SEVEN PROMOTION SCHEDULE

SEVEN PROMOTION SCHEDULE

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Namjoon is champagne. He's the whole bottle. A tall glass of perfection, full-bodied, sweet, and strong. Piercing eyes watching you over the rim. You drink him in, his sleek suit, his honey voice, impressive in everything he does, and the way he notices the small things about you. He offers to pay for another, already knowing what you like. You found each other in empty bar in a nice restaurant in an even nicer hotel. It's enticing, you share a confession and a laugh, in high spirits. You listen, drunk on, what is it? This feeling bubbling, a seltzer inside of you that makes you jittery every time you catch his eyes staring at your legs. You cheers one last time in the quietness of his suite. You know how this will end, but you hope maybe he will find a taste for you like you have now of him. That he will seek you out as his favorite drink. You hope his eyes that watched you so curiously all night, now watching as you fall apart under him, never look at another. He tickles the back of your throat, has you gasping for more. Is it too much to ask of him? For another round of him?

Seokjin is Tequila on a bright summer day. A knockout, too pretty, too smooth. The type of man you should savor. But it was quick, sudden introduction. You tipped your head back into his wide shoulder, pleading eyes meeting his surprised face. He wraps his arm around your body, lips meeting in a chaste kiss, your mysterious patron scaring away a sour nuisance to your left. At first meeting you already understood each other completely, you hadn’t known it fully then, too tipsy in that moment. You share a shot to thank him, and somehow your act becomes something more, your friendly banter becomes something more, and with every pour, your lie turns into truth, he feels it and so do you. It started as an act, but now it just feels right. Right place, right time. You stay by his side, he makes excuses keep you close, buys you another round, his smile bright and warm. Laughter that makes your sides hurt. Kisses that make your heart jump. Embraces that make your knees weak. The sun sets and kisses turn heated, mouths molding together, tongues licking salty skin, drinking each other in.

Yoongi is smooth nightcap right before bed. A glass of whisky on the rocks he pours for you and him. You tell each other your worries, caressing smooth skin, his love warms you under the covers. He whispers sweet praise that fills you up with him. Sweet affirmations against your belly button, hands trickling down your body. You hiss in contentedness, fingers twisting in his hair. His voice is suave and silky, like the sheets wrapped around your bodies. His sharp tongue moves smoothly, makes you wine against him. He is your drink of choice, you would choose him, every day, every night.

Hoseok is club drinks on a friday night. Expensive and sweet, designer, rich. Hands moving your swaying body to the music, his hot breath against your temple. He is the life of the party, he lifts you up, excites you, makes your palms sweat and your body pulse. You laugh too loudly, dance too closely, look into each others' eyes, neon club lights shining within his dark gaze. If he's a bad decision, you don't care, if this high lasts only for tonight, you don't mind, because his wide grin and close body delights your senses, and by the way he looks at you and holds you possessively, you just know, next weekend you will indulge again.

Jimin is Soju. Friends at home, homemade dinner and a full case you intend to finish. You go shot for shot, wanting to see more of the side he only shows when his walls are worn down, when you have enough liquid courage to encourage him. You knock into each other, bodies like magnets, impossible to pull away, hands lingering for much longer than either of you intend. You lean into him when hugs you in jest. He tickles you, to tease you, but also because he wants to feel your suppleness, needs to hear your sweet laughter, wants to watch you writhing and gasping. The reasons why you can’t keep your hands away are ignored, too shy to speak them. Even when he kisses you, you pretend it’s the alcohol talking, even when you pull him in by the neck, you blame the empty bottles. But you can’t deny, you’re not a drinker, and he’s the taste you crave.

Taehyung is white wine on a starry night. Smooth notes sung against your cheek, smile tickling your ear, hands around your waist, deep soft chuckles and eyes watching you instead of the stars. A galaxy in his irises that spreads warmth down your body, wholly intoxicated by his presence. There's a deep sense of belonging as your lips sip his love slowly, as you take your time savoring your moments with him, like this life with him was meant to be romanticized, cherished, celebrated at every waking moment. A blanket, cheese, bread, his jacket around your shoulders and Taehyung, always the perfect accompaniment.

Jungkook is a glass of cold beer. Solo cups in the kitchen, shy eyes meeting each other above the rim. Foam on his lip licked away and youthful charm about him. Exploring eyes that lead to exploring hands and exploring lips. Bodies pressed tightly to one another as you speak, cupped hands over ears, teasing each other, flirtatious dares, propositions spoken through slurred smiles. You didn't notice how strong of a connection it was until you were knocked off your feet by him. You sit in a foreign bedroom, kissing and spilling, fingers dipping into one another's cup, a sloppy game of passion and giggles. The music dulls when you're having a taste of each other, your body numb by the pleasure he pours into you. Tomorrow morning when you wake up with matching bruises, your cups empty but your hearts now full, the memories will be hazy, but you'll still feel it, that strong connection that has you both questioning just how bad you're addicted.

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'round midnight · knj (f)

summary; in which after a long night out of drinking, you finally come home to namjoon.

pair: kim namjoon x f.reader

genre: established relationship

tags/warnings: none, just a warm & cuddly joon taking care of drunk oc does that count as a warning

wc: 1.1k words

note: wanted to write my version of how i think it would look like coming home to namjoon drunk in the middle of the night. :D gathered inspiration from the last episode of suchwita (or r-chwita ?) — at one point i was convinced they were taking shots of water ? their tolerance is so high i would have passed out by the third shot

let me know what you think <3

Arriving home after a night of drinking, the world swayed as each step felt heavier than the last.

