Fragmentation 5.0 - KNJ

Fragmentation 5.0 - KNJ

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | The Matrix!AU | angst | sci-fi | action | drama

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to suicide, extreme angst, graphic violence

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Word Count: 2,269

AN: Now we get Namjoon’s perspective. YAY. Also in the Real World in Zion. Again, all information in the universe can be found on the official Matrix Wiki so please use that as a reference guide if you ever get confused!

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“Oh look,” a voice said suddenly, “it’s the prodigy.”

Namjoon sighed as he continued typing away on one of the system computers. For the last three years, he lived in Zion’s control tower. It was where all the trainees went who hoped to become Operators for a ship. In less than a year of his boarding, Namjoon showed excellent marks in reaction time as well as hacking prowess. It was no secret that he was far ahead of the rest of his class and there were rumors that he would graduate in the next year if he continued to excel in every area of expertise they could throw at him.

That didn’t make him very popular with his peers. Then again, it wasn’t like he actually cared. They all had a common goal and as long as that remained true, then they only needed to focus on doing their jobs.

Who cared if it was some popularity contest?

“Wait guys. You know he hates that title. We have to call him by his alias, remember?”

The tone was snide and insincere. Again, Namjoon didn’t care. He had other things he needed to devote his attention to. Rumor was that he would be boarding a ship soon to help with a simple reconnaissance mission. Nothing too overly complicated, but he wasn’t about to turn his nose up to the task. The lives of Matrix Operatives were in his hands and that was a responsibility that no one should ever take lightly.

So he continued to tune out his fellow classmates, focusing his energy on the program he was creating. It was a training program that would be used in the Construct - an exercise to help hone the sensory perceptions of operatives so that Agents wouldn’t be able to get the jump on them. When Agents obtained a target, they were relentless in their pursuit until an Operator was able to get them out. Namjoon wanted to prevent such tragedies from ever taking place. What better way than to prepare the operatives in any way possible?

He received word from his mother that Taehyung would be boarding a hovercraft next year. To successfully become a pilot, a trainee needed to physically handle the controls for years. Namjoon barely saw his brother due to his own hacker training, but it was guaranteed that they would not cross paths for several more years once Taehyung boarded a vessel.

Namjoon felt a hand on his shoulder, but he continued typing away at his station.

“Don’t listen to them,” said Vermillion, giving Namjoon a gentle shake.

“I don’t,” he replied, his eyes narrowing at the line of code he was reworking, “I always tune them out.”

“Typical. That’s just like you, Spectre.” Vermillion chuckled, sliding into the chair beside him. She peered over his shoulder as he continued working. “That looks pretty advanced. I can’t wait to see it when it’s finished.”

Pressing several more keys, Namjoon saved his progress and closed out the command console. Everything was transferred to the mini disc that slid out from a tray on the main hub. He popped it into a small case and shoved it into his pocket. 

“It’ll take a few more weeks before I’m satisfied.” 

Namjoon stood from his chair, grabbed his bag, and made for the exit. He didn’t have to look to know that Vermillion was hot on his heels. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, but he’d come to be a very solitary person. He rarely saw his mother and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t see his brother for several years. Not until they were both finished with their respective Training Programs. 

“You’re not going to report to the Head Programmer of your progress for the day?”

He smirked. “He already knows.” Turning to look at her, he continued walking. “I was told to help out at the Command Tower for a few hours.”

Vermillion’s eyes widened. “Wow. Forreal?” 

He nodded and they continued walking through the various metal corridors. The shocked look on her face was well-placed. Most people didn’t get to work at the Command Tower during training because there was a high risk of something failing because of an amateur mistake. The fact that their teacher cleared him for work at the Command Tower was another testament to Namjoon’s skill level. 

They reached the elevator for the Command Tower. Namjoon’s hand hesitated over the button as he looked at Vermillion. She seemed to want to say something else to him, so he waited. But after a handful of minutes of silence, he sighed and pressed the button to call the lift.

“Well, I’ll be seein’ you,” he said as he readjusted his bag’s strap along his shoulder.

The metal doors groaned as they slid open, granting him access. He stepped onto the lift and just before the doors closed, he saw Vermillion’s smile as she waved at him.

“Do well, Spectre.”

