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insomnia ; kim namjoon
it’s your first night away from him, and you just cannot fall asleep.
↬ pairings ┇ boyfriend!joon x gender non-specified reader
↬ genre ┇ pure fluff, some attempt at comedy, long distance relationship, crack sope ((;
↬ word count ┇ a little over 800 words
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Thunderous claps outside your window pulled you closer into the duvet of your bed, allowing your own body heat to be your source of comfort between the sheets. You burrowed your head into the pillow as the weather bellowed; rain gushing onto roof as if about to break through any moment.
You sighed defeatedly, almost hating the way you had grown accustomed to Namjoon’s presence beside you in bed: though your insomnia was still apparent on some nights, there was no doubt that you’d gradually fallen asleep much quicker with him in your arms every night.
Though after knowing him for some time now, the pair of you had only been together for a few weeks — the timing of your budding relationship worked in your favour as BTS were on their break. Unfortunately, coming back to the real world, he was an idol with work to do, which eventually meant time apart. This meant that on your first night away from him, your body had sadly succumbed to the previous insomnia he had stripped you of for many nights.
You sniffled into your sleeve, grasping around in the bed to find your phone which you clutch at desperately to bring to your face. The light scorches your eyes as you fumble to turn the brightness down. The clock reads some time past 2am. Some calculating in your head leads you to believe it’ll be about 12am for Namjoon in his time zone. You unlock your phone and go straight to his speed dial, pressing video chat.
It rings for less than a second before he picks up. “Hi, Jagi.” His voice is in whispers, quiet as if to not disturb. His blonde hair peeks out from his hoodie that he’s very comfortably sat in on the sofa, making him look incredibly soft and cuddly. He offers you a sweet smile, and you die at the sight of his dimples. “Can you turn the light on, please?”
You realise he can’t even see you from the depths of your duvet. With some effort, you wiggle to the surface, reaching over the bedside table to switch on an electric candle that illuminates the bedroom with soft ambience. “Hi, Joonie.” His eyes light up when he finally sees you, bed head and all. He notices the weariness in your eyes and the tired smile gracing your lips, and he can’t stop the thought that runs through his head saying he’s falling in love with you all over again.
“Can’t sleep?” You shake your head, and he fakes a frown, “I’ll keep you company until you do.”
“How come you aren’t in bed?” He flips the camera to the bed across the room, and your eyes narrow on two figures, one lying across the other.
“It’s Sope. They took the bed so I get the sofa.” Part of you wants to laugh; the other part is upset your boyfriend doesn’t even get a bed whilst abroad. Namjoon seems to notice your concern, “It’s just a mix up, don’t worry. They’re sorting it out for tomorrow night.” Your lips purse and his look softens, “Hey, don’t worry, it’s comfortable.” The statement was said with so much passion, you’d think he was trying to convince himself.
With tiredness, your eyes shut momentarily, “You’re lying, aren’t you?” He cringes inwardly.
“Is it that obvious?” You nod. “Dammit.” The short scowl that leaves his lips sounds like a lullaby to you.
“Namjoonie?” a low, gruff voice calls out. Your boyfriend hums in return, his eyes averting from the camera. “Shut up.” You snigger a laugh, identifying the sleepy voice as Hoseok.
Your boyfriend seems to ignore him, turning his focus back to you, “The show was really good, baby. We had a bouncy castle!” You can’t help but notice how childish his manner becomes, and the sparkle in his eyes when he expresses his happiness. You’ve never wanted him in your arms more, especially now as you felt sleep creeping up on you.
You smile back after an extended yawn, “No way. On the stage?” He nods energetically. “That’s crazy, babe.”
“Mm, it was.” Namjoon pulls his hood down to ruffle his hair up, and if you had any more energy in you, you’d take a moment to ogle at how attractive the action was. He notices your eyelids droop, “Then Jimin-ah built a spaceship.”
You nod some more, nestling comfortably under the covers, “We all got in it and went to Mars.”
“That’s great, baby.”
“Yeah. Then we got ice cream and went to the alien zoo.” You mumble more agreement terms, Namjoon’s smile spreading across his lips. “Jin hyung looked like one of the aliens.” You quietly dropped into a long awaited slumber.
“We left Kookie behind though,” he murmurs softly. By this point you were lightly snoring, and Namjoon was doing everything possible not to break out into laughter for both the sake of you and the members in his room.
He can’t resist screenshotting your cute face, before whispering to you and ending the call.