When you finally reach your building, you fumble for the keys in your purse, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach as you become acutely aware of the lateness of the hour. You look at the time on your phone and wince. It was already far past 3am. Surely, Namjoon would be asleep by now, unaware of your delayed return. Your only desire is to slip into bed unnoticed and let sleep whisk you away into sweet oblivion. You hoped he wouldn't worry too much when he discovers that you weren't tucked in bed beside him.

With every effort to be as quiet as possible, you unlock your door, swearing under your breath when it creaks loudly. So much for stealth.

Pushing open the door of your apartment, however, that hope evaporated. To your surprise, there he was: Wrapped up in one of his oversized hoodies, Namjoon was seated on the couch with a book in his hand and glasses perched on his nose, flinching ever so slightly when the door creaks open to announce your arrival. Despite his clear concern, a subtle smile tugs at his lips when he sees your face — flushed and giddy from the night's festivities.

"Baby," he calls out gently, setting his book aside and moving towards you.

Your heart still beats wildly at the sound of that beloved nickname - an intimate term so often reserved for quiet moments between just the two of you. Even in your drunken haze, you feel a warmth spreading across your chest that has nothing to do with alcohol.

You blink at him in confusion but can't help but smile. "Namjoon…" you slur as you clumsily approach him. "You're awake?" you mumble in disbelief, leaning against the wall for support.

He quickly walks over to hold onto you before you topple. "Hey," he says with a chuckle. "You're really drunk right now."

You sway a bit as Namjoon approaches. He was careful not to show any signs of disapproval as he reaches out to take your hand, steadying you before bending down to help you out of your shoes, then taking your coat and hanging it near the door.

"I am," you admit sheepishly, allowing him to guide you toward the couch. He sits down first, maneuvering your body to let your legs rest across his lap. At that moment, seeing him all domesticated and caring made your heart race, filling you with a tender warmth that pushed aside the dizziness fogging your mind.

"You're really late coming home, baby," he chides gently. "I was worried. You okay?"

"Yes," you manage to slur out through a drunken smile, trying your best to put together a coherent sentence through your stupor. "Might have had a little too much, though."

Namjoon sighs, his expression softening as his eyes seem to drink in every detail of your disheveled appearance. He shakes his head with a hint of amusement, and without missing a beat, leans over to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. The tenderness of the gesture makes your heart swell, and you can't resist the urge to wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. Namjoon chuckles, his arms coming around you in a comforting embrace.

His scent brings a strange sort of clarity to your muddled thoughts - this moment somehow feeling more real than anything else that night. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you clinging together amongst the fragments. And though you were reluctant to admit it in that hazy state, this feeling was far more intoxicating than any drink had been throughout the night.

Namjoon gently pulls away from your embrace, carefully studying your blissed out face, scanning for any signs of injury or worry. It was then that his attentive gaze transforms into a playful smirk.

"You had fun tonight then?" he inquires gently, brushing some hair from your forehead.

A smile erupts from your lips as memories of the night's adventures flood your mind. "Yeah," you sigh blissfully. "I hate to admit it, but the booze helped loosen me up."

Namjoon laughs wholeheartedly at your confession, dimples making a warm appearance. "That's good to hear, baby." He pauses for a moment, the gentle touch of his fingers on your face making you feel comfortable and at ease. "But next time, try not to worry me so much by coming home this late, okay?"

You nod in agreement, taking in the sincerity and warmth radiating from his presence. “Mhmm,” you mumble, sinking further into the couch. "I promise," you whisper, and with a final giggle, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the events of the night slowly settle into the recesses of your memory.

Namjoon leans in for a sweet peck on your forehead and guides you towards the bathroom. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed," he says with an almost parental tone. You groan in protest, but he insists.

Leaning against him for support, you manage to clumsily shuffle to the bathroom. As Namjoon holds you up, he begins to guide you through your nightly routine – washing your face, brushing your teeth – all the while laughing at your drunken attempts.

Next is the bedroom; Namjoon makes sure to help you change into your comfortable sleepwear. Tugging gently at the soft fabric hung around your body to adjust it properly, he marvels at your tiny slur of words praising how cozy the clothing feels.

He leaves the room momentarily, returning with a glass of water and setting it down within arm’s reach of your groggy form nestled under the duvet. Usually one to voice praise about remaining hydrated, he simply nudges the glass toward you without uttering a word.

"Drink up," he smiles, this time not teasing. "It'll help."

You obey without question, downing most of the water in one go. The cool liquid helps snap you back to your senses albeit gradually. The room no longer spins, but the exhaustion still presses firmly against you.

Satisfied that you’ve had enough water before sleeping, Namjoon adjusts the blankets around your slightly-slumped frame while tucking strands of hair behind your ears with unparalleled gentleness. He finally climbs into bed beside you. You instinctively nuzzle into his embrace, deeply inhaling his comforting scent. The world around you fades away, and your consciousness sinks into a state of blissful oblivion. Your thoughts become hazy, and your senses dull, as sleep fully envelops you in its embrace.

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