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Joonie, if you are the God of Destruction, would you break my heart? ;(

"A man of culture said once <<Break my hole, not my heart>> *winks*"

-flirty boy Namjoon-

Heyooo Mochi💕 You said your Drabble requests are open and you want something for the hyung line🙈💗 That's why I wanted to ask if I could request something smutty for Namjoon with a innocence looking girlfriend but has such a dirty mind🙈 Maybe also with size kink and praise kink? I hope that's not too specific! Send love, Tipsy💜

Writing lyrics~

Kim Namjoon × reader;

"Dada~" you whimpered, trying to get the attention of your boyfriend, which was still not focused on you. How dared him? He've been busy all day long, writing lyrics , his work keeping him away of you. Your lips formed a pout, disappointment washing over you.

Stroking your pout on his neck, you crawled more into his lap, straddling his hips, positionating yourself exactly on his buldge, making him slightly jump. You smirked. "Dada- " you thought you got him then, but Namjoon was still not giving you even a glance.

You huffed and started to bounce into his lap "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!!!" rubbing yourself on the material of his thin shorts. Namjoon made a warning sound, coming from the back of his neck, a sound which was usually making your blood freeze in your veins. Well, this time, you wanted to tease him for not giving you your kisses and cuddles that you deserved.

"Dada, dada, dada!!!" you whimpered and whined, bouncing hard and fast, right on top of his buldge. "O-Oh!" you moaned when your boyfriend pushed you harder on his -now- big erection, holding your hips with a tight grip, that you were sure it will leave marks later.

"Such a dirty kitten you are, Y/N..." he whispered in your ear, using his tongue to touch your ear lobe, pulling it into his mouth to suck on it, making you close your eyes and lean into his well defined chest(NAMTIDDIES), a soft sound escaping your lips. "You couldn't wait for some hours for daddy to take care of you?" he asked you, rolling his hips on you, stimulating your clothed clitoris.

"Mmm..." you said. "D-Daddy I didn't mean to make you horny...I just wanted your attention- " you were cut of by Namjoon sliding two of his fingers into your mouth, which you imediately sucked on. His smirk grew wider. "Come on, little kitten. Don't play innocent, I know such a dirty girl you are for me and such a sucker for my cock, as well." You moaned only at his words, agreeing.

"Good girl." And without any other word, he pushed your wet panties aside, with the free hand and took out his huge cock. And yes, it was HUGE. He groaned when he felt your juices coaxing his tip, he couldn't wait more so he slid the full length of his thick and long cock inside your tight hole, making you almost jump out of his lap, moaning on his fingers.

"How about the princess to ride daddy while he is writing some lyrics?"

Author's note: with love !!💞

hi um i don’t know if requests are open right now, you can ignore this if they’re closed. but i was wondering if you could do a namjoon smut where the reader is being a cute little brat and bugging him while he’s on a call (sexually or non sexually , but i would appreciate if it ended in a smut!) thank you! ☺️ again i’m sorry if i bothered you or if requests aren’t open right now

"Yes, PD-nim! Yes, no, I actually- AH!" Namjoon let out a moan, when you pushed a hand inside of his shorts, grabing a hold of his huge member.

"What was that, Namjoon? Are you ok?" Bang PD asked through phone, making Namjoon curse under his breath.

He stared at you, who were proudly smirking at him, from between his thick thighs which were spreaded on the chair he was sitting on. His stare was not as satisfied as yours, an unspoken warning hanging between your two.

"Yes, PD-nim, I am just-....fuck!" He cursed, when you took out his member on one of his shorts legs holes and began on moving your thumb around the velvety tip. Namjoon closed his eyes in annoyence and pleasure. "D-Damn I cut myself again!" He lied, making you smirk and rise an eyebrow .

"Cutting onions again?" Asked Bang PD, knowing such a disaster Namjoon can be at cutting onions and in the kitchen. The man seemed to belive him, so you decided to play harder. Moving your hand up and down fast on his member, while pulling one of your breasts out of the lace bra you were wearing, only to tease him by playing with your hard nipple and squeezing the soft muscle into your palm, making your boyfriend go crazy and mad.

