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AIRPLANE

💕Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

✏️Genre/au: Canon, Smut, Idol x Idol AU

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

📝Wordcount: 2849

⚠️chapter warnings: Explicit smut, daddy kink, dom behaviour

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It wasn’t very often that you would intentionally piss him off and besides his passive-aggressive attitude when something bothered him, his jaw-clenching was a difficult thing to see.

Either way, it was something that turned you on. Every time you would see him do that, even though it wasn’t something related to good, something inside of you awakened. Like a sinful pleasure. Like the extra piece of your favourite cake that you take because you deserve it but the little devil in you tells you that you’re gonna regret it later. Still, you love it.

So this time, you took pleasure in pushing his nerves a little bit while working. You were sitting at the table in front of each other, reading the questions from ARMY when you caressed his leg, using the advantage of being across from him, behind the camera eye. He looked at you over his papers, showing with his dragon eyes and how absolutely not in the mood he was for games. Later today,after the set of the Run special, the boys have to take a flight to New Orleans for the first episode of another Bon Voyage and he is always especially tense before a flight. For that, he snapped more easily.

You gave him an unbothered look, as if you had only done it unintentionally, although he went back to read, he wasn’t buying it. Then when he seemed to relax, you did it again, starting from his toe to the inside of his knee between his legs, and he closed them, without looking. You weren’t staring at him either as you read, but you noticed his hand on your ankle, gripping it and you flick your eyes up only to notice his warning look from the same position and how his jaw clenched.

Deciding to not bust your boyfriend's balls to a point of settling on a possible argument, you decided to leave him alone at that point. But as soon as you got onto the plane, the veto was over.

You walk through the plane observing the members take their seats before you reach yours. Namjoon’s eyes are on your every move as he sits diagonally from you, in a seat opposite to the direction yours is facing. By the way he looks at you, the awareness that you are in a closed space with nowhere to run to, enlightens your mind and you realise you have played with fire without an extinguisher by you. Only your flesh and bones to go through the flames.

When the flying vehicle reaches stability in the sky you find the moment to escape to the service area, anything to get away from the insistent glare of your boyfriend who has no intention to back off on the game you have started. He follows you there and stares at you in silence as he turns on the kettle and heats water for tea, you guess. The hostess offers to help with the food service but you both excuse her politely and keep going with the motions. You make yourself a cappuccino and rest against the edge of the counter; he takes his chance to enclose you in that position and he looks through the cabinets for something without even looking inside. His eyes keep on you as he invades your personal space further and you just give the glare back taking the mug to your mouth. ‘If this is going to be our fifteen hour trip, I’m screwed.’ you think, finally taking your eyes away from him in surrender, but not before you see him arch and eyebrow and also rest at the opposite counter. ‘Oh god… this is going to be a long flight.’

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Some time later, mostly everyone is sleeping in their seats. Namjoon isn’t sleeping, trying to avoid the jet lag by staying awake, with a book in his hand as he sits cosy in his place. You look at him with endearment, his focus completely in the characters written in the pocket size version of a book, with a slay frown. A smile draws on your lips before you put down the notebook you were using to write down lyrics, or at least the outline of what can be good rhymes for the song you are preparing in the studio. You close it and put the pen on top of it. You hope Namjoon doesn’t get to see the secrecy in them until the whole album is out, but it’s practically impossible that he doesn’t, at least, get a hint of them when your group is buzzing over the beat and flow that the recording has.

Invested in your thoughts, you make use of the door next to yours and Sohyung’s seats to reach the ensuite bathroom inside the room. Taehyung and Jimin sleep in the bed tangled to each other cutely with dimmed lights that allow you to close the door and reach the bathroom, seeing your path comfortably.

After relieving yourself, you take time cleaning your hands and your face, using a bamboo disposable toothbrush to wash your teeth with the thought of taking a small nap. However, as soon as you open the door, you are face to face with a tall figure that pushes you inside the three piece space before you can even process who he is and locks the door behind himself.

“Namjoon– You scared me!” you whisper loudly, thoughtful to not interrupt the rest of the sleeping men at the other side of the thin walls.

He has you caged against the sink between his bulky arms and lowers his upper body to get at your eye level, dragon eyes on you like you are prey. That stare that he reserves only for you.

“Joon-ah are you okay?” you ask feigning innocence, playing along. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” But his stare doesn’t minimise its intensity.

“You think you're funny, right?” he asks with that natural deep voice of his. “Playing your little games while we are working knowing that I can't do anything about it.” Finally the rabbit is out of the hole and running free inside the room.

“Maybe?” you reply, playful, with a smirk. Never retreating your eyes from his.

“Yeah,” he chuckles and your skin raises in goosebumps when he closes his mouth and clenches his jaw again. “Do you think you're going to get away with it?”

Your smirk grows wider showing your pearly whites and you nod, raising your brows slightly, daring. His response has your eyes lowering to his lips where his tongue plays at the centre of them, moisturising the surface in another annoyed gesture.

“Hm.”

That’s all he says before he slowly leans with his pelvis against yours, hard on in full bust in between the fabrics of your sweatpants and he leans for a kiss to which you surrender. But as soon as his lips are about to touch yours and you move your arms up to his shoulders, he pulls fully away and moves to unlock the door. Your first instinct responds by grabbing one of the baggy sleeves of his hoodie, to prevent him from opening the door, and he turns around.

“Hm?” He arches an eyebrow, inquisitive.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper without letting go of the soft fabric.

“Hm? What?” The way he lowers his chin and curves his neck forward, makes you understand he heard you just fine but he wants you to repeat it.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you tell him, lowering your chin and making big pleading eyes for him.

“Babe?” he snorts and shakes his head raising his brows. You detect he’s about to turn around and leave by the way his body sways back.

“Daddy…” you whisper, changing your expresion to unbothered, only your eyes hinting your intentions.

He seems automatically paralysed from head to toe , looking at you with slightly bulged eyes. It’s the first time you call him that and he surely wasn’t expecting it when he mocked the nickname. He expected you to pull him again and pout for a bit until you got your way, but this wasn’t at all what he thought. In your case, you weren’t expecting his next move.

