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CAPTURE OF TWO ── bts.

SUMMARY: things go to shit when you get in an argument with the boys and you go missing after you leave. worst part of it all? you’re pregnant

GENRE: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

NOTE: im a sucker for the whole angst to comfort like… YES feed me!! especially when they’re overprotective even more because mc is pregnant? 🤭 FERAL

EXTRA NOTE: p.s. this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here) but it can be read as a standalone 🩵

“No, you guys haven’t been paying attention to me at all. It’s like as soon as I became pregnant, that’s all you wanted me for.”

You were currently stressed, your hands rubbing your belly up and down as you eyed the boys in their home office, each of them—except Jin who wasn’t there—starting to get stressed due to your words.

You were hormonal, they knew that. And you were right. They hadn’t been paying attention to you at all. But it wasn’t their fault at all when they were busy with both work, and they were all tired, mentally.

“Y/n, this is not the time for you to be like that,” Yoongi spoke first, a sigh escaping his lips as he eyed his work in front of him. You frowned at hearing the name.

“I get you guys are stressed but—”

“No, you don’t get it,” Taehyung stressed after, eyes slightly glaring at your figure and you rubbed your belly out of comfort, knowing that the piled up work was getting to them. But still, they shouldn’t be taking it out on you. “Look, just… leave us alone.”

“I’m just talking to you guys,” you said with your throat starting to close up due to their obvious aggression and annoyance. “All I want is your guys’ attention. I know with how much you’re dealing with but I’m pregnant. I need to be your top priority, not only me. Your son—”

“Y/n,” a stern voice had you snapping your neck to look at the culprit and your gaze fell once you saw Jimin’s own glare. He never called you by your name. It was always a pet name that varied from his usual; flower or baby. Never your first name. “Leave us alone. We do not have time for other things when our business is being fucking threatened. You cannot be our first priority. In the meantime, stay in your room. Do not bother.”

His words stung. No, his words stabbed you over and over again. You are a sensitive person and have been since the very beginning of your relationship. They took care of you so well so you didn’t have to worry about feeling like a burden. Well, now that changed.

You sighed and your shoulders slumped. “Don’t bother coming for dinner. I’ll be up in the room.”

You shut the door behind you harshly, letting them know, letting all of them know, that their words and actions hurt you.

You sighed and you smiled sadly at your maid who had been waiting outside, the woman watching you with furrowed brows. She was a few years older than you but she took care of you so well and was there for you 24/7 so your pregnancy would be a bit easier. How funny it is that now your pregnancy wasn’t easy because the ones—or one—who got you pregnant weren’t there for you.

“Are you okay?” She asked, touching your arm. You shrugged and blinked away the tears, your own annoyance starting to fuel you. “Here, we should go on our walk.”

“Is it okay if I can go on alone?” Your question caused her to frown unsurely, not knowing if she should agree or not. But, she saw how you fidgeted, hand rubbing your belly. She sighed.

“Be careful, Miss,” she softly said, the two of you walking side by side towards the kitchen so you could go to the backyard. “I’ll give you your snacks in a bit.”

You smiled at her kindness and gave her a side-hug. “Thank you. I’ll come in, though, in half an hour so don’t worry about coming out.”

You walked away as soon as the woman nodded in agreement, a sigh escaping your lips once you found your way to the usual bench Jimin and Jin confessed their feelings to you. You eyed your stomach, fingertips slightly grazing the material covering it.

“Your dads are being jerks right now,” you whispered as if you were sharing a secret with your unborn child. You felt a brief kick and smiled as you took it as confirmation your son agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I get how hard they work. I mean, they have their company that hides their second job and they’re all in charge of both so it’s stressful but, you’re very hard to carry and make my emotions go everywhere. I just want them to love me like how they loved me in the beginning.”

“And who made you think that way?” You smiled a bit at hearing the familiar voice and turned to look at Jin. He smiled at you and loosened his tie, sitting next to you. “Hi, angel.”

“Hi, Jin,” you hummed in satisfaction as he gave you a kiss, rubbing your belly with such love and adoration. “How was the trip?”

“Fuck work talk,” he waved off before sitting up. “Now, what’s this conversation you were having with our kid?”

You sighed and sadly smiled at him, eyes looking away from his. You shrugged. “I told the guys that… I haven’t felt like I have been their first priority and it’s been hard especially after you left because it feels like they don’t care about me.”

“Ay, jagi,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead. “Is that why you’re out here?” You nodded. “What did they tell you after you talked to them?”

“That I can’t be their first priority and Jimin sent me to my room and told me to stay there so l wouldn’t bother them,” you breathed out as if sharing it out loud pained you. “I get it, like I said. I get I’m not going to be your first—”

“But that’s the thing,” Jin cut you off, a frown etched on his face. “Sorry for cutting you off, but you’re our first priority. Always. Yeah, we work but it doesn’t mean, though, that you don’t first regardless if you’re pregnant and come first and I’m sorry we have made you feel that way.”

You smiled at his words. That’s all the reassurance you’ve been wanting for the past few days. You knew that if he had stayed home, he would’ve scolded the fuck out of the others for ignoring you. Pregnant or not, they chose to have you in their lives and they love you with their entire beings. Now you have a blessing in you and they knew they needed to be there for you even more.

“I love you,” you said, receiving the same words back and more kisses. You looked over your shoulder. “Are you gonna go talk to them?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “Need to scold them for just… throwing you away. It’s not right of them. I know they’re stressed but it’s not good for them to take it out on you.” You nodded along with him and he admired how you looked; so ethereal under the beaming sunset that painted the sky with a variation of colors. How he wished he could stay with you, but he knew he needed to set things straight. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Mhm, okay,” you closed your eyes, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as usual. He spared you one look before walking away, making sure your bodyguards were looking after you.

He walked upstairs, bowing his head towards staff, and barged into the room that had the other 6 in.

“So,” he started, a glare settling on his face as he eyed every single person, “why did I just hear that you guys haven’t been putting Y/n first?”

“We don’t have time for that, Jin,” Jimin groaned out, hands running themselves into his hair, softly pulling on the strands. “Work is—”

“Work can wait,” Jin snapped, hands finding themselves on his hips. “Our fiancé is pregnant. She’s carrying our child. She is carrying a baby that’s turning as big as a watermelon and here you guys are stressing her out. She is your first priority. Your job comes second. Poor her was outside by herself because she felt unwanted and she believes that she isn’t first priority, but she didn’t think you’ll show her she isn’t. Grow up, all of you.”

At the end of his speech, a sudden look of realization replaced their stoic expressions. It was almost as if their rude attitude was done by magic and Jin’s words were the kiss that needed to be given in order to break it. God, he was right. They should’ve had you as their first priority. You are carrying a child you and them had agreed on having since you guys had believed it was time. But no, they made you feel like shit.

“Where is she?” Jimin rushed out, standing up from his chair as he lifted up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

“She was in the garden waiting for you all.”

Jimin and the rest nodded simultaneously almost as if they were puppets. They followed behind one another, almost tripping by the stairs as they ran towards you. Jin followed close behind but he hovered above the group as to give you guys time.

Jimin was the first one to arrive at the garden. His chest was heaving up and down but his gaze ran itself throughout the open place with furrowed brows once he didn’t see you. His eyes ran everywhere through the garden.

“Where is she?” He questioned, turning to look at Jin over his shoulder. The latter man shrugged softly.

“Let me ask her maid…” Jin mumbled and he did so. He turned to look at the woman who was staring at them. “Is Y/n in her room?”

“No,” she shook her head. “She was still in the place you left her at. I didn’t see her come in.”

Panic.

That’s all everyone felt.

They immediately dispersed, making sure to look at you in every room of the house and every open space in the yard.

Hoseok, who was close by the back of the house, eyed the bodies on the floor, those of his guards and yours. He placed two fingers on the side of their necks, checking for a pulse, and he sighed in relief when he felt movement, knowing full well that if they had died you wouldn’t forgive yourself. He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, calling Namjoon. His head swerved side to side, small pants coming out of his mouth as if he had just ran a marathon. He was desperate and he was feeling the desperation seeping through him once he saw blood not so far from his place.

“Did you find her?” Namjoon’s voice was heard.

Hoseok sighed, running a hand through his hair. “The guards are down. Bleeding from their heads and obviously unconscious. There’s blood on the floor and it’s not theirs.”

There was silence and he could hear Namjoon telling the news to the others since he was near them.

“Check to see if her ring is pinging anywhere,” he instructed to a guard, all of the boys now watching their men hurriedly go check if they could find you somewhere on cameras or check your ring’s location.

“Do you think they’ll hurt her?” Hoseok asked, watching some of the guards come get the unconscious ones for urgent care.

“Let’s hope that it’s not as bad and will be an experience like last time,” Namjoon sighed, suggesting towards the time you got kidnapped by someone who hated you but, thankfully, you had been taken care of by your kidnappers since you had given them life advice. They still worked for you after the boys had hired them for taking care of you.

“Hopefully…”

You, on the other hand, were bored and it’s not to be a different type of person after being kidnapped but you really were. You had taken a nap and it seemed as though a rookie gang had taken you away considering that your jewelry was still on. Though, you did get hit in the face and your nose and lip were bleeding. Thankfully, they had enough morals to know not to touch your stomach in any way.

Your eyes were set on your tummy in which your son was in because although you were bored, it didn’t stop the fact you were worried about your baby.

“She hasn’t said anything,” you heard someone mumble and you breathed in through your nose, wincing at feeling the weird sensation of dry blood on your face. “Did we kill her?”

“No, idiot, she’s just still.”

“Look, I don’t know who you are,” you started, “but let me go. You don’t want to finish what you started and that’s kidnapping me.” The two frowned at your words. “Just because you have me doesn’t mean Bangtan is going to give you whatever you want. They’re going to find you.”

“That sounds very ominous…” One of them mumbled as if you wouldn’t be able to hear. You quietly groaned, shaking your head.

“Look, you guys are young,” you pointed out, noticing their features under the white light, “and you probably think you’re all that because hey, you just kidnapped Bangtan’s wife, respect. But no. They will turn your bones into dust and somehow pass it off as drugs so please, let me go for your sake.”

“Um, should we call the boss in?” They questioned each other and you mentally facepalmed. “We should call him in.”

“I agree.”

You watched them leave and you rolled your eyes, glancing at your stomach. “I’m gonna curse, and mom’s sorry, but they’re stupid as fuck.”

A kick was given to you and you hummed, fully knowing that he was agreeing with you. You waited and waited and it took a bit longer for two guys to get the man in charge.

“You know,” the man strides forward towards you and you looked away. Though, you couldn’t do much as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. He inspected your face and the pad of his thumb wiped away the blood from your lip. You winced, “it’s very rude to call my men stupid.”

“You forgot ‘as fuck’,” you pointed out and he snorted, dropping your head.

“Here I thought you were going to be so nice just like how everyone talked about,” he commented and you glared at him, eyes burning holes through his head. You immediately jerked away as his hand grabbed your stomach. “I’m guessing the sudden change of attitude has to do with this one here, huh?”

“Leave my stomach alone, you ass,” you spat out and he snickered, backing away with his hands up on the air.

“No need to be so uptight.”

“You’re literally talking to a fucking pregnant woman,” you pointed, gesturing to your stomach with your head. “My feet are aching, my ankles are swollen, and my back fucking hurts. I don’t have time to be nice to someone who literally kidnapped me from my home.”

“You know,” he dismissed your words, “I wonder whose baby this is because, I mean, you sleep with 7 men!” His exclamation caused some of his men near to laugh even though it wasn’t humorous. “Is it Namjoon’s?” He saw your calm composure. “Seokjin’s?” Nothing. “Yoongi’s?”

“Just so you know,” you started, “I don’t even know whose it is. We didn’t care about that just as long as our baby is safe.”

“Is it a girl?” The man immediately asked, a small smile on his face as he hoped to know. Everyone in their type of business wanted to know because, after all, the boys business would be given to their next of kin. “Or is it a boy?”

No reaction.

And safe to say, the man was impressed. Whether you were taught or shown not to show emotion, he didn’t care, he was just impressed. You didn’t showcase any type of reaction that would alert him of the right answer.

“I’m just going to tell you,” you sighed, tilting your head to the side to look at the man, “you’re going to die. You know why?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Your stupid men,” you began, a sarcastic smile forming on your lips as you were beyond irritated, “forgot to get rid of my jewelry. You know why the jewelry is important?” No answer. “Well, because, it has a tracker on it so I’ve been missing for an hour or two, I’ll estimate their arrival in a minute or so.”

The man’s eyes quickly widened at the revelation of the jewelry. He growled angrily, grabbing the men that were with you in the beginning and made them kneel.

“You stupid fucks!” He exclaimed angrily. “I’ve taught you so many fucking times to get rid of jewelry, anything. I’ve been teaching you this.”

“We forgot!” One of them yelled. “It wasn’t relevant in the moment. Look, look, when they come, just point the gun at her and their baby. Use them as leverage!”

“You better not,” you squinted your eyes at them before wincing once the one in charge slapped you to shut you up. You groaned a bit and frowned. “That was so unnecessary.”

“Why couldn’t we kidnap one of the boys?”

“Because they would kill you before you could even touch them,” you pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing.

“She has a mouth on her,” the man who slapped you sighed, pinching the skin of his forehead while his other hand was placed on his hip. He was pacing at this point, glancing to your jewelry once in a while by going behind you. “Fuck, tell all of our men to—”

All four of you jumped at hearing gunshots and yells. It was comical seeing the way their postures changed, but you knew to patiently wait so you just pursed your lips, watching them run around to get their guns.

“I told you,” you breathed out, staying in place. You felt the rope binding your lips slightly digging and burning into the skin of your wrists, and you looked at the door. “Can I be let go now?”

“Do not let her go.”

Yeah, they were dead.

You sat, fidgeting in your seat as your butt started to hurt. You don’t know how long you’ve been there, but it was enough to make your butt hurt and your shoulders ache from having your arms behind your back.

“Do not come inside!” The man not in charge yelled and they quieted down once they heard silence. They’re just hoping that they’re on the other side listening, knowing what’s best for them.

“And why should we?” They heard a voice and you shivered as you came to listen to Namjoon’s stoic tone. He was always so scary when he was serious.

You heard a clicking sound and saw a gun placing itself on your stomach. You gulped nervously.

“We currently have a gun placed where your child is in,” the man in charge taunted as if his hands weren’t shaking.

Namjoon could simply let out a dark chuckle before he opened the door, his eyes immediately finding your own scared ones. He saw how you were holding yourself, hiding away any emotion that would give your captors satisfaction in creating. You were bleeding from your nose and lip, and he, along with Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok, glared at the men.

“Put the gun down,” Namjoon instructed, his brows furrowed together.

Jimin’s eyes met yours and he felt his heart by his chest beating erratically. He was pissed, angry, at who dared kidnap you and he was angry at himself for even allowing himself to yell at you. You were always such an angel to them and would give them their space, and you would overthink. And instead of reassuring you, he yelled at you and proved your point.

“No, no!” The man yelled, before bringing the gun closer to Namjoon’s face. “This is your—”

But the man didn’t even get the chance to talk furthermore because Jungkook quickly shot him, anger fuming in his veins at simply the thought of you and their child hurt.

“Get those two,” Namjoon demanded over his shoulder to the men that work for them. They nodded and grabbed the men cowering away in the corner, yells escaping the men’s mouths as they knew they most likely wouldn’t come out alive out of wherever they were being taken to.