"Y-Yes. I really can't cook and Y/N left me alone in here, she went out with the girls." He lied again, making you only pull his pants down and place the tip of his cock inside of your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, receiving a shaky breath to leave his full lips.

Namjoon was trying his best to not moan at the phone, once more and staring at you, he covered the phone speaker and whispered to you. "You are in big trouble, princess!" causing your smirk to only grow wider.

"And what are you gonna do, daddy? I don't think you can do anything- "

You were cut off by a suddent move of his hips, pushing his cock deep into your neck, making you gag with force , eyes wide.

He kept your head in place when you wanted to pull his cock out, forcing you to take it even more, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. Grabbing a fist of your hair, he started to buckle his hips up into your mouth, pushing his cock deeper and deeper with every move, pressing your face on his pelvis, completly taking the air out of your lungs.

"You begged for my cock, darling. Now take it and keep quiet while I am taking this call!"

Author's note: To my baby anon!🥺💕 I am sorry for waiting that long, shame on me😔 I hope you like it👉🏾👈🏾

oh yay 😁 um can i please have really fluffy namjoon mafia!au where the reader (who’s rlly short cuz i’m really short, like 5’) comes home from shopping n she sneaks up behind him n jumps on his back n is all “rawr 🐯🥺 imma tiger” n it’s cute n stuff please? you don’t have to rush to do this you can finish the others first i can wait i promise! thank you ☺️ -🥺

He was busy talking at phone when you entered your shared house. Actually, he was always at phone. Making or taking calls, all about money and business stuff. You actually thought he is always giving the death sentence to another coward or traitor , every time he was talking at the phone.

You told that to him once. And he started to laugh, calling you cute and hugging you at his well defined chest, only to hear him saying: "Important business like killing someone isn't stuff to discuss at phone, babygirl."

I mean, he knew better. He is a mafia leader after all.

Letting your bags on the floor, careful to not make him notice you, you took off your coat and high heels and placed them on the granite dales floor, with a gentle and slowly move.

With the precision of a cat, you fixed your "targget" and starting to run to him, jumping over the couch, right on his back. "Rawwwwrrr!!!" You tried to sound fierce, but ended up meowing like a little cat, making Namjoon bite back a laugh, since he was having a serious call.

You started to bite on his ear, tugging on his ear lobe with your lips, pulling his hair softly, completly messing up his whole attire, making him groan in annoyence, a hidden smile playing on his lips.

"Alright, don't fail me!" He said and hanged up on the phone.

"Rawwwr!!!" You said once more, making him laugh. "What are you doing, kitten?" He was smiling bright, caressing your thighs who were wrapped around his waist from behind.

"I'm a tiger! Rawwwr!" You insisted, bitting his ear once more, making him flip you over the couch, turning around in your hold, making you blush of how close he was.

God, he is perfection.

"Oh, I am so scared!" He teased, caressing your hands and tangling your fingers with his making you pout. "You should be!" You insisted.

"Of my kitten? Never." He placed a delicate kiss on your lips.

Hi! Can I request the FILTHIEST thing you can muster with namjoon? If there’s creampie and impreg kink I’ll be over the moon

This was one of the nights, when he came back home, after a long day of work and a full week wherein he wasn't home so much and didn't have much time to spend with you. He found you on your shared bed, laying on your tummy, earphones on your head, a book in your hands and a pillow between your thighs.

You were slightly grinding on it, maybe without even realising, the sight of your white silk panties and your innocent posture, making Namjoon's blood run through his cock, hardening it, causing it to twitch into his pants.

With slow steps, he made his way towards the bed and , with a move full of grace, he hovered on top of you, his crotch pressed on the curve of your ass, making you gasp, his face close to your ear, where he took off your earphones.

