A Few Things You Should Keep In Mind When Studying Mbti

a few things you should keep in mind when studying mbti

cognition ≠ behavior

yes, our cognition affects our behavior, and if you believe in mbti, it surely affects our behavior too. with that said, you should keep in mind that we are complex human beings and it's impossible for us to act exactly like our type all the time.

which takes us to the next one

mbti is also about motivation

it's not just about your first reaction to stuff or your mental process when making a decision. it's also about your motivation with your actions. you did that thing. why? what were you trying to do when you did that? what were you thinking to do that? were you trying to find an effective solution to your problems? or maybe you were just trying to understand how that worked and why it worked like that?

write down your mental process

this one, seriously, do it before you understand the cognitive functions!! write down your thinking process when making a decision, write down every single thing you can think about your personality. it'll be useful. also if you have the patience to do so, write a very detailed journal about your thoughts for a couple days but those tips will work only if you have self knowledge.

be careful about the sources you're using

this is so important, I can't say it enough. it's pretty rare to find a trustable source to study mbti besides the books so if you're checking websites, be extra careful please.

I'd recommend you to check this website https://www.typeinmind.com/ it's the most trustable source I found

don't trust tests

yes, there are tests that can help you to have an idea about your mbti (16p is not included for god's sake) like sakinorva or the mistype investigator test, but the only way of being sure about your type is studying the functions and having enough self-knowledge.

24 Hours A Day 🕓 Four PM (Sora Takeuchi)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 100

Pairing: Reader x Sora

World: Air Gear

Challenge: Write a fic at 100 words or less.

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Sora sat next to you, Ikki across from you, next to Ringo. You were playing a card game that Ikki was currently winning and rubbing in your face.

You scowled, reaching for a card.

“Do you mind?” Sora questioned, pausing before pulling a card and throwing it on the table. The three blinked, staring at the Ace that beat the others.

“Cheater!” Ikki pointed a finger at Sora.

You scoffed. “He couldn’t even see the card.”

“Then how the hell did he get that? Your deck has been sucking hard!”

“I’m Y/N’s good luck charm ~!” Sora chimed, patting your thigh.

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Secondary characters sheet

Three-act flow chart

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some character developments i want to see more

the quiet one snapping 

the bully realising their mistake and turning to a protector instead

the traditional one accepting a change

the cold one giving a soft hug

the angry one being most calm

the reckless one being most cautious

the chaotic one being calm in the most desperate situation

the hopeless one being the symbol of hope 

the stupidest one giving the brightest idea

the selfish one giving their things to the needy

the disciplined one causing most chaos

the homebody travelling around the world

the winner losing a game and realising life isn’t always about winning or losing, it’s about enjoying the game

Getting back Into the Swing of Things (part sixteen)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do, too)

ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, a really long chapter, we are wrapping it up, reader is called a whore twice but not by any of the boys)

A/N: taglist at the bottom!! Enjoy <3

The vacation was wonderful from start to finish, and the boys both loved and hated very moment.

Like now, on the day before it was time to go back home, when they had all decided to spend their last full day on the beach and boardwalk and then finish it off in the jacuzzi, a tight fit with eight people, no matter how big the tub was.

You had been wearing one of the strappy bikinis they bought you. Really it was a joke, something Jimin picked out to fluster you but didn't expect you to wear, and so far it had been serving it's purpose, the awkward blush that popped onto your face every time you had to awkwardly shuffle past it in your suitcase when looking for clothes to wear had been nothing if not entertaining.

However, all your bathing suits and been exhausted and were soaking wet from days of repetitive use. And instead of wearing a wet bathing suit, you went and grabbed the last dry one you had, the aforementioned offending item.

It looked great on you, honestly, but that was the issue. It was a cow print two piece, and a bit... ahem... cheekier than the others. It didn't offer much coverage for the chest either, triangles of fabric connected by strings tied into little bows. You seemed shy about wearing it earlier, but after a while, you didn't seem to have a care in the world, running up and down the beach to chase Jungkook around like you were right out of a Baywatch scene.

"So, what part of this was a good idea to you?" Taehyung hissed at Jimin from his seat in a beach chair next to him, eyes trailing after you as you splashed Jungkook with water down the beach.

"I didn't think she'd actually wear it!" Jimin defended. "She's getting really bold lately." He mumbled, more to himself, but Yoongi, who was in a chair on his other side, still heard.

"Yeah, she sure has. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse." He rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his mimosa.

"Jungkook seems to be taking it in stride." Taehyung commented in the way Jungkook seemed to be extra touchy with you lately, especially now, picking you up and throwing into the water only for you to emerge and jump on his back out of revenge, making you both fall into the water.

"Jesus, they're both feral." Yoongi sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

They loved being able to be close to you, and loved that you were comfortable being around them, they were some of the only people you trusted and that made them beam with pride.

But they hated the fact that they were still in public, especially when they were walking down the boardwalk and they could see all the people gawking at you. Jin had pulled you in close to his side with an arm around your waist and the rest of the boys had circled themselves around you, especially obscuring your backside from view.