Without a word he’s all over you, mouth demanding yours to move against it, hands pulling your body, your clothes until you are against the wall of the open shower. His lower body is so hard against yours that you think he’ll mould you into another form. His tongue intrudes in such intensity, brushing your tongue in circles and finding your palate to make it deeper, that you moan slightly over the torturous muscle. His throat vibrates with a chuckle but he doesn’t stop or slow down until your hands crease the hoodie at the sides from all the grabbing, trying to get a hold of yourself from the dizzying experience.

He parts his lips staying an inch from your mouth, his breathing as unsteady as yours while his hands are tightly gripping at your waist. The idea of possible bruises in the area are the least of your problems when he turns you around and presses his shaft between your cheeks, pressing your front against the wall. He kisses your head and groans, thoughtful, or that’s what you can tell. He’s evaluating the risks, if it’s worth getting caught joining the mile club to get a tingle off.

It would be embarrassing to you too and you know that since he’s the one who has begun the move, he has in mind how it might affect you too. But you want it, you want him to push it in you and be accountable for this transgression. At least once, do something that goes against what anyone would expect from you. Not even yourselves. You move your hips, bringing your hands to his and just like that condemn any conscience he was making use of.

It’s memorable how quick his hand is in between your panties and skin. His index and middle finger are quick to find the moisture his actions have created in between your folds and he grunts, moving his hips against your cheeks again. He uses his now wet fingers to draw circles on your clit just as quickly and you close your eyes, trying to keep quiet while also allowing the pleasure to build. But the moment you feel his shaft trace the curve again you move one hand from his hip to the waistband.

He seems to read your intentions because his fingers stop for a second as he separates his lower body from you and you reach underneath his boxers to his shaft. The moisture in it, from the precum, draws a smile of pride on your face and you rub your thumb over the tip to massage the sensitive area. You hear his breath falter, making you chuckle.

You feel his hand leave your pelvic area and attempt to look at him in wonder before he uses both hands to pull down your undergarments. He’s just as quick with his own and when you see him take you by the wrist to put your hand away, you simply let him take control.

His head finds your folds and intrudes in between them slowly, aware that the delicacy of the situation might show in your body like an opposition, even moist. The hand that was previously exploring you returns to its duty in means to ease the intrusion and do damage control if he slips out. The other hand is his hook point to hold your body steady at the waist.

His slide fills you up, bare against your walls, gripping him like a vice, you can almost tell his form through the wetness and he doesn’t stop until his tip kisses your cervix, making you close your hands into fists over the grey surface of fake tiles. There’s no pain to it, however, he doesn’t push it further. He just pecks it, owning the whole space inside you where he fits so well.

He allows his chest to press against your shoulder blades and kisses your head again. “You feel so good…” he mutters in that almost unintelligible deepness his voice can reach.

“You too, babe,” you respond, mindlessly.

He twitches and says something again but this time you don’t understand it, or don’t really have the time to figure out the words because he pulls out to the middle and bangs in. The arm on your waist snakes up to cover your mouth with that big hand and muffle the gasp you let out when he hits bottom.

“Daddy.” he demands against your ear, letting the voice be raspy against his vocal cords.

He doesn’t move, only eases the pressure of his girth in you, awaiting for an answer. You nod obediently, having never experienced this side of him. His mouth retires from your face and he starts to thrust in you. He’s slow with measure, pacing at the same speed he is letting his fingers work and you rest your forehead on the wall. “Oh daddy…” you mutter unintentionally sultry, out of desire.

His hips snap against you and your eyes bulge when he suddenly speeds up. His hand snakes up again and he uses his forearm as his only hold of you as he tries to keep himself as silent as possible too, but grumbling behind you.. His efforts with your bud and the speed finally catch up with you and you clench around him, reaching for his hair as you hold your breath repeatedly to not scream. The thrusts don’t stop there, and he takes you in his arms by the thighs without pulling out, letting your feet set on the floor as you reach the sink and pushing your upper body over the counter. His hand returns to muffle you while the other holds you by the hips and he snaps inside you over and over until you are a whiny mess underneath him.

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“Hold on a little bit more, baby. There goes another one…” he mutters and your eyes bulge again with the forth orgasm, prickling tears in your eyes. The hand at your hips has long abandoned your soft flesh for the wetness of your button where he doesn’t desist with his ministrations. This time, though, you’ve had enough of it and try to pull away from him, get him off or out by struggling, but the wet hand lands at your back and presses you in place. He snaps his hips with yours again and doesn’t move, still hard like iron inside of you. “What was that?” he asks, pulling his hand away from your mouth. It’s humid from your breath, the whole bathroom could be, if it wasn’t for the ventilation.

“Please, I can’t–with another one…” you mutter breathlessly.

He leans over putting his mouth in your ear as your head is tilted. “Will you behave then? Will you stop playing games when I can’t respond?” he inquires, nibbling on the earlobe and you almost groan.

“I will.”

“Good girl,” he replies as he stands straight. “Now try to be quiet.”

He takes hold of your waist to push in you and you use your own hands to cover up the unavoidable little sounds that his relentless pace makes you do. He is merciless and your overstimulation covers up the growing sensation inside of you. His hips snap one last time and he reduces the pace as he starts emptying himself inside, biting his lower lip so hard, as you see it in the mirror, that you are worried he’ll burst it. It’s then, when he pushes deep inside your core and he hits the end that the ditch of pleasure spills. You squirm underneath him. It’s not as strong as the other’s but with how spent you are, it’s lethal, and it makes you dizzy.

“Are you ok?” he says, pulling out and making you stand, turning you around in his arms. You nod but you lean against him as you try to regain your breath. “I’m sorry, baby… Did I go too hard on you?” His hands rest on your arms as he searches your stare with his eyes.

“I’ll be okay,” you say and a little chuckle escapes with the statement. His arms surround you as you meet his eyes and he presses you against his body, soothingly rubbing a hand at your back. You let your head fall over his chest, listening to his heart as it starts calming down but then realise where you are and move away. “We should clean ourselves.”