“Goodnight, baby.”
Joonie, if you are the God of Destruction, would you break my heart? ;(
"A man of culture said once <<Break my hole, not my heart>> *winks*"
-flirty boy Namjoon-
Heyooo Mochi💕 You said your Drabble requests are open and you want something for the hyung line🙈💗 That's why I wanted to ask if I could request something smutty for Namjoon with a innocence looking girlfriend but has such a dirty mind🙈 Maybe also with size kink and praise kink? I hope that's not too specific! Send love, Tipsy💜
Writing lyrics~
Kim Namjoon × reader;
"Dada~" you whimpered, trying to get the attention of your boyfriend, which was still not focused on you. How dared him? He've been busy all day long, writing lyrics , his work keeping him away of you. Your lips formed a pout, disappointment washing over you.
Stroking your pout on his neck, you crawled more into his lap, straddling his hips, positionating yourself exactly on his buldge, making him slightly jump. You smirked. "Dada- " you thought you got him then, but Namjoon was still not giving you even a glance.
You huffed and started to bounce into his lap "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!!!" rubbing yourself on the material of his thin shorts. Namjoon made a warning sound, coming from the back of his neck, a sound which was usually making your blood freeze in your veins. Well, this time, you wanted to tease him for not giving you your kisses and cuddles that you deserved.
"Dada, dada, dada!!!" you whimpered and whined, bouncing hard and fast, right on top of his buldge. "O-Oh!" you moaned when your boyfriend pushed you harder on his -now- big erection, holding your hips with a tight grip, that you were sure it will leave marks later.
"Such a dirty kitten you are, Y/N..." he whispered in your ear, using his tongue to touch your ear lobe, pulling it into his mouth to suck on it, making you close your eyes and lean into his well defined chest(NAMTIDDIES), a soft sound escaping your lips. "You couldn't wait for some hours for daddy to take care of you?" he asked you, rolling his hips on you, stimulating your clothed clitoris.
"Mmm..." you said. "D-Daddy I didn't mean to make you horny...I just wanted your attention- " you were cut of by Namjoon sliding two of his fingers into your mouth, which you imediately sucked on. His smirk grew wider. "Come on, little kitten. Don't play innocent, I know such a dirty girl you are for me and such a sucker for my cock, as well." You moaned only at his words, agreeing.
"Good girl." And without any other word, he pushed your wet panties aside, with the free hand and took out his huge cock. And yes, it was HUGE. He groaned when he felt your juices coaxing his tip, he couldn't wait more so he slid the full length of his thick and long cock inside your tight hole, making you almost jump out of his lap, moaning on his fingers.
"How about the princess to ride daddy while he is writing some lyrics?"
Author's note: with love !!💞
Okay Honey, I want to fill your inbox after a saw your new post about wanting requests! A Truth or Dare for Namjoon 🙈💕 Truth: "Namjoon, do you identify yourself more as complete Dom or are you actually a Switch? I mean...would you be a little bit submissive when someone starts playing with your chest and your nipples?"
" I am a dom. Not a switch, babygirl. Honestly, I would love for you to sit on my chest and rub your little cunt on it. Come on, babygirl, I know you have a thing for my titts. As for playing with my nipples? Dominate me, but as a submissive. Make me proud of my little girl, ride me, while playing with my nipples. Suck on them as you would suck on my cock, I would let you <<dominate>> me like this. I am waiting for you~ "
You have to tell you new boyfriend, Namjoon, that you are prone to multiple orgasms!!!
Sweat drops were falling on Namjoon's forhead, while he was trying to reach deeper and deeper inside of you, abusing your spot with every delicious roll of his god hips.
"A-ah!" You moaned, gripping on his shoulders more, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, trying to pull him deeper and deeper, if it was possible.
Arching your back, your hard nipples pressed on his well defined chest, sweat mixing together. Namjoon's face was burried on the crook of your neck, sucking and marking the skin of it, leaving purple bruises behind, while his hands were gripping on the pillow under your head, to steady himself from collapsing on you.
His groans and moans grew louder and louder, his voice became higher. Namjoon is really dominant, but this is the secret, when the pleasure embraces him, his low moans and grunts turn into high pitched, breathless ones.
"I am gonna c- " you finished with a hard orgasm washing over your body. Pulling on your boyfriend's hair, making him scream your name while finally releasing to load of cum inside of you, his seeds coaxing your velvety walls.
