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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From sacred romantic moments + sentence starters "things would be so much easier, if we were honest to each other." with Namjoon. Angst with happy ending? 👉👈

honest (k.namjoon x reader)

warnings/tags: idol!namjoon x female!reader, allusions to cheating (but it never happened, we stan a loyal man), some "friends" say he's not worth it, dispatch is death-patch here (brownie points for ppl who know what death-patch is ;])

genre: angst with happy ending (as asked~)

words: 641 words

a/n: thankchuuu @babeejeon for being my first request~ hope you like it and hopefully what you wanted! listen to only then as some of the dialogues are from there.

You've never doubted your relationship with Namjoon. Not once. You trust and love that man, knowing he wouldn't go behind your back. Sua's voice rings in your head. "you love him, sure, but does he love you?" Of course he does. He never fails to land a peck on your forehead before he leaves for work, sends you atleast a dozen texts making sure you're in check. "that's when he used to come back home, yes? does he even bother to make sure you're okay?" Jihoon's nagging had an impact on you, it seems. You look around, desperate to find any traces of him and you in your shared abode. "You're easy to love, baby. Doesn't mean I love you less," Namjoon had said one night, a dimpled smile peeking out. You pick up the book he had left on the coffee table and flip through it. You're sure he would never cheat on you. He was honest enough to tell you he loves someone, right?

"It's for the best, Namjoon. Don't hurt her further," Namjoon's lawyer was advising him to cut off all ties with you since Dispatch had gotten pictures of him and you at the Han River. Juhyun had somehow gotten hold of the pictures, practically begging them not to post it. "I will not leave her, no matter the situation and no matter the consequences." Namjoon said firmly. You were his rock, his safe place. How could he just abruptly leave you? "Think about it, will you?" Juhyun said, leaving Namjoon at wit's end.

You woke up from your nap, too tired of crying and texting all him and his members, desperate for atleast a glimpse of him, just to make sure he was safe and healthy. You get up to go to the kitchen when the front door opens. You turn to find said intruder when you find a tired Namjoon, eye bags evident and droopy shoulders. "Where were you?" you ask, as softly as possible. He looks at you, emotion not be found in his almond-like eyes, "you have to pack up." he says and goes to your shared bedroom, looking for a bag. Your mind's blank. Pack up? Is he taking you somewhere? For how long?

You walk into the bedroom, "talk to me, joonie. please." You tug on his sleeve so he looks at you. "It's to keep you safe, don't think otherwise," he says it like it physically hurts him. "whether or not you want it, I'm gonna be here" you say firmly. Your lip trembles, tears threatening to spill. But the first tear comes from Namjoon. You're shocked, to say the least. He always made sure to have a happy front for you, knowing you'll be distraught if he ever let his guard down around you. In the first time in 10 months of your relationship, he sobs into your shoulder and clings onto you, like you're gonna disappear in the next minute. He blurts out what happened over the last few weeks, from Dispatch finding out your relationship to everyone telling him to break up with you. "you know," you start, "things would be so much more easier, if we were honest to each other." Namjoon hugs you, hiding his face in your shoulder, not wanting to look at your disappointed face even though it is obvious in your voice. "No matter who says what, Joon, I'm gonna be right here. Because I need you as much as you need me." He looks up at you hesitantly, "what about dispatch? I want to keep you safe, always." You cup his cheeks, "who cares what other people say? isn't it enough that you and I love each other?" He kisses you, happy that you're gonna stay and not leave him. You smile, happy that he was home, safe within your arms.

ask me anything~

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'Tis the Damn Season

-Pairing: Namjoon x reader

-Words: 3.5k

-Ratings/warnings: SFW, angsty but with fluff, sex is alluded to/mentioned (but nothing explicit), non-idol AU

-Author's Note: Just in case you wanted an angsty antidote to the fluffy holiday story I published the other day, here you go! This feels way different than anything else I've ever written to me. Something about Joon just makes me want to be angsty...but it does end on a positive note. Inspired by Taylor Swift's 'tis the damn season. Enjoy!

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“But I’m right where you left me…”

You reach for your car stereo to turn the music off as you drum your fingers against the steering wheel. The last thing you needed was a reminder of how much things hadn’t changed since you left home. Sure, you lived in the city now with a different job, but that was about it. You still had no idea what you were doing with your life. You had all these grand plans to write your own book, get published, book tours, the whole thing. Yet every time you managed to send out your manuscript, it got rejected. You couldn’t bear hearing ‘no’ another time, so you gave up about a year and a half into it.

You decided you would have a fresh start, try writing something else. Only problem is, every time you sat in front of your computer, you just stared at the screen. Willing yourself to have a thought that you could put to words-nothing. You’d been too scared to tell your parents or any of your friends about how difficult it had become, so they were all under the impression that you were almost done writing a whole book.

You sigh as these thoughts take you through the streets of your hometown, all the way to your parents’ driveway. They’d convinced you that you should spend the holidays with them this year, rather than them driving into the city to stay with you like they had the past few years. This is the first time you’d been back since you left a few years ago…yet somehow, everything looks the same.

As you throw your car into park, your phone chirps at you, alerting you to an incoming text.

Joon: Hey, your mom told me you’d be in town for Christmas…we should catch up!

Kim Namjoon. Your high school best friend, who you’d lost contact with for the most part since you moved away after finishing college. Of course your mother ran into him and told him you’d be here.

It’s not that you don’t want to see him, necessarily. It’s just…you’d changed. And you assume he had as well. Three years ago when you’d moved away, things had been complicated. You’d both figured out you’d been dancing around feelings for each other for a long time. There had never been a good time to say anything, because you’d be dating someone, then he would be. It all had come to a head the night before you moved away, both of you crying when you decided long distance was not something you were willing to try, and things would be too different once you were gone.

You hadn’t seen him since, and the only communication you’d had was an occasional text message for birthdays or just seeing how you each were doing. Before you can think too hard, you shoot off a reply.

Yeah sure. Booked Up on Wednesday? 3?

You throw out the suggestion of your old hometown haunt, a bookstore and cafe downtown. He sends a reply in the affirmative, and you gather your things and head inside your parents’ house.

They are overjoyed to see you, full of hugs and questions about how you’ve been. You can feel some of your stress melt away as you chat about how you’ve been, your dad taking your things to your old room and your mom sitting you down with a cup of coffee in the living room.

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You rapidly adjust to a schedule of sleeping in, helping your mom with meals, and chatting with your dad about the news each day. You start to feel some of your stress lessen, until Wednesday afternoon rolls around and you’re heading downtown to meet Namjoon. How would this whole thing go? Would it be like nothing had changed? Or everything?

The bell over the door at Booked Up tinkles as you walk in, a smile immediately coming to your face as you remember afternoons after school curled up in an armchair, reading whatever YA fantasy had caught your attention while sipping on a latte and stealing glances at the boy who would be across from you, brows furrowed as he read his newest philosophy tome.

Your face falls as you see the boy in question, now a man, sitting in his normal chair, the same furrowed brows as always. He glances up as the door closes behind you, a huge smile lighting up his face when he realizes it’s you. His book is placed on a side table, and before you’ve had time to realize what’s happening, he’s enveloped you in a hug, the woodsy notes of his cologne invading your nostrils. You reach your hands behind his broad back, returning the embrace.

“Take a seat, I’ll grab you a drink,” he smiles, rushing off before you have the chance to reply.

You sink into an armchair opposite his, watching him order from a friendly barista. He returns a few minutes later, handing you a steaming mug while warning you that it’s hot.

“A honey latte?” you ask, incredulous.

“Of course, that’s what you’d always get after school when we’d come here. I may not have seen you in a few years, but I haven’t forgotten.” A dimple forms in his cheek as he smiles over at you, and you find yourself echoing his grin.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as awkward as you’d feared on the drive over. You’re able to easily slide into conversation as if you’ve never left, catching each other up on your lives. Namjoon is a high school English teacher, and has never left town. He lives alone, though he tells you he’d have a pet if he thought he could keep one alive. Instead, he’s settled for plants and has proven to have somewhat of a green thumb.

He asks about your life in the ‘big city’, as he puts it. You laugh, telling him about your job, your friends, your dog. You leave out that you haven’t published anything, or accomplished any of the goals you’d set for yourself three years ago when you left.

Namjoon can tell you’re not quite telling him everything, but he doesn’t press for more. Instead, he offers to walk you to your car when you realize you’d promised your mom to help cook dinner. As you’re about to get into your car, he suddenly reaches out and grabs your arm, causing you to look back.

“Hey, would you uh…want to drive around and see Christmas lights with me Friday night? Like old times? The kids get out of school for the holidays that day, and I haven’t been able to do much of anything I’d consider festive yet…only if you want to, of course.” He scratches the back of his neck, looking nervous.

“I’d love to,” you reply easily, happy that things aren’t weird between the two of you. You have no idea why he’s acting nervous, but you chalk it up to the fact that you haven’t seen each other in years.

You find yourself looking forward to Friday night, telling your parents that you’re spending time with Namjoon. They share a look between each other with small smiles on their faces.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

They simply laugh and tell you nothing, they’re just glad the two of you are hanging out again.

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When Friday rolls around, you drive over to the empty parking lot between the high school and the Methodist church that sits next door. As you climb out of the driver’s seat, you see Namjoon walking towards you from the school, giving you a small wave as he does so. Once again, you’re enveloped by his embrace as he greets you. This time, the familiar smell of his cologne stirs a warm feeling inside of you that you can’t quite name.

As he draws away from you, he leads you to his car, mud caked all over the tires.

“There was a big rainstorm the other day,” he comments as he notices you looking.

“And you were driving in it?”

“I come and park my car here sometimes when it’s raining, it helps me think. Reminds me of when we used to come here.” He shrugs, but you notice a tinge of sadness flickering in his eyes.

You choose not to comment on it, instead climbing into his passenger seat. You notice two to-go cups sitting in his cup holder, both clearly steaming.

“What’s that?” you ask, gesturing towards the middle console.