The rest of the boys appeared once Hoseok freed you, Jimin was heading towards you, wanting to embrace you. Though, you latched yourself onto Jin since you had assumed the others were still mad despite them saving you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, asking the question everyone was wondering. You nodded and grabbed the handkerchief he passed you, wiping away the new blood seeping from the wound on your lip.

“I’m okay,” you leaned on him. “They just hit me on the face. They didn’t get to touch Baby.”

“Flower—”

Before Jimin or the others could utter a word, Jin had passed you to some of your bodyguards to take you to get cleaned up. He also wanted to make sure you and the baby were okay so he quickly made a call to your personal doctor to come check you.

“We didn’t have time to apologize,” Jungkook frowned, such guilt flashing across his face.

“Look, you can do that after,” Yoongi reasoned, eyeing your figure being taken away while they remained back to deal with the bodies. “Right now, she has to make sure our baby is okay. Got it?”

The youngest ones all simultaneously agreed and Jimin sighed, glancing at your figure in the car, and looking away.

You didn’t want to talk to them right now. After all, what you went through wasn’t very easy and even if you didn’t get badly hurt, it was still a traumatizing event that obviously stressed you out.

“It seems the baby is okay,” your doctor smiled at you as she took off her gloves. You could still hear the heartbeat if your son and the way he was fixing his hair. It was a sight to see and you already want him to be in your arms. “He’s still healthy as ever.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I was so stressed I assumed it was damaging the baby.”

“You can be stressed,” your doctor stood over you as you wiped the gel away from your stomach, “but you can’t be overly stressed every day at every moment because then will the baby be affected.”

“Well, thank you for coming here at such late notice,” you gave her an embarrassed look, a sheepish smile overtaking your lips. “So, baby boy is healthy, just fussy.”

“Seems like he’s overprotective of his mother,” your doctor smiled, giving you some ultrasound pictures she had taken. “He can sense you so it’s no surprise if he is like that knowing you were in a dangerous situation.”

You smiled a bit and sighed, nodding. “Thank you again.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in your next appointment, okay?”

You nodded and followed after her, ignoring the looks the 7 boys were throwing at you. You waved your doctor off, hand waving side to side, as you eyed your baby’s pictures. It’s crazy to know he has a fluff of hair already, he accidentally flipped your doctor off, and he had gotten hiccups. You’re having a baby and it’s going to be great and you wish it will be great forever.

“So, how’s the baby…?” You turned around and awkwardly smiled at Jungkook and the others.

“He’s okay…” the silence pained you and you couldn’t bear the awkwardness. “I’m going to go lie down.”

Your eyes met Jimin’s and you saw the look of guilt that crossed his face. You immediately looked away and headed towards the guest room, grabbing a couple of fluffy pillows and making a little nest so you can be comfortable.

You laid there for a bit, a sigh escaping your lips. You turned to the other side, away from the door, and looked down at the pictures.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there but you just stayed there. Though, you heard a small knock on the door and heavy footsteps coming into the room.

“Flower,” you hummed a bit and felt Jimin sit beside your figure before fully lying next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, palm meeting the swell of your stomach. “I’m sorry for yelling at you, for insulting you, for waving off your problems. I’m sorry. I messed up and I know I did. I’m not going to make you feel bad in order to forgive me. I’ll just be here and listen to you because we all realized that we could lose you and that’s the scariest part in this whole entire business of ours.”

“It took you to almost lose me in order to realize that?” Your lip jutted out to showcase your sadness, tears coming to blur your eyesight as you started to overthink.

“No, no, no baby,” he immediately came to cradle your face in between his hands, pad of his thumbs coming up to wipe your tears away. He sighed. “We fucked up and we haven’t been there for you for reasons like these. It’s scary to know that people know about you and our baby, our son, and they will use you as leverage. We tried coming up with more resources to use so we could be allied with others. We offer them our resources, they send spy after spy to others to know the business and any information that involves you.”

“Why didn’t you communicate with me?” You frowned.k

“You’re pregnant, flower,” he sighed, his hands coming to drop themselves on your stomach. “You and our son are our top priorities but as we tried to protect you, we didn’t acknowledged the fact that we were distancing ourselves from you, which is pretty ironic.”

“Your words hurt me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he breathed out, holding onto your hands. “I know it won’t do much but let me, let us, show you how sorry we are by allowing us to change and be here for you and our son more, okay?”

“It’s going to be hard for me to want to communicate with you guys,” you admitted. “Especially after how you reacted along with the others.”

“We can resolve anything,” he whispered, forehead dropping to hours. “Let us be here. No, we will be here because you two, you, are our top priorities. We will not leave you, we will not get mad at you, because we are your partners and your future husbands. We are linked with you forever and I’m sorry we made you feel otherwise, flower. I really am.”

“You’re not forgiven yet,” you sighed and he nodded in understanding. “If you continue to show me your love and attention, then I will forgive you. But if any of you ever try to talk to me like that, our child and I are leaving.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” His lips brushed against yours until he fully kissed you, plump lips meeting yours in a kiss that displayed his apologies and words at the same time.

“Now, let the others apologize okay?”

You nodded and he opened the door that allowed the others to come in. You smiled a little and they all got on the bed, apologizing in their own words. They would also be holding onto your stomach, apologizing to your son all in the meantime you showed them his pictures.

“The doctor said he was probably kicking a lot because he felt me being in danger,” you further explained the situation to Jin was next to your. “So, hurt me, our son will beat you all up.”

They could all laugh at your words. You were so cute.

“Also, what happened to the guys?”

“Uh… they got killed.

INKED SOULMATE NAMES ── bts.

SUMMARY: the boys surprise you with your name tattooed on their skin on the day you reveal your pregnancy to them. now, you have to figure out a way to hide it from the company since no one else knows you’re in a relationship with them. except, someone immediately ruins your plans

GENRE:mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

WARNINGS: talks of a breeding kink (nothing too bad just thought I should mention it), uhh inaccurate doctor calls (?), pregnancy, bullying/harassment, cursing, and death threats?, and basically this piece is everywhere 😭

NOTE: this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this drabble was requested by an anon ask that i couldn’t find 🥲 so please, whoever wrote it, this one is for you because of your idea 🩵

Your fingers peaking through the long sleeves of Jungkook’s sweater were by your mouth, your teeth softly chewing on your thumb nervously because you didn’t plan this. Having a baby wasn’t planned and you weren’t sure how the boys would take the news, especially when your lives were going so well. Was a baby in their plans?

You immediately called your friends because unlike you, at least one of them was familiar with pregnancy. So, calling Eunji—and Ari because you needed her enthusiasm—, you patiently waited shortly once you texted it was an emergency in the group chat.

“Miss.” Your head whipped back to look at one of your maids holding your bedroom door open. “Your friends are here.”

“Send them over, please,” you said with a small smile, continuing your pacing, the test in your hand. Your maid nodded and you quickly thanked her, and it wasn’t long before your two perky friends came to greet you.

“What’s wrong?” Ari immediately exclaimed, grabbing your arms. She rapidly looked around the room with squinted eyes as if intimidating any threats. “Should I get my knife?”

“Knife?” You frowned. “Now where the hell did you get a knife?”

“Yoongi got it for me so I could protect you,” she grinned before going back to her rather dramatic stance. “Now, do I need to stab someone?”

“No,” you waved her off with the hand that wasn’t holding the object you were holding onto dear life. You sighed, glancing between them, and knew that you shouldn’t be afraid or nervous revealing this to them. So, you got your hand out of Ari’s hold, escaping the grip she had-had on your wrist, and exposed the issue. “Um, I might be pregnant.”

Your friends gasped and they covered their mouths simultaneously. They looked at your face and then back at your stomach, almost as if they, too, couldn’t believe a human was possibly growing in your tummy. Eunji, having a toddler and experiencing her firsts, smiled.

“Are we happy or are we not?” She questioned, moving towards you while she nudged Ari on the side to snap her out of her shock. She stood next to you, with an arm around your shoulders, and continued smiling. “You know whatever you want, we’ll support you.”

“I’m happy,” you stated before a shaky breath escaped your lips. You sat down on the edge of your bed and extended your legs. “I just don’t know if they will be happy.”

“Honey,” Ari started, sitting down on your side while Eunji sat on the other, their hands resting on top of yours, “those boys love you so much. Like, so, so much. They respect you, care so much about you, and love you with their whole entire beings that I’m sure they’ll die for you.”

You nodded along, And even kill for me.

“We’re not going to pressure you to tell them,” Eunji said, her voice calm and reassuring because she knew you needed such tones at the moment, “but it’s better they find out sooner than later.”

You sighed and nodded, dropping your head on her shoulder. “I just can’t believe it, you know?” You glanced at your phone sitting near you three and gulped. “I already went to the doctor’s because I had my suspicions. I’m just waiting for a call.”

“Well, knowing how the clinic closes at 5, I’m guessing they’re going to call you soon,” Eunji muttered and Ari hummed in agreement, her head dropping on top of your own shoulder. And you nodded because you went to the same clinic Eunji had spoken about so many times when she mentioned her pregnancy journey.

Almost as if they heard, your phone rang. Eunji, having noticed your nervousness, answered it for you.

You cleared your throat. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Doctor Kang. I’m calling Y/n L/n for the lab results?”

“Yes, this is she,” you breathed out.

“Well, Ms. L/n, congratulations. You are 7 weeks pregnant!”

Your friends grip immediately tightened themselves around your hands and you let out a shuddered sigh.

“Really?”

“Yes,” your doctor continued. “Now, we do have resources if you do decide to go the other way with your pregnancy. If not, we can schedule a meeting to check how the baby is doing and see what we can do.”

You nodded and thanked your doctors at the news before saying goodbye. Your eyes became teary-eyed at knowing that there’s a baby inside of you now and your friends held you tight to soothe your shock. God, you couldn’t believe it. But you also could. After all, you weren’t using protection at all and all 7 of the boys had a certain kink that made them want to get you pregnant. What if it’s just that, though? A kink. What if they didn’t actually want a baby? What if it was too early for them? You didn’t know… and your head was beginning to hurt by the amount of unanswered questions surrounding your brain.

“Miss,” your head turned to look at your maid and she opened the door, “Mr. Park is asking for you.”

You nodded and she smiled reassuringly because she knew what you were dealing with. She had noted the symptoms, always being by your side when you let out everything in the mornings after being rudely awaken by said symptom. As a mother herself, too, she knew.

“Okay, okay,” you breathed out, almost as if you were prepping yourself, and you basically were. Your friends followed you once you left to go greet your boyfriends who came back from work, and they glanced at each other because they could tell all 7 had noticed your mood. “Hey! I missed you guys.”

“Hi, flower,” Jimin smiled tiredly, kissing your forehead. He kept a close eye on you once you greeted the others, taking note of your figure. He knew something was different and knew you were trying to hide it. After all, dating you for 3 years caused him to know your body the way he knew the back of his hand. He noticed the change.

“You feeling better?” Jin questioned, placing a hand on your cheek and forehead to check if you were warm. You nodded your head up and down.

“I feel better,” you smiled at him and he nodded, too, giving you a kiss before he and Jimin glanced at one another. He, too, noticed, and he already had an idea as to what it was. “You guys weren’t supposed to come until late at night. Are you guys okay?”

“Well,” Taehyung spoke with a grin on his lips, hands clasped behind his back, “we kind off… did something.”

“Oh, no. What did you do?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Jimin chuckled at your expression. He knew they had the tendency to do things that worried you, but he knew if you were really pregnant, he needed to reassure you. You gave him a pointed look, though, as soon as those words escaped his mouth. “I’m serious! Nothing bad, baby, nothing bad. You know we are not doing dangerous things anymore so don’t worry.”

You simply hummed and looked at all of them, waiting for one of them to continue. Jungkook spoke up next.

“We love you,” he started, “and you know we do. We can literally kiss the floor you’re walking on now. Look—”

“I love you but do not start kissing the floor,” you breathed out with a small laugh escaping your lips. You grabbed his arm and made him stand up since he was already beginning to get on his knees. He dramatically sighed.

“I guess,” he said. He looked at Eunji and Ari once he came to see that they were there, looking at all of you fondly. He scoffed once he eyed the second girl. “Oh, you’re here?”

Ari’s smile immediately faded and she looked at Jungkook with squinted eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Jeon. If you weren’t dating my best friend, I would’ve beat the shit out of you right here, right now.”

“Please, you can’t even reach my face so,” he raised his hand and rolled his eyes, looking away, “talk to my hand.”

You snorted at their bickering because since the two didn’t have siblings, they bickered like ones.

“You are so annoying,” Ari rolled her eyes next. She glanced at her phone, making it seem like she was reading her notifications.“Oh, look at that. I have a date with this girl so, Eunji is going to help me with that.” She glanced at the quiet girl who took the sign she was given and they turned to look at you. “Call us and we’ll see you at work tomorrow, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry,” you hugged your friends and they said their goodbyes before walking out, leaving you with your boyfriends fidgeting in their place. You stared at them with furrowed eyebrows and they quickly led you towards the living room. “What is going on with you all?”

They sat you down and Jimin and Hoseok sat by your sides, hands clasping with yours. You eyed them and then at Jungkook and Taehyung who stood in front of you and the others; Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi sat on the other empty spots of the couch, leaning back to watch the two reveal their surprise.

“As I was saying,” Jungkook said in rather an exasperated tone, eager to just reveal the news. “You know how much we love you and how we will literally kill for you.” Everyone nodded. “You have become our safe place, our home, and we want no one else but you loving us and us loving you. So, we got these!”

He and Taehyung exposed some body parts of theirs in sync that revealed the ink on their skin; Taehyung had your name on his wrist and Jungkook had yours on his tattoo sleeve. If it weren’t for him pointing it out, you wouldn’t have noticed, though, now that you acknowledged it, your name was big and called the attention.

“Is that my name?” You muttered under your breath, disbelief laced in your voice as you felt your heart hammer against your chest.

Taehyung hummed. He kneeled in front of you and grabbed your hand, too.

“We are devoted to you and you are our future,” he smiled and he reached up to wipe a tear that managed to escape your eye. “We are also yours as much as you are ours.”

He grinned and he couldn’t help but nuzzle his nose against yours, forehead touching his. You lightly giggled and the others watched the scenery with such a fond look.

It wasn’t long before they all came to show you your name in its respective place, all 7 boys huddling you. You tried so hard to focus, but it was hard to do so when you felt such overwhelming feelings at the exact moment. You had all these guys loving you with their entire beings and who would give you the world and the stars if they could—and they would. You had a baby inside of you, growing, all because it was conceived out of the love all of you had for one another, and it felt great!

This moment—the one where they’re all excited to show you your name inked on their bodies and how it will stay there forever—was the best to announce and blurt out the news. So, with an inhale, you cleared your throat, making them all look at you. Since you still get shy under their gaze, you looked down at your hands, fidgeting in your place.

“Um, I have some news to tell you guys,” you breathed out and Jimin and Jin glanced at one another, eager to know if their confirmations are true or not. They leaned back against their seats as you stuttered out your sentence out of nerves, making sure at the same time you were okay. “I have been feeling sick every goddamn morning and it’s become a bit of an issue when my breasts are sore every second of the day.”

“Is that why you called in sick today?” Yoongi asked, his arms crossed over his chest, and his intimidating expression didn’t help soothe your nerves.

“I went to the clinic and I had gotten a call not so long confirming my suspicions that I’m,” you didn’t know if you were imagining it, but it seemed as if they were leaning out of anticipation, “pregnant.”

Silence.

You eyed their expressions and could see the obvious shock spread on their faces. Though, Jimin and Jin just stayed silent and smiled at the news because they already had their suspicions as to why you were sick. They were just happy their suspicions did in fact just get confirmed.