Coming down from your high, Namjoon pressed a kiss on your forhead, ready to pull away, but he was stopped by your hold. Frowning, he stared at you, worried. "Did anything happen?" He asked.
Your eyes were closed, breath messy. "Not yet. I want more..." you hesitantly said, making his eyes widen in shook.
"Overstimulation? " You nodded your head, blushing harder. "Are you sure?" He asked, moaning loud when you clenched around him in frustration. "Joon! Do it! I want you to make me cry of pleasure!"
You didn't have to tell him twice. He pulled away, making you whine. Staring down at your messy core, watching the way his cum was leaking down of your folds, he licked his lips.
"Guess I am gonna eat this creampie first."
hi um i don’t know if requests are open right now, you can ignore this if they’re closed. but i was wondering if you could do a namjoon smut where the reader is being a cute little brat and bugging him while he’s on a call (sexually or non sexually , but i would appreciate if it ended in a smut!) thank you! ☺️ again i’m sorry if i bothered you or if requests aren’t open right now
"Yes, PD-nim! Yes, no, I actually- AH!" Namjoon let out a moan, when you pushed a hand inside of his shorts, grabing a hold of his huge member.
"What was that, Namjoon? Are you ok?" Bang PD asked through phone, making Namjoon curse under his breath.
He stared at you, who were proudly smirking at him, from between his thick thighs which were spreaded on the chair he was sitting on. His stare was not as satisfied as yours, an unspoken warning hanging between your two.
"Yes, PD-nim, I am just-....fuck!" He cursed, when you took out his member on one of his shorts legs holes and began on moving your thumb around the velvety tip. Namjoon closed his eyes in annoyence and pleasure. "D-Damn I cut myself again!" He lied, making you smirk and rise an eyebrow .
"Cutting onions again?" Asked Bang PD, knowing such a disaster Namjoon can be at cutting onions and in the kitchen. The man seemed to belive him, so you decided to play harder. Moving your hand up and down fast on his member, while pulling one of your breasts out of the lace bra you were wearing, only to tease him by playing with your hard nipple and squeezing the soft muscle into your palm, making your boyfriend go crazy and mad.
"Y-Yes. I really can't cook and Y/N left me alone in here, she went out with the girls." He lied again, making you only pull his pants down and place the tip of his cock inside of your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, receiving a shaky breath to leave his full lips.
Namjoon was trying his best to not moan at the phone, once more and staring at you, he covered the phone speaker and whispered to you. "You are in big trouble, princess!" causing your smirk to only grow wider.
"And what are you gonna do, daddy? I don't think you can do anything- "
You were cut off by a suddent move of his hips, pushing his cock deep into your neck, making you gag with force , eyes wide.
He kept your head in place when you wanted to pull his cock out, forcing you to take it even more, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. Grabbing a fist of your hair, he started to buckle his hips up into your mouth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper with every move, pressing your face on his pelvis, completly taking the air out of your lungs.
"You begged for my cock, darling. Now take it and keep quiet while I am taking this call!"
Author's note: To my baby anon!🥺💕 I am sorry for waiting that long, shame on me😔 I hope you like it👉🏾👈🏾
oh yay 😁 um can i please have really fluffy namjoon mafia!au where the reader (who’s rlly short cuz i’m really short, like 5’) comes home from shopping n she sneaks up behind him n jumps on his back n is all “rawr 🐯🥺 imma tiger” n it’s cute n stuff please? you don’t have to rush to do this you can finish the others first i can wait i promise! thank you ☺️ -🥺
He was busy talking at phone when you entered your shared house. Actually, he was always at phone. Making or taking calls, all about money and business stuff. You actually thought he is always giving the death sentence to another coward or traitor , every time he was talking at the phone.
You told that to him once. And he started to laugh, calling you cute and hugging you at his well defined chest, only to hear him saying: "Important business like killing someone isn't stuff to discuss at phone, babygirl."
I mean, he knew better. He is a mafia leader after all.
Letting your bags on the floor, careful to not make him notice you, you took off your coat and high heels and placed them on the granite dales floor, with a gentle and slowly move.
With the precision of a cat, you fixed your "targget" and starting to run to him, jumping over the couch, right on his back. "Rawwwwrrr!!!" You tried to sound fierce, but ended up meowing like a little cat, making Namjoon bite back a laugh, since he was having a serious call.
You started to bite on his ear, tugging on his ear lobe with your lips, pulling his hair softly, completly messing up his whole attire, making him groan in annoyence, a hidden smile playing on his lips.