"The sun is so hot, my muse," Taehyung said, with a tone that implied what he was saying was not exactly what he meant. "Why don't you use my shirt as a cover up? Your skin must be burning."

You weren't paying attention to his voice, too busy staring down the vanilla milkshakes in a store on your left. "Huh? Oh, sure, thank you, Tae." You said shrugging his offered shirt on.

New problem: you looked absolutely adorable in the shirt.

The sleeves fell over your hands and the hem was just at the top of your thighs, showing off your legs. It was preferable to everyone on the boardwalk looking at you, but still pure torture to the boys.

"Can we get milkshakes?" You asked, and the boys were already agreeing before you finished your sentence, walking up to the window with you and letting you order. Yoongi pushed himself close to your side, spotting a man and his friend leering over at you at the booth next to you and meeting his stare, getting him to look away.

They hadn't had to deal with people getting close to you all week, but now that they were one day away from leaving, people were all over you. People had been coming up to you while you lounged in the sun earlier, the boys practically swatting them away like flies. They would commenting on your sandcastle building skills, start random flirty conversations, even try to get you to join volleyball games with them. It was Hoseok's idea to head back to the hotel and stay in the jacuzzi once they realized the allure of a pretty girl on the beach was too strong for most people to resist, having to hold back Jungkook from picking a fight. Just you laying in your lounge chair was picturesque, the way the sun bounced off your skin was hard not to stare at, and too many had people had come up offering to help you put on your sunscreen.

Back in the hotel room, the boys took advantage of the alcohol selection and made their own drinks, Jimin doing tricks with the bottles acting like a fancy bartender and all of you oohing and ahhing to humor him.

You had severely underestimated how much Jimin could drink, and when he challenged you to a contest, you lost easily, him laughing at you barely able to hold yourself up in the tub. He held onto to you as you repositioned and you smiled up at him, drunkenness making open up.

"You're so sweet to me, Jiminie," you mumbled, playing with his hair.

He grinned back, maybe not completely immune to the alcohol's effect. "You have no idea how sweet I could be, darling."

That was met with a splash, ruining the mood, and Jungkook blinking innocently as he apologized. But it seemed to snap you two out of it. The white shirt being used to cover you up didn't work when it was wet, instead looking twice as tempting as it stuck to your skin. Taehyung stared down at his cards, trying not to focus on the way your long legs were draped over the edge of the hot tub, you pushing into Jungkook's side as you played with the waterproof cards he brought.

You were losing all of the games, but having so much fun you didn't care, setting the cards down with so much confidence you may as well have been on a winning streak. However, in the middle of one of the games, you sat up straight, remembering something and going down into the rooms without a word, tracking water all over the place. You returned with an envelope, handing it to Jimin, slipping back into the hot tub.

"I got you a present, Minnie, here." He took it eagerly, he loved presents, but was careful to dry his hands before opening it.

It was tickets, eight tickets to Xolani's fashion show, the show he's been wanting to go to for weeks now. "You got these for me?"

You nodded, looking proud of yourself as you saw how much he liked the gift. "I talked to Xolani. She remembered me and was all too happy to catch up again. I told her about you and she gave me tickets!"

If he wasn't sure about how much he cared for you before, this would've cemented it for him. You listened to him, and actually did what you could to get it for him, no money required. He was speechless as he looked up at you, smile wobbly and full of warmth, and he probably would've actually kissed you right then and there had your phone not started ringing. Jungkook passed it to you, and you answered it, your happy face becoming serious as you spoke to the person in the other line.

"Yes, this is she. An interview? I can come in on the 5th." You spoke, your face becoming more and more excited. "Yes. Yes. Thank you so much. Have a good day, thank you." You hung up, kicking your feet in the water happily.

"What was that, cupcake?" Jin asked, watching you bounce in place excitedly.

"I got a call back for a job! They want to interview me and I can start right after!"

A job? The words sunk in in everyone brains, and while they wished they could share in your excitement, it actually dampened their mood. You getting a job meant less time you could spend in the house. Less time playing video games, or cooking with them, or just being there for them to cuddle with.

"That's great, Y/n. What place is it for?" Namjoon asked eventually, taking the mature route.

"It's a coffee shop, the one a couple blocks away? Soobin and his friends work there, we'd be able to share the same shifts and stuff, so I'd be working with my friends! It's gonna be so fun." You cheered, Another silence. This time, you caught on, pouting. "Okay, what's wrong?

"Listen, you don't have to worry too much about getting a job, we are totally fine with helping you--" Jin said, but you shook your head.

"It's not just help though, at this point you guys are doing everything for me. I want to do stuff for you too, and I want to do stuff for me." You pleaded. "And it's unlikely that I'll be able to do anything professional without a degree."

They shared hesitant looks, then Yoongi sighed, "You'll really be happy with a coffee shop job?"

"Yes I promise. The atmosphere is so nice, and I'm already great at making coffee." You giggled at your statement, no one could disagree with that.

Hoseok, happy to see you happy, commented, "We have a couple spare cars you can use to go to and from work."

"I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Don't worry, bunny. You'll just pay us back later." Jungkook shrugged.

"Now I'm starting to think you guys are teasing me." You scoffed, splashing him with a small wave of water. He giggled, unphased.

