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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.

Tonight We're Dancing | idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

summary: All I wanna do is stare into your eyes all night long.

Established relationship. Married. Mention of kids.

Genre: Fluff. Drabble.

A/n: first fic for the new year. Took all of December off from writing on Tumblr, but I'M BACK. This fic is based on a song named: Tonight We're Dancing by Chris Young. And Sorry for any mistakes.

The lights are turned down low, and time is lost between shared smiles and glasses of red wine.

Barefoot in the kitchen on hardwood floors, Namjoon is spinning you along to a Lana Del Rey song. Your head dips back in drunk laughter like you swallowed the sun, and he looks at you like he's fallen in love with you for the very first time. And when it's just him and you alone, all he does is want to stare into your eyes all night long.

He pulls you in. Heart-to-heart and Hand-to-hand you and Namjoon dance from one end of the kitchen to the other end, stepping over toys the kids left lying around.

Namjoon steals kisses from you. Then steals a few more. He doesn't remember how long it's been since you two had alone time like this. Between work and the kids, you and he were pretty busy.

So tonight is all about you and him, even if it is just dancing in circles and drinking until you and him are a laughing mess.

“You look so good in love,” Namjoon whispered as he leaned in, kissing your lips with a slow, long, drawn-out kiss.

He's savoring every second of you—it'll be a while before you and he has time like this again.

Namjoon hands move to your waist, softly squeezing and pulling you more into him.

You give yourself away to him, melting against his body. You taste the semi-sweet red wine on his warm soft lips. His kiss sent your head spiraling and your stomach swirling with butterflies.

When he goes to pull away, you can't help but grab him by his shirt, tugging him back down to you for another kiss. You're needy and greedy, even. Namjoon knew if you kept kissing him the way you did, he would end up taking you to the bedroom.