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STOOOOP OMG THIS FIC IS SO FUKIN FLUFFY AND I LOVE IT🤧🤧😫

from the beginning of to the very end:( just fluff. and thats fucking great! LIKE THESE TWO ARE MAKING ME SO FLUSTERED AND GIGGLE theyre so endearing

tbh i kind of knew halfway that she was maybe pregnant but NAMJOON??? YEAH THAT ACTUALLY SUPRISED ME SM THE WAY I NEEDED A MOMENT TO PROCESS IT TOO.

and the way they talk to each other and how much theyre thankful to have the other >:'((( r u shitting me im gonna cry FUCK THEYRE SO CUTE

and the smut at the end 😫😫😫 THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SM AND THATS HOT not to mention the last line 😔 haha author ur so funny,, oh no wheres the rest of the story :((( BUT IT WAS THE PERFECT LENGTH HONESTLY and the ending was supr cute nd funny to end it with :'3

thank you for posting and sharing this with us author💕💞 thank you sm and have a great day

New Beginnings | KNJ

Summary: Namjoon has just had the busiest and biggest day of his life after the launch of his first album. There's only one thing that would make it the best day he's ever had. Or maybe two things...

Pairing: Namjoon x Female!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Genre: Idol AU (non canon compliant?), cute lil drabble, established relationship, FLUFF (this is your warning that it's VERY cheesy - pls brush your teeth after this lmao), they're both clueless and in love

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: lots of crying, lots of kissing, happy news, smut

A/N: Firstly, how is everyone holding up after Indigo? Personally, I feel like my heart has been ripped out of my chest and I've disintegrated into a puddle of my own tears lol. I know Indigo inspires more of an angsty theme but tbh I've cried my eyes out for over 12 hours and I need something happy to make me stop crying. So I wrote this. Hope you like it.

p.s. that daddy comment in his live was so unnecessary but the way he read it like he was reading the weather report just had me 😂

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“Baby, are you crying?” 

The horrified look that takes over Namjoon’s face makes you giggle involuntarily, but the contrast of your reddened eyes and mirth does nothing to clear his confusion. If anything, it frightens him even more.

“I’m okay, Joon,” you assure him, wiping the residual twin streaks on your cheeks. “I’m so happy for you. It’s just my hormones being crazy.”

“Period due soon?”

“What else would it be, huh?” 

You feel his warm lips press on your temple as his strong arms envelope your entire frame. Face mushed into his chest, he feels the vibrations of your muffled words, paired with your unsuccessful attempts to break free from his embrace. 

“Joon, seriously, I’m ok. Now, come on! It’s getting late and we still need to drive there.”

He acquiesces as you mumble something about getting ready, but not before giving you one last squeeze.

It’s been a long fucking day. Fulfilling and entirely overwhelming, it feels like a massive weight has finally been lifted off his chest. You know how hard he’s worked on his album. In fact, you’d been there since day one, back when he still had platinum hair and lived with the rest of the boys. 

From listening to his struggles that had yet to be lyricised to giving him a piece of your mind when he’d skipped all his meals in favour of finishing a track. You had been there throughout all of it. If it were up to him, your name would be in bold at the front of the long list of credits.

Releasing some of his nervousness in a measured sigh, with sweaty palms he picks up the blue velvet box that’s been hidden with his studio equipment for the past month and quietly slips it into his back pocket.

For the past month, Namjoon had wracked his brain to come up with a setting romantic enough to propose to you in. However, preparation for his album launch had made it almost impossible to get an evening to yourselves. 

It was a couple of days ago when you’d insisted on organising a special romantic dinner for the two of you in celebration of the launch day that a lightbulb lit up in Namjoon’s head. He’d agreed a bit too enthusiastically, causing you to frown at him in suspicion. A few distracting kisses later, with a heaving chest and swollen lips, you’d forgotten all about it.

“You ready, bab-?” 

Absentmindedly walking into your shared bedroom, Namjoon’s jaw drops in awe as he takes in the purple midi dress that accentuates each curve of your body. He takes in your form unhurriedly, thanking his lucky stars as he lets his gaze roam over every last inch of your body.

You look at him in anticipation, for a beat too long, an unreadable glint in your eye.

