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[7:02pm] | Namjoon x blk fem reader.

“Namjoon made falling In love easy.” You thought as you watched your boyfriend carefully pick up a crab. He runs over to you smiling, just to show you how cute this little crab was.

There's an innocence to the things he says and does, but he also reminds you that he's a flawed human too and you like that.

Namjoon never tried to be a perfect boyfriend, but he did. He showed you a love that felt like all the love songs you would listen to back in middle school before you even fully grasped the concept of what it means to love someone romantically.

All the love songs you listen to now contain fragments of him. You always thought if you two ever broke up, you could never listen to those songs the same way again or even listen to them at all after him.

You watched Namjoon run down the beach with his arms out as he yelled, scaring the seagulls. The birds squawking pierced the evening sky as they took off flying. You sink your toes in the warm, gritty brown sand.

You think back to the promise you made your mama before you left home for Uni. “I promise I'll only focus on my studies and nothing else.”

But months later, on a rainy Sunday morning, you sent your mama a text saying: “Forgive me, mama. But there's this guy and I really like him a lot.”

A smile grew across your face hearing Namjoon call your name as he ran up to you. He found some pretty seashells he wanted to show you.

He grabbed your hand, laughing pulling you along with him. There's magic in his laughter that makes you believe in love again.

More Hearts Than Mine | Namjoon x Blk Fem reader.

Summary: Your heart wasn't the only one he broke.

A/N: The song lyrics will be written into the ff. Wrote this on a whim because I really love this song and couldn't help but think of Namjoon for this. Sorry for any mistakes.

BEFORE: “I can't wait to show you where I grew up.” You tell Namjoon one night. This will be his first time meeting your family, and seeing where you grew up that made you into the woman you are today. You were going to show him your favorite places and take him to all the best spots. You'll walk Namjoon around the foothills of your town. After hearing you talking about your hometown for six months now; It's like Namjoon has been there before. Walked the asphalt streets, tasted the local foods, and saw the landmarks. He wanted a real feel of it, though. He'll fall in love with your hometown and your family like he has with you.

It's the morning of your trip to your hometown. You and Namjoon are packing.

“We'll probably have to sleep in separate bedrooms.” You tell him as you move around him to get to your suitcase. He doesn't mind the separate bedrooms. You have told him the kind of people your parents are and he respects that. He'd asked you question about your mama, then your dad, and then your little sister.

“You think they'll like me?” Namjoon asks.

“Yes. I told them so much about you and they can't wait to meet the guy who has taken good care of my heart.” You smiled at Namjoon. You would spend all night on the phone with your little sister telling her how great of a guy Namjoon was until your mama told her it's time for her to get to bed.

You look over the clothes that Namjoon has in his suitcase. “Pack a shirt for church because we'll go.”

He has a nice black button-down that he packs. You sit on the bed next to Namjoon's suitcase. Bringing home someone new was nerve-wracking. You rub the palm of your hands on your blue jeans.

“Uh, Listen.” You said. “I'm not trying to scare you off, but I thought we should talk a few things out. Before we hit the road.”

Namjoon moves his suitcase over on the bed and sits next to you. His pinky finger resting on top of yours. His way of saying I won't be scared off.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you talk to him.

First, you warned him about how quickly your mama falls in love a little faster than you do. She would immediately pull Namjoon into a warm welcoming hug that'll make him feel like he was home. She'll make him a big home-cooked meal with her favorite recipes that's been passed down from generation to generation.

Then you warned him about your dad. How he would check the tires on Namjoon's car and make sure the engine sounds good. You told Namjoon your dad will pour him whiskey over ice and want to hear his views about the current events of the world. Then he'll take Namjoon fishing and pretend that he doesn't like him.

Of course, you told Namjoon that if he ever broke up with you, he wouldn't be just breaking your heart but theirs too.

Then there was your little sister you really had to warn him about. How she would ask him a million questions, say anything she can to turn him red. She'll ask if he's going to marry you while she paints his nails fuchsia pink.