"Oh, we absolutely are."

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Going back home was both disappointing and exciting, you were ready to sleep in a bed that's all your own, even if you did like sharing it with the boys. And while you missed your daily life, surrounded by all your usual things, you knew you'd miss the luxury and convenience of an all inclusive resort vacation.

And being able to see the boys in swimsuits 24/7, but that's besides the point.

The boys were extra whispery on the way back, talking with smiles and hidden giggles until you would walk up, and they'd look at you with an unreadable glint in their eye. Were they talking about you? Was it good or bad? You hoped it wasn't bad. You had tried to take the advice of your friends and be more bold with them, but what if they didn't like you? What if they thought you were desperate and were laughing at how clingy you had been?

These were the thoughts you tormented yourself with while unpacking, until you heard Hoseok yell out from the living room. "Uh, guys? You might wanna see this."

This turned out to be a gossip news channel playing on the television, and as you all gathered in the living room in front of the TV you could see exactly who it was about.

You and Namjoon.

Well, technically, it was about Namjoon and a mystery girl who, reporters believe, he whisked off to have a romantic weekend with, just the two of them. No pictures had the other boys in it. There were just blurry, far-off pictures of you and Namjoon walking on the beach holding hands and playing in the hot tub together, and you must admit, you perched in his lap to escape from a bee did look an awful lot like a romantic embrace. Supposedly, people were formulating rumors that you and Namjoon had been secretly dating for a long time as you were in a lot of his closest friends Instagram pictures, and reporters were starting to dig up dirt on who you were.

You started to feel dread grip your bones, you had no idea how the rest of the boys would interpret those pictures. What if they believed the media, and thought you were trying to seduce Namjoon that night? You two did look a little too close for friends. Biting your lip, you slowly slipped out of the room, escaping to avoid their reactions.

Namjoon rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "I guess we couldn't expect complete peace. Yoongi, your lawyers would probably handle this best."

"Already on it." Yoongi said, phone pressed to his ear.

Taehyung shook his head, pretending to scold Namjoon. "Letting the paparazzi catch you on a romantic getaway. What an amateur."

"She sure looked cozy in your lap." Jungkook added with a matching teasing grin.

"Oh, shut it, she was just trying to get away from a bee that was behind her." He chuckled, turning to you so you could defend him, then noticing you weren't in the room. "Where's Y/n?"

"She was right behind me when I came in..." Jimin said, brows furrowing. "Princess?" He called out. No response.

"Bunny?"

"Angel!"

"You don't think she's upset, do you?" Jin questioned and they all looked at each other, then went back to looking for you with twice as much urgency. They spread out, calling your names, looking in different parts of the house.

Yoongi, however, went straight towards his home studio.

He slowly opened the door, trying not to make any noise, and there you were. Under the blanket he kept on his couch, shaking and sniffling, the lights of the room not even turned on. He stepped over to the couch, quietly crouching by your side. "No one's mad at you, kitten."

You stopped sniffling, popped your head out, tears streaming down your face. "But I made a rumor and--"

"No, kitten, the paparazzi made a rumor. It's okay. Dating scandals happen all the time, you wouldn't believe how many we've been in. This is nothing new. And none of us are angry about it." He explained softly, wiping the tears off your cheek and holding your face in his hand. "Okay?"

"Okay." You mumbled back and he lifted the covers, slipping in next to you as you squeezed him tight, getting comfort from his hold on you. He pulled out his phone firing off a quick text to the other boys that he found you.

--

No more than a week or two after you all got back, Namjoon got a call from his father to come meet him immediately. Urgent calls like that weren't common so he hurried down, wondering about what his father might have to say to him. He talked with his father often, and had a pretty close relationship with him and still couldn't decipher what this meeting would be about.

And after getting to his dad's office and speaking with him, Namjoon had what felt like a complete bombshell dropped on him.

"What did you just say?" He asked, not believing it the first time.

His father sighed, head in his hands as his mother rubbed his shoulder in an attempt to soothe him. "Your grandfather said that you either take over the business, or he shuts it down. He wants you, as the heir, to be the next CEO and would rather see it destroyed than in the hands of someone other than our family."

"That's not even fair." Namjoon protested. "Everything this business has become is because of you, if anyone should have the say over it shutting down, it should be you."

"Yeah, but it's all technically still in his ownership. He set conditions." His father looked defeated already.

"What conditions?"

"He wants you to take over, and he wants you to have a wife within the next year who is able to produce an heir with you."

"That's crazy."

"I know. I'm going to tell him that we're not going to do it." His father moved to pick up the phone and Namjoon stopped him. His father had worked too hard to give up all his earnings like that, no one was a more dedicated person than his father. It was where Namjoon got his work ethic from, where he got his motivation to strike out on his own.

"No, you can't, the business is like your baby."

"Namjoon, you're my baby, and I won't force you into an arranged marriage." His father looked up at him, just as stubborn and determined, and it was Namjoon's turn to sigh now.

"I... Lemme figure something out." He said eventually.

His mother smiled at him warmly. "That big brain of yours is always thinking. We'll let you think about it, but don't rush into anything."