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As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you see Jimin in bed with his phone. Taehyung is still in deep sleep with a leg over him but Jimin is very awake. He looks at you and as he’s putting his phone away he chuckles while covering his mouth. When Namjoon comes out of the bathroom Jimin just starts laughing and turns his face shyly .

“Oh shut up,” you and Namjoon say in unison.

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Little do You Know | OT7 | Seventy Three

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: Little angst if you squint and fluff! 

WC: 4.2k

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Little Black Book: Series (M)

There are a few names in your Little Black Book, but these seven hold a special place in your heart.  Now that you are closing that chapter in your life, you reminisce the time and experience you have had with your seven favourite men.

Rating: Explicit, 18+. NO MINORS ALLOWED!!

1. Min Yoongi - The One You Trust 2. Kim Seokjin - The One You Hate 3. Jung Hoseok - The One Who Broke Your Heart 4. Jeon Jungkook - Your Kindred Spirit 5. Kim Taehyung - The One You Had a Crush On 6. Park Jimin - Your Nemesis 7. Kim Namjoon - The Endgame

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the impatient doctor || knj

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.

prologue | the lonely mayor | the brat teacher | the misfit toy maker | the kneady baker | the ironed blacksmith | the impatient doctor | the naughty sheriff | epilogue

➻ title: the impatient doctor ➻ pairing: er physician!namjoon x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.6k  ➻ rating: 18+    ➻ warnings: this takes place in a hospital | many, many code violations | deepthroating | throat fucking | gagging | choking on cock | namjoon goes from gentleman to asshole in the link of an eye | we already know namjoon’s dick is huge | power play dynamics | sloppy head | hair pulling | drying humping/grinding | you know the little dangly dang in the back of your throat? well, namjoon touches it | rough oral | dirty talk | more spit, yay!! | public sex | they get caught | arrests | someone gets handcuffed but not how you think | i think that’s all      ➻ author’s note: Two more to go!!! This one’s extremely unedited, but will be edited later. Hope y’all enjoy.

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the last time - knj x reader

you find yourself at my door just like all those times before

you wear your best apology, but i was there to watch you leave

or namjoon is asking for another chance with y/n (feat. yoongi x reader)

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: on again / off again relationships, angst (duh), namjoon doubts himself a lot, dry humping, penetrative sex, riding, spanking, creampie, hickies, overuse of the word baby, yoongi is a king, jimin might have a crush on seokjin, did y/n fumble the bag? is this toxic?

rating: 18+

word count: 7.4k

italics = flashback

A/N: hi friends old and new!

i think it's close to a year since i've posted a fic on here and this is the first bts fic i'm posting so please be nice! i started this back in november and got like half of it done then and then the holidays and other life distractions got in the way but! i'm done!

i was listening to the last time by taylor swift when inspiration struck

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“I see you everywhere I go… I… I miss you,” his voice cracked as the last word left his lips. The lips that missed caressing every inch of her. The lips she missed whispering into her hair all the broken promises

His heart tightened as he watched her swallow back tears before she spoke for the first time that night, “You don’t get to miss me, Namjoon. You don’t. Not when you keep leaving. I can’t keep doing this. Every time you leave - just hurts more than the last,” she stopped talking, her eyes looking up at the dark sky trying to recollect herself.

“Y/N, please. I - I know I don’t deserve it. Don’t deserve you, but…” Y/N flinched when his hand grabbed her forearm. She silently cursed the way his touch still sent electric currents through her body no matter how small that touch was. All it did was remind her of all the times with him she was actively trying to not think about.

Because no matter how good things could be with Namjoon, he’d shown time and time again - they wouldn’t last.

He said it himself the last time he stood on her porch like this.

“I… really am - it’s not… you.” he sighed, watching the tears roll down her cheeks. His hand twitched as he stopped himself from reaching forward to wipe them away for her. Namjoon wasn’t one to struggle to find the right words. In fact, he always knew the right thing to say - but now, nothing he said was coming out right.

“Maybe because this isn’t the right thing…” the small voice in his head whispered. He shook the thought away. It had to be the right thing. He knew Y/N deserved better - she just loved him too much to see it.

“It’s not you, it’s me? Are you kidding me Namjoon? At least give me one good fucking reason - don’t I deserve to know why you’re giving up on us?

“Y/N,” he pinched the bridge of his nose as he exhaled out her name. “I’m sor-”

“I should know better by now.” she interrupted him. “Just… go. Leave like you always do.”

“Joon,” hearing her say his name brought him back to the present. “Things are different. I’m different.”

“I’ve changed too, Y/N!” he feels rushed to get the words out - too afraid they’re going to choke him before she hears him out. “That’s the thing, baby. Our love was never the issue… it just wasn’t the right time for me… please.”

His wet lashes made his dark eyes look even more intense.

“I’m seeing someone else.”

Ice ran through his veins as her words hung in the air between them. He shook his head as if he could somehow make her take those words back.

“You don’t love him,” he kept shaking his head, “I know you, Y/N.” She wouldn’t be hearing him out if she did. She wouldn’t be holding back tears if she did. She couldn’t love someone else when he was still hung up on everything about her being.

His eyes scanned her face for a telltale of a lie, but he found none. Her eyes were earnestly apologetic and it made his stomach turn. The guilt that swam in her saddened gaze told him enough.

Namjoon reminded himself to breathe - he was too focused on trying not to throw up. His body was reacting to the emotional pain and he couldn’t exactly wrap his head around it.

“You knew me. You don’t know me anymore. I… I don’t wanna hurt like this anymore, Namjoon.” she sighed, entirely spent on the way her evening had developed. “Please leave… and don’t come back.”

“I can’t promise you that.” Namjoon’s jaw clenched and unclenched. “I’ll go,” he took a step back, stepping out of the porch light. He hoped being out of the light would better hide the way his eyes were swelling with more tears. But even if Y/N couldn’t see him clearly - she knew. She could hear it in his voice.

“Take care, Joon,” she took her own step back and closed the door before she did something stupid like run straight into his arms. Every fiber of her being begged to be wrapped in his arms, but she was done listening to her heart when it came to Namjoon. She needed to let her brain do the thinking - as much as her heart wanted to keep making the decisions, it kept getting too wounded to continue.

