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hold you close | kim namjoon x f!reader

summary: having baby eunjoo brings on a new set of worries for you, while namjoon steeps in a fear you haven’t quite known until now pairing: namjoon x f!reader [moon] ft. bell jeon word count: 2.4k+ tags/warnings: angst with resolution, light fluff, reader uses harsh words, relationship tension, babies mentioned always a/n: ah this is a bit of introduction to our sweet moon & joon. you’ll learn in time that they have had some painful hurdles to get through in order for their relationship to work. i’d really love to hear what you all think of this one~

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The humming bundle in your lap paints a galaxy across your eyes. Admiring the heavy droop of your daughter’s eyelids and the long lashes that nearly cast a shadow over her round cheeks.

The gentle sway of your body while putting Eunjoo to sleep has become a habit, it’s second nature after doing the same with Iseul when he was born. Iseul, your ever-growing son, sleeping in the room across the hallway, a spitting image of your husband.

Much like the steady beat of your heart in your daughter’s ear who has taken to soft snores, you are soothed by the thought of the family you and Namjoon have created. You revel in the feel of her in your arms, watching flashes of your son who has grown too tall for you to cradle like this anymore. If it wasn’t for your late-night visitor waiting in the kitchen, you’re sure you could fall asleep next to Eunjoo’s crib, content as all can be.

You peek into Iseul’s room, noting the toys he did not pick like he promised, before your eyes follow the dull light coming from your kitchen.

“She’s out,” you share a silent cheer with your best friend who just smiles, “Iseul was so fussy at this age, fought his sleep until I begged. But her? She’s out within minutes.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around you having two kids now.” Bell chuckles, sliding over a glass of wine to you.

You hum while taking a sip, “I feel like it was only yesterday Joon and I were talking about Iseul turning a year old.”

Bell tries to appease your light banter, but the tension is immediately felt at the mention of your husband’s name. It’s then that you can feel the puffiness of your eyes, the bags beneath them that greeted your youngest friend when she arrived, following your text to her.

“Is he at his studio?” Her tone is aware of you, unsure if you even want to talk about it.

You shrug, “he was supposed to be home for the night before all of that happened, so likely at the dorm,” you sigh, clamping your eyes together to avoid the onset of fresh tears, “he didn’t have anything with him.”

Bell just nods, following your lead. The two of you move into the family room, settling into the cushions with wine swishing around your glasses. She watches you rest back, the plush material giving way to your tense muscle. You lean your head back - for how long you can’t be sure until you remember your best friend wades in the silence.

You sigh, a sound that has become so familiar to you in the last few months, “he and I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but I thought these were problems we would have had when Iseul was born, you know? Trying to balance marriage, me leaving my career to be a stay-at-home mom, Namjoon and work. The company had a lot to do with that though, allowing him some leniency in his schedule for the first couple of years with Iseul. Maybe, like us, they thought we figured out the best routine during this time leading up to Eunjoo.”

Bell looks down into her glass, tapping the rim with her finger in a thoughtful manner. You look at her when she looks up, a subtle shake in her head, “balancing the type of marriages we have is tough in itself, right? Then having kids, it-it isn’t easy for day-to-day people like our other friends. What do they say, ‘I can’t imagine how you handle being married to an idol?’” you both snort.

“They mean well.” You add.

“But we should still cut ourselves slack, shouldn’t we?” Bell asks and for a moment you wonder if your friend is assuring you, or asking you.

You take a deep breath in before slowly releasing it, “it feels unfair to Eunjoo. To both of my children, but Is-Iseul had more time with Namjoon. Of course, a lot of quality time is sacrificed when they all tour. But Joon and I - we prepared as much as we could. I mean, I can’t help but look at how down-pact Hart and Jin have this life.”

With careful objection, Bell’s fingertips find the top of your hand, “you and I both know that’s not a fair thing to do. We all live the same life in wildly different ways. What works for her, doesn’t work for Chick and Jimin - y-you know where I’m going with this.”

You nod, “I just - with Eunjoo, it’s like we have become too comfortable in their relationship growing through a FaceTime call.”

“That’s a valid concern.” Bell treads lightly, setting her glass on the wooden coffee table. You watch her motion, eyes stuck to the unique piece Namjoon moved from his old studio and into your home. You remember the smell, how the natural oak settled into the walls, becoming a comfort to you.

“I think there is more resonating in him that he won’t talk to me about,” you abandon your wine, raking your fingers through your hair, “but then again I am his wife - his best friend, I should have picked up on these things rather than badger him to spend more time with Eunjoo.”

Bell laughs but you know it’s meant with sincerity, “none of us are perfect no matter how well we know our partners or each other. And you’re a mother! You fight for your babies even if it happens to be the other part that created those babies that you have to sound off to.”

You can’t help but feel tickled by Bell’s excitement when it comes to validating your fears. “I-I should have approached it differently though,” you scoff at the person that took over you hours before, “I accused him like he was a stranger.”

“Namjoon, I’m only saying it would be nice if you put Eunjoo down for the night, you haven’t done it in so long. Before you know it, she won’t recognize the feeling of you.”

You know what a mistake those words are the second they leave your mouth. You don’t need to see the pain that appears in the dark orbs of your husband’s eyes to know you’ve hurt him. His jaw tenses and you watch the muscles contract, likely from the discomfort he already has. He always carries stress in his jaw.

You reach out to him but he steps back, leaving you to be swallowed up by a wave of regret; “I’m just worried you aren’t bonding with Eunjoo the way you have with Iseul. I know how busy this season is for you, but I don’t want you to miss out on more. I mean, you’re leaving for tour in a few months, God knows what you’ll miss then.”

Again.

He moves past you before you can grapple for another way to make this better. Even in your hurt, you know the last two attempts were a complete fail. Speaking from your heart rather than balancing these emotions with careful thought and the way you and your Namjoon know each other.

You aren’t sure how long you’ve been burning frustration by cleaning the kitchen when you catch a glimpse of your husband in the family room. Leaning up on your tiptoes to peer over the banister, you see Namjoon kiss Iseul’s head before pressing a long kiss on Eunjoo’s cheek. He purposefully misses your gaze as you look down at his keys in hand. Caught in the breeze of his brisk walk to the front door, the sound of it closing mere seconds later makes your bones ache.

“It isn’t the first time he’s left, last time he did bring a bag with him. And I understood the first two times, we needed space. But at what point does it become hazardous to our marriage entirely?” You can’t keep yourself from alluding to it.

Even Bell sits back in slight shock, “what, like you’ll divorce?”

The words force the taste of bile into your mouth, “gosh,” a gasp escapes you as you double forward, pressing your face into your hands.

“Okay-okay,” Bell takes on a rational tone, moving closer to you, “we do not think of those, they are not acceptable. J-Joon loves you, he loves the kids, and you know that little girl is the apple of his eye - m-maybe he’s just feeling guilty.”

You sit upright, “we’ve both made mistakes, our lack of communication, but I didn’t mean to be so hostile - I just saw red,” you start to reason.

“Talk to him,” she waits for you to look at her, “that’s what you’re saying without saying it.”

If not for the urgency building inside of you to see your husband, you send Bell off with a grateful hug.

It makes you smile despite the stress surrounding you, how nervous you feel dialing your husband’s number. If not for the weighty discussion necessary to have, you think, ‘he’s been my best friend for so long but still manages to make me nervous.’

A smile reflecting the nostalgic feeling of falling in love with him dissipates the moment you hear his heavy voice, followed by a sigh you know all too well.

“Please come back.” It’s all you can manage to say, waiting with shaking breaths, it takes everything in you to keep it together.

He doesn’t hesitate to answer you this time; “I’ll be home soon.”

You burn a trail from the family room to the front door, pacing back and forth in anticipation of Namjoon’s arrival. And it’s with relief when you hear stirring at the front door. Too impatient to wait, opening the door with his hand still attached to the handle.

You take his arms in your hands and pull him to you, causing him to stumble but only to land in your arms. Every pain in your body escapes you when your chest falls flush against his, how addictive it feels the way he always seeks solace in the confines of your neck. Ticklish as you are, you don’t move him away when his warm breath casts over the sensitive skin. Much like the feeling of holding your daughter in your arms, you find safety in feeling your husband around you.

His clumsy hands cling to your sides, pulling you as close to him with desperation neither has felt before. Not even when he’s returned from tour after so many months; “I shouldn’t leave,” his words come out in haste, frenzied for you to hear them.

You pull him back to stare up at his face only to find it contorted with the pained emotions of the last few months. His eyes are clamped shut and his mouth twisted, fighting back tears.

“You are an amazing father, I know you love our daughter and there isn’t any part of you she could ever forget,” your hands cling to his cheeks, dignity sacrificed so your husband can hear the truth that pours out of you.

His head drops in your hold, taking a few breaths before he can speak; “I love my career, I love that I can live this dream but I know it has come with great cost - for you most of all. Watching after our children, mending Iseul’s wounds while I am away while caring for your own and now our daughter - I know how much you have sacrificed for me.”

It feels dramatic, falling back into each other’s hold until your breath finally evens out. Apologies whispered to each other.

Namjoon presses his lips against your shoulder, hands rubbing your back as you continue to whisper to him; “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. We will always be here Joon, we will always wait for you to come home to us.”

After sharing a bath with your husband, caring for each other, and reminding the other of the love that remains to exist, the serenity of the late evening falls over you and your quiet household.

Peeling himself from you, Namjoon leaves you to dress into your pajamas before you retreat into your room, expecting to see Namjoon waiting for you, perhaps even under the covers.

Instead, you are met with a neatly made bed, both bedside lamps still on.

Cast in a spell with the lasting traces of your husband’s love still on your skin, you figure he is tucking your children in. You move yourself into the bed. An audible sigh escapes you when you lay down after turning off the lights, allowing the hallway light to peer in through the bedroom door, setting a soft glow through out it.

The wood floors creak beneath your husband’s feet before he appears as a shadow in the doorway. You drink in his fit form before giggling at the sleeping heap in his arms, Iseul’s long legs falling limp as he snores close to Namjoon’s ear while Eunjoo lays curled into a ball on his shoulder.

He shrugs ever so slightly so as not to stir your sleeping babies awake before walking over to the bed. You hold your hands against Iseul’s back while Namjoon lays him down, keeping his strong arm around Eunjoo as he lays her next to your snoring son.

Eyes beaming and mirroring the other, you and Namjoon look at the innocence created from pure love, the two of them nestled between you and him. He’s careful to touch the soft pad of his thumb to Eunjoo’s cheek, whispering words of the poem your daughter creates inside of him. You become lost in it, holding Iseul close to you as Namjoon continues to coo at Eunjoo. His round lips find healing in pressing soft kisses to her cheek, rubbing the very tip of his nose to her skin.

Finally, when the pair of you lay your heads down, you catch his languorous stare. Even with space apart, his gaze creates a warmth over you, the kind only you can feel.

He reaches across Eunjoo and Iseul to find a resting place for his hand; you melt against his caress. His eyes never lose you as he strokes your cheek, running his fingers back into your hair as far as he can. You wrap your hand around his wrist, every graze of his hand is the cause of your pleasant descent.

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show me how (m)

pairing: idol!kim namjoon x audio engineer!reader

wc: 9,971 words

genre: idol au / fluff, angst, eventual smut

summary: During your tenure at Hybe, you meet Namjoon through mutual colleagues. Your work together leads to an unexpected development of feelings. What happens when a professional relationship turns into something more?

note: hi :) this began as a drabble, but my finger slipped and now there are almost 10k words. there will most likely be multiple parts to this. i had so much fun writing too 🥺 i know nothing about audio engineering & i don’t know why i chose that out of all possible jobs LOL but please let me know your thoughts, even if it is on anon ♡ (this is so scary but i hope u like it ok ily bye)

part two

The idea that you could ever like him had always seemed so ludicrous to you, almost laughable. After all, he was someone you’d known for years, someone who had always been there but never more than that. You’d never thought of him as anything else, never even entertained the idea that there could be something more between you two.

Your days at Hybe were always busy, but rewarding. The best part about working for the company was the level of creativity and collaboration that was encouraged. You were never just a technician working behind the scenes; you were a valued member of the creative team. Having the opportunity to work with some of the most talented artists and producers in the industry was surreal, and your input and ideas were always welcomed and appreciated.

As an audio engineer, the quality became before anything else. Your job would involve overseeing the technical aspects of recording and mixing music, as well as ensuring that the final product met the highest standards of quality. Having a keen ear for sound is important. The artists and producers are counting on you to capture the exact sound they are looking for. This might involve experimenting with different microphones and placements, as well as adjusting levels and effects during the mixing process. When you weren't in the studio, you would be attending meetings, collaborating with other departments, and attending shows and concerts.

One of the most rewarding aspects of your job by far was seeing the finished product come to life. Hearing the track on the radio or on streaming platforms, knowing that you played a part in its creation— it was a feeling of satisfaction that never got old.

....

You've been hearing rumors from some of the other engineers at Hybe that Namjoon was working on a solo project. You tried not to let your curiosity get the better of you, but it was hard not to wonder what he was up to. You had never really spoken to him about it, let alone worked on it. So when he came looking for you one day, you were surprised and nervous at the unexpected visit.

You were in the middle of an editing session, headphones on and eyes glued to the computer screen, when you heard the door open and turned your head to see Namjoon walk in. He glances around the room, eyes searching, before they finally land on you. For a moment, he seemed to freeze, his usually confident demeanor faltering slightly as he took in your presence.

His hair was styled messily, and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He had a faint hint of stubble on his jawline, giving him a slightly rugged, more mature look that you found unexpectedly attractive. He closes the door softly behind him and approaches you with a slightly hesitant step, his eyes flickering nervously to the ground before he raises them to meet your gaze.

"Hey," he says softly, offering you a small smile. "I, uh, hope I'm not interrupting anything important," he utters, gesturing towards your computer monitor.

You quickly hit pause on the audio track and take off your headphones, spinning around on your chair to face him. "No, not at all. What brings you here?"

His eyes dart nervously around the vacant studio before settling back on you. "Do you have a minute?"

"Of course," you say, motioning for him to take a seat in one of the chairs next to you.

Namjoon sits across from you, his tall frame leaning forward slightly in his seat. Your breath hitches when his features come into focus by the soft glow of the studio's dimmed lights. Namjoon was handsome—there was no denying that. His face was sharp and defined, and his full lips were slightly upturned in a small smile. But it was his eyes that drew your attention—Namjoon's eyes were unlike anything you had ever seen before. You had heard them referred to as "dragon eyes," and it was easy to see why. His regard was intense and unyielding. Why was it so fucking hard to look away?

He momentarily glances at the notes that were scattered on your desk, his eyes flitting before fixing on you, as if trying to find the right words. You wait patiently, wondering what could be on his mind.

"I've been working on a solo project," he finally begins, his eyes never leaving yours. "And I was wondering if you would be interested in helping me with it." As he spoke, his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips, his attention focused entirely on you. His long, slender fingers drummed absently against the armrest of his chair.

You felt your pulse quicken, like the beat of a hummingbird's wings, as the gravity of what he was proposing sank in. Namjoon's artistry was truly something to behold. His talent was undeniable—it was practically intimidating. He would approach every project with a level of intensity and passion that was dizzying. He was also always open to feedback and criticism, which is rare when you are working with an artist of his caliber.

Yes. Fuck, yes. Is that even a question?

Your mind races as you try to process this. You had worked with him on many projects before, but always as part of a team. This would be the first time that you would be working with him one-on-one, on something that he had created entirely on his own.

"I'd love to," you say without hesitation.

"Really?" he sputters, looking surprised. "I didn't want to assume that you'd be available, but I was really hoping you'd say yes."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks. "Of course," you assure. "I'm finishing up a collaboration with someone else, but my schedule will be clear next week. Is that okay?"

"Next week works for me," he replies, relief evident in his voice. A sudden silence falls between you, but his eyes remain on your face as if trying to read your expression. You feel your face grow hot and you briefly look away, shifting awkwardly in your seat.

"Thank you," you break the silence, letting out a small breath. "For thinking of me, I mean," you blurt, feeling a warmth sweep across your face. Why is this so fucking awkward? Why are you so damn awkward?

Namjoon chuckles softly. "You don't have to be so formal with me, you know," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. "We've worked together before, and I consider you a friend." You blink at him before letting out a nervous laugh, feeling a little embarrassed by your previous formality. Kim Namjoon considers you as a friend? This was new. "Sorry," you mumble, "I guess I just... want to make sure I'm showing proper respect."

He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "You always do," he affirms. "Next week it is, then," he adds with a grin. "I'll send you the details and we can meet again on Monday to work on specifics."

You nod in response, feeling a flutter in your chest.

As he stands up to leave, his tall figure towering over you, his eyes seem to linger on you for a moment longer than usual. It was almost as if he wanted to say something else, but he tears his eyes away and clears his throat, swiveling the chair back into place and politely excusing himself. With that, he gives you a small wave before stepping out of the room. You couldn't help but notice the way his broad shoulders filled out his hoodie and the way his pants clung to his muscular thighs. You swallow thickly, feeling a wave of heat creeping up your neck as you watch him walk away.

...

At first, your involvement with Namjoon was strictly professional, and working with him was just another part of your job. You greatly admired him as an artist, of course, but beyond that? There wasn't much thought put into your interactions with him. You and Namjoon had worked together on various projects before, but it was always in a group setting or with other engineers present.

As the demand for the project he was working on began to rise, the more hours you had to dedicate to holing yourself in the studio with him. As you worked together, you also found yourself becoming more comfortable around him. You would tease him playfully, and he would reciprocate, bantering back with a grin. You also began to notice him more frequently. You would catch yourself staring at him during meetings, watching the way he spoke and moved with a sense of grace and confidence. Namjoon had a way of commanding attention, not just with his talent but with his presence. When you weren't working together, you would find excuses to walk past his studio or linger near him at the water cooler, hoping for a chance to strike up a conversation...

"—You've got it bad for Namjoon, don't you?"

You snap your head to see your colleague, Eunji, standing in the doorway, a sly smirk on her face. Feeling your face heat up, you quickly look away. "What are you talking about?" you grumble, trying to play it off, but you know she's onto you.

"Oh please," she scoffs, stepping into the room and taking a seat next to you. "I see the way you look at him. It's like you're about to jump him right here in the studio."

You had thought you were being subtle, but apparently not.

You huff a frustrated breath. "It's not like that," you say, knowing full well that you're lying.

Eunji raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Really? Because it seems like it's exactly like that." She leans back in her chair, looking thoughtful.

You groan, realizing that there's no escaping this conversation and feeling the weight of your crush on Namjoon weighing down on you. "Okay, fine," you admit. "Maybe I do have feelings for him. But it's not like anything can ever happen between us."

"Why not?"

"Because he's Namjoon," you say, as if that explains everything. "He's successful, talented, and way out of my league. Plus, we work together. Not only is it not allowed, but it would just be too complicated."

Eunji rolls her eyes. "You're selling yourself short," she says. "And who knows? Maybe he likes you back."

You scoff. "Yeah, right."

Eunji shrugs. "You never know until you try. But let me give you some advice: either tell him how you feel or move on. This pining from afar thing is only going to hurt you in the end."

****

Initially, it had started with his work ethic. Namjoon was always pushing himself to be better, spending countless hours in the studio and constantly pushing the limits of his creativity. You found yourself admiring his dedication and drive, and it made you want to work just as hard as he did.

Then there was his intelligence. Namjoon was not only a talented musician, but he was also well-read and incredibly well-spoken. During studio sessions you would often find yourself in discussions with him about everything from music theory to philosophy, and his insights always left you feeling motivated. And then there was his humor...

"You know what they say about people who are good at music theory, right?"

"No, what do they say?"

"They say they have a great sense of rhythm..."

Then you began to notice little things about Namjoon that you hadn't before. You noticed the small mole below his lip and how his dimples became more prominent when he laughed. Fuck. You also started to notice his quirks and preferences, such as his love for iced americanos and his tendency to wear oversized hoodies in the studio.

And right now, as you gaze at him, as you watch his lips curl up into its usual sweet smile and his eyes light up, you can feel your heartbeat quickening, your breath catching in your throat. Oh, you think, the thought fleeting but enough to make you swallow, thickly, as the realization dawns upon you. So maybe I do like him.

Pretty soon you became more attuned to his moods and emotions, and you started to develop a deeper understanding of him as a person. It's a strange feeling, and quite frankly very ridiculous, to be so invested in someone who you can never really have.

You've tried to push the thought away. It's just a passing fancy, a crush that will soon fade away—but it’s no use. The more you try to ignore it, the stronger it becomes. You memorized every little thing about him, the way he laughs, the way he speaks, the way he looks at you with those warm eyes.

It’s not just the way Namjoon looks, though. It’s the way he makes you feel, too. When you’re with him, you feel like you can be yourself, like you don’t have to put up any walls or pretend to be someone you’re not. He listens to you, really listens, and he understands you in a way that no one else ever has.

You start to ponder if he feels the same way, if he’s ever thought of you in that way. You try to read his expressions, his body language, for any hint of attraction, but it’s impossible to tell. No. He’s always been so friendly, so kind, that it’s hard to know if there’s anything more beneath the surface.

But it somehow seemed like he was doing the same thing.

You would catch him watching you out of the corner of his eye, his gaze lingering on you just a little longer than it needed to. Gradually and unexpectedly, he began with small gestures of kindness, like when he would offer to get you coffee on his way in or make sure you had a seat in the studio during long sessions. He complimented your work, shared personal stories with you, and made a point of seeking you out during breaks in the recording sessions. Sometimes when you were working on other projects, he would drop by the audio booth to chat with you about the sound mixing or to offer suggestions for the songs. You found yourself enjoying these moments of casual conversation, but you couldn't help but feel like they were inappropriate. You felt like you were walking a tightrope, trying to balance your attraction to him with the professional boundaries that you know you needed to maintain.

It was like a dance, a delicate game of give and take. You would take a step forward, and he would take a step back. He would take a step forward, and you would take a step back.

But the risk was still there, looming over your head like a dark cloud. It was a dangerous game, and you knew it. You couldn't risk losing your job, and you certainly didn't want to be the cause of a scandal that could potentially harm the group's reputation. But every time you saw him, your resolve weakened, and you found yourself wanting more.

Despite the tension, however, neither of you made a move. The unspoken attraction remained just that - unspoken.

...

Jealousy is an emotion that can be difficult to control, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. For you, it was a feeling that had been building over time, a green-eyed monster that grew and flourished inside of you. What began as a tiny spark eventually ignited into a blazing emerald green fire within—stoking a bigger flame that became stronger and angrier with every passing day. At first, you had tried to brush it off as nothing more than a passing phase, a reaction to spending so much time with Namjoon in the studio. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, you knew that it was more than that. You were in love with him.

The jealousy was the worst part. It was there every time you saw Namjoon talking to another female colleague, or when you heard him laughing with someone else in the studio. Has it really come to this? How did you let this happen? You had always prided yourself on being a level-headed, rational person, someone who didn't let their emotions get the best of them. You knew it was irrational, but you couldn't help the way you felt. The gulf between you was too wide to ever be bridged, and you knew that you would have to learn to live with the ache in your chest. It was constant, a reminder of something you could never have.

And as soon as you felt like you would snap and let the green blaze set aflame to destroy everything in its path, Namjoon was there to extinguish the fire.

It was during a session when the sun had set hours ago, and now the only light came from the dim glow of the computer screens. You and Namjoon were the only ones left in the studio, both sitting in silence, staring at the screen with furrowed brows, trying to come up with a solution for the song you had been working on for days. You had both hit a wall. You rubbed your eyes and let out a sigh, feeling aggravated and exhausted. Frustration was mounting, and neither of you seemed to be getting anywhere.

Finally, Namjoon stood up abruptly, startling you out of your daze. "We need a break," he declares firmly. "We're not getting anywhere like this."

You nod in agreement, feeling relieved to be able to step away from the project for a moment. He motions for you to follow him as he leads you out of his studio and into the elevator. You watch with bleary eyes as the numbers climb up. When the elevator doors open, you both step out, Namjoon leading you down a hallway and through a door marked "Roof Access." You follow him up a set of stairs, your curiosity piqued. As you step onto the rooftop, you were surprised to find that the air was cooler than you had expected. You shiver slightly as a gust of wind sweeps past, causing your hair to whip around your face. Your eyes widen, taking in the scene before you. The hustle and bustle of Seoul seemed so distant from this vantage point. You had worked at Hybe for years now, yet never knew this was up here. The space was expansive, with a stunning view of the city skyline. But it wasn't just the view that took your breath away; it was the garden itself.

It was a sprawling oasis, with paths winding through meticulously tended beds of flowers and plants. Everywhere you looked, there was something new to discover.

Namjoon is standing next to you, grinning at your awed expression and looking pleased with your reaction. "I knew you'd like it," he says softly, a fond smile spreading across his face.