"Alright, don't fail me!" He said and hanged up on the phone.
"Rawwwr!!!" You said once more, making him laugh. "What are you doing, kitten?" He was smiling bright, caressing your thighs who were wrapped around his waist from behind.
"I'm a tiger! Rawwwr!" You insisted, bitting his ear once more, making him flip you over the couch, turning around in your hold, making you blush of how close he was.
God, he is perfection.
"Oh, I am so scared!" He teased, caressing your hands and tangling your fingers with his making you pout. "You should be!" You insisted.
"Of my kitten? Never." He placed a delicate kiss on your lips.
Hello! (I’m not sure but I think my ask got cut out in half) Can you please write a Namjoon Drabble where he is really really in love with kinda insecure reader, and one time a random man makes a random disrespectful/mean comment about her and Namjoon gets angry and really protective? He then would comfort or reassure her! Sorry this isn’t smutty, I just wanna read some fluffy domestic stuff so bad 🤣
It was probably the sixth time that week when he went to that library, the sixth book he read that week, the sixth bottle of orange juice he bought from the jukebox in the corner of the full of book shelfs room.
What was the reason of all of these? You. You were working there. You, the shy girl no one usually notices, with your cute and simple outfits, with your cute round glasses you used to wear when you were reading or typing on your white computer, you, the simple, yet so kind and heartful girl. You, his secret crush.
He first saw you when his friends took him in that library, weeks ago, because they were in urgent need for materials, for finishing a project for the Chemistry class with Miss Green. Namjoon had already finished his project, of course, he was such a smart and hard working boy, but there he was. Sitting at a table, in the quiet place, filled up with shelfs, the smell of ancient books and dust, watching their friends, murmuring, in what it looked like being a useless try of finding the right materials.
Namjoon was honestly asking himself what is he doing there. It was not like he wasn't a fan of libraries, or books, in fact, he was spending most of his time in the library from beside his block, but that day he really didn't want to be there, when he could do something else, like writing some lyrics he would lately put into a song, somehow.
Holding his notebook, full of random thoughts and some lyrics, he got up, ready to leave, but while he was careful to sneak out, without his friends noticing, he bumped into someone, his note book, flying from his hand, his nose being hitten by a forhead, almost making it bleed.
"I-I am so sorry!" You sttutered, half bending, into a bow, glasses falling from your face, right on top of his note book, making your cheeks heat up even more. Namjoon picked up your glasses, handing them to you, his heart beating faster when he catched a glimpse of your flushed face, a shiver running through his body, when your delicate fingers touched his.
You picked up his notebook, as well and gave it to him, eyes avoiding his. He wanted to thank you, but you turned around, heading to your desk, where you took a nouvel and started to read it.
That's exactly the book he finished reading today, in hope he would finally gather the courage to talk to you, that book looking like a good subject to start with, the other books he read that week following, moving his usual place from his usual library to this one, your work place. He didn't usually read romance or fantasy, but now, because that was your favourite type of books, he ended up accepting it. Taking his heart in his hands, he rose up from his seat, eyes fixed on your figure, who were busy talking to a costumer.
The library was empty, you two being the only three left. Namjoon sighed, ready to turn around and leave, calling it another day, when he heard you whimpering in pain. He turned around faster than ever, glare fixed on you and the man beside you, who was gripping your wrist tightly, pressing you harshly against a shelf, his figure covering yours, dangerously.
"Who are you trying to fool with your round glasses and grandma like outfits, huh? You are a whore, we all know that!" The man almost barcked in your way, making tears run down your cheeks. Namjoon fist colided with his jaw, making the man fall off of you, into the floor.
"What the- "
But Namjoon kicked him again, this time right into his nose, breaking it. "No one can touch her or talk to her like that!" He almost growled
"Do you understand, you piece of shit?!" He hissed, between greethed teeth, making the man curse, holding his bleeding nose and leaving the library, leaving you two alone.
Namjoon turned around, staring at you, concern ridden on his beautiful face, his heart breaking seeing your cheeks wet of tears. His hand moves its own way to your cheek and reaching for it, he wiped away the tears, making you slightly jump, staring at him.
Namjoon couldn't resist anymore and taking your wrist in his hand, gently, not like that guy, he pulled you to him, embracing you into a warm, bear hug, one of his big hands resting against your back, rubbing circles on it, the other one gently caressing your hair, keeping your face burried into his neck.