He flashed an easy grin in her direction. But once the doors were closed, the smile fell off his face immediately. Namjoon didn’t have any time to waste. There was a chance the war could be over in his lifetime. It waged on for damn near a century already. The people of Zion, human-born and field-born alike, were all tired of this seemingly never ending conflict. His parents saw the brunt of it during the beginning phases - children when their parents were fighting for their freedom.

Namjoon didn’t want to pass this burden on to his children.

To keep that from happening, he would work himself into the ground. Until there wasn’t a single breath left in his mortal body.

Four Years Later

Spectre pulled out his mini computer, booting it up to look over the dossier files of the ship he was newly assigned to. He was originally slated for Operator duty the previous year, but he opted out of it. His brother, Edge, hadn’t returned from his training tour yet. The benefit of finishing at the top of his peer group was that Spectre got to pick and choose a few things here and there. 

Namely when he would be boarding a ship. 

He quipped a brow at the list of crewmates on his future ship. There were some impressive resumes on the vessel. Certainly nothing he could turn his nose up at. The Admiral must have had a hand in the assignments and there was clearly a reason why Spectre was placed with that particular group. Based on the skill records of everyone on board, save for the pilot, they all had more than one year of field experience that wasn’t “on the job training”.

The Captain and First Mate in particular. 

His eyes scanned over the pilot’s name and he couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth. Spectre had all the faith in the world that his brother would make it through the Training Program, but he hadn’t expected to see his name on a crew member manifest just days after his ship docked back home. 

“Yo, Big Bro!”

Spectre lowered the mini computer to his side, lifting his gaze up to see his younger brother strolling up the long metal walkway toward him. He closed the computer, slid it into his pocket, and waved to Edge. His little brother wasted no time closing the distance between them, taking off in a dead run and barrelling into him. Spectre grunted when he felt Edge’s shoulder crashing into his chest, his arms encircling around his waist. He laughed as Edge lifted him up off the ground.

“Hey,” Spectre said, patting his younger brother’s head, “a little over the top, don’t you think?”

Edge set him down, placing a fist on his hip. “Are you kiddin’ me?” He pouted. “I haven’t seen you in years. I should be setting off fireworks.”

Lifting a basket off the ground and handing it to Edge, Spectre shook his head. “Yeah, don’t do that. We’ll get court-martialed.”

Edge’s heavy steps reverberated off the metal flooring. “It would totally be worth it, though.” 

“It wouldn’t, actually, but whatever.” 

The brothers shared a smirk with each other. 

It didn’t take them long to reach their house. The door was already open just as they saw their mother stepping out. She carried a basket of linens in her hands - presumably to go do laundry at the water recycling plant. The minute her eyes shifted in their direction, however, she seemed frozen in place. They took a few more steps toward her, watching as she dropped the basket at her feet. The dirty clothes and bedding would remain ignored. They already knew what mattered most to their mother.

“You’re back,” she finally managed, her hands trembling as she reached for them, “I knew you’d both come back home together.”

The two brothers filled their arms with their mother - holding her closer than they believed was possible. Her smell hadn’t changed and the strength in her embrace was just as they remembered it when they were children. She openly sobbed against each of their faces, overwhelmed with how much they’d changed. Yet they remained the same. They were men now, but the brothers knew that they would always be her little boys.

Her pride and glory.

After what seemed like too short a moment, their mother pried herself from them. “You two must be starving,” she said, turning to usher them into the house, “I’ll see about gathering some rations for dinner.”

Spectre leaned down to pick up the discarded laundry basket. “You don’t have to do that, Mother,” he offered, but he could tell that she would not be hearing any of it.

“Go inside and unpack your things. I’ll be back!”

They both sighed in unison as they watched their mother dart off down the metal walkway and across the bridge. Spectre turned to Edge and they both shrugged, making their way inside the home they hadn’t been in for several years. Lucky for them, nothing had really changed.

Spectre poured himself a cup of water, handing it to Edge and then poured another. “Have you gotten your assignment yet?”

Edge smirked as he pressed the metal cup to his lips. “Of course I have.” He gulped down half the water and set it down on the metal counter. “I’m stoked as fuck that I’m going to be piloting the ship you’re the Operator of.”

“That’s it?” Spectre lofted a brow at his younger brother. “Nothing else?”