Jimin, on the other hand, was ecstatic. He was the one who could never take his hands off of you 24/7—aside from when you’re working—and, he loved running his hands over the curves of your body when you were heading to sleep, being reminded you’re there. Of course he saw changes and of course he noted your symptoms. After all, he and the others made sure you were well taken care of and they took care of you so well, you never got sick. So, when you started getting sick in the mornings and getting random sickness at smelling food you used to like, well, it was hard not to notice.

“We’re having a baby…?” Jungkook spoke after a moment of silence and you nodded, hands lightly fidgeting in his hold. Taehyung, having noticed how nervous you are, let his hands wander themselves by the sides of your stomach. His thumbs rubbed your stomach over your shirt and he turned to look at the others over his shoulder, a smile so bright on his lips that made the others smile, too.

“She’s pregnant,” he breathed out before he turned to look at you. Overcome with such love, he kissed you deeply enough to take away your breath once you separated.

The others immediately came to hug and kiss you, their hands going around your stomach, too, to feel you. They always knew their future contained you and they always knew their future was spent with them loving you, but to now be able to come to terms their future is coming to life, it was an amazing feeling.

“Is that why you’ve been sick?” Yoongi asked, his hand softly patting your head. He had immediately wiped the tears about to escape his eyes and fixed his composure shortly after the news, so now here he was showing you his affection by coddling you. “We have to cut you some work—”

“No,” you cut him off and you looked at all 7. “No one knows we’re dating so I’d rather you guys not show favoritism at work and let them know. Everyone will hate me even more.”

“Baby, we will kill them if they even lay a finger on you and our baby,” Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head.

“We’ll treat you like one of our workers,” Hoseok spoke next and you gave a him a look that reminded him that you were in fact one of their workers. “Wait, you are.” He cleared his throat as the others hid their giggles. “Well, we’ll treat you the same like before so, don’t worry, okay? But just… if anyone dares lay their hands on you, please let us know. It’s better we hear it from you than hearing it from the other workers or watching it on cameras.”

You playfully saluted as best as you can with Jimin still holding onto your hand. But then, you remembered, Jimin hadn’t said anything.

Turning to look at him, the others had started to leave towards the dining room to eat after a maid announced the food was ready. Jimin was currently taking off his blazer, rolling up the sleeves of his button up underneath, and grabbing onto your hand again so you could walk together. Though, just as he was walking, he felt you staying in your place.

“You okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. His hands made contact with your stomach. “Is the baby okay?”

“You haven’t said much.”

He snorted and briefly looked away before meeting your eyes. “I’m very happy, flower. Very. I’m sorry for not saying much but, I’m still processing the happy news.”

“You’ve been knowing, huh?” You looked at him with amusement and he immediately hid his smile at your question. “Jimin!”

“What?” He chuckled. “Baby, regardless if I knew or not, I’m still happy. I swear. It’s still shocking, you know? Because you’re carrying a human being in you and that’s so beautiful and you’re so beautiful. I love you.”

You smiled at his words and hugged him. You felt his arms holding you tight against him, hands gripping your hips until they slithered around your waist to hold you better.

“I love you.”

The following few months went like normal.

Well, except this time the boys watched your every move to make sure you and the baby were okay. If you even got cut, God, does hell run loose because they make a big deal out of you being hurt.

Work went on as normal and yes, there were people who retorted mean comments to you, but you just got used to ignoring it. There was no point in talking back because now you can’t get careless since you were with child.

Thankfully, Ari and Eunji kept you safe. Eunji finally got the confidence she needed to put people in place as the supervisor, so she was stricter to those she knew were slacking and had the nerve to make fun of you. Meanwhile, Ari was… Ari. She always had your back and she defended you while you were eating or doing work. You just maintained unbothered.

“So, we’re planning the baby shower, I hope you know that,” Ari spoke as she gestured towards herself and Eunji. “Ah! I can’t wait to see my niece or nephew.”

“They’re not going to name the girl after you,” Eunji chuckled out as she realized Ari would be commenting that after. Ari stayed quiet and sighed.

“And to think I would name my future child after you two,” she shook her head and you and Eunji glanced at each other, shaking your own heads.

“No, you wouldn’t,” you snorted, a smile on your lips at hearing your friend’s dramatic comment. “But, it would be an honor.”

“Who’s pregnant?” You three immediately let your heads snap towards the person who spoke right in front of you. You sighed at coming to find a worker well known for making fun of you, and from what you’ve heard, she had already been threatened by the boys before. Chaewon never seemed to care and she did leave you alone for a bit, but she probably thinks you and the boys are done which explains her attitude now.

“None of your business,” Ari rolled her eyes. She looked at you. “Let’s go.”

At watching Eunji and Ari taking care of you, Chaewon laughed as her little group of supporters stood behind her. “Do not tell me the pig got pregnant. We’ve been thinking you just got fatter but no, someone knocked you up. Now, who would want to get you pregnant, huh?”

“Mind your own business, Chaewon,” you sighed, standing up to throw away some trash. Though, a hand grabbed you away since your friends were in front of you and you stood in the back.

“You don’t get to talk back to me,” Chaewon scoffed, finding amusement to your reaction. “I’ve left you alone for two years and you need to remember your place in this company.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Ari winced at seeing her hold on your arm.

This usually if you ever got made fun of and it was starting to annoy the crap out of you. Yes, you’re thankful you don’t get extremely beat up to the point of broken bones, but she and Iseul, the one who started the bullying, always grabbed you by the arm. After all, that’s what started you and Jimin to talk more since he bandaged you up the first time you met.

“Why?” Chaewon snickered as if seeing you pain is the funniest thing in the whole entire world. You gave her an annoyed look and ripped your arm away from her hold. “Aw, is she finally standing up to myself?”

You softly inhaled at hearing her taunting and gave her a fake smile. “Are you obsessed with me or something?”

She looked over her shoulder to look at the others, as if making sure she heard right. “Me? Obsessed with you? No chance.”

“Then why do you make it your mission to waste your lunch time and try to harass me?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “You make time out of your entire day to bully me, but hey, at least you think about me, huh?”

“You think—”

“No,” you cut her off and gave her a glare, ignoring the way everyone stayed silent at seeing you speak up. You were just annoyed and irritated at the whole ordeal and tired of her acting inferior to you because of her looks. “Now leave me the hell alone.” You leaned closer to her to make sure no one listened as you uttered your last few words. “You better hope they haven’t seen those cameras or get told you’ve hurt me. I won’t be able to save you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat at hearing your words. She glanced at your stomach, your face, the faces of your best friends behind you, and of the people looking at you two. She realized that you were still with their 7 bosses and are now having a child with them. God, she’s so stupid. She’s so stupid, she shouldn’t have been so careless. They’re going to do something to her this time. They threatened to make her disappear that her parents will spend their last dying breath trying to search for her, and here she is not even remembering that.

“Where is she?”

Then, her heart stopped at hearing that familiar voice. The voice that belonged to the head boss, Kim Namjoon, who was followed immediately by some of the others. She even saw Kim Seokjin who was the one that threatened her. God, God, someone needs to do something. You have to do something.

You, on the other hand, covered your face once you heard Namjoon’s voice. Of course they came but you didn’t expect them to do it so quick. It hasn’t even been, like, 10 minutes that had passed.

“Are you hurt?” Namjoon asked once he reached you, checking your body from head to toe. “Is the baby okay?”

It got quieter fast. You could hear a droplet of water fall from the sink in the room next to you. You gulped and nervously chuckled, clearing your throat.

“We’re okay.”

But, Hoseok noticed your arm.

“Who grabbed you?” He asked and you looked away at hearing the question, letting them figure it themselves, because you’re sure their guards just told them that you got hurt by someone. “Who was it?”

The question wasn’t aimed at you this time. If anything, it was now aimed at one of his main bodyguards, Jae, who had been on lookout just as he’s always been. Thinking of you as his daughter, he was also protective of you just like anyone who has met you.

Not saying anything, Jae glanced at Chaewon who looked at her friends for help. They simply moved aside, though, once they heard and saw that you were associated with their bosses. They couldn’t be at risk being fired so they immediately moved aside.

“You again?” Jungkook huffed a humorous laugh at seeing who it was. If Jimin had been there, he would’ve been seething red. Thankfully, though, the ones who didn’t give a shit were there: Namjoon, Jin, Jungkook, and Hoseok. Jimin, Tae, and Yoongi were away for now but they already heard what happened from Jungkook catching them up. They were not happy.

“My office,” Namjoon sternly spoke, glaring at Chaewon. “Now.”

His guards took that as a sigh and led the girl away to his office. He and the others stayed behind to console you and check on your wound because the serum Chaewon was using to grow her nails—she talked loud—worked very well, and you now sported nail marks and a bit of blood.

“Come on, angel,” Hoseok softly spoke, leading you away. He glanced at your friends. “We got it from here.”

“We’ll come later for a spa day,” Eunji called out to you and you smiled at her, nodding in confirmation.

A few minutes after, you arrived in Namjoon’s office where Chaewon was already sat in. She was impatiently waiting, nerves acting up as she bit her lower lip.

“So, you went back to bullying, huh?” Namjoon emptily chuckled as he walked inside, he and the others taking off their blazers. Jungkook, rolling up his sleeves, only did so because your name was still engraved beautifully on the skin of his arm. Again, it was not big to an extent it looked awkward, but it fit nicely with his other tattoos that didn’t make it seem like they were smushed together.

“I didn’t know,” Chaewon breathed out.

“No, you did know but you just didn’t care,” Jin said, correcting her. “Or, you probably thought we would’ve broken up by now, huh?”

“No—”

“Please, Chaewon,” Jin continued. He laughed at her answer just before she could finish what he was saying. “I warned you already. We have evidence that you’re harassing workers and it’s not Y/n here you’re just harassing.”

“I can’t let my parents deal with me missing and trying to find me,” Chaewon sniffed, eyes becoming teary-eyed as she thought about her poor parents desperately looking for her. “Please.”

The boys immediately looked at you as they heard your sniffles, too, and pouted.

“Her poor parents.” Ah, your hormones. They could make you cry at the smallest things. Just yesterday, you were crying at the fact Taehyung stepped on a grape you had been eating. “Please spare her.”

“You warned me you wouldn’t be able to save me!” Chaewon cried and you looked at your boyfriends with those eyes of yours they loved wholeheartedly. They couldn’t help but immediately melt at seeing you so emotional with their baby in you. You looked so beautiful and although they hated seeing you cry, they loved knowing those hormones were because of your child.

Jungkook broke fast.

“Let’s just send her to our company in Busan,” he suggested before cooing at you, thumbs wiping away the tears. “Aw, my poor baby. You’re so kind, huh? You’re so sweet and pretty and I just want to smother you with kisses.”

He hugged you and Chaewon, through her tears, saw your name tattooed on his arm.

Namjoon sighed and slowly nodded. “We won’t fire you.” Chaewon looked at him. “You’ll be moved to our company in Busan. My father is in charge of that company and does not take discrimination lightly. Don’t fuck this up for you.” He waved her off. “I’ll have my assistant give you the information and have her set up everything for you. But never come back here.”

Chaewon nodded and with one last bow, she hurried outside where Namjoon’s assistant would be waiting for her.

The boys all coddled you and before you knew it, they had taken you to the couch to calm you down by allowing you to buy even more stuff for your baby.

“Well, now we have to release a statement saying you’re with us and pregnant with our baby. Maybe then everybody will take a hint and leave you the fuck alone.”

“Does that mean I get to kiss her?”

“No, Jungkook.”

“Just say you hate me.”

CONSEQUENCES ── bts.

SUMMARY: an ex of yours gets hired and he tries his hardest to get you back, not knowing you’re in a relationship with all 7 of your bosses who will not hesitate to kill him

PAIRING: mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader

WARNING (S): blood?, mentions of past harassment, cursing, mentions of murder, pregnancy

NOTE: im back 😈 this is a drabble of my combined beings series (which you can find here hehe) but it can be read as a standalone. this is also unedited so excuse my grammatical errors

“I still can’t believe you’re pregnant.”

Eunji and Ari were situated on either side of you. It’s lunch time, and with how busy the guys are, you decided to take time to sit with your friends and talk about each other’s lives. Though, they rather talk about your life rather than theirs.

“He’s growing so big,” Ari pouted, rubbing your stomach over your blouse. “I bet the guys are excited, huh?”

You snorted, nodding your head up and down. “You already know it.” You gestured towards the guards standing near you over your shoulder, and the girls followed the direction of your thumb. Thankfully, your new guards didn’t annoy you as much. They easily blended in with the shadows of the building and they didn’t make a single sound. They don’t even move! But, they took their job serious and that’s all that mattered. “Increased protection, though, and they’re on high alert more than ever.”

“Explains why there was more security in the lobby,” Ari pointed out, receiving nods from you two.

It was expected that all 7 of your boyfriends would become overprotective. Well, more than usual. Of course, you didn’t mind it. They still let you go out (just with more guards and with your best friends), they respected your wishes of working still, and they didn’t do things their way unless they talked it out with you and you were okay with it. Though, sometimes they had their moments, and of course, you didn’t exactly care. After all, you were with child and you understood their concerns.

“I love them,” you smiled, happily eating the food Jin and Jungkook had prepared for you. Even as they were busy, they still did small things for you that made you know that you were their first priority above all. “Also, what happened last week when I wasn’t here? I heard that a new person was hired.”

“Oh, yeah!” Ari clapped her hands rather excitedly at the thought of gossiping and spilling the news. “So, a guy was hired and no, I don’t know his name yet—”

“I do,” Eunji spoke out, slightly raising her hand, eating.

Ari playfully rolled her eyes and continued sharing, “I’ve heard, though, he’s very quiet, calm, and he’s very popular. He works in Mr. Min’s division and he usually comes to talk to Eunji about some topics, so we both know how he looks like. He’s very attractive.”

Eunji glanced at her watch as you let out a small “ah” at Ari’s explanation. “Talking about him, he called me to make sure I had time to revise over any work.” At seeing your confused expression, she smiled. “Their supervisor is on a family trip so Yoongi made sure I supervised them in the meantime since I knew the division well.”

“I feel like I missed a lot,” you shook your head in a disappointed manner, a sigh escaping your lips. “I’m never leaving.”

Ari snorted. “Yeah, right. Knowing the 7 assheads, they literally have a sixth sense when it comes to you.” Not even a second later, your phone goes off, alerting you of a message. “I bet you it’s them.”

You grabbed your phone and let your eyes scan the text message Jungkook sent you, a simple: “Tell Ari to stop calling us assheads or else she won’t have a job ☺️ I love you muah <3.”

“And they have a second sense when it comes to you.”

Showing it to Ari, she let out a scoff. “He’s like the annoying brother I never had. Thank goodness my mom never had a child after. I don’t know how you handle him.”

“He’s not hard to handle,” you chuckled, leaning back against your chair to rest your hand on your stomach. “Ugh, I’m full.”

“Me, too.”

Silence invaded you three, and Eunji excused herself to grab some documents from the worker you’ve been hearing about. You heard the elevator ding and your guards made sure to follow after Eunji to see who it was.

“Here, here, take a look at him!” Ari immediately grabbed onto your arm, making you two slightly lean down so you can hide your staring behind the desk in front of you. “Dammit, we can only see the back of his head.”

“He’s tall,” you noted, eyeing the guy’s towering figure. “He might be Joon’s height.”

You two stayed quiet and Eunji’s eyes briefly met the two of you trying your hardest to hide. She was clearly amused and it wasn’t surprising when your guards found the situation amusing, either. Because of her stare, though, the guy turned around.