“Baby, you look so fucking beautiful,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. “But, why would you give me a boner just before we’re about to leave?” He whines, once again pulling you into him, this time flush against his crotch to make his point.

You answer him with nothing more than a soft peck to his lips before pulling away. He groans, chasing your lips to get his fill as you smirk at his eagerness.

“Come on, Joon! I’m starving.” You turn on your heels, leaving him high and dry as you practically bounce towards the front door. “We can fuck later, let’s go!”

If Namjoon wasn’t currently clouded by the lethal combination of love and lust, he would have noticed, and questioned, your eagerness. It was his surprise after all, so why were you in a rush to get there?

—-

It was a beautiful igloo restaurant in the countryside that overlooked a meadow, the night stars casting an ethereal glow on your features. The day you’d visited him on set for his Wild Flower music video, you’d made him promise that he’d bring you back there for a romantic picnic. Although December made that promise hard to keep, he’d settled on the next best thing.

All pods were decorated with bountiful light inside and out, but they all were empty except one. The one with the best view. Of course, you’d think he had to book out the whole restaurant, as one of the rules of being this famous. But, for his intention tonight, it worked out in his favour without raising your suspicions.

Whilst you were busy taking in the view in front of you, Namjoon’s eyes were locked onto each and every expression on your face. With every passing second, he was sure you were his missing half. And he could not wait another moment to make you his.

“Joon, this is so beautiful.” There it is again, the strained voice, as if you were holding back tears.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asks, anxious.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him, patting a stray tear at the corner of your eye.

“Baby, you can tell me an-“

“Come on,” you cut him off, threading your fingers through his as you lead him towards your pod. “I just so hungry.”

Namjoon giggles at your enthusiasm. “But, you just had a snack in the car.”

“Still hungry,” you respond, struggling to keep your bubbling excitement at bay.

Namjoon watches as you inhale your food, stealing glances at him when you thought he wasn’t looking. The plates finally empty and you nurse your wine glass in an uncomfortable silence until he finishes his. Every sense in his body tells him you’re on edge. Another minute is all he can bear before he breaks the tension. 

“Y/N, why are you acting so weird?”

You bite your lip as you ponder your reply before the word vomit finally comes out. “I’ve got a present for you. And I just don’t know when to give it to you. And I really hope you like it. I don’t know if you will. But I hope you do. And I’ve been practising this whole speech about how proud I am of you-”

“Baby, breathe.” Endeared, Namjoon offers you his special dimpled smile that he reserves only for you.

“Y/N,” he speaks softly, watching you brandish a neatly wrapped rectangular present in front of him. He waits until you give him your full attention before continuing, “I have something I want to say.”

Your eyes widen in fear and you discard the box on the table, body stiff on red alert. Quickly realising the implication of his poor choice of words, Namjoon rushes to clarify, “not like that. I just-“

He takes a deep breath before letting it all out in a chuckle. “You see, baby. This is what you do to me. I just want to tell you how much I love you and I can’t even use my words when I’m around you.”

Your lips curve into a smile of your own as the tension in your shoulders visibly leaves you. You reach out for his hand over the table, wanting to comfort him enough to carry on.

“I couldn’t have released my album today without you. In fact, I wouldn’t be half of the person I am today if it weren’t for you. You complete me in ways that I didn’t know I needed.” The look in his eyes in softer now, radiating the love you’re used to being showered with. “Baby, you remember last year when I accidentally deleted a whole track and cried for days?”

You frown with a pained expression. “Yeah, but you got through it.”

He smiles with the utmost adoration. “We got through it. It was you who held me through those nights. You, who whispered affirmations until I fell asleep. You, who stayed up all night to figure out how to retrieve lost data.”

“Joon, I was the one who was meant to give you a speech on this -“

“But, baby, listen. It’s not just this album. You’ve adjusted your whole life around me and my ridiculous schedules and lifestyle. You give me so much more than I could ever ask for. I want give you everything, you deserve everything.”

He takes his hands out of yours.

“And with this new chapter, this new beginning in mind, there’s one thing I’m sure of.”

Namjoon gets up and you feel your eyebrows creep up suspiciously.

“You’re the love of my life and I want you by my side. For this chapter and for every subsequent chapter in life.”