“I mean, not really.” Edge shrugged. “I don’t know much about the others. I’m just glad I’m with you.”

Chuckling, he shook his head. He should have known that his brother would still continue to be simple-minded, even after all of these years. It didn’t come to him as a surprise; not really. In a way, it was almost relieving to know that his brother remained wholly the same - even after the intensity of the Training Programs.

“Did you get a chance to look at the ship?”

Edge whistled, sailing his hand out across his body in a dramatic flourish. “Bro, let me tell you…” He leaned sideways, bumping his shoulder against Spectre’s. “Just thinking about flying that ship is giving me a hard-on like you wouldn’t believe!”

He rolled his eyes, lightly elbowing his younger brother’s side. “Seriously? Come on.”

“I’m dead-ass serious, Bro. Like, holy shit, the Amaterasu is one sexy fuckin’ vessel.” Spectre watched a gleam sparkle in his younger brother’s eyes as he spoke. “She’s the newest hovercraft in the fleet and that baby was made for speed and destruction. I bet she could make it to The Fields and back before a Sentinel could even detect what actually happened.”

Spectre quipped a brow. “New stealth tech?”

He watched his brother nod emphatically. “Oh yeah, and then some.” He clapped his hands together. “I can’t wait to test that beauty out.”

Pulling out his computer, he looked over the ship’s diagnostics. There was some serious hardware put into the hovercraft. If the deployment of the Amaterasu was successful, the engineering crew would work on replicating the ship’s schematics for future hovercrafts. As exciting as that prospect was, Spectre couldn’t help but frown a little.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the Amaterasu was a guinea pig ship. This would be the first time the crew would work together as a collective. Some were still fairly young, their minds “freed” but needing more time to mature. There was also the chance that they would all clash when it came to their personalities and work flow.

He barely got the sigh out of him before Edge wrapped an arm around his shoulder to pull him in close. “Hey, c’mon, Spectre! This is what we went through all that training for, right?” Edge winked at him. “Everything’ll be fine. Every single member of the crew is the best of the best of the best, right?”

Spectre nodded. “Yeah…”

“So there’s nothing to worry about. We’re going to be the talk of the entire fleet. Everyone in Zion is going to know our ship.” Edge laughed, causing Spectre to grin; his enthusiasm was infectious. “We’ll do great things, Bro. I know we will.”

Spectre ruffled his little brother’s hair. It brought him an overwhelming amount of relief to know that his younger brother had, in fact, barely changed at all. In a time where their future was bleak and uncertain, pure optimism was necessary. Hope was needed.

And he would do whatever he needed to do in order to ensure that that hope never died.

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Shooting Star || CHY

Plot: A tale as old as time, a tale that transcends duties and protection--all to see their loved one again. 

Rating: R 18+ // NSFW

Genre: Guardian Angel! AU

Pairing: Cha Hakyeon x Female OC

Warnings: Death, violence

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Word Count: 3,060

AN: I had an idea that I was playing around with so let me know if you guys want this into a story!!

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He looked at her form in the bed, the way that the sheets clung to her body and encased her in a soft shell that he could not at the moment. The way that the bed dipped with her weight and the way that the pillow supported her delicate head. Hair bunched up and wild from last night, finally resting along with her. Hakyeon’s eyes couldn’t leave her form as she slept, half tangled in the sheets himself. There was a peace that settled on them during the night, something that had stolen their souls almost after the emotions got the better of them. 

As an angel, he wasn’t sure what it meant--those emotions that stirred in his holy body. Hakyeon knew of the consequences when Lucifer fell, his pride overtaking them all. He knew because he was there but this was something the humans called love. That burning and searing emotion that blossomed in his chest, compelling him to be closer to her. To protect her even more fiercely from those that wanted to turn her away from him. Ever since he came into her life, one that was lonely and sad, he had made sure that she never knew what he really was. It was the perfect opportunity to keep her safe and as her Guardian Angel, it was the perfect alibi. 

She never knew. 