Going home was a quiet drive, nothing, not even the radio was on as he thought of the possibilities, mind racing. As he walked in the door he was still lost in thought, attracting the attention of his boyfriends on the couch.

"Hey, Joon." Jimin, Jin, Taehyung and Hoseok were in one big cuddle pile on the couch, greeting him cheerfully, the others elsewhere in the house. He smiled back, but it was obviously strained, as he walked past the couch.

"What's wrong?" Jin asked, grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the couch.

He sat, reluctantly, and explained the situation after a bit of coaxing. "I just don't know what to do. I need to find a wife within a year that won't be just trying to use me or some crazy fan trying to break us apart."

"I always thought your grandfather was a prick." Hoseok scoffed.

"Yeah, he is." Namjoon chuckled. "But now, he has the power to let everything my dad has ever accomplished die, unless I marry someone I don't care about."

"Yikes." A voice at the door said. It was you and Jungkook, a cup in your hand. "Sorry, we just came down to get some water and heard your voice. Are you okay?" You asked, eyebrows crinkled in concern.

Namjoon shook his head, waving you off. The last thing he wanted to do was bring you into his family business. "I'll figure something out."

"It sounds like there's only two things you can do." Jungkook shrugged, joining the cuddle pile.

You walked up, worried. "Joon, if you need help, I wouldn't mind."

Namjoon shook his head, adamantly. "I can't do that to you."

"It's fine. And besides, me not helping you won't make the problem go away." You insisted.

"She's probably your best bet, Namjoon." Jimin added. "The media has already even you two together, people already think you're dating. If you marry some random person, people will get suspicious, and you know as well as anyone that suspicion can ruin a business."

"And we know that bunny would never try to use you or hurt us." Jungkook said, reaching out to pinch your cheek, and you swatted his hand away playfully. "I stand corrected." He fake pouted.

"I'm okay with it, Joon. I want to help you, and getting married to you wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." You said again and he looked at you, wanting to make sure you were really okay with it.

"Really? I mean don't think you have to--"

"No, honestly, it's fine," I don't see myself marrying anyone else after the kindness you've shown me, you thought to yourself. "Think of it as me repaying your kindness." You said instead.

"This is a big ask. We'd be getting actually married. Like, legally. And if we wanted to unmarried we'd have to go through divorce and papers and... what if you meet someone who you love, and can't go after them..."

You cut him off, anyway knowing there's no way that would happen. "Joon, I want to help you. Please?"

A long look passed between the two, you him looking in the eyes, and him really looking and searching you for the slightest bit of hesitation, finding none. "If your really okay with it. Then fine. But we'll have to act like we're an actual couple. We have to make people believe that we're in love or else everyone will be sticking their nose in our business all the time."

"But, i have a question," you began to ask. "Aren't you guys dating? Won't the public find it weird if we get married when you have six boyfriends?"

"Well, no one really knows we're together." Jin shrugged.

"What?

"We never said anything explicitly, but we're always together." Jimin said. "If they haven't figured it out by now, that's on them."

Namjoon chuckled, then stood up with his phone in his hand to tell his parents the decision. "I'll let my parents Know. They actually don't know we got in touch again... I wonder how they'll react."

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"My baby!" Namjoon's mother wrapped you up in her arms, nuzzling into you like a lion with its cub and pulled away for a moment to swat Namjoon's shoulders angrily. "Why didn't you tell me that you were talking again?" She turned back to you, all warmth and kindness again. "I've been worried sick about you, darling, how have you been? You must tell me everything."

His parents' reaction, or rather Namjoon's mother's reaction, was to throw a giant engagement party, which she said was make to sure the media caught wind of the event, but Namjoon was starting to think it was just excuse for her to see you and talk with you again. You really were like the daughter she never had, and when you broke up with Namjoon, she was upset that she couldn't see you as often.

As Namjoon's mother swooped you and Namjoon off, introducing you to guests and catching up, the boys settled at a table, resigning themselves to just watching you flit around and look pretty as you charmed everyone you spoke with. They had spoken about this, from now on, they couldn't show any romantic affection to you or Namjoon in public, which wasn't a problem, they weren't big on flaunting their relationship anyway, but it was a little saddening that they couldn't hold you close like they wanted to. The closest to you they could get was probably if they were slow dancing, but even that would look suspicious if you getting too close to someone who wasn't your future husband. They would have to put their plans of getting you to date them on hold as well, at least until all of this quieted down.

"They really do look perfect together." Yoongi said. The natural way Namjoon's arm wrapped around your waist and the way you would lean into him while talking with guests made it look as if you two had been together all your lives, which technically you had.

"And she's obviously winning over everyone in the room." Taehyung said, everyone who spoke with you left with a pleasant smile on their face, charmed by your kindness.

"Does Namjoon have to be all over her though?" Jungkook laughed, referring to the way Namjoon wouldn't leave your side for a second, a hand or arm always on you.

"He's having too much fun with this." Jimin chuckled.

And honestly, both of you were. There was something so comforting at being able to be close with Namjoon like this again. And reuniting with some of his family members that ere invited to the party. Namjoon's grandfather wasn't there, but that was probably for the best. You doubted you would be able to play nice with someone who didn't care about others.