He reaches into his back pocket and your mind races to catch up. Before you can gasp, he’s on one knee, complete with an open velvet box.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” 

You’re gasping for breath, choking on tears as the rock dazzles you into delirium. Your hands reach out for his face, pulling him closer to you until you can launch your lips on him. 

“Joon…” You’re babbling sounds similar to his name through wet kisses, your tears ruthlessly streaming down your face and taking half your makeup with them. “My love.”

He pulls back reluctantly, tear logged eyes a pure reflection of your own. “Is that a yes?” 

“Of course that’s a yes!” Your wet laughs spur him on to place the heavy ring on your finger before kissing every inch of your face.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he speaks into the kisses. “…and start a family with you…”

You pull back harshly, seemingly coming to your senses as Namjoon shoots you a look of confusion. 

“Ok, my turn now.” You swipe at your tears, clearing your throat in preparation. “Sit down.” 

He obeys silently, heart eyes still refusing to leave him.

“I had so much I wanted to say, but I just can’t wait any longer. Just know that I love you more than you can imagine, Joon,” you sniffle, voice heavy with excitement. “You can open it now.”

Namjoon tentatively picks up the box, shaking it next to his ear for clues before conceding and gently unwrapping it.

You affectionately roll your eyes at his carefulness, leg already bouncing in anticipation as tears fill your eyes once more.

“Oh, here, you’re taking too long.” You grab it off him and rip the remaining pieces to shreds, uncaring of the mock alarm in his eyes. 

He lifts the lid to a find several sticks, all with two red lines across them. The way his eyes pop open is almost comical and you can’t help but hold your breath for his reaction.

Namjoon’s eyes fly from the sticks to the streams of tears pouring out of your eyes. “Is this-are…are you pregnant, baby?!”

You nod furiously as you watch him rush around the table to pull you up onto your feet and into him.

“Y/N, you’ve just made me the happiest man in the whole universe. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, a familiar wetness starting to spread down your neck. 

“I found out two days ago and I’ve been thinking about how to surprise you…”

“Is that why you’ve been acting weird all day? And is that what you meant by crazy hormones? Wait, you didn’t drink the wine, did you? Is this what’s been making you cry too?” He openly chortles at each revelation, launching his lips onto any and every inch of your skin in between them.

—-

For one vulnerable moment, Namjoon had eyed you up and down right there and then and considered the consequences of public sex. Ultimately, deciding to spare the poor restaurant staff, he’d just about made it home in one piece, hands all over you the whole ride home.

The haphazard trail of clothes from the front door to the bed required no explanation as both of you had stumbled in the dark, tripping over each other as you felt for your bed.

He had placed you onto the sheets as if you were made of glass, swallowing every moan of yours as he’d worshipped your sensitive breasts, first with his fingers, then his mouth. The trail of wet, open mouthed kisses he’d left to your core had you gushing in anticipation for what you knew was coming. Quite literally.

Namjoon knew each tell and each tick of your body. Equipped with that information, he ate you out relentlessly. For saying yes. For giving him a baby. For making him feel like the luckiest man alive. Until you tugged at his plush mane, unable to give him a fourth orgasm, panting and sobbing versions of his name.

You could feel your brain melt just at the thought of Namjoon going from your boyfriend to your fiancé and baby daddy in such a short space of time.

You had more than returned the favour, cock deep down your throat as you pleasured him in a way that only you could. In a way that wordlessly declared your love for him.

When he’d pounded you into the sheets, fucking every thought out of you, you’d screamed his name, unbothered by the neighbours you’d have to face the next day. This night, it was just you and Namjoon. And the life you had created out of pure love.

He declared it over and over again, how much he loved you, how much he needed you, how good you were for him, until he spilled his load inside you, painting your walls the prettiest shade of white.

Panting, you lay next to each other, thoroughly satiated and drenched in sweat. Namjoon looks at you like you’re the brightest star in the universe and you can’t help but blush, his big hand splayed over your lower stomach. You turn to him with a mischievous smirk on your face.

“So…I guess you really are daddy Namjoon now?”

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A/N: I have so much more to say about Indigo but I don't want to ramble endlessly into the abyss. Feel free to drop an ask to share your thoughts/cry/scream/fall in love with him all over again/analyse the lyrics/get technical musically/ANYTHING - I'd love to chat!

Tagging @shina913 as a fellow Joon lover

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