“Turn around, turn around,” Ari harshly whispered, having you two lean back against your chairs and look the opposite direction.

“Wait,” you heard. “Y/n?”

At hearing your name, you looked up and let your breath hitch in your throat at coming to see the culprit. You gulped.

“Oh, crap,” you breathed out and Ari let out a confused hum, looking between you and the coworker. You gulped down your feelings again and placed a hand up to be a barrier to hide your actions. Placing another hand up to whisper to Ari, you whispered rather quickly. “He’s my ex!”

Ari’s mouth gaped open, and she stared at you as if you had two heads and not one. She watched the guy get closer to you and your guys quickly stepped in, hands on their waistband to let their fingertips hover over their weapon.

“Woah,” you both eyed the man as he raised his hands up in defense, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. In your guards defense, the last time the boys hired someone, especially a male worker, he had kidnapped you at your sister’s wedding, so their actions were valid. “Um, I mean no harm…”

“It’s okay,” you clarified, though, you made sure to use the hand signal the boys taught you to use that told them: I’m okay but still, be cautious. You turned to face the man staying in his place. “Nice to see you, Yu-Jun.”

“It’s nice to see you, Y/n,” he smiled at you before glancing towards the guards, gesturing them with his shoulder. “So, what’s that about?”

“Just simple company regulations,” you innocently smiled because as much as you wanted to get up on his face and tell him that you found people who loved you (and that you were pregnant with their child), you didn’t want to risk putting yourself in a dangerous position by bragging. You didn’t want to get kidnapped again by a worker obsessed with your boyfriends. “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“I didn’t know you worked here, either!” He happily said and you hid your awkwardness behind the fake smile plastered on your face. After all, you didn’t want to be around him considering the last time you saw him, he had emotionally cheated on you with his best friend—a friend he told you not to worry about—and you had read the messages. You had kicked him out shortly after.

“Well,” Eunji chuckled awkwardly as she took note of your discomfort. She glanced at her watch, clearing her throat to speak, “Yu-Jun, break is almost over.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, gulping down his feelings before he looked back at you. He gave you one last look and his lips parted a bit to let a small sigh escape them. “You should let me take you out one day.”

“Like, a friendly take out?” You arched a brow. He snorted.

“Well, I meant as a date-date, dummy,” he clarified.

You stood up and shook your head, grabbing the wrappers of the fortune cookies Ari had opened. “I’m in a relationship.”

“Oh,” Ari hid her smile at hearing the dejected tone in Yu-Jun’s voice. You did, too, and you were thankful that you were in the early stages of pregnancy. If you had worn a tighter shirt, the bump would’ve been out on the open but due to the flow-y material, Yu-Jun could not see you were with child. “Well, I’m… happy for you.”

You sent him a a curt nod. “Thanks..”

His eyes followed you and he would continue if not for a guard heading towards him and leading him away. Though, he let his eyes glance at you one more time, watching you over his shoulder as he waited for the elevator to open, and he stayed there until it dinged and he was instructed to go in.

You, on the other hand, knew that somehow he would come back. He had messaged you a week before officially meeting Jimin, asking to go out, but you had blocked him as soon as the message had come forward. You could already feel the itch in your skin at knowing you would unexpectedly spill the news somehow to all 7.

And you were right.

“Hi, flower,” Jimin pecked your forehead once he saw you sitting on the couch of his office. You smiled and looked up at him, eyes slightly hooded out of tiredness. “Tired?”

“Very,” you hummed, leaning back to ease the pain of your back. “I had enough sleep last night, though, so I don’t know why I’m tired.”

“Hmm,” Jimin let out, a small smile plastered on his face as looked around for his phone rather impatiently. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because you’re pregnant?”

“Oh, my God,” you dramatically gasped, your hand going up to cover your mouth. “I’m pregnant?”

Giving you a playful glare, you chuckled at his facial expression right as Namjoon called your own phone.

Answering it, you hear a small “aha!” coming from Jimin, who had successfully found his phone under the pile of worksheets he needed to sign, all while Namjoon says a simple, “Hello?”

“Hey,” you greet, grabbing onto Jimin’s hand that reached out for you. You two walked out together and Jimin immediately grabbed your purse away from you to hold onto it.

“Hi, baby,” Namjoon’s deep voice greeted you, making you almost fall to your knees because of how he sounded. “Are you guys almost home?”

You remembered that all of the boys left early as soon as those words escaped his mouth. You didn’t know why, but they had briefly mentioned that they were going to deal with someone who had bad mouthed you. Being with them for years meant that the person who did so was probably gone because you already knew what they meant when they were going to deal with someone who either disrespected you, looked at you wrong, or even breathed wrong around you.

“Yes,” you answered, feeling Jimin wrap an arm around your waist inside the elevator. Your guards stood in front of you, facing the doors while you two stayed in the back and stayed glued to each other’s side. “Jimin couldn’t find his phone but he found it, don’t worry.”

“Okay, then. Be careful and be safe, okay? We’re here at the house already and we brought pizza and wings since you’ve been craving them.”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” you groaned, dropping your head on Jimin’s shoulder, a pout forming on your lips. “You know how much I’ve been craving them.”

“I should’ve brought you more last night, huh?” Namjoon chuckled, finding amusement in the situation, considering the fact that last night you had woken them up around 2 am to let them know you were desperately craving wings. “Well, I just hope these will satisfy you, okay?”

“Mhm, thank you, Joon,” you smiled.

At hearing the ding of the elevator, Namjoon took that as his cue.

“Alright, I’ll let you two go, but be careful. We’ll be waiting. I love you three.”

Smiling, you and Jimin uttered the same words before hanging up. You two walked towards the garage and Jimin still held onto you by the waist, wanting to be closer to you if possible.

Heading home, you walked inside the house while conversing with Jimin, your feet carrying you to the kitchen.

Immediately, the others came to greet you two and Jungkook, having become more overprotective over you ever since you found out about your pregnancy, carried you towards your seat. A plate with a slice of pizza and wings were automatically placed in front of you and just like that, your usual routine continued until you conversed about everything that had happened. And you made the mistake of mentioning what happened earlier.

At coming to realize that you spilled the event that had occurred earlier that day, you watched as their smiles immediately faltered.

“What do you mean your ex got hired?” Jimin questioned, leaning back against his chair with one of his arms placed by his plate and the other hand resting on your thigh. His sleeves were rolled up and the glint of his Diamond bracelet winked at you, intimidating you a bit more.

“Before you guys freak out,” you glared at each of them, “no killing anyone. I just saw him during lunch, made it clear, though, that I’m in a relationship, and that’s it.”

Namjoon hummed. “We trust you, okay?” His eyes met yours from across the table. “If anything happens or he does something that makes you uncomfortable, you immediately let us know. I don’t want you and our baby to be in trouble.”

You smiled at Namjoon’s words and concern, feeling Jimin’s hand gripping your inner thigh reassuringly. “I know. Don’t worry. We just saw each other this time and that’s it. We won’t run into each other.”

Yu-Jun wanted you and he didn’t even know why.

All he has heard is you being in a relationship, but other than that, your life was pretty private. He tried staying late to catch a glimpse of the person you were dating and, nothing. You always seemed to leave a few seconds before him and he’s starting to believe you’re always on the elevator before him because it always stops on a certain high level and when the elevator picks him up and he goes to your floor, you’re not there. It’s a pattern he has noticed. And it’s a pattern he’s starting to despise.

Yu-Jun wasn’t the type to give up. He wasn’t, and he did not give a single shit at knowing you were in a relationship. Come on! Everyone wanted him. All the women on his floor wanted him. You had wanted him and you did everything for him. Yes, he might’ve cheated, but he believed he wasn’t at fault and it was something necessary. He was just very delusional.

“You got flowers,” Eunji smiled, handing you a bouquet of flowers as your eyes stayed focus on the screen in front of you. At hearing her words, you furrowed your brows. “I’m guessing the boys wanted to surprise you.”

“Thanks…” Your voice faltered at eyeing the roses.

One thing about the 7 men in your life, they loved you. So much. But, they also knew that you didn’t like it when all the attention was on you because of their grand gestures. 7 roses were all you would get in the office and they did give you flowers every day of the week until your home was bombarded with flower after flower, so this was unusual. But, you figured Jungkook must’ve sent them considering he always gives you roses in the office, so you waved it off.

The flowers were constant. They were given to you on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursdays. You didn’t mind at first, but it’s been over 2 weeks and the boys did not bring them up at all. It was starting to get overwhelming and you started giving your friends a bouquet just like the first time you received it. It might’ve been mean just dismissing the flowers but you already had so many at home.

By the 3rd week, you were getting more anxious at the attention. There was always a letter in the roses, but it was a simple, “I want you” and no signature.

This time, you decided to text who you believed was the culprit.

[ angel 🩷] kook, the flowers are getting too much ☹️ everyone keeps staring and it’s very nerve wracking. i appreciate them as always but it’s getting a lot

Jungkook grabbed his phone at hearing the ping of a notification popping up on the screen. He was currently in a meeting with the others and a few other people, but he did not care if it seemed rude he was using his phone..

Smiling at your contact name, his smile vanished just like the other night when you had told the boys your ex was hired. None of them were happy and yes, they trusted you so much, but it’s more of the fact that those type of people have bad intentions.

[ kook 😚 ] baby what flowers? i haven’t sent any

You frowned.

[ angel 🩷] you didn’t? well someone has been sending me flowers for the past few weeks so was it one of the boys?

Jungkook didn’t even read the whole message before he strictly announced, “Those that aren’t us, leave.”

Confusion erupted in everyone’s faces and Namjoon was close to scolding him if it weren’t for the fact Jungkook looked upset, something that was unusual considering he was either calm or flat-out mad. Never upset.

As the others left, all 7 stayed behind.

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi questioned, his usual stoic expression gone and was now filled with concern.

“Has any of you sent Angel flowers to her floor for the past few weeks?” They all shook their heads at Jungkook’s question, and his face dropped even more. “She thought I’ve been sending her flowers but I haven’t…”

“Then who the hell has been sending her flowers?”

Yu-Jun was proud of himself to say the least. From what he has seen a glimpse of, you would always be surprised at receiving flowers. He had made friends on your floor and wanted them in it, but he was confused as to why no one wanted to help. Well, he didn’t mind doing it alone.

He was starting to get antsy, and he was even starting to get tired of sending you flowers. They weren’t cheap.

“Yu-Jun.”

At hearing his name being called, Yu-Jun looked up with a smile, expecting to see his supervisor. But, he came to see your frame and Eunji’s standing near with straight expressions etched on your faces.

He smiled even wider as you two led him away because maybe, maybe, you would consider finally dropping your boyfriend and going out with him. He doesn’t know what has possessed him lately, but maybe it was the fact he hoped you would be waiting for him. Yeah, a dumb thought but he was very delusional and egotistical.

“Hey,” he greeted. “Have you liked the flowers?”

“No,” you simply said, giving him a soft glare. “I told you I’m in a relationship.”

“Well, it can’t be that serious, right?” He questioned, leaning against the wall beside him. You scoffed and looked at your friend in disbelief, almost as if it to ask if you heard him right. “Listen, I want you and somewhere in you wants me.”

“You have to stop.” You frowned at hearing his words and the way he was actually serious about getting together. “I’m being serious. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Y/n.” Yu-Jun rolled his eyes, arms crossed over his chest. “Your boyfriend doesn’t need to know.”

“Yu-Jun,” you stepped up, feeling your dear friend behind you who came for support (and for legal advice) tense as you did so, “you need to stop harassing me and sending me a bunch of flowers and chocolates.”

“Harassing?” Yu-Jun questioned, startled at the accusation. “What the hell are you even—?”

“Be careful with the way you speak to the mother of our child, Yu-Jun.” You three snapped your heads at the new voice. There by the door, Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi stood, with stoic expressions. “Yu-Jun, right?”

Yu-Jun let his mouth drop out of shock. Of course he knew who they were. Everyone knew. They were in every magazine, they were always trending, and they were the biggest thing in Korea. Just like everyone, though, he has heard rumors about them and the way they could easily make people disappear. Especially when it came to the people who wronged them. One he has heard is that they did not like it when someone disrespected a girl of theirs. No one knew who, and it was kept that way. Everyone was scared of them so they kept their mouths shut and Yu-Jun wished he kept his like that because he understood, “mother of our child” very clear.

“Yes…”

“Do you think it’s funny to, I don’t know,” Jimin stepped closer, a hand buried in the pocket of his blazer while the other played with the files in his hand, “harass women that clearly aren’t comfortable with you at all?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Yu-Jun simply stuttered out, shaking his head out of disbelief. “I didn’t know she belonged to you.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Belonged?” The way his sleeves were rolled up to expose the inked skin made your ex shiver in a bad way. “You fucking respect her, asshole.”

At noticing your anxious presence, Yoongi nudged Taehyung, who looked at him. He gave him a discreet nod towards your figure before tilting his head towards the door.“Get her out of here,” he said. “This is going to stress her out. Take her up to Namjoon’s office.”

Taehyung nodded and Eunji started to lead you to him once she took the hint.

The two led you away, standing on each of your sides rather protectively it almost made you cry. And you wished Ari was there (she got told to stay behind knowing she would immediately resort to violence), because knowing her, she would be saying the most random shit ever.

“She’s a pretty one, right?” Yu-Jun stayed quiet at Jimin’s taunt since Jimin had, of course, noticed the brief look he gave you. And the nerve he had. The nerve he had to even look at you with those disgusting eyes. “Look the fuck away from her and look at me.”

Yu-Jun did so and his hands shook. “Please, I’ll leave her alone. Please, just-just let me live, please.”

“We will,” Yoongi responded with his usual nonchalance. “But we also don’t want you roaming around in all of your nasty glory disrespecting anyone that you claimed wanted you.”

“Don’t kill me,” Yu-Jun rapidly shook his head. “Please, don’t do that. I-I’ll change! I will. I’ll just mind my own business.”

Jimin darkly chuckled. “Oh, we all know you will but just in case you don’t take a single note of this,” he leaned closer to whisper in his ear rather dramatically, “you ever disrespect her again, Yu-Jun, your eyes and your mouth will be long gone for looking at her and for saying stupid shit.”

Yoongi and Jimin turned around to leave, but Jungkook stayed behind for a bit with a look burning holes on Yu-Jun’s head.

Though, a single punch was thrown at your ex-boyfriend’s stomach hard enough to the point Yu-Jun wheezed for air, hunching over.

“It makes me laugh knowing that your stupid mistakes made her be with us,” Jungkook bragged, his voice lowered, almost as if he, too, were telling a secret. “Can you believe it, though? She’s pregnant with our child and she loves us so much more than she loved you.” He smiled, gaze set on the side of Yu-Jun’s petrified face. “So, Yu-Jun, breathe near Y/n and my child again, I will reveal your dirty little secrets.”

Yu-Jun started freaking out. But the three did not care enough to stay, so they left towards the elevator to take them to Namjoon’s office.

“Hi, baby,” Jungkook greeted you once they walked inside, your eyes set on Namjoon, Taehyung, Jin, and Hoseok’s own. “He won’t bother you anymore, okay?”

“You’re not killing him, right?” You questioned, feeling his arm wrap around your waist.

“He got lucky today, angel,” Jin spoke, receiving a hum of agreement from Hoseok.

“We simply agreed to keep him alive this time,” Hoseok added on. “But, if he touches you, looks at you, and even dare breathe near you, then we’ll have an issue.”

