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“What’s burning?”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.8K

a/n: Hi lovelies! I’m throwing it back to the slice of life drabbles where it’s just a moment in the couples’ lives. In this, Namjoon decides to surprise reader/Daisy with a sweet gesture and she just loves him a lot. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :)) 

As you unlocked the door to Namjoon’s apartment, all that was on your mind was how badly you wanted to change out of your work clothes and shove your face full of noodles. Your options were probably limited to ramen but that would do. Everyone had tough days at work, you weren’t unique in that, but fuck you were ready to rid yourself of your work skin and settle into the comfort that Namjoon’s home provided.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend wouldn’t be home until later. I should have some dinner ready for him, you thought. Pushing the door open, the first thing you noticed was that the lights were on. Is Namjoon home? The second thing, and the thing that took over your mind, manifesting in panic, was the smell of something… burning?

Sniffing the air deliberately, you quickly determined that something was indeed on fire. Letting the door close in a loud bang, you hurried through the apartment trying to find the source. “Joon?” You called out in worry. “Joon, are you here?” As you turned toward the kitchen, you were halted by running straight into a tall sturdy body, nearly knocking you onto your ass. Lucky for you, two arms quickly grabbed your waist, keeping you on your feet. “Fucksake, answer me next time,” you scolded lightly, your worry over a possible fire and the shock of running into Namjoon’s muscular body bursting out of you in a moment of frustration.

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[♡] there's no point on denying how you still struggled to let your guard down even when the both of you were alone. you were 2-months into the relationship yet it still felt like every day you spent with him was one of your first ones. your hand still didn't feel confident enough to take his, and feeling his hand on your waist at night after one of your dinner dates still made you giggle like a school girl and blush like a tomato.

and tonight, first night spent between the both of you, you are taking a few more minutes looking at the mirror making sure the pajamas you'd carefully chosen weren't too revealing. you had turned around in the mirror at least a thousand times to make sure you didn't have your whole butt out (just a sneaky peek), arranged your hair in a way that the apple of your cheeks didn't look to big or your nose too long, and hid the little armpit fat you'd grown to hate so much. you had never tried that much for someone; not for anyone actually. but this time around you were so in love... so in love. you were nervous, nervous because you still didn't know how deep his love for you was, and if it was unconditional. but at the end of the day you knew he would only see perfection in what you see as imperfections. it's crazy enough to feel so elated because of love, and you mentally slapped yourself for overthinking so much to make yourself crazier.

two knocks on your door make you know that he's waiting for you. "babe, you okay?" he asks, and you shiver. he's that good. you're that in love. your body always reacts before you can even process anything. "coming out in a min!"

and it turns out that even if you come out with your previously worn clothes in your arms to hide your body from him, he still looks at you with a smile that makes you think "fuck it" and leave your clothes on the floor forgotten just to feel his arms around you in his really expensive and comfortable bed.

you'd think tomorrow about the consequences of not putting enough deodorant since namjoon takes his last minutes awake to inform you his a.c is broken and that's why he cannot cuddle you throughout the entire night.

it was all good. for now.

[♡] It's not until everything slows down and you both lay tangled upon each other, that you realize how much you love him. As your bodies try to seek full relaxation, you don't mind the ache in your legs and the marks on your hips cause it was mere proof of how he had given himself to you tonight. He had demonstrated how much you meant to him in the most special and pleasurable of ways, different than the other occasions in which the both of you spent the night together.

Getting to know Kim Namjoon was like falling through an endless rabit hole, in the most positive of ways, cause who wouldn't fall for his charms and his looks? His kindness? All about his personality? You realize that even if you'd promised yourself to someone else, it was the biggest mistake of your life and he was the one who you truly belong to.

And as you lay on his chest you’re able to feel the kind of comfort you needed after one of the most tiring weeks of all; and it feels like the world stopped the minute you stepped into this hotel suite; your own little universe in between these four walls.

And you know it's not right. It simply isn't. But fate was cruel to the both of you, and the pain of not being together after realizing you both were the one for each other, was even worse.

You both know that your phones (on silent mode) are probably blowing up cause you both were too powerful and your lives were full of responsibilities you both had decided to leave behind, on hold until you both had the strength to continue. He reminds you that there isn’t much time to spend together after the deed is done, but he cannot find it in himself to get up and get dressed to leave, instead he keeps still and he takes the time to stroke your delicate skin, his strong hands wandering from the back of your neck to your lower back. Neither of you is ready, but it was time to go back to your usual lives.

"I don't want to go.." you whine. Being trained all your life to not insist, to not beg nor need something more than yourself always stopped you from really expressing your feelings to him, but tonight you make an extra effort to do so. You hadn't been swayed by his money, power or reputation but his simplicity behind closed doors, and it took two months working on a project between the both of you to fall deeply in love with each other.

And tonight he confessed his love for you. You’re surprised because those three simple words and their real sincerity were unbeknownst to you, a territory you were always too weary to cross, but this time around, it felt right. It suddenly felt okay to feel what you feel, and it was okay because he was there to pick up the pieces you’d kept to yourself all these years.

He’d made an extra effort to understand the puzzle that you were and solved it effortlessly, and you had gladly gifted your heart to him the second you felt the kind of security he could only provide to you.

“No one ever told me they loved me before.” it was your opportunity to open up even more to him, and you know his silence is considerate and sincere, it gives him the time to think about his words carefully, trying to avoid letting you down.