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Jimin paced his living room enough to start making Seokjin dizzy. “Jimin,” Seokjin warned, “sit down,”

“I’m sorry, Hyung… I just don’t know what to do. I haven’t seen him like this in well… forever. Y/N and him break up and get back together all the time… I think something changed.”

“Well, has he said what happened?”

“No! That’s the thing - he won’t talk to me,” Jimin pouted. After his roommate got back from seeing his ex, Namjoon had hardly left his room at all. He was mopey and avoiding any talk of what happened that night at all costs.

Jimin had tried - he really had. He had stayed up late a few times hoping to catch Namjoon (lately it seemed as if Namjoon only left his room when he thought Jimin was asleep or away), he had tried coming home from work early to try to get Namjoon to talk to him - but nothing was working. He knew he had to call in for backup.

“Have you considered that maybe he needs some time? That he isn’t ready to talk?” Jin placed his arm on Jimin’s shoulder trying to comfort the younger man. “Sometimes, people need some space,” he tried to reason.

Jimin shook his head. “It feels different this time.”

Jin nodded. He forgets that some of Namjoon’s friends don’t know him as long as he’s known him. “Let me try to talk to him, yeah?” The corners of his mouth twitched when he saw Jimin’s eyes light up. “Can’t promise it’ll be any different, but I’ll try.”

Jimin wrapped his arms around Jin, knocking him back against the couch they were sitting on. “Thanks, Hyung!” Jimin pulled back, slight pinkness in his cheeks at his own sudden physical affection. “I’ll leave you to it then! If you leave before I get back can you please lock the door?” he asked, already up and grabbing his keys from the table. “Thank you again, Jin!” he waved off giving Seokjin some (unwilling) alone time with Namjoon.

Jin let out a heavy sigh and stalked over to Namjoon’s room. “Kim Namjoon. I know you know I’m here,” he knocked on the door, “Let me in,”

Behind the closed door he heard Namjoon groan.

“You may be able to avoid Jimin, but I’m not playing around, Joon,” his tone was serious. Namjoon could hear it in Seokjin’s voice. There was no use in fighting Jin when he had his mind set on something. Unfortunately for Namjoon, that something was for him to talk about what happened. Something he kept trying to avoid - because well, saying it out loud made it to real for him.

Seokjin remained still until he heard the bed behind the door creak and slow footsteps approach. He fought the urge to smile, knowing his smugness would only shut Namjoon further.

Namjoon opened his door and treaded back to his bed, letting his best friend trail behind him. Jin took a seat on the bed after Joon got back under his covers. One look at him and Jin knew. Namjoon, who usually kept his face clean shaven, now had on at least five day stubble. His eyes were bloodshot from the constant tears.

“Hey,” Jin’s tone was softer than before. “Talk to me,” his hand had found its way to Joon’s knee and he kept it there - slowly rubbing reassuring circles with his palm.

Namjoon looked up at the ceiling wishing his bedsheets would swallow him whole, “She said she’s seeing someone else. I… really fucked it up this time, Jin.”

Seokjin sighed, still patting Namjoon’s leg, “You remember what you said when you broke up with her?”

Namjoon finally met Seokjin’s soft gaze. He wanted to curse him for bringing it up. He kept silent, allowing his friend to continue.

“You said you thought she deserved someone better - no matter how many times we told you that you were making a mistake.” He held Joon’s stare firmly, “Can you blame her for doing what you wanted her to?”

Namjoon’s face felt like it had been in a permanent frown these days. “I shouldn’t have let her go. I need her in my life… even if it’s not how I imagine… I… can’t let her go, Hyung.”

Seokjin nodded. As much as he loved Namjoon, he knew he had really messed up with Y/N. He remembers the first time Namjoon called for a break with Y/N. She had been inconsolable.

Seokjin’s phone rang for the second time that night - Y/N’s name flashing brightly on the screen. He looked over at Namjoon - passed out on his couch, clutching a throw pillow. He tried to wrap his head around Namjoon’s thoughts.

He knew just as well as anyone just how much Namjoon loved Y/N. You’d only need to be around the two for a minutes to physically feel the love they both radiated for each other.

But he also knew Namjoon. Namjoon who doubted himself more than anyone doubted him. No matter how many admirers he had - he struggled to believe it. Namjoon who would subconsciously sabotage himself out of fear of failure.

Namjoon who was on the edge of leaping into something great, but finding a way to run from it.

Seokjin exhaled as he answered the call, “Hi, Y/N,” he waited for her to say something.

“I’m sorry, Jinnie,” her voice quivered and he could tell she was doing her best to sound okay for him. “I… called Joon.” Seokjin kept quiet, unable to tell her he watched as Namjoon blankly stared at his phone when she called. “I’m sorry - I don’t know why I called you. I just hoped he’d be there. This isn’t on you, I’m sorry,” she shut her eyes shut wishing she could take back the desperation that drove her to calling her ex’s best friend.

Having been on the receiving end of heartbreak himself, Jin could relate to the despair that he heard in her voice. “No need to be sorry. I don’t know if I should be saying this to you but he loves you, Y/N. More than I think he realizes. I’m not telling you what you should or shouldn’t do. And I don’t know all that goes on in his head, but I know he does.”

Seokjin knew how happy Y/N made his friend. He knew Y/N had gone through a lot with Namjoon breaking things off, but maybe it was a selfish part of him that just wanted his friend to be happy.

“You need to tell her that,” Jin shoved Namjoon a little until he made enough space for him to lay down besides him. He placed his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling as well. “You won't get anywhere hiding out in your room. You've got the kid worried sick,” he couldn't fight the smile that tugged on his lips at the mention of Jimin.

“Before you were ever her boyfriend, you were her friend. Remind her of that,” his shoulder nudged Namjoon's.

Namjoon remembers the first time he kissed Y/N - it was one of those core moments that would live in his heart forever. It was like the world paused just for them.

They had planned to meet to study together - but somehow, both burnt out from staring at their textbooks and screens, ended up going for a walk around the neighborhood.

Which turned into them walking endlessly into the evening, bumping shoulders and sharing giggles.