As you continue walking, you come across a small seating area nestled in a corner of the garden. It was situated in a particularly secluded part of the garden, surrounded by tall hedges and flowering vines that provided a natural canopy overhead. Soft cushions were arranged on low wooden benches, and lanterns hung from the branches of nearby trees, casting a warm, inviting glow. Namjoon pats the space in front of him for you to join him, and you sink down in one of the cozy nooks, a fluffy cushion supporting your back. Namjoon takes a seat across from you, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He leans back against the cushions, his eyes closed as he takes a deep breath of the fresh air. You watch him for a moment, admiring the way his face is illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead. You turn your gaze back to the garden, letting your eyes roam over the intricate details.

"I had no idea this was up here," you breathed, still in awe of the beauty around you. "It's incredible."

"I'm glad you like it," he says, opening his eyes and smiling softly. "I come up here to think sometimes. No one else knows about it. It's peaceful, and it helps me clear my mind."

It felt as though this moment was meant for you, as if the universe conspired to bring you to this beautiful space to soothe your mind, body, and soul.

As you look up at the night sky, you notice a few stars peeking through the clouds. The moon was full and round, casting a soft gleam over the garden. It was like a painting had come to life, with every detail meticulously crafted by a master artist. The moonlight made the leaves on the plants seem almost silver, and there was a faint glimmer of dewdrops on the blades of grass. You realize how long it's been since you've taken the time to look up at the sky and appreciate the beauty of the universe. The city can be so hectic, and it was so easy to get caught up in the routine of everyday life.

There's a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Namjoon speaks up.

"So, how are you doing?" he asks, his voice gentle.

There's a beat before you respond.

"I'm okay," you reply, "just a little... overwhelmed with everything going on."

Namjoon leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He nods, understanding etched on his face. "I know how you feel," he says, "It's been a lot lately."

You glance at him, taking in his features. His eyes are warm and understanding, and you can see the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. You nod in agreement. "Yeah, it has," you reply softly.

He tilts his head, warm eyes looking at you with concern. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asks, his voice sincere.

You pause, feeling touched by his offer. "Honestly, just talking to you like this is already helping," you admit, "It's nice to have someone to talk to who understands."

Namjoon gives you a small smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm always here to listen," he says, "You don't have to go through anything alone."

A lump forms in your throat at his words. "Thank you, Namjoon," you say, your voice soft, "That means a lot."

He nods, his gaze never leaving yours.

You both sit in silence for a few moments. The sounds of the city below seem distant, almost muted by the lush greenery surrounding you.

"Sometimes I wish I could be more like you," Namjoon says suddenly, breaking the silence. "You're always so calm and collected, even in the midst of chaos. I don't know how you do it."

Your eyes widen. "Me? Calm and collected?" you laugh. "I'm usually a mess on the inside."

Namjoon shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Not from what I've seen. You always seem to know exactly what to do, how to handle a situation. I admire that about you."

As he speaks, you find yourself drawn to his lips, wondering what it would feel like to have them pressed against your own.

Namjoon's eyes flicker with amusement as you catch yourself staring, and you feel a flush of embarrassment wash over you. You quickly avert your gaze and clear your throat, trying to regain your composure. Namjoon chuckles softly, but his expression remains gentle and understanding.

"Thank you," you reply softly, a warmth spreading across your cheeks. "That means a lot coming from you."

Namjoon nods, his eyes still fixed on you. "Anytime," he says, "I'm always here for you..."

"And you're going to be okay," he adds. You believe him.

You feel your heart flutter at his words, but you push the feeling aside. "So," you say, changing the subject, "what do you want to do now? We can go back to the studio if you want."

Namjoon shakes his head. "No," he says, "let's stay up here for a little longer. I want to enjoy this moment with you."

You feel your cheeks flush at his words, and you turn away slightly to hide the smile on your face. Dammit. "Okay," you say, "I'm happy to stay here as long as you want."

...

When Friday finally rolls around, plans for the company to go out for drinks and dinner are set in place after a long week of work. You had initially decided against it, feeling exhausted from the week's workload and wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with a good book and some take-out.

You were in the middle of packing up your things when Eunji approaches you. She strolls over to your desk with a sly grin on her face. "Hey, you're coming out with us tonight, right?"

You look up at her and shake your head, "I'm pretty tired, and I was actually looking forward to a quiet night in."

Eunji rolls her eyes, clearly not buying your excuse. "Please, don't give me that. We all need to let loose sometimes, and it'll be good for you to get out of your head for a while."

You sigh in defeat, knowing that she wouldn't give up easily. "I don't know, Eunji. I really just feel like staying in tonight."

Eunji's expression changes, her eyes lighting up mischievously. "Oh, come on. You know who else is going to be there, right?"

You raise an eyebrow, "Who?"

"Namjoon," Eunji says, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leans in conspiratorially.

Your heart skips a beat. Namjoon was going to be there?

Eunji must have seen the change in your expression because she grins triumphantly. "See? I knew that would get you. So, are you coming or what?"

You bite your lip, feeling torn. She had a point. You didn't really have any other plans for the night, and it might be nice to blow off some steam after a long week at work. And the fact that Namjoon would be there was definitely a bonus. As much as you try to convince yourself that you can't go out because of other obligations, the real reason is that you're afraid of letting your feelings show.

"I... okay, fine," you say, finally giving in. "I'll come. But just for a little while."

...

You step out of the cab and make your way to the restaurant entrance. It's a trendy place with dim lighting and a sleek, modern design. As you approach the entrance, you see that it's been rented out for the Hybe staff, with a sign by the door welcoming them and directing them to the private room. The walls are adorned with abstract paintings, and a soft jazz tune plays in the background.

You opted for a simple black dress that clung to your curves in all the right places, showing off your figure in a subtle and elegant way. It was a simple design, with a slightly off-the-shoulder neckline that accentuated your collarbones and a knee-length hem that allowed you to move comfortably. The fabric was a soft, matte black that caught the light in a way that made it look almost velvety, adding a touch of glamour to the understated design. You paired the dress with a sleek pair of black patent leather pumps with a pointed toe, adding a slight height to your frame. They were comfortable enough to walk in for a while, but you knew you would kick them off under the table as soon as you had the chance. It's a little more daring than what you usually wear to work, but you had decided to step out of your comfort zone tonight, to try to make an impression.

You looked good. Damn good. And for a moment, you feel a surge of confidence that you haven't felt in a long time.

As you made your way through the crowd, you spot other familiar faces - some of the engineers you had worked with in the past, as well as a few of the artists and producers. Everyone seemed to be in high spirits, laughing and chatting as they mingled.

The restaurant was a perfect setting for the occasion - stylish and sophisticated, with a warm and inviting atmosphere. The air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of delicious food, and you could see an array of traditional Korean dishes, each one more tempting than the last.

The bar was located in the center of the room, with a bartender expertly mixing up cocktails and pouring glasses of wine and beer. The clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation filled the air, creating a lively and convivial atmosphere.

You scan the room, taking in the familiar faces of your Hybe colleagues. There was Eunji, chatting animatedly with Youngjae, one of the choreographers, at one of the tables, and over in the corner, you spotted Jungkook and Taehyung engaged in a heated game of rock-paper-scissors.

Eunji notices you approaching and grins widely. "Hey, you made it!" she exclaims, standing up to give you a hug. "And you look great! I see you decided to grace us with your presence after all."

You roll your eyes playfully, taking a seat in front of her. "Yeah, yeah. I couldn't resist the allure of free food and drinks."

Eunji chuckled, pouring you a glass of red wine. "Good choice. The wine here is top notch."

As soon as you down your first glass, you catch sight of Namjoon entering the restaurant. Your heart rate picks up at the sight of him, looking effortlessly sexy in a black turtleneck paired with black slacks. The fabric clung to his toned arms and his broad shoulders filled out the material of his top perfectly.

Your eyes trail down to his toned legs, which seemed to go on forever. You were practically salivating at the sight of him, unable to tear your gaze away. His presence always had that effect on you. His hair was styled in its usual fashion, the sleek black strands falling across his forehead and framing his sharp features perfectly. He greeted everyone with a warm smile and a friendly hello, making your heart skip a beat. How effortless he made it look— being so charming and personable with everyone he met. He looked so good that it almost hurt to look at him. The sight of him was enough to make your mind race with all sorts of lewd thoughts; your hands over his body, feeling every curve and muscle.

Your mind started to wander as you imagined all the things you wanted to do, the way his body would feel against yours, the way his hands would grip your waist. You felt your body flush with desire as you imagine him undressing you, his lips moving down your neck as he explores every inch of your body—

It's only when Eunji nudges you under the table that you realize you've been staring at him for a little too long.

You jump, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. "What?" you say, trying to act nonchalant.

Eunji smirks at you. "I said, are you going to order another drink or what? You've been staring off into space for like, five minutes."

You could feel your heart rate quicken as he drew closer, your eyes glued to him like a moth to a flame.

You quickly compose yourself, grateful for the distraction. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. I'll take another glass of red wine."

And then, as if fate had other plans, Namjoon reaches your side of the table and takes a seat right next to you. You catch a whiff of his scent—a mix of something spicy and musky, with a hint of something sweet. It was a scent that made your heart race and your senses come alive.

"Hey," Namjoon says, turning to you with a small smile, his eyes softening as he meets your gaze. You shoot him a tight smile back, trying to play it cool even though you were practically screaming inside.

"Hi," you manage to squeak out, feeling a flush creep up your neck.

"How was your day?" he asks, placing an elbow on the table and leaning in slightly.

"It was fine," you reply, trying to keep your composure. "How was yours?" He nods, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

"It was busy, but good," he says, taking a sip of his drink.

Namjoon's attention was quickly drawn away as someone calls his name from across the table. He turns to greet them, his attention fully focused on the conversation. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

Eunji clears her throat, shooting you a knowing look. "Let's go get refills," she says as she stands, grabbing your arm to pull you to your feet and away from the table.

You follow her to the bar, where the bartender greets you both with a smile. Eunji orders two more drinks, and you watch as he expertly mixes them up. There's a silence between you before Eunji turns to you, her expression softening.

"What's on your mind?" she asks, her tone gentle and concerned.

You take a deep breath and let out a sigh. "I don't know how I can continue working at Hybe like this," you confess. "The no-dating rule makes it impossible to have any kind of relationship with Namjoon. And I can't keep pining for him either, it's only going to end up hurting more."

Eunji nods in understanding, "I know it's hard, but you can't keep torturing yourself like this. You need to find a way to move on, whether it's by distancing yourself from him or finding someone else."

She squeezes your arm reassuringly. "Focus on your work," she continues. "And try to keep your feelings in check. If something is meant to happen between you and Namjoon, it will happen. But for now, you need to focus on your career and not let your feelings get in the way. You've worked too hard to throw this all away."

But still, it was too fucking hard. It was hard to just ignore your feelings for him. Namjoon was everything you would ever want in a partner; and yet, he seemed so out of reach. And the more time you spent working with him, the more your feelings grew.

The bartender hands you both your drinks. You thank him and take a sip, feeling the alcohol warm your throat. "I just don't know how to turn off these feelings," you admit. "And it doesn't help that I have to see him everyday. It's like a constant reminder."

Eunji smiles knowingly. "Believe me, I understand. But you have to think about your future, too. What if you end up getting caught? You could lose your job and your reputation could be ruined. And as for Namjoon, he could face major backlash from his fans and the media. It's not just about you two, it's about the entire company and its image."

But how could you move on when he was everywhere you turned? He was in your thoughts, your dreams, your every waking moment. It was like he had taken up residence in your mind and refused to leave.

You shake your head, feeling dejected. "I don't even know why I'm stressing about this when he doesn't even see me in that way, anyway. He could have anyone he wants. He would never be interested in someone like me."

Eunji rolls her eyes, exasperated. "You're underestimating yourself," she says firmly. "Namjoon is a human being, not some untouchable idol god." You raise an eyebrow, skeptical.

She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're blind, you know that?" she said. "Namjoon's been into you for ages."

You can feel your heart fluttering at her words, but you're still hesitant. "What? How do you know that?"

"Trust me," Eunji replies with a shrug. "I've seen the way he looks at you when you're not looking. And the way he's always going out of his way to help you out, even when he's busy. And don't even get me started on the way he talks about you to other people. There's no way it's just professional admiration. He's totally smitten."

You can't help but let out a small chuckle at Eunji's words. "I don't know, it just seems like wishful thinking," you reply, taking a sip of your drink.

Eunji rolls her eyes. "You guys are both such oblivious idiots," she mutters under her breath. "It's so obvious that you're both in love with each other, it's actually fucking painful to watch... Like watching a really slow train wreck in progress." She takes a sip of her drink before continuing.

"You know, sometimes I feel like banging your heads together and forcing you to admit your feelings for each other. But then again, maybe you both deserve to suffer a little for being so oblivious."

You let out a loud laugh that rings out in the restaurant which makes several people turn to look at you. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to muffle the sound. Eunji chuckles along with you, a smug look on her face.

"But rules are meant to be broken, right?" she says with a grin. "Just relax and have fun. You're a catch, too, you know? Don't forget that. And if all else fails, just remember that he's just a dude. A really hot dude, but still just a dude."

...

As you and Eunji make your way back to the table, you see that everyone has finished their drinks and is now perusing the menu.

Everyone at the table is talking amongst themselves, the conversation flowing effortlessly, with everyone chiming in and sharing their thoughts and anecdotes. As you take another sip of your drink, you feel Namjoon's gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. When you turn your head, you catch him scanning your figure, his eyes tracing the contours of your black dress before meeting your gaze. He leans over to you and lowers his voice slightly. "You look stunning tonight," he says, his voice velvety smooth. "Black suits you well."

And if your brain could have short-circuited right there, it would have.

You shift in your seat as you fidget with the hem of your black dress. "Thanks," you reply shyly, avoiding direct eye contact. "I'm glad you like it." Your hands find purchase on the silverware in front of you, the chopsticks and spoons becoming a source of distraction as you twiddle them nervously. You could not find it within you to act normal, could you?

Namjoon chuckles softly, his eyes scanning the menu before turning to you again. "So, what are you thinking of ordering? I was thinking we could split something," he suggests.

You look up at him and nod, feeling a rush of warmth at his invitation. "Sure, that sounds great," you reply, your heart doing somersaults.

"—So I see you're working with Namjoon. The lucky guy gets to have your skills all to himself, huh?"

You tear your gaze away to see Youngjae, snickering before he gives you a playful wink and a smile. He takes his seat in front of Namjoon.

You've had several brief encounters with Youngjae while working at Hybe, usually when you catch him choreographing a new routine or teaching dance moves to the artists. You've noticed that he has a keen eye for detail and is always striving for perfection, which has earned him the respect and admiration from everyone within the company. From what you've seen, he always carries himself with an air of ease, but there's a sharpness in his gaze that suggests he's always paying attention to everything around him. Despite his friendly nature, there was always an air of professionalism around him. You had never seen him get flustered or lose his cool, even during high-pressure situations like last-minute rehearsals or live performances. You always remember him by how his clothes are always well-tailored, giving him a sleek and polished appearance.

"Oh, come on, Youngjae. Don't get jealous now. You know you're my favorite choreographer," you pretend to protest, chuckling as you tease each other.

Namjoon, who is still sitting right next to you, watches the exchange with a tight expression. He remains silent, but his eyes seem to be fixed on the conversation. At one point, Youngjae breaks into a playful imitation of one of the dance routines he's been working on, earning laughs from both you and Eunji.

"And speaking of music, did you know Youngjae here is not only a choreographer but also an amazing vocalist?" Eunji chimes in, nudging Youngjae playfully. He shakes his head, scratching his head bashfully.

Youngjae chuckles, looking slightly embarrassed by Eunji's praise. "Ah, come on Eunji, don't embarrass me like that," he says, but his eyes are twinkling with amusement. "I do like to sing in my free time, though. Maybe we can all go karaoke together sometime."

You smile at the suggestion. "That sounds like fun," you reply, nodding your head. "I love singing, even though I'm not very good at it."

Namjoon shifts in his seat, and you glance over at him, noticing a small frown on his face.

"Ah, I'm sure you're better than you think," Youngjae says, his voice light and encouraging. "It's all about having fun, right?"

Namjoon clears his throat, drawing your attention back to him. "Count me in too," he interjects, his tone casual but his eyes darting between you and Youngjae. "I'm always down for some karaoke."

Oh?

Eunji, who has been quietly enjoying the interaction, chimes in with a smile. "Well, I can also confirm that the music that these two are creating together is incredible. Namjoon, you've got a gem of an audio engineer here."

Namjoon nods, his expression softening as he looks at you. "Yeah, she's the best."

...

Eventually, the food arrives, and the group starts to dig in. The table is a sight to behold, adorned with an array of colorful Korean dishes. Plates of succulent bulgogi, marinated in a sweet and savory sauce, sizzle on a hot plate in the center of your side of the table. Alongside the bulgogi are plates of kimchi, perilla leaves, pickled vegetables, steamed dumplings, and several bowls of steaming hot rice. The dishes are beautifully presented, showcasing the rich flavors and vibrant colors. The plates and bowls are arranged neatly in the middle of the table, with everyone eagerly reaching for their favorite dishes. The clinking of chopsticks and spoons against the plates fills the air, accompanied by satisfied murmurs and occasional exclamations of delight at the taste of the food.

You and Namjoon share the galbi jjim, taking turns spooning it onto each other's plates and picking out the best pieces and sharing them with each other, the intimacy of the moment not lost on either of you.

Your attention was immediately drawn to the plate of fresh perilla leaves. You reach for your chopsticks, eager to grab a leaf and peel it from the stack. You hold the chopsticks with a firm grip, positioning them carefully on top of the stack of perilla leaves. However, you soon realize that it's not as easy as it looks. The leaves are delicate, and your chopsticks keep slipping, causing the leaves to tear or crumple. You reach for the perilla leaf again, attempting to peel one before failing again. This was so annoying.

You're so engrossed in your efforts that you don't notice Youngjae reaching out with his own chopsticks to help you. Namjoon's sharp eyes catch Youngjae's movements and before he can make his move, Namjoon's hand comes into view, skillfully peeling off a perilla leaf from the stack with his chopsticks, and placing it on your plate with a small smile, all in one fluid motion.

You murmur a quick "thanks", noticing a subtle change in Namjoon's demeanor - a fleeting moment of jealousy. It's almost imperceptible, but you catch the slight tightening of his jaw and the way his eyes flicker towards Youngjae before quickly refocusing on his own plate. You steal a glance at Youngjae, who looks slightly taken aback by Namjoon's swift intervention.

Youngjae clears his throat, breaking the tension in the air. "So, how's the galbi jjim? It's one of my favorites here," he asks, reaching for his own chopsticks and shoveling some rice into his mouth.

"It's amazing," you praise, relieved to have a change in topic. "I've never had galbi jjim this good before."

Namjoon nods in agreement, but his eyes remain fixed on his plate. Seeing him like this was out of the ordinary. He was clearly bothered by something and has grown quiet, his demeanor replaced by a pensive expression.

He doesn’t say a word to you for the rest of the meal.

…

As the night draws to a close, the atmosphere shifts. The conversation starts to wind down, and everyone begins to say their goodbyes. Eunji excuses herself first, mentioning an early morning meeting the next day. She hugs you and Namjoon warmly before bidding farewell to Youngjae and making her way out of the restaurant.

Youngjae, ever the cheerful and outgoing one, exchanges hugs and handshakes with everyone, including Namjoon. He teasingly gives Namjoon a pat on the back, whispering something in his ear that makes Namjoon chuckle nervously, but you don't quite catch the words.

Youngjae bids you goodbye with a warm hug followed by a wink and a smile, as he makes his way towards the exit.

You and Namjoon sit beside each other in silence for a moment, the weight of unspoken emotions heavy between you. The lingering tension has cast a shadow over the end of the night, and you can sense Namjoon's unease.

Namjoon clears his throat before breaking the silence. "I should get going," he mumbles as he pushes his chair back, avoiding your gaze. He stands up, and you follow suit.

As you stand there, face to face, you take a step towards him, your hand instinctively reaching out to touch his arm, to bridge the distance that has suddenly sprung up between you. But before your fingers can make contact, before you can even say anything, he takes a step back. His usually warm and expressive eyes are now guarded, his shoulders hunched, and his lips pressed into a tight line. He hesitates for a moment, as if grappling with his own emotions, his eyes flickering with indecision. You hold your breath, waiting for him to speak, to offer some explanation, some reassurance. But all he manages is a curt nod and a faint, muttered "I'll see you at work," before turning to leave. You simply nod, unable to find the right words, and watch as his familiar figure retreats and disappears from your sight.

What the fuck.

You're left standing there, unable to find the right words, unable to comprehend what the hell just happened, your hand still suspended in the air where Namjoon's arm used to be. You're caught off guard by the stark contrast between the warm, caring Namjoon you used to know and the distant, guarded version that was just in front of you.

You replay the events of the night in your mind, trying to make sense of it all. You recall how he seemed tense and closed off after seeing you banter with Youngjae. You remember the subtle changes in his demeanor, the way he seemed distant and aloof, as if putting up walls to keep you at bay.

Questions begin to race through your mind. Did you do something wrong? Did you unknowingly hurt him? Was it jealousy that caused him to withdraw from you? Eunji's earlier comments begin to echo in your mind.

"Namjoon's been into you for ages."

You're desperate for answers, but the more you think about it, the more confused you become. It all feels like a puzzle with missing pieces, and you're left trying to fill in the gaps, searching for answers that elude you.

You head towards the exit alone, saying your goodbyes to other colleagues on the way out. You make your way out of the restaurant, heels clicking against the cool marble floor when the cold air hits you, jolting you back to reality. You pull your coat tighter around you, trying to ward off the chill that has crept into your bones. The night feels lonelier now, as if a part of you has been left behind in that restaurant, trapped in that moment.

You let out a sigh and shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts and emotions that are swirling around inside you. Work will be waiting for you tomorrow. You need to stay focused.

You lean against a nearby building, your phone in your hand, the Uber app open and ready. The blue car icon bounces around on the map, indicating that your ride is only a few minutes away. You let out a sigh, checking your watch and realizing that the late hour has made you impatient.

As you scan the crowd of passersby, your eyes come to rest on a couple standing next to you on the sidewalk. The woman is wearing a bright red coat that contrasts beautifully against the dark night sky, and her long, curly hair cascades down her back. The man is tall and broad-shouldered, with short-cropped hair and a worn leather jacket. You watch as a cab pulls up to the curb next to them. The man opens the door for his girlfriend, helping her into the cab with a gentle hand on her back. As they settle into the back seat, the man leans in for a quick kiss, their lips meeting in a soft, tender embrace.

You scoff at yourself, feeling a little intrusive for staring. What was it like to be in a relationship where you didn't have to worry about hidden agendas or unspoken feelings? No. You're happy with your life the way it is. You wouldn't trade your independence for anything. You have your career, your friends, and your freedom. Love will come when it's meant to.

You are interrupted from your reverie when your phone buzzes, signaling the arrival of your Uber ride.

The familiar route to your apartment seems to pass by in a blur, and before you know it, you're standing in front of your building. You thank the driver and step out, your keys clutched tightly in your hand as you make your way towards the entrance. The emptiness of the hallway seems to echo your own emotions, and you're acutely aware of the heaviness in your chest.

You unlock the door and step into your apartment, closing the door behind you. Dropping your keys on the entryway table, you make your way towards your bedroom to get ready for bed. As you enter your bedroom, you let out a deep sigh, feeling emotionally drained from the events of the evening. You peel off your clothes, wash your face and brush your teeth mechanically, not even registering the familiar routine.

You slip under the covers and turn off the lights, but sleep seems elusive. You toss and turn, feeling a rush of anxiety as you remember that you have to be at the studio early the next day to continue working with Namjoon. Hours pass, and before you know it, it's already the early hours of the morning. At some point, exhaustion catches up with you, and you drift off into a deep sleep—only to be jolted awake by the sound of your alarm blaring. You groggily reach over to hit the snooze button, but your hand slips, and you end up accidentally turning off the alarm instead. You blink at the time on your clock, and your eyes widen in panic. You overslept.

Shit.

You bolt upright in bed, your heart racing as you realize the gravity of the situation. "Fuck," you mutter under your breath. You're already an hour behind schedule, and Namjoon is probably already at the studio waiting for you.

You quickly throw off the covers and swing your legs over the edge of the bed to stand up, feeling the remnants of sleep clinging to your groggy mind. You stumble towards the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water in an attempt to wake yourself up. You hastily brush your teeth and quickly throw on some clothes, barely sparing a glance at your appearance in the mirror. The whole way to the studio, you're in a constant state of stress, mentally calculating how much time you've lost and how you'll make up for it. Time seems to be moving in slow motion as you check your phone repeatedly to see the time ticking away. Out of all the days, it had to be today, on a Saturday, when you were scheduled to work with him. You can't believe your luck, or rather, the lack of it.

