Namjoonfic - Tumblr Posts

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n Genre: Flansgt (it wasn’t fluffy enough to be fluff, but it’s not really angst so just. Flangst?) Word count: 2k Warnings: you are very unproductive. Tags: @cypherwritersnet​ 

“Melanie, for the last time, I can’t make it today. It’s my cousin’s birthday. I’ll catch up with you some other time.” “Okay fine, but we’re bringing Ainsley next time, alright? Magic Shop at 7 PM on Tuesday.” Melanie sounds stern, but you know she’s not entirely serious. No one’s gotten Ainsley out of her room since she broke up with Chad. “Alright fine, but if we manage to get Ainsley to see actual sunlight, you’re paying.” “Deal.”

You hang up the call, wondering how you got yourself into this situation. You put on your jacket and head out of the dorm, on the way to your aunt’s house. A few hours of chattering with your relatives and gossiping about your older cousins while the younger ones run around and eat cake will be enough to distract you from the fact that you’ve been behind on your work for three weeks. You head on over to your cousin’s house, parking your car next to the sidewalk. You step out and walk up to the door, and before you can knock, it opens, and your cousin runs out and hugs you. “Y/N I’VE MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH OMG! How have you been? How’s school? Are you seeing anyone? We have so much to catch up on!” your cousin Laurel squeals. “Laurel, calm down. It’s only been a month!” “STILL. Now. How’s school? Are you seeing anyone?” Laurel continues, eyes burning into your skin. This interrogation lasts for another ten minutes before she remembers that you two are standing outside, and then invites you in. A few hours of chattering with your relatives? More like six hours from 1 PM to 7 PM being bored to death while Laurel flirts with her boyfriend.