"I missed you, Y/N..." he whispered, placing a kiss on the side of your neck, before taking out the pillow in between your thick thighs, throwing it on the floor, making you stare back at him, your lips parting slightly, wanting to question him, causing him to smile softly and press his lips on yours.

"Hush, baby... continue reading." He said, making your cheeks heat up and turn your head towards the book, bitting your bottom lip in anticipation. "Good girl..." he muttered in your ear, nibbling slightly at she soft flesh, pulling it into his mouth with a tight suck, causing your breath to incrase.

With a slow move, where he brushed your clit slightly with the knuckles of his veiny hand, Namjoon, pushed your panties aside, his breath being caught in his throat, of the sight of your juicy cunt. Trailing his thumb up and down your folds, he was bitting his full bottom lip, watching the digit getting coaxed in your essence. As for you, you were trying to not make any sound, knowing very well he demanded you to keep reading your book. Making a sound and showing him you are not focused on your reading, but on this thumb running up and down your clit would only make your daddy stop.

"Good girl." He praised you omce more, pushing his veiny cock into you, down to base, taking you from behind, the new, but so well known feeling of you wrapped around him, making him moan in pleasure and for you to bite back your own whimper, holding tighter on your book. Getting his hands under your shoulders, he laid flat on your back, one of his hands wrapping firmly around your throat, squeezing it in an attempt of choking you , while two fingers of his other hand finding their way into your mouth.

Throwing your head back, like that and resting his chin on top of your head, Namjoon stared to thrust into you with force, fucking you rough, his cock roughly pushing between your walls, making your eyes grow wide. Ok, this was new...

"I. fucking. missed. you." he groaned, with hoarse voice, sending shivers down your spine, his hips meeting your ass while his cock was pushing further and further into you, bringing you close to your climax, faster than ever. You could tell her was close too, feeling his member pulsing inside of you.

"Gonna fill you up so well, my whore. Gonna give you all of my seeds and breed you like a kitten in heats. You would be so beautiful, with my cum leaking from your tight hole, wouldn't you, my princess?"he asked, a smirk playing on his lips seeing your face controlled in pleasure, getting red.

"Mgh...yeth, dadfy" you tried to talk, between the urge of holding back your moans and his fingers pressing on your tongue. The fact he was choking you didn't help either. He growled, hearing such a needy mess he transformed you into. "Pathetic little whore." he mumbled in your hair, pressing a kiss of top of your head, his hips pushing into you with short but deep moves, making you see stars, the orgasm washing over you hard, making you drop your book and hold into his strong arms, a loud moan leaving your throat, the pleasure causing your walls to spasm around his cock, squeezing it so tight,

making him give you a beautiful creampie.

Author's note: sorry for waiting that much, annonnieeee!!!🥺💕I hope I fullfilled your fantasy ^^

Kim Namjoon Drabble Masterlist 📝

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Genre: Fluff 💜, Angst ☔️, Crack 💀, Horror 👻

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Pink In The Night ☔️ (internal angst)

Singularity

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Namjoon × Reader

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“Shit!” I huffed out as I had to climb the stairs up to the third floor and my poor lungs wouldn’t want to cooperate as always, “I forgot my water bottle at home again.”

“You can have mine, no problem!” a boy handed me his half filled plastic bottle.

I usually follow one rule while drinking water from other people’s bottles. I ask them if they touch their lips to the bottles opening while drinking and usually refuse to drink from the same bottle if they do.

That day, however, I didn’t have the mind to do that as I straight up uncapped the bottle to finish the whole thing in one go. When I looked up to say ‘thanks’ and ‘sorry’, he was already gone. As it was almost time for the next class, I supposed he hurried to get to his. I remembered the boy’s name to be Namjoon.

Namjoon was a boy I would often see in between classes. Sometimes we would nod, ask when the next class was or simply smile at each other. And then, we’d go our separate ways. I knew him just like that. I didn’t remember ever having a full conversation with him.