Now, you were all for being your own person, but the way they were all so overprotective over you and your child, it made your tummy tingle and you were sure it was not your baby.

“She finds our protectiveness hot.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Uhuh…”

“Shut up…”

“Aw, she’s nervous!”

Call of the Amazon: The Bet

Rating: 18+ // NSFW

Genre: non-idol namjoon, established relationship, smut/explicit sexual content

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: Switch!Namjoon, Switch!Reader Namjoon is secure, Strong Joon [namtiddies and namthighs], semi-exhibitionism, hair pulling [male and female], Impact play [pussy and ass slapping], Wake Up/Morning Sex, fingering, oral, anal, toy use, reckless blowjobs [respect your throat space, y’all], unprotected sex,  creampie, nipple play [male and female], messy kisses, lots of noises, the adventurous couple is adventurous, The Amazon position [kneeling], The Snow Angel Position, The Seashell Position [google it you heathens!],

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Word Count: 3.6K

AN: Thanks to the @blushingatyou for trusting me with this prompt/scenario! I love a good position challenge! I feel like this couple fits the needs of the request - so back at it again with the positional shenanigans! Make sure to be safe, discuss all and any 'play' with your partners. I like to suffer, apparently. 

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The hot spray of water beating down on your shoulders is a welcome relief. Your hands splayed on the wet tile as the water slid down the center of your back. A soft sigh of satisfaction is interrupted by large hands capturing the flare of your hips. “Don’t you think we’ve made enough noise for the night?” 

Even though Namjoon’s lips were busy brushing against the arch in your back, you still heard him chuckle. “They don’t mind,” He rumbled, too busy dragging his tongue across your shoulder. “They sleep like rocks,” He chuckled, pulling you back against him. His hand was catching lather to rub across the front of your body. “Plus, I can’t count how many nights I’ve lost sleep because those little shits have no self-control.” 

Your head tilts upward, mouth slightly agape at the statement. “You’re kidding, right?” It was no secret that Namjoon claimed his best sleep came when he was with you. And now that the truth was out? You could barely hold your amusement.

“Hey, it’s not funny,” He offered a pitiful pout. “Do you know how many threesomes I’ve come home to? Loud ones at that. You should feel sorry for me.” He spins you around, crushing your breasts against him so he can reach down and grab a handful of your ass. “At least we’re quiet.”

You offer a slight nod as your arms slink around his shoulders. “This is true.” But, there’s something suddenly mischievous in your gaze. He eyes you warily as you smile. “Do you think you could stay quiet?” 

Namjoon pulled you against the erection stirring between you. “I’d like to say I can be pretty discreet. I’ve had lots of practice.” 

“You wanna put your money where your mouth is, Kim Namjoon?” You’re on your tiptoes whispering against his mouth.

“I’m listening.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, causing the slick to build between your legs.

“I seem to remember the last time I gave you a morning blow job; I almost was kicked out of my apartment.” You drew lazy circles across his pectoral. Your thumb brushed his nipple awake. 

“That’s not fair, love. I had a spectacularly dirty dream about you. How was I to know that morning erection was going to be so enticing.” He chuckled.

“Joonie, all your erections are enticing,” You offered with the slightest curl of your lip.

“I tell you what, my love,” He pulled you against the start of one of those enticing erections. “I’ll bite. I know here, I tend to be hyperaware of my decibels. So feel free to engage in a wake-up blow-job. I’m pretty sure I’ll manage to stay quiet much to your chagrin.”

Your brow lifts as he turns you toward the corner of the shower. His hips undulated as he pulled your leg up against his hip. “You underestimate my power, Joonie,” you warned with a moan. 

“We’ll see, my love.” He groaned as he slid inside of you for the third time that night. “You can use every trick in your playbook tomorrow morning.  But, of course, I’ll expect breakfast for my victory.” 

The first rays of morning slithered over the tops of the blackout curtains in his room. You wiped at your eyes before checking the time. Namjoon was on his back, arm over his face, chest rising with gentle breaths. You wiggle to the edge of that California king bed, arms stretched upward. 

You can use every dirty trick in your book in the morning.

That’s right - you have a bet to win. A Cheshire grin nearly splits your face as you head to the en suite bathroom. First, you made sure to brush your teeth, clean your face, use the bathroom and take a quick shower. Then, you searched one of your unique drawers for something to give you the upper hand. 

“Oh, we haven’t used you in a while.” A thin, silicone, vibrating plug was stored in a small bag. A small bottle of lube was rummaged as well. “I think this will do nicely.” You exited the bathroom, dropping the towel from around your body. You were so glad your boyfriend was a back sleeper. It made these mornings possible, after all. 

And, of course, the outline of his cock twitching beneath the blanket is a siren song you never fail to answer. The soft light of morning filtered against the ceiling as you crawled under the blanket. You settled between Namjoon’s legs, brushing your face against his thighs. You dragged your tongue across a twitching muscle. You alternate between bites, sucks, and the slide of your tongue against his skin. 

He shuffled with a moan, causing you to stop. You wait for him to settle before licking a path along the seam of his testicles. Next, your lips surround one, a gentle suck and roll before it pops out of your mouth. Then, you turn to lavish the same attention on the other one. His cock twitches as he moans softly.  

You spend the subsequent few minutes teasing, sucking, and massaging his balls. Finally, his cock juts up throbbing, angry, and leaking pre-cum. A finger tickling the entry to his ass when he spreads his legs wider. You pulled that silicone plug from the bag, lubing it generously. Your tongue traces a throbbing vein on the shaft of his cock. That thin plug was pushed slowly inside of him. His hips lift and swivel against the intrusion; the throaty gruff moan made your thighs clench.

Your tongue lapped at the opening of his cock, swirling saliva and pre-cum on the head. He was beginning to stir, restless against your teasing. His stomach dips as you lick him like a melting ice cream cone in the summer. The hand across his face slides down his chest, the other gripping the sheets. 

You take him into your mouth, pushing down until your nose was buried against his abdomen. The anal plug pushed all the way in as you hollowed out your cheeks. Namjoon wakes with a start, and he knows the sensation of your mouth. He knows the sudden fullness, and the feeling has him bucking into your mouth. 

“F-fuck, baby, shit!” His voice is a hoarse, almost violent whisper. You hum your amusement as the vibrator buzzed to life. He runs his hands through your hair, moving it away from your face. That makeshift ponytail was created to give him leverage. He leaned up on one elbow, moving your head down again until you swallowed all of him.

You could feel him pulsating against your tongue. His mouth fell open in shallow pant as he pulled you up till your lips suckled the tip of him. Then he pushed you down again, both his hands holding you down as he thrust into your throat space. A few seconds and he releases, pulling you up covered in drool and smiling. “You’re so fucking messy,” He growls. Your tongue flicks against the underside of his cock, and he pushes you down again. Not so tightly this time, enough that he could fuck your mouth. Your tongue lays flat against the shaft of his cock. He watches as he disappears time and again into your mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re messy. You know that? When you swallow me down like this. Fuck. Fuck.” He’s desperate to finish now. He wants to watch you swallow this pressure building in his gut. 

You turned the vibrator up to max, and he whines with an arduous thrust that had you gagging. Namjoon was caught between pushing his ass into the bed for more stimulation and pushing himself so far down your throat he was sure you’d consume him. 

He was doing so well, panting softly, stomach dipped and taut, the veins in his arms bulging with the effort to keep your airway open. Then it happened.

Knock, knock. 

The knock at the door, the twist of the doorknob. Namjoon released his death grip on your head, making sure you were covered by the blanket. He cleared his throat slightly, “Uh, y-yeah, what is it?” 

“Ah, sorry, Joon. I just wanted to ask if it was ok to head out on that walk without you?” Hoseok’s voice slid between the crack of a barely opened door. Namjoon silently cursed himself for forgetting.

“Ah, Hobi, I’m sorry. It slipped mind I-,” Namjoon’s breath was stolen as you continued to move. His brain short-circuited as your hand rotated and pumped against the shaft. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He stared daggers at you as he fought to find words. “-I s-should have set the alarm.”

Namjoon bit into his fist as if the pain would keep his breathing even. You pushed the anal plug inside of him further, sure that the tip was rubbing against his prostate. “Ah, don’t worry about it, Namjoon; I’m sure I can get Jin to go with me.” 

Namjoon made a noise that was slightly distressed, “Mmk. I. Will. Makeituptoyou.” He could feel the flood gates bursting open. Hoseok said something, and he could barely register the words as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. 

You kept working him, watching his thighs quiver. “No biggie, I’ll catch you at lunch!” The door closed, and Hoseok’s voice traveled away down the hallway. You cupped his balls and swallowed him down once again.

Namjoon’s body remained taut until Hoseok’s voice disappeared. He lifted the blanket to watch you suck him down. “Fuck. fuck, gonna...fuckin-” That distressed sound bubbled from his chest as he arched upward into your mouth. He pushed your face down against his stomach as he half sat up to blast down your throat. 

It seemed like every vein in his body stood out as he shot his load down your throat. Then, he pushed down so that vibrator touched that spot inside of him. Meanwhile, you’re thrusting against the sheets trying to feel something other than the throb between your legs. It feels like he was cumming forever until he releases you. Finally, he fell back against the bed, chest heaving and sweat squeezing from his pores.

You release him with a pop, turned off the vibrator with a soft chuckle. “You did pretty well.” Your body is still positioned against his legs as he tries to remember how to breathe. 

Namjoon’s eyes rolled back into his skull, and when it sounded like his heart wasn’t going to burst from his chest? He looks at you with hellfire in his eyes. “You little shit.” Before you could give him any lip or plaster that devious smile on your face - he pulled you up the length of his body. 

There was a soft whoop of sound as he all but tossed you against the pillows. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Your stomach flipped loops as he grabbed your breasts, massaging and rolling your nipples around. Your hips lifted upward, undulating and clenching at nothing. Namjoon’s hand makes its way down your body. “You think that was funny, don’t you?” 

Slap!

One hand moved toward your throat, the other slapped your sticky pussy lips. There was the slightest pressure against your collarbone as he hit your pussy again. Your mouth opened to moan as he slapped it again. A rapid succession of slaps that had your clit throbbing. “Joon, please!” 

The sound of moist flesh being slapped was loud for but a moment. Then, he raised fingers covered in your juices to his mouth. His tongue slid between his fingers, and you were ready to do whatever he asked of you at that moment. “Mm, I don’t think I taste anything. I should go in for a closer look.” Before you could protest, he was between your legs, pinning your hips with your calves over his shoulders. Your elbows dug into the mattress as your eyes met. He held you down, his gaze daring you to fight your way out of his hold. The tip of his tongue collected that sweetness shimmering on your inner thighs. “Look at this mess. I have to clean this up. I can’t let any of it go to waste.” Your teeth set into your bottom lip as Namjoon’s tongue licked at you from thigh to apex. His breath ghosted over your quivering sex, teasing you. He kissed you everywhere but where you wanted. The first flick of his tongue against your clit had you reeling. He showed no mercy as he dove in. His whole mouth opening to cover your sex, tongue inside the hole, nose brushing against your clit. It took both of your hands covering your mouth to muffle the sounds. 

There was a loud slurp that had your gut twisting as his lips wrapped around your clit. You fought against his hold on you, legs trying to close and crush his skull. He slapped your thighs, causing you to whimper as you spread wide for him again. “Joonie, please, please. I can’t..” 

“Yes, you can.” Slurp. Slurp. Slap. “You better if you know what’s good for you.” Slurp. Slurp.

Knock, knock. 

You sit up, eyes wide, with your hand full of Namjoon’s hair. The blanket pulled up to cover your lower half. The door was barely opened again, cracked enough for a voice to make its way through. “Hey! I thought we were having breakfast together.” You groaned at another interruption. “Uh, Joonie’s in the bathroom. We didn’t forget, Jimin!” 

Namjoon’s kitten flicks turned to full-on licks. He chased the slick dribbling from your cunt. His tongue running from the hole to clit. Your body goes taut with a forceful huff of air. “Tsk, you’d better not. It took me days to get this table! Tell Joonie don’t hog all the hot water.” 

Namjoon yanks the blanket away from his body. The fabric irritating his skin and blocking his view of your face. He feasts as if this would be the last thing his mouth would touch. Your eyes move between his dark gaze between your legs and that barely opened door. Jimin said something else, but all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears. 

“Jimin, I promise we’ll be ready in like...an h-hour.” There’s a strange hitch in your voice. “I’ll make sure there’s hot water.”

“Alright, you have an hour!” The door closed, and Namjoon continues to push your body to the limit, even before Jimin’s footsteps have disappeared down the hallway. Two thick fingers scissor and spread you wide as he sucks a rhythm against your clit.

You vibrate as your upper body twists, fingers clawing into the sheets as if it would keep you from floating away. Your mouth opens on a silent scream as the sound of moisture builds. Namjoon suckles with intermittent flicks on the hood of your clit - and you blow. A mouthful of the pillow keeps the keening sounds at bay. 

Namjoon opens his mouth, drinking your essence as you squirt all over his hands and chest. He’s been fucking into the mattress trying to build more friction. He sits back on his haunches; another slap to your cunt has you shuddering again. He swings a leg over your torso, scooting around until that thick cock is in line with your mouth. You lean up to swallow him as he leans down to feat on you again.

The sounds of doors opening and closing gave you both momentary pause. The voices carried outside sent you both into a frenzy of motion. He moans into your cunt as you suck him lewd and loud. You let him flop out of your mouth to spit on two fingers. Those two fingers plopped right into his asshole, deep to the knuckle till you brush against his prostate. He bucks upward, clenching around your fingers. 

You slap his ass while thrusting your hips into his mouth. “Move down,” you growl with another slap to his ass. Namjoon grunted as he shimmied down the length of your body. Your legs wrapped around his torso until your toes dug into the underside of his shoulder blade. He reached down pushing his cock toward the heat of your cunt. 

This was one of the positions you’d practiced but rarely had a chance to put it into play. Your hips lifted making it easier to guide him in. Your hands moved along his legs, slapping his ass as he filled you up. The unique position gave you a great view of his back as he nibbled along your calf. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, “Look at my pretty Joonie.” That thin silicone butt plug was within reach, and suddenly back inside of him.

Namjoon had to keep a hand between his legs, pushing his cock downward toward the opening of your pussy. Both your bodies rocked against the other, his back arched so he could fuck himself against that plug. “Turn it up, baby,” He grunts wanting a stronger vibration. 

“Fucking hell, you take this so well, Joonie. You look so pretty with your ass all stuffed. Gonna get you a bigger one next time.” You moan as you slapped his ass. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I need more…” He can’t stand not looking at you. He moved forward leaving you empty and wanting. He turned on you, lifting your legs up and pushing your feet toward the headboard. You could still hear the vibrator as his cock sank into you to the hilt. You rolled your eyes as he set a grueling pace. You couldn’t help clenching relentlessly as he rammed his body against yours. “Look at you, baby. All fucked out on my cock.” He grabbed your ankles with one hand. The other offering that gentle pressure against your clavicle. He held you down so your body didn’t bounce as he chased the quiver in your thighs. “Are you gonna cum for me?” 

Your bodies are drenched in sweat, he looks down his nose at you. The faintest smirk curling the side of his mouth. “I feel you getting ready to cum, baby.” He sucks in a breath, head falling back as the anal plug does its job. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

You reach forward grabbing his thighs, clinging to him for dear life as the pressure builds in your belly. Your nails dug into his thighs and he makes the whiniest noise you’d ever heard in your time together. 

The sound of a man overstimulated and ready to break. He is speed and stamina personified as your hips lift higher to take the beating he offered. Both of you were beyond caring about the noises. 