"Y/N... you are so gorgeous, so smart, so kind, so sweet, such a well educated girl, don't listen to that jerk. I know you probably don't know me, but I came here every day to see you. Wanted to talk to you the whole time... I really find you amazing, Y/N" he said, hugging your smaller frame closer and tighter to his firm chest.
"I actually didn't like these books, but they were your favourite ones, couldn't stop thinking about you, I literally like everything in you and I know you probably don't- ...."
"I like you too, Namjoon." You said, making him pause, his eyes widening in shook, causing you to let out a giggle who almost made him drop into his knees.
"I also spied you." You said, wrapping your arms around him, making his heart beats grow faster and a huge, bright smile to rise on his face.
Author's note: love, sorry for waiting that much! Hope you liked it!🥺
Hi! Can I request the FILTHIEST thing you can muster with namjoon? If there’s creampie and impreg kink I’ll be over the moon
This was one of the nights, when he came back home, after a long day of work and a full week wherein he wasn't home so much and didn't have much time to spend with you. He found you on your shared bed, laying on your tummy, earphones on your head, a book in your hands and a pillow between your thighs.
You were slightly grinding on it, maybe without even realising, the sight of your white silk panties and your innocent posture, making Namjoon's blood run through his cock, hardening it, causing it to twitch into his pants.
With slow steps, he made his way towards the bed and , with a move full of grace, he hovered on top of you, his crotch pressed on the curve of your ass, making you gasp, his face close to your ear, where he took off your earphones.
"I missed you, Y/N..." he whispered, placing a kiss on the side of your neck, before taking out the pillow in between your thick thighs, throwing it on the floor, making you stare back at him, your lips parting slightly, wanting to question him, causing him to smile softly and press his lips on yours.
"Hush, baby... continue reading." He said, making your cheeks heat up and turn your head towards the book, bitting your bottom lip in anticipation. "Good girl..." he muttered in your ear, nibbling slightly at she soft flesh, pulling it into his mouth with a tight suck, causing your breath to incrase.
With a slow move, where he brushed your clit slightly with the knuckles of his veiny hand, Namjoon, pushed your panties aside, his breath being caught in his throat, of the sight of your juicy cunt. Trailing his thumb up and down your folds, he was bitting his full bottom lip, watching the digit getting coaxed in your essence. As for you, you were trying to not make any sound, knowing very well he demanded you to keep reading your book. Making a sound and showing him you are not focused on your reading, but on this thumb running up and down your clit would only make your daddy stop.
"Good girl." He praised you omce more, pushing his veiny cock into you, down to base, taking you from behind, the new, but so well known feeling of you wrapped around him, making him moan in pleasure and for you to bite back your own whimper, holding tighter on your book. Getting his hands under your shoulders, he laid flat on your back, one of his hands wrapping firmly around your throat, squeezing it in an attempt of choking you , while two fingers of his other hand finding their way into your mouth.
Throwing your head back, like that and resting his chin on top of your head, Namjoon stared to thrust into you with force, fucking you rough, his cock roughly pushing between your walls, making your eyes grow wide. Ok, this was new...
"I. fucking. missed. you." he groaned, with hoarse voice, sending shivers down your spine, his hips meeting your ass while his cock was pushing further and further into you, bringing you close to your climax, faster than ever. You could tell her was close too, feeling his member pulsing inside of you.
"Gonna fill you up so well, my whore. Gonna give you all of my seeds and breed you like a kitten in heats. You would be so beautiful, with my cum leaking from your tight hole, wouldn't you, my princess?"he asked, a smirk playing on his lips seeing your face controlled in pleasure, getting red.
"Mgh...yeth, dadfy" you tried to talk, between the urge of holding back your moans and his fingers pressing on your tongue. The fact he was choking you didn't help either. He growled, hearing such a needy mess he transformed you into. "Pathetic little whore." he mumbled in your hair, pressing a kiss of top of your head, his hips pushing into you with short but deep moves, making you see stars, the orgasm washing over you hard, making you drop your book and hold into his strong arms, a loud moan leaving your throat, the pleasure causing your walls to spasm around his cock, squeezing it so tight,
making him give you a beautiful creampie.
Author's note: sorry for waiting that much, annonnieeee!!!🥺💕I hope I fullfilled your fantasy ^^
When you have a crush on him and he knows it:
Version - Kim Namjoon
non-idol au.
Did this turn into a drabble of sorts? Yes. Do I regret? No.
