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Can you writing a yandere au? I would like to request soft yandere with joon, when he overprotektif and possesif, fluff fluff~

Disclaimers: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together. I obviously don’t own Netflix, Converse, or BT21. Koya is BT21’s character, which belongs to Line Friends Corporation and BTS.

Hi kutie! So this is my first EVER attempt at yandere. I’ve read it, I’ve studied it, I’ve looked up multiple examples… so I hope I did the genre justice. It was way fun to write, I quite enjoyed it, especially with Namjoon. It was really interesting to explore the way he’s so level-headed on the outside, but maybe not so much on the inside 😅 Also, I split this into two parts, because I thought up this scenario and another one that went hand-in-hand. Look for part two soon! 💜

@kpopyandere, how did I do? 😳

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, yandere themes as in unhealthy obsession and possessiveness, swears, sexy Joon (yes, that’s a necessary warning).

Word Count: 2,690

Summary: A bit after moving to a new neighborhood, you happen to meet your sexy new neighbor completely by coincidence. Or was it?

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff) Part One

You stared, slack-jawed, at the sight in front of you. Through your window, across your front lawn, and over the sidewalk stood none other than an absolute sex god. His white tank clung to his sweaty body in all the right places, revealing just how toned he was, and the way his brown hair was styled in a perfectly messy quaff made you go weak in the knees. He bent down and stretched out a leg, causing his shorts to ride up and reveal thick, muscular thighs. Your mouth parted open as your soul nearly left you.

The steaming cup of coffee in your hands nearly slipped from your grasp as you watched him stretch out his other leg, then walk up the neighbor’s driveway. Wait, no. That couldn’t be…? You scrambled over to your bay window, kneeling on the bench. The guy pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. The sex god was… your new neighbor?

Right before he stepped inside the door, his dark eyes suddenly flicked your way. You yeeted yourself off the bench and pressed your back to the wall, hoping and praying he didn’t see you. After all, you weren’t some creeper. You just happened to be passing by your large, front room window and simply stopped to admire the view. 

It might have been your imagination, but you could’ve sworn your heard a chuckle before a door slammed. You crept back up to the window to find he had indeed gone inside, his door firmly shut.

What you didn’t know is that, against all your hopes and prayers, he had seen you. In fact, he’d been seeing you for a while. Kim Namjoon first noticed you the day you moved in. Boxes were all over the front drive, and you were directing the movers as best you could. He thought the way you ran your hands through your hair every time you started to get flustered was cute. Since then, he’d been keeping an eye on you.

Your every-day routine was pretty much the same. You’d get up, shower, then make a cup of coffee. You’d begin working in your office, which had a window that faced Namjoon’s house. Near midday, you’d go out for lunch and pick up another cup of coffee, which you’d stay and drink while continuing to work, or come back and drink while continuing to work. Namjoon preferred it when you came back home.

You ate dinner while working, then would finally call it quits and do one of three things: Binge Netflix,  play video games, or go for a swim in your backyard pool. The first time you emerged from the water, dripping wet, slicking your hair back, Namjoon knew he was in love. Now it was just a question of getting you to notice him.

He grew nervous in the few hours leading up to you seeing him for the first time. What if you woke up early that day? What if you chose to not sit in the bay window, staring out at the world as you drank your coffee? Namjoon could barely sleep from the anticipation. You, however, were dependable as usual. He couldn’t have timed it any more perfectly. The way your mouth fell open when he stopped in front of your house and stretched was exactly the reaction he was aiming for.

Now Namjoon needed to meet you. Talk to you. He knew the second you saw how much he cared for you, you’d fall in love with him too. He saw his chance two days later, when you decided to go for a swim rather than laze around. Despite the warm, humid evening, Namjoon went outside to shoot a few hoops, working up a good sweat as he repeatedly sprinted towards the basket, shot the ball, and caught it.

One time, he over-shot the ball, and it flew into your yard, landing in the pool. You yelped in surprise, quickly standing up as the orange sphere splashed down. “Sorry!” a voice called out. You wiped water out of your eyes and looked over to see your smokin’ hot neighbor peeking over the fence.

“It-It’s okay!” you spluttered, getting out of the pool and wrapping a towel around yourself. “I’ll throw it back!”

“No need!” His head disappeared, and you gasped as he suddenly vaulted over the fence. Oh god. He was shirtless. And sweaty. You swallowed hard as he ran a hand through his hair, looking like the most perfect of wet dreams. Wait, were you dreaming?

“I’ll take that,” he said, an easy smile spreading over his lips as he took the ball from your grasp.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. “I’ll, uh… I’ll be going now,” he said, jutting a thumb behind him.

“Wait!” Oh lord almighty. You couldn’t speak earlier, but the second you could, that was the only thing you could say?

He stopped and turned back towards you, eyebrows raised. “W-What’s your name?” you stuttered.

He smirked. “Kim Namjoon. And you are?”

“L/n Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you… Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

You lost your ability to form words once more. It was hard to think straight with his naked upper half glistening in the sunlight. Still, you couldn’t help sneaking little glances at his body and face, admiring just how handsome he was from up close.

Namjoon’s smirk grew. This is exactly the effect he hoped to have on you, and now he knew your name. He knew he’d be sleepless again tonight, murmuring your name over and over again, stretching out the syllables in different ways until he memorized it through and through… not to mention how good it sounded with the last name “Kim.”

“Thanks for letting me get my ball back,” Namjoon said.

“It’s no problem at all,” you replied, pressing the towel to your face to both warm and dry it.

Namjoon hesitated, wondering if he should continue. He didn’t want to ruin such a perfect moment, but at the same time, he wanted to prolong his time with you. “Listen,” he said, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I was thinking of grilling some hamburgers… Would you like to join me?”

You hesitated, and his heart sank. You, however, didn’t pause for the reasons he was imagining… you were pausing because you didn’t know how you’d be able to keep your hands off such temptation. You moved here for the quiet, to write in peace, not to get caught up in some heated, drama-filled thing with your neighbor. After your last so-called relationship, you’d had enough of that for a lifetime and then some. Plus, he was your neighbor. If things turned south, you’d have to either see him all the time or move again. Then again, the what-if’s were killing you. 

“You don’t have to,” Namjoon said, backtracking. “I just thought I’d offer since I ruined your pool time.”

“Oh, no, it’s not that,” you replied, quickly thinking. How much damage could sharing a meal really do? “I mean, a burger sounds great.”

He smiled, relieved. “Great. I just need to shower and change. Meet me over at mine in a half hour?”

“Sounds good,” you said, glad you’d have time to freshen up.

Those thirty minutes flew by in a whirlwind of stress. What to wear? Should you put on make-up? Would it be too much if you wore a dress instead of jeans?

“Fucking hell,” you thought, finally settling on a pair of jean shorts, a rose pink top, and your favorite pair of white Converse. You left your hair loose, tumbling around your face in waves, and you kept your make-up light. You were barbequing after all. It’s not like it was a date. Or was it?

Before you could stress yourself out any more, you forced yourself out the door and across the few meters to his front door. You timidly rang the doorbell, but he didn’t answer. Did he forget he invited you? You raised a fist to knock when Namjoon threw open the door, out of breath and tugging the hem of a white shirt down over his toned torso.

If you thought he looked good shirtless or in workout clothes, you had another thing coming. The collared white shirt he wore had sleeves that cut off just below his elbows, and the jeans he sported were held up by a black, leather belt paired with matching boots. The entire ensemble showed off a pleasantly sophisticated side of him that caused your stomach to flutter.

“Sorry,” he said breathlessly, gesturing for you to come inside. Truth was, Namjoon had been stressing just as much as you, perhaps even more so. Everything had to be perfect. He needed you to fall for him, no matter the cost.

“It’s okay,” you said, giving him a smile as you brushed by him. It was then that he caught it. Your scent. Namjoon thought it smelled familiar, but couldn’t put his finger on it. It was less flowery and more fruity. Whatever it was, he needed more of it. With your back turned, he closed his eyes and deeply inhaled, allowing you to overwhelm all of his senses.

“Wow,” you said, causing him to open his eyes. “Your place is… nice.”

Namjoon supposed it was. He hired a decorator back when he moved in, and they had done a pretty good job.

“Do you have any roommates?” you asked, facing him.

He shook his head. “Nope. Just me.”

“A big huge house all to yourself?”

He tossed you a sly smile. “Yep, it’s just me. I don’t… Well, I prefer peace and quiet when I come home.”

You smiled. “Same. I’m a writer. I absolutely need a tranquil atmosphere to do my thing.”

Ah, so that’s what you did on your computer all day. “A writer? Really? That’s so interesting,” Namjoon said. As you talked, he led the way to his backyard. It looked similar to yours, except his was bigger and had a slab of cement with a basketball hoop.

He produced a bottle of wine and poured you a glass. “Sit,” he said, smiling.

You did as he requested, sitting down on a patio chair sitting in the shade of his deck. “Are you sure I can’t help?” you asked.

“No, no, please. It’s the least I can do after chucking a basketball at you.”