During the ride to the studio, you check your phone for any messages or calls from Namjoon, but there are none. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, but the pit in your stomach remains. You hate being late, especially when it comes to work.

You enter the Hybe lobby through the revolving doors, immediately greeted by the polished marble floors and ambient lighting. The receptionist greets you with a polite bow. You punch in your code and scan your access card before scurrying towards the elevators.

You press the button for Namjoon's studio floor, and the elevator whisks you up with a smooth glide. The elevator hums as it ascends, and you fidget nervously, trying to shake off the residual unease from oversleeping. You watch the numbers on the screen as they change, frantically beginning to rack your brain for ideas to come up with for a plausible excuse for why you're running late. Maybe you can blame it on traffic, or a family emergency, or some kind of unexpected delay. Nope, you think. None of these excuses will hold water. Namjoon is perceptive and he'll just see right through any lies or half-truths you might try to spin.

When the elevator doors open on the 11th floor, you step into the hallway that is lined with sleek glass walls, giving you a view of the city skyline. Natural light floods the hallway, and soon you reach Namjoon's studio. The entrance is secured with a keypad and facial recognition system. You punch in the code and let the facial recognition scan your features, and the door to the studio unlocks with a soft click.

You walk inside, and there he is, sitting at the mixing board with a cup of coffee in hand, surrounded by papers and notes. He looks tired, his eyes shadowed with dark circles, and his hair mussed from running his hands through it. But despite this, he still manages to look good. You feel a prick in your chest as you take in his appearance. He looks up as you enter, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. You fidget with the strap of your bag, unsure of what to say or do. Finally, he breaks the silence.

"You're late."

His voice is flat, and the words hit you like a punch to the gut. You can hear the undercurrent of frustration in his tone, and you feel guilty. You know you deserve his ire, but it still stings to hear it.

"I'm sorry," you say, keeping your voice low. "I overslept."

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything else. He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before he nods and sets down his coffee cup. You feel like you're walking on eggshells around him, unsure of what to say or do to make things right between you. The tension in the air is blatant, and you wish you could just disappear. You set your bag down and take a seat next to him, trying to avoid making eye contact.

"I brought the files you asked for," you say, holding out a USB drive.

Namjoon takes it from you, plugging it into his computer without another word. Your movements are precise and practiced as you begin to sift through the files, adjusting the levels and EQ as you go.

As the music fills the room, you can feel the tension start to ease. It's like the music is a bridge, connecting the two of you and smoothing over the awkwardness. You close your eyes and let the music wash over you, feeling a sense of calm settle over your body.

After a few minutes, Namjoon turns to you and speaks. "This sounds good. I think we're ready to send it off to mastering."

You nod, relieved that the worst of the tension seems to have dissipated. "Great. I'll send it over today."

Namjoon nods, and for a moment, there's a flicker of something in his eyes. You can't quite place it, but it feels like a mix of gratitude and something else, something deeper. It's gone in an instant, replaced by his usual stoicism.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. You don't want this to be awkward. How the hell do you fix this? You glance around the studio, trying to find something to focus on.

"Is everything okay?" you finally ask, unable to stand the tension any longer.

Namjoon shrugs, his eyes flickering away from yours. "I don't know. Is it?"

You let out a frustrated sigh. Namjoon could be so damn stubborn sometimes. You rise from your chair and take a step towards the center of his studio. You turn your body back around to face him properly, crossing your arms over your chest. "No, it's not. What happened last night? You practically didn't say a word to me before you left and now you're acting like nothing happened," you say, your tone a bit sharper than you intended.

Namjoon's eyes narrow slightly, and he runs a hand through his hair. His expression turns guarded, and you can see a flicker of irritation in his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about," he says coolly, his voice tinged with defensiveness.

"Don't give me that," you retort, your own irritation starting to show. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You were acting like you couldn't wait to get away from me. I deserve an explanation."

"I don't owe you any explanation," Namjoon retorts as he stands up from his chair, his voice a bit harsher than before. "It's none of your business."

You let out a bitter laugh. "You're right," you rebuke, your tone icy. "It's none of my business. But you know what is my business? Our work. And your behavior is affecting our professional relationship."

Namjoon's expression hardens as your words hit him. "If my behavior is affecting our professional relationship, then maybe we should keep it strictly professional," he jabs.

His words cut deep, and you feel the disappointment gnaw at you. Namjoon's aloofness is unlike him, and it's hurting you more than you care to admit. It feels like a punch to the gut, and you can't hold back the tears that well up in your eyes.

"Fine," you croak, your voice choked with emotion. "If that's what you want." You turn around to grab your bag, unable to face him any longer, and make your way towards the exit.

Namjoon doesn't stop you.

Nuit Blanche

Summary: All you wanted was for Kim Namjoon, your mother's stone-faced bodyguard, who had been assigned to keep an eye on you despite your wishes, to leave you alone. Now that you've gotten what you wanted, you come to the realization that it isn't exactly what you wanted and try to win him back. Namjoon insists it's too late; too bad you're not one to give up easily.

Pairing: exbodyguard!Namjoon x nepobaby!reader Genre: PWP basically WC: 10k Rating: 18+, minors are not welcomed on this blog and will be blocked Warnings: age gap (namjoon is 35, reader is 21), forbidden affair, reader is a brat, namjoon is a meanie, reader was a meanie to namjoon first tho, he's just a silly lil tsundere guy, mentions of a car accident, mentions of DUI, mentions of an assassination, harmless (kinda) trickery, smut warnings to be added TBA: April 26th

tuesday moon | knj (18+)

summary: being “just friends” with kim namjoon sucks

pairing: namjoon x f!reader

rating: explicit (18+ please)

genre: fluff, smut

au: university, co-workers to lovers to friends to lovers again (they're oblivious)

warnings: it's mostly fluff i think. they're oblivious. smut: minors should not be interacting/reading, namjoon has a big dick, a lil praise kink, oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, the usual suspects i think. drinking (but not before they sleep together), tae is into new age jazz... and they were roommates!

word count: 7.7k

a/n: so... i had this dream a couple months ago and couldn't get it out of my head, so here you go. thanks, sleep brain. the title is from a neutral milk hotel song (but tbh the '23 album isn't great). thank you to @ugh-yoongi and @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this over. and then for doing it again when i couldn't even find the mistake you told me was there 🙃

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You’ve learned a lot in university—which given how much money you’ve spent to be there is a relief. But amongst business classes and writing workshops and statistics, the most important knowledge you’ve gained is that of small things. 

Of small things and how they can change your life in unbelievably big ways. 

Kim Namjoon isn’t exactly small. But the events that put him right in the middle of your life are. The first day you meet him is a Tuesday. Tuesdays have always been for non-events: for meetings and your least favorite classes… For snagging a coveted dryer on the third floor of the dorm building because Jeongguk saves it for you when he’s finished with his seemingly endless laundry. Tuesdays are for your first real uni friend, Taehyung, to show up to the laundry room unannounced and make you listen to weird new-age jazz on his phone that you hate, but love how much he loves it.

And then your work-study starts. A job in the library is supposed to be easy, has better hours than a lot of the jobs that are available, and pretty much only requires you to understand the Dewey decimal system so you can reshelve things quickly. You can count and read, and those seem to be the only things the head librarian cares about. Cake. 

Your first training day is a Tuesday. It’s a rainy afternoon, and in one of the conference rooms in the back of the law floor are you and three other new employees. Right away, it seems like Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon are already friends. They joke and whisper throughout the orientation videos and absolutely make you feel like a fourth wheel. At your first break, Hoseok extends the invitation for you to sit with them when he notices you still sitting by yourself in the back of the room, and it's then that you learn they for sure already knew each other—music majors and all in the same class even though Yoongi is a little older than the other two. They signed up for all the same work-study assignments hoping they’d be placed together, hoping they could have a chance to work on music during slow times at the slowest work-study assignments. Namjoon, though, who has been quiet the whole time, finally speaks up at this. 

“Well, I also like books,” he says softly, one side of his mouth turned up in a grin. “So, I guess I had an ulterior motive.” 

“Of course you did, Namjoonie,” Hoseok replies. 

Yoongi turns to you, explaining, “Namjoon’s a double major. Smartest guy we know. Literature and music.”

You talk more with them after the ice is broken—Yoongi’s a double major, too, math and music. Hoseok raps and does street dancing in his free time, and around the three of them, you feel like you’re woefully underachieving just at life in general. 

“What about you?” Namjoon prompts after you get some background on all of them. 

“Ah… nothing impressive. Economics major. Just what my parents wanted, you know. But I like books, too. I volunteer at the public library already, but it doesn’t exactly help with tuition.” 

“You volunteer?” Namjoon repeats, looking surprised. 

“Oh, yeah… It’s no big deal. I just read books to kids sometimes.” 

“That’s awesome,” he says, and the look on his face tells you he might actually mean it. Next to him, Yoongi snickers and Hoseok smiles brightly at you. 

“Namjoonie here has wanted to volunteer doing park clean up for a while, but Yoongi and I are always dragging him to the studio on the weekends, so he doesn’t have time.” 

Namjoon shrugs. “It would be nice to feel like I’m helping, I think.” 

“It is,” you agree, sharing a look with him across the table. “The purpose of life is to be useful…” You mumble the quote under your breath, assuming they wouldn’t know what you meant anyway. 

“Emerson?” Namjoon asks. 

“Oh! Uh… yeah, I mean… That’s what people think, but probably not. It’s most likely from a speech someone else gave when they gave Emerson an award, but most people think it’s him—” you cut yourself off when you notice Namjoon’s eyes gone wide.

“Self Reliance is one of my favorites,” he says, leaning forward, excitement playing in his voice. 

“Same! No one ever knows what I’m talking about, but ‘Nothing at last is sacred but the integrity of one’s own mind’ is maybe my whole life philosophy,” you ramble, just happy that someone might finally know what you’re talking about. No one in your economics classes ever shows any interest in philosophy, anyway. Your roommate calls you a nerd every time you bring stuff like this up, and Jeongguk just stares at you with big eyes like he wants to drink every word you're saying but doesn’t understand a drop of it. But Namjoon actually looks… interested in what you’re saying. More than interested, even.

Yoongi elbows Hoseok and smirks. “Namjoon’s in trouble,” he says. 

But before you can ask what that means, the head librarian interrupts to tell you it’s time to get back to training. You have to partner up for training to use the library’s reservation and shelving programs, and Namjoon comes right up to you, grinning shyly, and asks if you want to be his partner while his friends whisper on the other side of the room. You know immediately how this is going to go. Or you think you do, anyway.

And you’re right. By the end of the first week of your work study, you’re in Kim Namjoon’s bed. 

It’s just like it sounds. 

You’re naked, legs bent at the knees and open with his head between them. You noticed his brain first, but it only took that first afternoon to realize that not only was he smart, but stupid hot and kind and sort of funny in the sarcastic way you like, and he seemed to like something about you, too.

On Saturday, you work a slow shift together, both of you using most of the time to catch up on homework, and when it’s over, he asks if you want to come back to his place and keep studying. You agree quickly, but as soon as you get there, you realize you’re both on the same page about being more interested in studying each other than your class work. One thing leads to another, and here you are, moaning into your own palm as he flicks his tongue over your clit in a steady rhythm. 

“Namjoon, I–” You’re pathetic, you think, gasping and barely able to make words come out of your mouth, but fuck if he’s not good at this. Better than you’d thought he would be, actually. He came across as a little on the shy side during work, like he might be one of those guys who needs you to tell him where the clit is. Eager to please, but not quite sure how to go about it. Willing to take direction. 

He is not that.

“Gonna come, baby? You like my tongue that much?” Namjoon lifts his head to ask, and his lips are slick with you and his voice is deep and his fingers just don’t stop moving… It's so much. 

“Yeah, so close…”

At that, Namjoon smirks and ducks his head back down to finish the job. He makes quick work of you, sucking on your clit and twisting one of your nipples with his free hand. The other has two fingers fucking into you in just the right way, just shallow enough to hit your g-spot each time he pushes in. 

The orgasm builds fast, pressure from the inside, pressure from the outside… Everything feels so, so good, and you try to tell him so, but all you can do is whimper through it, clenching your thighs around his ears when you come on his tongue and he tries (bless him) to keep licking your core as your knees shake. 

“Fuck,” you say on an exhale, arm tossed over your own forehead.

“I’m down,” he teases. 

You’re about to say something sarcastic back, but when you lift your arm and look down at him, you lose that train of thought. He looks fucking incredible: flushed, a little sweaty, chin shiny with your orgasm and he’s grinning with those stupid dimples out… How could you not give him everything he wants? Maybe it’s the orgasm talking, the sweet rush of dopamine affecting you when you say, “I want that. Fuck me…” And for emphasis, when he stares at you a little stunned, you add, “Please, Namjoon?” 

He only nods, enthusiastically and a little dopey with it, a little like the boy you saw in the library. But when his cock is out—big… like, really big. Why even have a cock that large, really? What’s even the point of that?—he’s smirking and appropriately (you hope) confident again. 

“That is…” you look down and make a vague gesture in the direction of his dick, which makes him look down, too. 

He shies almost instantly. “Yeah, it’s okay if it’s too much or whatever…”

“No! That’s not what I meant. I just… You look good.” You scoot up so you can have level eye contact. “Want you to fuck me. I can handle it, promise. I want to.” 

Namjoon swallows, visibly nervous, but agrees anyway. 

You knew it would be fine. Any partner who makes sure to tell you you’re beautiful, who makes sure you come first, who pays attention to your body the way he has for the last couple hours is probably going to keep doing that, you decide. And he does. He’s careful, even though you think it might actually be killing him a little to not move once he’s over halfway inside you. He checks in with you, makes sure the consent is still there, and then when you ask him to “actually fuck me, Namjoon… want your cock… all of you,” he does. And he delivers. 

You’re essentially sitting in his lap, his palms spread on your hips as he moves you on his cock and it is… Well, it’s unequivocally the best anyone’s ever fucked you. His lips are on your neck, your breasts, the swell underneath them where they meet your ribcage… He keeps talking to you in his raspy whisper, making sure you feel okay, telling you how good you feel to him. There are times when he gets a little porny, telling you how tight you are (you’re sure a cock that big hasn’t seen anything not tight), and then he says, half out of breath, “Knew you would be a good girl. Knew it from the first time I saw you.” And you didn’t even know you wanted to be a ‘good girl,’ but suddenly you very much do. 

Before he comes, he makes sure you do again, too. His thumb finds your clit and his lips are hot against your ear, whispering filth when you tighten around his cock and shudder in his lap. He’s not far behind you, pulling your hips down when he thrusts into you a little harder, sweat beading on his forehead with the effort. He’s quiet when he comes, just a low moan of your name as he stills under you. 

After, it’s the small things he does that you like. It’s nice that he doesn’t try and move right away, just runs his hands up and down your back—soothing, almost. The closeness is nice, his head resting against your collarbone while you stroke your fingers through his hair. It feels intimate, more than a first time or a one night stand with your coworker should. But neither of you make a move to change that, so maybe it’s alright. 

For now. 

You haven’t exactly been the most social university student, but you know how these things are supposed to go. You clean up, you get dressed, you make awkward small talk about your classes or your work study and then you go your separate ways. You go back to your apartment and you don’t talk about what happened. He might look at you like he knows what’s underneath your hoodie next time you see him, but you know it won’t happen again. That’s not how it works. Not for you, anyway.

Kim Namjoon is a good guy, that you’re sure of. He’s a hard worker, he’s smart, he has lots of friends and hobbies and between that and school and work, you know there’s no way he’s looking for a relationship, and you also know he’s going to do his best to let you down easy if he thinks that’s what you’re after. 

But, he’s your friend. And your co-worker, and the sex was great, so you want to at least spare him the effort of all that. So, when he gets up to dispose of the condom and find a washcloth, you get dressed quietly, pack your textbooks, and do your best to look mostly put together by the time he comes back. 

“So,” you start as he returns to his room, “that was great… Really great, Namjoonie. Thank you.” 

He looks… confused. “You’re thanking me for sex?” 

“I uh… yes?”

Namjoon gives you a dimpled smile with an eyebrow raised, clearly amused. “Okay… Well, you’re welcome, then. And thank you.” He gives you a teasing bow, and with it, you feel a little relief. Because he’s obviously ready to move forward and this can just be a fun thing that happened and you don’t have to make him worry about letting you down, and you don’t have to worry about how much you fucking like him already. You can just be friends. 

The problem, you realize quickly, is that being “just friends” with Kim Namjoon sucks. 

It’s like sending your poor, delusional heart through a cheese grater with each of your work-study shifts. It’s swallowing down every dream of happiness when you have to sit next to him at a party and watch him nod along in agreement as Hoseok tells him how hot the new guy in his dance class is. (The guy is hot, with at least a 6-pack, big, pouty lips, and biceps like cannons. So, even you have to agree they have a point.)

Okay, that’s probably dramatic. Incredibly dramatic according to Taehyung and Jeongguk. Which, honestly, says a lot coming from them. 

So, you do your best to forget your crush and just be cool about everything. You both make a frankly commendable effort to never talk about what happened between you, and after a few weeks, things don’t feel quite so weird. Namjoon’s probably relieved you never mentioned it again, didn’t expect him to be your boyfriend or anything. 

You think you’ve done well. 

At one party, halfway through the semester, you meet Namjoon’s friend, Seokjin. He’s quiet at first, polite with a big smile and a nervous laugh. He sticks close to Yoongi and Namjoon, and it doesn’t take long before he’s being shuttled across the large backyard in your direction. 

“Hi,” he says simply. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“Oh! That’s good… I think?” 

“Yah, Namjoonie here—”

“Well, that was great!” Namjoon interjects. “Glad you two finally met. We’re late for something, though. So, bye!” And then he’s pulling Seokjin behind him through the yard in the opposite direction. It’s so weird. 

In his protests, you’re pretty sure you hear him say, “You’re ridiculous,” to Namjoon. If you were more sober, you would have recognized it as the first small thing that should have tipped you off. 

The second thing happens right before summer break. Your whole group, consisting of your and Namjoon’s friends, are sitting around at lunch discussing everyone’s plans for the summer. Hoseok and Jimin (the hot dancer he wouldn’t shut up about who is now his new boyfriend) are going to a dance clinic on the other side of the country. Jeongguk is going home, promising you he’ll leave you a list of acceptable laundromats in his absence. Seokjin and Taehyung are working—teaching acting classes to teenagers at summer camp. 

Yoongi’s got an internship, so he’ll be around, but barely since it’s in the city and your university is a little outside of town. It’s a long subway trip, so he’s got a sublet up there he’s moving into for the summer months. 

And then it’s Namjoon’s turn. 

“I’m staying. Not on campus, obviously. But I found an apartment and I’m looking for a roommate.” Everyone nods along except Jeongguk, whose eyes dart from Namjoon to you and back several times. 

“What about noona?” he finally says, hooking a thumb in your direction. “She’s staying, too.” 

“Oh, I don’t think—”

“That’s not a bad idea…” 

Namjoon and you look at one another. He’s flushed, and he’s doing that thing he does when he’s nervous where he rubs his throat. 

“I’m sure Namjoon has plenty of people in mind already,” you say, trying to give him the out he clearly wants. 

“Not exactly,” he mumbles. 

“This is perfect!” Seokjin exclaims. “Don’t you think this is perfect, Namjoon?” 

You lean over to whisper to Namjoon, “You don’t have to, it’s really alright.” It feels like you’re making him nervous, you can feel his muscles stiffen where you’re touching his arm, and the flush he was sporting is spreading to his neck now. 

“Would you even want to?” He asks softly.

You’re not sure, actually. It’s already hard work trying to put your stupid crush out of your mind most days. And now, you only see him a few days a week. Your brain (a logical friend) is telling you that living with him will be terrible for your heart. Your heart isn’t as smart and is pounding faster just thinking about spending more time around your crush. Friend, you correct yourself. 

The problem is that only Tae and Jeongguk know about your feelings, and none of them know you and Namjoon have already slept together. So, if you say no, it might be weird. As far as they know, you’re just friends, good friends. Why wouldn’t you want to live with him?

“Yeah,” you reply brightly, swallowing down your nerves, “it’ll be great, Joonie. I can cook and you can help me study for my summer classes.” You’re nodding along as you speak, trying to convince yourself that what you’re saying is true. 

“Okay… sure. Roommates,” he says, looking a little stunned.

“Roommates!”

You stick your hand out to shake his. You’re the least sexy person to have ever existed, you decide, as he laughs and shakes your hand. 

“It was a terrible idea,” you whine into Taehyung’s lap. “He’s just here… all the time. And sometimes…”

“Yeah?”

“Sometimes he doesn’t wear a shirt!” You slump further into your friend, making what you know are pitiful whining noises into his thighs.

It’s not like you’d go as far as saying moving in with Namjoon for the summer was a mistake. But it wasn’t great. Actually, it was really fucking great, and that was the problem. Or part of the problem anyway. 

The apartment is nice—nicer than you’d envisioned when he told you about it. Not too big, but on the corner of the building so you got nice light throughout the day. You each have your own bedroom (thank god) and they aren’t large, but Namjoon gave you the one with the room for a chair by the window, even though you knew he’d been planning to write lyrics there. As promised, you cook for both of you in your small kitchen and Namjoon helps you with your summer classes. 

With all of your friends gone or busy, you two don’t see much of them, and it feels like you build your own little world: late nights listening to the records he brings home, eating simple meals by the window and complaining that you don’t have a balcony, getting dragged out on bike rides when the sun falls and it’s cool enough outside, hunched together on the floor of the living room scrolling webtoons and drinking one too many cheap beers, and the worst (best) of all—falling asleep on the couch together before you wake up with a jolt realizing your head is on him and it’s far, far too much to realize his chest is in your face… so you scramble to your room like a coward and don’t fall back asleep, too keyed up. 

Seokjin, when you do see him, adds in more and more “old married couple” jokes as the summer goes on. He makes fun of your chore lists on the fridge, cutely decorated with whatever doodle has been occupying Namjoon’s mind that week. 

(Jin doesn’t even know that when all the chores are done, you save the little post-it notes, snatching them off the fridge when Namjoon’s not around or not paying attention, and putting them carefully into a little box in your desk drawer with all the other scraps and mementos of your friendship you’ve kept over the almost-year you’ve known him.)

Jin teases you when he lets himself in, late in the mornings, and finds the two of you still asleep, tumbled atop each other on the floor, record-listening session gone too late, the needle still digging into invisible grooves at the center. 

It’s not his fault it doesn’t feel like a joke to you, he doesn’t know that you feel like the 45 and all of the jokes and all of Namjoon’s smiles and all of the little notes he leaves and the way he blushes when you come out of the bathroom in your robe like maybe maybe there’s just a chance you’re not the only one still thinking about that one time… that those are the needles, and you’re here, spinning in place while they poke and prod and dig for a melody that just isn’t there. 

Namjoon, to his credit, is the very definition of a good friend and roommate. He does all the little things. He brings you breakfast sometimes when he’s been out all night and knows you’ll be waking up shortly after he comes home. He cleans, so that even though he’s got so much stuff (endless records and books and figurines and things he just thought were cute), your apartment never feels dirty, just lived-in and homey and a little cluttered. Buys toothpaste when you forget—before you forget, even. Puts your favorite flavor of soju in the fridge every week even though he hates it. 

And it’s not just what he does at home (your home. with him. which you try not to think about because the way the thought makes your heart swell and almost burst is dangerous and confusing, and you hate that you can’t stop thinking about it entirely.) he takes you out, too.  It helps that he’s more social than you: gets you outside in the real world between classes and studying. Makes sure you touch grass. Does stupid dances with you to bad music at worse clubs. Buys you hotteok at 2am because he knows you want it even though you won’t admit it so he says both pieces are for him and lets you argue that it’s bad for his heart and you’re willing to take one off his hands just for the sake of his health… because you care for him. 

You don’t let yourself think about the way it seems like he flushes and his eyes twinkle a little when you say that. It’s got to be in your imagination. 

He doesn’t know that each time he goes out of his way to do something nice for you hurts a little. Doesn’t know that each time he’s a touch too sweet, you wish you’d stayed that one time. Can’t possibly relate to the way you wish that one night turned into a date turned into something more, maybe. 

And you know he can’t relate, because he’s started doing this thing while you’ve been living together: talking about someone. Someone that he likes. 

It’s devastating and you try so hard not to cry on the nights when it comes up. You succeed in never crying in front of him, but if you drip snot onto your pillow trying to hold back your sobs once you’re alone in your room, he doesn’t have to know. 

You don’t know who she is, but you’ve overheard Namjoon on the phone with Yoongi talking about her. She sounds great, if Namjoon’s probably clouded judgment is any indication. He thinks she’s smart and talented, says she sells herself short and he thinks she’s as close to perfect as anyone on the planet. He doesn’t go out without you too often, and you don’t ask where he’s been if he doesn’t offer, but he must be spending time with her because you catch him on a video call with Hoseok saying she can cook and she’s brilliant and she’s everything he’s ever wanted. 