Namjoon moans, shudders, and whines again, he’s so close to a dizzying finish, but he just can’t get there. “Fuck, so fuckin’ close.” He bucks and shakes, your legs free as his hips become erratic. You let your legs fall as he pulls you up. Positions switched, you lift your hands above your head and ride him like a champ. His whole body is taut as you sink, swivel, and swerve, milking his cock for all its worth. It’s easy to get his legs up over your forearms. He holds them there, letting you kneel and change the angle of the fuck. 

Your walls flutter and squeeze at him. It hit you first. The orgasm had your nails scratching down the back of his thighs. He reached forward to grab your hips, pulling you onto his cock until he yelled a string of obscenities while he painted your insides white. 

He held your body still, scared that if either one of you so much as breathed aloud, he’d cum again. “Fuck, b-baby, vibrator, p-please.” He whimpered as he continued to pulsate safe in the confines of your cunt. It’s a feeble effort to remove the still buzzing toy from his ass. You fell onto his body, trying to let your lungs re-adjust to breathing. Both of you waiting for your hearts to calm. A blissful smile spread on his face as he softened inside of you. You wriggled a small amount, and that earned you a sharp slap on the left ass cheek.

“AH! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You laughed at the warning in his eyes. 

“You will be if you keep it up.” He grumbled. 

“Joonie, we have to get up.” Even though that was the furthest thing from your mind. 

Namjoon grunted pulling you, off his cock, further up his body. “We’re disgusting aren’t we?” You both sputtered into a laugh before he fumbled to sit on the edge of the bed. He managed to keep you in his arms the whole time.

“I think you broke my lower half,” you offered him a slight pout. 

“Hey, this was a valuable lesson.” He arched a brow as he stood up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Karma is swift, my love.” He kissed the tip of your nose while setting you gently on the edge of the sink. A warm washcloth and his attention to detail would begin the cleaning process.

He turned on the shower, hopefully, it masked the sound of your moaning complaint. He tutted at you, “Come on. It’s bad enough I’m going to need to change the sheets.” He pulled you into the shower, and under the spray of water. “You know, I could get used to waking up like that,” this spoken into the crown of your hair.

“Oh?” You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Let’s make sure we haven’t traumatized your roommates first, yeah?” 

Namjoon’s brows lifted in thought, “Good point. Let’s do wake-ups at your place.” 

You smiled as he spun you around toward the corner of the shower. His pupils were blown out, as that erection started to twitch again. “I think I can oblige that.” 

Inhibition

Genre: Choreographer!Reader, Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Namjoon needs help loosening up and getting out of his head when dancing. You decide to take him to a club.

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You waited outside the door of the practice room patiently. You couldn't believe for your first in the field training would be with actual idols, let alone BTS.

The lead choreographer opened the door and motioned for you to come in. You walked in and bowed politely to the idols. They returned the formality before sitting down cross legged on the floor.

"Boys, this is Y/N. She'll be teaching you the choreography for next week's special stage. This is part of her graduating project at the university, so please take this seriously."

The choreographer nodded when he knew they understood and politely wished you luck and left the room.

vVv

"All right, uh, first, I'll show you everything once through so you can get a good idea of what everything will look like."

You pulled out an IPad and showed them the choreography as performed by you and a few other students. With variation by member, it was much easier to show them the dance cohesively at first and then work individually with each member. At least, that's what you hoped.

You pointed out the positioning of each member with a pen, so that each member could easier learn their part.

"All right, let's work on everything from the hook to the bridge," you said.

vVv

After the first day, the boys had nailed the beginning part of the song. You were quite impressed with their progress. They only had a week to learn the choreography before the performance and at the rate they were going, they would have plenty of time to fine tune everything beforehand.

You packed your things into your duffel bag, ready to fall into bed as soon as you got home. Due to all day dance practices, your only homework was to record the experience. Something you fully planned on doing afterwards.

"Excuse me?" a voice said, accompanied with a knock on the door frame.

You looked up and saw Namjoon ducking shyly into the room.

"Yes?" you asked.

"I'm sorry to bother you, especially as you were leaving, but I was wondering if you could go over the choreography with me? I'm not very happy with how my part turned out today."

"Sure, Namjoon," you said. You'd noticed that Namjoon was a bit stiff during some of the moves or hadn't quite grasped all of them. However, you weren't overly concerned because they were easy mistakes to correct once he learned all the choreography. Of course, you'd corrected all the boys on the larger things, but they were all used to dancing by now that most of the mistakes were small ones. "What particularly were you concerned about?"

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"Namjoon!"

You couldn't help but laugh as he made the same exact mistake as before, even though you'd corrected it and shown him how to do it multiple times.

"All right, uh, watch me again."

You repeated the move and sighed a Namjoon once again did the move incorrectly. Well, it was technically correct, but the move looked awkward and stiff. You thought for a moment, before rushing back over to your bag and pulling out a mask and a baseball cap you kept in there in case your hair was too greasy after dance practice.

"Put these on and wait here," you said.

You went to the bathroom and changed into a pair of black joggers, a cool graphic crop top, and a jean jacket. You were thankful you had brought a decent change of clothes that day, at least one you could go out in.

Entering the practice room once again, you noticed Namjoon had listened to you and wore the mask and baseball cap.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"You're going to learn to lose your inhibition."

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Somehow you managed to charm your way into the club and made your way onto the crowded floor.

"I don't think this is the best idea," Namjoon said. "I could get recognized and then we'd both be in trouble."

You took his hands and led him out deeper towards the middle of the dance floor. The gesture took him by surprise and shut him up momentarily.

"Come on, dance! Don't think about it, just listen to the beat and do whatever feels natural."

You swayed your hips to the beat and danced the way you originally fell in love with you. There was still a part of you that just loved to let loose and dance, not worry about choreography or even the lines looking perfectly, just letting the beat tell you how to move.

You felt Namjoon's eyes watching you intently, but ignored it as you continued to dance. You should be used to people watching you dance by now, but something about the way he watched you made a shiver run down your spine.

Eventually, he gave in and joined you. At first, he was still slightly awkward and stiff, but after a few more songs he began to loosen up. You teased him slightly by showing off and moving in ways he couldn't.

After a couple hours, you were exhausted and you could tell Namjoon was too based on the way his hair laid against his forehead and his eyelids drooped.

"Come on, let's go back."

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"It's late," Namjoon said, once you were out of the club. "Why don't you just come back to the dorm with me?"

You were a little taken aback.

"You didn't sneak a drink in there, did you?" you asked, trying to play off the question.

Namjoon sighed. "Oh, no, that's not what I meant. I--" He sighed again, taking hold of the bridge of his nose. "We have to be back in the studio in a few hours anyway. I just thought it might be easier to go back together."

You smiled. "That's thoughtful, but I wouldn't want to intrude on the members, or accidentally cause a scandal."

"The members wouldn't mind and I understand. Will you at least let me take you home?"

You nodded and hailed a taxi for the two of you.

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You stood backstage anxiously as the boys took to the stage. You were nervous, considering the final performance reflected on you and your skills as a choreographer.

The boys had worked hard over the past week and you were confident they would do wonderfully. You'd even exchanged numbers to stay in contact with them after you went on to work with other idols.

You twisted the hem of your dress nervously. This wasn't really your scene, a fancy awards show. You felt slightly uncomfortable, afraid you'd do something to reflect badly on the boys.

You looked down at your phone for the first time in hours and saw a text from Namjoon.

"You taught me to lose my inhibition. It's my turn, now ;)

insomnia ; kim namjoon

it’s your first night away from him, and you just cannot fall asleep.

↬  pairings ┇  boyfriend!joon x gender non-specified reader

↬  genre ┇  pure fluff, some attempt at comedy, long distance relationship, crack sope ((;

↬  word count ┇  a little over 800 words

[  masterlist  ]

Thunderous claps outside your window pulled you closer into the duvet of your bed, allowing your own body heat to be your source of comfort between the sheets. You burrowed your head into the pillow as the weather bellowed; rain gushing onto roof as if about to break through any moment.

You sighed defeatedly, almost hating the way you had grown accustomed to Namjoon’s presence beside you in bed: though your insomnia was still apparent on some nights, there was no doubt that you’d gradually fallen asleep much quicker with him in your arms every night.

Though after knowing him for some time now, the pair of you had only been together for a few weeks — the timing of your budding relationship worked in your favour as BTS were on their break. Unfortunately, coming back to the real world, he was an idol with work to do, which eventually meant time apart. This meant that on your first night away from him, your body had sadly succumbed to the previous insomnia he had stripped you of for many nights.

You sniffled into your sleeve, grasping around in the bed to find your phone which you clutch at desperately to bring to your face. The light scorches your eyes as you fumble to turn the brightness down. The clock reads some time past 2am. Some calculating in your head leads you to believe it’ll be about 12am for Namjoon in his time zone. You unlock your phone and go straight to his speed dial, pressing video chat.

It rings for less than a second before he picks up. “Hi, Jagi.” His voice is in whispers, quiet as if to not disturb. His blonde hair peeks out from his hoodie that he’s very comfortably sat in on the sofa, making him look incredibly soft and cuddly. He offers you a sweet smile, and you die at the sight of his dimples. “Can you turn the light on, please?”

You realise he can’t even see you from the depths of your duvet. With some effort, you wiggle to the surface, reaching over the bedside table to switch on an electric candle that illuminates the bedroom with soft ambience. “Hi, Joonie.” His eyes light up when he finally sees you, bed head and all. He notices the weariness in your eyes and the tired smile gracing your lips, and he can’t stop the thought that runs through his head saying he’s falling in love with you all over again.

“Can’t sleep?” You shake your head, and he fakes a frown, “I’ll keep you company until you do.”

“How come you aren’t in bed?” He flips the camera to the bed across the room, and your eyes narrow on two figures, one lying across the other.

“It’s Sope. They took the bed so I get the sofa.” Part of you wants to laugh; the other part is upset your boyfriend doesn’t even get a bed whilst abroad. Namjoon seems to notice your concern, “It’s just a mix up, don’t worry. They’re sorting it out for tomorrow night.” Your lips purse and his look softens, “Hey, don’t worry, it’s comfortable.” The statement was said with so much passion, you’d think he was trying to convince himself.

With tiredness, your eyes shut momentarily, “You’re lying, aren’t you?” He cringes inwardly.

“Is it that obvious?” You nod. “Dammit.” The short scowl that leaves his lips sounds like a lullaby to you.

“Namjoonie?” a low, gruff voice calls out. Your boyfriend hums in return, his eyes averting from the camera. “Shut up.” You snigger a laugh, identifying the sleepy voice as Hoseok.

Your boyfriend seems to ignore him, turning his focus back to you, “The show was really good, baby. We had a bouncy castle!” You can’t help but notice how childish his manner becomes, and the sparkle in his eyes when he expresses his happiness. You’ve never wanted him in your arms more, especially now as you felt sleep creeping up on you.

You smile back after an extended yawn, “No way. On the stage?” He nods energetically. “That’s crazy, babe.”

“Mm, it was.” Namjoon pulls his hood down to ruffle his hair up, and if you had any more energy in you, you’d take a moment to ogle at how attractive the action was. He notices your eyelids droop, “Then Jimin-ah built a spaceship.”

You nod some more, nestling comfortably under the covers, “We all got in it and went to Mars.”

“That’s great, baby.”

“Yeah. Then we got ice cream and went to the alien zoo.” You mumble more agreement terms, Namjoon’s smile spreading across his lips. “Jin hyung looked like one of the aliens.” You quietly dropped into a long awaited slumber.

“We left Kookie behind though,” he murmurs softly. By this point you were lightly snoring, and Namjoon was doing everything possible not to break out into laughter for both the sake of you and the members in his room.

He can’t resist screenshotting your cute face, before whispering to you and ending the call.

“Goodnight, baby.”

I saw an ig post about normalizing throwing a break up party. I think this would be a cool concept hahaha

can someone please write a book about this??!?!

Shoot their shot at a break up party

Finally the girl of their dreams is single

Fluff courting y/n or their ship jikook taekook namjin sope taejin etc etc

Angst cuz wait listed character ain't ready but still they wait

Lowkey gets played

BUT STILL HAPPY ENDING

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE!!!?!?!!

If someone wrote about this please tag me :((( or any fic tbh HAHAHA i love reading aus :(((

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Original Female Character(s), Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Park Jimin (BTS), Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V Additional Tags: Kim Namjoon | RM is Whipped, Kim Namjoon | RM is Bad at Feelings, Boss Kim Namjoon | RM, Doctor Kim Seokjin | Jin, Right Hand Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon | RM is a Tease, Major Character Injury, Cute Park Jimin (BTS), Chaotic Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung | V and Park Jimin, Character Death, Forced Marriage (kinda), Kim Seokjin | Jin is Whipped, Attempted Murder, Boss Kim Seokjin | Jin, time doesn't make sense here, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, it's the 20's but it's not, Yandere Kim Namjoon | RM, BTS Mafia AU, Emotional Manipulation, Mind Games, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Cheating, Kim Seokjin | Jin is So Done Series: Part 1 of Murder in the Family Summary:

Falling in love with the leader of the most ruthless gang in Seoul was not her plan. Marrying a cold blooded killer was never on her mind. Being hunted...was never on her list. But she was on his.

 Janet Booker was a humble cafe owner before she met Kim Namjoon, the richest man in the city. He made her feel like she was a goddess but one day she discovers a terrible secret he works hard to keep from her. He'll do everything in his power to keep her. Even if that means turning out the lights.

Hey buddy hope your doing well!!... I came up with an imagine request please

It's a florist namjoon x reader

I just love joonie with flowers

Here you go, my love. I hope you enjoy it 💜🌸😘

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Warnings: none

@rkive-joonie

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You walked the streets of Seoul on a Friday afternoon. It was cloudy, and the news was calling for light showers. The cool breeze kissed your skin, causing goosebumps to form. The aroma of freshly baked sweets guided you to enter the bakery that was a few shops away from your destination. The owner greeted you warmly and you returned the gesture. You grabbed two muffins and two coffees. One for you, and one for your friend, Namjoon.

Namjoon was a florist at the local flower shop. The two of you had been friends for years now. You first met him at the bookstore when you moved to the city. You both reached for the same poetry book at the same time. It happened to be the last one, and an interaction that would typically be awkward was surprisingly comfortable. His gentle smile and contagious laughter soothed you almost immediately. You ended up insisting that he take the book. Swearing that you had far too many, and it’d probably collect dust on your bookshelf.

The second time you met him was at the bakery you stood in now. You hadn’t noticed him sitting by the window with the exact same book in his hands, but he noticed you. After you received your order, which you were taking to go, he quickly caught your attention at the door.

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“Hi.” He greeted softly through a nervous laugh.

“Hi. You’re the guy from the bookstore. Right?” You greeted with a smile.

“Yeah, that’s me.” He smiled. “I recognized you, and I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Namjoon.” He said with a bow.

“It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon. My name is Y/N.” You returned the gesture.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment. Namjoon’s nervousness wouldn’t allow him to form the words he so desperately wanted to. After a few seconds, you decided to break the silence.

“Well, it was good seeing you. I should get going.” You said, as you turned on your heel.

“Wait!” He called quickly, causing you to turn back around. Confusion written all over your face. “Sorry, it’s just…I just finished the book, and I was wondering if you’d like to read it?” He asked sweetly.

You couldn’t help but smile at the man in front of you as he fiddled with his thumbs. “I’d like that.”