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Namjoon is the best of all seasons; he is a chilly breeze under the heat of the sun in spring, he is the relieving rain in summer, he is the beautiful flush of seasons in fall and he is the joy of the first snow. You were just a mere weather forecaster and he was a whole storm for a human being.
Metaphors aside, he was the therapist you didn't know you needed until you began hanging out at museums and empty parks and thank goodness, the Starry Night actually began to swirl in your dreams like your feelings for Namjoon did in your stomach.
Highkey, everyone knew you had a crush on him. The worst part was that he probably did too. So when he began actually placing the warmth of his hands on your lower back instead of holding it against air, you knew you were doomed.
He remained aloof when your face flushed red as he casually kneeled in front of you to tie your shoelaces in the streets. As people stared, some judging and some staring at awe, you could only bit your lips to prevent the grin as he looked up at you with a smile.
His friends shipped you two, imminent in the way the only seat remaining in a group dinner was always beside him. This one time when it was a dinner for four, Jimin and Taehyung left in the name of a big 'emergency' but you were keen enough to catch the suggestive raise of eyebrows they sent Namjoon's way. He laughed cutely afterwards before chatting up a storm.
He loved to talk about his interests. You loved to listen about his interests. Not much of a talker yourself, you never really indulged in many hobbies or aesthetically pleasing activities, which Namjoon naturally excelled in. So when the first time you told him about your love for baking, oh man, he outshone the evening star as he stared unblinking, listening.
You loved the city skylines alright and he was fond of lush greens more. When you finally bought your apartment that had a cool view of the city, you couldn't shake off the feeling of something missing. After a day of contemplation and an unexplainably annoying lacking in the homely feeling, you unknowingly brought in a small plant, a potted money plant. The nerves were gone by the time there was a row of small plants crowding your city overlooking balcony. That was the day you realised that Namjoon was more than a person to you, he comprise home and these tumultuous waves of mushy feelings was what they called love.
When the first time Namjoon came over, he was in awe at the plants and you were in awe of his grey sweatshirt that had a small leaf designed at the centre. His hair had grown longer and his sweatshirt fit him more snug than the last time you saw it on him. He was well.
There was something off about your feelings that day; they were difficult to contain. So you stared at him with hopeless eyes as he delicately cut your steak. His eyes met yours once and he raised his eyebrows in question. You couldn't look away in all embarassment. He looked away first.
When the dinner was over, you poured a glass of exquisite wine that he brought in with a fancy name. It was a relief he couldn't drive yet you wanted to offer him to stay.
"The city looks beautiful from here." "The plants make it feel like home." "I never knew you were into plants." "I never knew you were into city lights."
You imagined him saying, "I'm into you," but he laughed and placed the glass aside. You still had miles to go.
The lights were dimmed down and the night sky was never brighter. But there was a spark in his eyes that wasn't just a mere reflection. The spark was dazzling your way more often than usual.
"New apartment, check. What's next? A boyfriend?" "I wonder where is the dealer for that."
A snort and a chuckle echoed through the space until silence weighed heavier. It wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, there was no butterfly fluttering in your stomach nor was this uncertainty that reigned everytime Namjoon came in. There was a persevering silence; not the horror movie kind – the quiet, slice of life kind.
"What do you think of feelings, Joon?" "Feelings are felt." "Not expressed?" "What is felt and not expressed? Mouth can frown and smile, eyes are hollow, they tell too much."
"Some feelings are stronger than others. They show up more vividly then." "Of course, it is love that shows up the brightest."
The ticking of the clock was never louder and every breath felt like a sigh. There was a foot of distance between you two, he slouched against the wall while you leaned on a pillow. The mattress in the middle of your living room was so cushiony that it felt like a dream.
"What do you see in my eyes then?" He stared at me as if he had expected me to ask him that for centuries. Like he was annoyed that it took me nine lives to ask him that.
"I don't look," his words and my heart sunk in simultaneously but he had more to say it seemed, "I'm always afraid."
"Of what?" "Of you reading mine."
It took you another minute to look up at him with courage but he had those eyes, the ones that shone in you when you stared at him. He didn't just know your feelings, he knew it by heart and reciprocated by his being. So when you leaned in, you knew he would meet you halfway.
He didn't go home at all that night.
어느 날 세상이 멈췄어
아무런 예고도 하나 없이
봄은 기다림을 몰라서
눈치 없이 와버렸어
Translation:"One day, the world stopped
Without any warning
Spring didn't know to wait
Showed up not even a minute late"
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