And Namjoon's mother was so kind, you really did miss her so much. She reminded you of your own mother. She stepped away to grab some snacks for you, imploring Namjoon to come with her to help her carry stuff for her and you waited idly, looking around and observing the party.

"Hey, honey," your mother's voice filled your ears and you sighed. Gosh, you were even hallucinating your mother's voice now.

"Y/n L/n, don't ignore your mother!"

You turned around, seeing your mother and father standing there, you mother's hands on her hips. Wait, your mother was really here?

You rushed towards them, flinging your arms around them in a giant hug, holding them close for a while but they weren't complaining, hugging you back with the same energy.

"I can't believe your here!"

"We wouldn't miss our daughters engagement party." Your father smiled.

"Which you didn't invite us to." Your mother added, and you had no way of explaining it without going all the way back to the beginning.

So you did. You told your mother everything, even the things you didn't tell her before, finally coming completely clean with them. When you finished, you mother was wiping a tear away, saying, "I can't believe all that happened to you honey. Why didn't you tell us anything?"

"I wanted to be independent. I didn't want you to think I couldn't handle being on my own."

"Darling, we are so proud of you. But I wish you would've let us help you. We went so long not hearing from you, it worried us sometimes."

"I know. And it'll never happen again."

You went through the rest of the party, your parents going off to reunite with each other as they had been best friends too. As the night started to approach, Namjoon went up to the mic, pulling you onto the stage with him.

"Thank you all for coming, I don't usually do parties like these, but this was too important to let go by. It's me and Y/n's anniversary, and I have something I wanted to tell her." Namjoon then got down on one knee, making the room quiet. You pretended to be shocked, like you had planned, this was supposed to be a surprise engagement on you and Namjoon's anniversary.

"Y/n, ever since you have come into my life you have lit up my world. Everything is better with you around and I never want to be without you," he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a box, opening it to reveal the shiniest diamond you ever seen in your life. "So, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" You answered immediately, everyone cheering and whistling as Namjoon slid the ring onto your finger.

"Hi, fiancee." He whispered to you and you held back a giggle. This was really happening now. You were en route to marry your first love. Fake marry, but still, you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

---

As it turns out, being fake engaged was a lot of work. You and Namjoon were in the public eye, showing off your relationship as much as possible. You really must applaud people who do relationships as a publicity stunt, you never understood how much work it was to look like you're in love.

Namjoon would take you on big dates, renting out restaurants to take you out for dinner, big romantic gestures that the paparazzi was never too far to witness. You felt bad for taking away his time with the boys, but they honestly seemed overjoyed, complimenting you both when you would get dressed up to go on dates. They'd pick out outfits for you, pay for you to get your hair done, drive you around to work. The media ate it up, happy to see you spending time and getting to know Namjoon's "friends". And some people who had initially labeled you as a poor gold digger even changed their tune after finding out you still worked at a cute little coffee shop after being engaged to Namjoon and not weren't with him for his money and to be taken care of.

It was going perfectly, but you were starting how fake the dates really were. When you two would sit across from each other and actually get invested in conversation, forgetting that it was all for the camera, when you would go on moonlit walks and hold hands and he would call you honey even with no one around to hear. It was all starting to feel too real. And somehow, it was only making your relationship with the rest of the boys stronger-- you didn't know that the marriage gave them a sense of security, a feeling that they had actually you to themselves now, if they couldn't all marry you, at least one could the rest of them could just spoil you to death. And spoil you they had, all the dress and jewelry you and been wearing had been gifts from them, they would've bought you your own car if you hadn't stopped them, settling for one of the spares they had offered you and just getting some decorations to make it feel more like yours.

But right now you were driving to Namjoon's office, stopping by to see him and go home together. He could drive, but he preferred not to, usually carpooling with Yoongi.

You walked up the steps, lost in thought about how weird you're life been lately, in a good way, definitely, but usually life takes a hammer and beats you down every once in a while.

And maybe you just jinxed yourself.

"Y/n!" Your ex calls out your name, stepping away from the wall he was leaning against. You instantly freeze in your tracks, you hadn't even noticed him there. You look around the mostly empty sidewalk. If you needed to, you could make a break for the lobby but hopefully there would be no need for that.

He stepped up to you, casually starting conversation like you ever wanted to see him again. "Thank goodness, I've been trying to contact you, did you change your number?"

"Um.. yes." You squeaked out.

"Yeah, I figured, you weren't picking up any of my calls." He rubbed at the scruff of his beard. He didn't have a beard when you broke up with him. Everything about him seemed different, rougher. You didn't like it.

You tried to cut off the conversation before it started, keeping your hands firmly in the pockets of your coat as you took small, subtle steps back. "Listen, I don't know why you're here--"

He cut you off instead, tone getting louder. "Why I'm here? I'm here because the guys you've been traipsing around with are hounding me. What did you tell them about me?"

