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Hello love, i want to request namjoon drabble.. 'He always forgets date night' and yn getting tired about it 🍭🍭

Supposedly Necessary Disclaimer: The above gif was made and edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just please give me credit for the edit. I made it from the commercial BTS did for the LG G7 Thinq phone, all credit to them and BigHit.

Well hello love! Okay, so your request didn’t ask for fluff, angst, or smut so I kinda took some liberties with it? Haven’t written smut in a while, so I put some of that in. Don’t worry, it’s hella light… However. If anyone wants a part two with full-on, delicious, downright dirty smut, I will gladly write one 😈 Hell, I might just write one anyways, ‘cause sex with Joon is *chef’s kiss* especially in this kind of scenario 😉 I always imagine him as a sweetly passionate lover. Anyways, hope you like kutie anon! 💜

Age Recommendation: 18+ (When I say “recommendation,” I mean hard-and-fast rule, especially for one-shots like this one)

Warnings: You being all pissy, some angst, some sweet fluff, hecka light smut like nothing more than you’d see or hear about in a PG-13 movie, making out, Joon’s delicious lips, mentions of lingerie. SWEARS (duh).

Word Count: 1,124

“The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long.” ~ Lao Tzu 

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Red Flame (Namjoon Drabble, Light Smut, Bit ‘O Angst, Bit O’ Fluff) Part One

You sat on the couch, your arms folded, your lips tightened in a pout. He forgot. Again. You were so tired of this. You knew your boyfriend was a famous idol, but the production of this latest album was slowly draining your relationship from a roaring wave of passion and love to a trickle of anger and disappointment.

Really though, you weren’t asking for much. Just for him to be home in time for a nicely cooked dinner that you made from scratch and some long-overdue romance. You even put on a cute little dress for him, hoping to drive him crazy enough to realize what he was missing. That, however, was nothing compared to the red-hot ensemble you had underneath the dress.

You sighed and stood up, blowing out the candles that were already melted to stubs. You put the leftovers of the meal you made into containers and put those in the fridge. The silence coming from your bedroom mocked you as you walked into it. You were just about to unzip and toss away your dress when you heard the front door open.

“Baby girl?” his voice called out.

You turned, anger setting in. Oh hell no. He doesn’t get to “baby girl” you after completely forgetting date night.

The sounds of your bare feet coming down the hall sounded like a death march to Namjoon. He knew he screwed up. Yoongi had kept him in the studio to hash out the lyrics for their final track, making him totally lose track of time. Luckily, Namjoon had thoughtfully picked up a bouquet of red roses on his way home in an effort to try and make up for what he did.

The roses did give you pause, and you almost smiled as he offered them to you, one side of his mouth turned up. Could you really be mad at that cute face, especially when he brought you flowers? When he looked like a total snacc in that blue button-up paired with tight jeans? When his dark hair was parted just enough to expose the golden skin of his forehead?

You shook your head slightly and set your frown like cement. Hell yes you could be mad, and this time, you were determined to let him have it.

“Why are you late?” you snapped.

Namjoon winced at your harsh tone. “I’m so sorry, baby girl, I was in the studio with Yoongi and we–”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off.

He rolled his eyes, fanning the flame of your anger into a full-out fire. “Baby, you just asked me why I was late. Don’t cut me off when I’m answering your question.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you retorted. “Especially after you forgot date night again.”

“I didn’t forget, I’m just late.”

“As if that’s any better!”

Your voice rose and Namjoon held his hands up. “Enough,” he said calmly. His placid tone only served to infuriate you more.

“No it is not enough!” you growled. “I’m sick of this, Joon! I planned out dinner, I made it all myself, took hours to do so, the least you could do is–”

He cut you off by rushing towards you, smothering your lips with his as his large hands grasped either side of your face. You grunted in surprise, your eyes wide, before you melted like wax into the kiss.

Your lips broke apart, and before you could meld them back together, Joon whispered, “I’m really sorry, baby,” and began kissing down your jaw. Your anger fettered out like a flame that had no more wick left to burn as his lips moved to your neck, feathery light yet hard at the same time.

“God I love you,” he murmured and kissed back up to your lips. This time, the kiss he gave you was less sweet and more spice. He roughly pushed his mouth around yours, hungrily devouring you. This. This is what you had been waiting for all day. No, all week. Hell, all month. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip, making you gasp and allow it to slip in and tangle with yours.

He groaned and walked you backwards to the couch, holding you steady as you both collapsed on it, mouths and tongues still mingled together. Joon separated himself from you with a groan, kneeling in between your legs as he slid to the ground. “I know I screwed up,” he murmured, touching your face and stroking a thumb across your cheek.