“Probably for the best. I can’t cook worth shit. I just order take-out all the time.”

Namjoon found himself slightly taken aback by your colorful language. “Sorry,” you said, covering your mouth. “I just–”

“Don’t apologize,” he said, cutting you off. “If it makes you feel better, I can’t cook worth shit either. Well, except for burgers, that is.”

“Oh, thank god,” you said, laughing. Namjoon’s heart soared. He loved the sound of your laugh. If he could record it, he’d listen to it forever.

You took a sip of wine which helped to loosen your tongue. “So tell me, Namjoon,” you said. Oh god. He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue. Forget your laugh, he’d take a recording of that instead.

“What do you do for work?”

“Me? Oh, I code software. Last year, I developed my own app. You ever heard of one called Koya?”

You gasped. “Oh my god, I use that app all the time!”

Namjoon chuckled. “Well, then. Thank you for contributing to my paycheck.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Enough about me. You said you’re a writer… What do you write about?”

The conversation and wine continued to flow as Namjoon heated up the grill and cooked the hamburgers. They were just the way you liked, with melted cheese dripping from the patty and freshly cut vegetables loaded on top of it. The trick was trying not to make a huge mess as you devoured the burger in front of your new-found crush. Eventually, you gave up and just dug in. If he couldn’t deal with the way you ate, he wasn’t the man for you anyway.

Namjoon’s thoughts were to the contrary, actually. He couldn’t get enough of you. The way you cared too much then not at all. The way you took risks by asking him question after question and laughed at his jokes. But especially the way your hand lingered on his arm as you giggled.

You talked until the sun went down before heading back inside. “Well this has been great,” you said. As much as you wanted this night to last, you knew you were tipsy, and you didn’t want to mess this up before it had even begun.

“Wait,” Namjoon said. “I made dessert.”

“You did not.”

“I did.”

You sighed. “Kim Namjoon, it’s official. You are the perfect man.”

He chuckled, a tinge of pink appearing on his cheeks. This was too good to be true. He had tried so hard for you, and now it was all paying off. He brought out a batch of homemade brownies covered with chocolate fudge frosting.

“I thought you said you couldn’t cook,” you said accusingly, leaning over the counter.

“This isn’t cooking,” Namjoon retorted with a grin. “It’s baking.”

You scoffed, but smiled nonetheless, taking a bite out of the brownie he’d cut for you. A bit of frosting got on your cheek, and he reached out to wipe it off before he could stop himself. The tenderness with which he touched you shocked you, but it also made you feel things you didn’t think you were prepared to feel. You looked up at him, into those dark eyes, and he looked down at you, still caressing your cheek. So slowly, you almost didn’t realize what was happening, Namjoon leaned down towards you, his gaze locked on your lips.

You suddenly stood upright. “Uh, hey, thanks for everything,” you said hurriedly. “But it’s getting kinda late, and I should probably be getting home.”

Wait, no. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. “I’ll walk you home,” Namjoon offered.

“No!” Wow, you said that way too quickly. “I mean, no thanks. It’s only next door, I’ll be fine. Thank you for the meal and a great evening… I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Erm, sure.”

You scrambled out the door, tossing him a smile before shutting it behind you. That was close. Too close. Another minute there and you might just have succumbed to your emotions. The problem was, everything was moving too fast. You only met him today, after all. You didn’t want to end up in his bed and become just another convenient fuck buddy like you did with… Ugh, you couldn’t even say his name. That jerk who broke your heart.

Still, as you entered your home and pressed your back to the inside of your door, you realized you felt bad. The look on his face when you up and left seemed… disappointed. Angry, even. He had just made you a full-out meal, after all. The least you could do was let him walk you home, even if it did result in a kiss or something more. You put a hand to your forehead, suddenly exasperated with yourself. Would you get another chance after blowing him off like that?

Just next door, Namjoon found himself slipping. What the fuck had he done wrong? Why didn’t you stay? Why did you practically bolt out the door, intent on getting the fuck out of there? It didn’t make sense. Namjoon paced around his kitchen, grabbing onto his hair and breathing hard. Had he messed up? Would he ever get to interact with you again? The unanswered questions were driving him crazy. Fed up, Namjoon suddenly lashed out and threw a fist at the wall, punching clean through the dry-wall. He barely felt the sting as his knuckles started to bleed.

It was then and there that Namjoon decided he’d do anything to get you back. Anything. He’d do whatever he needed to make it up to you, to make things right. After all, you were his. You were his and there was nothing you could do about it.

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*Plays organ* Dun, dun, DUUUUUUUNNNN!!! 😂 Enjoy Part Two.

Becoming His (Part Two, Smut Version)

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together. 

Alright all you kuties, I know a lot of you have been waiting for this since… what has it been, 31, almost 32 hours since I’ve posted part one? Dang, it feels like longer lol. Time is weird in this isolation period.

Anyways, I know the original request asked for fluff only BUT (and I am so sorry 😟) I included a smut scene. The story called for it, and my fingers were typing, and it just happened. However, I have also written a smut-free version due to the fact that I know there are kuties who are fasting at this time who read my work. I posted that here. You can also find it on my MasterList.

Shoutouts to these sweet kuties:

@kpopyandere ​for being the best unnie account to encourage and motivate me ever, the biggest thank you 💜

@apurpledheart ​for your lovely comments, thank you 💜

@rowoons-noona ​for your sweet comment, thank you 💜

@illnevertrustmyselfagain ​for loving my writing and supporting me, thank you 💜

@clarkcling ​for being my second ever requester, and the first to reach out to me and tell me how much they like my work, thank you 💜

@kutieanon (anyone who’s sent me anything anonymously) for keeping me busy with requests and inspiring the hell outta me, thank you 💜

And so, without further ado, I present you with Part Two. Enjoy 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+ (I mean it! There is explicit SMUT in this part!)

Warnings: Swears, full-out smutty masturbation scene (so sorry again), SOMEONE coming in and being a total ASS, Joon being possessive af.

Word Count: 2,718

Summary: A bit after moving to a new neighborhood, you happen to meet your sexy new neighbor completely by coincidence. Or was it?

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff, Smut) Part Two

You didn’t see Namjoon after that day. You were hoping to catch him jogging, or shooting baskets in his backyard again, but he didn’t come outside. Or, if he did, he didn’t during the times you were out and about. You were hoping to apologize, at least. He didn’t have to give you another shot, but at night when your fantasies seemed more vivid, you imagined he was as eager as you were to smooth things over with a quick conversation and a long fuck.

Namjoon, however, saw you. He watched from partially closed blinds as you went about your routine, seemingly unbothered by the fact that you completely blew him off. Each night, he waited until you turned off your lights for the night, watching the clock slowly tick until exactly twenty minutes went by, then slipped outside. He quietly climbed the fence between your yards and sat beneath your window, trying to get as close to you as possible.

Namjoon wanted to make things right, he just couldn’t concoct a scenario that wouldn’t come off badly to you. After all, you already rejected him. What could he do to make you love him the way he loved you? He couldn’t force you… or could he? While he toyed with that idea, the best Namjoon could currently hope for was that you would coincidentally bump into him, realize what you were missing out on, and come back to him.

One night, you cracked your window to try and relieve some of the oppressing summer heat swarming your home before you went to bed. As soon as you closed your eyes, you imagined Namjoon, his upper half naked once more as you finally caught him jogging. “Hey!” you would say, waving at him from your front yard, your robe falling open to reveal your lace nightie.

He’d stop in front of you with that trademark smirk showing off his dimples, panting heavily, sweat running down his muscular back, and you’d both finally give in to your desires. Lips would crash together, and clothes would come off before you could even slam your front door behind you. You both were so eager to feel the other, you wouldn’t even be able to make it to the bedroom.

“Namjoon!” you gasped, sliding your fingers inside of yourself, imagining it was his cock instead.

Back in reality, Namjoon perked up when he heard you moaning his name. He didn’t realize your window was open, and at first it made him freeze with fear. Had you possibly heard him sneak into your backyard? But then, as you let out another moan, he felt his muscles relax as your voice completely consumed him. Almost unconsciously, Namjoon slid his hands underneath his athletic shorts, cupping himself. It was all he could do to not answer your moans with a groan of his own.

Your voice got louder and louder as you pleasured yourself, completely forgetting your window was open, and Namjoon pumped himself faster and faster, wanting to release at the same time you did. With a semi-muffled whiny scream, you cried out his name once more. “Oh god, oh god, Namjooooon!”

The real Namjoon silently dropped his mouth open, shakily panting as cum spurted out onto his hand. He made a huge mess in his shorts, but he didn’t care. Just hearing your sweet voice calling out his name made him hard. He just wished he was actually in your bedroom with you, actually stuffing you full with his thick cock, actually feeling you clench around him as you screamed his name. It was all he could do not to go around to the front of your house and knock on your door. But it was the middle of the night, and you weren’t supposed to know he was there.