You stuttered, not liking the way his voice was raising abs having no idea what he was taking about. "I-I didn't, I don't--"

Your ex barreled on. "You didn't tell them anything? Then why is it, that I'm getting calls from my lawyer telling me that your new rich friends are going after me. Are you trying to get more money? Huh? You wanna sure me? Or put me away so you can take everything from me? Are you that upset about me breaking up with you that you started whoring yourself out to seven guys so they do your bidding and try to lock me up?!" You were starting to hyperventilate now, visibly trying to back and get away from him, which he didn't like. "Answer me!" He yelled, bringing a hand down to, most likely, hit you.

But it never reached you.

Namjoon stood behind him, firm grip on his hand keeping it from ever touching you. The expression in his face was nothing but fierce loyalty and hated fur the man in front of him. "That's enough."

"Our cameras have all of that recorded, sir, please step off the premises, and never contact her or us again." Yoongi said, coming down the steps with two security guards in tow. He stood at your side, slightly in front of you, putting himself between you and your ex and the guards pulled him away. "But thanks for giving us evidence we can use against you in court."

"You fucking whore! I'll make sure you regret this!" Your ex yelled as the guards escorted him away. As soon as he was a safe distance away, Namjoon pulled you into his arms, pressing you close to his chest.

"You're safe now, baby, I promise no lowlife like that will ever hurt you again." He murmured low so only you could hear. You focused on his comforting scent and the steady rhythm of his heart beat. As you looked up at his and Yoongi's concerned faces, you smiled. You really were in good hands.

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Finally, it was the day of the wedding, and you must say, your mothers had outdone themselves. It was a classic sort of wedding, white and timeless with chandeliers, and crystal candle holders and bejeweled flower centerpieces. All of it screamed elegance and money and you felt bad for making Namjoon's parents foot the bill, but every time you looked at the expression on Namjoon's mother's face you couldn't help but feel like she was getting too much satisfaction out of planning a fake wedding. Even your own mother looked too pleased, fixing your dress for you before you stepped out with happy tears in her eyes.

"Mama, please, this is nothing to cry over," Though your words may have sounded a bit unkind, you were smiling, wiping her tears away for her. It was so comforting to have your mother here with you after so long without her.

"Look at you shaking and trying to tell me it's no big deal." Your mother teased, grabbing your hands to steady their trembling.

It was true, your hand were shaking, but you chalked that up to the countless media figures and celebrities here to publicize your marriage. All eyes were going to be on you, judging your looks, judging your dress. You really liked your dress. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and more, and fit you perfectly thanks to the boys personal tailor. Though, you're sure the tailor was more than a little stressed with how the boys would stare her down as she worked, every time a pin pricked your skin you could feel the room's temperature drop.

But you were here now, veil on, dress and shoes on, and waiting for your cue to walk out. Which was soon, you guessed from the way your father stepped in to take your arm.

"My beautiful daughter," he sighed, smoothing a loose hair of yours back into place. "I'm happy for you."

"This is just an arrangement, dad." You corrected again, and he shook his head, a proud smile on his face.

"The wedding, sure. But you still have these great men in your life to take care of you. I'm happy for that."

You had just enough time to give him a genuine smile before it was time for you to walk down the aisle. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself before the doors opened, revealing the crowd of odor waiting in their seats, turning towards you. Gasps filled the room as the opened, people awed by your dress and hair. Whispers came next, you hoped they were good things, but really you couldn't care one bit.

Because Namjoon was waiting for you at the end of the aisle, looking every bit as awestruck as a real husband would seeing their future wife walk towards them, his bottom lip wobbling slightly. His suit looked incredible on him but what else was new, hair slicked back with a little curl hanging over his fore head, the style you always said was your favorite back when you were together. You stepped towards him, one foot in front of the other to the music, thinking of everything you'd been through since you found each other again. How you apologized for everything and finally got closure, the stability you received from them each other and the others boys, the courage to completely detach yourself from your ex and your old life. The way you had been learning to love yourself again with every bit of kindness the boys gave you, the closeness, the cuddling, the compliments, the unconditional care. You looked around the room, spotting the boys-- your boys-- turned around looking at you in the front row, every bit as awestruck as Namjoon looked, smiling with encouragement.

And you were so stupid to think you could do this with no feelings attached.

You kissed your father on the cheek as he gave you away and took Namjoon's hands, stepping up across from him as the officiant began reading through the usual marriage script. But you didn't hear any of it really, the two of you staring into each other's eyes like the secrets of the galaxy were in there, smiles slowly growing on each of your faces and for some reason you were holding back laughter. You were always laughing around Namjoon, always blissful and at peace.

"Do you, Kim Namjoon, take this woman to be your wife, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

"I do." He responded without hesitation, squeezing your hands tight, still not breaking his stare.

"Do you, Y/n L/n, take this man to be your husband, in sickness and in health, til death do you part?"

Namjoon's intense brown eyes felt like they were burning into yours and you took a deep breath before finally saying, "I do."

The officiant gave you rings, the two of saying, "With this ring, I thee wed," as you placed them on each other hands, the urge to laugh at how unreal this all felt still too strong, biting your lip to hold back the unexplained joy bubbling up inside you. Why were you so happy, just to be standing here with Namjoon, looking into each other's like you'd never see them again?