His dark eyes bore into yours, filled to the brim with lust and love. “But I want you to know how much I appreciate your effort, baby. You did all this for me, you wore this dress…” he tapered off with a growl, smoothing his hands down your hips and thighs, intermittently squeezing. “For me.”

“Then why let it all go to waste?” you whispered. Despite the heat wave covering your entire body, you were still disappointed. This night had definitely not gone the way you wanted it to.

Namjoon gave you a smile. “It’s not going to waste, baby. We can still make tonight a good one. And I promise you, on pain of death, I will do everything I can to make it on time next time.”

“What if there’s not a next time?” you said, only half-teasing. You kind of meant it. If he wasn’t going to show up for date night, then why put in any effort at all?”

“Oh, baby girl… After I make this up to you, you’ll want a next time for sure.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Joon caught his lower lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it. You stared at the reddening flesh. “It is definitely so,” he said, his voice husky and deep.

You gave in, completely succumbing, realizing no matter what you did or how mad you were, that flame of anger would always burn out only to be replaced by a tidal wave of passion. That’s how it always was with Namjoon. You never had prolonged arguments, because the second he did something wrong, he owned up to it and made it up to you tenfold. Usually in a sexual way, but hell, you weren’t complaining.

Namjoon kissed you for a while longer before scooping you up, causing you to let out a shriek. “Don’t worry, baby girl,” he said, tossing you on your bed and clambering over you. “I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll forget all about how mad you were.”

You bit your lip, anticipation rising inside of you, making you clench your thighs together and your cheeks flush. Namjoon may not be the absolute perfect boyfriend… not even close. But he was perfect for you.

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Again, if anyone wants a part two, please let me know! Hope you enjoyed 💜

And Then He Was Gray (Part One)

Disclaimer: I edited the pic I used above, but do not own the OG one. For the purposes of this one-shot, (G)I-DLE and BTS are closer in age than they are irl. I imagine the girls to be around 2 or so years older than they are currently. FYI none of them are minors, and they are all legal drinking age… I checked 😉

This imagine/one-shot was inspired by none other than… Jin’s famous gray, star-patterned crop top. I remember DYING when I first saw that footage of Hoseok taking pictures of Jin lifting his arms and showing off his amazingly toned torso… So, in honor of that magical, wonderful shirt, enjoy 💜

Note: In case it wasn’t clear, I gave Soyeon a nickname that her friends call her. They’ll call her “So-So” occasionally. It’s not based in real life at all, I just thought it was kinda kute.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Warnings: ALL of BTS make an appearance, (G)I-DLE make an appearance (yes, I like them), PDA, consumption of lots of alcohol, JiHope being the world’s cutest couple and making me pop all the UwU’s, Tae and JK being rowdy drunks, lonely angst 😔 Not much smut in this part. SWEARS, God, I nearly always forget swears 🙄

Word Count: 1,157

Summary: Your best friend Jeon Soyeon invites you to a kick-back with all of her friends and their significant others, intent on hooking you up with someone. Everyone seems taken, though, until he arrives, wearing a star-studded, gray top that makes your mouth water.

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And Then He Was Gray (Jin One-Shot, Smut, Fluff) Part One

“Stop fiddling, you look great!” my best friend said, slapping my hands away from my skirt.

“I can’t help it, I feel like the bottom of my ass is showing,” I groaned, continuing to tug at the plaid, gray fabric.

Soyeon rolled her eyes. “So what if it is?”

I scoffed. “Then I’d like my jeans back please!”

“Y/n. You do not go to a party dressed like it’s just another Friday, okay? This is a special occasion, the first time we’ve been out in ages! Please, for the love of all things holy, try to have fun,” she begged.

Rolling my eyes, I gave her a tiny nod, reluctantly agreeing to “have fun,” as she put it. My idea of fun was curling up with my favorite show, rolled up in a blanket like the lazy burrito I was. However, my best friend had been invited to this kick-back, and since all of her university friends were going to be there, and, more importantly, since the girl she was currently into was going to be there, I was forced to come along as her wing-woman. When my bestie explained why she wanted me to come, I couldn’t help feeling slighted. That was seriously her reasoning why the fuck I had to go? Couldn’t Soyeon find some other gal pal to dress up like a doll and drag places?

“Guess not,” I thought as we stepped onto the porch and knocked on the door. We could already hear music booming from the inside, accompanied by loud laughter and shouts.

A boy whipped open the door, laughing at something behind him. I was taken aback by his large stature and wide, white smile. “Ladies,” he greeted when he saw us, his smile turning into a smirk. “Come on in.”

“Nice to see you too, Jungkook,” Soyeon said, pressing a hand on the boy’s chest and pushing him aside.

The house was rather large and beautifully decorated on the inside. “Wow,” I said, looking around. “Whose place is this?”