Still, Namjoon needed a plan, and fast. Not being able to be near you was becoming too much to bear. The next day, as he lounged on his couch staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with some way to get you to talk to him again. He could follow you to the grocery store, bump into you there? No, too obvious. He also didn’t want to try something he already tried, knowing he’d just come off as pathetic.

A knock on his door made him sit up straight. Who could that be? He opened the door to see you there, of all people. “Hey,” you said, giving him a tentative smile.

“Hey.”

“I just came to give you this,” you said, handing him a piece of paper. It was a flyer for… a neighborhood party? At your place?

“I just wanted to get to know everyone on the block,” you explained. It was lame, you knew that, but you needed an excuse to see him and talk to him and this was the best you could come up with. You figured a party with other people around would ease some of the pressure, and maybe you would find a chance to apologize.

Namjoon smiled, showing off his signature dimples and making your stomach flip over itself. “Wow, this sounds great, Y/n.”

Ugh, you loved the way he said your name. If you could take a recording of just that sound, you’d listen to it for the rest of your life.

“Great, so I’ll see you there?” you said hopefully.

His dark eyes bore into you with a gaze so intense you just had to glance away. “Of course you will,” he said. The words dripped from his lips like honey, and although they had no sensual connotation whatsoever, they awoke something in your middle that went straight to your core.  Namjoon bit his lip, slowly releasing it from between his teeth, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure even as your panties grew damp.

“Awesome, well, I’ll see you Friday,” you muttered before turning away and stumbling across his lawn back to your safe haven.

Namjoon’s smirk didn’t diminish even after you ran away once more. This time, though, he knew you weren’t running because you were rejecting him… you were running because you were holding yourself back. Namjoon had no idea why, but he didn’t care. He would break you.

Friday arrived, and you made yourself stay busy in order to keep your thoughts away from Namjoon. It worked for a while, but then he began drifting into your mind as you started getting ready and setting up. Would he like the catered sandwiches you ordered? Would he appreciate the short-yet-sensible polka-dot dress you spent hours shopping for?

Finally, 5:30 arrived, and the first set of neighbors showed up. It was the elderly couple who lived around the corner. You welcomed them in and thought it was so sweet when they told you they brought a salad to share.

You whipped open the door each time the doorbell rang, your hopes soaring then falling when you realized it wasn’t him. The family with three little ones came, the young just-married couple came, and even the three rowdy college boys who lived behind you came. Free food could really draw in a crowd, but still, he didn’t show up.

An hour later, you nearly gave up on the thought of seeing him. You guessed you imagined the electric attraction between the two of you. Either way, you were majorly disappointed. You were setting dishes in the sink when you heard a voice behind you. “Hey there.”

You spun, nearly dropping the glass you were holding. “Namjoon!” you gasped.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he chuckled, holding his hands up. “I knew you’d probably be busy and just let myself in. Hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

It definitely was if he was walking around looking like that. He sported a light blue collared shirt, casually unbuttoned low enough to show off some chest, and dark trousers. He looked like he just got back from the office, pulled off his tie, and came over. Your fingers twitched, wishing it was you who pulled off that tie.

He stepped towards you, getting so close you could smell his cologne. It was so light, you wouldn’t know he was wearing it unless you were in tight proximity… just like now. You cleared your throat and moved away, but he moved with you as if chasing you. “Y/n,” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Y-Yes Namjoon?”

You backed up all the way to the counter, gasping as you felt the edge of it press into your skin. Just then, your neighbor Sunhee, the mother of the three kids currently screaming and running around your backyard, popped her head into the kitchen. “Oh, hello Mr. Kim,” she said brightly. “Y/n, I was just coming in here to see if you needed any help.”

“Oh, that would be great, thanks.”

The rest of the party went without a hitch, and you found yourself bright and cheery as you talked with and got to know your new neighbors. Everyone was so damn nice, but secretly, you were anticipating the moment they would all leave you alone with the one person you actually wanted to be with. As the evening wore on, people began to make their good-byes, thanking you for such a great time. “We really need to do this more often,” Sunhee said, hugging you tight. “It’s so good to see everyone.”

“Agreed,” you said, hugging her back.

Over her shoulder, you saw a familiar figure open and close your door, and your heart completely stopped. He brushed his long, dark hair out of his eyes and looked around, smirking when his eyes finally found yours. Your legs turned to jelly as that smirk crashed into you. Damn. Even after all this time, he still affected you, no matter how much you tried to shove it down.

You thanked Sunhee for coming one last time and made sure everyone else was out before stopping that asshole in his tracks. “What are you doing here, Jungkook?” you muttered, placing a hand on his chest.

“What do you mean?” he asked, poking his tongue between his teeth and quickly withdrawing it. “I came to see you.”

“Yeah, right,” you snapped. “You have no right, coming in here like you own the place.”

“I might not own this place, but I own you,” he said, his cocky tone setting your teeth on edge.

“No you don’t.”

He stepped close, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure about that?”

You shoved him backwards. “Get out.”

The corners of his perfect, pink mouth turned up in a menacing smirk. “No.”

“I thought I made myself clear,” you hissed. “I’m no longer going to be your fuck-buddy, Jungkook. I wanted something more, but you made it clear you didn’t.”

“I don’t recall saying anything of the sort.”

You scoffed. “You didn’t have to use words. Finding you in bed with another girl the day after you told me you had feelings for me was plenty.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Please. We weren’t exclusive.”

“Maybe not, but you don’t just go and fuck another girl right after telling another you care for them!”

“Everything okay, Y/n?” a voice asked. You turned to see Namjoon standing there, his chin raised as he defiantly stared Jungkook down, large hands shoved in his pockets.

Jungkook scoffed. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? Look at you, the complete hypocrite. We’re apart for less than a month, and you already have another boy toy.”

“He’s nothing of the sort,” you muttered, folding your arms and turning away from him. “I said I didn’t want you here. Now please leave.”

“No chance in hell,” he growled. “I came back here to see you, and I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”

Something inside of you snapped. “Which is what?! Another booty call?! I said I was done with you, Jungkook, so either get the fuck out or I’ll call the police.”

Jungkook started towards you, but before you could react, Namjoon stepped in front of him. “She said leave,” he said. His eyes flashed with a dark anger that turned the tension from smoldering ash up to a roaring flame. You took a step back, suddenly afraid. You had never seen this side of him before.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Jungkook snarled, attempting to push Namjoon out of the way.

“Actually, it does,” Namjoon growled. “She’s mine.”

“She just said–”

“And I’m saying she’s mine.”

Rage roiled off Namjoon in tidal waves, threatening to break everything that stood in his way. Jungkook snorted. “Unbelievable,” he muttered.

“Call me when you’re ready to be fucked properly again, bitch,” he spat at you as he turned and walked out the door.

Your legs gave out underneath you, and you sank to the floor. This was definitely not how you wanted tonight to go. Namjoon instantly came to you, concern written all over his face. “Are you alright?” he asked, gently reaching out.

“Don’t touch me!” you snapped. “What the hell was that? Why did you say I was yours?”

Namjoon drew back, shocked. “What?”

“That phrase you kept saying. ‘She’s mine.’ Why would you say that?”

“Well, because… because…”

“Because what?!”

“Because I care about you, Y/n!”

You stared at Namjoon, searching for any signs of untruthfulness or deceit that you had commonly found in Jungkook’s eyes, but there was nothing but pure sincerity in his eyes. Breathing hard, you stood up from the floor, still trembling from the confrontation. Namjoon reached out to help you, but withdrew his hands quickly.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, your tone more gentle now.

You tentatively placed your hands on his chest, fingers lightly stroking the collar of his shirt. “I… I care about you too,” you whispered.

Relief flooded through Namjoon, putting out the roaring fire of anger he felt earlier. He stepped close enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne again, enticing the rest of your senses to dive in. He was only centimeters away, close enough to feel the heat radiating between his body and yours, but not close enough to feel the hard, broad muscles of his shoulders. You looked up into his eyes, his pupils blowing wide as you studied each other, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After longing after each other for so long, you thought he wouldn’t wait a single second to be with you, but it turns out you were both vulnerable, both afraid of messing this up, so you took it slow. Each small movement drew you closer together, no matter how minute. The way his eyes roamed your face. The way you slowly slid your hands up to rest on his shoulders. The way his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours.

Finally, as if on cue, you both lunged towards each other, crashing your lips together to meld into one, perfect kiss. It stayed sweet and innocent for longer than you would’ve liked, with Namjoon being careful to keep his tongue inside his own mouth no matter how much he was yearning to taste you. You separated from each other, both breathless, and Namjoon continued peppering kisses down your cheek to your jaw. You sighed and tightened your grip on him. “Say you’re mine,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes. “Wh-What?”

“Say you’ll be mine.” He drew back and smiled, nothing but sincere tenderness in his eyes.

“Are… Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” you whispered.

He hesitated, then nodded. Your mouth parted open. No, this was too quick. Much too fast. You barely knew the guy, hadn’t even been on a date with him yet, and yet here he was, asking for the commitment you’d been craving.