                                                   ~The Next Day~ It was Tuesday. At 6:59 PM. In the Magic Shop cafe. Waiting for Ainsley. Melanie, Skylar, and you were already there. It was raining, and it was raining pretty hard. The bell at the entrance to the cafe jingled, and you looked up, seeing Ainsley walk through the door. “So we finally got Ainsley out in public? I’m impressed,” you say, with a small chuckle. You are actually impressed, but also dreading having to pay for everyone’s coffee. “Don’t count on it happening again, I’m tired and I have homework.” Ainsley sighs. “Well, we might have to let your grades slip a bit. When was the last time you met someone?” Skylar says, adjusting the sleeves of her blazer. “It hasn’t been that long…” Ainsley drifts off, as you and your friends look at her. None of you believe anything she’s saying. “Okay maybe it’s been a while. So what? I can take time to focus on my studies! That’s not a bad thing to want.” “No it isn’t, however you were miserable after you broke up with that last guy. I can’t remember his name and no don’t you dare say it he is taboo. You spent three months sulking. And now you’re drowning yourself in essays. Take a freaking break girly,” Melanie says in her dramatic it’s-the-end-of-the-world voice, her hands on her hips. “Melanie I am not drowning myself in essays! I only have three due this week-” “And you had seven due in the past two days we are not taking any bullshit about not having much work.” You say, placing your phone down on the table and sighing. “We want you to go out more, to socialize. Maybe meet someone. At least revive your social life a little bit. Seeing someone who you can casually hook up with will be better than hiding in your room and only emerging for classes.” “There is merit to y/n’s words, Ainsley. Meet someone. Get dick. Don’t attach yourself if you don’t want to. Whatever. Just get out of the house.” Melanie said, then added, “but we should get coffee first. I mean, we’re here, aren’t we? It’s a coffee shop.” Everyone laughed, then sent you to grab a few drinks and some cookies. You shook your head, chuckling as you walked to the counter. You thought about Melanie’s words a little bit. Hooking up? It wasn’t really your type of thing to do, but maybe Melanie’s advice could apply to your worries as well. Though, you had enough on your plate already, so maybe not. When you returned to the table, you gave everyone their drinks and they began to talk about what they’d been up to the past week. “Oh also, you know that new club that opened up on First Street? I went there with some classmates the other day. I may have met someone…” Melanie says with a wink. “Who? Who? Why haven’t we met him?” said Skylar, pouting about being left out of the loop. There wasn’t a loop though. “Calm your tits Skylar, I’m about to tell you. His name is Kim Taehyung, he’s chill, and he’s pretty cute. He had three friends with him, I don’t remember their names though. And I’ve only known him three days, he hasn’t met anyone.” Melanie laughs, patting Skylar’s shoulder. “I think we should pay that club a visit. What’s it called again?” you say, genuinely interested. You think you know what place she’s talking about, the House of Cards club. It was kind of like a coffee shop that sold booze, and it was a great place to meet just about anyone. “House of Cards. Do you have any reason in mind to go?” Melanie asks, but all four of you already knew there was one reason to go. “No. No no no. I am not meeting your Kim Taehyung and his friends.” Ainsley says, wincing. “I do not go clubbing.” “It’ll be fun! Let’s go.” Skylar gets up, grabbing Ainsley’s wrist. You all head out the door, about to set foot in what will be the starting point of the most interesting night of your lives. About twenty minutes later, you’ve walked into the House of Cards and not only found Taehyung, but met six of his friends. They all seem nice, but you’re pretty sure you’re not going to talk to all of them today, especially with the way Ainsley is eyeing Seokjin. You sit down next to Namjoon, who seems to be the quietest. He’s wearing black glasses, jeans, and a pink shirt that says “Don’t Waste Your Time.” He doesn’t seem to be the type to waste his time, and you hope that rubs off on you. You need to get a leg up on studying. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You say, reaching to shake his hand. “Hi y/n, I’d introduce myself but you already know my name. How’s life?” He asks, shaking your hand. You smile, and say, “It’s pretty good, other than overwhelming schoolwork, you know?” You mentally slap yourself when you remember that you actually do have overwhelming schoolwork, and that you weren’t just making a joke. “Ah yes. Schoolwork. Honestly I think this is probably the most stressful time of the year, especially with exams coming up.” Namjoon agrees, and you take a mental note to check which exams you have next. “Yeah. Do you have Professor Sejin? I hear he’s going to have a really long essay portion.” You ask, curious to find out how he’s going to cope with exams. You really do need some study tips… “Oh jeez… Yeah, I have him. You?” “Yep. I’m in his second period class.” “Dang. Early. He hasn’t said anything to our class, how did you find out about the essay length?” He pushes up his glasses, all attention focused on you. “Some of my friends had him last year, they say his essay requirements never change. Figures that he’d be a teacher that doesn’t let up, you know?” “Yeah. None of the older ones do.” You both laugh, and Namjoon asks if he can get you a drink. You say yes, and ask for a coffee because you know you’re going to be driving tonight. You two talk for a few hours, only interrupted a few times by Melanie and Taehyung leaving (to do who knows what), Ainsley laughing at Jin’s jokes (and telling you that Jin was off limits… maybe she will be getting over Chad tonight), and by Jimin’s insistence on buying everyone another round of drinks. You and Namjoon both declined, preferring coffee to alcohol. Eventually, you check the time and realize you have a lot of studying to do. “Damn, it’s nearly midnight.” You say, looking at your watch. “Wow. Yeah, it is. Do you want a ride home?” Namjoon asks, getting up with you. “Ah, no thanks, my car’s at Magic Shop. I’m going to walk over there and then drive home.” “Okay. Can I walk with you? My car’s a few blocks away, so I’ll probably be heading in the same direction.” “Sure,” you say, smiling. He’s nice. When you get to his car, you turn to him and see that he’s taking a pen out of his jeans pocket. Upon seeing your look of confusion, he smiles shyly. “I was going to ask for your number,” he says, “but you don’t have to give it to me if you don’t want to.” You smile, and take out your phone. “I think there’s an easier way to do that than writing on my arm.” He laughs, and pulls out his phone. After the exchange, he bids you good night, and you do the same before he drives off, in the direction of campus. You get home about twenty minutes later, and get a text almost immediately after walking through the door.