As the two of you parted ways, you began flipping through the book on your walk home. You smiled to yourself once you noticed a small card poking through one of the pages. You examined the card which had his name and phone number on it, along with an address and a logo which read “KNJ Florals”

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The memories of your first few interactions with Namjoon cause you to smile fondly. He was such a kind soul and you cared for him deeply. You felt as if you cared for him more than a friend, but you were so content with your friendship that you never explored the other options. You were just happy to tag along for the ride. You were in no rush to get to your destination. It was ok to stop and smell the flowers every once in a while.

As you walked into the floral shop, the smell of fresh roses engulfed you almost immediately.

“Hi, welcome to-“ Namjoon began once he heard the bell ring but cut himself off once he saw you. “Oh, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” He smiled.

“I know. I wanted to surprise you.” You said as you slid the muffins and his coffee across the counter to him.

“You’re the best, flower.” He smiled as he took a sip of his coffee, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Anything for you, sweet boy.” You told him, taking a sip of your own coffee as you began walking around the shop. Taking notice of the freshly potted orchids.

“Slow day?” You asked as you admired the various colors.

“It’s gotten slow. Everyone came in earlier to avoid the rain.” He explained as he walked towards you.

“So, what I’m hearing is you can close up shop early and we can watch a movie?” You gave him a playful side eye, hoping he’d agree to your plan.

Namjoon worked too hard. It wasn’t hard to see. He dedicated his life to this shop that was passed down to him by his father. He swore that he’d take the best care of the shop and he kept true to his promise. He was the best florist in the city. Maybe you were a bit biased with your opinion, but it was true.

“I can’t do that, flower.” He sighed.

“You’re the boss, Namjoon. You can do whatever you want.”

“True, but I’d like to make at least 300,000₩ more before I close.” He admitted.

You quickly began searching the shop for the most expensive plants you could find, causing Namjoon to laugh as he chased after you.

“You’re not going to buy a bunch of plants just so I can close early.” He laughed.

“Says who? I’m a paying customer and you’re not my boss.” You giggled.

“How about we hang out here for one more hour and if no one comes in, I’ll close early, and we can go see a movie.” He suggested.

“Deal!” You agreed happily as you ran behind the counter to put your coffee away.

For the next hour, you kept watch over the front of the shop and made sure to water the plants that needed it while Namjoon finished up his tasks in the back. As expected, the shop hadn’t been visited by anymore guests for the day as the rain began to fall. You were so focused on watching the raindrops that you hadn’t noticed Namjoon sneak up behind you.

“I have a surprise for you.” He said softly.

You felt your face heat up as you turned to face him. He stood with a large bouquet of red roses. The card attached read “For my flower. From Namjoon”.

“These are beautiful.” You smiled as you realized that this is what he needed to work on. You could see just how much effort and attention he put into it. His arrangements were always so beautiful, but so much love went into the one he made for you, and it was clear as day.

“Anything for you.” He smiled, repeating your words from earlier. “Now, how about we close up and go watch a movie?”

“That sounds perfect.”

Once the shop was secured, Namjoon held his umbrella over both of your heads while one arm rested around your shoulder. As the two of you made your way to his apartment, you couldn’t help the happiness building in your chest. You needed no further confirmation. It was never about the destination. As long as the two of you were together, the ride could last as long as it needed to.

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Kim Namjoon Imagine Masterlist

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

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Flower (Request) 💜

How each BTS member will give a gift to their crush (Female reader)...

Note: This is totally fictional. This is to show how I personally perceive each BTS member and think how they will act in this specific situation.

1. Jungkook:

Jungkook was waving at me as I walked towards the shopping mall.

I wanted to buy myself something because I finally graduated from the college I was desperately wanting to leave. And I accidentally told that to Jungkook. He insisted on coming with me saying it didn’t look nice, my coming alone for such an occasion. I told him it wasn’t a big deal. But he would do whatever he wanted to and sometimes what his Hobi hyung requested him to do.

“You are late as always.” Jungkook pretended to look annoyed. I smiled and took his hand as we went inside.

The shop we went to was way too expensive than I anticipated. But the clothes were so damn good. I desperately searched for something that I could afford.

Seeing me struggling to choose, Jungkook brought a beautiful black and white top with a high-waist pant and showed it to me. The set was so beautiful that an automatic ‘wow’ reaction came to my face in an instant.

“So you like it?” Jungkook gave me a wide smile, “put it on.”

I shook my head and tried to explain to him. But he didn’t even listen to what I was saying. He simply pushed me toward the changing room. Once inside, I checked the price. NO WAY!

But I still put it on just to see myself in the mirror. I never felt more beautiful. In fact, I looked gorgeous. Jungkook really knew what looks good on me. I smiled at myself.

I came out of the changing room in my regular clothes. Jungkook looked confused, “What happened? Didn’t it fit well?”

“It fitted perfectly. But I can’t buy it. Not today. Let’s go somewhere else.” I said it straightforward without giving him a chance to speak. Jungkook was frowning. I putted the set back at their place and walked out of the shop.

“Thank you, anyway, Jungkook.” I said, “your choices...” I trailed off as I looked behind only to found that Jungkook wasn’t there.

I was a little confused for a while. Then I saw him coming out of the shop carrying a shopping bag with the same old wide smile on his face.

“You didn’t, did you?” I glared at him.

“Why?” he asked as if he had known nothing.

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell?” I shouted at him.

His smile was gone. He was looking at me with his big doe eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, “You know, my eomma always says that if you get out of a shop without buying something you desperately wanted, it’s bad luck.”

I laughed out at this. “Seriously, Kookie? You don’t have to lie like that to emotionally blackmail me into accepting that.”

His big wide smile returned as he handed me the shopping bag.

2. Taehyung (V):

I was just about to go to bed when my phone dinged with a notification. It was Taehyung. My immediate thought was something might be wrong. Taehyung always texted me whenever he was upset since we were really good friends and I was a good listener.

“Are you awake?” his text read. Before I could write anything back he again texted, “Since you’ve seen my text, you’re awake.”

“What happened? Is everything okay?” I texted him back.

Taehyung was typing while I waited anxiously. Finally he wrote, “Don’t worry about me. I’m outside your house. Please come down.” followed by a smiling emoji.

“This alien!” I thought. Though I liked him a lot, he could get really annoying at times. The temperature was really low outside. I wondered what he was planning at this hour of night.

I was still thinking whether I should go or not when he texted me again. “Aren’t you coming?”

I knew I had to go. Otherwise his feelings would be hurt. He would be going away for tour tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to meet him any time soon. Not even this Christmas.

I put on a sweater and headed outside. Taehyung was smiling at me. The smile that always warmed my heart whenever I was having a bad day. I could see he was shivering from the cold. So, I asked him to come inside.

He replied with a “No” and then immediately added, “I brought you your Christmas gift since I won’t be able to give it to you on Christmas day.” He showed me the box he was carrying. I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“You could have simply send it by someone. You didn’t need to come here at this weather.”

“But I’m going away. The flight’s at dawn.” he said in a rather sad voice.

“Whatever” I still couldn’t agree with him, standing there in cold, shivering from my head to toe.

Taehyung gave me a wicked smile and said, “You’ll regret saying that, you know? Because I am taking THIS back.” He pulled out a pair of converse from the box.

“NO WAY!” I shouted in excitement, “They are for me?”

“They WERE.” he said mockingly, “since you don’t need them...” he turned to go back. But I hold his hand, “Oh, Tae-Tae, I’m sorry.”

He turned back with his box smile on his face. I hugged him in excitement, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

3. Jimin:

“It’s been a while since we last met.” Jimin said while stirring his coffee.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s right. I was quite busy with my school works lately. I haven’t met any of my friends since God knows when.” I finished with a heavy sigh.

Jimin smiled softly, “Thank you, y/n, for having a coffee with me.”

“Don’t need none of it.” I said casually, “So, tell me, how’s things going on with you? You’re probably the busiest person I know.”

Jimin gave a little laugh, “you just said it yourself. But...” he stopped.

“But?” I urged him to continue.

“I’ve missed you, that’s all.”

I wasn’t expecting that. It sounded a little too straightforward to tell a friend you meet once in a while. I mean, Jimin was quite a friendly guy. It was always easier to talk to him no matter how long we’ve been out of touch. But him telling me that I was someone he had missed sounded like something I’m not used to. 

“Oh!” I said rather awkwardly.

Jimin pulled his chair closer and said, “Will you do me a favor, y/n?”

“Depends?” I was confused.

“Close your eyes”, Jimin commanded. “Please!” he added.

I had my doubts what he was doing. But I still closed my eyes for just a second. The next moment I opened them and said, “it looks so stupid.”

“Please, y/n, just do it. For me?” he further requested, pouting his lips.

This time I really closed my eyes. I could feel his hands reaching out to catch mine. My body shivered a little at his touch. Something very smooth was pushed through one of my hands.

“Done!”

I opened my eyes only to found that a cute little scrunchie with a long bow was hanging by my hand.

“That’s so cute, Jiminie!” I said with a smile. “Thank you!”

In return, he smiled and got back to his drink.

4. Hoseok (J Hope):

I was crushed by the amount of assignments I was due this week. I planned on an all-nighter to compete those. After some hours, I started to doze off in the library. My phone ranged and I woke up with a jerk, causing my coffee to fall on the ground.

“Shit!” I swore and picked up the phone, “Mom, I’m coming home late today. Don’t wait for me.” My mom asked me if I had dinner and I lied that I already had. Then she hung up.

I went to get another cup of coffee from the nearby café. When I came back, there was a meal kept on my place. It was third time this week. Someone is putting snacks for me whenever I’m at school.

I looked around to find it’s owner. But there was no one around. I set down and noticed a note attached to it.

“Don’t miss your dinner no matter how busy you are.”

Who was doing this? Was there anyone stalking me? My friend found it really cute that someone out there was buying me snacks and looking after me. To be honest, I found the attention amusing too. But this was getting out of hand. I desperately wanted to know who it was.

As I was really hungry and didn’t want to waste the meal, I opened it. There was a hamburger and sprite, my favourite. I smiled to myself and had them.

The next day, I found a box of cookies on the seat where I usually sit. My friend chuckled and said, “Here we go again. This person is really crushing on you so bad.”

“But this will do.” I said, “from now on, I’m not accepting anything unless I know who they are from.”

As I was about to raise from my seat the person sitting in front of me looked back and asked, “What are you gonna do with it?”

“I’m gonna throw it away.” I replied.

“But I thought you said you will accept them once you know who they are from.”

“Huh?” I was confused.

“Allow me to introduce myself” the person rose from his seat and stretched his hand toward me, “I’m Jung Hoseok.”

5. Namjoon (RM):

I was rubbing my face furiously removing the angry tears that was running down my cheeks. My stupid boyfriend, EX-boyfriend actually, broke up with me saying that I was a self centered bitch. Namjoon set beside me on the park bench and offered me the chocolate milkshake that he brought with him.

Since I was super upset I had called Namjoon to come earlier. I didn’t know why I did that exactly. But Namjoon was someone who would not judge me and support me unconditionally unlike my other friends.

I still refused to take the milkshake. Namjoon nodded and set there silently, waiting for me to break the silence first.

“Do you know, what he said?” I turned to Namjoon.

“It doesn’t matter as long as you don’t believe it yourself.” Namjoon said it as if it was the easiest thing to do. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to make me feel like it wasn’t my fault. He was trying to cheer me up in his own ways.

“I feel like I’m going to burst.” I said wiping my tears again.

“How about you break something?” Namjoon offers, “Maybe you’ll be at peace afterwards.”

I chuckled at this, “So, that’s why you keep breaking things?” Namjoon laughed shaking his head.

Suddenly something popped inside my mind. I went straight to my car and brought my diary with me. Namjoon looked confused, “Are you going to write on that?”

“Nope” I said, “I’m gonna burn it down to ashes.” And then I really did. I tore the pages one by one and put them on fire. The process was slow, but Namjoon waited and watched patiently. As I did it, the memories of my writing on my diary just how much I was in love with that little piece of shit, came back to me.

As soon as I was done destroying my favourite thing on earth, I broke down. I started to sob violently. Namjoon hugged me gently and stroked my hair. “It’s going to be okay, y/n. I’m always here for you.”

The next day, I woke up late. As soon as I went to the table for breakfast or lunch, whatever it was, my mom said, “Honey, you’re awake? One of your friends came this morning. He asked me not to wake you up and gave you this.” She handed me something wrapped in a gift like manner.

I went to my room and closed the door. I opened it up and found a cute ‘Koya’ diary inside. The note read, “Try writing about the reasons why you should love yourself instead. This might help.”

6. Yoongi (Suga):

During my free time, I usually went to the library since I was a huge book nerd. I dreamt of having my own little library though I couldn’t buy books very often. So, the nearby library was my only option.

I was heading for the library when I met Suga on my way, “Oppa! What are you doing here?”

“I came back from the bookstore.” he held up the book he bought from the nearby bookstore. It was ‘The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy’ by Douglas Adams, one of the science fiction books I was dying to read.

“As far as I know, that book is not available in the library or the bookstore.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Really?” Suga looked startled, “Maybe you didn’t notice it, that’s all.”

“No!” I argued, “I specifically asked the owner about it and he said so himself.”

“Why would you specifically ask about this one?” he held up the book again.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Oh yeah!” Suga nodded, “You told me about buying it online once.”

“Since it’s in the store, I’ll go take a look.” I was about to go when Suga stepped in front of me.

“You don’t have to.” He insisted, “take this one. I already regret buying it.”

“Why do you regret it already?”

“You know, y/n?” he showed clear sign of annoyance, “you talk unnecessarily too much.” He handed me the book and said, “I have to go now. Unlike you, I’m a very busy person.” And he was gone.

I was a little pissed at him for acting that way. I still went to the bookstore and found the owner. I showed him the book and asked if it was being bought from his store. He shook his head and told me they didn’t have that book yet.

7. Jin:

“Yay!” I shouted with joy as I won the round of monopoly against Jin.

“How could I not see that coming!” Jin made a surprised face.

“Now, remember? What the deal was?” I reminded him about the deal we made earlier that whoever won would get to ask for something from the other.

“Anyeo!” Jin shook his head furiously, “Let me process this whole situation at first.”

I could hear Jungkook shouting from the couch, “Jin Hyung is messing with you. He won’t accept any defeat and you won’t get any reward as well.”

I would not let that happen. This was my first time winning any game against Jin. I would make sure Jin remembered it for the rest of his life.

“Mr. Kim Seokjin, accept your already pitiable defeat without embarrassing yourself any further.” I commanded.

“Alright, alright!” Jin finally gave up, “What do you want from me?”

“Let me think,” I said, “how about…”

“Don’t say anything,” Jin stopped me, “I have just the thing for you.”

I argued, “But you’re not supposed to choose the reward for me.”

Jin got up and went to his room without paying any heed to me. After a while, he came back with a box wrapped with some printed paper. He handed it to me and said, “Open it when you go home.”

“Alright!” he shouted at others, “everyone, come at once if you want to play another round of monopoly.”

As soon as I got home, I opened the wrapping paper and found what’s inside. It was a whole set of different kinds of colors, pens, stickers and notebooks. With them there was a note, “Good luck”.

Last week, I got accepted into the fashion school I was wishing to get into my whole life. When I told it to Jin, he didn’t even give any reaction to that other than just a “Good for you!”

But Jin had already prepared the gift beforehand. Now I knew why he had offered me to play a game with him. He really had his ways of doing things.

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Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Fluff Warning: None, I guess? Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: Meeting Namjoon while you take your sister to the park proves to you that he is the kind of man you’ve always fantasized about...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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Today, I was in charge of taking my 8 years old sister to the park she frequently went to. My mother usually did the job. Since she didn’t feel too well, I had to take the part.