His gaze grew apprehensive as he waited for your answer, but you continued looking into those dark, beautiful eyes. He felt so warm on top of you. You liked him, there was no doubt about that, and the spark of attraction was definitely there. Fuck it, what did you have to lose? You wanted to become his.

“Okay,” you murmured.

“What?”

“Okay. Yes. I’ll be yours.”

Namjoon let out a relieved sigh. “Really?”

“Really.”

If only you knew just what you had agreed to.

Becoming His (Part Two, Smut-Free Version)

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together. 

This is the smut-free version of Becoming His Part Two. Enjoy 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Swears, kissing, SOMEONE coming in and being a total ASS, Joon being possessive af.

Word Count: 2,495

Summary: A bit after moving to a new neighborhood, you happen to meet your sexy new neighbor completely by coincidence. Or was it?

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Angst, Fluff) Part Two

You didn’t see Namjoon after that day. You were hoping to catch him jogging, or shooting baskets in his backyard again, but he didn’t come outside. Or, if he did, he didn’t during the times you were out and about. You were hoping to apologize, at least. He didn’t have to give you another shot, but at night when your fantasies seemed more vivid, you imagined he was as eager as you were to smooth things over with a quick conversation and a long fuck.

Namjoon, however, saw you. He watched from partially closed blinds as you went about your routine, seemingly unbothered by the fact that you completely blew him off. Each night, he waited until you turned off your lights for the night, watching the clock slowly tick until exactly twenty minutes went by, then slipped outside. He quietly climbed the fence between your yards and sat beneath your window, trying to get as close to you as possible.

Namjoon wanted to make things right, he just couldn’t concoct a scenario that wouldn’t come off badly to you. After all, you already rejected him. What could he do to make you love him the way he loved you? He couldn’t force you… or could he? While he toyed with that idea, the best Namjoon could currently hope for was that you would coincidentally bump into him, realize what you were missing out on, and come back to him.

One night, you cracked your window to try and relieve some of the oppressing summer heat swarming your home before you went to bed. As you slept, you dreamt of him, holding you, kissing you, loving you. “Namjoon,” you murmured, still totally asleep.

Back in reality, Namjoon perked up when he heard you say his name. He didn’t realize your window was open, and at first it made him freeze with fear. Had you possibly seen or heard him sneak into your backyard?

He stood, making as little movement as possible, and peeked into your window. Your eyes were closed, and he could hear soft snores coming from you. Were you… dreaming about him? Namjoon smiled at the thought. So you did want him, you did care about him, and you would love him. It was all he could do not to go around to the front of your house and knock on your door. But it was the middle of the night, and you weren’t supposed to know he was there.

Still, Namjoon needed a plan, and fast. Not being able to be near you was becoming too much to bear. The next day, as he lounged on his couch staring at the ceiling, trying to come up with some way to get you to talk to him again. He could follow you to the grocery store, bump into you there? No, too obvious. He also didn’t want to try something he already tried, knowing he’d just come off as pathetic.

A knock on his door made him sit up straight. Who could that be? He opened the door to see you there, of all people. “Hey,” you said, giving him a tentative smile.

“Hey.”

“I just came to give you this,” you said, handing him a piece of paper. It was a flyer for… a neighborhood party? At your place?

“I just wanted to get to know everyone on the block,” you explained. It was lame, you knew that, but you needed an excuse to see him and talk to him and this was the best you could come up with. You figured a party with other people around would ease some of the pressure, and maybe you would find a chance to apologize.

Namjoon smiled, showing off his signature dimples and making your stomach flip over itself. “Wow, this sounds great, Y/n.”

Ugh, you loved the way he said your name. If you could take a recording of just that sound, you’d listen to it for the rest of your life.

“Great, so I’ll see you there?” you said hopefully.

His dark eyes bore into you with a gaze so intense you just had to glance away. “Of course you will,” he said. The words dripped from his lips like honey, and although they had no sensual connotation whatsoever, they awoke something in your middle that went straight to your core.  Namjoon bit his lip, slowly releasing it from between his teeth, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure even as your panties grew damp.

“Awesome, well, I’ll see you Friday,” you muttered before turning away and stumbling across his lawn back to your safe haven.

Namjoon’s smirk didn’t diminish, even after you ran away once more. This time, though, he knew you weren’t running because you were rejecting him… you were running because you were holding yourself back. Namjoon had no idea why, but he didn’t care. He would break you.

Friday arrived, and you made yourself stay busy in order to keep your thoughts away from Namjoon. It worked for a while, but then he began drifting into your mind as you started getting ready and setting up. Would he like the catered sandwiches you ordered? Would he appreciate the short-yet-sensible polka-dot dress you spent hours shopping for?

Finally, 5:30 arrived, and the first set of neighbors showed up. It was the elderly couple who lived around the corner. You welcomed them in and thought it was so sweet when they told you they brought a salad to share.

You whipped open the door each time the doorbell rang, your hopes soaring then falling when you realized it wasn’t him. The family with three little ones came, the young just-married couple came, and even the three rowdy college boys who lived behind you came. Free food could really draw in a crowd, but still, he didn’t show up.

An hour later, you nearly gave up on the thought of seeing him. You guessed you imagined the electric attraction between the two of you. Either way, you were majorly disappointed. You were setting dishes in the sink when you heard a voice behind you. “Hey there.”

You spun, nearly dropping the glass you were holding. “Namjoon!” you gasped.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” he chuckled, holding his hands up. “I knew you’d probably be busy and just let myself in. Hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

It definitely was if he was walking around looking like that. He sported a light blue collared shirt, casually unbuttoned low enough to show off some chest, and dark trousers. He looked like he just got back from the office, pulled off his tie, and came over. Your fingers twitched, wishing it was you who pulled off that tie.

He stepped towards you, getting so close you could smell his cologne. It was so light, you wouldn’t know he was wearing it unless you were in tight proximity… just like now. You cleared your throat and moved away, but he moved with you as if chasing you. “Y/n,” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Y-Yes Namjoon?”

You backed up all the way to the counter, gasping as you felt the edge of it press into your skin. Just then, your neighbor Sunhee, the mother of the three kids currently screaming and running around your backyard, popped her head into the kitchen. “Oh, hello Mr. Kim,” she said brightly. “Y/n, I was just coming in here to see if you needed any help.”

“Oh, that would be great, thanks.”

The rest of the party went without a hitch, and you found yourself bright and cheery as you talked with and got to know your new neighbors. Everyone was so damn nice, but secretly, you were anticipating the moment they would all leave you alone with the one person you actually wanted to be with. As the evening wore on, people began to make their good-byes, thanking you for such a great time. “We really need to do this more often,” Sunhee said, hugging you tight. “It’s so good to see everyone.”

“Agreed,” you said, hugging her back.

Over her shoulder, you saw a familiar figure open and close your door, and your heart completely stopped. He brushed his long, dark hair out of his eyes and looked around, smirking when his eyes finally found yours. Your legs turned to jelly as that smirk crashed into you. Damn. Even after all this time, he still affected you, no matter how much you tried to shove it down.

You thanked Sunhee for coming one last time and made sure everyone else was out before stopping that asshole in his tracks. “What are you doing here, Jungkook?” you muttered, placing a hand on his chest.

“What do you mean?” he asked, poking his tongue between his teeth and quickly withdrawing it. “I came to see you.”

“Yeah, right,” you snapped. “You have no right, coming in here like you own the place.”

“I might not own this place, but I own you,” he said, his cocky tone setting your teeth on edge.

“No you don’t.”

He stepped close, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure about that?”

You shoved him backwards. “Get out.”

The corners of his perfect, pink mouth turned up in a menacing smirk. “No.”

“I thought I made myself clear,” you hissed. “I’m no longer going to be your fuck-buddy, Jungkook. I wanted something more, but you made it clear you didn’t.”

“I don’t recall saying anything of the sort.”

You scoffed. “You didn’t have to use words. Finding you in bed with another girl the day after you told me you had feelings for me was plenty.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Please. We weren’t exclusive.”

“Maybe not, but you don’t just go and fuck another girl right after telling another you care for them!”

“Everything okay, Y/n?” a voice asked. You turned to see Namjoon standing there, his chin raised as he defiantly stared Jungkook down, large hands shoved in his pockets.

Jungkook scoffed. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? Look at you, the complete hypocrite. We’re apart for less than a month, and you already have another boy toy.”

“He’s nothing of the sort,” you muttered, folding your arms and turning away from him. “I said I didn’t want you here. Now please leave.”

“No chance in hell,” he growled. “I came back here to see you, and I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”

Something inside of you snapped. “Which is what?! Another booty call?! I said I was done with you, Jungkook, so either get the fuck out or I’ll call the police.”

Jungkook started towards you, but before you could react, Namjoon stepped in front of him. “She said leave,” he said. His eyes flashed with a dark anger that turned the tension from smoldering ash up to a roaring flame. You took a step back, suddenly afraid. You had never seen this side of him before.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Jungkook snarled, attempting to push Namjoon out of the way.

“Actually, it does,” Namjoon growled. “She’s mine.”

“She just said–”

“And I’m saying she’s mine.”