Before they knew it the rosy pink sky started to deepen into an indigo blue. The cool autumn air making them walk closer and closer (although Namjoon would take any excuse to be close to her).

It was that night that Namjoon realized how his heart beat a little faster when she was around… how his cheeks hurt from smiling so much when she’s with him…

The closer the two of them got to her house, the more he wished the night wouldn’t end.

For a moment, he couldn’t hear what Y/N was saying - but it was like alarms where going off in his head.

I like her… he thought.

He grabbed her arm and faced her. She stared up at him with wide eyes - in that moment, the silence between them was as loud as sirens.

Y/N, who had come to the realization that she had started to have feelings for Namjoon long before he did was frozen in place.

The look on Namjoon’s face could only be described as longing.

The longing in his eyes as they shifted between her eyes and her lips. His lips parted slightly. His breath stuck in his throat.

With a steady hand, he lifted her chin up slightly. Before Y/N was able to get a single syllable out, Namjoon was leaning down, gingerly placing his lips on hers. His eyes shut as his lips connected with hers.

The kiss was quick - but the Earth spun in slow motion. He swears he can still feel the ghost of Y/N’s lips kissing him back that night.

Because she did kiss him back - the plumpness of his lips pressed against hers made her momentarily dizzy. She didn’t have a thought to kiss him back - her body simply responding to his as natural as it was to breathe.

Kissing him felt like the first gasp of air after being under water.

—

“Are you gonna see him again?” Hobi was sprawled out on her bed, head hanging off the edge, scrolling through his phone. Y/N looked up from the blank page on her screen. Her deadlines were approaching, but she couldn’t bring herself to finish (or start) her assignments.

“See who again?” she asked closing her laptop.

“The cute guy from the coffee shop. Or are you seeing someone else and didn’t tell me?” he rolled onto his belly and looked up at her. Hobi wanted her to move on from Namjoon. The thought of his name alone made him want to gag. There were so many guys Y/N could be seeing instead of being hung up on the one who kept breaking his own promises.

Not that a long time had passed since their break up, but Hobi didn’t see the point in waiting. He believed the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else.

“Yoongi?” She felt her face warm up. What did seeing someone these days even mean?

She’d gone on a few dates with him - she was right to tell Namjoon she was seeing someone else, right? Was she jumping the gun by telling him? Why should she care what Namjoon thought about who she was seeing? Was she seeing Yoongi?

She had lost herself in the sea of endless questions she hadn’t registered what Hobi had said.

“Hello?” he waved his hand in front of her face.

“It’s been a couple dates, Hobi,” she sighed, “He’s sweet,” her bottom lip was caught between her teeth - a nervous habit her best friend knew all too well.

He was sweet… and charming… and handsome - and overall, she liked him.

She wasn’t looking to meet anyone else right after the break up (no matter how much Hobi insisted), but things with Yoongi fell so naturally into her lap.

As if Yoongi could sense she was thinking about him, her phone started buzzing, his name glowing on her screen before she could hide it from Hobi.

“Answer it!” he whisper shouted as if she had already picked up the phone. “Hurry!”

She rolled her eyes at her friend, but did as he said and answered the phone. “Hi,” Her fingers pressed down on the volume button, turning it as low as she could to keep Hobi from overhearing. He caught on quick and gave her the biggest pout he’d given all day. She made a mental note to make up for it later.

Yoongi chuckled softly before greeting her with his own, “Hi,”

Y/N learned from her first date, that Yoongi liked phone calls. Sure, he texts when he needs to, but prefers how clear, concise, elaborate, comforting - phone calls can be. He said there were just certain things that could never be as well expressed through a text rather than a call.

“I didn’t catch you at a bad time, did I?” he drummed his fingers over the marble of his kitchen counter.

“No, I just got done with some work,” she was done for the day - whether the work was completed was another story.

“Come over.”

“To your place?” the butterflies in her stomach fluttered at the thought alone. She had yet to go over to his place. After the last date, she planned to. Her mind was set on going home with Yoongi.

The furthest they got was steaming up the inside of his car with her on his lap and heavy breathing.

All before the little voice (that sounded too much like Namjoon for her liking) was urging her to go home.

Yoongi could hear wheels turning in her head and he held back a laugh.

“I made dinner,” he said, smiling into his phone, “You haven’t tried my cooking yet and I’m honestly doing you a disservice if I make you wait any longer to try it,” he chuckled. “Come over while it’s still hot.”

She laughed, making Hobi raise his eyebrows at her as he tried to listen in on their conversation.

“If you insist, how can I say no?” It didn’t feel like they were still talking about his cooking.

“Texting you my address - I’ll see you here.” It wasn’t a question because he knew she would be making her way to his place.

Y/N rushed to get ready to meet Yoongi at his place - after kicking Hobi out for critiquing every outfit she tried on. She decided not to overthink it and wore her favorite pair of jeans and a cozy, off the shoulder sweater. So what if what she wore underneath was pretty and pink?

As much as she wanted to get over Namjoon - she also wanted to do this for herself. After weeks of feeling inadequate and questioning so much of her past relationship, she wanted to feel wanted. Apart from that, she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt for Yoongi.

She convinced herself it was purely surface level attraction, but deep down she knew there was more to it - she was just too scared to dig deeper.

Yoongi was different than Namjoon - he was comfortable in the silence that Namjoon often fought to fill with his thoughts. In the ways that Namjoon acted on impulse, Yoongi was deliberate - everything he did had a rhyme or reason whether he voiced it or not.

She didn’t know Yoongi long, but one thing she had picked up on was just how consistent and transparent he was. With Yoongi, it didn’t feel like mind games.

Yoongi smelled woodsy and fresh - like walking down by the river with autumn leaves falling from the trees on a crisp morning. It was as comforting as it was exciting. As she pulled away from the hug he greeted her with, her tummy flipped with nerves. She was glad he was dressed just as casual as she was. His black pants hung lowly on his hips, exposing a dark grey waistband, and of course a simple black long sleeve shirt. His hair, which was now brushing the nape of his neck, was pushed back away from his forehead, a few long loose strands framing his delicate features.