But he noticed the signs, slowly but surely--his own descent into his lie turned into truth. He wondered, as the sun started to peek inside of the blinds and into the room as his hand reached out for her. He pulled the sheets further up her body, to keep her from getting cold as he finally got off the bed. She stirred a bit before settling back down and deeper into sleep. Hakyeon wondered if this is what Lucifer felt, if that is what he went through as he agonized on what he should do. As any of them would have done during the War, that moment of reflecting on what he had done. He felt the same amount of love for her that he had for his brothers and for the Most Holy. He cared for them all but he wanted to stay by her side. That was the difference that had changed his mind when he realized what it was he wanted. 

Was he truly rebelling in that act? Was he truly damned for what he was doing?

Hakyeon started to make food for them after he left the bed. Slow, deliberate movements as he stirred it around. The sounds of sizzling and the comforting closeness of the heat that came with cooking. His brothers peeked in on him from time to time, making sure that he was still alive--as some of them claimed. Even the youngest, who hadn’t been through the War, even came by to see what was going on. His curiosity was what spurred everything on, the longer he was down there--the longer he started to develop the human emotions, Sanghyuk had said. 

One such brother came in through the open window, materializing as he entered the residence. He was one of the younger ones and went by Hongbin while in his earthly form. The angel always looked around, like the second oldest before moving in a space. Something that he must have picked up from him, he supposed. 

“You never reported in last night.”

Hakyeon smiled and continued to stir the food to prevent it from burning. Memories of last night burst into his mind, reminding him why he failed at such a task. Yet, it was one that he gladly would do again. At his silence, Hongbin moved into the kitchen to see what it was that had caught his attention so. The elder angel turned off the eye and faced his brother, a calm and caring look on his face. 

“I realize and there is no excuse. Did you really come all the way here to tell me that?”

Hongbin shifted around, not wanting to admit that he was curious as to why the eldest of them all would do such a thing. The action made him smile at him even more at the other before the younger angel scoffed, looking away. 

“I’m not the one that’s going to get into trouble soon.”

Hakyeon knew that he really did care but just didn’t know how to act sometimes. It was the same for the second eldest but the difference was that the second eldest wasn’t as brash as the younger one. And when the second eldest wasn’t around, he would often go to him for advice. Which, he did wonder if he should tell him--if he hadn’t already guessed by then. The smile dropped a bit as he thought about it but Hongbin voiced it for him. 

“You worry that your actions will cause harm, don’t you?” Hakyeon nodded at his words, turning back to what he was doing. “Whatever you did, you know you’re being watched so it is going to pass but you have the opportunity to alter its course. As we all do so just…. Be careful.”

The door opening seemed to be like a gunshot, Hongbin vanishing instantly before the door to the bedroom opened all the way. She walked out, hair a mess and trying to stifle a yawn that was trying to break through on her features. She paused at the window, rubbing her eyes as she stared at it. Before she could say anything about it being open, Hakyeon was already walking towards her--his golden skin seemingly glowing with affection when he wrapped his arms around her form again. He buried his face into her neck, nuzzling into the soft flesh and inhaling her scent. He felt her arms wrap around him, fingers tracing light circles into his back as the embrace comforted him more than anything that he had ever realized. 

“So you’re saying that you will betray us? You know the punishment for that..”

“I have not betrayed anyone and you know it. I have room in my heart and soul for more than just one, just like the Most Holy.”

Hakyeon stared down the superior angel standing before him, his brothers being held captive behind him. They were all outside of the little residence, overlooking the wide open field. Not many people came through that way and he had seen to it that nobody ever bothered her. He had told her what he really was some time ago, a little after their first night together because he was unable to bear the guilt of lying to her for so long. At first, he was sure that she would reject him and for a while--she did. It was unheard of during that day and time, fear of the unknown that caused others to turn on their own family. However, the peace that they had felt while together was too unbearable to keep away from. Even his own brothers begged her to, at least, talk to him. 

The tree that they had met under weeped under the pressure of the sadness, petals falling all around them as they found each other again. 

Now, the consequence of his actions had caught up to him and with her gone to the market? Hakyeon was grateful that she wasn’t there to see what was going on, the ugly side of their existence had shown itself. 

“No? We are all creatures of God, your servitude lacking and the fact that you insist on being called by another name just proves it. You have fallen too far from the Faith and I am here to--”

“NO! Don’t you dare touch him!” 