Rage roiled off Namjoon in tidal waves, threatening to break everything that stood in his way. Jungkook snorted. “Unbelievable,” he muttered.

“Call me when you’re ready to be fucked properly again, bitch,” he spat at you as he turned and walked out the door.

Your legs gave out underneath you, and you sank to the floor. This was definitely not how you wanted tonight to go. Namjoon instantly came to you, concern written all over his face. “Are you alright?” he asked, gently reaching out.

“Don’t touch me!” you snapped. “What the hell was that? Why did you say I was yours?”

Namjoon drew back, shocked. “What?”

“That phrase you kept saying. ‘She’s mine.’ Why would you say that?”

“Well, because… because…”

“Because what?!”

“Because I care about you, Y/n!”

You stared at Namjoon, searching for any signs of untruthfulness or deceit that you had commonly found in Jungkook’s eyes, but there was nothing but pure sincerity in his eyes. Breathing hard, you stood up from the floor, still trembling from the confrontation. Namjoon reached out to help you, but withdrew his hands quickly.

“No, it’s okay,” you said, your tone more gentle now.

You tentatively placed your hands on his chest, fingers lightly stroking the collar of his shirt. “I… I care about you too,” you whispered.

Relief flooded through Namjoon, putting out the roaring fire of anger he felt earlier. He stepped close enough for you to catch a whiff of his cologne again, enticing the rest of your senses to dive in. He was only centimeters away, close enough to feel the heat radiating between his body and yours, but not close enough to feel the hard, broad muscles of his shoulders. You looked up into his eyes, his pupils blowing wide as you studied each other, waiting for someone to make the next move.

After longing after each other for so long, you thought he wouldn’t wait a single second to be with you, but it turns out you were both vulnerable, both afraid of messing this up, so you took it slow. Each small movement drew you closer together, no matter how minute. The way his eyes roamed your face. The way you slowly slid your hands up to rest on his shoulders. The way his lips hovered tantalizingly over yours.

Finally, as if on cue, you both lunged towards each other, crashing your lips together to meld into one, perfect kiss. It stayed sweet and innocent for longer than you would’ve liked, with Namjoon being careful to keep his tongue inside his own mouth no matter how much he was yearning to taste you. You separated from each other, both breathless, and Namjoon continued peppering kisses down your cheek to your jaw. You sighed and tightened your grip on him. “Say you’re mine,” he murmured.

You opened your eyes. “Wh-What?”

“Say you’ll be mine.” He drew back and smiled, nothing but sincere tenderness in his eyes.

“Are… Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” you whispered.

He hesitated, then nodded. Your mouth parted open. No, this was too quick. Much too fast. You barely knew the guy, hadn’t even been on a date with him yet, and yet here he was, asking for the commitment you’d been craving.

His gaze grew apprehensive as he waited for your answer, but you continued looking into those dark, beautiful eyes. He felt so warm on top of you. You liked him, there was no doubt about that, and the spark of attraction was definitely there. Fuck it, what did you have to lose? You wanted to become his.

“Okay,” you murmured.

“What?”

“Okay. Yes. I’ll be yours.”

Namjoon let out a relieved sigh. “Really?”

“Really.”

If only you knew just what you had agreed to.

Hello sweetheart, I just read namjoon drabble and I like it. But I'm sorry I can't read smut bcs I'm fasting rn :( can you do a part 2 just with fluff? I'm sorry I talk too much but I love you!!

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This is how quickly I turned around on that smut idea when you told me you were fasting, kutie anon. Alright my love, fluff you shall have!! Enjoy 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Fluffy, fluffy fluff. Swears. Such kuteness!

Word Count: 514

Summary: Namjoon makes it up to you and then some after being late to date night, but are all your problems resolved?

“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.” ~ Charles Bukowski

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Red Flame (Namjoon Drabble, Fluff) Part Two 

Something warm and heavy slung over you, and you grunted. “What the… what’s happening…?”

You half-opened your eyes to see your bedroom with bright light streaming through the crack in the curtains. Looking down, you saw an arm slung over your waist and memories of last night came flooding in… The playful teasings, the sighs that turned into screams, and no less than three times of obtaining the ultimate pleasure. Namjoon was something else.

“Baby?” he murmured, his voice husky from non-use.

You hummed in response and turned over, cuddling up to his chest as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. As you began to form coherent thoughts, you remembered not only the amazing time you had, but also how angry you were. He promised he would do better next time, but you weren’t so sure. After all, he made similar promises before.

A week later, you decided to put Namjoon to the test once more. “We haven’t had much time alone lately,” you said over breakfast.

Joon merely hummed in response, looking around for his keys.

“I was thinking maybe we could go out one night… or maybe, stay in?”

Catching the way your voice went up as your tone grew hopeful, Namjoon looked at you, realizing what you wanted. “Date night?” he said, sitting back down and grabbing one of your hands in his.

You smiled. “Date night.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

As the day descended into evening, you took extra care in getting ready. You put on a light blue wrap-around dress that had cute ruffles and tied in the front with a bow, pairing it with some white flats, and wavy curls. Finally, tonight was the night.

At precisely 6:55, you heard a honk outside. “What the hell?” you thought, peeking outside. Joon’s car was there. He was… early?

You went outside and opened the passenger door, revealing Namjoon dressed in a scrumptious collared black shirt and slacks. His hair was freshly combed, and silver glinted in his ears, making you go weak in the knees. You could hardly believe he was all yours.

The date couldn’t be any more perfect. He took you to a beautiful-yet-casual restaurant, a movie, and finally ended the night presenting you with a rose as the car stopped at a stoplight. “I hope,” Namoon said, looking at you tenderly. “That tonight more than proves that you are my number one priority.”

You blushed, glee spreading from the tip-top of your head down to your toes. “It does. Thank you, Joon.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You knew this was far from the last bump in the road of your relationship, though. There would be many times where he would be gone, or wouldn’t be able to devote more than a few minutes to you. However, you knew you would always be in his mind, and more importantly, his heart. After all, he was your soulmate, and your love was forged in the most furious of fire, making it both strong and durable. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Becoming His (Part Three)

Disclaimer(s): The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them and put them together.

A Note From Kutemouse: Here we are, part three! This was inspired by all of the working from home vibes that have surrounded me since lock-down started. Hope you like, thanks to everyone who has read this and liked it so far. You all are amazing! 💜💜💜

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Age Recommendation: 18+ (Def not one for youngsters, folks!)

Genre: Yandere Namjoon, Smut, Fluff, Neighbor AU, Computer Genius Namjoon AU

Warnings: All the f*cking warnings, okay? This filth is ridiculous. We’re talking SWEARS, all the unhealthy, obsessive yandere themes we know and love, explicit smut x twelve thousand including masturbation, sexual frustration, denial of sexual acts, grinding, exhibitionism (kind of, if you squint), lingerie, oral (m. and f. receiving), face-fucking, tongue-fucking, and hot penetrative sex. Like I said, absolute filth.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH THE FOLLOWING.🚨

There is NON-CON in this part, okay?? Non-con as in Y/n is not completely comfortable with what happens, and in fact, she tells Namjoon to explicitly stop… and he doesn’t.

I want to be absolutely crystal clear. This story does NOT depict Namjoon in real life in any way, shape, or form. What his fictional self does is disgusting and horrific, and is meant to be viewed as such. That kind of behavior, which unfortunately does happen irl, should NOT be tolerated. I don’t tolerate it at all. By putting such a scene in my work, I am demonstrating how ugly Namjoon’s character really is, and how his psyche is beginning to unravel. That is all. There are no other intentions behind that scene.

I’mma say it louder for the people in the back. NON-CON IS NEVER OKAY. It’s not even okay in this fictional world I’ve built. Got it? Good.

Please don’t read if you are not comfortable. Your happiness and well-being, kutie, come first.

Word Count: 6k (almost exactly, wow)

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Becoming His (Namjoon One-Shot, Yandere, Smut, Angsty Fluff) Part Three

It had been exactly fourteen days since you officially became Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend, and you were loving every second of it. Well, nearly every second. You had thought that, with the promise of commitment out of the way, Namjoon would be open to intimacy, but instead, he insisted on taking things as slow as slow could be. Which you thought was ridiculous, because every other part of your relationship felt like it was put on mega fast forward.

The very night after you agreed to be his to be his, you went on a date. Namjoon took you to a fantastic restaurant with white tablecloths, impeccably dressed waiters, crystal chandeliers, the works. It couldn’t have been more perfect. He didn’t take his eyes off you the entire night, and although you were apprehensive and maybe a tad regretful about becoming his girlfriend so quickly, you found your doubts melting away when you realized… he was way into you. And you were way into him.

Once you got past your reservations, you found yourself ready to take things to the next level, especially when it came time to go home. You and Namjoon stood on your porch facing each other, but before the moment could get too awkward, he reached out and wrapped his arms around your waist. You, in turn, wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep into your eyes. You didn’t think you could get enough of his eyes. The way they looked brown in the light but nearly black in the shadows reminded you of volcanic stone formed from hardened lava. You had seen those eyes light up in a glow of happiness and a blaze of anger, but now, you were ready to see them light up in a roaring wildfire of lust.