The initial awkwardness of being in his home for the first time quickly subsided as Yoongi brought her into his kitchen as he finished prepping their meal. Y/N’s eyes scanned what she could of his place. It was a lot cozier than she expected, but kept very clean with little touches of Yoongi throughout.

For example, she had clocked six guitar pins scattered across his coffee table, bookshelves, and piano. Of course his piano that he had facing the largest window in his living room had a guitar pick laying on top it - along with other knick knacks like a framed photo of him and his friends, music sheets, and a lighter.

“Can I help you with anything?” she offered, standing at the sink, rolling her sleeves up to wash her hands.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m just about done,” he brought the spoon out of the pan and dipped his index finger into the sauce that covered the spoon, brining it up to his lips to taste. She tried not to let her mind wander as he sucked his digit clean.

Yoongi washed his hands and grabbed a pair of wine glasses from his cupboard, closing the fridge door with his hip after getting an expensive bottle of wine out of it.

Their dinner date felt straight out of a rom com. Her cheeks were beginning to hurt from how much she was laughing. The sparks flew between them effortlessly.

She tried hard to keep him out of her thoughts while she was with Yoongi.

But even as she breathed in Yoongi’s scents… even as she tasted the wine off his tongue… even with his hands under her sweater, pawing at her breasts… she could hear Namjoon’s voice.

She shook her head as if she could shake away the thoughts. By now, Yoongi and her had made it to his living room. She sat on his lap, her fingers laced with his long hair, letting his hungry lips crash against hers.

Yoongi pulled away from her kiss, his eyes scanning her face. “What’s wrong?” his brows were furrowed deeply, slowly lowering his hands out of her sweater.

Her cheeks flamed hot with embarrassment. She wanted to grab his wrists and keep his hands touching her. She wanted him to make her forget. Her eyes prickled with tears she tried to blink back.

“Nothing!” she cursed herself for ruining the moment. She wanted this. Wanted Yoongi. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince herself as much as Yoongi.

He took her chin between his thumb and index, getting her to look at him. “You know we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing —”

“No! It’s not that!” she interrupted him.

He stayed quiet for a moment scanning her face. “You sure?” his thumb lightly grazed her lower lip.

Y/N nodded quietly, her hands finding a home in his hair. “I want you,” her lip jutted out further into a pout. She didn’t want to have to explain to him all the thoughts of Namjoon she carried in her heart.

“What do you want?” he pressed his thumb against her lips intentionally this time.

Yoongi watched the saliva that connected his thumb to her lips as she released him from her mouth. “Fuck,” he rasped, smearing the saliva over her lips, coating them in the glossy sheen. “So fucking pretty,”

His words made her stir in his lap, feeling the way his length hardened beneath her.

Y/N closed her eyes as she opened her lips to take his thumb into her mouth. She felt the weight of this digit against her tongue and she suckled on it gently. Yoongi’s other hand caressed her cheek, “Open your eyes,” Her eyes met his dark gaze and it made her suck on his thumb with more force. “Need you to tell me what you need from me, okay?”

“Want you…” she mumbled inching closer to kiss him. The friction her movement created made her gasp against his lips. “Want you to fuck me…” she exhaled into the kiss.

Yoongi chuckled against her lips as his hands roamed up and down her sides finding the hem of her sweater and pulling it up above her head. His eyes traveled down her now exposed collarbones and down to her breasts. The sight of her in her pretty pink bralette, swollen lips, and wide eyes, pleading him to fuck her was enough to drive him insane.

He knew just as well as she did that this was new. Neither of them had even brought up the ‘what are we’ conversation. For now - they were just Y/N and Yoongi.

“Yoongi,” she whined as the cool air made her shiver. He flashed her a quick smile and connected their lips again. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

He adjusted her until she was laying flat on his couch with her head propped on the arm rest. “This okay?” he asked as he rolled to hover above her, holding his weight by his arms that rested on either side of her.

Baby…

Y/N’s mind replayed every time Namjoon greeted her by taking her in his arms and mumbling the word against her lips. Every time he came back to her, with pleading eyes, and the word dripping with atonement.

Baby.

“Wait,” she sighed, shifting herself to sit up. Yoongi climbed off of her, taking the spot next to her on the couch. “I’m sorry… I can’t do this,” her bottom lip shook as she tried to stop herself from crying.

Concern flashed his face before he picked her sweater off and handed it to her, “Nothing to be sorry about,” his brows furrowed, “You okay?”

She nodded her head, quietly putting her top back on. “Yoongi,” her head hung low as she stared at her lap, “I wanted to so bad,” her voice quivered, flashing her eyes at him, “But I… can’t stop thinking about my ex,” she admitted, wanting the earth to swallow her whole.

It was humiliating enough to have to stop hooking up with one of the finest men she’d ever met but having to admit to him why just made her want to die.

Yoongi nodded slowly, the flush of his cheeks subsiding. “Is it bad that I’m relieved it’s not because of me?” he jokes trying to ease the tension between them.

“No! I promise it’s not you. It.. it’s me. It’s him.”

He held out a finger to shush her, “Hold that thought.” He walked into his kitchen while Y/N followed him with her gaze.

Yoongi joined her again by handing her a little dish of vanilla ice cream “Here,” he said, taking a spoonful of his own ice cream into his mouth. He sat down besides her, his leg folded beneath him as he faced her.

Y/N stared at him, her cheeks warm as she fought her racing thoughts.

“I like you,” he blurted out in the only way Yoongi knew to blurt things out - softly spoken and nonchalant with an underlying firmness that made you know he meant it with all his conviction.

“Before you say anything,” he continued, amusement in his eyes when he saw her face show her panic. Y/N had never been one to hide her emotions - her face always ended up giving her away.

“I’m not expecting more than whatever you want this to be,” he pinched his lower lip between his thumb and index finger as he thought out out his words, “I like you, but…” he patted her knee softly, “I know you still got someone else on your mind,” he offered her a half smile, “But… if you need a friend,” he shrugged easily, “I can be that too,”

“I’m sorry,” she looked down at her hands. She thought he must hate her for dragging him into her mess. Must hate her for setting up expectations she couldn’t even meet because her heart still longed for someone else.

