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I LOVE ANGSTY FICS LIKE THIS SO MUCH! No His Or Hellos, Go Ahead And Just Rip My Heart Straight Out.

I LOVE ANGSTY FICS LIKE THIS SO MUCH! No hi’s or hello’s, go ahead and just rip my heart straight out. Also, the rpwp references—absolute perfection 😘🤌🏻

Seven Minutes - KNJ (18+)

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Theme: Major Angst, implied smut, fluff if you squint, Time-traveler Namjoon (?)

Wordcount: 1.1k+

Summary: Namjoon goes around the world in a day in just seven minutes.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, cock riding, creampie (it's a no no), death, very angsty, time travelling but not really. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: I don't know what is this honestly. I managed to incorporate rpwp tracks in the story but I hope you guys don't cry. let me know how it is if you want <3

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The first trail of winter is evident under the soft glow of sun.

Leaves are starting to turn brown, there is a chill in the early morning air, the last remnants of fog are still clinging to the dust.

But Namjoon can’t feel a thing, neither the chill nor the foggy air. He is not from this world or timeline after all.

Namjoon sees himself, the younger version, standing at the bus stop waiting for the vehicle to arrive so he can leave for his first class.

He used to be so sorted out even in his early twenties but that faded with time.

And then he sees you, the younger version of you.

Rushing past him you reach where the younger Namjoon is standing currently.

You look the same - just so beautiful.

It is the moment that younger Namjoon fell for you.

It is the moment everything started.

When he peeks he sees his younger self stealing glances at you. He smiles at the dumbfoundedness of the younger boy, who is very clearly taken aback with your beauty.

It was the very moment he fell for you.

But right now he feels like he has been the wrong person in the right place.

Only if it were someone else, you probably would have been happier than he had ever managed to make you.

Everything surrounding Namjoon morphes into black and gradually the scene changes.

Now he finds himself standing inside a wedding hall.

The wedding hall, where he got tied with you.

There are familiar faces everywhere, some of the faces he missed seeing, some of the faces he hated seeing, and some he never saw properly in the first place.

Then his eyes fell on your figure.

You look so divine, so gorgeous that he could start crying right away.

Your gloved hands are held by another younger version of himself, the one that claimed to be your groom.

He watches as you two take vows one by one, promising for a forever that he failed to keep.

And then the kiss.

Namjoon recalls he felt like heaven at that moment.

You felt like heaven to him.

Just as before, everything starts morphing into a blackhole again. The scene changes and now he is standing inside your shared bedroom.

The first thing he sees is the sunkissed smooth skin of your naked back, then his eyes drift down towards your hip. His younger self is clutching onto your waist as if his life depends on it.

The grunts and moans are mixing with the already tensed air and making things even worse.

He watches you ride the other him, your tits bouncing with every move you make.

You have always rode him like a pro, making him go nuts.

You release, triggering his own climax. He spills into you shamelessly.

“I- I love you so much” his younger self confesses to his freshly wedded wife, you.

“I love you too, Joon.” you reply ardently.

The scene changes with another rush of black.

This time he travels to a much recent time, only two years prior to his own timeline.

You two are now married for five years already.

The promises of loving each other have started crumbling down under the weight of busy schedules, unspoken truths and the monotonous routine of everyday life.

The love his younger self confessed of has turned into a habit.

He sees you waiting. You are sitting on the couch, staring towards the condo door as if you haven't seen him for years.

Namjoon wishes you could actually see the current version of himself, who is also desperate to reach out to you now.

But he knows it’s impossible. He doesn’t belong to this timeline.

The door opens. Another version of himself walks in, clearly tried and irritated.

“You’re late again.” your voice comes out thinner than the night-time air.

Younger Namjoon doesn’t give you a single nod and heads straight towards the bedroom.

He stands there, watching you as tear drops fall from your eyes one by one, roll down on your cheeks and soon turn into a downpour of heavy emotions.

Namjoon cries too, even when he can’t feel his own tears. He cries with you nonetheless.

This is the moment, he realized, he became lost for the rest of his lifetime.

This time the black is mixed with a little white, making things gray.

When the next scene appears, he finds himself, younger only by a year, sitting at his desk with his head leaned back and eyes closed.

You stand before him, crying, sobbing, almost begging.

The scene breaks his heart. But his younger self had been impressively heartless at that time.

“What do you mean you fell out of love?” you manage to speak in between the sobs.

“I said what I feel, Y/N. I need a break.” His younger self adds matter-of-fact-ly.

He hates it.

How could he be so blind? How could he not see what he was doing to you? How the hell did he manage to be such an asshole?

You break down at his words.

Namjoon turns his back at the scene. If he stays in this timeline for a second more, he will lose it.

And as if granting his prayers, the scene changes. The black nothingness gets even lighter this time.

Is this a sign of approaching the end of seven minutes?

This time he finds himself alone, the same one as himself, just a few hours prior.

He is sitting at an overpriced bar, clutching a whisky in his one hand, clutching his phone to his ear with another.

He is calling you.

“Come back to me, Y/N. come back to me.” he murmurs into the call.

If he remembers correctly, you cut the call as soon as he completed his sentence. You were unwilling to let him break you more, which he understands - appreciates.

Settings morph into a grayish black for one last time. And now he is back where he is supposed to be.

Namjoon’s soul stands beside the hospital bed, where his dead body is lying cold.

You are sitting right beside him, crying your eyes out.

Crying as if your heart has been ripped off and your blood is flowing ceaselessly.

Research says the human brain stays active for seven minutes after death to replay memories.

Is it a coincidence that he started his seven minutes with you and ended it with you?

Probably not because you have been his world, his most precious gain in life.

Even though he had caused you so much pain, you never truly left.

And see… you are here to mourn for his unfortunate, premature death.

Spending his last seven minutes with you is equivalent to going around the world in a day to him.

And this way Namjoon can bid you goodbye properly, even when you will never get to know about it.

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