She also sounds like she doesn’t know what she’s got, because Namjoon’s convinced she doesn’t like him back and that she’s out of his league—you finally ascertain that the reason he’s been going to the gym more was because one time she said she thought another guy had nice biceps and he knows they were bigger than his. 

One time, you come home late, catching Tae at a bar near campus after he’s done with classes and drinking a little too much. You’re not drunk, but you’re in that warm space past sober where everything is a little softer and funnier and Namjoon looks dangerously pretty sitting at his desk with headphones on working on a song. 

You plop on his bed, as you do now, and wait for him to notice you’re there. It doesn’t take long. 

“Hey,” he says as he pulls off the headphones. He’s giving you the double-dimple smile, which is especially effective when you’re tipsy like this. Throws you more off-kilter than another cocktail would have. “Have fun with Tae?”

“Hmm… yeah.” You lay back on his bed and don’t let yourself worry about your shirt riding up or your hair spilling around you in a haystack. It’s just Namjoon, and you know he doesn’t think about you like that, know he’s already seen you with more skin showing, hair messier. 

“Need me to get you some water?”

“No,” you sit up on your elbows, “s’okay. Didn’t drink too much. What’re you working on?” 

Namjoon is staring right at you, something indiscernible on his face. He looks almost like he’s in pain or something. “You alright?”

He shakes his head and looks embarrassed. You have no idea why. “Yeah, fine… I’m fine. Just a song, nothing too special.” 

“Can I hear it?” 

“It’s personal… Kind of silly. It’s not done yet… I’m not sure you’d like it,” he says. 

“I like everything you make.” It comes out too honest, you’re not sober enough to hide the tenderness in your voice, to wrap it in something less vulnerable.

There’s no response to that, and you worry you’ve given too much away for a split second before he unplugs his headphones and hits play on the song. And if you thought the sight of him working, bathed in moonlight and neon, was beautiful, this song is truly something else. 

It’s lovely—sweeping melody and building building with layers until it crashes all around you, his voice low and quick, persistent with words of love. It’s a love song disguised as wordplay, or maybe the other way around. It’s him in music: smart and beautiful and selfless and breathtaking… You want to keep it, you want it to be yours, you want the words to be about you or for you or just written with you in the back of his mind. It’s too much, it’s so so beautiful, and you know it’s about her. It’s for her. She’s the one who has his attention and who gets his words and it makes you want to crawl under your blankets and never come out like a petulant child. 

You’re laying down again, so you don’t know what he’s looking at as you listen. When it ends, you’re asking the question even though you don’t want the answer, even though him saying it will make it too real. “Is it about her?” you whisper. 

“Yeah,” he answers, just as quietly. “It’s about her.” 

You sit up quick, make sure you’re turned away from him so he can’t see the tears that are beginning to drip down your cheeks. 

“It’s pretty,” you say as you head toward the door, hopefully not giving yourself away, not looking back in his direction. “Really pretty. She’s lucky, Namjoonie.” 

You don’t see the confusion on his face as your bedroom door closes behind you. You don’t hear him tell you goodnight in a small, concerned voice. 

After song-gate, you do your best to put a brave face on and move forward. It’s more for him than you, you have to tell yourself. Because you, your heart, you don’t want to let him go, can’t stand the idea of watching him be happy with someone else. But you, Kim Namjoon’s best friend, you want nothing more than for him to be happy, even if it’s not with you. And it’s hard, but for the most part, you let that version of you win. 

You give him broad smiles and you keep not asking where he’s going when he leaves without you. You try really hard not to overhear his calls with Hoseok and Yoongi and when you do, you give him a ridiculous double-thumbs up and tell him to go for it, that she’d be a fool to turn him down. You’re pretty sure you’re the only one who ends up looking foolish in that moment though, even if you really, truly mean it. 

One day (of course it’s a Tuesday), you come home from class, and you’re sorting through the mail when you spot a card on the counter that wasn’t there in the morning. Namjoon must’ve left it when he came home, you can hear the shower running from down the hall. It’s rare he beats you home on Tuesdays, always saying he’s got “something” to do “across town” and you just assume it’s with her, so you don’t ask. 

But what’s more interesting than him being home early is what the card is: a temporary driver license issued to one Kim Namjoon. It’s got a picture of him, dimples out and glasses on, dated that day. You hadn’t even known he’d taken the class or the tests. You wonder why he wouldn’t tell you… It’s a big deal to him—he’d always said he didn’t need it, liked taking the bus and the metro. Thought cars were bad for the planet and that there were too many of them in the city anyway. But here’s the card, proof that for some reason he thought it was time for a change. 

“Oh! You… I didn’t mean for you to find that…” 

You look up. Namjoon’s standing by the couch, watching you examine his license, wrapped in a towel because if there’s a god, he only wants you to suffer. 

“You got your license?”

“Ah… the temporary one, yeah. Still need to take the road test.” 

He seems nervous, fidgeting with the blanket on the back of the sofa. You don’t know why he’d be nervous, it’s cool, you think. One more thing to add to the seemingly endless list of things Namjoon can do. 

“Proud of you, Namjoonie. But… why? I thought you didn’t want to drive.” 

He shrugs. “Don’t really, but… I just thought… Well, I thought if I got up the nerve to ask someone on a date, it would be nice to drive her. Just once or twice. Make it special, I guess. It’s probably stupid, but I thought y—” He cuts himself off and pauses. Looks out the window and scrunches his forehead up like he’s scolding himself. “I thought she might like that,” he says, finally. 

“Did she tell you to get a license?” You’re sure you sound as outraged as you feel when you ask. 

“No! She wouldn’t… No. I just wanted to try.” 

“Okay. Okay, good. You shouldn’t change yourself for anyone, Joonie.” And then you do that thing again, where you say too much, where it comes out too fond. “You’re more than enough just the way you are. If she doesn’t know that, she’s not good enough for you.” 

Namjoon smiles softly. “I’m starting to think she does,” he says. 

And the look on his face… It’s happiness and warmth and fuck you wish it was for you. Those nagging feelings of wanting more more more from him are welling up in your chest. “Good,” you say, still too tender as you set the card in his palm and scoot past him to your room, mail forgotten. “That’s the very least of what you deserve.” 

Later that night, you’ve tucked the soft and vulnerable parts of you back inside, showered, ordered food, and sent Namjoon down to pick it up with a stop at the convenience store for soju and beer. You can do this, you tell yourself in the mirror, psyching yourself up for the first time you both will hang out with all your friends in months.

The summer is drawing to an end. Seokjin and Taehyung are done teaching, Jimin and Hoseok got back over the weekend, Yoongi’s internship ended the week prior, and Jeongguk is back from his visit home, everyone returning in time to buy books and settle in for the new semester. 

You and Namjoon have decided to keep the apartment: close enough to campus, affordable enough, and you both bashfully agreed you liked living together, an arrangement sealed with the secret handshake greeting from a drama you’d watched together over the summer. So, you have the biggest apartment out of all your friends (which doesn’t say much), and they’ve all decided in your group chat that the group “welcome home” party would take place in your living room. 

Seokjin and Taehyung arrive first, Jeongguk in tow. They’re pouring through your door play-fighting and laughing and for a minute, you forget your crush on your roommate, you forget he’s pining after someone else, and you just feel so much joy that your friends are back as they pull you into a crushing group hug. 

“We brought wine,” Seokjin says. 

“Ew!” (A twin chorus from you and Jeongguk). 

“Fine, you two have your cheap soju and leave the good stuff for the rest of us.”

“Hyung, that bottle was only six—”

“Shh! Have some respect!” Seokjin says, slapping in the air in Tae’s general direction. 

They file into the kitchen to drop off snacks and cheap wine while you leave to dig around in Namjoon’s room for some records to play. It’s a hassle, finding enough that you like and then having to flip them every fifteen minutes, so you finally give up and resign yourself to just playing a playlist off your phone. Or anyone’s phone except Taehyung’s anyway, because “experimental jazz night” was not a hit last time he suckered you all into it. 

When you come back down the hall, your kitchen is suspiciously quiet. There is whispering and you can’t hear what they’re saying but you know anytime Jeongguk and Seokjin are colluding that it means trouble. 

“What’s going on in here?” You ask as you make it back to the kitchen. 

The three of them are reading the notes on your fridge and they all hop around immediately. Jeongguk and Taehyung have the decency to look guilty, but Seokjin just looks like he’s unearthed the lost city or something. 

“What are these?” he asks, eyebrow raised. 

“Our shopping list? Chore list?”

Seokjin grins. “No, not those… These.” He plucks a sticky off the fridge and starts reading it aloud. 

“...And greet the all auspicious day,

Whose privilege permits my song—”

You can feel your face like a wildfire, hot and persistent, as you snatch the piece of paper out of his hand and tuck it in your pocket.

“That’s nothing. Just a poem” 

“That’s not nothing, that’s a love poem.” 

“We just leave each other quotes sometimes,” you mutter, fussing around the kitchen, opening the bags of snacks and setting them on the counter. “It’s no big deal. Just a small thing.” 

Jeongguk looks at you with wide eyes. “And you sometimes leave each other love poems?” he asks cautiously. 

“I guess… It’s whatever,” you say. 

“What’s whatever?” Hoseok’s bright voice drifts into the room. You snap your head up to see that he’s with Jimin, and they’re followed in by Yoongi and Namjoon, carrying all the food and drinks. 

“Namjoon hyung and Noona leave each other love notes on the fridge!” Jeongguk says brightly. “It’s so cute.” 

Your jaw actually drops, and you see in your periphery, Namjoon’s is doing the same. 

“They’re not love notes!” You protest. 

“They’re poems,” Namjoon adds with indignance.

“Besides,” you add, “he’s got a girlfriend or whatever.” You know you sound a little annoyed, and you don’t want to, but it’s worth it if it gets them off your backs. 

“Wait, what?” Yoongi finally joins the conversation, peeking his head around the corner into the kitchen. 

Six pairs of eyes are on you, and one (Namjoon’s) is anywhere but. You get the offputting feeling that something is happening, but you don’t know what. That the boys staring at you know something you don’t. 

“Namjoonie… He’s got a girl he likes. So, they’re not love notes. They’re just quotes we like.” 

Yoongi stares at you like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing, and then Hoseok says, “Oh my god, they are that bad.” 

Seokjin nods. “The worst, actually.” 

“What? What is going on?” You ask. The question is directed at anyone, but you’re looking straight at Namjoon, who still won’t look at you. 

“I’m just gonna open some soju,” Jimin says. “Come on, guys.” 

The statement is clearly directed at Seokjin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk, who are all still huddled by the fridge, clearly amused at whatever is unfolding in your kitchen. One by one, they file out. Namjoon tries to follow them, but Yoongi unceremoniously shoves him back into the kitchen with a hissed, “I don’t think so, Namjoon.” 

“I’m so confused,” you say quietly. Namjoon finally lifts his gaze to meet yours, and he looks so so nervous. Just like the day you’d agreed to be roommates. You have no idea why, because you’d never do anything to make him feel that way, not on purpose. “Is this about her? I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have—” 

“No! I mean… yeah, it’s about her. Or you, I guess?”

“Me?”

Namjoon nods. He takes a deep breath and shoves his hands in his pockets. “You. You and her.” 

“I don’t even know her, Namjoonie.”

He sighs. “You are her.” 

You’re every meme of confused people trying to do math. You think you probably have a literal question mark above your head. You think you heard him right but… but there’s no way that it’s what he meant.

“What?”

Namjoon looks like it’s almost painful to keep speaking, also a little apologetic. “I like you,” he says, shrugging. “I like you so much, and I’m a dick for agreeing to be your roommate when I felt that way, and I thought after that one time… Well, I thought maybe you needed more and that’s why it never happened again, so I started going to the gym more and trying to… I don’t know. Be more?” He runs a hand through his hair and slumps against the counter. “I just like you so much and I wanted you to like me, too. But I—”

“You like me?”

“Oh, fuck, so much.” It’s almost out like a breath, floats through the space between the two of you, waves itself in front of your face. 

“That’s why you thought it would be weird to be roommates…” you say, pieces clicking together. 

“Yeah,” Namjoon agrees. “And why I tried to get biceps like Jimin and why I leave you love notes on the fridge, and why I wrote you a whole song about how incredible you are, how you make me feel, and how much I want you even though you don’t want me back…” 

“Biceps like Jimin?” 

“You said they were nice…” 

“Oh my god.” Little details of the past few months since you slept together all start floating around in your head and you see it so clearly now, it all starts to make sense, all the silly little things Namjoon does for you because it’s you, because he likes you… and oh no…

“Namjoon.” 

“Yeah?” He’s painfully cute like this—nervous and a little shy, hair falling into his eyes like it can protect him from looking right at you. 

You take a couple of steps closer to him. “I like you, too.” 

“You what?” 

“I like you, too. Just the way you are. I like all the nice small things you do for me, I like how you think, I like how you smell like soap all the time ‘cause you take a million showers… I like living with you… I like your records and your books and… And it’s stupid probably, but I save all your doodles like a teenager would ‘cause I just like you so fucking much… And I’m the bad friend, the one who moved in with you even though I liked you like this. I thought I would get over it.  I thought… I don’t know. I thought after we slept together you just wanted to be friends, so I’ve been trying so hard, but…”

“It’s awful,” he says, a giant grin on his face as he watches you stumble through your confession. “I thought you just wanted to be friends, too. You left before I could ask you to stay.” 

“Yeah, it is awful. Liked you since that first day in the library.” 

“Fuck, me too. We’re so ridiculous.” 

“Jin was right, we’re the worst,” you whisper. 

“You are!” You hear Jin call from the living room.

You let your head fall forward and bury it in Namjoon’s chest as he wraps an arm (with a perfectly sized bicep, you note, reminding yourself to tell him later) around you and laughs into your hair. 

“You’re listening to us?” you protest. 

“Hard not to,” Yoongi answers, “small apartment.” 

“You fucked?!” Hoseok yells.  

“Oh my god,” you moan into Namjoon’s shirt. 

“I bet they made love,” you hear a dreamy-voiced Jimin chime in.

You can feel Namjoon’s laugh rumble through his chest against your ear. It’s the best feeling you’ve felt in months. 

“So,” you start, pulling your head off his chest, but letting him slide his arm down yours until you’re loosely holding hands. “What now?” 

“Well, we should probably talk.” 

You peek around him to see your friends all staring at you. “Maybe later?” you ask. 

“Later is good.” Namjoon smiles so so big. You love knowing that you’re the one making him feel happy, you think you’re a little ridiculous for being jealous of some other non-existent girl this whole time.

“We like each other,” you say, still a little in shock. 

“We do.” 

Then, because you’re you, and you have not ever once been cool in front of Kim Namjoon, you lift your palm up. And because he’s him, and now you know he probably thinks he has never once been cool around you, he gives you a high five, his palm connecting with yours and then lingering there while you look at each other and you try not to lift up on your toes and kiss the shit out of him. 

“Did they just high five?” Hoseok asks, incredulous. 

“They’re so weird. Do you remember when they shook hands on being roommates when it was so obvious they wanted to jump each other on the couch? They probably kissed no tongue and called it sex,” Seokjin says, unhelpfully. 

“Hey!” you shout. “We can hear you!” 

“The sex was really great, for your information,” Namjoon says, and your face heats immediately. 

“It was,” you agree, if for no other reason than it really really was. And you want to make Seokjin as uncomfortable as possible. “Namjoon really knows wh—”

“This is going to be even worse than them being oblivious, isn’t it?” Yoongi asks no one in particular, cutting you off.

But that night after your friends leave, and you do get the chance to kiss Namjoon again, who is now not only your roommate, but your boyfriend, you know Yoongi couldn’t have been more wrong. This is infinitely better than being oblivious to Namjoon's feelings.

“What do you see in me?” he says into the ceiling, sweaty and a little hazy post-orgasm, after you’d made sure to seal your new arrangement properly. No high fives, no handshakes, just long kisses and nervous touches turning more sure, Namjoon making sure to whisper into your skin how much he cares for you, how sexy he thinks you are, how long he’s waited to have you again like this… 

(And you returning those words, moving your hips in slow circles in his lap, fingernails trailing across his shoulders as you tell him how good he is, how gorgeous he looks, how his biceps are the exact right size for you to squeeze—which makes him laugh while he fucks you, and if that’s not the best thing you’ll ever see in your life, you’re not sure what is...)

You lace your fingers with his and turn to him, thinking about all the things you love about him, how all those pieces layer together to make something so big that it seems to take up your whole heart. “I like all the small things that make you, you.” 

And he kisses you as a reply, lips soft and sweet on yours, and you decide that from now on, Tuesdays are for kissing your boyfriend in the moonlight and making sure he knows exactly how much you like him so that neither of you are ever unsure again. 

Pride (The Horse, Lion, and Peacock); 

/prʌɪd/

The belief that you are above others and the only person whose opinions or feelings matte. The worst part of the sin is that when taken, you have to be above others, so in favor, others are always below you. Everyone is unworthy of your grace. 

- Takes on the characteristics of god

- People put their needs after your failures

- You deserve to be first, the main star

- Punishment: Broken on a wheel

“Sweetheart always remembers, Pride erects a little kingdom of its own and acts as a sovereign in it. None of your worries can surpass any of mine.”

Can anyone recommend me a fanfic where the outcast/ loner gets the girl. Or the girl (x reader or y/n) sees the outcast/ loner for who he truly is🤷‍♀️

Like everyone hates him/fears him/rejects him until the FMC comes along and is like "Wait, guys, this dude is super sweet. What are y'all on about?"

Disproportionate public loathing is not a disqualifier. I like angst with a happy ending of course.😅

I would also like it to include:

Smut

Possible Slow burn

Strangers to friends, friends to lovers

Angst

High school AU / College AU

Could also include but not necessary:

the masses come to realize their mistake and welcome the forlorn MMC back into the fold.

the FMC is initially in on the hatred.

Recs can be for any fandom🙌

Also fanfics recs can be from Tumblr or AO3

Beneath Still Waters

The Games We Play [2]

🏕 Jungkook x reader x Jimin

🏕 genre: horror! slasher! sleepaway camp!

🏕 word count: 8.8k

🏕 warnings: love triangle drama, lots of tension, angst, fluff, arguing

🏕 notes: Make sure you check out chapter 1 !! sorry this took so long to publish, I had lots of work :( But if you enjoy this chapter and series please leave a comment <3 I’d love to know what you think lol !!

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Sleep didn't come easy that night. (Y/n) lay in her bunk, staring at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of fragmented memories and nagging fears. The events at the lake played on repeat behind her eyes, refusing to let her rest.

The harsh gusts of wind had whipped around them as the police conducted their interviews. (Y/n) had never seen the lake so agitated, its usually calm surface now a roiling mass of angry waves. The water from the creek thrashed violently where it met the lake, as if trying to tear itself apart.

She couldn't focus on Jin's words as he spoke to the officer. Her eyes were glued to the water, a magnetic pull she couldn't resist. Every fiber of her being screamed to dive in, to search for the missing boy. But they couldn't. It was too dangerous, they said. A dive team wouldn't arrive until the morning.

The other counselors were there too, their faces a blur of worry and shock. Namjoon's usual composed demeanor had cracked, revealing a vulnerability (Y/n) had never seen before. Taehyung stood silent for once, his typical chatter replaced by a haunted look. Hoseok paced nervously, unable to stay still in the face of their helplessness.

And Jimin... Jimin stood beside her, his arm a comforting weight around her shoulders. He didn't speak, didn't try to offer empty reassurances. He was just there, solid and real amidst the surreal nightmare they'd found themselves in.

(Y/n)'s eyes were drawn to the bloody shirt, clutched in an evidence bag by one of the officers. The vivid red stain seemed to pulse in the fading light.

With a jolt, (Y/n)'s focus snapped back to the present. She was in her cabin now, the lake and its horrors physically distant but still all too close in her mind. Her gaze had fixed on one of Jungkook's red t-shirt, draped haphazardly over a chair. For a moment, in the dim light, it had looked like...

The dawn began to break, the sun beaming in through the windows, casting a soft shadow on the room. The snoring was starting to get to her. (Y/n) sat up straight, quickly getting herself together. The sunspots warmed her skin slightly but couldn't rid her of the bumps that still covered it. A shiver ran through her body, a reminder of the night's events that even the morning light couldn't chase away.

The slamming of car doors shook her out of her state. Must have been more police. (Y/n)'s stomach clenched at the thought of more questions, more searching, more of the helpless feeling that had consumed her since they'd found the bloody shirt.

Her eyes drifted to Jungkook's peaceful form in the bunk beside her. A beam of light slowly moved to shine over his face. His nose furrowed slightly as his eyebrows pinched together, moving his arm to cover his eyes. Despite the movement, he remained deeply asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

(Y/n) found herself studying his features, softened by sleep and the gentle morning light. The sharp line of his jaw was relaxed, his usually alert eyes hidden behind closed lids. A lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, and (Y/n) had to resist the urge to reach down and brush it away.

A pang of envy shot through her at his ability to rest so soundly. How could he sleep when the world felt like it was falling apart? But then she remembered how late he had returned to the cabin. He, Yoongi, and Namjoon had stayed out long after the others had been sent to bed, conducting another search around the lake while waiting for more police to arrive.

(Y/n) recalled the determined set of Jungkook's jaw as he'd insisted on going back out, the look in his eyes as he'd promised to find something, anything, that might help. She'd wanted to go with them, but Jimin had gently steered her towards the cabin, insisting she needed rest.

Rest. The word seemed almost laughable now. (Y/n) couldn't remember the last time she'd felt truly rested. Even before last night, the pressures of being a counselor, of being responsible for so many young kids, had weighed heavily on her. And now...

For a moment, (Y/n) felt an overwhelming urge to leave her bunk and curl up beside Jungkook, to bask in the aura of peacefulness that surrounded him. She longed to shut out the world, to pretend for just a little longer that everything was normal. To feel his arm around her, solid and real, anchoring her in a world that suddenly felt unstable and frightening.

But she knew that the second she stepped out of the cabin door, reality would come crashing back. The missing camper, the bloody shirt, the questions without answers - it was all waiting for her just outside.

With a silent sigh, (Y/n) decided to let him sleep on. He would need the rest for whatever the day might bring. As for her, she couldn't ignore what was happening, no matter how much she might want to. The world outside was waiting, full of questions and fears that needed to be faced.

Steeling herself, (Y/n) slowly climbed from her bed, careful not to make any noise that might disturb Jungkook. Her bare feet touched the cool wooden floor, sending another shiver up her spine. She padded quietly to the small dresser, pulling out clothes for the day. As she dressed, she caught sight of herself in the small mirror hanging on the wall. The girl who looked back at her seemed different somehow, the weight of recent events etched in the shadows under her eyes and the tight set of her mouth.

As she gathered her things and prepared to face the day, she cast one last glance at Jungkook's sleeping form, allowing herself a brief moment to wish for the peace he seemed to have found in sleep. His hand dangled off the edge of the bunk, and (Y/n) had to clench her fists to stop herself from reaching out to touch it, to wake him and share the burden of what was to come.

Instead, she turned towards the door, taking a deep breath to steady herself. The sounds from outside were growing louder - car doors, voices, the crunch of gravel under boots. The investigation was ramping up, and she knew she needed to be out there, doing whatever she could to help.

With one hand on the doorknob, (Y/n) paused, looking back at the quiet sanctuary of the cabin. For just a moment, she allowed herself to imagine a different summer, one filled with laughter and campfires and innocent games, like it was before. Then, squaring her shoulders, she turned the knob and stepped out into the harsh light of day, ready to face whatever challenges awaited her in a world that had been forever changed by the events of the previous night.

The light from the sun stung her eyes, making her lift her hand up as they adjusted to the bright light.

(Y/n) stepped out of the cabin, the crisp morning air a stark contrast to the stuffy interior. The camp, usually bustling with early morning activity, was eerily quiet. A lone police cruiser sat parked near the counselors' cabins, its presence a jarring reminder of the previous night's events.

As she made her way towards the dining hall, more patrol cars came into view, dotting the landscape like ominous landmarks. Officers moved about with purpose, their hushed conversations carrying on the gentle breeze. The juxtaposition of their somber presence against the beautiful morning felt almost surreal to (Y/n).

The sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky, a far cry from the tumultuous weather of the night before. Gone were the violent winds that had whipped the lake into a frenzy; now, only a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. The peacefulness of the morning felt almost mocking, as if nature itself was oblivious to the turmoil that had descended upon Mason's Creek.

Lost in her thoughts, (Y/n)'s feet carried her along the familiar path to the dining hall. The usual sounds of laughter and chatter were replaced by hushed whispers and the occasional sniffle from a homesick camper. The events of the night had cast a heavy pall over the entire camp.