Kim Namjoon: Hey 12:03 You: Hi 12:05 Kim Namjoon: Do u want to study together tmr? 12:05 You: Sure! If it doesn’t bother you, of course. 12:05 Kim Namjoon: Lol 12:05 Kim Namjoon: I wouldn’t mind, + it’s a good chance to get studying in 12:06 You: Alright lol 12:06

You finish making plans, and you sigh happily to yourself. Finally, something to get you to actually do your homework.

                                                     ~The Next Day~ You wake up to the sound of your phone alarm, playing the song “Rain” by BTS. Fitting, considering that it is raining pretty heavily outside. You have three new texts from Namjoon, as well as like fifty from your group chat with Melanie, Skylar, and Ainsley (Skylar was the only one who didn’t hook up with anyone, apparently).

Kim Namjoon: So it’s raining 8:20 Kim Namjoon: maybe we should study at the library instead? 8:20 Kim Namjoon: ur call lol 8:21 You: sure 8:46 You: i dont feel like dealing with soggy notes today lmao 8:46

After a laughing emoji from Namjoon, you get ready to go meet him.

You spot him almost immediately in the library. He’s the one person not wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and he waves at you when you walk in.

“Hello stranger,” you say, winking. He smiles, his eyes crinkling behind his glasses as he smiled. “Nice meeting you too, y/n,” Namjoon says, patting the seat next to him, “have a seat.”

You sit down and pull out two of your textbooks and your computer, while Namjoon clears a space on the desk for you.

“So, what exam are you studying for? I’m finishing up with my Civ Pro studying.” “I’m working on my Modern Literature essay prep,” you say, pulling up the essay document on your computer. “Ooh, I could help with that, I took Modern Literature last year.” Namjoon says, adjusting his glasses. “Okay, thank you!” You say, warmly. And so your study session begins.

The next few hours are spent not only studying, but also joking around and giggling. Studying with Namjoon was fun, but also very productive. The most productive you’ve been in months. You schedule more sessions for the next few days, and leave the library feeling very satisfied. You’re definitely cool with having a study partner.

He Gets Jealous ~ Kim Namjoon

You walked through the backstage corridor of the arena, catching up to the boys who were all huddled together after the show. Namjoon was quick to spot you, opening his sweaty arm out for you to walk into, cuddling into his side.

All of them smiled across at you after yet another successful show, trying to catch their breaths from it all. You couldn’t help but grin, bursting with pride at how amazing all of them had done.

“You guys, it was so good. I forgot how much I missed seeing you all live,” you encouraged, looking between them all.

It took a lot for any of them to muster the strength to speak, they were exhausted, and rightfully so. Nearly two hours of hard routines and powerful vocals was enough to take the wind from anyone’s sails.

“It was even better getting to see you sing in the front row, I missed having you come and watch the shows,” Namjoon spoke, softly pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”

“It was amazing.”

Attention was turned to the dancer’s who filed off stage, Namjoon didn’t want to notice, but there were a few eyes that turned in your direction, looking you up and down. Corners of mouths turned up into smiles, as his grip around your waist quickly tightened. He felt his tummy turn as they smiled at you as if he wasn’t even in the room.

“Joon,” you whispered, feeling his tight grip, “you’re tugging a little too hard honey.”

He didn’t register you speaking, keeping a firm glance on the dancers. You were an attractive girl, someone who he thought deserved way better than him. He was a jealous character, he made no secret of that, but you’d never seen him this upset.

“Namjoon,” you mumbled again, yet still garnered no response from the lanky figure. The boys too, noticed his change in attitude, his chest puffed out creating an intimidating stance, despite everyone knowing just how soft his heart was.

“Look where you’re going!” He finally snapped as a red-haired boy walked underneath the stage, making no secret of his interest in you.

He jumped at the harsh tone of Namjoon’s voice, turning his face to look forwards, but not without sending a subtle wink in your direction. You noticed, and so did Namjoon, shrugging it aside as if it was nothing, Namjoon not so much.

“Are you serious?” He challenged, letting go of me. “Did you just wink at my girlfriend? What sort of person are you?”