“Y/N,” he shook his head laughing, “I mean it. Look at me,” he waited for her eyes to meet his. “I’m glad you told me when you did. I would have felt a lot shittier finding out afterwards.”

“It wasn’t fair to use you to try to get over him,” she finally admitted out loud. Both to herself and Yoongi.

“You don’t owe me an apology. I’m serious,” he frowned. “Tell me about him.”

She looked up at him, her heart beating louder. “He’s… I miss him,” she hung her head low, “I know I shouldn’t because he hurt me… and I was the one who didn’t want to give him another chance, but… we’re best friends.” her voice cracked as she spoke the last word. The silence that lingered heavy in the air between them. “I’m sorry. I know this wasn’t what you asked me to come over for. And I should really just get a grip,” she rambled mindlessly wanting to fill the space.

Yoongi shook his head, “Hey,” he surprised her when his arms found their way around her shoulders pulling her in under his arm. “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to make you upset,”

“No,” she shook her own head, “It’s not your fault. Like, I know we weren’t… perfect, but he can make me so happy and… I miss him,” she admitted again. Hearing her own voice say it out loud again made it really sink in.

She felt immensely guilty for many things. One of them being not hearing Namjoon out when he came to her that night. Maybe she had expected more than he could give her.

She closed her eyes wishing she could hit reset and be in a place when her and Namjoon were good. They weren’t always like this.

She half laughed through a sob, shaking her own head. “You’re a good guy. And I like you too - but you deserve someone who can give you what I can’t,” she sniffled, as he nodded, understanding where they stood with each other.

“Can I be honest?” he asked, setting his dish on the coffee table.

“Of course,” she nodded.

“I think you still love him.”

She didn’t say anything. Just nodded, avoiding Yoongi’s eyes.

“And you should talk to him.”

Her eyes snapped up at him. As scared as she was to give Namjoon another chance - the idea of living without him in her life felt scarier. Namjoon was the one person who could, with a brush of his fingers on her skin, could wash away her worries. He was the one who would make her sides hurt from laughter. The one who pictured growing old with. The one she loved.

“Not saying you gotta get back with him if that’s not in the cards,” he chuckled, “But… at least talk it out so you can know if you’re able to move on or not. Get the closure you need, I guess.”

—

Before Seokjin left he left strict instructions with Jimin on looking out for Namjoon. Jimin made sure to promise him he would threaten Namjoon with another visit from Seokjin if Namjoon didn’t get up the next morning for breakfast.

As happy as Jimin was that his roommate did in fact leave his room the next day, he was a little disappointed that they wouldn’t be having Seokjin over for breakfast.

Namjoon put on a brave face for Jimin - offering to take out the trash, tidying up the dishes and take out containers that had piled up in his bedroom, making his bed, and even cleaning the bathroom.

But if Namjoon was being honest, he was just trying to keep his mind occupied. He had spent the night scribbling away in his journal the million ways he wanted to talk to Y/N. Pages of apologies littered his brain. He needed to talk to her, but like Namjoon had been cursed with the pattern of overthinking and he wanted what he was going to say to be perfect. Even when Seokjin told him it didn’t need to be perfect - it needed to be honest.

Namjoon thought he was his most honest self when he had time to think about what the right thing to say was.

He was still thinking of how to approach his conversation with Y/N when he was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.

Y/N stood there, eyes wide, soft gasp leaving her lips as she looked up at him. After having been the one knocking on her door before, he was left speechless seeing her standing there.

“Y/N,” he breathed out her name.

She got goosebumps on her skin hearing his honeyed voice say her name. “Can I come in?”

Namjoon hurriedly got out of the door frame and invited her in. They took a seat at his dining table, the silence palatable between them.

“Y/N, I know -” he started before she held her hand up.

“Please let me say what I need to before I change my mind.”

Namjoon shut up and waited for her to speak. He felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. He wanted to reach over and touch her.

“Do you know what the most frustrating thing about you is?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer before she continued, “You’re the first person to lift those around you up. You’re supportive and caring, and see the good in people,” she smiled softly, “But you can’t seem to extend that to yourself all the time.”

Namjoon looked away. He knew he had a weak facade, he should have known she could see through it and know he wasn’t deserving.

“You deserve the good things. You deserve love.” His eyes met hers, cheeks warm from the realization that she seemed to know what he was thinking. Her words echoed in his mind. You deserve love. He wanted to believe it. He wanted to accept it. He had tried so hard to push it away thinking he wasn’t worth the fight - wasn’t worth the effort. Namjoon had been so blinded by his own insecurities he had failed to see the way that Y/N had been fighting for him.

Namjoon hadn’t noticed the tear the rolled down his face until Y/N reached over and wiped his cheek. He grabbed her wrist gently and kissed her knuckles, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry for all I put you through.”

“I missed you. A lot,” she confessed, gently taking her hand back.

“Why do I feel like there’s a ‘but’ coming?” he hoped his chuckle would mask how nervous he really was.

She sighed, her eyes intently looking into his. “I love you, Namjoon. As much as I tried to make myself hate you… I can’t. And…” she offered him a half smile, “I’m not quite ready to give up on us yet.”

Namjoon thought he was dreaming. He could hear the blood pumping in his ears. He knelt on the floor at her feet, taking her hands in his, “I promise I’ll make it up to you every day of my life, baby.”

Hearing that word fall from his lips again felt so right. It made her feel like she had finally made it back home.

She stood up, pulling him up with her. His arms found their way around her waist, “You don’t know how much you mean to me,” he leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. “I love you.”

Y/N took the opportunity to close the small gap between them and pressed her lips to his. Namjoon stumbled back a bit before regaining his footing. He held her close and savored the taste of her lips on his.

Out of breath, Y/N pulled away, her nose brushing against his, “We still gotta a lot to work on you know…” the corner of her lips twitched as she fought a smile.

“I know,” he whispered. “But I’m willing to do it,”

“Good,” she pushed his chest lightly until he was pressed against the wall.

She kissed him again with much for fervor than before. Her nerves were on fire as she chased his lips. Their lips molded against each others, quickly finding their rhythm as if no time had passed.