All of their heads whipped around to see her standing there, robes dancing in the wind and a hand basket full of things. Her eyes were alight with anger and worry for him, Hakyeon could see it from where he was kneeling. The very reason he fell in love with her was her tenacity but he knew that it would also get her killed in the midst of the more powerful angel. He started to tell her to stop, to run but the butt of a sword was smashed into his face and caused him to fall over. 

She ran up to him, cradling his head and watched as blood dripped from his face. Hakyeon’s mind spun, his senses going crazy over the danger that she had put herself in. He was still her Guardian Angel, until he was released from service--he would continue to fight for her until his dying breath. He got up from where he was, shielding her body from the other angel with defiance written all over his face. The Angel saw it, frowning at the disobedience that he was showing before speaking. 

His voice reverberated through them, powerful and dark in his words. The Angel proclaimed that Hakyeon was no longer her Guardian Angel, a trigger that he felt in his heart. He felt the connection snap, unbound from his service but still strongly tied to her regardless. He gasped and held onto his chest, trying to get used to the newfound feeling of loss but she held onto him like an anchor to keep him from drifting away. 

“Will you still defy Heaven? Or will we have to punish you? You are no longer bound to this woman, her death will come swiftly now. Whatever else fate has planned for her will now be carried to the next life. May God have mercy on her soul.”

“I CHOOSE TO STAY WITH HER.” Hakyeon screamed, pulling his sword out of nowhere. She gasped, rearing back from the sudden provocation as did the others. However, the Angel before them narrowed his eyes at him before speaking. 

“So you choose betrayal?”

He brought out his own sword and reared back to swing the sword down but there was a rustle from behind him. Hakyeon realized that when he lifted up his sword to attack, just as the other did--there was someone standing in between them. 

His own sword impaling her. 

She gasped, eyebrows furrowing with confusion as she looked down. Hakyeon took his hand off the handle in shock, the sword disappearing and blood filtering out of the wound he had created. The Angel stood down, his own sword nearly cleaving the woman in half but stopped at the last second. She fell down into his arms, strength leaving her body as Hakyeon cradled her to his body. He panicked, fear and horror filling up his body as he pressed his hand to her wound, trying to heal the damage that was done. 

However, no light came out. 

“You are no longer an Angel. You have Fallen and I can think of no other way to punish you now. You have done this to yourself and perhaps, once you’ve seen the error of your ways--we might let you back into Heaven. For all of Eternity or until we see fit Chamuel, you are cast from Heaven.”

With the angel gone, Hakyeon’s brothers all came running up to him as they had been released from their bonds. A wail was slowly starting to come out of his chest, holding her close as the life bled right out of her. It was his fault that she would pass, not some evil that would try and sway her. It was all him and he couldn’t follow her this time, no connection that could lead him to her. 

“I… didn’t want you t-to fight.” She whispered, hand clutching at his white robes. She couldn’t catch her breath and he had to bend down to hear what she was saying, “P-Please… be safe. Be good and just. I.. love you.”

“I love you so much. I’m so s-sorry I can’t follow you this time…” He sobbed, holding her closer and closer as if the heat from his body would be enough to keep her alive. He rocked his body, almost crushing her to him. The sobs bled through his semblance of calm, racking his body as he cried. His chest heaved, his eyes screwed shut when she finally passed. His brothers sat all around him as he mourned. The hours bled into darkness, the starry sky above them all when the brothers finally had to pry the long dead body from his grasp. 

The third oldest held onto him as the rest prepared a service for her. Hakyeon had bursts of emotion, trying to escape his brother’s grasp but eventually sunk down at her grave--trying to follow her. There was no death for him now and no following, sentenced to live with what he had done forever. 

“Did you need any help with anything?”

He looked up to see her face standing there in front of him. Chamuel wanted to try something different this time with the new charge, instead of hiding in the shadows and only swooping in when needed--he tried a different approach by taking a human form and a human name. 

He opened his mouth, still a bit unsure on how to speak properly while there. Her eyes were like that fur animal with a tail, he had heard that they were called cats. The color of them were a rich brown, watching him very intensely. He could sense her soul all around her, open and free to everyone that passed by. A prime target for the demons that would descend on them shortly. 

“Are you new to this area?”

