right now because of his memories.

They said he was chasing after someone when it happened.

They said the person wasn’t important and that the person was now gone.

The doctor was confident that he would remember everything in due time, which was fine to him. Really. It was fine. However, he felt a constant stabbing pain in his heart. He felt incomplete. He felt as though his world lost its balance.

Something was missing.

Someone was missing.

Because if not, how could he explain the dreams that both haunted and enchanted him each night? How could he explain the scenes similar to that of a movie whenever he closed his eyes of a girl who loved him?

Someone loved him.

And he was desperate to remember her, to get her back in his arms where she obviously belonged. He was simply restless.

“What are you talking about, son?”

Gently, he laid his palm on the wooden table. He leaned in, his calmness a mask to his insanity. Namjoon was always calm, yet his calmness was lethal. His father knew about this. Most especially, you knew about this. “Don’t lie to me,” he whispered in his deep voice. “Who was I chasing that night, father?”

His father thought he deserved the truth, yet he didn’t want to him to know. His son had always been levelheaded, yet when it came to you, his ever-loving sanity vanished. Personally, he thought it was a blessing in disguise when he forgot about you.

He should’ve known, Namjoon would never just let go. His obsession was stronger than the clean state of his memories. He recognized that obsession because he too was once obsessed with Namjoon’s mother. And it was his love that drove her away.

He didn’t want it to happen to Namjoon.

Yet, it still did. He drove you away.

“And this time, please don’t lie to me.”

He regarded him with his eyes, “You were chasing your fiancé that night.”

Three months passed, and you hadn’t seen him since then. You moved once again, living peacefully. Or so you thought.

It had been thirteen months since you escaped from him. The car chase was something you would never want to relive, yet you could remember it clear as day. His love suffocated you. What was once a sweet relationship turned sour when he let the darkness won. He terrified you. His love was obsessive, his embrace became tighter, his kisses became more desperate the more he felt you pulling away. But didn’t he realize you pulled away because he stopped being the Namjoon you fell in love with?

And when you finally discovered how deep his obsession was, how people suddenly disappeared when he felt they were a threat, you had the courage to leave him. But he didn’t take it easy. Of course, he didn’t. When he found your ring on his bedside table, he lost it.

And that was how the car chase happened. That was how he lost you.

You turned your head to look in front of you when you heard someone sat. You thought that finally, your date your coworker set you up with finally arrived. But instead of him, Kim Namjoon was there.

He sat down comfortably, his eyes focused on the menu. And you knew, you just knew that he was back. His hair was dark once again. Gone was the tote bag and simplicity in his clothes. Now, he was sporting the usual suit you knew he favored.

It scared you that he hadn’t once looked up at you. He only did so when he placed his order, and you noticed he ordered for two. He ordered your favorite.

He remembered now.

“W-what are you doing here?” Your voice trembled as you took him in.

“You’re here, sweetheart. Where else would I be?” He asked in a mocking voice, his eyes finally on yours as he took you in.

Thirteen months you ran.

Thirteen months he lived without you.

He had enough.

“What did you do to him…”

He leaned in, his head tilted to the side. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We only…talked.”

“Don’t lie to me!” You hissed, anger getting the best of you. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Suddenly, the restaurant was emptied by men wearing dark suits. And then they dragged the bloodied man inside. You were crying, you didn’t realize until Namjoon wiped your tears. He hated seeing you cry. It was his weakness.

Perhaps, he loved you too much.

“Shh,” he comforted you, standing up to kneel beside you. He looked into your eyes with overflowing love, with too much love that it drowned you. “Nothing will happen to him. I promise you.”

He kept his promises, always.

After all, he promised you that he would never leave you. And beyond his memory loss, he never left you. Namjoon kept on coming back.

“If you marry me now, nothing would happen to him.”

You looked at his sincere eyes. He looked worried over your state. “Do you promise?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I promise.”

That night, he slipped back the ring you left. That night, Kim Namjoon promised that he would love you forever.

That night, he promised to himself that he would never let you escape again…and that he would never forget you again.

𝑷𝒐𝒗: 𝑩𝒇!𝑩𝑻𝑺 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 (𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆)

Synopsis: The BTS boys end up mistaking a thermometer for a pregnancy test and think they're going to be dads

Your status:

Kim Seokjin:

Min Yoongi:

Kim Namjoon:

Jung Hoseok:

Do I do the maknae line part?