“Mine,” the boy, Jungkook, said. “Well, my parents. But they’re out of town, so for the weekend, it’s mine.”

“It’s nice.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook motioned to the kitchen. “Grab food, drinks, whatever. Most of us are outside around the fire pit.”

“Cool, thanks,” Soyeon said, grabbing me by the wrist and making a beeline for the kitchen.

“Is that the guy?” I hissed as she tugged me along.

“Nope,” she replied as we passed a couple wrapped around each other, making out in plain sight.

“Ugh,” Soyeon said, wrinkling her nose. “That’s my friend from university, Yuqi, and Jungkook’s best friend, Taehyung. I so regret introducing those two.”

Two guys were in the kitchen, one dark-haired, the other blonde. Both were handsome as hell, but while the dark-haired one had more pointed, angular features, the blonde’s were rounded, soft, and delicate. “This is Hoseok, I call him Hobi,” she said, pointing. “And that’s Jimin. They’re only the cutest couple I know.” Soyeon leaned on the counter and squished her cheeks between her hands.

Hobi rolled his eyes, tugging Jimin closer by the waist. “Soyeon, please.”

“It’s true,” she retorted.

“Don’t let Taehyung hear you say that,” Jimin said, chuckling. “He thinks he and Yuqi are the World’s Cutest Couple.”

“Because we are,” a deep voice said. I turned to see a tall, handsome guy with dark hair leading a girl with large doe eyes and waist-length, wavy brown hair into the kitchen.

Soyeon scoffed. “More like World’s Most Inconsiderate Couple.”

“Soyeon, please. Don’t be jealous.” Taehyung’s mischievous grin did nothing to stop my bestie from throwing an empty cup at him.

Blatantly ignoring them, Hobi nodded in my direction. “So-So, who’s your friend?”

“Oh, this is my best friend, Y/n. I’ve known her since we were kids.”

“That’s cool, nice to meet you,” Hobi said, extending his hand. I shook it, shyly nodding.

Jimin poured everyone drinks before we headed outside, the boys jostling each other as they joked around and making us girls giggle. We sat in some lawn chairs circled around a fire pit, where a few people were already roasting marshmallows and drinking. “Soyeon!” a girl with long, dark hair pulled into a ponytail exclaimed, throwing her arms around my bestie. “I missed you!”

“Missed you too, Shuhua. It’s only been what, a day?”

“Feels longer,” Shuhua mock-pouted before taking a seat on Jungkook’s lap. Leaning over his girlfriend, Jungkook gestured to a guy with silvery-purple hair who was holding the hand of a girl with blonde-streaked, dark hair and gorgeous, piercing eyes. “This is Namjoon, and his girlfriend, Minnie.”

Namjoon shook our hands with a smile. “Nice to meet you. Feel free to grab some roasting sticks and ‘mallows if you want.”

Another boy with dark hair and pale skin held his hand out as well. “I’m Yoongi. This is my girlfriend, Soojin.”

Soojin had to be one of the prettiest girls I’d ever seen. Her blonde hair cascaded down to her waist, and her red-lipsticked smile was sultry yet shy. “Yoongi sure is a lucky guy,” I thought while shaking their hands as well.

After introductions were finished, I sat down in a chair, pulling my bestie down with me. “Soyeon, all of these guys seem to be taken. You said you were bringing me here to meet someone,” I whispered.

“Patience,” she hissed back before her entire face lit up. “Oh my God, Miyeon! You look amazing!”

Soyeon got up and placed her hands on a girl’s shoulders. The girl must have just arrived. Her purse was still on her shoulder and a cup full of liquid was in her hand. “Thanks,” she said, giving Soyeon an up-down, her pretty brown eyes sliding slowly over my best friend’s body. “You look good too, Soyeon.”

Ah, so this was the famous Miyeon. Soyeon hadn’t shut up about her since the day they met, and tonight was supposed to be the night my best friend made her move.

“Ten bucks they hook up,” I heard Jungkook whisper, and I turned to shoot him a grin as the others snickered. Luckily, Soyeon and Miyeon were too caught up in each other to notice.

After a while of drinking and laughing, I was pleasantly buzzed and my best friend was slowly sliding one hand up Miyeon’s thigh while the other was intertwined between her fingers. Score one for Soyeon. From what she told me, Miyeon was girlfriend material.

The other couples were also getting cozy, and I suddenly felt a chill as I realized the closest thing I had to snuggle with was bare-ass air. This was fun, and I liked meeting new people, but I knew this kick-back was going to end up with everyone pairing off. Maybe I should just go home. Snuggle my blanket. Watch a movie. You know, my definition of fun.

“Beer pong anyone?” Taehyung asked suddenly, holding up a couple of ping pong balls.

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Part Two is here! 😏

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