Her voice was soft but supportive at the same time, almost like a farmer that herded sheep around. One that was gentle and strong in their beliefs, showing others the way. A couple of little ones ran past them with her swishing her skirts around to keep them from running into them. He wanted to protect her, magnifying his connection that was set upon him by the higher Angels. 

The weeks went on and time showed that they couldn’t be apart often. He had become an apprentice to the local baker and very soon, she was his favorite part of the day. The way that she came in and stared wide-eyed at what was being sold. The baker gave him side-glances when she walked by, smirking to himself and making himself scarce. Until the one day where her life was threatened by those who had been tempted by the demon’s will. 

They wanted her. They were looking for her. 

Hakyeon, as he was now called, stepped out into the streets when they pulled sharp objects on her. But the thing that surprised him the most was the fact that she didn’t back down. She looked at them with a critical eye as if she was used to that sort of treatment. He didn’t want her to go through anything like that anymore, not wanting her to get anything soiled or hurt. 

The men ran and never came back, her eyes going wider than he’d ever seen them since meeting her. The fact that he had handled them effortlessly had everyone tripping over themselves to meet the brave apprentice. But her eyes were only on him as a gentle smile appeared on her lips, relieved that he was fine. 

Then like a blink of an eye, she was there in front of him with a horrified look on her face. He had decided to show her his wings and reveal himself to her. It was something unknown, he knew this but decided to take a chance anyways. He couldn’t fully reveal himself because his true angelic form would have scarred her for life and he wouldn’t have that. 

He couldn’t hurt her like that. So he showed her a little piece and she left, half panicked that she had laid with a demon. 

Every time he went to her, she screamed and ran. Each time it cut him deeper than any metal, any sword that was in existence. It hurt more than when the War broke out and his fellow angels were fighting each other. More than when he had to bring his own brother back from the brink of the other side. He appeared before that brother and collapsed before him as the will to even live left him. It was rare for an angel to die and sometimes, they had heard, an angel would pass on and give themselves to fate to be reborn as something else as a trial or just out of boredom from their long years. 

Their brother was about to do the same since she had rejected him. So they took action and made it their mission to show her what a mistake she was making. While they all knew that their eldest brother would most certainly get punished, they also didn’t want their brother to leave their side. As he laid on the bed, face near gaunt and pale--they brought her to him. She had told them, after they had made up, what changed her mind was the fact that he spoke his sorrow to her in his sleep. 

Never had she seen someone so anguished, someone who had so much power--brought down by something like her. They all reminded her that she was something more to him, even though it wasn’t supposed to be. He woke to her face, slimmer and distraught herself over the turn of events. There was no denying that she still loved him, just the shock of it all nearly driving her away. Later on, she had cut off a piece of her hair and was able to put it in a glass container for him as she promised that with her life-- she would love him, no matter what.  

He held that necklace in his fingers again, a lock of hair in the capsule that his brothers had made for him. Hakyeon stared out of the window, right to where the mound was. It was overgrown with green now instead of the fresh brown dirt that had decorated her body when his brothers buried her. It was time. 

Each spot held a memory for him and if he were to live on the earth as an immortal, then he couldn’t do it there. The house went up in flames as he left it, leaving with only the simple necklace holding the last thing of her -- dear to his heart. 

Heaven’s Day 18+ || KNJ

Rating: NC-17+++ // NSFW

Genre: modern day || boyfriend!BTS

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female OC

Warnings: FOOD PLAY (god what is it with me and food play?); sensory deprivation; bondage?

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,084

AN: Look I have no excuses when it comes to this. Just absolute filth..... AGAIN. I might as well just do a food play BTS line at this rate.

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“Sweetheart, are you comfortable?”

You could feel his breath tickling on your ear, stirring the stray hairs from your head around as you nodded. Your dark curls had fallen everywhere on the bed as you hadn’t bothered to tie it up before getting into that position for Namjoon. To be honest, he hadn’t given you much time to do anything since lumbering in--fresh from the plane and all riled up. 

In typical fashion, Namjoon hadn’t told you the specifics on when he would be back but only the date. The gentle giant had only smiled and deflected the question when you had asked, intent on having something ready for when he came over. Plus it only helped him when the rest of the members butted into the conversation before you two had to disconnect. That was how the evening was starting off with him surprising you, which had escalated to the bedroom. Now you were tied up with a sinful red colored satin ribbon and the sound of his deep chuckle in your ear. 