“Hot chocolate from Booked Up. You really think I was going to take you to see Christmas lights without bringing hot chocolate? I’m offended.” He places a hand over his chest for emphasis, and you laugh. He laughs along with you, his dimples making another appearance. The same warm feeling that happened when he hugged you returns, but even stronger. You choose again to ignore it.

You drive around in silence, the only sound filling the air is Christmas music from the radio. It’s not uncomfortable, rather you’re just enjoying being in each others’ presence. You stare out at the houses covered in multicolor string lights, musing over how long it’s been since you’ve done this with your former best friend.

“Joon?”

He glances over, surprised by your use of his old nickname…he hasn’t heard it in years.

“Yeah?”

“Are you happy?” You refuse to look at him as you ask, choosing to stare out the window instead.

Seeing you not looking over, Namjoon stares out in front of him instead. “I think so…I really love my job, the town, and my plants,” he chuckles. “The city’s not too far away if I want to go to a museum or festival.”

There’s a long silence where neither of you says anything.

“I miss you, though.” He offers into the space, letting it settle over you. “Are you happy?”

Another long silence.

“Not really.” You feel tears threatening to spill over your lash line, though you’re still staring at houses dripping in Christmas lights. “I…I haven’t managed to publish anything. My friends and family think I’m working on a brand new project, but I haven’t finished the first. Instead, I’m doing menial grunt work for everyone else while my creativity is just dying.”

“...oh.” Namjoon breathes out beside you, not sure what else to say.

“I missed you too.” This time, you glance over at the man beside you, tears falling freely down your face.

Without you noticing, Namjoon has pulled his car back into the parking lot you left from.

He turns to you, wiping tears away with his thumbs as his hands cradle your face. You can see the beginnings of tears swimming in his own eyes.

“I-I wish you never left,” he manages to stutter.

There’s yet another silence between you in the space of the car, but this time the warm feeling rises up in you again as the man beside you gazes over at you. Instead of tamping it down, you choose to embrace it, just as Namjoon had embraced you upon your return.

“...I’m here now, Joon.” You lean tentatively towards him across the console, and he meets you halfway, holding your face in his hands.

“Is this okay?” he breathes, warmth fanning across your face. Your answer is your lips meeting his, gently at first but growing more insistent as he eagerly responds. His hands tangle in your hair, your tongue probing to get access to his mouth, which he grants with no hesitation.

After a few minutes, he pulls back and looks at you hesitantly.

“Do you…want to go back to my place?”

You nod shyly, and he smiles in response. As he starts the car again, he places a hand on your thigh, gently tracing shapes on your skin the whole drive to his apartment. He leads you upstairs to the third floor, and as soon as he’s closed the door behind the two of you, he’s pinned you to the wall in the foyer, lips on your neck.

“Joon…” you manage to sigh out, connecting your lips again as you stumble towards his bedroom.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he mumbles into your skin as he peppers kisses across your collarbone, both of you having fallen on top of the bed.

“I don’t know why we didn’t do this years ago,” you respond, rolling on top of him and starting to unbutton his shirt.

The two of you explore each other all night, and you’re shocked at how easy it all feels. Natural, like you’ve been in a relationship your whole lives. Each taking the utmost care when it comes to the other, and falling asleep in his arms late into the night.

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You wake around noon the next day, only to find a vacant space next to you. You’re about to call out for Namjoon when he rounds the corner with a breakfast tray, setting it on your lap as you sit up.

You raise an eyebrow questioningly at his actions, and he just laughs.

“I can’t sleep past nine anymore these days, I’m too used to going to work early.”

He climbs into bed beside you as you start to eat, picking up a book from his bedside table and sliding glasses on.

You eat in comfortable silence, sneaking glances over at Namjoon every so often, his brows furrowed while he reads just like always. The warm feeling invades your chest again, leading you to move the breakfast tray aside, sliding over to lean against the man beside you, landing a quick kiss on his cheek.

His brows unfurrow, only to be replaced by his dimples and he looks over at you.

“Hi, babe.” He smiles down at you, and the affectionate nickname takes you by surprise, causing a grin to break across your face.

“Hi.”

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You fall into a comfortable routine with Namjoon, spending any time away from your family with him, oftentimes spending the night at his apartment. However, as the week and the holidays dwindle away, you realize you’re due to drive back into the city the following day while with Namjoon at Booked Up.

“What do you think of this one?” He holds up another book to you, red with embossed gold letters.

“...I’m leaving tomorrow,” you mutter quietly in response.

“What?”

“I said, I’m leaving tomorrow,” you repeat, looking at the floor.

Namjoon quickly shelves the book in his hand, walking closer to you, fingers gently lifting your chin to face him.

“It feels like you just got here.” He murmurs in return, thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“I know.”

“Well…what does that mean for us?” Namjoon sounds nervous as he asks, eyes searching yours for some shred of hope to hold onto.

“There is no us, Joon. I have to go back, the city is too far, and like I told you, I’ve not been successful anyway. I can’t even write.”

His shoulders fall, foot scuffing the floor as he avoids eye contact.

“But you could just-”

“Don’t ask me to stay, you know I won’t. You asked me that last time and it didn’t work.” Your eyes start filling with tears thinking back on when you left last time, almost a carbon copy of the scene that’s playing out before you.

“This is different,” he states simply.

You shake your head. “No, it’s not. I have to go back. This week has been great, but that’s all it was…this week.”

Namjoon’s face steels over in resolve. “Fine. Can we at least keep in contact more than before?” His eyes hold a small glimmer of hope as he searches your face.

“Yes, I think that would be okay.”

The corners of his lips turn up, though the smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes. He simply nods and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“Safe travels,” he murmurs against your skin, then turns and leaves you standing in the bookstore as if you’d always been alone.

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The drive back to the city is quiet, save for your music gently playing in the background. You keep running over your conversation with Namjoon in your mind…you made the right decision. Right?

“But I’m right where you left me…”

The same song plays through your speaker as on your trip home, making you grimace. You really were in the same place as before…the only difference this time being that you’d reconnected (and slept with) the man you’d had a crush on all throughout high school and college, but here you were, the same broken girl who couldn’t write or publish a book, couldn’t tell her parents or friends the truth, and apparently couldn’t handle her own feelings.

A sense of déjà vu creeps over you as you pull into your apartment’s parking garage, your phone chirping with a text notification.

Joon: Hope you made it back safely. FaceTime tonight?

You can’t help the small smile that fights its way onto your face as you respond. You grab your things out of your backseat, and hurry up to your apartment to escape the cold. You’re greeted by your dog as you open the door, excited to see you after a week of being taken care of by one of your best friends, Jimin.

You put your bag down, and decide to try and work on your book on the couch. It stares at you like always, blankly. You have no idea where to start, and so decide to place an order for takeout delivery from your favorite restaurant. An hour later, you have made no progress and the doorbell rings.

You get up from the couch, plodding over to the door, opening it…only to see Namjoon standing in front of you.

“I think this is yours?” He holds up a bag of food.

“What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” He ignores your question to ask one of his own.

“Yes, of course…but what are you doing here?” you repeat, closing the door behind him.

“I decided FaceTime wasn’t enough. You said you had to go back, that the city was too far, so I came to you instead.” He plops down on the couch, placing your takeout on the table in front of him. He then starts unpacking the food, making sure everything that’s on the receipt is in the bag.

You round the table and take a seat next to him, knees touching. “You came here…just to see me?”

He nods nonchalantly, placing a plate of food in front of you. You take the plate and look at him incredulously. You can’t believe he’s driven here just to see you…this was certainly different than before.

He pulls out a book to read while you’re eating, and once you’re done, you scoot closer to him.

“What are you reading?” You peer over his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of the words.

“Wouldn’t you love to know?”

You nod with a smile on your face. “I wasn’t asking for fun.”

“Here,” he pats his lap, motioning for you to lay your head down. “I’ll read to you.”

It turns out that it’s a coming-of-age story, one that you quickly get engrossed in. You’re listening with rapt attention, so invested that it takes you a second to realize that Namjoon’s free hand that isn’t holding the book is carding slowly through your hair. The warmth you’ve come to associate with the man sitting in front of you blooms in your chest and spreads through your whole body. Suddenly, you have an idea and sit straight up, almost jostling the book from his grasp.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, concern lacing his features.

You don’t answer, instead racing over to your laptop, waking it from sleep mode. The blank page blinks up at you, but instead of being overwhelmed by it, it excites you. You reach out to the keys, slowly typing out the first sentence of your book.

“It always leads to you and my hometown.”

As the words sit in front of you, you can’t help but smile. You turn back to Namjoon, who finds your smile infectious, his own forming on his face.

“I just started my book. Finally.”

“Wait, really? What’s it about?” Namjoon is shocked at your news, but feels pride swell in his chest at your words.

“It’s about you…about us.” You reply bashfully, color working its way onto your cheeks.

“Really?” His voice is small, surprised. You nod.

In reply, he rushes over to you, grabbing your hands and forcing you to stand. Once you’re in front of him, he picks you up and twirls you around in a tight hug, his embrace starting to feel more and more like home.

You look up at him once he’s placed you back on your feet, joy sparkling in his eyes.

“Would you…want to maybe stay the night?” you hesitantly ask.

His response is to lean down and meet your lips in a kiss.

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

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True Self - Part 3 (Final)

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

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

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"About what?"

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

"What?" My eyes were wide in shock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” I asked, “Is it about me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you.” I said.

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

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

Yes. It was my first time confessing to him.

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Special 8 Photo-folio Masterlist

My Personal Masterlist

Written in the Pages (RM) CH1

 𝄆𝄞 Late January, 2013 𝄇

I wrap my scarf loosely around my neck and step out of the house. I stare down at the familiar path of bricks under my feet as I walk to school. The sky is the same shade of gray and despite the brisk wind, there are no leaves on the trees to be rustled.

When I get to school, I sit down at the back of the room and pull out my book to read. My classmates bicker around me but I don't look up, lest I be reminded of my own loneliness. I shut my book tightly once the bell rings, noticing someone sitting only a few desks in front of me. It was Namjoon. I had liked him since around November but learned better than to get my hopes up. He wouldn't even be friends with someone like me. It's not that he was necessarily popular, but he did have some friends. I rarely spoke, so he most likely didn't know my name.