I didn’t see him again after that day. But I heard some rumors about him around the campus not long after. He was accused of saying something that sparked controversy. Since I didn’t know him in person I never expressed my opinion on the matter. But I had a lingering wish to meet him again, to return his empty plastic bottle that I still carry in my bag.

That wish came true when I finally saw him again.

He was having lunch at an empty table at the corner of the cafeteria. There was no one around so I walked up to him right away.

“I’m so sorry I could not return your bottle that day!” I had told him.

“What bottle?” He looked at me with genuine confusion.

I took out the said bottle from my bag to put on the table. Namjoon let out a chuckle at its sight. “You wanted to return this?”

“I know, it might not be a huge deal to you. But I literally can’t sleep in peace until I return what I borrow from someone else. Be it a pen or book or whatever.” I explained myself clearly to which Namjoon nodded and took the empty bottle off the table.

“I’ll take it back then.” He said, “Hope it gives you some peace.”

He shook his head slightly and laughed. For some reason, I felt overwhelmed seeing him laugh like that. His eyes completely vanished behind the wrinkles as he laughed. He looked so unreal. I couldn’t make up my mind why I was feeling that way at such a small act of someone I barely knew. But I had a feeling that it was a moment I would never witness again. I felt the need to capture it in a picture so that I could look at it whenever I wanted to.

However, I didn't take his picture that day. Instead I stood there for a while, enjoying the moment as it was. He didn’t invite me to sit next to him. I wished he did.

The next time I heard about Namjoon was from a group of friends talking about college in general. I wasn't minding their gossip until I heard them speak about him.

"Good grades aren't everything, you see!" One of them said, "you need to have a better character to not be kicked out of school like that."

I was shocked to find what happened to Namjoon regarding those rumors. As much as I wanted to interrupt their conversation, I couldn't bring myself to do so. Yet my heart couldn't believe a word of the dirty talks I heard around. Even though I wasn't a friend of his, neither was I an acquaintance, in my heart, I still pictured him as the smiling boy who had helped me at the time I needed it.

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Note: Inspired by a dream...

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Prompt(s):

84. “Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally, it’s just easier that way.”

Pairing(s): BestFriend!Namjoon x Reader

Genre(s): Angst, Fluff (maybe just a little)

Summary: Joon hasn’t seen his best friend Y/N in a while, even skipping their daily morning coffee dates. Deciding to check on her, he finds there may be more than a supposed ‘cold’ keeping them apart. How do you love someone that’s too afraid to be loved?

Warning(s): some allusion to toxic relationships (romantic and platonic), fear of being vulnerable, depression, ptsd

Word Count: 3k

It wasn’t like you to skip out on daily morning coffee. In fact, you had been quite vocal about it being the only thing to get you through the day; the dismal clouds parting above your head as the caffeine descends your throat and warms your veins in a way that can only be described as pure euphoria. Then, there was also Namjoon’s more than satisfactory company, to which he would counter is better than any warm drink could ever be and you didn’t have the heart to convince him otherwise.

These were two things, two whole things, that gave you reason to get up in the morning despite the ache in your soul and the dull stab in your heart. So why were you making yourself more miserable by denying yourself even that smallest bit of sanctuary?

It’s an easy question to ask and a frustratingly difficult one to answer. In retrospect, shouldn’t you be elated to have a wonderful escape, though minute as it was, from the never ending war of thoughts in your mind? Namjoon is your best friend, admittedly only friend, and he’d never wronged you in any way, shape, or form. In fact, he always understands your silent breakdowns and internal battles, never once questioning or judging. And yet, here you are, not only punishing yourself, but punishing him as well.

A light buzz interrupted your thoughts, pressing pause on the inner monologue to turn over in your disheveled bed. Pushing the covers away from your face, you grab the device discarded on the bedside table. Thinking back, you should’ve just turned the thing off if you didn’t want to talk to him, but even after ignoring him for the last six calls and messages, you couldn’t find it in yourself to completely cut him off.