The officiant continued, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

And before the officiant even finished half his sentence, Namjoon was grabbing your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, the room going up in cheers. As you parted you glanced at where the boys were sitting, some them tearing up too, and let go of the giggles you had been holding back the whole time as Namjoon swept you up off your feet and carried you back down the aisle towards the limo waiting to drive you to the reception.

"We did it!" You laughed, as the limo door shut. "We got married." Even saying the words sounded unreal. Namjoon took your hand again, intertwining them with your hand and wedding ring facing up. It was a simple gold band, very bland compared to the glimmer and sparkle of the engagement ring but you liked it just as much.

"We did." He repeated. "You are now, officially, Mrs. Kim Namjoon."

The two of you were quiet for a moment then burst into laughter again.

"This is so crazy. Did you ever think it would all happen like this?" You shook your head.

"I always hoped we'd get married for real." He said, still looking down at your hands together. They looked nice together.

"Right. Although I'm sure now you would much rather be marrying one of the boys." You looked down now, mood dampened a bit. "I'm still sorry I'm taking that away from you."

He shook his head, wordlessly telling you not to worry about it. "We gave up on marriage a long time ago. It's not exactly legal to marry six people."

"I guess not." You chucked.

Another moment of thoughtful silence, then, he spoke again. "You look incredible in your dress."

"And you look very charming in your suit. I still love your hair like this." You reached up, laying with a few strands. "It looks better on you now somehow. I guess you age like a fine wine."

"Me? You look just as beautiful as you used to, maybe even more now. Your more... I don't know, mature." He sighed, leaning his head on yours. "I feel like we were so childish back then."

"That's because we were."

"Promise me, for real this time, that we'll never lose touch again? No more excuses, no more hiding." He said, face serious and earnest as he spoke, looking you directly in the eyes. "I don't think I could live without you again."

"I promise." And you meant it.

The reception was just as beautiful, a venue with a large, sparkling, cream marble floor, and exquisite food. You and Namjoon were sitting at your own little table in the center of the room, already having cut the cake yet still trying to get it all over the other persons face, you having frosting on your cheek and him having it on his nose as you pushed bites of cake towards each other, giggling like you were only people in the room.

"They look so cute together." Jin sighed from the boys' own table, close but not close enough, wanting to be right there with you both. They were there as Namjoon's closest "friends", still dreading the fact that they couldn't do anything that might be perceived as romantic touching or gestures.

"Yep. They're officially together now, I don't think anybody here thinks they're faking it." Taehyung commented, looking at the reporters that were invited eating up every cute thing you and Namjoon did. "No more PDA with Joonie though." He pouted. Not that they did much before, but still.

"Truly a shame." Jimin added pseudo-solemnly, then started whining. "It just sucks that they get to hold each other all night and we can only talk to them, I'm so jealous--" He turned towards the table again, only you weren't over there. You right in front of him, making him yelp in surprise. "Princess! Geez, you can't just sneak up like that."

"Sorry for spooking you." Your smile turned sad. "And I'm really sorry that you guys aren't the ones getting married. I know how much you all love each other."

"It's okay, lovebug. If Namjoon's happy, we're happy." Jin reassured you, smiling warmly.

"You guys should come on the honey moon." You suggested, making Yoongi choke on his drink.

"What?" He rasped, wanting to clarify that you didn't say what he thought you said.

"I mean, we're going on a 'honey moon' so it doesn't look suspicious, but I don't think we'll be doing anything. You guys should come, keep Namjoon company."

"What will you be doing then?" Jungkook asked.

"I don't know, probably staying in a soundproof room far away." You giggled. "But you guys deserve a honey moon with Namjoon more than I do."

"We'll go, but there's no way you're just staying alone the whole time. We'll pick somewhere fun, maybe another beach, more private this time." Hoseok suggested.

"My parents have a beach house and a strip of private beach, we can go there, and you can play with the crabs again." Taehyung offered, almost reaching over to play with your hand before pulling back.

"Good. As long as you're there. You mean the world to Namjoon." You sighed, happy that they agreed.

"You do too." Yoongi said.

Speaking of Namjoon, he stepped up behind you, kissing you on the cheek. "Why'd you walk off, honey?"

"Uh oh, someone's had too much alcohol." Jimin teased.

Namjoon scoffed. "No, I didn't. It'd look suspicious if I wasn't affectionate with my wife on our wedding day." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist as if proving his point.

"Riiiight." Jimin said, totally believing him.

All in all, the wedding went off without a hitch, no one talking about you in any scandalous light anymore, and article after article being published about how cute you and Namjoon were and you both being everyone's newest favorite couple. Some of his fans were still wary of you, but for the most part they were receptive, theorizing that you were reason for Namjoon's recent uptick in love songs, which you scoffed at. You doubted that was true.

And the, quote un quote, honeymoon had you excited, happy to be going on another trip with the boys, and this time you had saved up enough to buy souvenirs for them yourself.

You and Namjoon had flown out first separately, making a big public event of it to give the reporters something to focus on while you were gone. Namjoon's grandfather couldn't be happier at all the attention despite the fact that he hadn't even shown up to the wedding, something that made you feel before Namjoon chuckled and calmed you down, assuring you that he didn't care what his gramdfather did. His father's company's was safe and he was happy, and you figured that was all that mattered.