Lessons began and I tried to keep myself from staring. It isn't like anyone would really notice though, as I am in the back corner. It's better if I don't encourage myself and just suppress these feelings like I always have.

Soon enough my classes are over and I'm walking back home. As I go, I notice two girls around my age chatting with each other. They're laughing and seem to be having such a good time, I can't help but feel envious. I haven't had a best friend like that in such a long time. I only start to feel worse listening to what they're saying.

"I know! Taehyung really is so hot... if only he'd notice me!"

"Yeah, but have you seen his friend? What was his name..."

"Namjoon?"

"Yes! He's in one of my classes, I want to get to know him"

"You should!"

"But what do I say?"

"Don't worry about it! I'm sure he likes you back anyway"

"I hope so"

I keep my head down and continue walking. Still, their words get to me. They were both so pretty...oh course he'd go for someone more like them. I'm confident in who I am. Really. It's just that Namjoon is nothing like me. He has plenty of friends and admirers, all of them do. He is going to date someone in his social circle, like them.

Once I get home I grab some banana milk from the fridge and sit down at my desk. Pulling out a pen, I work on my manuscript.

𝄆𝄞 Namjoon POV𝄇

"What's her name?"

I turned to my friend Hoseok and smiled.

"y/n"

"Wait... how long have you had a crush on her?"

"Since spring last year, around April"

"It's almost been a whole year!" Jungkook whined, "why are you only telling us this now?"

"I was nervous! I haven't even talked to her..."

I looked up at my friends who were shocked by my confession. Finally, Jimin spoke up:

"You need to make a plan soon if you ever want her to notice you. You're both graduating this year, remember?"

"I know, but what do I even say to her? She's just so... so perfect. I don't want to ruin any chance I have by saying something stupid"

"Well, you've liked her for this long. Do you know of anything she likes?" Taehyung questioned.

"Hmmm, she's really intelligent. She also really likes books, every time I see her she's reading one. Would that work? Should I try talking to her about that?"

They seemed to approve of that. After talking for a bit longer, I went home and made a plan. Tomorrow I will try talking to her before class starts.

𝄆 𝄞 𝄇

The next day I got up earlier. I walked to class and didn't get distracted talking to people. I was determined. I didn't realize until I settled down in my seat that there were still over fifteen minutes before homeroom would start.

After waiting for only a few minutes, she walked in. She took my breath away, though she was just wearing our school uniform. I started fiddling with my hands under my desk, the nerves getting to me. Slowly I stood from the desk and approached her.

"Um... hi" I mumbled.

She glanced up from her book and immediately her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Did I upset her?

"I just uh.... Wanted to know what book you're reading?"

"Oh." She hesitated, "it's just... something I found in the library. It's in a series actually"

"Nice. Sounds good"

She nodded and looked back down to the pages.

"...maybe I'll check it out"

With that I returned to my seat, hoping it wasn't too obvious how flustered I was. That was my first time actually talking to her! It was so awkward though... Does she not like me? Was something I said wrong? She seemed so indifferent.

𝄆𝄞 Y/N POV𝄇

I stared down at my book but unable to focus at all. What was that? Did my crush actually just talk to me? What is happening?

I sigh to myself. He probably just likes reading too, and wanted to know what book it was. I'm sure it's nothing personal, he doesn't even know my name. Still, a part of me feels excited, like maybe I have a chance.

Written in the Pages (RM) CH2

Today when I enter the classroom, something unusual happens.

"Hey Y/N!" Namjoon says once I walk in.

Are we this close yet? I've never even talked to him before aside from yesterday...

I smile and give a small wave before sitting down at my desk. I couldn't focus during the remainder of class, my thoughts always returning to him. Why is he trying to be friends with me? He already is popular, I blend into the background. 

Eventually the bell rings and students are rushing out the door to lunch. I stand and pause to sort out my supplies in my backpack. I hear footsteps entering the classroom and mumbling, but disregard it.

"Come on, you can do it!" A voice whispers, "Just ask her!"

"Okay okay,"

Suddenly I feel like someone is looking at me. I slowly look up and almost jump when I find him in front of me. 

"H-hi Namjoon" I say under my breath. 

"Hey!" He says a little nervously, "We were wondering if you wanted to have lunch with us"

"...us?" I ask.

"Oh! I didn't introduce myself. I'm Jimin" A slightly shorter boy says as he walks out from behind Namjoon, "You must be Y/N then, right?"

"Yeah... wait, how do you know my name?"

"Namjoon told m-"

"Haha, why wouldn't he know you? This is a small school after all" Namjoon interrupts while slightly kicking the boy behind him.

"So, what do you say? Are you busy?" Namjoon asks.

"N-No..." I admit, still wondering why on Earth they, some of the most popular people at this school, want to have lunch with me.

𝄆 𝄞 𝄇

We arrive at the busy cafeteria, loud and busy with people walking over to meet their friends, talking and calling out to each other. Suddenly a hand waves us over to a table, and I follow the two boys in front of me. 

When we get to the table, we're greeted by five others. Namjoon motions for me to sit down in-between him and Jimin. Though I know who all of them are, I still feel awkward sitting here. Eyes watch me from around the room, because everyone else can see how I don't belong at this table. They are too popular for me. 

"This is Y/N, everyone" Namjoon thankfully saves me from having to introduce myself. 

"We know who she is! I'm Jungkook though" Yells out the boy sitting across from me. 

They continue going around the table introducing themselves. I try to stay calm and greet each person. I try to make eye contact with them but eventually fail, looking down at the floor. 

Once they were done introducing themselves to me, the conversation moved on to other things. I was too flustered to make out what they were saying until something caught my attention.

"What? We have to learn the choreography for it already?" Namjoon starts complaining, "I only just finished learning the last one"

"What choreography?" I asked curiously.

"W-well," He stutters out, "I'm training to be a K-POP idol... We're all in a group actually"

"Really? That's so cool." I reply, "I could never do that. I'm terrible at dancing"

"So is he" Jimin responds with a laugh.

"Hey! I'm not that bad..." He retorts. 

We all laugh and they continue talking about their choreographies and practices. Eventually the bell rings again, signaling for us to go to our next class. 

"It was really nice meeting you today, Y/N!" Taehyung says to me as he disappears into the crowd. 

I wave goodbye to all of them, until only me and Namjoon are left. I look up at him only to find that he's already looking at me. A slight blush forms on my face as he begins to speak.

"Uhm, I had a lot of fun today. Want to have lunch with us again tomorrow?" He asks me.

"Sure" I say. 

Despite the fun I had, the same question still plagues my thoughts. I have to ask him. 

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Mhm" he hums. 

"Why do you want to talk to me?"

Written in the Pages (RM) CH3

𝄆 𝄞 Namjoon POV 𝄇

"Why do you want to talk to me?"

I froze up. Why do I want to talk to you? Because I like you... But now is too early for a confession like that. Am I that awkward? Is she bored of me? Why is she asking a question like this, is it not enough to just have lunch with someone new?

"I-"

"Namjoon, we're going to be late! Let's go!" Yoongi calls out from a distance.

I start to follow him as I walk towards my next class, turning around to say to her:

"Because

I

like

you"

It was the only thing I could think of. That was the reason, after all. I just hope the noise of the crowd around us was enough to block out my unplanned confession. Nervously, I ran to my next class to ensure I'd be there on time, the blush still covering my face as I left.

𝄆 𝄞 Y/N POV 𝄇

As he ran off into the hallways, he said one last thing to me. Though I saw his mouth move, the only words I could make out were 'Because I'. That doesn't really answer my question, but he has a certain look of sincerity in his eyes that makes me believe him. Maybe he doesn't need a reason to be friends with me, maybe I only blend in because I've never tried to stand out. Maybe I'm more than what others have led me to believe.

𝄆 𝄞 𝄇

This evening as I sat at my desk, I scrolled through Instagram on my phone. In the suggested accounts for me to follow, Namjoon's was there. I can tell by the profile picture and posts he made of him and some of his friends whom I met today.

My thumb hovers over the follow button, still trying to decide if it's too soon or not.

Before I have a chance to make a decision, my cat jumps onto my desk and rattles the table. Petting her a few times, I look back down at my phone and realize I accidentally already clicked follow.

oh

no

When I come back to my room after having dinner, I check my phone, surprised to find two new notifications. 'One new follower' and 'one unread message'. I open up the app and see that he followed me back, but what surprises me more is the DM.

"Hey :)"

Written in the Pages (RM) CH4

𝄆 𝄞 Your POV 𝄇

"Hey :)"

How do I respond? How did he find my account? Oh no, it sent a read receipt! He'll know I saw it immediately! I have to type out a reply quickly...

"Hey! What's up?"

"Nothing much. I saw you followed me, this is Y/N, right?"

"Ah, yes. That's me!"

I decide not to tell him the follow was on accident. If he learns that, he'll start to question why I was on his account at all. Besides, a little more confidence couldn't hurt me.

"So.. what are you up to?"

"Not anything special.. haha. Just working on my manuscript"

"Manuscript? What are you writing?"

"It's been my dream since I was younger to become an authors, so I kinda started working on a book :)"

"That's so cool! What's it about?"

"Like the whole thing?"

"Yeah haha"

"Well, so basically, it's kinda just a classic romance I guess. But I wanted to write about like, this big university with so many people but the main character is kinda shy and doesn't know that many people. That's kinda it."

"But she finds love?"

"Yeah, this guy notices her and brings her out of her shell a bit"

"That's really cute :)"

"I can't wait to read it when it comes out!"

"Thanks! Though I don't know if I'll be able to publish it T-T"

"Well, I can be your first fan"

My heart skips a beat at his comment. I surprised myself with how easy it was to talk to him over text instead. I decide to change the topic over to him.

"So.. how's the idol stuff going?"

"Good! We're on break right now. We just finished learning the new choreography. Or at least they did.. I'm still lost"

"Dang, you're still at practice? You guys work really hard"

"That's what it takes. I hope we get a weekend off soon, though."

"Well, I can be your first fan then. Unless that slot's already taken?"

