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i promise.

summary:  running into your ex-boyfriend, namjoon, stirs a lot of feelings inside of you, moving you to give your husband, yoongi, the full reason why that relationship ended pairing: (past) kim namjoon x reader | min yoongi x reader genre: exes reunion, angst, bit of fluff rating: PG word count: 5.1k tags/warnings: mentions infertility, heavy conversations surrounding infertility, heavy angst, a lot of crying, a slip of the tongue that could be triggering, sfw intimacy that alludes to but does not describe anything physical, there is fluff i promise but if any of these topics are triggering for you, please dni

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafted fics for quite some time. for the sake of story progression, the italicized conversation between reader and namjoon could be considered a general plot hole. it is very emotional but i really love this fic. i know i don’t need to explain my writing process but i remember when i wrote the emotion into this story and how much it eased my pain back then, so i hope if nothing else, it can just feel like a hug of sorts. please be sure to read warnings before proceeding.

The toe of your shoes crease when you stretch upwards, fully extending your fingers and singing a silent victory song when the tips of your fingers touch the box. You pull it forward three times but to no avail.

“I don’t understand why they put things so high up,” a male’s deep voice suddenly appears next to you followed with it is a long arm, his hand grabbing the box with ease before bringing it down for you, “here you go-“

You laugh, ease finding its way back into your body before looking up at the kind Samaritan, “thank you-“

But it isn’t long before you tense up again at first sight of the man.

“Namjoon-“ your breath escapes you and with it goes the box tumbling from your Gumby-like hands, “oh my gosh-“

Both tumble forward to save the item before it can connect with the ground. Ultimately it lands in his hands, though he is just as shaken as you.

“Namjoon-“ you repeat his name followed with a suffocating breath, all of it lodging in your throat.

“H-hello,” he finally blinks, clenching the box between his hands as your name tumbles out of his mouth.

At the sound of your name you scan the narrow aisle for any onlookers, your mind taunting you that everyone is aware you’ve unexpectedly run into your ex-boyfriend.

You move your cart to the side to allow another shopper to pass through the aisle. An awkward exchange is made between the two who are no longer mere strangers, finally securing the item in your basket.

“Thank you a-again,” you stutter, keeping one hand on the cart handle and wringing it around, “I’m so sorry-“ a breathy laugh manages to slip through your lips.

Namjoon scurries for a topic noting your nervousness while trying to keep his at bay.

“I suppose this isn’t the scenario you saw yourself in if we ever did see each other again-” he curses at himself, “not that I imagined this either.“

You struggle to find his eyes, choosing a place next to his head when you finally gather yourself enough to form a coherent sentence, “no-no it certainly isn’t.”

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