Jin pulled you back as the other boys stepped forwards, either side of Namjoon, resting their hands on his shoulders. This was a side of Namjoon you’d never seen before, he was possessive of you, he wouldn’t allow anyone to capture your attention.

“I’m sick and tired of people treating me as if I don’t exist, that’s my damn girlfriend, what right do people think they have to make obvious moves?” He questioned, brushing his hands through his hair.

The dancer ran away from the situation, leaving Namjoon to calm down. All the boys rallied around him, whilst Jin kept you company, resting his hand on the small of your back. “I’ve never seen him like this,” he whispered down to you.

“Me neither.”

“He really cares about you Y/N.”

“I know, I’m going to go and speak to him.”

You tapped Jungkook’s shoulder, silently asking him to step back, as the rest of the boys followed. Your hand slid into Namjoon’s, feeling how cold it was as his body shook. His long fingers laced in with yours instantly, comforted by the tight grip you held.

“What are you feeling?” You asked, following his gaze to the door the dancer had walked through. It was as if you never even spoke, everything around him was completely blocked out. “Namjoon,” you added, desperately craving a response out of him.

You squeezed his hand. Nothing.

You kissed his cheek. Nothing.

And then you wrapped your arms around him. Nothing.

“You’re scaring me, can you please just respond?” You asked of him, moving your frame so you stood before him. There was a height difference between you both, meaning he could peer over you. Not once did he blink, until your hand came up to cup his cheek.

It was his weakness, always. If all else failed, your hand close to him was the one thing that would bring him back to reality. Slowly, you guided his face, so it looked down at you, noticing the soft smile on your face.

“Namjoon,” you whispered, “are you okay?”

“How can I be okay? Did you see what that guy did to you?”

“I did,” you admitted, “but I chose to ignore it, because I’m not interested in anyone’s attention but yours.”

It was part of the parcel that came with the notoriety of dating an idol, suddenly your face was recognised around most of the world, it was one that both men and women saw every day, whether it be in the press, on social media, in person, or on special occasions, a V Live or two.

The comments were fine, Namjoon loved the support that was lauded on the two of you. He couldn’t get enough. But in a male dominated environment, he found that having a female around often stirred up a lot of feelings around his work colleagues.

Even the boys, the first time they met you couldn’t believe how pretty you were, or how Namjoon had managed to pull you. That was enough to set off the jealous feelings he had, whenever any guy got too close, his guard would go up.

“I can’t ignore it, this isn’t fair. You’re a human being. A gorgeous, funny, caring human being. You don’t deserve to be looked at in that way or spoken to like some people do. I can’t allow people to do it.”

“What can you do about it?”

“Fire them.”

You chuckled, but quickly saw how serious he was by the expression on his face. He had the power to, he could do anything he wanted, but you never thought he’d see it through. “You’re not serious.”

“I am. I’ve had enough of it, you come to my workplace to support me, and I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable. You get more attention from all these people then I do, and you don’t even work here.”

“It doesn’t matter, none of it matters. I still love you, more than any of those weirdos who even think they have a chance with me.”

You looked back to see the boys had all gone, leaving the space for the two of you. Your eyes then looked up, meeting his glossy ones. Your hand came back up to cup his cheek, bringing his face to yours.

“Please don’t get jealous or upset. It’s always you. You don’t need to stand up for me, just ignore it. One day they’ll get the message, and until they do, we stick together, and we rise above it. People want a reaction out of you Joon, they want to get under your skin.”

“I know.”

“So, from now on, just take yourself out of the situation. I don’t like it, no one likes it.”

He nodded, pulling your frame into his chest, brushing his hand through the locks of your hair. A heavy sigh of relief tickled the top of your head as you squeezed him tightly, resting your palm over his heart.

“I love you. And sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you, and I feel like people think the same. It scares me that one day you’ll find someone better, or someone else will catch your attention and steal your heart.”

“That will never happen. It always you. I promise.”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“I’ll have you forever, if you’ll let me.”

“Always.”

—

Masterlist