It wasn’t your idea to use the blindfold but after your dark eyes had successfully undressed him throughout dinner, Namjoon decided to give your eyes a rest while he undressed you. His hands had gently and slowly taken off your loose top, exposing your bare chest to the chill air. Now you were just in the ribbon and shorts while he rustled about the room for a couple of things. Your heart raced as you could hear what was going on, slowly becoming frustrated with how long he was taking. 

“I saw these on the way over here but instead of eating them after dinner, I wanted to eat these on you. You’ll have to tell me how they taste first…”

The mischievous tone to his voice was riling you up even more. He tutted when you started to frown, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the objects in question. You could almost see the arch of his eyebrow at your face, questioning whether or not he should smile. He, however, resumed to open the prizes he had brought over. It almost sounded like he had some sort of flimsy container that usually had fruit in there, the noisy objects that always made sounds when you were sneaking them late at night. 

“Sweetheart, open up.”

Something cold touched your lips, making your lips part ever so slightly. He pressed the cherry to your lips, encouraging you to bite into it. The sweet juice spilled out over your lips and into your mouth, leaving a tangy aftertaste to it--one that made you want to lick your lips afterwards. He pulled away the rest of the cherry, smearing some of the juices across your lips with his thumb. His rough pad over the skin had you leaning into the touch, asking for more of his touches. You heard a faint laugh from him at the action but he resisted pawing at your dark skin. No, he was more interested in drinking you in after so long. 

The next one was placed in his plump lips as he leaned over to give you a kiss. You could feel the smirk as he held the cherry to your own lips, the sticky liquid spreading out between the both of you. You leaned up into his kiss, taking the rest of the cherry that he had with a smirk of your own. There was a pause as if he didn’t realize that he had his half of the cherry stolen from him but when he grabbed the back of your neck, he forcefully tilted your head up and exposed your neck more to him. The small dose of dominance from him had you nearly gulping the cherry down before taking in a sharp breath. He moved his warm and sticky mouth from your lips and onto your jaw, nipping the sweet skin there. The peppering of kisses were a bit rough, drawing out a darker color to your skin as he moved down to the neck and over the swell of your breasts. 

You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together, trying to create friction as he nibbled on different areas of your skin. A sudden slap to your upper thigh had you taking in another sharp gasp, stilling your movement. 

“Are you feeling a bit frustrated, love?” The frown appeared on your lips again and that time, it made him laugh as he leaned into you again. “Good.”

You felt him get up from the bed, a flush appearing on your skin from both frustration and arousal. He amused himself with opening another container while you laid there as you tried not to voice your frustrations to him. You knew that if you did, the touches and the time it took for him to fuck you would take so much longer. The bed sunk down again, his weight adding to the softness of the mattress. Your bare skin could feel that he had no shirt on this time, the warmth of his own dark skin radiating onto yours. 

A sudden cold shock blossomed on your skin as it made goosebumps appear in the vicinity. Namjoon placed little slices of pineapple across your chest, in particular near your nipples. He gave a soft hum of satisfaction when the buds rose from the contact. When he was ready, he dipped down and captured one of the slices in his mouth before moving to the adjacent nipple. His hand snuck behind you, arching your back in an embrace to meet his mouth while the other one dipped into your shorts. The swirl of his tongue combined with the texture of the pineapple had a soft moan escape your mouth, sighing and trying to get as close as you could to his mouth. 

His fingers danced underneath the fabric, toying with the edges before slipping in themselves. The satin strained under the tug of your arms when he slipped his fingers inside of you, trying to break free of the soft silk. In response, he added another finger as he pumped them in a slow rhythm. Namjoon was determined to touch and taste every part of you that night before actually giving into his own desires. A moment to commit to his memory for when he had to leave again, something to dream of when he missed you. 

“Namjoon….” Came the breathy plea from your lips, his name finally spilling from them as he nibbled another piece of pineapple from your chest. His fingers and his mouth were working you over, the little love bites and his soft murmurs into your skin were driving you crazy. And the bastard didn’t even have all of his clothes off yet!

“I know, baby but let me taste you just a little longer..Hmm?” 