"Well.. I love you. I mean it." it’s simple and to the point, an irrefutable fact, and it’s enough to make you get up to really look at him. His eyes inmediately search for you and one hand gets up to trace the diamond necklace he had specially bought for you, the one you wore tonight to one of the most important business meetings, knowing it was a sign you both only could understand, a sign that you were truly his, even though the man that had been faster in puting a ring on your finger was sitting beside you and in front of him. "More than whoever made you feel so scared."

And so the night ends and the both of you end up getting up anyways, ready to face the world. When you get ready to leave he takes extra care of you, even pulling up the zipper on the back of your dress, his hands cheekily wandering on parts of your body that make you blush and giggle with happiness. You love him. You do. And the words tumble clumsily out of your mouth because it still is something so new and out of the ordinary, something you're not used to saying. He offers you the biggest most reassuring smile through the mirror and he takes it upon himself to turn you around and put his hands around your head to hold you.

When he says it back, he watches the way your delicate eyes close and you give him a smile, and he suddenly feels this unbelievable warmth inside his chest. he'd never felt this before. "don't break my heart, hm?" you smile at him and fix his crisp black suite, removing any imperfection intruding on the expensive material. it's the only way you can think now of showing him how much you love him.

And when you turn around to pick your bag, he searches for your hand. "You deserve so much better, even better than this" he makes it a mission to assure you, but you only offer him a shrug of your shoulders, you know what he means, but to you it doesn't matter at all. Even one minute of his time meant so much to you. "I promise i'm going to give it to you."

Namjoon's Birthday

Let's take a picture of the most beautiful thing you've seen or felt that day. Let's do it the Namjoon way.

Doesn't have to include any face it could be anything.

Please spread the word.

appreciate—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: on some occasions, love isn't a strong enough word

thank you to @ofrosesandteacups for requesting this!! (not this kinda becoming a metaphor for army and the energy we put into loving them?? idk i see it but tell me what you think)

it feels as though you've been here before, although you are entirely certain you haven't. miles away from home in a foreign country, surrounded by speakers of a language you have yet to master - and yet it feels more like home than america ever could.

"do you miss your family?"

you do. not seeing them for five years is bound to create that feeling, equal parts longing and forgetting. but that same longing compelled you to seek out a new family, one that seems more like your flesh and blood than those who actually are.

"sometimes," you settle on. "i see them most days."

"just through a screen, though."

"are you trying to make me cry or something?"

namjoon laughs; lower and more hushed than usual. there's no reason for it, and yet you can understand why - it just fits the atmosphere.

laying between the ground and the sky, - somewhere that is also nowhere - it isn't like anyone could hear you besides the stars and the trees, and they are loyal; nature never spills the secrets that are whispered between humans when they think they are alone. secrets are too precious like that, too easily shattered. nature knows better.

but he whispers anyway, "of course not. just asking."

you turn your head to study him. his skin glows in the moonlight, eyes shining like stars reflected in a dark pond. a rush of warmth floods over you and stirs a thought that enters your head frequently: this is where i'm meant to be.

"you're my family."

a smile stretches over namjoon's lips. it's quiet, soft, and you start to wonder if that's just him, rather than an unspoken rule formulated by the setting.

"i know."

he's used to this. you tell him it frequently, tell every one of the boys that you love them as much as you possibly can, because with their busy schedules and the pressure that comes with fame, it's easy to forget that you're loved - truly, unconditionally loved - sometimes, and you want to remind them of that.

maybe that's why he doesn't act surprised when an 'i love you' slips through your lips next. that's okay, you don't need him to react, just feel the weight of your words, how much you really mean it.

"i appreciate you," he says.

you're used to this. the other boys have no qualms about returning your love, some less than others, but again, that's okay. but with namjoon, he hasn't said it once. he shows it in other ways, sure, this particular phrase being one of his favourite methods.

it was okay at first. up until the point you realised your feelings for him extended past friendship, and at the same time realised that it would, inevitably, end in a broken heart on your part.

he must sense this, as he quickly follows it up with, "and i don't say that to put you down, by the way. i just think that appreciation can be a lot stronger than love, you know?"

"no, uh, i understand that."

he doesn't stop there. "no, really. i could tell you i love you, because i do, but it wouldn't be able to express what i really feel."

he turns and locks eyes with you. his gaze is soft, soft, soft, but at the same time it burns, like gentle, slow heat on a summers day. you can't help but look away, instead focusing on the space between you two, where your fingers idly pick at individual blades of grass.

"y/n?"

you hum in response.

"i mean it," he states, now switching to english. maybe that's why you feel the most comfortable with him - you can relax in his presence, not having to worry about honorifics and conjugating verbs. "i appreciate the way you never hesitate to speak your mind; the way you treat us like you treat everyone else; the way you're always there when we need you."

you bite your lip, the confidence you usually hold dissipating into the atmosphere to join the clouds that roll overhead. "thank you," is all you can think to say. it's true, though. he's never usually like this, and you're grateful that he's finally confirmed it, even if its only in part.

a gentle hand touches your chin, prompting you to look upwards. you can't escape the warmth of his eyes now, and it's almost suffocating.

"you put your all into us. we appreciate it, we really do. but please remember to look after yourself once in a while. please?"

you nod. apparently, it isn't enough. "promise me. promise me you'll appreciate yourself as much as you appreciate us, and as much as we appreciate you."

a sigh escapes your lips. the light breeze caresses your skin, but namjoon's blanketing warmth is enough to keep the cold from settling into your bones.

"i promise."