As she entered the dining hall, her eyes immediately sought out familiar faces. She spotted Jimin at their usual table and made her way over, noting the uncharacteristic slump of his shoulders.

"Morning," she said softly, sliding into the seat next to him.

Jimin looked up, and (Y/n) was struck by how tired he appeared. His usually perfectly styled hair was mussed, dark circles prominent under his eyes. The polished air he typically exuded was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey," he replied, his voice rough with exhaustion. "How are you holding up?"

(Y/n) shrugged, unsure how to answer. "As well as can be expected, I guess. You look like you didn't sleep at all."

Jimin attempted a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "That obvious, huh? Yeah, couldn't really settle after... everything."

They lapsed into silence for a moment, the weight of the previous night hanging heavy between them. (Y/n)'s mind drifted back to the police interviews, the endless questions that seemed to lead nowhere.

"Did they ask you about the shirt?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin nodded, his expression grim. "Yeah. Wanted to know exactly where we found it, if we'd seen anyone near the lake earlier in the day. I kept thinking maybe I'd missed something, you know? Like if I'd just been more observant..."

She reached out, placing her hand over his. "Hey, don't do that to yourself. We couldn't have known."

He turned his hand over, squeezing hers gratefully. "I know. It's just... hard not to wonder, you know? If I hadn't been on that supply run to the boathouse with my headphones in, maybe I would have noticed something. Seen someone suspicious near the lake."

(Y/n) felt a small jolt at this information. She had completely disregarded the fact that Jimin had been away from the main camp area during that crucial time. "You were at the boathouse?" she asked, trying to keep her voice casual.

Jimin nodded, a flicker of something - guilt? worry? - crossing his face. "Yeah, Jin asked me to inventory some equipment and organise everything after their kayaking trip yesterday . I had music on, was completely oblivious to what was happening. I can't help thinking if I'd just been more aware..."

She squeezed his hand reassuringly, even as her mind raced with this new information. "You couldn't have known," she said softly. "None of us could have."

Her mind had been running in circles all night, replaying every moment of the past few days, searching for some sign they might have missed.

"Thanks, by the way," she said after a moment. "For last night. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there."

Jimin's expression softened slightly. "That's what friends are for, right? We've got to stick together through this."

Their conversation was interrupted as Hoseok and Taehyung joined them at the table. Hoseok, usually the mood-maker of the group, was uncharacteristically quiet, his usual bright smile nowhere to be seen. Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed unable to sit still, his leg bouncing nervously under the table.

"Has anyone seen Jin?" Taehyung asked, his eyes darting around the room. "I've been trying to find him all morning. I wanted to ask about the nature hike scheduled for today, if we should cancel or..."

"I couldn't find him either," Hoseok interjected, his voice low, not looking up from his plate. "Checked his office, the boathouse... I thought about knocking on his cabin, but Namjoon was still asleep, and I didn't want to wake him."

(Y/n) frowned. It wasn't like Jin to be unreachable, especially not now when they needed guidance more than ever.

"What about Yoongi?" she asked, noticing another empty seat at their table.

Jimin shook his head. "Haven't seen him. Probably still asleep after the late-night search with Namjoon and Jungkook."

The mention of Jungkook's name sent a small jolt through (Y/n). She thought of him, still peacefully asleep in their cabin, and felt a pang of envy mixed with concern.

"So what do we do?" Taehyung asked, bringing (Y/n)'s attention back to the matter at hand. "About the activities, I mean. Do we just... carry on as normal?"

There was a moment of hesitation as they all looked at each other, unsure. Finally, (Y/n) spoke up.

"I think... I think we should try to keep things as normal as possible for the kids. They're scared enough as it is. But maybe we modify things a bit? Keep activities closer to the main camp, have extra counselors on hand."

Hoseok nodded slowly. "That makes sense. We don't want to alarm them more, but we need to be cautious."

"I could help with your nature hike, Tae," (Y/n) offered. "We could stick to the trails nearer to the camp, maybe focus on identifying plants or something."

Taehyung's face brightened slightly at the suggestion. "Yeah, that could work. Thanks, (Y/n)."

As they continued to discuss plans for the day, (Y/n) couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality wash over her. Here they were, planning nature hikes and craft sessions while police combed the camp for clues about a missing child. It felt wrong somehow, but she knew they had to try to maintain some semblance of normalcy, if only for the sake of the other campers.

The dining hall gradually filled with more counselors and campers, the volume of whispers increasing. (Y/n) knew they'd have to address the situation head-on soon, but for now, she was grateful for this moment of quiet planning with her friends.

As breakfast wound down, they stood to leave, each heading off to prepare for their morning activities. (Y/n) fell into step beside Taehyung as they made their way towards the nature trail.

"You sure you're okay with helping out?" Taehyung asked as they walked. "I know you've got your own things to do."

She nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, I'm sure. I just think keeping busy might be the best thing for all of us right now."

As they stepped onto the trail, the sounds of the camp faded behind them, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and chirping of birds. For a moment, she could almost pretend it was just another normal day at camp. But as they rounded a bend and came across a police officer examining the underbrush, reality came crashing back.

(Y/n) and Taehyung made their way towards the clearing where the children were waiting for their nature hike. The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. As they approached, she could hear the excited chatter of the campers, their voices a mix of anticipation and underlying nervousness.

Taehyung stepped forward, his usual bright smile in place, though (Y/n) could see the strain around his eyes. "Alright, everyone! Who's ready for an adventure in nature?" he began, his voice carrying across the clearing. "Today, we're going to learn about..."

As Taehyung's words faded into the background, (Y/n)'s attention was drawn to a scene unfolding in the distance. Up on a slight incline, partially obscured by trees, she could make out two figures engaged in what appeared to be an intense conversation. With a jolt, she recognized Jin, his usually composed demeanor nowhere to be seen. Beside him stood the sheriff, his stance rigid and authoritative.

Though too far away to hear their words, (Y/n) could sense the tension in their exchange. Jin's movements were uncharacteristically frantic, his hands gesticulating wildly as he spoke. The sheriff, in contrast, stood stock-still, his face set in a grim expression. As she watched, the sheriff raised his hand, causing Jin to flinch back slightly. But instead of striking, the sheriff clenched his fist and brought it down sharply, the gesture seeming more like a warning than an act of defeat.

She found herself transfixed by the scene, her mind racing with questions. What could they be discussing that would cause such an aggressive exchange? Was there new information about the missing camper? Or was this about something else entirely?

"(Y/n)?" Taehyung's voice cut through her thoughts. "Everything okay?"

Startled, (Y/n) realized she had completely tuned out the start of the nature hike. The children had already begun their plant identification activity, scattered around the clearing with worksheets in hand.

"Sorry," she mumbled, nodding towards the distant figures. "I just noticed Jin with the sheriff. It looks... intense."

Taehyung followed her gaze, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Huh. I wonder what that's about. Should we...?"

She shook her head. "No, we should focus on the kids. They need us here."

With a concerted effort, (Y/n) turned her attention back to the activity at hand. She moved among the campers, helping identify leaves and flowers, answering questions, and offering encouragement. But even as she immersed herself in the task, part of her mind remained fixated on the exchange she had witnessed.

The morning passed in a blur of green leaves and curious questions. Before (Y/n) knew it, it was time to usher the children back for lunch. As they approached the dining hall, she spotted Jimin making his way towards them.

"Hey," he called out, falling into step beside her. "How'd the nature hike go?"

She shrugged, her mind still partially elsewhere. "It went fine. The kids seemed to enjoy it, at least. I did feel a bit useless when it came to helping identifying the plants though"

They entered the dining hall, the usual lunchtime bustle subdued by an undercurrent of tension. (Y/n)'s eyes scanned the room, taking in the gathered counselors. Jungkook was notably absent, likely still catching up on sleep after the late-night search. At a table slightly removed from the others, Jin sat with Namjoon, their heads close together in what appeared to be an intense discussion.

As (Y/n), Jimin, and Taehyung settled at their usual table, joined by Hoseok and Yoongi, Taehyung nodded towards Jin and Namjoon. "They've been like that since they came in," he said in a low voice. "Very hush-hush. I wonder what's going on."

Yoongi, who had been silently picking at his food, shot Taehyung a sharp look. "It's probably best not to speculate," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "I'm sure they'll tell us what we need to know when the time is right."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the table. (Y/n) found herself studying her fellow counselors, noting the signs of stress and fatigue on each of their faces. Hoseok, usually a bundle of energy, seemed subdued, his movements lacking their usual bounce. Yoongi's face was set in a grim mask, his eyes darting occasionally to where Jin and Namjoon sat. Taehyung fidgeted in his seat, clearly bursting with questions he didn't dare ask.

Jimin cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "So, (Y/n)," he began, his voice forcibly light, "I was wondering if you might be able to help me out with my swim class this afternoon? I could use an extra set of eyes on the kids."

She nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Sure, I'd be happy to help. What time?"

As Jimin filled her in on the details, she found her gaze drifting over Jimin's shoulder to Jin and Namjoon. She couldn't shake the memory of Jin's confrontation with the sheriff, or the secretive nature of his current discussion with Namjoon. What weren't they telling the rest of the counselors?

The rest of lunch passed in a haze of stilted conversation and worried glances. As they prepared to head out for the afternoon activities, (Y/n) noticed Jin and Namjoon still deep in discussion, seemingly oblivious to the curious looks thrown their way.

"Ready to go?" Jimin's voice pulled her attention back. He stood beside her, a stack of towels in his arms and a forced smile on his face.

She nodded, falling into step beside him as they made their way towards the lake. The sun was high in the sky now, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in (Y/n)'s chest. As they walked, she found herself scanning the tree line, half expecting to see the sheriff lurking in the shadows.

"You okay?" Jimin asked softly, nudging her arm. "You seem... distracted."

(Y/n) considered deflecting, but the concern in Jimin's eyes made her pause. "I saw something earlier," she began hesitantly. "Jin and the sheriff, they were arguing. It looked pretty intense."

Jimin's brow furrowed. "Arguing? About what?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "I was too far away to hear anything. But Jin looked... I've never seen him like that before. And now all this secrecy with Namjoon..."

Jimin was quiet for a moment, processing this information. "I'm sure there's an explanation," he said finally, though his tone lacked conviction. "Maybe they're just trying to protect us, you know? Keep us from worrying more than we already are."

(Y/n) nodded, wanting to believe him. But as they reached the lake, the water glittering innocently in the afternoon sun, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more going on than any of them realised.

The midday sun beat down on Mason's Creek, turning the day into a sweltering haze. (Y/n) was secretly relieved to be helping with the swim class; the cool water of the lake promised a welcome respite from the heat.

She made her way to the small boathouse near the shore to change. As she slipped into her navy blue one-piece swimsuit, she caught a glimpse of herself in the dusty mirror hanging on the wall. The suit hugged her curves, the modest cut still managing to be flattering. She quickly tied her hair back, eager to join the class.

As (Y/n) stepped out of the boathouse, she could hear the excited chatter of children making their way down to the lake. Their voices carried on the warm breeze, a mix of anticipation and playful banter.

Jimin stood at the water's edge, already in his swim trunks, his lean muscles on display. He was addressing the group of campers, his voice carrying clearly across the beach. "Alright, everyone! We've got a treat today. Miss (Y/n) will be joining us to help out with the lesson."

She made her way down to the group, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and excitement as she approached. Jimin turned to her with a warm smile, and for a moment, she found herself appreciating how the sunlight played off his damp silver hair.

"Thanks for coming to help," he said, his eyes meeting hers briefly before turning back to the campers. "Okay, let's split into groups. Beginners with me, intermediate swimmers with Miss (Y/n)."

As they waded into the water, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the coolness enveloping her.

She began working with her group, demonstrating proper form for the breaststroke. However, she found her gaze occasionally drifting to where Jimin was patiently guiding the younger children through basic floating techniques.

She watched as he gently supported a nervous young boy, his encouragement evident even from a distance. The sunlight glinted off the water droplets on his skin, and (Y/n) found herself admiring the way his muscles flexed as he moved through the water. She quickly snapped her attention back to her own group, chiding herself for getting distracted. They were friends and coworkers, nothing more.

She was deep in concentration, helping a young girl perfect her backstroke when a tug on her arm caught her attention.

"Miss (Y/n)," one of the boys whispered, pointing towards the shore. "I think Mr. Jimin and Mr. Jungkook are fighting."

She looked up, squinting against the sun's glare on the water. Sure enough, she could see Jungkook, shirtless and smirking, making his way into the water. Jimin was already moving to intercept him, his usually calm demeanor replaced by obvious irritation.

"Keep practicing, everyone," (Y/n) instructed her group. "I'll be right back."

As she began to swim towards the confrontation, she could hear their voices carrying across the water, growing clearer with each stroke.

"Jungkook," Jimin called out, his voice tight. "This is my class. What are you doing here?"

Jungkook's grin widened as he waded deeper, the water now lapping at his waist. "Thought I'd lend a hand. After all, some of us actually know how to swim properly."

She saw Jimin's jaw clench, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "I've been running these classes all summer. We don't need your 'help'."

"All summer?" Jungkook laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. "And yet half these kids still can't do a proper freestyle. Face it, Jimin, you're out of your depth here."

As (Y/n) drew closer, she noticed Jungkook's eyes flick towards her briefly before returning to Jimin. His smirk grew, if possible, even more pronounced.

Jimin's face flushed red, whether from anger or embarrassment, (Y/n) couldn't tell. "At least I show up to my assigned activities instead of barging in where I'm not wanted."

"Not wanted?" Jungkook's eyebrow raised. "Funny, that's not the impression I get. But then again, you've always been a bit slow on the uptake, haven't you?"

She frowned, confused by the undercurrent in Jungkook's words. She was close enough now to see the muscle jumping in Jimin's jaw as he clenched it tighter.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jimin's voice was low, dangerous.

Jungkook stepped closer, his voice lowering so the kids couldn't hear. "Come on, Jimin. We both know why you're really upset. It's not about the class, is it? It's about who's teaching it with you."

(Y/n) paused in the water, torn between intervening and staying back. The tension between the two was palpable, and she had a sinking feeling that her presence might only make things worse.

Jimin's knuckles were white as he clenched his fists tighter. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" Jungkook's smirk was cruel now. His eyes flickered to (Y/n) again, and this time, Jimin noticed. "I see the way you look at her. Too bad she doesn't look at you the same way, huh?"

She felt her cheeks flush, a mix of embarrassment and confusion washing over her. What was Jungkook implying?

For a moment, she thought Jimin might actually throw a punch. His whole body was coiled tight, like a spring ready to release. Instead, he took a deep breath, his voice coming out low and challenging. "You think you're so great? Prove it. Right here, right now. A race, you and me."

Jungkook's eyes lit up with triumph. "You're on, short stuff. Hope you're ready to lose in front of all your students."

As they began to set up for their impromptu race, (Y/n) finally found her voice. "Guys, come on. This isn't necessary. We're supposed to be teaching a class here."

But neither Jimin nor Jungkook seemed to hear her. They were too focused on each other, the air between them crackling with a tension that went far beyond simple rivalry.

She looked back at her group of students, who were now watching the unfolding drama with rapt attention. She felt a knot of anxiety form in her stomach. This wasn't just friendly competition anymore. There was an edge to their interaction that made her deeply uneasy.

As Jimin and Jungkook lined up at the water's edge, she couldn't shake the feeling that this confrontation was about much more than just a swimming class. Whatever was really going on between these two, she had a sinking feeling that the ripples from this race would spread far beyond the shores of the lake.

The children gathered excitedly at the shoreline, their chatter a mix of anticipation and confusion. (Y/n) felt a twinge of guilt; this wasn't the lesson she and Jimin had planned.

"(Y/n)," Jimin called, his voice tight. "Would you mind officiating?"

She nodded apprehensively, wading to stand between Jungkook and Jimin. Up close, she could see the tension in both their faces, jaws clenched and eyes focused ahead.

"Alright," she began, trying to keep her voice steady. "Here are the rules. You'll swim to the buoy and back. No interfering with each other. First one to touch the dock wins. Understood?"

Both men nodded curtly. (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the determination etched on their faces, almost feeling embarrassed that their rivalry seemed to center around her.

"Take your positions," she instructed. Jungkook and Jimin waded out a bit, ready to dive in at her signal.

Just as Eden was about to start the race, a voice beside her made her jump. "Quite the show, huh?"

She turned to see Hoseok sitting on the edge of the dock, his legs dangling over the water. She hadn't even heard him approach, too engrossed in the tension between Jungkook and Jimin.

"On your mark," (Y/n) called, pushing aside her surprise. "Get set... Go!"

Jungkook and Jimin dove into the water, their powerful strokes quickly propelling them towards the distant buoy. The campers cheered from the shore, picking sides and shouting encouragement.

"They're really going at it," Hoseok commented, his eyes following the swimmers. "All this over a swimming class?"

She shifted uncomfortably. "It's... complicated."

Hoseok's gaze slid to her, a strange glint in his eye. "I'm sure it is," he murmured.

Out in the lake, Jungkook and Jimin were neck and neck as they rounded the buoy, their arms cutting through the water with fierce determination. The race back was just as close, neither man giving an inch.

Hoseok leaned in closer to (Y/n). "You know," he said, his voice unusually serious, "this rivalry might seem harmless now, but you don't want it getting out of hand. Things at camp have a way of... intensifying."

She glanced at him, caught off guard by his tone. "What do you mean?"

Hoseok's eyes remained fixed on the swimmers, a frown creasing his usually cheerful face. "Just keep an eye out for it, (Y/n). That's all I'm saying."

As they approached the dock, (Y/n) held her breath. It was close. In the final stretch, Jungkook's longer reach gave him the edge. His hand slapped the wood of the dock a split second before Jimin's.

"Jungkook wins," (Y/n) announced, her voice barely audible over the mixed cheers and groans from the shore.

Jimin's face was a mask of frustration as he pulled himself out of the water. Jungkook, grinning triumphantly, shook his head like a dog, spraying water everywhere.

"Better luck next time, short stuff," Jungkook taunted.

Hoseok stood to leave, placing a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder. His grip was firm, almost urgent. "Don't forget what I said, (Y/n)," he murmured, his gaze intense. "Watch yourself."

With that enigmatic warning, he turned and walked back towards the main camp, leaving (Y/n) with an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach despite the warm sun.

As her gaze followed Hoseok, she noticed a figure standing at the edge of the treeline. It was Jin, his expression unreadable from this distance. Before she could ponder his presence, he walked back into the shadows of the forest towards camp.

"(Y/n)," Jungkook's voice pulled her attention back. He was standing close, water droplets glistening on his skin. "I could use some help with archery. Want to come dry off and give me a hand?"

She hesitated, glancing at Jimin. He was already turning back to the campers, his posture rigid with barely contained anger. She knew she should stay, help clean up after the interrupted lesson. But Jungkook was already guiding her towards the shore, his hand warm on her lower back.

"Come on," he urged. "The kids will be fine with Jimin."

As they walked away, she couldn't help but look back. Jimin stood in the water, watching them go. The hurt and anger on his face made her stomach twist with guilt. But Jungkook's insistent tugging and the memory of Hoseok's strange words propelled her forward, towards the archery range and away from the tension-filled lake.

As they made their way from the lake, (Y/n) could feel the warmth of the sun drying her skin. Jungkook walked close beside her, his arm occasionally brushing against hers.

"You know," he said with a smirk, "I think I might need to give Jimin some swimming lessons. Couldn't even keep up in a simple race."

She shot him a disapproving look. "That's enough, Jungkook. The race is over."

He held up his hands in mock surrender, but his grin didn't falter. "Alright, alright. No need to get defensive on his behalf."

They reached the archery range, a cleared area with several targets set up at varying distances. Jungkook grabbed a bow and a quiver of arrows from a nearby rack.

"Ever shot before?" he asked, offering her the bow.

She shook her head. "No, never had the chance."

A glint appeared in Jungkook's eye. "Well then, allow me to teach you."

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them. (Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat as he positioned himself behind her, his chest pressed against her back. She could feel the warmth of his skin through her still-damp clothes.

"Here," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. "Hold the bow like this."

His hands covered hers, guiding them into the proper position. (Y/n)'s heart raced, the sound of her pulse thundering in her ears. She was acutely aware of every point of contact between them.

Jungkook reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered for a moment on her cheek, and she felt a shiver run down her spine that had nothing to do with the cool water on her skin.

"Now," he said softly, "draw the string back. Feel the tension?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice. She could feel Jungkook's strong arms guiding hers, his body a solid presence behind her. He adjusted her stance slightly, his hand on her hip sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Take a deep breath," he instructed. (Y/n) complied, trying to ignore how his chest rose and fell in sync with hers. "And... release."

The arrow flew true, hitting just off-center of the target. (Y/n) let out a surprised laugh, turning her head to look at Jungkook. Their faces were inches apart, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

They spent the next hour shooting arrows, Jungkook offering guidance and the occasional unnecessarily close adjustment to her form. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, (Y/n) realized something.

"Hey," she said, turning to face Jungkook. "Where are all the campers? I thought you needed help with a class?"

Jungkook's grin turned sheepish. "Well... I might have exaggerated the need for assistance. But hey, you're the camper I'm teaching today."

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Impossibly charming, you mean," he retorted with a wink.

As they made their way back to the cabins to change for dinner, (Y/n) realized how late it had gotten. The paths were filled with campers heading back from their evening meal, their excited chatter filling the air.

"Did you see the race?"

"I can't believe how close it was!"

"Jungkook totally crushed it!"

The snippets of conversation swirled around them as they approached the mess hall. (Y/n) felt a twinge of guilt, remembering Jimin's face after the race.

As (Y/n) and Jungkook entered the mess hall, a hush fell over the room. Conversations died mid-sentence, and all eyes turned to watch them make their way to the counselors' table. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Jimin, who had been engaged in quiet conversation with Taehyung, immediately stiffened. His shoulders hunched, and his gaze dropped to his plate, jaw clenching visibly. The change in his demeanor was stark, like a switch had been flipped.

(Y/n) slid into her usual seat next to Jimin, hyper-aware of the silence that still permeated the room. Gradually, conversations resumed, but in hushed tones, punctuated by furtive glances towards their table.

"So," Taehyung began, his voice overly cheerful in an attempt to dispel the tension, "how was everyone's afternoon?"

Jungkook launched into a detailed account of his archery session with (Y/n), while Jimin remained stubbornly silent, pushing his food around his plate with increasing aggression.

Concerned, she placed a gentle hand on Jimin's arm. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked softly.

Jimin jerked away from her touch, his movement so sudden and harsh that (Y/n) flinched. Instantly, regret flashed across Jimin's face, and for a moment, it seemed like he might apologise. But the moment passed, and he turned away.

As (Y/n)'s posture deflated, Taehyung, oblivious to the undercurrents, brought up the race. "Man, you guys were amazing out there! I've never seen anything like it!"

"Well," Jungkook smirked, "some of us are just naturally gifted."

Jimin's head snapped up, eyes blazing. "Naturally gifted? More like naturally arrogant. You think you're so great because you won one race?"

"That one race proved I'm the better swimmer," Jungkook shot back.

"Guys, please," (Y/n) interjected, "can we not do this now?"

But her plea fell on deaf ears as Jimin and Jungkook continued to trade barbs, their voices rising with each exchange.

"At least I stick to my own activities instead of butting in where I'm not wanted," Jimin snarled.

"Not wanted? Funny, that's not the impression I got from (Y/n) earlier," Jungkook retorted with a smug grin.

"ENOUGH!" She exploded, slamming her hands on the table. The sudden outburst silenced not just Jimin and Jungkook, but the entire mess hall. "You're both acting like children. This needs to stop, right now."

In the awkward ringing silence that followed, Taehyung cleared his throat. "Hey, did I ever tell you guys about the camper who went missing years ago during a swim? They say on quiet nights, you can still hear-"

Yoongi groaned, dropping his head into his hands. He mumbled something unintelligible through his fingers.

Namjoon stood up, moving to stand behind Taehyung. "Taehyung, this really isn't the time for ghost stories," he said firmly, taehyung looked away embarrassed. "We need to discuss tonight's patrol schedule."

He began outlining the night's assignments. "Jin and Hoseok will take the first shift. Taehyung and Hoseok, you'll be second. Jungkook and..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the table before landing on Jungkook and Jimin. "Jungkook and Jimin, you'll be paired together. (Y/n), you're with me for the final shift."

Immediately, protests erupted from both Jungkook and Jimin.

"There's no way I'm patrolling with him!" Jungkook exclaimed.

"Can't I be paired with (Y/n) instead?" Jimin argued simultaneously.

(Y/n), seeing the disaster looming, turned to Namjoon and Jin. "Maybe it would be better if I partnered with one of them instead?" she suggested hopefully. "I'm not sure putting them together is the best idea right now."

Jin's expression hardened. "No, I think it's best if Jungkook and Jimin work out whatever is going on between them. And (Y/n)," he added, his gaze sharp and disapproving, "I don't think you'd be helping the situation by getting involved. In fact, you might be part of the problem."