Even in the darkest recesses of your mind, tainted by evil thoughts, a piece of you reached forward, searching for the tiny light of Namjoon despite the protests from the negative space. He is reminiscent the sun, whether you hate or love it each day, it’s always there, just like him.

Joonie💜:

-I know you don’t feel up to anything today, but please take care of yourself. I’m a call or text away if you need anything❤️

In spite of yourself, you crack the slightest smile at the message. Being the first one you’d opened in the last 3 hours, you were both relieved and regretful. You know Joon would never impose or push you to share the thoughts and feelings that plague your soul. You’d simply waved his concern off with a small fib of a cold keeping you from your daily routine.

A part of you knows his earlier messages may convey his suspicions of the sudden ailment, but seeing this last one, he’s either finally accepted it or just doesn’t want to pry. It’s the knowledge of the false truth, as simple as it may seem, that sends a swirl of upset through your gut.

You and Joon are as close as close can be and one thing you promised each other was to always be honest. Truth is incredibly important to Joon, important to you as well, and yet, the urge to indulge in this cardinal sin of your friendship won over.

It felt like an awful pattern, one you have been desperate to be free from. No matter how hard you try move on from the past, the negative thoughts, the toxicity of it all, it seems like it always follows, attracted as if centered in your own gravitational pull.

It was the smallest thing that set it off, a grain of sand in a vast ocean that sent tidal waves the size of skyscrapers crashing into your resolve. A simple brush of a hand pulling forth images of past events once thought forgotten. A black and white silent film of horrors replaying over and over again no matter how many times you tried to turn it off.

A glimpse of your father leaving you and your mother in tears, a flash of your first real boyfriend breaking your heart, a shot of your once best friend using those darkest secrets against you. Every person you’d ever been close to in life had found a way to inflict pain. The constant sting of the knife as you let your walls down only made them rebuild higher each time.

It was pure accident you’d managed to let Namjoon in in the first place, and he rooted so well behind those walls you’d thought it would all be different this time. No one had ever stayed this long, been real and honest this long, made you truly happy this long.

And no matter how many times you told the monster in your head that ‘he’s different,’ ‘he’d never do that to you,’ ‘he really cares,’ it reminded you just how many times those same things had been uttered of others. A father would never do that, yet he did. The seemingly love of your life was different from him, and yet he wasn’t. Your best friend truly cares, but she really didn’t. You’ve always been proven wrong; painfully and wholly wrong.

Instead of waiting around for Namjoon to prove himself just like them, deciding to cut your losses before the blow could build felt like the better alternative. To see him turn into the mold of everyone who hurt you before, you decided, would be worse than pushing away and cutting all ties. Instead of waiting for the impending heartbreak to crash into you, you’d drive into it head on and get it over with.

The worst part is the lie. Not the little white lie of a cold, but the lie that he believes you’ll come back to him. That this ‘cold’ will run it’s course and you’ll both be back to the way it was. You’d meet at the coffee shop on Main and he’d walk you home and spend the rest of the day chatting and laughing like normal; everything would be okay. He was none the wiser that those days were over; that you’d be gone from his life without any explanation.

It hurt. More than anything you’d ever felt before.

The last rays of sunshine filtered through the blinds hanging dully in the windows for mere seconds before disappearing behind the dark cast of the night sky.

You still hadn’t left the bed.

Just as you were about to close your eyes and give in to the sweet release of sleep, a knock reverberated throughout the tiny apartment. Your phone had long since died and you felt no urge to revive it, the forewarning of a late night visit unbeknownst to you. Eyes focused on the ceiling, you waited for the silence to span enough time to signal their leave, but the knocks only repeated, almost urgent this time.

The lack of food, water, and movement from the day spent wallowing in bed hazed your mind, and after what felt like the hundredth knock, you rose stiffly from the covers. Joints hissing and cracking as you engaged in the first bit of physical activity in the past 24 hours, you almost tipped over as the blood quickly rushed to your head, making it spin.