"NO no no! You can be my first fan :)"

"ER- the group's first fan"

"I dunno, you guys seem to be pretty popular hehe"

"?"

"How?"

"C'mon, you can't seriously say you haven't heard people talking about you."

"No,.. I haven't. Good things?"

"Yeah, good things"

"What do they say?"

"Oh y'know, you're so cute, I love you, I wanna be your girlfriend"

"***they say that. Not me"

"You don't think I'm cute? :("

"I didn't say that"

"But no"

":("

"Well, I think you're cute"

I set the phone down on the table. I feel my face burning from his compliment. When did this start happening? Last time I checked, no one was all that interested in flirting with me.

"I have to go to bed. I'll talk to you later"

Without another word I put down my phone and head to bed.

Written in the Pages (RM) CH6

𝄆 Jungkook POV 𝄇

"Guys! Guys!" I huff.

"Woah, where'd you go man?" Hoseok questions.

"And why are you breathing so hard?" Taehyung jokes.

"I.. Y/N..."

Namjoon jumps up, "Y/N? What happened with Y/N?"

"She went to the bathroom, and I followed her, and, and those girls," I heave, "they were trash talking us and then they started bullying Y/N, she must have been hiding from them, and then they left and she was crying and-"

"I'm going to find her" Namjoon growls.

Suddenly, she strides up to the table. Grabbing her stuff, she bows to us, "thank you for lunch. I have to go now." Her eyes are puffy and her face is red from obvious crying.

"No, no no no." Namjoon pulls her to face him, "you don't look okay. We heard what happened. We-"

"It's fine. I'll see you around." She starts to walk away.

"Hyung, maybe-"

He bolts after her. They both exit the cafeteria. I turn to the rest of the boys, their faces showing equally confused expressions.

𝄆 Y/N POV 𝄇

I run into the library, the only place where I know I can be alone. Except I'm not. As I approach my favorite table in the back, Namjoon is still trailing behind me.

"I said it's fine."

"It's not fine" he says, "I don't know what they said, but I know they hurt you. And I never want to see anyone hurt you."

"Why do you care?" I sneer, "You guys aren't actually friends with me. I'm just your charity case. You don't want me around."

"Don't say that!" He cries, "I care because I lo-"

"Save me the pain." I whimper, "save me the pain of knowing you'll never feel to me how I feel about you."

As if on cue, the bell rings.

"I have to go, Namjoon. Just forget about it. I'll work on forgetting my feelings, and we can all just move on."

𝄆 Namjoon POV 𝄇

She walks back to her class. I stay frozen in the library, orange sun painting the shelves.

"But I don't want to move on."

KIM NAMJOON

All my fics on RM so far 😎

Written in the Pages:

A quiet girl who only knows love as something in books meets an equally awkward boy struggling to find his place in the music world. Is there a chance their friendship can turn into something more?

CH1 - Crush

CH2 - Your Comfort Zone

CH3 - Oops

CH4 - First Fan

CH5 - I Like Someone Else

CH6 - Save Me the Pain

CH7 - Just One Day

CH8 - My Phone Died

Oneshots:

Purple Ink

Namjoon x Reader: Smoking is injurious to health

Summary: You were at the roof of your workplace smoking your vice, a ciggerate. When a certain tall man tries to talk you out of it.

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Life is a rollercoaster of various events, and I fell like recently, the dips have been just too much. After completing my share of the work for the day I finally stepped out of the work station, almost making a run for the elevator and clicking the button for the top most floor.

As you I exited the elevator and almost crashed into Heuning-Kai who immediately went "Ah Noona, Anneyonghaseo" and bowed, I gave a slight bow and greeted him back. I walked past him and went straight towards the roof top, it's generally empty around these times and I completely love that. I stepped and the cold air of the night welcomed me, it was November and hence the night weather was cold and I loved the breeze hitting my face. Seeing that the roof was empty, I freed my hair from my scrunchie and wore it around my wrist. I hand combed my hair, just incase.

I loved this view, no matter how many times I see it, the view never fails to amaze me. The faint sound of the city hustle and the sound of wind. I pulled my phone and clicked a few pictures of the night view of the city of Seoul, from the roof of the Hybe building.

Suddenly, "Hey!"

"AAAAAAAHH!" I screeched and almost dropped my phone, but lucky the man infront of me caught it, swiftly before it hit the ground.

And my mind went blank. Why was Kim Taehyung sneaking up on me!!

"What? You didn't notice me when you entered?" He asked

"You were here?" I asked, shocked out of my mind.

"Yes. The whole time. How did you not see me?" He asked chuckling.

"I didn't expect anyone to be here, so I didn't look around much" I said and he laughed "you think scaring someone to death like that is funny?" I asked and scoffed.

"I didn't even know, you be scared Yn-ssi! But it was hilarious!" He said.

I just shook my head and smiled back. Me and Taehyung weirdly clicked on my first project in the company, when he bumped into me one evening and offered to buy me coffee as an apology for cracking my phone as I declined his offer of getting me a new phone. We talked and enjoyed. Even on my second project and leading to my third, we spoke as we saw each other.

We both gazed at the city lights and I swiftly brought out my pack of cigarettes holding one to my lips I brought out my lighter and lit it. Leaving a puff of smoke, facing away from Taehyung. As if on queue he brought out his vape and lit it as well.

"so how long is this project?" He asked

"Well it was supposed to be 1 month, but some technical issues have arrived and I think it'll take more time" I said and took in a puff.

"So I was thinking, lets connect on kakao, I think it'll be fun" he said and pulled out his phone and made a few clicks and showed me his kkt qr code. I scanned it with mine and pinged him. He gave a classic smile and went on "Yn-ssi can I have a puff? Please"

"No! I know you are strictly prohibited to smoke cigarettes. You can't fool me" I stuck out my tongue at him and took another pull.

"One pull, one tiny little pull"

"And loose my job?!" I said amused.

"No! Never! I'll vouch for you. But that won't happen"

"Nope. No need!!" I denied.

"Please. Please Yn-ssi please!" He was about to step closer when another voice was heard.

"Stay with your vape. You should consider yourself lucky you get it" I knew very well whom that voice belonged to. Tae groaned at his Namjoon hyung.

"Seriously? Again" he looked at me and said as he took a seat on the small pillar beside me.

"Don't blame the girl, she's going through a stressful day" I said taking a final puff and going to put it off and throw it in the dustbin. The roof is a common spot for the building's smoker workers to half an "air break".

When I walked back Taehyung was missing, Namjoon patted the spot beside him and I gladly took the seat.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Um.. Joaquin blew up the roaster and the back up is incomplete so we'll have work from the proceedings again" you said huffing.

"I had warned you guys in the very first day that he was an idiot" he said throwing his hands up.

"Oh c'mon, I could ask my agency to change the individual because they drink Americano with 6 pumps of sugar." And we both started laughing.

"No seriously, who does that?! Why would you drink Americano if you add 6 pumps of sugar in it!" He said laughing harder

"I seriously don't know, but you were right he is an idiot!" I said nodding "I cant believe he blew up 2 to 3 weeks progress. This is insane and stupid" and we both kept talking, untill my phone rang, and I picked it up. It was my friend/flat mate Nika "Where are you? Why aren't you home? Did you see the time!" She spoke in our native mother tongue

"No. I mean, uh .... I kind of got caught up, I'll tell you when I return. Whats the time" I removed the phone from my ear to see it been an hour since I came to the roof and was getting quite late. I calmed her down saying I was on my way out and will take a cab home, all replying in my mother tongue as well and hung up.

"My friend's freaking out, I told her to go home alone today as I'll be late, but well its quite late. I better hurry" I stood up putting my phone back in my pocket and

"That friend who works here but you've never told us who it is?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

I nodded and he said "Yeah Lets go"

I didnt make much of it and started walking to lift and went back to my work station floor to get my bag. I was kinda glad Namjoon was following me making small talks as most of the lights were dimed and I'm kinda scared of the dark. We spoke about various stuff and he informed me that he was done for the day and wanted to ask Tae to ride back home together so he had originally come in search for Taehyung.

"But where did he go?" I asked as we came back to the lift.

"He must be at the cafe, he said something about a new part-timer being cute" shaking his head.

And as the elevator dinged at the bottom floor, he asked "Will you drive home?"

"No, I let my friend take our car. I'll just get a cab" I said shrugging.

"No!" He suddenly said.

"What?" I said shocked.

"Lets go, Tae will drive you home first and then we'll return"

"No! Are you crazy! Cause I'm not, I do not wanna take the risk of getting seen like that!" I said, shocked by the stupidity of the 148 iq man infront of me.

"Yeah, you're kinda right" he said with a sheepish grin and scratched his head. "Then I'll arrange the car for you." I tried to protest but he said "Nope! You stayed late for the company, and it's my duty as your boss, well kinda, to take responsibility"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled saying "okay, my responsible boss" smh. But I smiled to my self, that feeling when the person you love does something sweet for you and it warms your heart. Even though to him it might just be a considering gesture for just an employee. To me, it was like a blessing from heaven and I couldn't wait to tell this to Nika.

As always as soon as you told Nika about your encounter, she got all excited. You suddenly herd you KKT tone go off, and the notification left you stunt.

K.rm94 sent you a message

I hope you reached home safe.

Oh I hope you don't mind I stole your contact from Tae ;)).

Seeing me stand there in shock, Nika came to my side and glanced at the notification and literally screamed.

"Girl, I think today calls for the big bottle huh. Order some nice food and get fresh" She almost order and Just looked at her.

"Don't acted like you didn't drag my broke ass to a whole restaurant on the day Hobi asked for my number. And this would have happened a long time ago if you would have just let me introduce you to them" I just rolled my eyes and what she said and said "I was embarrassed back then. And I'm ordering some pork belly chops and bbq"

"Suits me!" She shouted from the kitchen.

A drink wont hurt, it was friday anyway.

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Two weeks latter, I again found myself smoking on the roof, it was quite early, but I had a presentation and wanted to double check everything. It would be an hour or more before the other employees pile in.

"You shouldn't be smoking at this hour, you know" I heard the voice of the man of my dreams and almost instantly the cigarette was pulled out of my hand. I watched him walk all the way to the dustbin to put out the smoke and throw it. As he came back I noticed he had 2 go to cups in his hand. He just place one infront of me.