Namjoon pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. His tongue stayed firmly in his own mouth despite every fiber of his being screaming to taste you.

But he couldn’t. Not now.

With your scent invading his nose, your body pressed against his, and your lips touching, he was practically cumming in his pants already. And he was pretty damn sure you wouldn’t appreciate such an early release.

With a groan, Namjoon pressed his palms into your hips and pushed you gently backward. You frowned in confusion, wondering why he wasn’t taking things further. “Tonight was absolutely amazing,” he murmured, smiling down at you.

He was saying goodbye? Already?

“Are you s-sure you don’t want to come inside for a nightcap?” you stuttered.

Namjoon’s smile grew, showing off those sexy dimples, as he cupped your face in both of his large hands and kissed your forehead. “Not tonight, jagiya. Maybe next time.”

Disappointment flowed through you, unpleasantly cooling the heat building inside your middle. “Are you sure?”

He raised your face a little and pressed his lips briefly to yours once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? I’ll text you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

You were so obvious it hurt. Clearly, you wanted more, but Namjoon wasn’t prepared to give it to you just yet. He wanted your first time with him to be absolutely perfect.

As soon as your door shut, he strode towards his own house, restraining himself from breaking into a full-on sprint. He fumbled with his keys, pushed the door open as soon as it was unlocked, and slammed it shut behind him. He leaned against the wood, head thrown back, eyes closed, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out over his forehead. Quickly unbuckling his belt and yanking down his zipper, Namjoon finally freed his hard, dripping cock from the confines of his trousers. He groaned as air collided with his netherregions, his balls tightening as he fisted himself and started pumping at a rapid pace.

Namjoon thought of you, your eyes staring up into his, practically begging him to fuck you, and the way your scent drifted across his senses every time you got close. He thought of your body aligning with his, your breasts pressing unconsciously into his torso, arousing him into a state of uncontrollable ecstasy. He thought of the way you said his name, moaned his name, and suddenly, his orgasm was upon him.

White ropes of cum spurted from the head of his dick, and he grunted loudly, mouth dropping open in surprise. He let out a few more stuttering grunts as he came down from his high, chest heaving.

If this was the effect you had on him now with just a couple of fully-clothed kisses, he could hardly imagine the effect you would have once he actually got you naked. That’s why it couldn’t happen quite yet. Namjoon had to make sure he was in full control first.

Meanwhile, back at your place, you also leaned against the back of your door, but your emotional and physical state of mind differed greatly from Namjoon’s. Your lips were contorted in a pout, and your mind was jumbled with questions. What had you done wrong? Did he not see you that way? Great. You went from a relationship where there was nothing but physical attraction to one where there was everything but physical attraction. Why couldn’t you have both physical and emotional chemistry with a guy? Was that honestly too much for the universe to provide?

You supposed so.

Thirteen days later, you still hadn’t succeeded in shagging your gorgeous boyfriend. You had, however, grown fairly comfortable around him. Namjoon had given you a key to his house, which both surprised the hell out of you and made you want to jump for joy, so you were often over there when he was home. Namjoon’s coffee was good enough that you didn’t feel the need to go out and pick up a cup one to three times a day anymore, allowing the two of you to spend entire afternoons together.

It wasn’t like you were on top of each other, though. Oftentimes, he was working in his office on the other side of the house while you worked from your laptop in the living room, sprawled out across the couch. Hours would go by when neither of you saw each other.

Even so, most guys you knew would have already gotten fed up. Being neighbors, you two were already practically living together. It was a miracle you weren’t sick of each other yet. However, Namjoon didn’t seem to mind. He was so different from every other guy you previously dated, seeming to want you constantly around rather than the opposite. He liked his personal space, sure, but you were now part of that personal space and he treated you as such. After all, you were his.

Namjoon not only liked that you wanted to be around him so much, even if you two weren’t in the same room, but he also enjoyed keeping a closer eye on you. He knew exactly where you were and what you were doing every second of every day. As a software engineer, he was able to install a keylogger on your laptop one evening when you ran out to pick up food. It was for your own protection, of course. He had to make sure you stayed safe, and that no harm could come to you in any way, shape, or form. After all, you were his reason for existing. If anything happened to you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Speaking of harm, you were surprised that Jungkook hadn’t reached out after that day he crashed your neighborhood party. He had all but promised he would get you back, but like always, his silence since proved he was full of shit. You tried to put him out of your mind, but this wasn’t like the Jungkook you knew. Sure, over the years, he had gone radio silent for as long as months at a time, but once he made it clear he intended to win you back, that’s exactly what he did. He would harass you with texts and show up everywhere you went until you finally caved. Not that it took much. His ethereal beauty and bad-boy persona drew you effortlessly in before you realized you were drowning in all things Jungkook.

But this time? This time was oddly different. You supposed he didn’t care enough to try shooting his shot more than once, yet the thought of reaching out just to make sure he was okay crossed your mind more than once. The only thing holding you back was Namjoon. He would likely be crushed if he found out you were talking to your ex.

That, however, was the only piece of truth you knew for sure. Jungkook left your house that night fully intending on getting you back… until his life began to fall apart. The very day after the party, Jungkook’s identity was stolen and someone racked up hundreds of charges on his credit cards. His computer and phone were hacked, and every password he had, every account he ever made, turned his life into a living nightmare.

Every single questionable picture or video, including several nudes and dick pics, were sprawled all over the internet. Every friend he ever made turned on him. He became a disgrace, a laughingstock. Whoever hacked him even sent some questionable content to his workplace from his own email, ending up in him getting fired.

In a span of forty-eight hours, Jungkook was jobless, friendless, and drowning in debt. He was sitting in his room, wasted out of his mind by the only thing that could keep him from feeling, when writing popped up on his computer screen. He looked up in surprise. He thought his laptop was completely fried since the hack.

“Stay away from her,” the message read. “She’s mine.”

Namjoon smirked as he watched Jungkook’s eyes widen as he read the message. After a beat, Jungkook let out a roar of rage and smashed the bottle he was holding into the computer, effectively breaking the webcam and Namjoon’s line of sight to him.

With that problem finally out of the way, Namjoon focused his attention solely on you. He made mental notes of everything you liked and didn’t like, your microexpressions when something pleased you or annoyed you, and how your routine changed now that he was in your life. Life couldn’t be better. There was no evidence of you thinking about that Jungkook guy, and all the evidence that you were almost as obsessed with Namjoon as he was with you.

Almost.

He could tell you were getting frustrated, though. You wanted him, and he wanted you, but he wanted to make you wait even more. He relished in the anticipation build-up and the thought of driving you crazy. He wanted you thinking about nothing but him day-in and day-out.

To Namjoon’s amusement, that’s exactly what happened. You could not stop the heat creeping down to your core every time he so much as looked at you. You could barely keep your fingers away from your crotch every time he stripped shirtless to go outside and exercise. You couldn’t quit biting your lip and crossing your legs suggestively every time you caught his eye. He would toss you a smirk, but otherwise, he seemed unaffected.

One day, your sexual frustration came to a head. Namjoon was in his office, typing away on his computer, when you leaned against the doorway, admiring the view of your sex god boyfriend’s broad shoulders. Of course, Namjoon knew you were there. He saw you stop working, get up, and stretch before padding down the hall on his living room’s hidden camera.

However, he played off being pleasantly surprised. He stretched his arms above his head, flexing his biceps, before seeming to catch sight of you out of the corner of his eye. “Hey baby,” he said, gesturing you over. “Need something?”

“No,” you said meekly, stepping towards him. He tugged you onto his lap, but instead of sitting sideways on his thighs like he intended, you full-on straddled him. Namjoon’s breath caught in his throat, and he quickly let out a cough to cover it up. You flipped your hair away from your face and leaned in to kiss him, covering his mouth with yours. You moaned into the kiss, making your intentions absolutely clear. You wanted him. You needed him. Now.

He indulged you for a few moments, kissing you back, pushing and pulling at your lips with his until you both were dizzy and delirious. You worked his mouth slightly open with each kiss until, without warning, you shoved your tongue inside his cavern, wanting to taste every inch of him.

Namjoon grunted in surprise, immediately feeling the uncomfortable tent forming in his pants as your tongues twirled together. You moaned once more and scooted forward, your crotch now pressed directly into his erection. The sigh you let out when you felt how hard he was sounded like pure heaven to Namjoon. He broke apart from you, gasping, when you started moving your hips, grinding down onto him. He wanted so badly to dip his fingers down your panties to feel how wet you were for him, wanted so badly to follow those fingers with his tongue and cock, wanted so badly to make you scream his name well into the afternoon… 

But he couldn’t.

This time, it wasn’t his lack of control holding him back, or the desire to drive you mad, but fucking work. He had a conference call in two minutes, and that wasn’t nearly enough time for him to have his way with you.

He pushed you gently back, separating your bodies just enough to clear some of the lustful haze from both of your minds. You pouted. “What’s wrong?” you asked. “Joon, do you not like me like that?”