Not being able to form any fluent or cohesive thoughts, you wandered aimlessly through the dark apartment until reaching the door handle. You didn’t even bother peeking through the peephole, simply pulling the door until it jerked back from the still-latched chain and squinted out into the bright hallway.

Your eyes immediately adjusted to stare into the dark pair of eyes of the person you’d vowed to quit cold turkey. As he took you in, his face paled, features dropping as if he was staring into the face of death.

“I know you want to be alone right now, but please, don’t shut me out.”

His voice was hoarse, choked with emotions your fogged brain couldn’t comprehend. Refusing to lift the latch and allow him entrance, you stood still, not sure how to react, as your brain slowly processed what was happening.

Namjoon didn’t make any move to force himself inside, to push you to let him in. Instead, he kept your gaze focused on him as he assessed you. Wrinkled sweats and a hoodie that looked like they’d been slept in for multiple days wrapped messily around your small frame. Your hair a tangled, matted nest told him you hadn’t had a proper shower in a while. The skin around your eyes dark purple and sunken in, flesh a pale, sickly hue that scared him.

Namjoon was no fool, he knew what a cold looked like on you, and this was not right. In his gut, he knew since that day, that something had snapped within you.

It started out innocent enough, as he walked you home from the bookstore you’d frequented together. He had carefully brushed his hand against yours, heart aching to slip your fingers into his and hold on tight. Joon hadn’t truly realized his feelings had crossed from platonic to romantic until it hit like a freight train an hour prior.

Standing in the window of the store reaching skywards for a book that caught your eye, he’d graciously grabbed the book for you with a laugh, admiring your effort even though it was much too high. When he chanced a look down at you as he handed off the object of your struggle, he caught that gleam in your eye as you smirked at him. The light of the setting sun formed a soft orange halo that enveloped every curve and dip of your body in a radiant glow. 

He was entranced, watching your fingers flip through the pages cautiously, face warmed by the sun, cheeks tinged an adorable light pink. You looked like an angel sent directly from the heavens above and it stole his breath away.

Namjoon’s friendship with you is his most prized possession. In that moment his heart yearned for more, but his mind told him that if he pushed too hard, he’d lose you. In the simplest of hand brushes, he thought he’d be able to convey to you in a subtle, careful way what he was feeling in that moment, hoping and praying deep down you felt the same.

It all shattered when he saw that gleam in your eyes dim, flushed cheeks devoid of their once healthy glow, as if you’d been touched by a ghost. His heart broke into a million little pieces, sensing deep down he had likely dismantled everything you’d ever built together with the most innocent of gestures.

A needle brought down the entire haystack.

At first, your excuse of illness didn’t perturb him. It wasn’t until day three that he knew his instincts were right; that something more serious was going on. When you ghosted him all day, he thought, for a brief moment, you might be gone. It sent him into a frenzy that led to racing up the steps of your building panicked, pounding harshly on your door until he could confirm with his own eyes you were here. That you were okay.

Only, that wasn’t what was confirmed to him at all once he saw you. Your body may physically be here, but it looked like your soul, your whole being, had dissipated and left nothing but a walking husk in its wake. If anything, seeing you right now only made him all the more terrified.

Namjoon may be your closest friend, but that did not make him privy to your darkest thoughts. One didn’t, however, need to be explicitly told of the sorrows you’d endured, but need only to experience how you interacted with the world around you.

He saw it in the little things, like how you’d shut down after seeing a happy family in public.

Or how the mentions of finding a boyfriend from his friends when he’d managed to get you to hang out would cause you to excuse yourself and avoid contact afterwards.

Most importantly, it was in the way that no matter how close the two of you seemed to get, he was never allowed into the deepest parts of your mind, to let him share the burden or see the truth that lay inside of you.

He had all the warning signs, yet his heart was selfish and greedy, wanting a piece of you he knew you kept locked away, and it was that longing for more that took it all away.

Namjoon would take it back if he could.

“Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don’t take it personally, it’s just easier that way.” 