I hope you liked it, sorry for any mistakes💜

Can I get a BTS reaction to their child (baby, like 1 or 2 year old) giggling and laughing to them looking at themselves in the mirror? I just saw this happening. The dad was pushing the cart close and far away from the mirror, and the kid was DYING of laughter

Hello whitefoxgirl, I loved your request, it gave me lots of good ideas!!!! But I'm going to have to split it into two parts because I'm very sick at the moment so it's very difficult to write, I promise to try and get the rest up as soon as I can!!! I hope you like it 💜💜

Just a Happy Day:

𝓜𝓲𝓷 𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲:

Since the birth of your daughter with Min Yoongi you didn't have much free time and you didn't have a day to enjoy without the responsibility of taking care of a baby, your husband did as much as he could to help with everything, but it was still very tiring. Wanting to please her, he took a day off and after a lot of persuasion he managed to convince her to go out with her friends while he stayed at home to take care of Jiyeon, as the girl was already 10 months old and always remained calm and calm with her father. He decided to accept, despite the uncomfortable feeling of being away from his little girl. 

It was already getting dark when you returned with several bags of things you had bought for yourself and Jiyeon. Everything seemed quiet and very clean despite the few toys scattered around the living room and the large sofas, which was strange since there was always a little girl running around and filling the rooms with her sweet delicate voice and loud laughter that made your days happier.

As you climb the steps of the staircase leading to the second floor, you hear a low moan coming from one of the bedrooms, which catches your attention and makes you go up faster and try your best not to make a sound as you walk up to the door of the suite, you open the door just a little to peek at what they're both doing and you end up looking at the most adorable scene in the world. Yoong is with Jiyeon in his arms standing in front of the mirror playing together, he tilts his body so that his face disappears from the mirror and then returns to his previous position, letting out a "buh" that makes the girl laugh and clap her hands.

𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴:

After a tiring morning cleaning the apartment where you lived with Hoseok and your 6-month-old daughter Yeonju, taking the opportunity to sort out some things to donate and the presents she had received the last time your husband's friends came to visit with their children, you decided to lie down on the sofa for a few minutes just to rest but ended up dozing off for a couple of hours because you were so tired. When you woke up it was already afternoon, the sun was low and your body was less sore, but you were no longer on the sofa but on the big bed in your bedroom. Looking sideways towards the huge closet with a large mirror on the door, you saw your daughter's baby carriage with the little girl clapping her hands and laughing loudly while her father appeared and disappeared from the mirror.

Hoseok hummed a tune as he jumped in front of the mirror and then away. Every time the man disappeared, the little girl let out a loud laugh and clapped her hands in excitement at the "magic" her father was performing, which made her father do it more and more enthusiastically. Until he noticed you looking and turned towards you, a little flushed.

- Look love, she loves watching me do magic - he said excitedly before going back to playing with her, only this time determined to make you laugh too.

𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷:

With a baby at home, it was hard to find a quiet place in the house other than the library where Namjoon went to think, read and work for a while, which he did at least once a day after making sure his wife didn't need him and spending a lot of time playing with little Jae, who was a mini copy of his father.

Today the man had been locked in the library for a few hours working on a new song, but he hadn't been able to make much progress on the track and was starting to get frustrated when he heard a knock on the door and saw his wife open the door showing only her face.

- Hi, honey, I know you're busy, but could you take a look at Jae for a few minutes for me? - Yn asks with a cute smile, Namjoon smiles and nods, going to the door to take the chubby baby from his wife's hands. Jae smiles excitedly and holds out his arms to his father.

Despite being a six-month old baby, Jae is big and strong, always hungry and making a mess, his little brown eyes sparkling with love every time he sees his father. Namjoon holds him in his arms and kisses his chubby cheek, smiling at him, but the happiness of father and son only lasts a few minutes before the little one starts to throw a tantrum, whimpering as he flaps his arms in irritation. The man tries everything to calm him down, but it seems impossible. The father walks with the baby in his arms while rocking him slightly but he continues to grumble, until the man passes in front of the mirror and the baby lets out a low chuckle but starts crying again when Namjoon turns away, realizing this he starts playing with Jae through the mirror while humming the song he was working on.

When yn returned to the room, he found them playing together and laughing with each other in an adorable scene, because both of them, apart from their looks, had very similar laughs. Namjoon always looked immensely radiant when he had his son in his arms, and it was impossible not to get emotional watching him.

Sorry for any mistakes, I hope you like it 💜

Close As Strangers - Kim Namjoon

Synopsis: Namjoon has been working hard on opening a new art gallery. When you two were together, you knew he was passionate about it. You loved watching his eyes light up just being around anything artistic. His eyes kept glancing towards the front door. Even though you two split, he couldn't help but wonder - would you show up?

Pairing: Art Collector!Kim Namjoon x Artist!reader

Genre: angst - post-breakup, still in love with your ex

Inspiration: Close As Strangers - 5 Seconds of Summer

Word Count: 2.3k

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Everyone was filling into the venue space Namjoon rented out. There were tables set up towards the front of art gallery with simple finger foods, a subtle way to encourage people to eat before they begin to wonder the exhibit. The last thing Namjoon needed to worry about was someone touching a piece and smearing the art work with cheese or something.