"Here, your lemon ice tea with 1 pump of sugar, and little bit of mint and basil" I was taken aback and shocked. Namjoon looked at me and went "What? You don't like it? I got something wrong haven't I? Did I-"

"No it's exactly what I always drink. I was just shocked you remember it." I smiled accepting the cup and sipping on it. He gave an illegal dimple smile. Man how can a human look THIS good, early in the morning?! I wondered. Suddenly I realised and asked him.

"How did you know I am here?"

"You did tell me last night, that you were nervous. So I thought of buying you your emotional support drink to cheer you up. But, you weren't on your floor, so I figured you'd be here" and he shrugged. Damn this man is smart. "don't worry you'd do great" he said bumping his hand on my shoulder lightly.

I loved and cherished these moments. Be it texts or in IRL. Just the fact that he thought about me even amoung so many things he could be thinking of made me blush. I wish I could tell him the effect of these little things he does. Nika's teases also dont do any more help than pour oil in fire.

"Can I ask something?" Namjoon like just like he always does even on texts.

"I've told you to not ask that question and just ask away" I said smiling.

"Why do you smoke so much. Like you do it alot, I'm just curious not discriminating or anything" he said, seemingly nervous.

I fixed my glasses and said "Well, I've been doing it for a long time, to some extent it has become a habit. Also stress, loneliness and stuff"

"Loneliness?" He said looking at you from the road.

"Yeah. My mum and sis are at Gimpo, it's not far but still whatever, and I dont really have friends, except my roommate and a few others" I chucked, "I'm quite the loner, yeah, I go around places alone at times. So yeah, that feels quite lonely"

"You shouldn't have to" Namjoon suddenly blurted out "You could come with me, I go about incognito alot"

"You don't have to do that, please" I said, feeling bad to see him pity me, but what he said next surprised me

"But I want to, I've wanted to and this seemed like a good opportunity, and Im blabbering sorry" He shut up and I was kinda in surprise, but my cellphone rang up and broke the moment. It was my presentation partner, I picked it up and told him that, I'll see him in a bit.

"I better get going. See you around." I told Namjoon and walked away, picking my cup in hand. On the way down to the elevator I smiled at it.

Time passed on like that me, Namjoon and Tae and even the other members met often here and there sometimes planned sometimes on coincidence. But Namjoon became quite a regular part of my life, specially through texts. Sending each other nice pictures of food and sky or of cute animals had become common. He even sneaked good pictures of the members or sent in videos and short clips. But, finally the last day of project came and Tae and Namjoon fared you well.

"Hey I'm not leaving the country or city! Why that frown" I asked Namjoon.

"He's sad that he won't be able to see you everyday" Tae joked and I laughed.

Namjoon just stretched his arms out as if signalling for a hug. I looked around to find the corridor empty and went in for a hug. Damn, I felt like it was what my body wanted for the whole life. That feeling of having him against me, his musky and deodrant smell damn, I could die happily in these arms. Those videos were right, he does give great hugs. We finally pulled apart and Tae came in for a hug. An out of breath Yeonjun was seen coming running with Beomgyu behind him.

"Yn! I'll miss you!" He said and hugged me, "Gosh Yeonjun, why do you do this everytime"

"Noona! Noona! I'll miss your sandwich!" Beomgyu hugged the both of us.

"Enough drama, come by the restaurant and I'll feed you all the food. Just tell me before hand" I saod smiling at them.

"Restaurant?" Namjoon asked.

"Noona's mom owns an Indian food restaurant in Gimpo. Its a long drive but its worth it" Beomgyu said releasing us.

"I visit on some weekends. You guys should totally come. My mom would be elated to see you both!" I said.

"Lets plan for a weekend then!" Tae said with his boxy smile.

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Days passed and I got busy with new projects but Namjoon's texts seemed to remain constant. One day, one text made me blush, it was a friday evening, I had just stepped out of the shower, I was alone, Nika was out for some celebratory dinner with her teammates.

K.rm94 sent you a message

Whatchya doin tomorrow? Any plans

> Not much. I'd probably sleep and Netflix

Then I'll pick you up at 10am

I started freaking out I texted Nika but all were left unread. I opened my closet and sat choosing between various clothes, finally deciding on something casual and comfortable.

Namjoon was dot on time the next day in his car driven by another man ofcourse and we went to visit an art gallery. We had lunch at a nice empty diner and he took me to this beautiful flower garden by the Han river. Strangely all the nerves that I felt before he arrived had vanished the moment my eyes laid on him. I was standing and admiring a flower, when I heard the click of the camera and there Namjoon was standing, pointing his phone camera at me.

"Sorry. You just looked so pretty looking at it. Ah. I should have asked. Im-" he started blabbering but I stopped it saying it was fine, with flushed cheeks and the boy shocked me with what he said next.

"then, would it be okay if I held your hand?" I couldn't see his face due to the mask, but his eyes said it clear that he was smiling and not a joking one but a cute fond one. I just looked back at the flower and nodded my head. I felt him slip his hand beside mine and interlacing our fingers. Damn, it felt so right. Walking around in a garden holding the hand of the person I loved. What else could I want?

Would it be too selfish If I wanted to keep this human for me. If I just wanted this Human to be mine. I had 1000s of thoughts rushing throught my head. When I felt him tug at my hand, I looked at him and he motioned towards a bench near by.

"Sit here, I'll be back in a while" He winked and walked to a certain direction. I froze and felt a blush rush to my cheek, hopefully he was already walking away and didn't see that. I pulled out my phone and answered a few texts and saw my room mates text

Nika:

Going out. Will be home late. I want all the tea when I return.

I chuckled at the girl's enthusiasm. I looked around to see Namjoon still out of sight so logged into Twitter and the first post was a cute video of Felix from Straykids and I giggled.

"What has you all giggly?" I hear Namjoon's voice.

"Just Lee Felix, aww he's just so cute"

"And I ain't? Seriously woman?" Namjoon said, fake pouting. I swear if I could I'd squish his cheeks and shower him with kisses but I controlled myself and said "Well you're cute too" I winked.

"Here, your regular, but they didn't have basil so-" he mumbled, I don't know how he just knows what I need.

"Thank you Joon" I said smiling like an idiot.

We roamed about and talked a bit more before we decided to head back as he had practice the next day morning.

"Damn, I had such a great day" I said as his driver parked the car infront of our building. I don't know if I should, But may be I will and I just asked before he said anything "Wanna go upstairs? For some coffee?" I mentally slapped myself, that sounded so better in my head.

"I'd love to" he said with a smile before he pulled up his mask and exited the car.

We entered the elevator and I pressed our floor, I hope Nika isn't back.

"I really enjoyed the day you know. Lets go on a date again" he suddenly blurted, not even looking at me smiling at our hands.

"Wait! What do you mean again? We were on a date?" I asked in shock.

"I mean, weren't we? Like..." I stopped him and told him "You never told me!" I stepped outside the elevator and walked to our apartment door. I opened it and walked in with Namjoon at my tow.

"Welcome to our humble abode" I said, and showed him to the drawing room as I went it to our washroom to splash some water in my face.

I came back to Him staring at our collected Tiny tan showcase.

"They are good, specially that one" he pointed at a replica of Van Gogh's Starry night hanging on the wall above the couch.

"I love the starry night. But by the way what was that about the date" I brought back the topic.

"Well, I thought it is, like you'd understand" he stood up and walked close to me.

"I appreciate the thought, but these things need to be said and reciprocated" I said and walked into the kitchen to the counter to bring some snacks.

Suddenly I felt a presence around me and a firm grip on my waist. "So if I say I really like you? Wouldn't you reciprocate?" His husky voice near my ear sent chills down my spine.

I was so shocked that I turned around and I shouldn't have, now I was trapped face to face in a close proximity with Namjoon between the kitchen counter and him, my ways of escape guarded by his muscular arms. I was looking wide eye into his eyes, my eyes travelled allover his face which looked more beautiful from up close. My eyes finally rested on his lips, and suddenly, he leaned in and I shut my eyes, and if someone says magic, thats what I exactly felt.

I have never been kissed like that before, like he really wanted me, and he pushed me on the kitchen counter and brought himself closer. His lips felt so soft against mine. I felt his grip shift to my waist and he pulled me into him and I tangled my hand behind his neck, entangling my hands with his soft locks above his neck. He let out a slight groan into my mouth, when I tugged at them.

We parted for a few moments as we looked at each other, he looked at me, his eyes full of fondness. I pried myself on the kitchen counter as Namjoon widen my legs and stood between them and attacked my lips. We both smiled through the kiss, as I re-entangled my fingers amoung his hair. We were so engrossed in each other that we didn't hear the jiggle of keys and the door open. We didn't even realise untill a very shocked voice was heard.

"Not in the kitchen!" On hearing which I almost pushed Namjoon away in shock.

"Where was the code pink?" She asked. I was still in shock and mumble something around "I didn't know"

While Namjoon utter "Nika!" And looked at me "Nika's your room mate"

I gave a sheepish smile and said "yeah" and side eyed Nika to get lost.

"hi and bye. I'm going to my room. Don't bother" and walked inside the apartment.

And Namjoon looked back at me and asked "Code pink?"

"We have color coded different situations for better communication. And before you ask, I didn't tell you or let her introduce me to you guys so that, because I wanted to become friends with you guys naturally and not under any influence.

"I think I understand" He smiled and came in for another kiss.

"So, are you willing to give us a try?" He asked, literally with star eyes.

"I think" I said almost unsure.

"Look, I know it wont be easy, and we'll have to meet and go out in odd timing and stuff, but we'll figure stuff out okay?" He said

"Okay. Baby steps" I said. And he hugged me, I had my head on his chest and he rested his on the nape of my neck.

"I really like you" he mumbled against my skin.

"So do I" I said back.

"So as your boyfriend can I claim that I helped you pass a day with out the burning stick?" He asked with a dimpled smile

"You could but, I already had one in the morning" and smiled.

"Well, atleast try to get it a bit lesser. Just give me a call or text, hang out in the studio. Please" he said pleading with his eyes.