The words slipped out before you had the mind to just shut the door and pretend it never happened. Your throat was dry, coarse, and it translated into the rough tone of your voice. You didn’t even recognize it as your own as it rang through the still air.

Eyes glued to the dirty carpeting of the landing, you couldn’t find the strength to look him in the eyes again. The longer you stood there, mere inches of wood separating you, the harder it got to hold your resolve. It was easy to keep away when he wasn’t there to remind you of all of the reasons to stay and fight.

The silence was deafening, neither party knowing the right thing to say, if there even was anything ‘right’ to say in the first place. If you couldn’t be honest with yourself, how could you ever expect to be honest with Namjoon?

Running away, leaving, abandoning things. That was the only course of action you’d ever bore witness to when it came to relationships. If it was so easy for your father, your boyfriend, your best friend, to leave you, why was it so difficult for you to leave Namjoon?

The salty taste in your mouth gave way to the tears that flowed freely down your face, even though you hadn’t given them consent to do so. You didn’t want him to see you like this, so broken at your own undoing. 

As much as a part of you wanted to blame Joon, to say that this was his fault, you knew it wasn’t. As much as you wanted to blame the past, the monstrous characters that shaped your negative outlook on the world, you didn’t.

It must have been, and always will be, your fault.

If everyone in your life leaves, the only constant factor, is you. There must be something wrong with you that forces people out, makes it easier for them to walk away. 

Like the second a bomb goes off, the realization that all the pain you’d endured: the wars waged in your mind, the destruction of yourself and the life you tried to salvage, could all be self-inflicted tore apart every fiber of your being with the initial blast.

For so long you’d chalked the misfortune up to bad luck; ill-fate. You were a victim of circumstance. Yet now all you could see was yourself at the root of every disaster. 

Suddenly drowning a the sea of self-deprecating thoughts, the weight of your body felt like a ton of bricks with which you no longer had the strength to support. 

Falling to your knees, you didn’t realize you had, at some point, subconsciously unlatched the door, until warm, strong arms caught you in your dissent. 

They held you as you cried; a loud, ugly cry, that had your inner-self cringing. It couldn’t be helped, though, and you no longer cared as you let the sobs wrack every part of you. The only thing anchoring you being the man you tried so desperately to push away.

His soft ‘shs’ combined with the soft glide of his hand in your hair calmed you despite the circumstances. You were a complete and utter mess.

And yet, Namjoon was still here.

After the stress you’d put him through, the lies, the ghosting, the cold shoulder, he remained constant, steady throughout the storm. He didn’t walk away when things got difficult, he didn’t blame you, he didn’t hurt you.

He is here, holding you, telling you it’s going to be okay.

The small part of you, the dark piece tainted by the negativity, had quietly retreated within you. The tiny hand reaching out for Namjoon’s light had prevailed. That film inside your brain burned away like acid as a new one began production. One in bright, saturated color; full of all the wonderful things you’ve experienced life with Namjoon.

Coffee dates, movie nights, grocery runs at 3 a.m.

Bad jokes, boisterous laughter, warm blankets.

Tight hugs, pinky promises, your best friend.

“I’m right here. I’ll always be right here,” he whispers through tears. He’s holding you tightly, despite the part of his mind screaming at him that this is what got him into trouble in the first place. His deep, innate need to protect you, to hold you, won over any worries he had of pushing you further away. When he felt your arms wrap tightly around him, face nuzzling into his chest, he knew he’d made the right choice.

In the end, it wasn’t space that would heal your heart, but closeness. You’d been so scared of him leaving, you tried to force him away, when he wanted nothing more than to keep you close. 

Finally, you realized that Namjoon was the only person who has ever stayed. He’d had plenty of time to walk away, been given a multitude of opportunities to excuse himself from your life, yet he never did. 

He rode out everything you’d thrown at him. 

As you both sat there, tear-streaked messes holding each other as if your lives depended on it, you knew that this storm had passed. Despite any damage it had caused, with Namjoon by your side, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t be repaired.