The jab hit her like a physical blow. She fell silent, feeling small and chastised as Jungkook and Jimin continued to argue in the background, oblivious to the comment made against her.

As dinner wrapped up, (Y/n) and Jungkook made their way back to their cabin. Jungkook complained the entire walk. "I can't believe they're making me patrol with Jimin. It should be you and me out there, (Y/n). Don't you think this is unfair?"

(Y/n), lost in her own thoughts and feeling underappreciated by everyone, barely registered Jungkook's words. She mumbled non-committal responses, eager to reach the cabin and escape into sleep.

Once inside, she quickly changed and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her head to block out Jungkook's continued grumbling.

Some time later she woke up, (Y/n) was vaguely aware of Jungkook sitting on the edge of her bed. "Hey," he whispered, "I'm heading out for patrol now."

Half-asleep, (Y/n) felt the gentle press of his lips against her forehead. "Be careful," she murmured, already trying to drift back off to sleep, but as the door clicked back into place she found herself wide awake.

As the cabin door clicked shut behind Jungkook. The sudden absence of his presence left her feeling oddly vulnerable. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to deepen, and every creak of the old cabin made her heart race.

Frustrated by her inability to fall back asleep, she groaned and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She might as well get ready for her own patrol. She ran a brush through her tangled hair, wincing at the knots, and shrugged on a jacket to ward off the night chill.

Settling back on her bed, (Y/n)'s eyes fell on the book on the bedside table she'd been reading earlier: "And Then There Were None" by Agatha Christie. She picked it up, running her fingers over the worn cover. Usually, she loved losing herself in intricate plots, but tonight, she hesitated to open it.

Still, seeking any distraction from her restless thoughts, (Y/n) flipped to where she'd left off. As she read, following the characters' growing paranoia and mistrust, she felt a knot forming in her stomach. The isolated island setting felt uncomfortably familiar, mirroring their own situation at Mason's Creek.

She found herself reading about the clever misdirection of the killer, how they had manipulated events and perceptions. Normally, she'd admire such narrative cunning, but now it only made her uneasy. Were they missing something obvious, some clue hidden in plain sight?

With a sigh, she closed the book. Even her favorite novel wasn't providing the escape she craved. The characters' suspicions of each other hit too close to home, echoing the tension that had been building among the counselors.

As she set the book aside, the cabin door suddenly opened, making (Y/n) yelp in surprise, her hand flying to her chest.

"Sorry," Jungkook mumbled, looking sheepish. He shuffled in and face-planted onto his bed with a groan.

"How was patrol?" She asked, trying to calm her racing heart.

Jungkook's response was muffled by his pillow, but she caught the words "Jimin" and "impossible" among the grumbling.

"Come on," (Y/n) said, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "I'm sure you weren't exactly a ray of sunshine either."

Jungkook turned his head, shooting her a menacing look. (Y/n) chuckled, reaching out to knead his tense shoulders. "You're so wound up," she murmured.

As she worked out the knots in his muscles, Jungkook slowly relaxed under her touch. Suddenly, he sat up, turning to face her. His expression was intense, unreadable.

"What?" She asked, her hands falling to her lap.

Jungkook didn't respond. Instead, he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek gently. (Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat at the tenderness of the gesture. The air between them seemed to crackle with unspoken words and barely contained emotions.

"(Y/n), I-" Jungkook began, his voice low and husky.

A sharp knock at the door made them both jump, both of them looking towards door. "(Y/n)?" Namjoon's voice called. "Ready for patrol?"

The moment shattered. She sprang to her feet, her cheeks burning. "Coming!" she called, grabbing her flashlight.

As she moved towards the door, Jungkook caught her wrist. "Be careful out there," he said softly, his eyes searching hers.

She nodded, unable to find her voice. She slipped out of the cabin to find Namjoon waiting, his face impassive in the moonlight.

The cool night air hit (Y/n)'s face as she stepped out of the cabin, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the dim light. Namjoon's silhouette was outlined against the moonlit sky, his lean frame leaning casually against the cabin's railing. His face was mostly in shadow, but she could sense his alertness.

With a fluid motion, Namjoon pushed himself off the railing. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low.

(Y/n) nodded, falling into step beside him as they headed towards the woods. As they walked, Namjoon briefed her on the night's patrol.

"We've been focusing on the areas the sheriff's team hasn't covered yet," he explained. "Jin's been coordinating with them. So far, they've combed most of the camp grounds and the immediate forest area."

"Any leads?" She asked, hope creeping into her voice despite her best efforts.

Namjoon shook his head. "Nothing concrete. The main theory they're working with is that the boy might have run away. We're supposed to check the lake's edge for anything that might have washed up, and scan the tree line for any signs of passage."

They lapsed into silence as they reached the lake. The water was still, a perfect mirror of the star-studded sky above. For a moment, she forgot the reason for their patrol, lost in the beauty of the scene.

(Y/n) and Namjoon walked in companionable silence for a while, the moonlight casting long shadows across their path. The tension of the day still lingered in (Y/n)'s mind, and Namjoon seemed to sense her unease.

"You know," he began, his tone light, "I was thinking about Taehyung's attempt at storytelling at dinner."

She couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh god, that was so awkward. He really doesn't know when to quit, does he?"

Namjoon grinned. "I swear, that guy could find a way to make small talk at a funeral. Remember last year's talent show? When he tried to lighten the mood after that kid fell off the stage?"

"Don't remind me," she groaned. "I thought Jin was going to spontaneously combust from embarrassment."

"Ah, yes," Namjoon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Nothing says 'don't worry about your sprained ankle' like an impromptu rap about the dangers of stage diving."

(Y/n) burst out laughing. "Oh man, and then he tried to demonstrate a 'safe' stage dive and nearly took out the entire front row!"

Namjoon shook his head, chuckling. "I swear, Taehyung operates on a completely different wavelength than the rest of us. It's like he's got his own personal reality where everything is an opportunity for entertainment."

"Maybe we should get him to give seminars on confidence," she suggested. "Step one: Assume everyone always wants to hear what you have to say. Step two: If they look uncomfortable, that means you're not trying hard enough."

They both laughed at that, the sound echoing across the still lake. As their mirth subsided, (Y/n) felt some of the day's tension ease from her shoulders. She glanced at Namjoon gratefully, realizing he'd been trying to lighten her mood. After a moment, (Y/n) took a deep breath.

"Namjoon, can I ask you something? It's... it's about Jungkook and Jimin."

Namjoon's expression turned serious, but he nodded encouragingly. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

She hesitated, feeling guilty for burdening him with her problems. He already had so much on his plate "I'm sorry, I know you've got a lot to deal with already..."

"Hey," Namjoon said gently, "it's okay. We're all in this together, right? What's going on?"

Encouraged by his kindness, (Y/n) opened up. "I just... I don't know what to do about their fighting. It feels like it's getting worse, and somehow I'm caught in the middle of it all. I want to help, but everything I do seems to make it worse."

Namjoon was quiet for a moment, considering her words. "Relationships can be complicated," he said finally. "Especially when feelings are involved. But you can't control how they act, (Y/n). You can only control your own actions and reactions."

"I know," (Y/n) sighed. "It's just... I feel like I'm letting everyone down. Like I should be able to fix this somehow."

"That's not your responsibility," Namjoon assured her. "Jungkook and Jimin are adults. They need to work this out themselves."

She nodded, absorbing his advice. They walked in silence for a bit longer before she spoke again.

"There's something else," she admitted, her voice small. "Jin's comment at dinner... about me being part of the problem. I know he's under a lot of stress with everything that's happening, but... it really hurt."

Namjoon shifted uncomfortably beside her. She knew he and Jin were close friends, had been since childhood. "Jin... he didn't mean it the way it sounded," Namjoon said, though his tone lacked conviction. "He's under a lot of stress with everything that's happening."

"I understand he's stressed," (Y/n) pressed on. "We all are. But it feels like no matter what I do, it's wrong. I'm trying my best to keep things normal for the kids, to be there for Jungkook and Jimin, to help with the search... and it just feels like it's not enough."

Namjoon stopped walking, turning to face (Y/n) fully. "Listen to me," he said, his voice firm but kind. "You're doing an amazing job. This situation... it's unprecedented. We're all struggling to cope. Jin shouldn't have said what he did, and I'll talk to him about it. You're not the problem here. Far from it."

She felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Thank you," she said softly. "That means a lot."

Namjoon opened his mouth to respond, but froze suddenly. (Y/n) was about to ask what was wrong when she heard it too - a faint snap of a twig nearby.

Namjoon's finger flew up to his lips, signalling for silence. His eyes scanned the darkness around them, alert and focused. "Could be a deer," he whispered, barely audible. "Or maybe a bear. Let's kill the lights and get low."

With practiced ease, they both switched off their flashlights and crouched down. (Y/n)'s heart pounded in her chest as they waited in tense silence. Namjoon's calm demeanor was reassuring, but she could sense his heightened alertness.

Minutes ticked by, feeling like hours. (Y/n)'s legs began to cramp from the awkward position, but she didn't dare move. Namjoon remained perfectly still beside her, his eyes continuously scanning their surroundings.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Namjoon slowly straightened up. "I think we're clear," he whispered. "Probably just-“ but before he could finish his sentence another sound broke the stillness of the night.

A whistle.

Low and melodic, it sent chills down (Y/n)'s spine. It wasn't the cheerful whistle of a fellow counselor or a bird's night call. This was deliberate, almost mocking.

Slowly, (Y/n) and Namjoon turned towards the source of the sound. In the shadows of the trees, barely visible in the moonlight, stood a figure.

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat. The figure was completely covered, its outfit blending seamlessly with the darkness around it. The moon at its back cast its face in deep shadow, but she could feel its gaze fixed on them.

In its hand, glinting dully in the moonlight, was what looked like an axe.

She felt rooted to the spot, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure the figure must be able to hear it. Beside her, she heard Namjoon's sharp intake of breath. She turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of his face. The look of fear she saw there sent a jolt of panic through her. Namjoon, always calm and collected, looked utterly terrified. Slowly she turned back to look at the figure hoping they both had imagined it.

The figure tilted its head, the motion almost curious, mocking. It was playing with them, (Y/n) realised with growing horror. Like a cat toying with a mouse before the kill.

For what felt like an eternity, no one moved. The only sound was the gentle lapping of the lake water and (Y/n)'s own thundering pulse in her ears.

Then, so suddenly it made (Y/n) jump, Namjoon's hand clamped around her wrist.

"RUN!" he yelled, yanking her backwards.

(Y/n)'s feet seemed to move of their own accord, spurred on by Namjoon's grip and the pure terror coursing through her veins. As they sprinted away from the lake, crashing through the underbrush, she risked a glance back.

The figure stood where they had left it, still and silent. But as she watched, it raised its free hand in a wave, almost friendly if not for the axe still gripped in the other.

Then the trees obscured her view, and all (Y/n) could focus on was running, branches whipping past her face, Namjoon's hand still clasped tightly around her wrist.

Behind them, echoing through the woods, came that whistle again. Playful. Taunting.

Promising that this was only the beginning.

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🏕 jungkook x reader x jimin

🏕 warning: angst, fluff, camp counsellors bts, arguing, fighting, murder, gore, the whole shebang. Can you tell I’m bad at warnings ??

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F- Fluff

S- Smut

A- Angst

SM- Social Media AU

C- Completed 

Imagines:

Tough love (F,S,A) - Coming soon!

Sometimes all we need is a little tough love.

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Sexstasy (S,A) 

He was infatuated by you. Too much for your liking.

Series:

Deception - Mafia AU (F,S,A) 

You were just a pawn in the play. Things took a twisted turn when you fell in love with the one you were supposed to cheat on. He was your mission.Was. Chaos as usual, ensues.       

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Hot cop (F) - Coming soon!

You have a very interesting encounter with an insanely hot cop.

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Blueberry Muffins (F) 

He’s stressed. You decide to brighten up his day with the one thing that brought you two together.

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You both have made it through the ups and the downs. Life is now testing you big time, will you both make it, one last time?

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Blueberry Muffins - Kim Namjoon

pairings: idol!kim namjoon x half Italian!half Spanish!reader (lol don’t ask why, I did it for fun)

word count: 2.08k

summary: It’s been a few months since you started dating Namjoon. When he texts you one day that he’s in a bad mood, you pay him a visit with the sacred thing that brought you two together : Blueberry Muffins.

warnings: a few cuss words, FLUFF, Yoongi with his gummy smile and Kookie with his bunny smile, Namjoon just being a WHOLE ASS BABY

a/n: I’ve just begun writing on tumblr so I’m a little nervous about putting my stuff out there. I’ll improve with time I promise and I hope you like this! Feedback and criticism of any kind is always appreciated <3

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“4 blueberry muffins and 1 hot chocolate to go please.” I smiled at Sinthia. Her eyes crinkled as she grinned and started shuffling behind the counter.

“No chocolate chip cookies today?” She asked as she bent down behind the shelf.

“Nope, he’s not in a good mood today. Blueberry muffins are for turning the sour mood into sweet, they somehow always work.”

“I think we both know why they work sweetheart.” Sinthia said as she came up from behind the counter with a paper bag in her hand. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a puzzled face, silently asking her what she meant.

“Don’t you remember the first time you both met in this very cafe?”

I smiled as the fond memory replayed in my head.

“The usual Sinthia, thank you.” I smiled at the little woman behind the counter and moved to the side.

My phone vibrated in the back pocket of my jeans. Pulling it out I saw that it was my mom calling, my fingers immediately swiped across the screen.

“Mama!”

“Come stai mio caro? (How are you my darling?)

“Sto bene mama, come stai?" (I’m doing well mom, how are you?)

“Sono grande dolcezza, come vanno le lezioni? Com'è Y/f/n?” (I’m great my sweetness, how are classes? How’s y/f/n?)

“Le lezioni sono frenetiche mama.”(The classes are hectic mom) A sigh escaped past my lips, “Ma per fortuna ho Y/f/n per superare tutta la merda.” (But luckily I have Y/f/n to get through all the shit.)

“linguaggio!” (Language!) I chuckled as she laughed in return. I could imagine her shaking her head, eyes rolling at my behavior.

“I-”

“Excuse me sweetheart.” I whipped my head around to see Sinthia looking at me.

“Yes Sinthia?” I asked my mom to wait for a second and muted the call.

“That young man over there” She pointed to a man behind me. I turned around to see a man with blond hair sitting in the corner booth, his chin perched on his palm as he stared out at the street.

I turned back to look at Sinthia, “What about him?

“He has ordered a blueberry muffin too. But the problem is that I only have one of those sweet treats left and he looked really upset. Do you mind if I give it to him? I can pack your favorite chocolate scones instead.”

I smiled, “Of course, it’s no big deal.”

Sinthia grinned and patted my shoulder, “You really are a gem, tesoro.(Darling)”

“Y/n? la mia bambina? (My baby girl?)”

“Shit” I muttered as I realized my mom was still on hold.

“Mama, posso richiamarti prima o poi? (Mom, Can I call you back in sometime?)

“Certo baby” (Sure baby)

“Va bene, ciao mama, ti amo!” (Okay, bye mom, I love you!)  

“Ti amo troppo cara!” (Love you too dear!)

Cutting the call, I saw Sinthia circling around the counter, probably going to give the stranger his order.

“Hey Sinthia, wait up!” She spun around to look at me.

“Do you mind if I give it to him?”

“Do you mind if I ask why?”

“Just wanted to see the man who was stealing my favorite food.” A sly smile took over my face and Sinthia giggled, handing the tray to me.

“He’s all yours.”

I looked down at the tray to see a cup of black coffee and the blueberry muffin I had been craving since yesterday. Shaking my head, I made my way to the corner booth.

“Hey, um, excuse me”

He turned around to look at me, “Yes?”

Suddenly, I couldn’t speak. He was gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking. His blond locks were messy on top of his head, mask pulled down to his chin, lips full and red. His eyes bore into mine as I stood there frozen, unable to do anything in front of the Greek-God like human.He also looked awfully familiar.

“Um?” His voice snapped me out my stance as I cleared my throat and let out a breath I’d been holding since the minute my eyes landed on his beautiful face.

“I, uh, I have your order.” I said, placing the tray on the table.

“Oh, thank you, I didn’t see any waitress when I had walked in?”

“Oh no, I’m not a waitress.”

Now I had begun to question my decision of serving him, why did I ask to do this again? This was probably the stupidest decision of my life.

“Oh okay?” He frowned as he looked up at me.

Without thinking, I quickly slid into the seat in front him and began talking.

“I’ve been coming to this cafe for almost 3 years now. I moved here when I got into Seoul National University. This has kind of been my safe place since then, not to mention Sinthia has been a mother like figure for me. She also helps me learn Korean and sometimes gives me yummy treats for free. Anyways, so today we were partnered up for a literature project and I was paired up with this cocky jock who’s so fucking full of myself. Then someone spilled their coffee on my favorite white top. It’s just been a shit day and I really wanted one of Sinthia’s blueberry muffins with the delicious dark roast she makes. But then it turns out you looked upset too so I let you have the last blueberry muffin.”

At the end of my mini rant, I squeezed my eyes shut, face turning red from embarrassment. I had literally just said random shit to a complete stranger who already looked like he wanted to be left alone.

“Here.” His voice made me snap open my eyes.

He was wiping his mouth with a tissue as he passed me the remaining half of the muffin.

“It looks like we both need something to lighten up.” He smiled and I swear I felt my heart skip a beat.

And then suddenly, it clicked.

“Holy shit” I mumbled.

“Is everything okay?”

I looked him dead in the eye, “You’re RM! Oh my god I just said complete nonsense to one of the biggest stars in the world.” I leaned back against the seat and mentally smacked myself for making a fool out of myself in front of one of  the world’s biggest idols.

“Cosa c'è che non va nella tua ragazza!” (What is wrong with you girl!) I muttered to myself.

“Ahh you recognized me, but for now I’m Namjoon.” He took out his hand for me to shake, a small smile still tugged on his lips.

I took a deep breath and calmed myself down and took his extended hand in mine.

“Hi Namjoon, I’m Y/n.”

“You’re Italian Y/n? I heard you speak on the phone earlier.”

“You heard me?” I squealed.

He laughed, “Yeah, it’s 1am in the morning and we’re the only ones here.”

“Wait, you know Italian?”

“A little bit, I could catch a few words you spoke.”

“Half Italian, half Spanish actually.”

“That’s interesting.”

“You bet.”

“Oh by the way, I have no clue why I just came and dumped all of my problems on you, I’m really sorry for that.” I sighed and inwardly cringed at my actions.

“Aigo, stop worrying. Tell me more about your literature project and this jock you’re paired up with.”

“Y/n! Earth to Y/n?” Sinthia waved her hands in front of my face. I jumped slightly and laughed, “Sorry, took a little trip down the memory lane.”

Her face beamed at my words as she passed me the bag of muffins and the cup of hot chocolate.I took out my wallet to pay but was stopped by little hands clutching my fingers.

“Don’t, it’s on me tonight.” Sinthia grinned.

“But I-”

“No buts Y/n, go make your superstar boyfriend’s day.”

“You spoil us too much I swear.”

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“Noona!”

“Jungkookie!”

Our laughter died in the air as we embraced each other. I pulled back and ruffled his black hair as he gave me his famous bunny smile.

“How are you noona?”

“I’m great Kook, is he still in the studio?”

“Yeah, he’s working on some new tracks with Yoongi hyung.”

“And that of course means he must have not eaten for hours.” I sighed, his habits always worried me.

“You got that right.”

“Good thing I come bearing treats.” I said, raising the paper bag in my hand and shaking it with a cheeky smile on my face.

A big smile stretched across his face as he made grabby hands towards me.

“Gimme Gimme Gimme”

I giggled,”Take one Jungkookie, we have to save some for Yoongi and Namjoon hyung.” Jungkook happily retreated one muffin from the bag and released a content ‘hmm’ after taking the first bite.

“I’m gonna go and see him now Kookie.”

He nodded. “He’ll be happy to see you.”

“알아,준비 됐어 “ (I know, I’m prepared)

His eyes widened as his choked on the muffin. I laughed loudly and made my down the hall to the Rkive.

Knocking twice I heard Yoongi shout, “뭐?” (What?)

Without replying, I opened the door, revealing Namjoon and Yoongi hunched over the studio board. Namjoon’s eyes met mine and a big grin stretched across his face.

“Hi Y/n” Yoongi said smiling while getting up.

“Hey” I said and pulled him in for a side hug.

“What’s that?” He asked, looking at the paper bag in my hand. I opened it and tilted it towards him, “Have one”

He looked down and pushed his hand inside it, pulling out a muffin. A gummy smile appeared on his face as he turned around and pointed at Namjoon,”당신은 자신에게 맞는 여자를 얻었다” (You got yourself the right girl.)

Namjoon chuckled and flipped him off. Yoongi stuck his tongue out at him, gave me one last toothy grin and made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

“Hey” He said as I walked towards him, placing the muffins on the side table. Swinging my leg across his thighs, I straddled him, my arms locking behind his shoulders. His hands take a hold of my waist, face nuzzling in my neck. His deep breath hits my skin, making a shiver run down my spine. I took my right hand and massaged his scalp earning a little whine from him. I giggled, the soft boy in my arms making my heart turn to mush.

“You’re too cute.” My soft voice broke the comfortable silence.

He looked up at me and snorted, “I’m sorry, have you looked at yourself in the mirror jagi? You’re literally the definition of cute.”

Now it was my turn to snort, my hands cupped his rosy cheeks as he leaned in my palm, “Stop being cheesy Joonie.”

“Can’t help it when it comes to you.” He placed a very soft kiss on my lips, letting it linger for a few seconds. My heart combusted at the action, senses fogging as I lost myself in the feeling of his soft lips on mine.

“I got you something to eat.” I said pulling away and getting up. Picking up the bag of muffins, I threw them in his lap and sprawled across the small couch.

He opened the bag and whistled,”You know me too well.”

He immediately started munching on the muffins, now looking much more relaxed under the dim lights of his studio.

“You can’t keep doing this you know.”

“Doing what?” His voice came out muffled as he chewed on the delicious muffin.

“Neglecting your health, overworking, stressing too damn much.”

“I don’t do it purposefully.” He grumbled, brows furrowing.

“I know baby.” I turn to my side and fold my arm, plopping my head on my palm.”But you have to take care of yourself Joon, your heath should be the priority.”

He wiped his hands against the back of his sweats and came towards me. In the next second, I was squeezed below Namjoon’s body.

I squealed, “What the fuck are you doing?! Namjoon!”

“Hmm” He mumbled as his arms circled around my figure and pulled me closer to him, if that was even possible.

“Get up Joonie.” I whined from under him.

“No” He grumbled, placing his head on my chest, his long legs draped over mine.

“We’re too big for this couch Namjoon.”

“Doesn’t matter, just wanna be close to you.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I repeated his words in my head. He was too good to me, I didn’t deserve an angel like him. I shifted underneath him and he whined in return.

“닥쳐 (shut up), I’m trying to get comfortable.”

He hummed.

I smiled to myself.

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Namjoon’s cute attempt to confess

Namjoon fluff x reader

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff

Summary: Even if you were awkward, Joon luckily knew exactly how to strike a conversation with you. But, your feelings for each other were undeniable and conversation wasn't always necessary to happen, if you know what I mean.

Word count: 697

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Sitting on the couch next to Joon could calm anyone down.

This man’s aura is something else. This man can solve all your problems. This man… UGH HE’S JUST SO PERFECT AND I HAVE THE MOST STUPID CRUSH ON HIM!

Sitting on the couch next to Joon is fun even if you’re not doing anything. 

At the moment we were watching a movie, which is technically doing something, even though we didn’t speak at all.

He looked so interested in watching this movie. It’s a damn Harry Potter movie and he fucking acted like he’s never seen it before. We’ve watched this movie together around 5 times, exactly because it’s my favorite one. I mean the ‘Sectumsempra’ scene with Drako got me in tears the first time. And when Harry said to Snape “I trusted you” in that pained voice… wow I felt that. But seriously why did he have to act so surprised?

The movie was finally over. I had been dying too pee, but didn’t want to leave Joon’s warm presence. Well it was just his arm around my shoulder but still, for me it was a big step.

I was never good at initiating things and always made myself look dumb in front of my crushes. I’ve gotten in relationships before and I swear and I don’t know how this miracle happened, but I knew for a fact that I had no chance with him.

I went back to the living room, Joon was still were I left him.  He gave me a small smile as I sat down next to him, awkwardly sitting inches away from where I was creating a small distance between us. Stupid me should have been more brave.

“So… what should we do?” I asked

“Um if we start another movie, it will end late and you have work tomorrow. You have to get more sleep and wake early.” He reminded. Man fuck Thursdays. (I tried to write it 3 times my brain stopped working and I wrote Thrustdays and thurstdays)

“Right…” I trailed off.