I nodded and kissed his cheek.

"And yes, stop accepting projects from Hybe, it makes you their employee" he suddenly said.

"Why? They pay really good" I said. He pouted and looked at me, of course I knew why. "Okay, I won't" I finally said and he hugged me again.

And that night passed with Nika listening to all the "tea" and us "celebrating"

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~3 months later~

K.rm94 sent you a message

Jagi.....<3

Baby.... 😀

> What? It's 2.34am.

Were you sleeping?

> Well no 😅

> Why?

Look outside.

*What I saw outside the window*

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Idol! Namjoon x Non-Idol! Reader: Dating Rumour

A/n: This one has an established relationship. You can just read this independently or read the First Part. It wont matter if you don't but it'll make more sence. Also for anyone who's read the Other Part, this happens like 1 year down the line, even Bang PD knew about you and Namjoon and said it was fine with the labels as long as its not public, the staff and the artists knew.

Summary: Its common to have a dating rumour when one is an idol. But what is you have a dating rumour being a non-idol and someone leaks your personal info. What happens? Find out.

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You were driving back from work, it was really crowded in your area. Songs were playing from the speakers, but you were getting impatient so you opened you phone to check as you waited for the road to get clear and that is when you noticed

11 missed calls from Nika 🌻

21 missed calls from My Love 🐨

9 missed calls from Tata 🎙️

3 missed calls from Land Lady

And over 100 texts

"Damn! Whats wrong?!" You shouted .

You contemplated whom to call first and you hit the call button for Nika your roommate, she picked it up as soon as the call connected. And before you could say anything you heard.

"WHERE ARE YOU BITCH! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE ARE?"

"Woah! Calm down. My phone was on silent mode, I was in a meeting and forgot to turn the sound back on. But why so many missed calls? And what's with the crowd in our neighborhood?" You asked.

"You're in the neighborhood? Turn around and drive to some alley and send me the location. Quick" you heard a background voice that said "tell her to send it to Namjoonie too" you smiled at Hoseok's voice.

"Nika? Where are you and what's going on?" You asked getting worried of her tone, she rarely sounded that worried.

"I'll tell you when you get to safety, but untill you reach the dorms, do not and I mean DO NOT leave the car and wear a mask and the cap you keep in the dashboard locker" she said hurriedly.

"But-"

"No buts do it quick and at any cost do not leave the car or check your socials" she said "DO NOT" you were ichting to ask why or to check your social account but you knew she asked you not to do so for a reason so you'll agree. You wore the cap and hat and shared your live location to Nika and Namjoon.

Within minutes, you recieved a call from Namjoon.

"Are you safe?" Was the first thing he said, you could hear the worry laced in his words.

"Yes, Joon but whats going on?" You asked "And I am parked by Lamp post in XXXX Lane"

"I'll tell you everything when you come back, just do what Nika has told you. Sihyuk Hyung has already sent someone to reach you" he said.

"Hitman Bang?! Why is he involved? DID I DO SOMETHING?!" You asked freaking out.

"No no, calm down jagi. Everything is fine. Everything will be fine okay" he said "I've gotta leave to reach the dorm in time, be careful. Okay babe?" He said

You hummed and hung up.

You waited listening songs and waited. Your patience was running out and you picked up your phone and were about to unlock it and check your notifs when a knock came from the window. You screamed at the sudden sound and got even more scared when you saw two figures in black hoodie and black cap and black mask outside your window. You were so scared and thanked lord that all your windows were up and the two kept knocking. You were about to dial the police when one of them lowered their mask, to reveal Beomgyu, as he shouted, "Noona open the door". You hit the unlock button for the car and he got in on the back seat while another voice came to your side and asked you to scoot to the passengers's seat. You ruffled across to the other seat, and Beomgyu said, "Thats Samuel, our guy, don't worry" in english, you literally felt that he was in a spy movie feel and you couldn't deny that you felt the same, with all this going on.

Samuel got into the driving seat and you peered back Beomgyu and asked "Whats going on Gyu-ya?" You asked as you put on your seat belt.

"Ah, Kookie hyung told me to not talk about it untill you reach there" he said.

"There where?" You asked

"To the dorms" He said "We couldn't send Samuel alone cause you don't know him and wouldn't trust him"

"Like hell I wouldn't" you said and looked at Samuel and said "no offence" and he nodded.

"So I came along. Don't worry Bang PDnim will take care of the rumours" he said.

And your eyes went wide and a 1000 thoughts rushed to your head "Rumours? Oh MY GOD!" you freaked out

"Sir you were not supposed to say that" Samuel said

"Oh!" He said and covered his mouth "please don't freak out Noona! Please! Or Your friend will kill me!"

"Who Nika? Where is she?" You asked.

"She's in your apartment, with Hoseok hyung in it, he can't leave" he said and added "please don't ask me anything more"

You sighed and said "okay"

"Are you hungry? I have snacks" he said and you were about to pick up your phone but Beomgyu snatched it away quickly. "No! Don't check your phone. Here eat this" he said and gave you a packet of Cheetos that you ate begrudgingly.

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You entered the dorm building, to find Namjoon and Taehyung in the loby, as soon as they saw you they rushed to you and Namjoon hugged you tightly. You suddenly felt another weight on the back and understood the it was Tae on the back.

"Can I now know what happened? What rumour?! Was it the reason why our neighborhood is mobbed?" You asked as they left the embrace, you took your phone and bag from Beomgyu who gave you a hug and Samuel parked your car and gave you the keys. You went into the lift and what the two started to explain to you was.

You had a dating rumour with Kim Taehyung

"WHAT!" You had shouted.

"Someone got a clip of the two of you talking and then concocted wierd stuff about similar rings and hoodies" Taehyung said.

"Also that one time you left your phone in out practice room, and it was visible in some Video and you have mirror selfiea with it the backcover being same" Namjoon said.

"But how did they know my name and address?!" You asked.

"Now that's the mystery well all are on" Taehyung said.

"Now you know why Si-hyuk hyung was involved? And we are all so worried cause someone leaked something. The background staff or any person's faces are always blurred. There's someone on the inside" Namjoon said, as you entered the dorm apartment with them.

"I have a dating rumour?!" You mumbled "I HAVE A DATING RUMOUR! OH MY GOD ! WHAT AM I GONNA DO?! I'LL HAVE TO LEAVE THE CITY?!!! CITY HELL I'LL HAVE TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY! WHERE WILL I GO! OH MY-" You were rambling and Namjoon just held your shoulders and crashed his lips with yours. Yes, Namjoon's personal way of shutting you up when you're rambling or freaking out. Once, when you were freaking out about q project infront of Jungkook while you were waiting for your boyfriend, he actually ran and called Namjoon from his studio to calm you down.

You just instantly melted into the kiss and tangled your hands on the back of his neck. A shiver ran down your back as you felt his tongue rub against your lower lip gently asking for entrance, and would have gladly given if you hadn't heard a sound of throat clearing.

"Please get a room before you decide to suck faces" Taehyung said as he made way to the couch. Giving one last kiss on your cheek he took your hand in his and you both walked in. You found all the 5 boys sitting on the couch. There were two spots left as Hobi was still stuck in your apartment with Nika, you and Joon took seats.

"How's are famous girl?" Jimin chirped and everybody looked at him "Too early?" He asked.

"So who was it?" You asked

"Well it was the SKGossip channel but we are sure that there is someone on the inside" Suga said as he lit up a tablet and showed you the screenshots of the pictures that they used as 'proof', you just kept staring at the pictures spellbound and didn't know what to say. "Don't worry, were filling a law suit and will get to the bottom of this, but you need to stay here for a while" Suga added

"Here? Why?" You asked

"Because nobody knows about this location and you will have to work from here or take leave" Namjoon said.

"But, what about my clothes and things" you asked.

"Hobi will get them on your way back, talk to Nika about that" he said, taking your hand in his to rub soothing circles.

"Where would I stay?" You asked. Of course you've been to the dorm before but you have never stayed over night as your over night "plans" generally took place at your place.

"Well, Jimin could shift to Hobi's room and you could stay there" Jin said shrugging.

"Or she can just stay with me" Namjoon suggested. And everybody looked t him and Jungkook said "We don't want to hear you guys doing it"

"We wont-" you were saying but were cute of by Namjoon saying "We'll be quiet"

"Namjoon!" You hit him on the arm.

"Ouch! What" he said rubbing the spot and the boys laughed.

And thats how you ended up living with the idols of your dreams, with your Roommate/only friend visiting from time to time. The law suit was going on and they said they had received and anonymous email with all the files and videos. So the company and the authorities were looking into the matter. While you often found yourself at extreme situations of nose bleed staying surrounded by 7 hot as hell men.

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"JUNGKOOOK!" You shouted

"HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU GUYS NOT TO LEAVE YOUR BOXERS IN THE BATHROOM!?" you said scrunching your nose in disgust and the bunny boy appreaded and asked.

"How did you know they are mine?" He said.

"They have Iron mans face on it! Whose else could they belong to?" You said.

"Her Namjoon hyung had a Winnie the Pooh boxer!" He said.

"Yeah, I know" you said and went inside the bathroom to do your business.

It was one of your off days so you went over to their home theater to watch a movie. When you are stuck here, might as well enjoy your time.

You took a comfortable seat and schemed through netflix, amoung your search your eyes landed upon a movie of your native country. Yeah, not being able to go to your place, made you feel homesick, so you put it on. And right then you heard the door open and in came Suga, and took a seat and got comfortable.

"You wanna watch something?" You asked him, pausing it.

"I did, but I didn't know what to watch, so this is fine, please put on the subtitles" he said and leaned into the seat.

With in 5 minutes of the movie you heard a walking music coming to your way and a chirpy "Hiii. I wanna watch too!" He said "Can you please start from the first, please Yn-ah!" He said "Also I brought pop-corn" he said.

"okay" you re-started the movie.

"Wait wait, so they are best friends but she loves him and he loves the other girl?" Hobi said.

"Yeah" you said. Suddenly a scene appeared and you laughed, but Hoseok and Yoongi were lost, so you explained them in context to your country as to why the part was funny. You enjoyed it in the starting but slowly it got annoying as you had to pause the movie alot to explain them.