Letting a person in when you’ve been broken so many times is not easy and it never will be. A part of you will always be wary that one day something will change, that you might eventually wake up and be on your own again. It is a part of dealing with the trauma you’ve faced.

While Namjoon can never ‘fix’ the ‘broken’ parts of you, he will be there to show you new, beautiful parts of yourself that have long gone overlooked. To be the shoulder you can cry on, the ear you can confide to, the heart you can someday love without reserve.

It’s never been about putting the pieces back together, tearing the walls down, or proving the past wrong.

Namjoon’s only wish is to be there for you in any way you let him, to be himself, and live life with the person he cares about the most. 

So, he’ll be there through every pitfall, every tear, every laugh, every smile, because to Namjoon, every part of you is worth sticking around for. Always. 

“Thanks for not leaving.”

[ Namjoon & Domestic AU ] -

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes 🥺

Masterlist

Namjoon is a simple man. He takes his coffee black. He prefers granary to wholemeal and he knows he’ll marry you one day. 

Saturday afternoons are for visiting the supermarket. Namjoon backtracks down the aisles to pick up the things you have forgotten without complaint. When he returns, he finds you trying to pull something from the highest shelf. He watches you struggle for a moment, almost falling from your toes as you desperately reach whatever it is that you’re after.  He could stretch his arm and take it himself, but instead, he places his hands securely on your waist and lifts you upwards. The little sound of surprise that escapes from your mouth stirs a warm feeling in his chest, but the sound of your laughter as he sets you down, laundry detergent in hand, has him wishing your wedding day around sooner.  

When you’re too inundated with last-minute work to go with him, he takes the grocery list left on the countertop and goes to the store alone. Namjoon smiles to himself halfway along the vegetable aisle. In between green beans and broccoli, there is a note to say you love him. He has old lists folded between the banknotes in his wallet, all written in your handwriting, all with his name at the bottom, i’s dotted with hearts. 

Sundays are set aside for restoring some sort of order to your apartment. Namjoon wrestles with the corners of your freshly laundered bedsheets. He laughs as he watches you raise them to your nose to smell floral detergent clinging to the cotton. He dusts in the places he knows you can’t reach, waters the plants that are hung too high. Your apartment might not be the biggest, but he feels too far away even from one room to the next and every now and then pauses what he is doing to find you. He places delicate kisses on your mouth, or kisses you breathless, before disappearing again. He likes to complain about the too-sweet vanilla candle burning in the kitchen, but he knows he will miss it when it is gone. 

When it comes to cooking dinner, he lets you take the lead. Even after all this time together, you haven’t been able to improve his culinary skills beyond boiling water. But he is on hand to top up your wine glass and skip through the songs you don’t want to hear on your playlist. He stands behind and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you stir whatever it is on the stove. 

Namjoon insists on washing the dishes whilst you rest. He makes a mess most of the time, sloshing water onto the kitchen floor, sending soap suds across the room at you. Even when you know it is coming, you’re unable to escape from his wet, soapy hands as he reaches for the sides of your face to hold you still. It is messier still – water dripping down your neck and onto your shirt, but he places lingering kisses on your skin and the water soaking into your shirt is almost entirely forgotten about.

On weekdays, when he returns home in the early hours of the morning after a particularly busy day at work, he moves through your apartment as quietly as he possibly can. Namjoon knows he is clumsy, sometimes he is all thumbs and sends his keys flying across the kitchen, or stumbles over the corner of the carpet, but at three am, when he knows you are sleeping, he moves carefully. He finds you on the sofa, a coffee cup half empty on the table and he supposes that you must have tried to wait up for him. He is even more cautious as he slips his hands around your waist – it is awkward and certainly untidy enough to shake you awake, but he manages to lift you into his arms. He hears a soft huff against his ear and feels you shift slightly as he starts towards your bedroom and he wonders whether he had woken you after all. After a moment, your body settles back onto his chest, maybe he had disturbed you, but you curl into him and let him believe that he hasn't.