“We could just, sit here and talk.” Namjoon offered.

“Yeah” I once again trailed off. Why the hell am I so awkward?

Luckily this perfect man (that performance will be the death of me) next to me started a conversation.

One hour passed, two hours almost passed. The lights were still dim, as the both of us were bored and didn’t want to get up and turn on the light. DIM THE LIGHTS NOW BABE(in out in out in out)

We were laughing about a thing, I don’t even remember what it was.

I rested my head on his shoulder trying to stop laughing.

As I raised my head, our eyes locked and I had to force myself to keep the eye contact and not look away blushing. I failed terribly.

The smile left Namjoon’s face, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders pulling me closer. He tapped under my chin, to make me look at him.

He pressed his forehead against mine and nuzzled his nose with mine.  I almost fainted. I know where this is going and I’m not ready.

But I was late. His face moved lower and he pressed his lips against mine.

I could practically hear my heart skip a beat. (Listen to my heart beat. it’s beating for you (BEAT!) 2pm- Heartbeat)

Our lips moved against each other’s. I wanted to remember this moment. It was my first kiss with Joon. It was way better than any other kiss.

He placed his hand behind my neck, deepening the kiss and I shyly put my hand on his cheek.

My back was now against the couch and he had turned his body almost hovering over me.

We only pulled back to breath. We didn’t want to stop. It was obvious to the both of us that we wanted this for so long.

When we finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against mine, panting.  He took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers.

“I’ve liked you for so long.” His voice sent shivers down my spine

“So did I, Joonie” He smiled at the nickname and gave me another peck before pulling me closer. 

It was later than what I was expecting, when I reached home. Joon gave me a small goodbye kiss and went back to his house.

I’m sure I’ll not get any sleep tonight.

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I love making puns in the things I write, but sometimes they kill the mood a bit, aye?

Amortentia

Namjoon hogwarts Au x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them.” But what happens when your Amortentia smells just like your best friend?

Word count: 1.3k (1313)

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"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them."

The sweet voice of a Ravenclaw student echoed in the big classroom.

“That’s right. 10 points to Ravenclaw!” The cheery voice of Professor Slughorn was heard and the quiet student smiled at his words.

“Now, I have to admit, the curious faces, the small smiles and the silly giggling coming from students is always a nice thing to see, but you have to be careful with this. It is really powerful and can cause even obsession! So I would advise you, to not try to give it to the person you’re interested in. But, I just have to do this. Um, (y/n), would you like to be the person to smell it and explain what it smells like to you?” He ended with a sweet smile.

I looked to my right, to see my friend, Namjoon, smiling at my flustered face. Although I’m a Slytherin, I get super shy when called in class by a teacher. It’s probably because I don’t like failing and I’m never sure of my answer in the first place. As I looked straight into Namjoon’s eyes, I calmed myself thinking that there wasn’t a wrong answer and I could easily lie. But a feeling in my stomach, anxiety, was eating me up. What if it smelled like a person I knew? Like a student, a roommate or worse A TEACHER? Hell what am I thinking? It’s going to be okay! Plus I probably look like an idiot.

Namjoon realized I was lost in my thoughts, so he placed his hand on my back, slightly pushing me towards the teacher.

I was shook awake from my thoughts by his action, a blush on my face, as I tried to mask my embarrassment.

Professor Slughorn still had the sweet smile on his face, as he ushered me to smell the poison.

I bent a little and sniffled the aroma of it.

“Could you describe the smell to your classmates, (y/n)?” Professor asked.

“Um” I trailed off trying to identify the smell.

My eyes widened and stared right into Namjoon’s eyes, before answering.

“It smells like lemons, the smell of a new book, a new magazine and something else but I’m not really sure…” I can’t just tell the whole class that it smells like Namjoon.

“I think it’s like mint, mixed with the smell of the sea” I finished.

“Aw excellent (y/n)! Now, students, why don’t you open your books, you have enough time to make it and finish it!” He added and I got next to Namjoon.

“So…a mix of mint and sea but I’m not really sure” He mimicked my voice.

“That’s not how I said it!” I whined.

“Right, but it was too specific to not be really sure, am I right?”

“Um…” I trailed off.

“What were you trying to avoid, hm?” He wiggled his eyebrow suggestively at me, smirking.

“Nothing, Joonie, let’s just make the damn love potion.” I blushed. I was beyond embarrassed at this point and tried to avoid his gaze.

“Oh, I’ll make you say it. You can’t be hiding these things from me. You have to tell me who your crush is!” He whined, but continued making the potion. Actually, he seemed to have already almost finished it, while I was too embarrassed to even think of what to do.

“And… Done!” Namjoon exclaimed with a smile after two minutes and I was almost halfway through.

“I’ll wait for you to finish it, before smelling it.” He added before I could say anything.

“Ah…you read my thoughts” I sighed and went back to making it.

After fifteen minutes, I was finally done. Now we had like five minutes left, so quickly, both Joon and I bent to smell our potions.

“It smells the same as I said before. What does it smell like for you, Joonie?” What if it doesn’t smell like me? But what do I even smell like? Oh my god!

“Um, well, you see, it’s um,” he seemed to panic a little.

“Ah great kids! It seems like you both finished it! You can collect your things now, class is almost over” Professor’s voice came from behind Joon, startling him.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Namjoon, I didn’t mean to startle you” Professor apologized.

“What is it Joonie? Is it the girl that explained what Amortentia is? You always look interested whenever she speaks.” I pressed.

“What? No! It’s hard to identify, that’s only it.” But he knew he didn’t sound convincing.

The bell rang and Namjoon almost knocked everything off, on his way to leave the classroom. We didn’t share any other period for today, so I would have to wait to see him in the afternoon.

I sighed.

What could he possibly have smelled? The overly-optimistic part of me kept telling me that he smelled me, but the more logical part of my head said it was just me being extra. The possibilities clouded my mind all day to the point I couldn’t even focus on my favorite classes.  It wasn’t until late that afternoon, when I just couldn’t take it. I had to see him and ask him. I knew Namjoon would either be in the library, or practicing Quidditch with his 6 good friends. (Yeah I had to search it up and luckily the players are seven)

I walked by the library, but I was sure it was closed by now. And my theory was confirmed, there was no one there. So I have to head to the quidditch pitch then.

And there he was, on his broom, playing and laughing with his friends. He looked so peaceful around them, so happy. He enjoyed spending time with them, to the point where I was always confused as to why he would hang out with me, if he had such incredible friends.

“(y/n)” Jungkook yelled and I thought he had seen me.

“What? Where?” Namjoon was distracted so Jimin easily got the point from him.

“This is unfair!” Namjoon whined.

“Namjoonie’s crush is getting out of hand” Seokjin teased.

“Stop!” Namjoon whined and then his eyes widened as he spotted me.

“(Y/n)!” He said flew down.

I slowly walked towards him.

“Tell me, what did you hear exactly?” He seemed panicked.

“Enough to know that this feeling is mutual” I was blushing as I could hear the whistles coming from Jungkook and Hoseok yelling at him for being annoying.

“I’m sorry about them, but wait…did you say mutual?” He has a relieved look on his face.

“Yes Joonie, I like you too” I sighed. I tried to avoid his gaze thinking he would reject me.

“So it was me that you smelled in the Amortentia!” He giggled.

“Yeah, you never really explained what you smelled though…” I trailed off.

“Um, strawberry, flowers, a new book, and you, which means more flowers” He giggled blushing probably as hard as I was.

“Come on just kiss her!” Yoongi’s annoyed voice was loud.

Namjoon sighed. “I’m sor-” but before he could finish, I cut him off with a kiss.

His eyes widened, but he soon kissed me back. The loud cheers of his friends filled our ears, but it was like nothing else mattered. He let out a sigh, pressing his hand on the back of my neck deepening the kiss and I placed my hands on his shoulders. I felt him smile in the kiss, as he angled his head to the right.

After a few seconds we pulled away. He placed his forehead against mine and giggled.

“What?” I smiled.

“I forgot to tell you, but it smelled like Jungkook so this is why I panicked in the class, but I soon realized you use the same shampoo” Namjoon added.

God, I love this boy.

You really don’t catch hints, aye?

Librarian! and former student! Namjoon x student!reader 

Warnings: None

Genre: Idk, nothing?

Summary: Namjoon is just a librarian, but when he sees you struggling with studying he offers to help. However, it seems as if he really can’t catch your hints of flirting with him.

A/N: Joonie really looks like he can’t catch on with things like this

Word count: 844

“What the heck is this and when the fuck was I taught this?”

I yelled, momentarily forgetting I was in a library.

“Fuck” I whispered expecting to be kicked out.

A young man, probably one of the librarians here, approached me and I got ready to pack my things and find another place to go when I want to study, but he just sat opposite of me.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll collect my things and I’m not allowed to come back here.” I mumbled and opened my bag to put my books in.

He grabbed my hand, gently, stopping my actions.

“No, I’m here to help. But seriously, you need to be quiet.” He said with a small smile. 

He has such a calming voice.

“Help? I’m doing homework, for uni, are you sure you can help?” and he seemed offended at my comment.

“I finished this uni 2 years ago! I know this stuff!” He whined and pulled my book towards him.

“How do you know which uni I’m in?” I asked a little creeped out.

“I told you, I finished this uni two years ago, you were a student back then and I had seen you around the campus and here.” He shyly admitted and I felt bad, because I never noticed him, but also because how the fuck didn’t I notice a dude this handsome?

“Oh, right. So, you think you can help me with this? Mr Lee is teaching us this.” I said hopefully.

“Of course, it used to be my favorite class, but I gotta admit, Mr Lee is terrible at teaching it, and makes it seem boring.” He said and turned to book towards me again.

“Look at this,” He pointed at something he had underlined. “This is really helpful, and you can use it in every question he gives you. He actually loves this so much, he will lower your grade if you don’t use it, because ‘it’s easy and only dumb people avoid it!’ So go on.” He slid some white papers for me to do calculations there.

I started solving the homework I was given, surprised at how fast I solved them.

“No, no, no, read this carefully.” The man, who I realized I didn’t even know his name, pointed at the last and hardest of the exercises.

“It clearly says the same thing as every other question!” I whined.

“No, it clearly says the opposite!” He pointed out.

I stuck my tongue out, not wanting to admit I was wrong. He sighed and shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips.

“There, done!” I exclaimed, checking phone, only to see it took me an hour. I was pleasantly surprised.

“See? It only took you an hour for that many questions and exercises!” He looked so proud of me.

“Thank you so much, um…” I trailed off expecting him to tell me his name but he didn’t really catch on.

“What?” He asked confused.

“Um, your name?” I shyly asked. And he looked so embarrassed.

“Ah, Namjoon, but most people call me just Joon, as a nickname.” He said.

“Imma be unique and call you Joonie.” I said with a giggle, collecting my things.

“That’s not unique, but I’m cool with it.” He once again talked back and got up slowly.

“Well, Joonie, you really seem like a know-it-all.” I sassily said and zipped my bag and placed it on my shoulder.

“Oh, do I?” He teased. “Yes.” I giggled wanting to drop this subject.

“Seriously though, Joonie, thank you so much for your help. I don’t know how to pay you back.” I said giving him a hint to lead the conversation on.

Please ask me out, please ask me out!

“You don’t have to pay me back, I felt like doing it and I did it.” He said and I frowned disappointed.

This boy is either oblivious, or he just doesn’t like me.

“You really don’t catch hints, aye?” I teased and shook my head.

“What?” He looked genuinely confused and I wanted to hit my head on a wall.

If he can’t ask me out, I will.

“I’ll treat you coffee, when are you free from work?” I bluntly asked and pulled out my phone for his phone number.

“Oh, you really don’t have to, but I have Thursdays and weekends free.” He replied, cheeks blushing, and he looked like a woman that doesn’t know how to put make up on. (Every teacher at school)

He typed his number in and handed me my phone back.

“I’ll call you, because if I let you do it, you’ll probably never do it.” I teased and he blushed harder.

We walked towards the door both silent, his coworker having a teasing smile on his face.

“Bye Joonie, call me.” I blew a kiss, really not wanting to make him look dumb to his coworker.

“Of course.” He said with a teasing smile.

I left the library, heading home, texting Joonie a “you finally caught on” with a wink emoji.