Namjoon’s mouth parted open, glee zipping down his nerves at your use of his nickname. “No, baby, don’t think that, it’s not like that at all.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, despair filling your eyes.

“Baby, believe me, I want you so badly it hurts,” Namjoon said hurriedly. On the inside, he was panicking. Had he fucked up?

“I just want to do this right. I want to make our first time special.”

You snorted. “What are we, sixteen? Please. I’m way past the ‘make it special’ stage. I want you.”

Namjoon let out a low groan at your whining words. God, he wanted you too. He wanted nothing more. “Then you can have me any way you like,” he murmured, combing a hand through the strands of your hair. “But later. I have a conference call starting like, now. Afterwards, I promise, I’m all yours.”

You jutted your lip out in a pout once more, but hung your head and nodded. “Fine.”

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon said, tossing you a cheeky wink as you clambered off his lap. “It’ll be worth the wait.”

You were about to throw a retort back in his face, but smirked instead as a deliciously evil idea entered your brain. “Alright then,” you said, replacing the smirk with an innocent expression. You couldn’t let him know what you were thinking.

You turned and exited his office, but instead of going back to the living room, you quietly slipped out the front door and went over to your own house. Namjoon didn’t see you leave on his hidden camera because he was too busy logging into his conference call, nor did he see you sneak back in ten minutes later, suspiciously wearing a long overcoat despite the humid summer heat.

You crept down the hall and peered into his office. Namjoon had a headset on and was talking quietly into the microphone. You waited until he paused for a bit before clearing your throat. Your boyfriend whipped his head around, his mouth parting in surprise. His eyes widened as you started undoing the buttons of your coat, a smirk spreading from one corner of your lips to the other. Quick as lightning, he turned back to his computer and made a couple clicks with his mouse. “What’re you doing?” he hissed.

“I’m sick of waiting,” you replied, moving fully into the room once you realized he turned his webcam off.

“Baby, please,” he said, his eyes pleading. “This meeting is important. I swear, I’ll give you all the time in the world, you just have to be patient for a few more minutes.”

You let out a hum, holding your finger to your lips. “Fine,” you relented. “But I want to stay here, with you.”

Namjoon sighed. “Like where? I can’t have you on camera, jagiya.”

You knelt down on the floor beside his chair. “Here. I’ll stay out of sight.”

Your boyfriend shook his head, but you caught traces of a small smile that made your confidence grow. Hopefully, he would like what you had planned for him next.

Namjoon gave you a stern look before looking back at his screen and turning his webcam and mic back on. Once he was pulled back into the call, you scooted closer to his chair and resumed unbuttoning your coat. Joon glanced at you briefly, and you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, staring up at him with an eyebrow mischievously cocked. You slowly drew the coat off your shoulders, revealing the lace harness leotard-shaped teddy underneath. He gasped at the sight of you presenting yourself to him dressed in so little. You heard the voices coming faintly through his headphones pause before one of them supposedly asked a question.

“S-Sorry,” Namjoon said, looking back at the screen once more. “Yes, I heard your question. I’m a go for that project.”

Once his co-workers resumed talking, Joon clicked his mic off once more. “Baby,” he hissed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, feigning innocence. “I’m just sitting here, like you told me.”

His eyes darkened as they roamed over your torso, appreciative of the way your perky breasts practically spilled out of the lingerie. “You’re such a brat,” he growled. “I know what you’re doing, and believe me, you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“Promise?” you teased, fluttering your lashes.

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. “Stay put, and I’ll reward you a thousand times over. Move a muscle, and I’ll make sure your punishment lasts all night.”

He clicked his mic back on and began murmuring into it once more, not missing a beat. You obeyed his command for a while, but quickly started to get bored. This wouldn’t do. You came here dressed like this to soothe the ache between your loins, not further it.

Coy as could be, you crawled slowly on your hands and knees to the front of Namjoon’s desk, looking back to make sure he was checking out your barely-covered ass.

Joon’s eyes widened as he realized what you were going to do. He muted his mic. “No, no, no-no-no-no, baby, are you crazy? You’re gonna get me in so much trouble.”

“Relax,” you purred. “I just wanna make you feel good while you’re on this boring conference call.”

You ducked beneath the desk, kneeling in front of his legs and bringing your face between his deliciously thick thighs. You lightly blew on his crotch, relishing in the way he was already tenting his pants. Namjoon chuckled darkly. “You wanna play, baby? Fine, go ahead… but it’s going to cost you. Like I said, your punishment is going to last all night long.”

“Believe me, I’d like nothing more,” you murmured as you started unbuckling his belt. Namjoon waited until the clinks of the metal subsided before resuming his call.

As he spoke, you palmed him and began massaging his hard, still-clothed length. The way his breath hitched, and the way his cheeks grew tinged with pink spurred you on to take it a step further. You unbuttoned his trousers, stared up at him, took his zipper between your teeth, and slowly lowered it, not taking your eyes off him for a single second.

Namjoon let out a long, soft breath, trying so hard to keep himself contained. You were gonna get him so fired, but at this point, he didn’t give a fuck. He was ready to see your pretty pink mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking it like it was the most delicious thing you’d ever had in your mouth.

You licked long strips up his black boxer briefs, still refusing to look away. When someone asked him a question, Namjoon snapped his head back up to look at the screen. “Y-Yes sir,” he said, panting a little. Damn, if he thought he was in control, he was dead wrong. You already had him on the edge, and you had barely begun.

Once the outside of his underwear was moist enough to your satisfaction, you hooked a finger under his waistband and pulled down the fabric just enough to free his large, hard length. You stared at it for a moment, wondering how you were going to fit such a girthy member into your mouth, let alone your dampening-by-the-minute pussy.

Without any more hesitation, you pushed the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking hard. Namjoon squirmed, biting his lip to keep from groaning out loud. God, your mouth was amazing. So good, it was sinful. You, however, didn’t relent. You sucked him down even further, hollowing out your cheeks until he was hitting the back of your throat. Every muscle in Joon’s body clenched as he tried not to cum right then and there.

Then, like a blessing sent from above, Namjoon’s boss announced the end of the meeting and began thanking everyone for coming. As soon as the call ended and all microphones and cameras were off, Namjoon grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head backward. You yelped from the sudden pain and the simultaneous loss of his thickness from your mouth.

“What did I say?” he growled, a smirk spreading across his face. “I told you to fucking stay put and you didn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry,” you whined. “I just wanted you so bad.”

He mercifully released his hold on your hair, letting your chin drop back down. “Clearly. You couldn’t even be patient for the half-hour that call took.”

“How could I?” you pouted. “You made me wait long enough.”

Suddenly, Namjoon’s expression changed, growing softer. “I’m sorry baby, I really am,” he said, pushing his chair away and kneeling on the ground with you.

“Don’t be.” You grinned.”I’m loving this.”

Joon’s eyes darkened once more, narrowing into slits as a smirk crossed over his full lips. “You are, are you? Well, then… don’t mind if I continue.”

He stood, pulled his trousers all the way down, wrapped your hair ‘round his large hand, and shoved his cock back into your waiting mouth. “Fuck,” he moaned as he hit the back of your throat once more. Slowly, he began thrusting, mesmerized by the way your lips swallowed him whole over and over and over again.

Before he began full-on face-fucking you, Namjoon reached out, took your hand, and placed it on his thigh. “Tap once for a break,” he said firmly. “Tap twice if you want to completely stop.”

You nodded in response, unable to respond due to your mouth full of cock.

Joon let out a feral sound, half-way between a growl and a moan, and sped up his pace. The nerve endings surrounding his thick member set his skin on fire, making sweat break out all over his body. His balls tightened in preparation for release, and it felt like all the blood in his body was being sucked towards his dick, wanting to feel nothing but the sensation of your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Namjoon groaned. You moaned in response, still taking his cock like a pro. Tears were running down your face from the pressure, trailing from your jawline to the curve of your breasts. It was so wet and so dirty, but you loved it. You loved making him feel good. You loved pleasing him. You loved him.

At that realization, your eyes widened from shock, and you ended up gagging and choking a bit on your boyfriend’s cock. That sent him completely over the edge, and Namjoon stilled, letting out a loud, ferocious grunt as he shot ropes of cum down your throat. You tapped his thigh, and he immediately pulled out, a string of white liquid hanging between his large member and your mouth.

“Fuck, baby, that was amazing,” he sighed, grabbing a box of tissues and dropping down onto his knees beside you.

He hugged you tight, kissing your cheek, your chin, your jaw, your neck. “So good, so perfect,” he murmured, his words slurring a bit. “Forget your punishment, you deserve all the rewards in the world, jagiya.”

You continued gasping and swallowing, wiping your tears and spit away with the tissues over his shoulder until the only remnants of the blowjob were the wet stains littering the front of your lingerie. Namjoon continued kissing you, running his hands all over you, cupping your breasts, and smoothing his thumbs over your nipples.

“I wanna run my tongue all over you,” he said suddenly, unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it, leaving him enticingly naked. “I wanna taste your pussy from behind.”