Champagne had been popped as a way to mark the official opening of the art gallery. There was light chatter, the occasional person coming up to congratulate him on his success. He offered a polite smile to strangers, thanking them for coming. Yet, with each interaction, with each movement, his eyes glanced towards the front of the venue space.

Would you come? He sent an invitation a few weeks back but was met with only radio silence. There was still a chance.

Namjoon and you had started dating right as the pandemic began to ease up. As a way to mark your reemergence into society, you both ended up going to an art museum. He still remembers the way you analyzed each piece, she people getting frustrated with you for taking up so much room. But they didn't get it. Their approach to museums was just to look at the piece and move on.

Not you. Maybe it helped that you studied art in college, but you liked learning about the piece as well as the artist behind it. You would read each descriptor, finding out about the biography of the artist, why they made a particular piece, and what they were trying to portray. You appreciated the hard work and sheer dedication it took to craft any type of art.

What Namjoon appreciated was how considerate you were. You weren't the type to offer harsh critiques, to think you were better. Your eyes took in each piece, almost as if you were following each stroke. You were trying to take in everything you could to make yourself a better artist. He never thought he would meet someone who was so into art as himself, to view things just as he did.

You two made a routine. Fridays, you would go out to a different museum. You alternated who chose the museum. Afterwards, you would go to a restaurant in the city to discuss the pieces you liked over a glass of wine. You then offered insight into various other topics - philosophy, politics, latest trends you saw on your TikTok. He believed he found his better half.

He was captivated not just by your technique, but by you. You had this magic ability to gather everyone's attention without saying a word. All eyes immediately went on you. He wasn't sure if it was because of your radiating smile, always coming across as approachable and kindhearted. Or if it was for your outer beauty. You were just breathtaking. it definitely had to be a combination of both.

Soon, you guys began to travel the world to different art galleries. There were times you felt guilty as Namjoon insisted on paying for everything. All he ever needed was your company.

While you enjoyed the opportunity to travel the world together, to explore and experience new things, that's all you guys did. It would be going to a new country just for an art museum. Sometimes it felt like you two left just as quickly as you arrived. You tried convincing him to take a break from art to explore parts of the cities you were in.

In response, he just brushed you off. He stated that he was here on business. Namjoon genuinely thought you would enjoy being surrounded by art. And there were times you did. Other times, you wanted a break. You wanted to just experience the world around you without viewing artwork and feeling like you were being compared to other artists by your own significant other. it was suffocating.

That was when the cracks in the foundation began to show themselves. Namjoon thought you were changing from the person you said you were, and how you presented yourself to be. You argued that he focused too much on the serious side of life rather than living in the moment.

"Well, maybe if you were a serious artist, you would be inspired rather than be lazy about your craft."

The words he spoke to you still struck a nerve. The constant travel, and lack of support you felt from the person that mattered the most caused you to lose inspiration. You tried out different mediums ranging from ceramics to digital art. Every time you attempted to sit down and create something, you were just more frustrated.

You walked out after that argument. You didn't turn back as you realized you needed to get out of the toxic environment to better yourself. You were an artist after all. There was a strong desire for you to get back to what was important to you, but you needed to unfortunately separate yourself from Namjoon to do so.

Namjoon realized too late that the had lost you. You didn't go chasing after you, figuring you might finally throw yourself in your studio to create. He thought you needed space to feel your emotions. He honestly missed seeing your artwork.

Deep down, he knew he could be a bit stubborn, but he didn't realize how serious the argument was until the next day. Numerous texts and calls were dialed to your number. You ignored every single one of them. He then decided to visit your studio where your art supplies had already been cleared out. What really broke him was seeing that your apartment had already been emptied.

Luckily, he still had one method to reach out to you. Your email. He emailed the invitation to his art gallery to that address. Truly, he had no idea if you would even respond, but he was hopeful.

The minutes passing by felt like hours. His heart was trembling within his soul as he eagerly watched out for you every now and then. Namjoon tried his damn hardest to invest himself in the conversations around him, but he just couldn't. Not when wondering where you were was infiltrating his mind.

The art gallery opened at 7pm. It was now 9:14pm. The gallery was going to be open for another 46 minutes before the after-party started at his condo. There was still time.

The crowd was starting to dwindle as people were making their way through the entire exhibit. Or maybe they were just done with their conversations with other high-list individuals. He could care less.

As the crowd began to grow smaller, he noticed a body staring by the front. He raised an eyebrow. He never noticed that person there before. That was until he recognized it was you.

His eyes widened as he watched you for a moment. You wear wearing a black sleek dress that had a slit up to your mid thigh. Strands of hair framed your face as you had it pulled back. Your makeup was light besides the mascara that coated your eyelashes and the red lipstick on your lips. He noticed you still wore gold jewelry. A glass of champagne was in your hand, still full as your eyes traveled around the venue. You've never looked anymore beautiful.