Ahh, he’s gonna be the death of me.

~~~~~~~

comment your thoughts xxx

BTS Fic Recs / To Read

purely because i am trying to keep track of what i have read and want to read in the future lol.

‼️18+ minors DNI, if you choose to anyways, PLEASE be careful. try to heed our warnings, we have them for a reason‼️

key/guide at the bottom of the post :)

ive come to the realisation it is ALL smut.. my bad

i will also be making a part 2 as i can only tag 50 ppl per post

set me free chap 7 YG to read

on with the show RM to read

haunted house JHOPE to read

mine JK to read

our beloved summer JK to read

borathae kinktober to read

neon sign YG to read

until i found you JK to read

9 months to fall in love SJ to read

believe it JM to read

sticks and stones YG to read

diving chapter 15 JK to read

epitaph KT to read

you who never arrived YG to read

turn back time SJ to read

undone business JK to read

not even a mouse YG to read

sonic rain JHOPE to read

business proposal RM to read

fake love JK to read

AAOLAASOF chap 14 JK to read

on tilt RM to read

nonsense JM to read

room for rent to read

work hard play harder YG to read

under the blankets JK to read

sweet dreams JK to read

cat-astrophe JK to read

thirteen rounds JK to read

not my fault JK to read

all i want JK to read

i was on a JK tangent 💀💀

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Stargazing | Kim Namjoon

🌑pairing | Kim Namjoon x gn!reader 🌘genre | fluff 🌗word count | 477 🌖includes | idk this is just pure fluff cause Joon makes me soft ;-;

🌕blurb | Namjoon did most of the talking as he pointed out the different constellations and explained their use in navigation, as well as any myths tied to the stars. His deep voice sounded so soothing and would have lulled you to sleep if not for the cool breeze that shocked you awake each times it danced through your hair.

When you arrived at the park, it took you a few minutes to find Namjoon. He was sprawled out on a hill overlooking the Han River, his long legs stretched out comfortably as he stared up at the starry sky. He was lost in thought and didn’t notice your presence until you leaned over him.

“You made it.” He craned his neck back and frowned thoughtfully at your full arms. “What’s all this?

You shrugged, careful not to jostle the drinks in your hands. “It’s a little cold tonight, so I brought some hot chocolate. And I figured a blanket would be nicer to sit on than the grass.”

“Ah, you’re always so thoughtful,” Namjoon said with a smile. “Here, let me help.” He got up and took the blanket, spreading it out with a flourish before he sat down. You took a seat next to him and handed over his drink.

The hot chocolate kept your hands warm and stopped your teeth from chattering. Namjoon did most of the talking as he pointed out the different constellations and explained their use in navigation, as well as any myths tied to the stars. His deep voice sounded so soothing and would have lulled you to sleep if not for the cool breeze that shocked you awake each times it danced through your hair.

“Isn’t it fascinating that we’re looking up at constellations used by nomadic people thousands of years ago?” Namjoon mused. “They were able to know so much about the world around them just by looking up at the stars.” He turned to look at you, his face serious but his eyes shining brightly.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re a fallen star,” he said softly. “You came out of nowhere, a guiding light to show us our way through life when we were lost without a map. I’ll always be grateful for your guidance.”

He flashed his dimples at you, and you hoped it was dark enough for him not to notice the blush that crept along your cheeks. Namjoon seemed hellbent on giving you a heart attack, as he also reached out to cover your hand with his.

“Ah, your skin is like ice! Should we head back to the dorms?”

You shook your head. “No! I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve had time to just sit and talk. I don’t want it to end yet.”

Namjoon considered your words for a few moments, his eyes sharp and serious. He eventually nodded, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. “Just a few more minutes, then,” he compromised, “but after that, we’ll head back and get you warmed up.” He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to share his warmth. You rested your head against his chest as the two of you now sat in silence, savoring the moment.

A/N: Joonie just makes me soft, alright? ;-;

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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.

Silk and Fire - Chapter 4

pairing: namjoon x f.reader , jungkook x f. reader

guest starring: ot7, Camille, Seri (new character)

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

status: ongoing

word count: 3.1k

You can read about this story and other chapters here.

warnings: drinking, sex shop, sex toys, drinking games, thigh riding, finger sucking, cheating, kissing (lmk if I missed anything)

“I told you to wake me up whenever you couldn’t sleep,” Namjoon’s soft voice echoes in your head while he prepares tea for you. 

The knot tied in your throat won’t let you breathe properly as the adrenaline from finding pleasure in what's forbidden keeps finding ways of pushing you toward Jungkook’s arms. You couldn’t stop thinking about him. How could you? If that man’s velvety voice alone had turned you on in such a way that made you betray your instincts and let him talk you into cuming so hard through the phone, what other lustful things would he be able to do in a dark room when it's only the two of you? 

You press your thighs together in an attempt to quiet those heated thoughts. After all, Jungkook was just a fantasy and your boyfriend was right here in front of you. He pours tea and warm milk into your favourtie mug and then drizzles it with honey. A bit leaks from the bottle and Namjoon picks it with his finger and that same finger then goes to your lips. He expects you to lick it, but not to suck it as you are doing right now. Your precious lips wrapped around his honey-covered finger, tongue pressing on it as you suck and suck his finger making Namjoon gasp. 

“Shit, babe,” he clears his throat. “Are you playing with me?” 

You shake your head and release his finger. Now there is an evident problem inside of your boyfriend’s pants. 

“Drink your tea, you need to sleep. We are expected at Hobi’s later tonight. You’re coming right?” 

Your heart skips a beat and you pull him into a kiss. It is not one of those desperate, sinful kisses. Your lips are pressed to his. They’re firm, but you still feel him. You feel how he smiles against your lips, his body bringing you closer to him and your hands travel to his hair. 

“Mmmmm,” you say delightedly. This is home, this is where you’re supposed to be. You want to hug Namjoon and never let him go, to be honest, you are scared of what you would do if you let go. 

Namjoon breaks the kiss and his lips curve into a smile. The smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place, dimples showing and his eyes sparkling as they look into yours. He watches you as you drink your tea. Sweet and warm, relaxing your muscles and releasing the tension built up by that phone call with Jungkook. 

Shit, Jungkook. You make a wish silently for that sinful carnal moment to never cross your mind again and once you are cuddling in bed with your boyfriend you remember. You are both expected at Hobi’s later. Will Jungkook be there? 

It was a simple, basic thing, you thought. Texting Jungkook is not a big deal, it shouldn’t be, you just want to know if he will be there tonight. Why? You always liked to know what exactly to expect. So you go to your last call entry and decide to save the number as “JK”. You take a deep breath before your fingers tap your screen writing a friendly “hi (:” and pressing send, which you immediately regret. What was with the happy face? Was “good morning” better than “hi”? You put your phone down, there’s no way you’re going to obsess over some silly little meaningless fantasy. 

You eat your lunch in your office as sometimes you do when busy, however, there is no response from Jungkook. How dare he bring you to such a state at ungodly hours of the night just to not text you back the next day. You are doing the one thing you promised you wouldn’t do, you are overthinking because of Jeon Jungkook. But wasn’t he satisfied? Wasn’t he pleased? Your thoughts are interrupted by your phone’s buzzing. 

With your heart racing you reach to it only to see Camille’s name pop up on the screen. She’s video-calling you. 

“Hello?” you say as you bring a big spoonful of food to your mouth. 

“Hey!” Camille takes a pause to read your look. “You looked annoyed, am I interrupting something?” 

“Not at all,” you say after swallowing. 

“I hope I am not close to your work, wanna help me shop for something honeymoon related?” she raises an eyebrow. 

“That sounds like a great idea, actually,” anything to keep your mind off Jungkook not replying. 

“See you in ten.” Camille winks and ends the call. 

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You wonder how you did not expect this, but you find yourself in a sex shop. It’s not your first time there, you’ve even come here with Camille before. Nonetheless, due to your current state of horniness and an apparent addiction to the forbidden, you find it now hard not to think about sex and Jungkook. 

“Oh and I can't keep these with me, I want to surprise Yoongi,” she puts a butt plug with a very soft-looking tail attached to the little basket you’re holding. 

“Since when have you used these?” you laugh. 

“It’s a little thing we like to do every now and then,” she purrs. 

“Stop it,” but you can’t stop laughing. 

“Now, babes, you would look smokin’ hot in these…” 

Bright red, lace, see-through. Camille takes the lingerie and places it on top of your work clothes. You replace her hands with yours, picturing you wearing only this. How the panties would accentuate your ass, the pattern of the bra creating friction on your sensitive nipples, now hardened by the mere look on Jungkook’s face. Camille moves towards the back of the shop and as you refocus your sight you see the flash of his smile way too fast, eyes covered by his long, fluffy hair. 

Jungkook? 

But it seems like he is gone in the blink of an eye and now Camille adds more items to your little basket, completely unaware of the shock in your face. But was that really him? You can’t go and find out. It would be weird, besides, what would he do in a place like this? Scratch that. You know exactly what he would do in a place like this. 

You take a look at the new items in your little basket, a black crotchless thong and a ring vibrator. Camille likes to try new things, maybe that is what you’re missing in your life. Seeing the ring vibrator makes you feel instantly hot and agitated. Before you can filter your thoughts they are already picturing you on top of your newest fantasy, Jungkook. Your new red lingerie is set on the floor as you ride him, the ring vibrator hitting your clit every time you bounce on his manhood. The prominent veins of his cock dragging along the sides of your walls as they clench around him, the aftermath of raw, magnificent pleasure. His hands are on your hips guiding you to the thing you want the most, to cum on his cock. 

“Babes, you okay?” thank god for Camille’s intervention, you could have started moaning any minute. 

“Yeah… I– forget the lingerie set, I think it’s not my style,” you lie. 

“Hmmm okay, then how about these?” Camille shows you the cutest bullet vibrator. It is a hot pink colour. “To use with or without Joonie,” she smiles. If she only knew the sinful thoughts that were coursing through your head just now… 

Damn. 

You try to shake any idea and memory of Jungkook from your head. There is a friendly gathering you have to attend with your loving boyfriend, Namjoon. You can’t afford to succumb to the little silly fantasies in your head. It’s not right. It’s not fair. So you take the cute little sex toy from Camille’s hands and decide you’ll take it. Maybe you need to spice things up in order to move on from JK, who still hasn’t responded to your earlier text. 

Friendly gatherings at Hobi’s are always to die for, and this was no exception. Even though it was a small get-together with friends, he just had to be over the top. How couldn’t you love Hoseok? The life of the party with the biggest heart, he is selfless and you appreciate the kindness and warmth he radiates. He was one of the first friends Namjoon ever introduced to you and you got along so well that he insisted you should hang out with the group more. 

So now here you are, Hobi’s house is massive and elegant. The dark curtains that decorate the minimalist living room give a romantic yet dangerous vibe. The fireplace is on, dimly lighting the entire space. A gust of wind creeps in from the opened glass door that leads to the patio. You shiver, but Namjoon’s arms hug you even tighter to him. You breathe in deeply, no sign of Jungkook. 

Jin pats your head and you look up from the spotless, pale gray couch you’re sitting on. A glass flute, topped with the finest champagne. You extend your hand to accept it and Jin rolls his eyes. 

“I’m bored,” he sits opposite you and Namjoon. 

“But you are always bored, even when you are doing something,” Yoongi adds.

Camille and Yoongi stay by the bar. Your friend sits on a stool with her long legs crossed as one of them brushes against his teasingly. In response, he calmly rests his hand on her bare thigh, drawing circles with his thumb. They both casually sip on their neat whisky. 

“What should we do, Jin?” Camille leans forward, curiosity in her eyes. 

“Nah, but why would you ask him that? He will come up with something insane,” Hoseok says, pointing at Jin. “Last time you made us all jump into the pool and I am not doing that again.” 

“Let the man speak,” Namjoon’s voice, deep and raspy, caresses your ear. 

“Okay, okay,” Jin stands where everyone can see him. He is indeed the centre of attention everywhere he goes. Standing tall with his ashy blonde hair slightly curled and parted to the sides. He smirks as he scans the room, making sure everyone’s eyes are on him. “We are playing a drinking game, simple, never have I ever? Who’s in?” 

“I guess I arrived just in time.”

The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand and your heart races in your chest as Jungkook makes an appearance. His black, fluffy hair was now tied, bags framing his face. A leather jacket, casual black T-shirt, black jeans and boots. How can he manage to make such a simple outfit the sexiest thing ever worn? You can’t seem to take your eyes off him as he makes his way around the room greeting everybody. 

“We want to play as well,” Jimin and Taehyung emerge from the staircase. You were wondering where they went. 

“About time you showed up,” Taehyung teasingly hit Jungkook on the shoulder. 

“I know…” he smiles and his eyes find yours. You impulsively look away finding some type of comfort in Namjoon’s arms. 

“Honey, come out here, we’re gonna start the game,” Hobi calls Seri, his latest conquest. You and Camille have had long talks about this, and are rooting so much for them. She is as fun as Hobi so they are just meant to be. 

Seri comes out of the kitchen with a tray of shot glasses. The message is understood, take one before the real fun begins. Hobi gives a quick peck on the cheek once she’s done. 

“Bottoms up everyone!” and the tequila burns your throat but you are grateful for Seri’s act because that’s exactly what you needed. Especially when Jungkook decided to sit on the chair right beside you. You do your best not to turn and see him, but only knowing he is there makes your cunt ache with wanton. 

“Well, now everyone’s ready,” Seri says flashing her perfect white smile and batting her long eyelashes at Hobi. 

“You know the rules, if you’ve done whatever the person in turn says, you drink,” Hoseok raises his champagne flute. “Be nice, everybody… or not.” 

“I’ll start! Jimin says. “Never have I drunk-dialed my ex…” 

Jin, Camille, Hobi, Seri, Jungkook, and you drink. You feel Jungkook’s eyes momentarily on you, but you fight the urge to look back. 

“Okay, my turn!” Seri says from the corner of the room. “Never have I ever kissed more than one person in 24 hours…” 

“Oooohhh…” Hoseok says intrigued looking around the room. 

Taehyung, Jimin, Seri, Jin, and Jungkook drink. 

“Really?” Yoongi laughs looking straight at Jin. 

“Don Juan!” as these words leave your mouth you know the alcohol already kicked in. 

The rest of them laugh as Jin shows off his beautiful face. 

“Please, have you seen me? Yoongi, even you want to kiss me,” Jin blows a kiss to Yoongi. 

He rolls his eyes but catches it. Camille laughs uproariously. It seems the three neat whiskeys she had plus the shot are getting to her. She winks at her fiancé, and Yoongi hugs her from behind, waiting for whoever is next. 

The game goes on and on and it gets spicier, you have to drink a couple of times but not as much as Jimin or Jungkook, who both seem to be handling their alcohol pretty well. 

“My turn,” all eyes are on Jungkook now. 

“Give us a good one!” Namjoon says, and in that moment you want to disappear. 

Jungkook nods, looking at both of you. How you sit now facing him, fearing what words will leave his mouth. Namjoon’s arm possesively around you, as he occasionally leaves little kisses on your temple. Why Namjoon? Why not him? 

“Never have I ever had phone sex,” he lets out a devilish smile. 

Fucking hell. Your eyes widen in horror, you are not sure if you should drink or not, but Jungkook’s eyes don’t leave yours as he takes one big gulp of his drink. 

Yoongi and Camille look at each other. Your friend giggles as she drinks, a secret memory replaying in their minds. 

You slowly bring your drink to your lips as your hands shake, closing your eyes as you welcome the taste of it and how the alcohol burned travelling down your throat. Everyone else drinks but Namjoon. 

“Really? Am I the only one missing out?” he looks at you. “Maybe we gotta try it sometime,” he whispers into your ear and you snap jumping off the couch. 

“I need a bathroom break, I’ll be right back,” you make your way upstairs as fast as you can. 

The hallway upstairs is dark, but the lights from the living room are enough to make it safely to the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, you attempt to calm yourself by taking deep breaths. You have to get out of here, tell Namjoon a silly lie, and walk hand in hand with him out of this madness. You splash a little water on your face and you tell yourself everything is fine. 

This is the plan. You will leave the bathroom and play for 10 more minutes. Then, you will tell Namjoon you are tired and you will leave, no questions asked. Both of you will get safely home and have a lazy morning the next day. That would be perfect. 

You open the door and it is so fast the way he pushes you in and locks the door behind him. 

“What the f–” but one of his hands is on your mouth, and the other one holds you by your lower back. 

“Shhh baby, leave the screaming for when I’m making you feel really good… I wanted to see you alone, sorry for scaring you,” he lowers his hand now, but you are too stunned to speak. Jungkook chuckles. “It was fun out there,” he continues. “Wish it was me holding you tightly,” his hand now moves to cage you between him and the door. 

“Jungkook, please d–” but your words are caught in your mouth as he spreads your legs with his knee and then presses it directly to your core. “Mmmm– fuck…” 

“Yeah, that’s what I want to hear…” he continues rubbing his knee between your legs, your panties getting wetter and wetter. Your nails scratch the door’s surface and you feel Jungkook’s breathing in your ear. “I dreamt of your beautiful moans last night…” 

Now your hips rut against his leg, wanting more of him… but you can’t and it takes all in you to stop. You open your eyes and blink through the tears of pleasure that were already pooling in your eyes. 

You slightly push Jungkook away from you. 

“We can’t… I can’t– and stop following me and you didn’t even answer my text–” 

“You want me to stop, but you are upset about a text? …and are you sure I was following you to the sex shop, wasn’t it a happy coincidence?” he smirks. 

“No, it wasn’t,” you protest but his lips are so close to yours. Those juicy, pierced lips you want on every square inch of your body. “Wait before you go downstairs.” 

So you manage to unlock the door and run back to Namjoon, who is sitting with Jimin and Taehyung now. 

“There she is,” Taehyung gives you a cheesy smile. 

“Leave her alone, don’t you see she is not feeling well. Are you okay, beautiful?” Jimin asks his adorable eyes on yours. 

“Babe you look a bit pale, should we call it a night and go home?” Namjoon stands and puts an arm around you. 

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You are grateful for Namjoon, you have to be. He took care of you last night, helping you take a hot shower and cuddling you to sleep. In the morning he left your breakfast packed and some aspirin in case you had a headache. He is perfect, you can’t do this to him. You comically slam your head against your desk at work. What the fuck are you going to do? 

“Ummm… are you okay?” Marcia interrupts. You nod, it is not the first time your assistant finds you doing something stupid in the “privacy” of your office. 

You take a closer look at Marcia and she carries a medium-sized, flat, black box. It is tied with a black silk ribbon, no card. 

“This is a delivery for you…” she says, leaving the box on your desk. 

“Do we know who sent it?” you ask. Marcia shakes her head. 

“Maybe is from Mr. Kim,” she winks and leaves your office as quietly as she came. 

Your fingers delicately open the box and you let out an audible gasp. Inside, the red lingerie set you saw at the sex shop. 

Bzzz! Your phone vibrates on your desk. 

JK: Hi! I really liked the colour red in you (;

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CHAPTER 4! <3

Silk and Fire

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

summary: you seem to have the perfect relationship, but everything changes when a 'stranger' saves you from a revolving door

status: in progress

warnings: this fic will include smut and cheating. any other warnings will be included in each chapter.

a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

do not copy or translate

also english is not my first language

enjoy! (;

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Silk and Fire - Chapter 5 (Preview)

because I am impatient af and this is not ready yet, here's a preview (:

pairing: namjoon x f.reader , jungkook x f. reader

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

status: ongoing

You can read about this story and other chapters here.

warnings: smut as soon as the chapter starts --

It’s been two weeks. 

Two weeks since you’ve seen or heard from Jungkook, or anyone from the group, even Camille. You decided you should fill your days and nights with that one person, your one and only, your significant other, Namjoon. It was a mistake to let Jungkook trap you in Hoseok’s guest bathroom like that. You should have never let him touch you, the way you basically melted under his touch was wrong. Very wrong. 

So now here you are, feeling another man’s touch. Your man. Lazy make-out sessions with Namjoon are a slice of heaven on Earth. The way his fingertips dance on your skin creating patterns along your arms and thighs is mesmerising and you are drunk on him. His essence, his smell, his lips on yours… Everything about Namjoon is warm and safe, it’s home. 

The sun barely creeps into your shared bedroom, your curtain blinds blocking most of the light. Namjoon smiles against your lips as your hands palm his very evident erection. 

“What’s with you lately?” he asks, but continues kissing you. 

“Mmmmm… nothing. What do you mean?” you lie, you know exactly what he means. 

“You are all over me lately. Am I being rewarded for something?” 

“… being the best boyfriend ever,” you reply and kiss him deeply. Not letting him question anything else. 

Namjoon surrenders to you, his strong hands slightly pushing you down to the bed. Pepper kisses land on your jaw, your neck and shoulders. He strips you off your pyjamas and the look on his face when you are completely naked under him is glorious. Lips curved into a smile, his adoring eyes turn dark with lust as he moves his mouth to your core. 

Namjoon starts slowly and temptingly, his dangerous tongue licking your entrance, taking his time. He goes all the way to your clit, subtly sucking on it and then his attention is returned to your needy cunt. He hums in approval as he tastes your arousal, your folds already covered in it. It’s the most perfect nectar to his lips. 

“I wanna drown right here,” he dips his tongue inside your warm cunt. His tongue, expert on how to make you cum again and again, goes in and out of you as his nose presses on your clit with every movement. 

Namjoon spits in your hole, a combination of his saliva and your juices make squelching sounds as he adds two fingers inside you. 

“Fuck, Joonie…” you let a breathy moan out. 

With his fingers curling inside you, the tension in your lower stomach grows and your pussy clenches around his fingers.

“Not yet, babe, I want you to cum with me.”

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no but the namjoon smut scene i just wrote for silk and fire made me fucking sweat— i feel like i’ve never written something like this 🙃🙃🙃

Silk and Fire - Chapter 5

pairing: namjoon x f.reader , jungkook x f. reader

summary: you try to spend all of your time with namjoon but things go south once jungkook shows up at your house

word count: 3.3k

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

status: ongoing

You can read about this story and other chapters here.

warnings: use and mentions of alcohol, cheating, consensual intercourse, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (pls don't), cursing, mentions of jealousy, reader goes to a bar, LGBTQ+ themes.

It’s been two weeks. 

Two weeks since you’ve seen or heard from Jungkook, or anyone from the group, even Camille. You decided you should fill your days and nights with that one person, your one and only, your significant other, Namjoon. It was a mistake to let Jungkook trap you in Hoseok’s guest bathroom like that. You should have never let him touch you, the way you basically melted under his touch was wrong. Very wrong. 

So now here you are, feeling another man’s touch. Your man. Lazy make-out sessions with Namjoon are a slice of heaven on Earth. The way his fingertips dance on your skin creating patterns along your arms and thighs is mesmerising and you are drunk on him. His essence, his smell, his lips on yours… Everything about Namjoon is warm and safe, it’s home. 

The sun barely creeps into your shared bedroom, your curtain blinds blocking most of the light. Namjoon smiles against your lips as your hands palm his very evident erection. 

“What’s with you lately?” he asks but continues kissing you. 

“Mmmmm… nothing. What do you mean?” you lie, you know exactly what he means. 

“You are all over me lately. Am I being rewarded for something?” 

“… being the best boyfriend ever,” you reply and kiss him deeply. Not letting him question anything else. 

Namjoon surrenders to you, his strong hands slightly pushing you down to the bed. Pepper kisses land on your jaw, your neck and shoulders. He strips you off your pyjamas and the look on his face when you are completely naked under him is glorious. Lips curved into a smile, his adoring eyes turn dark with lust as he moves his mouth to your core. 

Namjoon starts slowly and temptingly, his dangerous tongue licking your entrance, taking his time. He goes all the way to your clit, subtly sucking on it and then his attention is returned to your needy cunt. He hums in approval as he tastes your arousal, your folds already covered in it. It’s the most perfect nectar to his lips. 

“I wanna drown right here,” he dips his tongue inside your warm cunt. His tongue, expert on how to make you cum again and again, goes in and out of you as his nose presses on your clit with every movement. 

Namjoon spits in your hole, a combination of his saliva and your juices make squelching sounds as he adds two fingers inside you. 

“Fuck, Joonie…” you let a breathy moan out. 

With his fingers curling inside you, the tension in your lower stomach grows and your pussy clenches around his fingers.

“Not yet, babe, I want you to cum with me.” 

Namjoon slips his fingers out of you making you whine at your now empty cunt. But that ends when he licks his fingers and then places them over your parted lips. Your tongue mimics what he did before, however, you end up sucking your boyfriend’s fingers, tasting yourself in the process. 

You take off his boxer shorts and your entire body seems to be on fire when Namjoon’s cock springs free. His red tip begging for attention and he is hard, you don’t want him inside you, you need him inside you. 

Spreading your legs you welcome him to enter you. This hand taps your thigh for you to wrap your legs around him. The tip of his cock grazes your clit and you are done with the teasing. Taking the matter into your own hands, you reach Namjoon’s rock-hard cock and you guide it to your entrance. Both of you moan as he completely sinks into you. 

Deep and slow, his cock glides in but not entirely out of you, keeping your cunt full– so full of him. The feeling is so good, so pleasurable, it is hard for you to form a coherent sentence. Your full focus is grabbing Namjoon’s ass, pulling him as close to you as possible. You want to feel every single inch of him. How a veiny cock pulsates inside you, making you scream for it, scream for him. 

Your hands, desperate now, reach for Namjoon’s hair, pulling him into yet another kiss that goes from sweet to sloppy. His lips and tongue land on your jawline, chin, and back to your lips as your hips now raise to meet with his. The groans that were once stuck in his throat are now very audible as you both increase the speed at which you chase your climaxes. 

“You gonna cum with me, babe? You close?” he says in your ear, his voice incredibly low and hoarse. 

“Yesyesyes… make me cum,” you leave little kisses on his neck. 

As your climax approaches you shut your eyes, heightening the feeling of your boyfriend’s weight on top of you and the little moans he lets out as he fucks you. Namjoon’s hips thrust hard and as you open your eyes, tears fall. You cry as a string of curses leave your lips, you are cuming, harder than last night. Harder than yesterday and harder than the day before that. 

“Babe, fuck– ugh fuckfuck!” Namjoon cums with a muffled moan as he plants kisses to your temple and cheek. 

Namjoon looks at you, cock softening, his load buried in you. His lips curve in a smile, eyes again lovingly scanning your face, trying to read your expression. You can’t help but cover your eyes with your hands. You’ve decided to restrict yourself to only interacting with Namjoon these two weeks because he deserves the world. Your little JK thing had to stop. Nevertheless, you can’t shake the thought of the red lingerie set he sent you, which is now hidden in your side of the cupboard.

Guilt makes your skin crawl, but that goes away when after such a mind-blowing orgasm, Namjoon gives you a chaste kiss on the lips. You could stay here forever, but that was not the case. 

After a long hot shower together, it dawned on you that you couldn’t stay in this Namjoon bubble forever. Someday you had to face reality and that day was today. Namjoon is going away, on a business trip, and even though your love for him is real, you don’t trust yourself. 

“Do you really, really need to go? Can’t you have a video call or something?” you sit on the couch watching as he puts his luggage near the door. 

“I do need to go. Only three days ok, babe?” he gives you a smile. That beautiful smile warms your heart and makes you swoon. 

“Okay three days,” you reply. 

Namjoon walks to you and cups your face. He lets the image of you engrave on his brain for the days he is going to be away. He wishes he were more present, he really cherished these two weeks where it felt like the two of you just started dating, but he just had to leave. So he pulls you into a kiss, firmly pressing his lips to yours. 

As you wave goodbye, you feel that heaviness in your chest and you just know it is time to go back to bed. Trying to sleep it off might help, after all, and there is nothing urgent that needs to get done. 

Your bed is cold as you climb on it. Has it always been this cold? You make yourself comfortable, putting pillows around you in an attempt to feel less lonely. Blinds now closed, you let yourself sleep, trusting that three days will fly by. 

The subconscious never lies and it loves to play tricks on one’s mind, and you are no exception. Your dreams get steamier and you are not exactly aware of what’s going on. There are hands all over your body. One specifically makes its way to your mouth, getting two tattooed fingers in it making you moan as drool starts to fall down your chin. You feel the opposite side of your bed sink at the weight of your new companion. 

With your eyes still closed, your hand reaches the body that now lays beside you. 

“Jungkook?” your voice is sleepy and tired. 

“Jungkook!?” Camille answers perplexed. 

Your eyes rapidly open at the sound of your best friend’s voice. A rush of thoughts comes to your head, thinking about how to excuse yourself. 

“I– I just…” 

“It’s time to stop your personal house arrest. We are going out,” she pats your head and wink. 

“Ugh… honestly, Cam, you scared me,” you rub your eyes, trying to fully wake up. It’s been hours since Namjoon left. Where did time go?

“I miss you, I haven’t seen you in forever. I know you miss Joon and all, but we have a date, and people are expecting us,” Camille hops off the bed and starts going through your clothes which hang perfectly neatly on your side of the cupboard. 

You decide to get up, there is no fighting Camille. Besides, you could use the distraction. 

“Ooh but what do we have here? Oh My God, babes, you got it!” 

Your head spins so fast to find Camille with the delicate red lace underwear in her hands. Yes, Jungkook’s gift. 

“Ummm, yes,” you lie. “I got it,” you make your way to her and put them back in their hiding place. 

“Well, put some makeup on. We leave in 20!”.

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For the entire cab ride you kept asking Camille what was she up to and she didn’t reveal much. You figured you would go to a bar and she would make you dance your worries away. The good thing is you were actually right, in a way. To your surprise, you were joining two lovely people at the bar. 

“So why did you put yourself on house arrest?” with a smirk drawn on his lips he sips his drink. 

“She said she just didn’t feel like going out,” Jimin answers Taehyung the same question for the nth time, earning an eye roll from him. 

“Okay, okay. But we were looking forward to seeing you! You know you are my favourite,” Taehyung winks at you playfully. 

“I thought I was your favourite,” Camille comes back to the table with drinks… 8 shots to be exact. How did she manage to carry these? It will always remain a mystery. 

“No, you’re my favourite,” Jimin adds laughing. 

Camille sweetly kisses his cheek and then proceeds to give each one of you two shots. 

“Don’t ask what’s in them, just drink. Cheers!” 

You watch as everyone takes their shots, grateful for this moment where you truly feel blissful. For the first time in days, you don’t feel anxious or guilty. Namjoon has great friends, despite his agitated life. It would be wrong if you ruined everything. You have no idea how you could forgive yourself if you did anything remotely close to breaking that man’s heart. These sober thoughts get mixed with the alcohol in your system as more drinks come to the table. 

“Let’s dance?” Taehyung extends his hand to you. 

You can feel the alcohol slightly teasing your brain now. The vibration of the music gives you goosebumps, and the lights are a tad bit brighter. Accepting Tehyung’s hand, you are guided by him to the dance floor where other groups of friends and couples are dancing. A couple catches your attention as they seductively make out right in front of you. The two men shamelessly grope their bodies together not minding the crowd around them. 

“You know them?” Taehyung’s voice is in your ear now. 

“No,” you resume your dancing. 

Taehyung keeps his careful eyes on you the entire time, making sure you don’t bump into anyone else. His hands are carefully on your waist as he spins you to the music. You look back at the couple who are not less handsy. The temperature seems to rise by the second when you feel a pair of eyes looking intently. Jimin’s eyes look at you from the table as he takes another shot with Camille. His expressionless face makes you turn to Taehyung. 

“Is he… jealous?” you ask. 

“He is always jealous, don’t worry,” he laughs. There is a spark in his eyes and now you understand why everyone is so obsessed with these two. 

From the distance, you see another girl approach Camille. Are they friends? She seems a bit too handsy. 

“Shall we head back?” you ask and Taehyung is already leading the way back to the table. 

“...yeah, sorry but I’m engaged,” Camille says a bit too loud showing off her ring. “You’re gorgeous by the way!”

The girl in the pixie haircut apologises and joins a group of people on the dance floor. It seems she does know the hot steamy couple you saw earlier. 

“You are getting married and still have people flirt with you,” Jimin says with his eyes glued on Taehyung who pretends to not notice such an intense glare. 

“What can I say… I still have it, but I am joining your chosen family forever,” Camille pokes Jimin on the shoulder. 

The tension could be cut with a knife now as silence falls over the table. Jimin now looks down, thinking if he should let his intrusive thoughts win, and of course, they do. 

“If you had to choose anyone but Yoongi, who would you choose?” he finally says. 

You cough in response, not expecting this question at all. 

“Hmmmm… between the seven of you?” Camille asks. 

“Yes,” Taehyung answers as he leans towards her, getting interested in the new turn the night has taken. 

“Well… probably Seokjin–” 

“Jin!?” you exclaim. 

“Yeah, he is really fun,” 

“He is like the complete opposite of Yoongi,” Jimin laughs. 

“Well, who would you choose?” Camille asks. 

Jimin shakes his head. 

“Taehyung should go first. Who?” and there is something in Jimin’s voice that makes you even more intrigued by what Taehyung has to say. 

“I’d choose her,” Taehyung puts an arm around you. 

Jimin rolls his eyes but smiles at you. 

“...from the seven.”

“Maybe Namjoon.” 

Your mouth falls open as you turn to Taehyun. 

“Really? Namjoon?” you ask quite surprised, to be honest. But Taehyung only gives you a sweet smile. 

“Your turn!” Camille says, but you shake your head, which makes everything suddenly spin. The alcohol has caught up with your night. 

“C’mon, beautiful. We’ll say it at the same time. Deal?” Jimin encouraged you and although you know they mean no harm, you know this is dangerous territory. 

“One… Two… Three…” 

“Jungkook,” you blurt out at the same time. Your voice overlaps Jimin’s making him laugh uproarously. 

“Huh! Who would have thought?” Camille looks at you impressed. “The tattoos?” 

You just cover your face in embarrassment and everyone knows at this point it is time to go home. 

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The next day came with plenty of things to do around the house and you worked from home. Camille had sent a list of things to help out as part of your Maid of Honour duties, you were more than happy to do these because one, this is your best friend's wedding and you want it to be just as she wants it. Two, it will keep your head from overthinking. 

You’ve Facetimeed Namjoon twice already, making sure he confirmed he was coming home tomorrow. It is not the healthiest thing to be so dependent on him, you already know that. But the fact that he is away is almost making you physically ill. 

Your phone rings and you’re sure it’s him. As you reach out to answer: 

Incoming Call: JK

You have to be fucking kidding me. 

You put the phone down and walk to the kitchen to get water. He can’t be calling you right now. What the hell does he want? 

The ringing of your doorbell startles you as it echoes around the house. You don’t need to ask or check who it is, you already know. As you open the door he turns around to meet you. His hair was long enough to be put in a ponytail. He shows you a big smile which is erased as soon as you don’t return it. 

“Hi,” his voice is small, almost completely muted but the motor of his car that is parked outside.

“You shouldn’t be here, Jungkook–” You reach to close the door but he stops you. 

“Please, I just want to talk. I need to show you something,” his eyes pleading. You try to avoid looking into them, you know you would say yes if you did. 

“I don’t know… it’s very very late and it looks like it might rain.” 

“It will take 10 minutes I promise…” 

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A 6-ish minute car ride later, you find yourself at the top of a little hill in your neighbourhood. You had no idea it had such an interesting view of the city lights. It even had two wooden benches for people to sit down and admire the view. You could easily drive by and not pay much attention to it, but the way the trees aligned in this specific part of the hill, created a natural arch that blocked some of the street lights. This made the spot perfect for stargazing as well.

“Why are we here?” 

Jungkook is the first to sit on the bench, but you don’t follow—the greater the distance the better. 

“I wanted to show you my favourite place on this side of the city. I used to come here often to think or when I couldn’t sleep… I– also owe you an apology.” 

He stayed silent for a minute, gathering his thoughts, and trying to find the right words to say. 

“I am sorry for–” but Jungkook stops himself and for the first time in the night you look at him in the eye. 

“Actually… I am not sorry. Like I am, but I am not. Not really. I have always loved and respected my friends, but when I want something– someone… I fight for it.” 

“Jungkook?” you take a step back as his fingers brush yours. Jungkook stands up to have a better look at you. 

Little droplets of water start to fall from the sky. They land on your head, your shoulders, and suddenly everywhere. Probably a heavenly warning that you should run far away from this man, but your feet seem to be glued to the ground as his fingers now intertwine with yours. With his eyes staring into yours he raises your hand to his lips as he starts planting kisses on the back of your hand. 

“Jungkook… no–” you whisper. But even though these are the words that leave your mouth, your body doesn’t obey. 

Your free hand caress his cheek, an invitation for him to come closer. Rain pours now, cold, hard, the raindrops almost hurting you, but neither of you seems to care. So you firmly plant a kiss on his lips. You hear him moan as his lips part to kiss you as he has wanted to kiss you since he first saw you stuck on those revolving doors. 

His hands on your back pull you closer to him, he wants to cover you with his body. You finally parted your lips for him. You don’t think. Everything happens so fast, your heartbeat quickens as you get to taste him, to feel almost consumed by him. Jungkook prays his will is strong enough to wait until you ask him to fuck you. But now his hand is on your neck, giving him better access to deepen the kiss. 

The heavy rain muffles the little cry that escapes you, but sinning never felt so good, it shouldn’t feel so good. Tiny sparks of electricity course through your veins and it seems you’ve never felt this alive before. The kiss breaks, leaving you both breathless, speechless. Until– 

“Do that again,” you say.

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