He moved his body around, leaving your body a bit cold as he lifted you up to take off your shorts. Your body almost screamed for his touch again, that familiar burn threatening to launch you off the bed and into space. Soon, you could feel his hot breath between your legs as he continued to taste and bite into your soft skin. He placed your legs on his shoulders as he dipped down to lap at the juices that had started to pool down there. The taste had him almost growling in appreciation as he suckled at your core. 

The sweet taste of pineapple mixed with the aftertaste of cherry only enhanced your taste. Namjoon pulled your hips up, getting deeper and pulling the string tighter for you. Grasping at the silk that had you tied to the headboard, your gasps grew needy as he wound you up until finally snapping and shaking all over his face. 

He groaned at your response, nearly wanting to go at it again but instead--he grabbed another slice of pineapple and placed it between his lips. Namjoon climbed up your body and hovered over you to give you a sweet kiss, mixing both juices into it. You could feel his hardness pressed against your skin over the fabric that was still on his body. Lazily sliding a leg up his body, you decided to tease him a bit as revenge for his own torture. Namjoon growled in response, pulling your leg upwards and driving his own pelvis into your exposed body. 

His face buried into your neck, nipping again at the soft flesh--pressing his body as close to you as possible as he gathered you up in his arms. However, the tension from the silk made the ribbon come a bit loose but it was enough to get your hands free. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you and carding your own fingers through his hair. The action made him growl even more, the deep reverb that was just as effective as a speaker. That was one thing that weakened him, other than your fascination with his thighs. You always loved to sit on one of them and slowly grind yourself to the edge before he finally took over. 

He soon lifted himself up enough to aggravatingly take off his belt and pants, the snap of the leather almost echoing in the room. Namjoon threw the clothing to the side and spread your legs wide enough for him to slip through, not that he needed to anyways. The sweet stretch as he inched his way into you, wanting to feel every part of you before he lost himself in the pleasure. Namjoon groaned, almost panting as you held onto him and as he was fully sheathed inside of you--he waited patiently until you gave him the approval he so desperately wanted. Despite his wants and needs, he always made sure you were happy first before losing himself in anything. 

Slowly at first, he rocked his hips and pressed you into the mattress with deep thrusts. The sound of skin slapping didn’t happen until a bit later when the sweet burn started to build and the two of you were clutching at each other. His pace quickened the longer he drilled into you, even placing a leg on his shoulder for better access. Your cries added to the sounds of the moment, Namjoon trying to commit it to memory but failing in his driven lust. 

His thrusts became harder the closer he came to his own end, leaving you with nothing but his shoulders to hold onto. The bed groaned itself under the force and weight of your two bodies crashing against each other. Your breasts bounced as you lifted up to him in that familiar rhythm that he drove inside of you. Time seemed to still as you panted and peeked at him from your eyelashes, his handsome face was now flushed with want like he had been on stage and performing for thousands of people. Right then, he was performing just for you in a way that nobody else was allowed to see or hear. 

Gasping, you moaned out his name over and over again as he pumped inside of you--building that tension again until you couldn’t take it anymore. Shaking, you shattered underneath him with a cry and grasped at him again like you would fall off the face of the earth had he not held you. Namjoon panted out a pretty whine when your walls clenched around him, trying to get as deep as he could before he finally stalled himself. His own orgasm had the veins in his neck nearly popping out from the force of it, his rhythm stuttering to a loving halt as he emptied himself into you. 

Namjoon kissed your face tenderly once he had regained his breath, sweeping some of your dark hair out of your face from where it had fallen during your escapade. He continued to leave sweet kisses across your body, mainly where he had raised the discoloration on your skin. The gentle giant was back, gathering you in his arms once he had pulled out of you with a sigh. The clean up would happen once he had the strength enough to stand but for the moment, the two of you enjoyed the warm enclosure that came with the aftermath. 

“Don’t fall asleep baby girl… we still have to get you cleaned up.” You murmured your response into his chest, nuzzling your face deeper into his neck. “I want to be able to have you again in the shower too.” 

Fragmentation 5.0 - KNJ

Plot: How does one measure freedom? Are our choices truly our own, or are they part of a preset design outside of our control? We all have a question burning inside of us, though few speak it out. It is the question that drives us forward, seeking purpose in our lives. What is The Matrix?

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