"Wah! The women of your country are so pretty" Yoongi commented, and you felt proud.

You noticed Hoseok cry as the female protagonist got her heart broken and cried. Almost at the middle of the movie, you noticed Jimin enter with bags of snacks you were about to whine as to you couldn't restart the movie but he shocked you as he ran to take a seat and said "DamnI love this movie*

You literally paused the movie and looked at him in utter surprise. "What? (Your country) movies are really enjoyable" he said.

Later that night

"I heard you explained a full movie to the boys" Namjoon said shifting into the bed beside you.

"Yeah. All I wanted was to watch a movie" you said "But it was enjoyable to watch them get so intreagued" you said.

"Thats my (Your country) girl. I bet me and Hobi have the real catches" he said

"You bet. And that is what makes a lot of K-Armys hate me more" you said pouting.

"Aww babe, I told you not to read those" he said.

"I know, sorry" you said hugging is physically large form.

"Its okay babe, things are already gurning better, they're close to tracing the person who did it and in no times things will get better" he said kissing your forehead.

You noded and sighed "lets just enjoy our time together untill then" you said.

"That's more like it" He said and the two of you lulled to sleep in each other's arms.

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Namjoon x Reader: Smoking is injurious to health

Life is a rollercoaster of various events, and I fell like recently, the dips have been just too much. After completing my share of the work for the day I finally stepped out of the work station, almost making a run for the elevator and clicking the button for the top most floor.

As you I exited the elevator and almost crashed into Heuning-Kai who immediately went "Ah Noona, Anneyonghaseo" and bowed, I gave a slight bow and greeted him back. I walked past him and went straight towards the roof top, it's generally empty around these times and I completely love that. I stepped and the cold air of the night welcomed me, it was November and hence the night weather was cold and I loved the breeze hitting my face. Seeing that the roof was empty, I freed my hair from my scrunchie and wore it around my wrist. I hand combed my hair, just incase.

I loved this view, no matter how many times I see it, the view never fails to amaze me. The faint sound of the city hustle and the sound of wind. I pulled my phone and clicked a few pictures of the night view of the city of Seoul, from the roof of the Hybe building.

Suddenly, "Hey!"

"AAAAAAAHH!" I screeched and almost dropped my phone, but lucky the man infront of me caught it, swiftly before it hit the ground.

And my mind went blank. Why was Kim Taehyung sneaking up on me!!

"What? You didn't notice me when you entered?" He asked

"You were here?" I asked, shocked out of my mind.

"Yes. The whole time. How did you not see me?" He asked chuckling.

"I didn't expect anyone to be here, so I didn't look around much" I said and he laughed "you think scaring someone to death like that is funny?" I asked and scoffed.

"I didn't even know, you be scared Yn-ssi! But it was hilarious!" He said.

I just shook my head and smiled back. Me and Taehyung weirdly clicked on my first project in the company, when he bumped into me one evening and offered to buy me coffee as an apology for cracking my phone as I declined his offer of getting me a new phone. We talked and enjoyed. Even on my second project and leading to my third, we spoke as we saw each other.

We both gazed at the city lights and I swiftly brought out my pack of cigarettes holding one to my lips I brought out my lighter and lit it. Leaving a puff of smoke, facing away from Taehyung. As if on queue he brought out his vape and lit it as well.

"so how long is this project?" He asked

"Well it was supposed to be 1 month, but some technical issues have arrived and I think it'll take more time" I said and took in a puff.

"So I was thinking, lets connect on kakao, I think it'll me fun" he said and pulled out his phone and made a few clicks and showed me his kkt qr code. I scanned it with mine and pinged him. He gave a classic smile and went on "Yn-ssi can I have a puff? Please"

"No! I know you are strictly prohibited to smoke cigarettes. You can't fool me" I stuck out my tongue at him and took another pull.

"One pull, one tiny little pull"

"And loose my job?!" I said amused.

"No! Never! I'll vouch for you. But that won't happen"

"Nope. No need!!" I denied.

"Please. Please Yn-ssi please!" He was about to step closer when another voice was heard.

"Stay with your vape. You should consider yourself lucky you get it" I knew very well whom that voice belonged to. Tae groaned at his Namjoon hyung.

"Seriously? Again" he looked at me and said as he took a seat on the small pillar beside me.

"Don't blame the girl, she's going through a stressful day" I said taking a final puff and going to put it off and throw it in the dustbin. The roof is a common spot for the building's smoker workers to half an "air break".

When I walked back Taehyung was missing, Namjoon patted the spot beside him and I gladly took the seat.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Um.. Joaquin blew up the roaster and the back up is incomplete so we'll have work from the proceedings again" you said huffing.

"I had warned you guys in the very first day that he was an idiot" he said throwing his hands up.

"Oh c'mon, I could ask my agency to change the individual because they drink Americano with 6 pumps of sugar." And we both started laughing.

"No seriously, who does that?! Why would you drink Americano if you add 6 pumps of sugar in it!" He said laughing harder

"I seriously don't know, but you were right he is an idiot!" I said nodding "I cant believe he blew up 2 to 3 weeks progress. This is insane and stupid" and we both kept talking, untill my phone rang, and I picked it up. It was my friend/flat mate Nika "Where are you? Why aren't you home? Did you see the time!" She spoke in our native mother tongue

"No. I mean, uh .... I kind of got caught up, I'll tell you when I return. Whats the time" I removed the phone from my ear to see it been an hour since I came to the roof and was getting quite late. I calmed her down saying I was on my way out and will take a cab home, all replying in my mother tongue as well and hung up.

"My friend's freaking out, I told her to go home alone today as I'll ve late, but well its quite late. I better hurry" I stood up putting my phone back in my pocket and

"That frind who works here but you've never told us who it is?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

I nodded and he said "Yeah Lets go"

I didnt make much of it and started walking to lift and went back to my work station floor to get my bag. I was kinda glad Namjoon was following me making small talks as most of the lights were dimed and I'm kinda scared of the dark. We spoke about various stuff and he informed me that he was done for the day and wanted to ask Tae to ride back home together so he had originally come in search for Taehyung.

"But where did he go?" I asked as we came back to the lift.

"He must be at the cafe, he said something about a new part-timer being cute" shaking his head.

And as the elevator dinged at the bottom floor, he asked "Will you drive home?"

"No, I let my friend take our car. I'll just get a cab" I said shrugging.

"No!" He suddenly said.

"What?" I said shocked.

"Let go, Tae will drive you home first and then we'll return"

"No! Are you crazy! Cause I'm not, I do not wanna take the risk of getting seen like that!" I said, shocked by the stupidity of the 148 iq man infront of me.

"Yeah, you're kinda right" he said with a sheepish grin and scratched his head. "Then I'll arrange the car for you." I tried to protest but he said "Nope! You stayed late for the company, and it's my duty as your boss, well kinda, to take responsibility"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled saying "okay, my responsible boss" smh. But I smiled to my self, that feeling when the person you love does something sweet for you and it warms your heart. Even though to him it might just be a considering gesture for just an employee. To me, it was like a blessing from heaven and I couldn't wait to tell this to Nika.

As always as soon as you told Nika about your encounter, she got all excited. You suddenly herd you KKT tone go off, and the notification left you stunt.

K.rm94 sent you a message

I hope you reached home safe.

Oh I hope you don't mind I stole your contact from Tae ;)).

Seeing me stand there in shock, Nika came to my side and glanced at the notification and literally screamed.

"Girl, I thing today calls for the big bottle huh. Order some nice food and get fresh" She almost order and Just looked at her.

"Don't acted like you didn't drag my broke ass to a whole restaurant on the day Hobi asked for my number. And this would have happened a long time ago if you would have just let me introduce you to them" I just rolled my eyes and what she said and said "I was embarrassed back then. And I'm ordering some pork belly chops and bbq"

"Suits me!" She shouted from the kitchen.

A drink wont hurt, it was friday anyway.

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Two weeks latter, I again found myself smoking on the roof, it was quite early, but I had a presentation and wanted to double check everything. It would be an our or more before the other employees pile in.

"You shouldn't be smoking at this hour, you know" I heard the voice of the man of my dreams and almost instantly the cigarette was pulled out of my hand. I watched him walk all the way to the dustbin to put out the smoke and throw it. As he came back I noticed he had 2 go to cups in his hand. He just place one infront of me.

"Here, your lemon ice tea with 1 pump of sugar, and little but of mint and basil" I was taken aback and shocked. Namjoon looked at me and went "What? You don't like it? I got something wrong haven't I? Did I-"

"No it's exactly what I always drink. I was just shocked you remember it." I smiled accepting the cup and sipping on it. He gave an illegal dimple smile. Man how can a human look THIS good, early in the morning?! I wondered. Suddenly I realised and asked him.

"How did you know I am here?"

"You did tell me last night, that you were nervous. So I thought of buying you your emotional support drink to cheer you up. But, you weren't on your floor, so I figured you'd be here" and he shrugged. Damn this man is smart. "don't worry you'd do great" he said bumping his hand on my shoulder lightly.

I loved and cherished these moments. Be it texts or in IRL. Just the fact that he thought about me even amoung so many things he could be thinking of made me blush. I wish I could tell him the efect these little things he does. Nika's teases also dont do any more help than pour oil in fire.

"Can I ask something?" Namjoon like just like he always does even on texts.

"I've told you to not ask that question and just ask away" I said smiling.

"Why do you smoke so much. Like you do it alot, I'm just curious not discriminating or anything" he said, seemingly nervous.

I fixed my glasses and said "Well, I've been doing it for a long time, to some extent it has become a habit. Also stress, loneliness and stuff"

"Loneliness?" He said looking at you from the road.

"Yeah. My mum and sis are at Gimpo, it's not far but still whatever, and I dont really have friends, except my roommate and a few others" I chucked, "I'm quite the loner, yeah, I go around places alone at times. So yeah, that feels quite lonely"

"You shouldn't have to" Namjoon suddenly blurted out "You could come with me, I go about incognito alot"

"You don't have to do that, please" I said, feeling bad to see him pity me, but what he said next surprised me

"But I want to, I've wanted to and this seemed like a good opportunity, and Im blabbering sorry" He shut up and I was kinda in surprise, but my cellphone rang up and broke the moment. It was my presentation partner, I picked it up and told him that, I'll see him in a bit.