Eventually, your eyes landed on him. It was as if time stopped. You offered a gentle smile. He was frozen in place as you began to make your way through the crowd.

You actually showed up. "Hi Joonie." He never thought he would hear your voice again. Let alone hear you call him by that name. "Hi y/n," he whispered. He wanted desperately to throw his arms around you, pull you in and never let you go. However, this was his first official art gallery after collecting for so many years. He had to maintain a level of professionalism if he hoped to make it in the industry. "You look elegant as always," he complimented.

You couldn't fight off the smile that came onto your lips. You leaned up to kiss his cheek in a friendly manner. It was enough to nearly make his knees weak. You still had him tightly wound around your little finger. "Care to let me show you around?" He asked upfront. He wasn't even sure why he asked that. He was going rogue.

His nerves settled once you nodded. He offered his arm out to you for which you slipped yours in between. You took a sip of your champagne before nodding, allowing him to lead you through the exhibit he curated.

Honestly, you were beyond proud of him. This has been a dream of his since the day you met. He confessed his wish to open up exhibits throughout the world, especially in underprivileged communities. You both knew that the arts could save lives, and he was determined to see that happen.

You recognized some of the pieces from your journeys together. You were trying to still piece together the pieces of what the underlying theme was. You were surprised Namjoon didn't include descriptions of the pieces.

Was that intentional? Maybe he wanted people to come up and ask questions? He always loved talking about art. You were always impressed with how much knowledge he stored in his mind.

You also remembered how Namjoon could be a bit clumsy. He managed to maneuver the two of you through the crowd pretty successfully. Aside from the occasion tug you had to give him before he bumped into someone. He would blush lightly, saying a quick apology to the person he would walk past.

Part of his distraction was because of you. He kept glancing down at you more times than looking at the path in front of him. Namjoon just couldn't believe you actually showed up.

You wanted to ask questions. You wanted to know about him, how he was doing, what he has been up to. But you figured it would all be answered with time.

Namjoon finally stopped as he reached the back wall of the art exhibit. It was impressive how much he's curated over the years. However, you were not prepared for the final pieces of the gallery.

You had this habit on dates to draw on napkins, often when you were waiting for the waiter to come back with your receipt. You always had pen stashed in your purse for such moments. Your drawings consisted of what was around you - the people at neighboring tables, skylines, dogs, the glasses you and Namjoon finished, sometimes even of himself.

Your eyes widened as you stared at the wall. Hundreds of these little napkins were framed and on the wall. He came to love your little drawings. You never drew them to give them to someone, so he began collecting them. He knew that the staff at the restaurants would just throw them away, and it crushed him to see good art be treated like garbage. They were the parts of you, after all. Every napkin was like a piece of treasure.

The two of you stood there for a moment. You could remember where the two of you were from each napkin. New York, Los Angeles, Paris, Seoul, Milan - just to name a few. You remembered the coffee shops the two of you could go to on a rainy Sunday. You remembered every moment with Namjoon. "I can't believe you did all of this," you whispered. "Angel, this whole gallery is for you. It's our own little lane of memories."

You two just stared at each other. Your eyes were glossy, and admittedly so was his. His life felt meaningless without your presence in it. Every day felt torturous knowing he was at fault for letting you go, for not fighting harder. Now that you were here in front of him, he wasn't going to let you getaway that easily again.

"Namjoon?"

Who the hell was calling his name.

"Namjoon? Hello?"

He watched as you took a step back. You weren't smiling anymore, the tears now falling from his eyes. The world around him started to fade away besides the one voice repeatedly calling his name. What was going on? He tried running to you but he felt his feet were stuck. Everything faded to black.

"Namjoon!" "Can someone please get him some water?"

He blinked his eyes when the world seemed brighter again. There was still chatter of people, but he was now being circled by the people that were closest in his life. Well, everyone besides you.

His eyes flickered towards the front of the gallery. He saw a woman standing in a black dress. Her hair was pulled back, a glass of champagne in her hand. Y/n.

He was about to push past the people that gathered him but froze when he made eye contact. Those weren't your eyes. And you weren't wearing gold. It was someone else. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach as he took a step back from where he was before. "Seriously, Joon? Are you ok?"

Namjoon let out a shaky breath before nodding. He did his best to put on a bright smile, but the tears in his eyes were a dead giveaway. All his friends were concerned for him. They knew just how important tonight was for him, but not as important as trying to see you again.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm sorry. I got lost in my head. Just think about everything that led up to this moment," he chuckled lightly.

All his friends nodded in understanding. Jin rested his hand on his younger friend, squeezing comfortingly. "You've worked so hard. You should be proud of yourself." Everyone agreed as they joined in cheers of their champagne glasses.

If only Namjoon could be proud of himself, of the man he had become. But he couldn't be when he lost the best piece of artwork that entered his life - you.