Namjoon took her hips and his hands and switched them around so she was caged between his broad frame and the wall. He caught her lips with hers again as he took her wrists in one of his hands and raised them above her head.

His lips met her wrists as he kissed them gently, making his way down her arm kissing every inch. “Wanna show you how much I missed you, baby…”

“Joon,” she whined, bucking her hips towards him.

His lips were now latched on her neck, kissing and nibbling on her skin enough to leave a mark behind. With her hands still in his he pulled her closer, leading her to his bedroom, never once breaking the kiss. He kicked the door shut before the stumbled on to his bed. He hovered above her. His broad shoulders trapping her below him. She grasped his biceps to pull herself up into a sitting position. Namjoon sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. His hands placed firmly on her sides, sliding into her shirt, feeling her soft skin against his finger tips. He pulled back when he felt her hands pulling at the hem of his shirt. He chuckled at her attempts and took her hint and discarded his shirt on the floor before reaching down to take off her top as well.

Y/N squirmed in his lap, feeling the tickling sensation along her ribcage. The friction of her weight pressing down on his hardening member was making Namjoon dizzy. He took one hand and cupped her chin, pulling her in closer for a kiss.

“I love you so much,” he mumbled against her lips as he felt her smile against his own.

She moved her hips as they kissed, growing antsier and antsier by the minute. She felt her arousal pooling in her panties and the feeling of Namjoon’s bulge pressing against her center wasn’t enough. She needed to feel him inside her again.

Y/N raised her hips and Namjoon helped her tug her shorts off along with her panties. His own pants quickly following. She sat back down on his lap, his hard length nestled between her glistening folds. She slowly moved up and down his length, teasing herself and him before he even entered her.

He dug his fingers into her hips, stopping her mid-track. “I can’t take anymore teasing.” he rasped. “I need to be inside you.”

Y/N leaned down to kiss him, pulling away with a bite to his lower lip.

She grabbed his cock at the base and began to jerk him in her palm a few times before aligning her entrance with it. His head opened her up and she slowly sank down on him. She hissed quietly at how the stretching ached.

“Fuck,” she cursed. He was not even all the way inside her pussy when she began to rock her hips, helping him ease into her.

“God, baby.” he choked out.

She missed this. She missed him.

Namjoon’s eyes fluttered shut feeling her warm wet wall pulsing around his cock. His large hands grasped at her hips, almost holding her still as she eased on to him. His blissed out expression made her want to keep him at her mercy like this forever.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her nails digging into his chest when his tip finally brushed against her cervix; she sat snugly on the entire stretch of his cock. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in an attempt to hold in her moaning.

“Let me hear you, Y/N,” hearing him say her name in such a desperate tone made her walls clench around him.

Namjoon gently started to guide her hips, but he wanted her to be in control. He wanted her to use him to make herself feel good.

The wet sounds that filled the room as she bounced down on his cock were enough to almost intoxicate Namjoon. Skin slapped together found a pace that worked for her.

Y/N could feel every inch, every vein, being hugged tightly by the walls of her dripping cunt.

“You’re so tight.” he growled, his hand smacked down on her ass when she began to pick up the pace.

She was way passed the point of forming coherent sentences; Y/N was rapidly chasing her orgasm to the tune of her moaning and whimpering.

“Keep going. C’mon, cum for me.” he bucked his hips up me meet the roll of her own.

His guiding words help send her over the edge. Her body convulsed and pulsed around his cock, edging him closer.

Y/N crumbled around him, cumming all over him. Watching the way her eyes rolled back and her chest bounced along with her was enough to make him’s throbbing member explode inside her.

He groaned out her name as he spilled himself into her pussy. Her grinding and bouncing became sloppier and sloppier until she came to an exhaustion, making her collapse on his chest when he slipped out of her.

He held against his chest, softly kissing the top of head, breathing in her smell. His long fingers lazily tracing patterns along her back.

Just when he though Y/N had fallen asleep listening to the way he heart beat slowly regained its normal speed, he felt her lips leaving tiny kisses on his chest. She nestled her chest between his pecs and left a wet trail of kisses.

“Y/N?” his hands raked low enough to squeeze her ass.

“Mhm?” she mumbled before turning the little kisses she left on his chest into a bite. She sank her teeth into his flesh teasingly, sucking a hickey between his collarbone and nipple.

They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. The bliss that Y/N felt being in Namjoon’s arms went far beyond any post-orgasm buzz.

But she was serious when she told Namjoon they still had a lot to work on. She knew she would have to burst the bubble the laid in for the moment.

She rolled off of him and under his covers, nestling herself under his arm. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around her.

“Joon,” she turned to face him. “This is the last time we can… end things and be… okay.” She watched his face carefully. She loved him with her entire being, but she knew her heart could only handle so much more pain. She was going out on a limb for him because she believed he would do the same for her.

“I love you so much, I… don’t think I could handle another heartbreak like before,” she let out a deep breath, “I want this to work, but… you have to talk to me, Joon.”

Namjoon searched for her hand underneath the blanket and squeezed it firmly. “I promise. I promise that was the last time I hurt you like that, baby. I need you to know that.” He sat up a bit, reaching for his nightstand and grabbing the small leather bound notebook that sat on top.

“I have something for you.” He handed her his journal and flipped to the page that started his written apologies. “They’re not perfect. I was actually working on these before you came,” he blushed. “Been trying to make it right. Wanted to tell you how sorry I was.”

He watched as her eyes scanned the pages, “I thought I was dreaming when I saw you at the door.”

“Do you trust me when I say I love you?” he spoke it so softly, his deep voice almost vibrating in the space between them.

Her eyes were glassy from reading his apologies. She made the choice to love Namjoon every single day - insecurities and all. She made the choice to make their relationship work. Through the words scribbled on his paper, she knew he felt the same way.

She nodded, tears spilling over.

“Don’t cry, baby,” he pulled her closer, wiping her tears away.

“I’m crying because I love you,” she laughed through the tears.

“Never wanna be the reason you cry anymore,” he pulled her on to his chest again and held her there. In that moment, he felt like he was holding his entire world in his arms.

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