"I better get going. See you around." I told Namjoon and walked away, picking my cup in hand. On the way down to the elevator I smiled at it.

Time passed on like that me, Namjoon and Tae and even the other members met often here and there sometimes planned sometimes on coincidence. But Namjoon became quite a regular part of my life, specially through texts. Sending each other nice pictures of food and sky or of cute animals had become common. He even sneaked good pictures of the members or sent in videos and short clips. But, finally the last day of project came and Tae and Namjoon fared you well.

"Hey I'm not leaving the country or city! Why that frown" I asked Namjoon.

"He's sad that he won't be able to see you everyday" Tae joked and I laughed.

Namjoon just stretched his arms out as if signalling for a hug. I looked around to find thr corridor empty and went in for a hug. Damn, I felt like it was what my body want for whole life. That feeling of having him against me, his musky and deodrant smell damn, I could die happily in these arms. Those videos were right, he does give great hugs. We finally pulled apart and Tae came in for a hug. An out of breath Yeonjun was seen coming running with Beomgyu behind him.

"Yn! I'll miss you!" He said and hugged me, "Gosh Yeonjun, why do you do this everytime"

"Noona! Noona! I'll miss your sandwich!" Beomgyu hugged the both of us.

"Enough drama, come by the restaurant and I'll feed you all the food. Just tell me before hand" I saod smiling at them.

"Restaurant?" Namjoon asked.

"Noona's mom owns an Indian food restaurant in Gimpo. Its a long drive but its worth it" Beomgyu said releasing us.

"I visit on some weekends. You guys should totally come. My mom would be elated to see you both!" I said.

"Lets plan. A weekend then!" Tae said with his boxy smile.

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Days passed and I got busy with new projects but Namjoon's texts seemed to remain constant. One day, one text made me blush, it was a friday evening, I had just stepped out of the shower, I was alone, Nika was out for some celebratory dinner with her teammates.

K.rm94 sent you a message

Whatchya doin tomorrow? Any plans

> Not much. I'd probably sleep and Netflix

Then I'll pick you up at 10am

I started freaking out I texted Nika but all were left unread. I opened my closet and sat choosing between various clothes, finally deciding on something casual and comfortable.

Namjoon was dot on time the next day in his car driven by another man ofcourse and we went to visit an art gallery. We had lunch at a nice empty diner and he took me to this beautiful flower garden by the Han river. Strangely all the nerves that I felt before he arrived had vanished the moment my eyes laid on him. I was standing and admiring a flower, when I heard the click of the camera and there Namjoon was standing, pointing his phone camera at me.

"Sorry. You just looked so pretty looking at it. Ah. I should have asked. Im-" he started blabbering but I stopped it saying it was fine, with flushed cheeks and the boy shocked me with what he said next.

"then, would it be okay if I held your hand?" I couldn't see his face due to the mask, but his eyes said it clear that he was smiling and not a joking one but a cute fond one. I just looked back at the flower and nodded my head. I felt him slip his hand beside mine and interlacing our fingers. Damn, it felt so right. Walking around in a garden holding the hand of the person I loved. What else could I want?

Would it be too selfish If I wanted to keep this human for me. If I just wanted this Human to be mine. I had 1000s of thoughts rushing throught my head. When I felt him tug at my hand, I looked at him and he motioned towards a bench near by.

"Sit here, I'll be back in a while" He winked and walked to a certain direction. I froze and felt a blush rush to my cheek, hopefully he was already walking away and didn't see that. I pulled out my phone and answered a few texts and saw my room mates text

Nika:

Going out. Will be home late. I want all the tea when I return.

I chuckled at the girl's enthusiasm. I looked around to see Namjoon still out of sight so logged into Twitter and the first post was a cute video of Felix from Straykids and I giggled.

"What has you all giggly?" I hear Namjoon's voice.

"Just Lee Felix, aww he's just so cute"

"And I ain't? Seriously woman?" Namjoon said, fake pouting. I swear if I could I'd squish his cheeks and shower him with kisses but I controlled myself and said "Well you're cute too" I winked.

"Here, your regular, but they didn't have basil so-" he mumbled, I don't know how he just knows what I need.

"Thank you Joon" I said smiling like an idiot.

We roamed about and talked a bit more before we decided to head back as he had practice the next day morning.

"Damn, I had such a great day" I said as his driver parked the car infront of our building. O don't know if I should, But may be I will and I just asked before he said anything "Wanna go upstairs? For some coffee?" I mentally slapped myself, that sounded so better in my head.

"I'd love to" he said with a smile before he pulled up his mask and exited the car.

We entered the elevator and I pressed our floor, I hope Nika isn't back.

"I really enjoyed the day you know. Lets go on a date again" he suddenly blurted, not even looking at me smiling at our hands.

"Wait! What do you mean again? We were on a date?" I asked in shock.

"I mean, weren't we? Like..." I stopped him and told him "You never tood me!x I stepped outside the elevator and walked to our apartment door. I opened it and walked in with Namjoon at my tow.

"Welcome to our humble abode" I said, and showed him to the drawing room as I went it to our washroom to splash some water in my face.

I came back to Him staring at our collected Tiny tan showcase.

"They are good, specially that one" he pointed at a replica of Van Gogh's Starry night hanging on the wall above the couch.

"I love the starry night. But by the way what was that about the date" I brought back the topic.

"Well, I thought it is, like you'd understand" he stood up and walked close to me.

"I appreciate the thought, but these things need to be said and reciprocated" I said and walked into the kitchen to the counter to bring some snacks.

Suddenly I felt a presence around me and a firm grip on my waist. "So if I say I really like you? Wouldn't you reciprocate?" His husky voice near my ear sent chills down my spine.

I was so shocked that I turned around and I shouldn't have, now I was trapped face to face in a close proximity with Namjoon between the kitchen counter and him, by ways of escape guarded by his muscular arms. I was looking wide eye into his eyes, my eyes travelled allover his face which looked more beautiful from up close. My eyes finally rested on his lips, and suddenly, he leaned in and I shit my eyes, and if someone says magic, thats what I exactly felt.

I have never been kissed like that before, like he really wanted me, and he pushed me on the kitchen shink and brought himself closer. His lips felt so soft against mine. I felt his grip shift to my waist and he pulled me into him and I tangled my hand behind his neck, entangling my hands with his soft locks above his neck. He let out a slight groan into my mouth, when I tugged at them.

We parted for a few moments as we looked at each other, he looked at me, his eyes full of fondness. I pried myself on the kitchen counter as Namjoon widen my legs and stood between them and attacked my lips. We both smiled through the kiss, as I re-entangled my fingers amoung his hair. We were so engrossed in each other that we didn't hear the jiggle of keys and the door open. We didn't even realise untill a very shocked voice was heard.

"Not in the kitchen!" On hearing which I almost pushed Namjoon away in shock.

"Where was the code pink?" She asked. I was still in shock and mumble something around "I didn't know"

While Namjoon utter "Nika!" And looked at me "Nika's your room mate"

I gave a sheepish smile and said "yeah" and side eyed Nika to get lost.

"hi and bye. I'm going to my room. Don't bother" and walked inside the apartment.

And Namjoon looked back at me and asked "Code pink?"

"We have color coded different situations for better communication. And before you ask, I didn't tell you or let her introduce me to you guys so that, because I wanted to become friends with you guys naturally and not under any influence.

"I think I understand" He smiled and came in for another kiss.

"So, are you willing to give us a try?" He asked, literally with star eyes.

"I think" I said almost unsure.

"Look, I know it wont be easy, and we'll have to meet and go out in odd timing and stuff, but we'll figure stuff out okay?" He said

"Okay. Baby steps" I said. And he hugged me, I had my head on his chest and he rested his on the nape of my neck.

"I really like you" he mumbled against my skin.

"So do I" I said back.

"So as your boyfriend can I claim that I helped you pass a day with out the burning stick?" He asked with a dimpled smile

"You could but, I already had one in the morning" and smiled.

"Well, atleast try to get it a bit lesser. Just give me a call or text, hang out in the studio. Please" he said pleading with his eyes.

I nodded and kissed his cheek.

"And yes, stop accepting projects from Hybe" he suddenly said.

"Why? They pay really good" I said. He pouted and looked at me, of course I knew why. "Okay, I won't" I finally said and he hugged me again.

And that night passed with Nika listening to all the "tea" and us "celebrating"

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~3 months later~

K.rm94 sent you a message

Jagi.....<3

Baby.... 😀

> What? It's 2.34am.

Were you sleeping?

> Well no 😅

> Why?

Look outside.

*What I saw outside the window*

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.

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comment your thoughts xxx

Pulling a Shakespeare and rhyming endly with friendly because I’m out of brain cells.

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.

The Han Family: Kim Namjoon

Trope: s2l.

Oc Information: [The name will be used in the parts where another couple is discussed to avoid confusion.]

Han Sooah.

29 yo.

10/30

1.69 cm

Wife of Mr. Han's younger brother, Han Seunghyun.

Context: You married Seunghyun when you were just 20 years old, and no, it wasn't for love, it was for business. He was many years older than you, but you couldn't say no to him when he had practically bought your family.

He wasn't a bad person, he was very permissive, he let you go out whenever you wanted, let you eat whatever you wanted, let you spend money on whatever you wanted, no matter the price. He was the perfect husband, or so your friends said.

For you he was... difficult. You tried to be a good wife, but you couldn't do it when he was so cold to you. You barely saw him at night when he came home, you tried to have dinner with him, but he always went straight to his bedroom, you even thought about giving him signs that you didn't mind having sex with him, but he always pretended to sleep when you tried to make him understand.

Every day by his side was just another day where you were sinking into a deep depression that you didn't even notice was there. It wasn't until Namjoon came along, with his painful and revealing questions, that you began to question how you felt and what you wanted to do with your life.

And your husband was no longer part of those plans.