Then you warned him about your high school friends. They'll buy him drinks and fill him in on the crazy nights you can't outlive. And how they'll get him to play truth or dare to initiate him into the friend group.

AFTER: It was only two months later when you showed up back in your hometown, standing on the steps of your childhood home without Namjoon this time. When your mama opened the front door, the first thing you did was hug her and breakdown in her arms. She knew without you even telling her. Your mama felt every heartache you've ever been through. So she understands when mangle sobs push their way up your throat into the warm air of the house. Namjoon had been the one. So you thought. There were forevers and forevers in his words, yet forever meant nothing to him.

Then there was your dad who hated seeing his little girl all broken up over some guy. He'll pour you whiskey over ice and He'll tell a lie and say Namjoon ever really liked you. But your dad could see how that boy looked at you like you were the stars shining in his world. Of course, your dad couldn't hate him, and neither could your mama.

Then there was your little sister who curled into your side, wiping your tears. While saying something like: “He really did love you, Y/n. But you know, love can scare people away sometimes, especially when they never experience true love, so they run because it feels like a lie, like all the other love they had before. Maybe that's Namjoon's reason.”

He broke their hearts more than yours.

Soft As A Summer Night | K.Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader.

summary: Namjoon comes home after a long, exhausting week, finding peace and comfort in the quiet intimacy of being with the person he loves.

Author Note: This imagine is inspired by my favorite song When She Comes Home Tonight by Riley Green.

Namjoon’s hands trace your body slowly, like he’s rediscovering you piece by piece. His fingertips glide over the curve of your arm, then linger at your waist, as if he’s afraid to let go. It’s been too long, days of missed moments and silent phone calls stretching the distance between you. But now, with you here, the weight of the week falls away, one heavy knot at a time.

He’s in no hurry. He never is when it comes to you.

The scent of fried chicken still lingers in the air, a warm reminder of home, of all the little pieces of life you stitch together. It’s not perfect, none of it is, but it’s yours—both of you, in this quiet space that feels worlds apart from the noise outside. The golden light of the setting sun filters through the blinds, casting long shadows that drape over your skin like a slow-moving river. There’s a stillness between you, one that doesn’t need to be filled with words.

His hand settles on your hip, resting there like it belongs. You shift against him, your body moving to meet his, and it’s the kind of closeness that doesn’t need to ask for permission. You’ve always been like this with him—easy, natural, like the soft hum of crickets outside the window. His lips brush against your collarbone, soft and unhurried, a gesture more intimate than any words he could muster right now.

The silence feels heavier than his confession when it finally comes. “It’s been too long.” His voice barely cuts through the air, as if he’s admitting it to himself more than to you. His hands follow the line of your body, tracing familiar paths as if they could make up for the time he wasn’t here.

You don’t answer, but you don’t have to. The way your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pressing just above his heart, tells him everything. He wonders if you can feel the way it beats, stuttering beneath your touch like it’s still trying to find its rhythm after a week of chaos.

He presses his forehead to yours, your breath warm against his skin, and for the first time in days, he feels anchored. There’s nothing else to think about, nothing else pulling at him. Just you, just this—this quiet space between you that doesn’t demand anything but presence.

His thumb moves in slow circles along your waist, the same lazy, steady rhythm of the old fan whirring in the corner. Everything is slow tonight, unhurried, like the world outside doesn’t exist. He leans in, pressing his lips to your cheek, then to the soft curve of your jaw, each kiss deliberate, as if he’s sealing a promise in every touch. The porch light flickers on outside, casting its faint glow across the room, but even that feels distant, secondary.

The scent of wild honeysuckle drifts in through the open window, mingling with the leftover heat of the day, and it makes everything feel softer. Like you could stay wrapped in this moment forever, hidden away from the outside world. His hands don’t stop moving over your skin, like they need to remember every part of you, relearn what it feels like to have you this close. He doesn’t need to say he missed you. It’s in the way he holds you now, tighter than before, like he’s afraid to let go.

You breathe into him, your body fitting perfectly against his, and Namjoon knows. He knows that whatever else waits for him—whatever long hours and meetings loom ahead—it’s worth it for this. For you.