He stood and quickly removed his laptop from his desk before shoving everything else off of it. “Bend over,” he commanded, pointing at the desk’s wooden surface.

You didn’t have to be told twice. Stumbling a bit, you stood and obediently lay your upper half across the smooth, cool wood. “Oh my fucking god, baby,” Namjoon moaned when he realized your lingerie was crotchless. Everything you had was completely on display for him, ready to be used in whatever way he chose.

Your boyfriend wasted no time in kneeling on the ground, his face level with your dripping pussy. He grabbed your ass with both hands, massaging and kneading your cheeks as you let out long, drawn-out moans, egging him on. Finally, he spread your cheeks and you felt his tongue run from your clit to the bottom of your slit.

“Oh god!” you gasped out.

“Mmmm, that’s right, baby…” Namjoon murmured as he nosed at your folds. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

In response, you pushed your hips backward, trying to get more friction. “Hold still,” your boyfriend growled.

You froze at his words, and he rewarded you with slow, soft kitten licks up and down your gushing slit. Then, without warning, he pushed his wet muscle inside of you and began eating you out with vigor.

“Fuck! Namjoon!”

His dick leaked pre-cum at hearing you finally moan his name. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was. Ten minutes ago, he thought you had sucked the very soul out of him. How could he be so hard once more already?

It was you. Everything you did, the way you tasted, your long, draw-out moans that were getting shorter as you got closer to your high, the way you handed over the reins of control to him, all accumulated in Namjoon’s absolute, pure arousal. You were perfect for him… and he was never letting you go.

Namjoon went from tongue-fucking you into oblivion to wrapping his full lips around your clit and sucking, hard. Every muscle in your body clenched, trying so hard to be good and not move like he ordered, but it was near impossible with how stimulated you were. You couldn’t take it anymore when your boyfriend inserted two fingers inside of your cavern, doubling the pleasure shuddering through your body.

You began to pant, your moans coming out more like short screams. “Right there!” you gasped. “R-Right there!”

Namjoon chuckled. He absolutely loved seeing you in this state, completely helpless, completely underneath his spell, completely submissive to him and only him. “C’mon, jagiya, cum for me. Cream these fingers.”

Your brain took his filthy words to heart. Every muscle in your body tightened, trembling from the inevitable snap, and your folds clenched tight around Joon’s fingers. He resumed sucking on your clit, and you completely fell apart.

“Mmmmffff, Namjooooon!” you wailed as your orgasm racked your body. Waves of insane pleasure crashed through you, once, twice, three times before your lungs allowed you to draw breath.

Namjoon gripped your forearms and pulled you upright, kissing you fiercely. “You did so good, baby, so good, so perfect,” he murmured between kisses. His chin was shiny from your juices, and you could taste yourself as he pressed his lips to yours over and over again.

He swooped you up into his arms and carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you down on his king-size bed before climbing over you, nudging apart your thighs with a knee. He kissed you deeply, his lips first enveloping yours, then moving down to your neck. You felt teeth graze your skin as he got more aggressive, nipping at your neck until he settled on a spot and began to suck. He wanted to mark his territory, wanted to make the whole world see who you belonged to. You didn’t mind. It’s not like you went into the office very often, and besides, you could always cover the marks with a scarf or a bandage.

Namjoon didn’t stop there, moving from your neck to your breasts, freeing them from their confines so he could mouth at them, sucking each nipple in turn. You moaned at the sensation, feeling the buds peak and harden beneath your boyfriend’s skillful touch. He slid his hands underneath you and started undoing the ties holding your lace teddy together, fingers fumbling with the tiny buckles.

Once he succeeded, he peeled the fabric from your body, showing off every inch of your bare skin, shiny from sweat. “Mmmmmmmm,” Joon groaned. “I could stare at you all day, baby.”

And he really would. You were even better than he imagined, and he wanted this image burned into his eyeballs, wanted your naked form permanently captured, meant for no one’s eyes but his.

He pressed his hard length against you, earning a gasp from between your pretty lips. With a smirk, Namjoon stroked himself between your folds, relishing in the skin-on-skin contact. Your wetness increased as the head of his cock teased your clit, causing loud moans to escape your lungs. However, in the middle of the lustful haze clouding your brain, a tiny bit of clarity shot through. “Namjoon, wait,” you panted suddenly. “I’m… I’m not on the pill.”

Your boyfriend didn’t relent, continuing to tease both you and himself. “So?”

“So… we need a condom?”

He chuckled. “Oh, baby, no we don’t.”

You stiffened at his words. “Um, yes we do?”

Namjoon leaned down and kissed you deeply, pouring his tongue into your mouth like sweet honey. He pulled away from you just enough to brush his lips over your cheek and jawline. “I promise you, I’m clean,” he murmured as he kissed you. He knew you were clean, too. He hacked your doctor’s files weeks ago, wanting to make sure you were safe.

“That’s not the point,” you replied. “I mean, that is the point, but it’s also so I don’t… get… pregnant?” Your mind was still cloudy, delirious from pleasure, and your mind was having trouble comprehending the fact that Namjoon, normally so responsible and together, was saying this to you.

“Don’t worry about that,” Joon murmured, his lips ghosting over yours.

Your eyes popped open, brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked, sure you misheard him.

“If you get pregnant, I’ll take care of you… and the baby.”

Namjoon would love nothing more. If you had his baby, you would have something tying you to him for the rest of your lives. You’d depend on him more, need him even more than you already did. You wouldn’t be able to leave.

You lay there, mouth parted open in complete shock. Was your boyfriend actually saying what you thought he was saying? Namjoon leaned back and pressed his hips into yours, stroking between your folds once more with his rigid member, moistening your pussy with pre-cum. Slowly, he began to slip inside, teasing your hole with just the tip, sliding further in with each stroke.

You quickly sat up and grabbed Namjoon’s shoulders. “Joon,” you said firmly. “If we’re going to do this, you need to put on a condom.”

Namjoon chuckled low in his throat, shaking his head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I bet you’re not even ovulating, baby, and besides, I want to feel you. All of you.”

You lay back down, thinking. He was right, you weren’t ovulating… but still. You didn’t know if you wanted to risk it. Your boyfriend groaned as his length delved deeper inside of you, his balls almost flush with your pussy lips. He was right, his bare cock slipping in and out of your cavern did feel extremely good… but did that justify being so irresponsible?

Namjoon was finally fully enveloped within you, and he began to pick up his pace, eager to finish you both off and make you his for good.

“J-Joon,” you stuttered, placing your palms against his chest and gently pushing backward. His eyes remained closed, his hips snapping into yours as he continued pounding into you, grunting with each thrust.

“Joon, s-stop,” you said, pushing harder. He still didn’t move.

“I said, stop!” you cried. Namjoon’s eyes flew open, and you gasped. They were dark, the same blaze you saw when he confronted Jungkook roaring to life behind his irises. His lips contorted into a smirk, and he slowed his thrusts only to grab hold of your wrists and pin them above your head. Your mouth dropped open from both the pleasure and the pain.

“I said to stop worrying,” Joon growled in your ear. “Let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you. Let me make you mine.”

You let out a gasping moan as his cock hit that perfect spot, grazing that bundle of nerves deep inside you.

“That’s right, jagiya. You’re mine. You’re all mine.”

You closed your eyes and nodded, all worry slipping away as pure pleasure overtook all your senses and clouded your brain once more.

“Look at me,” your boyfriend ordered. Your eyes snapped open, wide, almost frightened as you caught sight of the animalistic lust urging your boyfriend on.

“Say it,” he demanded, thrusting in and out so hard it was almost painful. “Say you’re mine.”

“I-I-I…” you stuttered, your back arching as your impending orgasm approached.

“Say it!”

“I’m yours!” you cried out. “All yours!”

Namjoon’s thrusts became sloppy. “That’s right, you’re mine,” he growled. “Mine.”

“Yours!” you agreed as your muscles tightened once more, causing your entire body to tremble. You could feel nothing but pleasure as your orgasm overtook you, making you splutter nonsense as waves of delectation shook you to your core.

“Yours, yours, yours, Namjoon’s, I’m yours,” you chanted as spots appeared at the edge of your vision.

Namjoon’s hips stuttered, and he let out a series of grunts as he released inside of you. You felt his hot liquid hit your cervix, drawing out yet another wave of pleasure from your orgasm, before your body went completely limp.

Chest heaving, Namjoon slowly withdrew out of you and lay beside you, kissing your cheek. “I love you, Y/n,” he sighed.

Your eyelids fluttered open at the sudden proclamation. “I love you too, Joon,” you murmured, too exhausted to realize the extent of his or your words.

Glee exploded throughout Namjoon’s limbs, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck to hide the grin spreading over his face. He knew it. He knew you would love him just as much as he loved you. He knew you wanted to be his, were born to be his.

He knew he would never let you go.

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Another Note From Kutemouse: Holy shit-eu!! That was a wild ride, eh?? Thanks for reading. Part Four coooooming soon!

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