The rest of the boys flew in a few hours later, more secret and landed in a different airport so if anyone found out it looked unrelated, them having their own alibis for why they were leaving the country. They met you in the beach house, dropping their bags and squeezing you both into big hugs. You settled on the floor by the bed, unpacking your things into the drawers by the bed, the boys all settling into spots around the room, some on the floor and some in chairs, Taehyung slumping on the large cushy bed next to Namjoon who was sitting there to unpack.

"I've wanted to do that since the engagement party." Jungkook said, sitting on the floor behind you and leaning against the bed.

"It has felt like forever since we've had anytime to ourselves." Jin sighed, collapsing onto a comfy chair.

"Look how pretty your rings look. You two really do make a pretty couple." Jimin cooed, looking at your ring. "Fake or otherwise." He winked and you giggled.

"Oh! That reminds me, Namjoon?" You gestured at him and he nodded pulling out a large velvet box from on the bags. You turned back to the boys, bouncing in place as you could hardly contain your excitement. "This is for you. All of you." You held it out, and Jimin took positioning himself on the floor in front of you.

Jimin carefully opens the box, each boy leaning in to get a look. Inside, there were six rings lined up, each unique with a name of one of the boys underneath them in fancy script. They froze in disbelief, looking to you both for an explanation.

Namjoon started to explain, "Y/n wanted to give you all a gift."

You shook your head. "It came from both of us. But I figured, if anyone should be getting married it's you all. So, we would bought you rings too. The love you guys share is so beautiful, it would be horrible not to have something to represent that."

"It was all her idea. All I did was buy them and her what sizes you were. She picked them out and came up with the idea." Namjoon insisted, making sure they understood his much you wanted to do this for them.

The room was silent, the boys all slipping their respective rings on, all in awe from your sentimental gift. Only you would make your wedding about someone else. Jimin actually started to cry, but Jungkook was not far behind, blinking back tears as he stared down at the ring. "And they all match our engagement rings. They're part of the same collection." You added, holding your hand up next to Namjoon's so they could see the way the designs matched, even though they weren't exactly the same.

Done holding back as he was overcome with emotion, Jimin pushed forward, kissing you deeply, almost desperately on the lips, wanting you to feel the emotion you made him feel, Taehyung taking his place as soon as he pulled away and kissing you just as fiercely. Not one to be left out, Jungkook did the same, holding your face in his hands as he kissed you, pulling back while biting your lip, watching the plushness plop back into place.

"Boys, please you're going to overwhelm her." Jin sighed, but he was smiling, watching the dazed look on your face as you caught your breath.

"I guess you really liked your present." You breathed, still a bit awestruck, making the boys all laugh.

Yoongi chucked. "No kitten. We really like you."

"What?" You blinked, not daring to hope they were saying what you thought they were saying.

"You're so sweet to us angel, more than we deserve, thank you," Hoseok leaned, kissing you gentler than the maknaes but no less intense. As he pulled back he noticed your eyes watering.

"I'm.. confused." You said, voice choking up.

"We love you." Jin explained gently, tilting your head up towards him. "We have for a while now. You are such a kind, genuine soul and since you've come into our lives we've never seen happier. You've taught us so much about love and understanding and kindness." You were full on crying now as you listened to his words. This was really happening. They loved you. Jin moved his hags to cup your cheek, wrong the tears away. "Darling, please say something."

"I love you too." Jin dipped down to kiss you at those words, his relief and unleashed love overpowering and intense, leaving you dazed again as he pulled away. You looked so perfectly flushed, the softness of your lips teasing as you licked them absentmindedly, making Yoongi lean in for one too, a firm hold on your chin as he kissed and nibbled on your lip.

When you pulled apart, all the boys looking at you with overwhelming love and affection, you looked up at Namjoon, who returned the same look. "I guess this wedding wasn't as fake as we thought, hmm?"

You laughed, throwing yourself into the arms of the nearest person, crying into their chest with happiness. "I've liked you all forever too, I never thought you would like me back, I didn't want to hope for something I couldn't have." You said, muffled into their chest but they heard every word. You pulled back, looking at them all again, face wet but happy, hopeful. "But I can have it? I can have you? And love you like this?" You reached out and Taehyung took your hand in a firm grasp, solid and real and comforting.

"We're all yours baby."

You sat there, all basking in the love and warmth in happy silence, until Jimin spoke up.

"This is my favorite part of weddings."

"What do you mean?" You asked, someone's hand stroking through your hair lulling you to sleep.

"Oh, princess don't you know? After a wedding comes the honeymoon." Jimin said with a devilish smile and you couldn't help but feel anticipation waking you back up.

You were in for a ride.

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Are any of you guys an INTJ (Myers-Briggs) personality type?

How do y'all make new friends? I can't do it. 😩 ALL of my friends are extroverts because of course they are and it is kind of exhausting the older I get trying to keep up with them.

The woes of introversion. We want more introverted friends but we're all at home just sending each other psychic vibes and hoping the other is getting them. 😂