“Namjoon oppa!” my sister called and ran towards the man I had never met before. But I had heard about him a lot from my mother and he was a perfect gentleman in her eyes. My little sister was fond of him as well. She even told me once that she would gladly exchange me with her ‘oppa’ if given the chance.

Namjoon’s face broke into a smile as he saw her. “Hey, sweetheart.” he said while hugging her gently. There was a hint of confusion on his face when he looked at me.

“I’m her elder sister.” I introduced myself.

“I see,” he shook my hand, “I’ve heard about you.”

I felt embarrassed as I wondered what my mother could possibly have told about me. She was the kind to always brag about me to every single person she met. Though, I see nothing in me to brag about.

Namjoon offered me to sit down. I accepted hesitantly even though my plan was to sit alone and read the last chapter of the book I had brought while my sister would go around the park making new friends.

We both tried to make a simple conversation, which we found too hard to continue. So, we sat there silently, watching my sister play with Namjoon’s dog.

After a while, Namjoon noticed the book, which was poking through my bag and inquired about it. Then, he showed me the book he had brought which gave me an excuse to read mine while he quietly read his.

That was how our first meeting went. When I got back home, my mother wasn’t impressed at all because of how immaturely I had behaved.

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I started to take my sister to the park more often. So that I got to meet Namjoon every now and then. He would come to walk his dog sometimes and will always strike up a conversation with me. Sometimes he would bring chocolate, milkshake or ice cream for my sister.

One day, he brought two chocolates with him, gave one to my sister and handed one to me. I gave him a look that said, “Why me?”

Namjoon laughed a little and said, “You mentioned once about how you used to eat lots of chocolates when you were a kid. So, I thought perhaps nobody bring them to you anymore now that you’ve grown up. But I can see through you. You still like them.”

I couldn’t help blushing. He had definitely saw me asking for a bite from my sister whenever I thought he wouldn’t notice. What an embarrassing way to get busted!

From that day on, whenever he would bring something for my sister he would bring one for me as well. At first, I hesitated to accept them. But eventually it turned into a normal act between us.

I started liking Namjoon without realizing it. He was the kind of person to radiate warmth around him. Talking to him started to feel like a stress relief mechanism to me.

I also couldn’t help noticing how clumsy he was. He would often break things and spill drinks on himself and on me as well. Once he even tumbled and fell down while we were walking down a slope.

He would immediately start to apologize and explain to me how he was not very good with his hands and legs. He even mentioned that some people called him a ‘giant baby’ because of his nature. I found it so adorable that I started to call him by that name secretly in my house too.

“Oh dear!” my mother once said, “Don’t tell me you are falling for him.”

“Of course, not!” I said with confidence. Then turned to go to my room, muttering to myself “I hope so…”

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We had bonded over our love for books. I found out that he was as eager to buy new books whenever he had the chance as me. We talked for hours about our favorite books, fictional worlds, characters and stories. It was getting dark and my little sister practically begged me to take her back home.

At this point, I was taking her to the park almost every day. And of course, my motive behind it was to meet up with Namjoon. Soon, I realized how less and less frequent his visits were getting. When I had asked him about it, he said, “I’m getting a little too busy with my works lately.”

He only once mentioned about him working for some music company. He had told me that he needed break every now and then from his stressful works. So, whenever he came to walk his dog, he didn’t like to talk about it. I never pushed him either.

“I want to take you out sometimes.” He told me one day; which was really surprising. We had been friends for more than 3 months. But none of us had ever expressed anything more than that by this time.

“Yeah, sure!” I said, “Where to?”

“Maybe at a bookstore?” he suggested. I said it sounded great and we agreed upon a time at a particular day.

As soon as I told my mother about it, she was really excited. She bought me new clothes with matching jewelries. I told her that she was imagining a little too much, that it was supposed to be a friendly hangout.

We met in front of the bookstore at the appointed date and Namjoon handed me the beautiful white flowers he had brought with him. I thanked him and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about buying you flowers too.”

Namjoon smiled at me, “Don’t worry, dear. Buy me some other day.” His dimple smile was enough to melt away all the worries. He looked so different when he smiled that it felt like he was a complete different person.

We had planned to buy each other books that we personally preferred. It was a fun idea. We were roaming around talking about what we liked about the books that we had chosen. And finally, we got out of the shop with loads of books to carry back home.

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Next time, I invited him for a coffee and I was the one who brought flowers for him.

“Wow, Sunflowers!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah.” I said casually, “’Cause they are my favorites.”

“No wonder. Pretty people like pretty things.”

I laughed, “Thank you or whatever.”

“Was it too bad?” he asked, “I was just trying to flirt.”

I nodded my head in affirmation, “Don’t even think about it. You’re horrible at this stuff.” Namjoon also started to laugh.

We ordered our coffees and sat there for a really long duration. Time seemed to fly by while I talked with this guy. He was a person I could talk so easily with.

By the end of the date, Namjoon said, “I think you ought to see for yourself the world I live in.”

“What does that mean? Are you from Narnia or something?” I jokingly asked.

He shook his head, smiling with somewhat seriousness, “I mean, my work.”

“Okay.” I said, excited to know.

“It is actually unbelievable that you still haven’t found out about it.” He chuckled, “I am an Idol.”

“You mean as the K-pop?” I asked, totally shocked at the revelation.

Then, Namjoon asked casually, “Do you know BTS?”

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True Self - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Angst with a little fluff Warning: A bit angsty, toxic ARMYs, cyber bullying, swearing etc. Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: Once you find out that Namjoon is an Idol, you start to see him differently than you did before...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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My mother kept denying it saying that Namjoon was trying to prank me until I showed her his profile in Google. It was hard for me to believe it myself at first.

Namjoon told me that he would like to introduce me to his band mates. What? I was going to meet with the biggest band of the world. And I didn’t even know them. I felt like an idiot for never trying out K-pop before.

I spent most of my time streaming their music and other videos which I found too hilarious. I kinda regretted it now for not knowing about these precious gems existing. Now, I could see why people loved BTS from the bottom of their hearts.

The leadership quality in Namjoon was something on another level. He was definitely one of the many reasons of BTS being BTS. I felt somewhat proud for knowing him in person.

One thing that shocked me every time was Namjoon’s ability to produce the most relatable lyrics. Those were the words I had always wanted to say, but better. I felt like, we were one person in mind.

“Does that make him my soul mate?” I thought. Soul mate or not, he was definitely my ideal type; which I had never imagined I would get to meet in real life let alone date him.

I started to see Namjoon in a new light. He was no more just a silly boy who talked about books and nature. He was a superstar, a role model for people to look up to. He was intelligent and artistic. But he was also someone who was out of reach; which I had realized the hard way.

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"We were dying to meet you." The one called Hoseok said as soon as Namjoon had introduced me to them.

"Me too!" I said, "I was very excited." Which was partly true. Actually, I was more nervous than excited. I was worried they might find me boring.

Fortunately nothing of the sort happened. I met the Bangtan boys at a restaurant near their house. They had welcomed me and made me very comfortable around them. Soon, we were talking and eating like they had known me for years.

I had learnt that it was extremely rare for them to date anyone because of their busy schedule. They tended to avoid going into relationships to keep it easy.

"But do you know what hyung told me?" Jimin said with a smirk on his face, "He said, ‘Yah, Jimin, I don't think I can keep away from her.’"

"Jimin-ah!" Namjoon yelled at him while the others burst into laughter. I was blushing so hard that I had to cover my face pretending to cough.

At some point, Namjoon had a call and he asked me to excuse him for a moment. When he returned, his face was grave.

"Something came up." He said apologetically, "I’m sorry, darling. I really have to go now."

"It's Okay," I nodded, "Maybe one of the boys can drive me."

It was agreed on that Jin would take me back home. Then, Namjoon left. Even though, we still stayed there for half an hour more, I felt Namjoon's absence every moment. I wasn't enjoying the dinner anymore.

Finally, Jin was giving me a ride as promised. He probably noticed the change in my expression. "You know," he said, "when we said it's hard, we really meant it."

I nodded my head slowly. I understood. It would indeed be hard to date an idol.

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“Happy Birthday, darling.” Someone softly placed a kiss on my forehead.

I woke up from the touch and slowly opened my eyes. At first a little blurry, then, I could make up the face in front of me. It was Namjoon. As soon as I recognized him, I pulled him into a tight hug.

“Woah!” He exclaimed, “Hey, calm down. I’m not going anywhere.”

I shook my head as I didn’t let go of him. Namjoon hugged me back and chuckled, “You’re acting like your little sister now.”

I didn’t care. I had met him in person after 2 whole months. We didn’t even get to talk online often. As always, Namjoon was way too busy to make time for our relationship. And I was worried it might fall apart at any time.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re coming, huh?” I asked pretending to be furious at him since we had an argument last night.

He put on his best dimple smile and said, “To surprise you, of course.”

“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes, “Showing off how romantic you can get?”

Namjoon spent the whole day with me and my family. Apparently, my mother already knew about his visit, which shocked me since she was incapable of keeping secrets. My little sister was super happy to meet her ‘oppa’ after a long time too. Overall, it was one of the best days I had in a long time.

Namjoon planned a dinner for my birthday at a fancy restaurant. I put on my best dress. I also put on a lot of makeup. When I was finally pleased with my outfit, we sat off for the little date I was longing to have.

The restaurant was beautiful. We got our table at the furthest corner to enjoy some privacy. The food was delicious as well.

“What?” I was completely shocked when Namjoon announced that he was going away tonight.

“I’m really sorry, darling.” He apologized once again, “It was already hard but I still managed to get a day off to celebrate your birthday.”

“I can’t believe it.” I said, “We are meeting after 62 days and you are already leaving in a day.”

“I know it sounds ridiculous.” He tried to laugh it off, “But I promise, next time, I’ll get more time and we’ll go on a long vacation. Does that sound good?”

“Next time!” I whispered.

Namjoon took my hands in his, “I’m really sorry.”

“Can you please stop apologizing already?”

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The threats kept coming one after another and so was the mean comments.

“Why don’t you go die in a ditch, you freak!”

“You’re so fucking ugly that you make me puke.”

“How did you make our handsome Namjoon hyung to fall for you, witch?”

Some reporters had found out about us. Now, the news got leaked into the media. And some of his fans couldn’t accept it.

At first, I was crying at night silently. I was a sensitive person. So, every harsh comment felt like a knife through me. Eventually, I became numb towards the hatred. I stopped posting online. Ultimately, I deleted all my social media accounts.

“Don’t worry, darling.” Namjoon would call every day to console me over the situation, “Nothing’s made official. They’ll get tired of it. It will be over soon.”

“Does it even matter?” I asked once.

“Why are you saying that?” Namjoon’s voice sounded as if he was worried.

“If it takes not making our relationship public for the hatred to go away, that means, we will never be official.”

Namjoon was silent for a moment. Then, I added, “Perhaps someday, it will be over for us as well.”

“Don’t you worry about it, darling.” He said, “We will overcome the struggles.”

I wiped a tear from my cheek, “I wish I was as strong as you.”

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Purple Ink (RM)

[Words in bold are in Korean]

I begin another doodle on my arm. It's nearly filled now with sketches from my ballpoint pen.

"Seriously, I can't believe your soulmate's never asked you to stop. Your drawings are everywhere at this point" my friend Stacy laughs.

I finish up the rose I'm drawing, "I'm sure they love my drawings. They've told me themself."

Stacy sighs, "I wish my soulmate talked to me more.. do you think I'll ever find them?"

"Easy. Just write your name really big on your forehead, they won't miss you."

"That is FAR from a solution, Y/N."

I laugh and look back down at my arm. A small heart appears next to the flower.

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A Weverse notification interrupts my thoughts as I walk through the door. "RM started a Live" I open the live.

Namjoon and Hoseok are painting. I giggle as Namjoon spills some ink on his arm. Shutting my phone off, I go to take care of the pile of dishes in the sink.

As I pull my sleeves up, I notice a splatter over my wrist.

"What the.."

I run over and grab my phone. Pulling up the app again, I stiffen at the sight.

Namjoon's purple ink stain covers his wrist, a few splatters on his palm. Exactly like mine.

"No way... it can't be" I mumble.

Slowly, I grab a pen and write a small note on my arm by the splatter. Like clockwork, it shows up on his arm: "Namjoon?"

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The next few days, twitter had been blowing up about us.

"Namjoon's soulmate is an ARMY?"

"Guys! She knows! She found him!"

"Aww, that's sweet. Let's be happy for them."

"Wait, you mean they haven't met yet?"

I sigh, bringing my head to my hands.

"What do you want to do about it?" Stacy asks.

"I don't know.. I'm happy but I'm sad and I just don't know what to do. I'm surprised that he's someone I've admired for so long, but I feel dumb for not ever noticing. And I never imagined meeting my soulmate would be like... this. What if ARMY hates me? I don't want to cause him trouble. What if-"

"Relax, girl. I've only seen supportive comments so far. Everyone knows that you can't control soulmates, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Yeah, I just, i dunno." I slump down in my chair, "it's not like I'll ever get to meet him anyways. It's a lost cause."

"Hey! Chill out. What you need to do is give him a way to find you."

"Such as?" I grumble.

"Such as posting your art online. I've been telling you forever, your creations are too good to keep to yourself! And if you post them, soon enough either he'll find you or ARMY will"

"That's... that's not a bad idea."

And that's how you got here. You'd been posting for two weeks now, but only had about 12 followers.

"Trust the process! He'll find you. It takes time to build an account." Stacy assured you.

"I just feel like the art should be for me, not a faceless algorithm."

"I'm sure he'll find you. He sees your art every day."

"I hope so" I mutter.

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I scrolled on my phone half-awake. I couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to explore my feed on instagram. Suddenly, I received a like. And another like. And a follow. And soon enough, a message.

"Who..." I mumbled.

My eyes widened as I see the message they sent me. (Messages by them are in THIS COLOR, messages by you are in THIS COLOR :))

"I'd recognize your art anywhere"

I shiver at their words. Looking at their account, it doesn't help in figuring out who this is. A part of me carries a small hope. It must be Namjoon! He must have found me! But I don't want to get hurt.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Namjoon :) You draw on my arm all the time.."

No... no way. It can't be. What am I supposed to say to my soulmate? What if it's just Stacy pulling some sick prank on me?

"Hmm, prove it then."

Suddenly I feel a tingling sensation on my wrist as words begin to appear.  'Hello artist'. I quickly scratch out a message in our chat room.

"Oh my god, it's really you! I never thought I'd find you.."

"Well you did :) I love your drawings by the way. I'm a big fan."

"No, that's what I'M supposed to be saying. You're music is seriously amazing. I can't believe I get to be your soulmate.."

"You're so cute"

I blush. Not sure what to say, I wait for him to speak again.

"How long have you known?"

"That I'm your soulmate haha"

"Oh, uh, I was watching your live with j-hope"

"Ah, so when I spilled the paint on myself? That isn't very romantic..."

"Well, I'm glad you did regardless."

A question sits at the back of my throat. Suddenly my fingers begin to type it.

"How did you find me?"

He begins to type.

"It's actually kind of similar. I've been following you for a while now. I found your page maybe, two weeks ago? You didn't have too many posts up at the time but as you started posting more, I guess I just kinda realized one day. Like your drawings felt like home to me. And one day I was looking at your art on my Lock Screen, and then down at my arm, and it just hit me. So I decided to message you haha"

"Dfbivaldhflvahf ok wait you made my art your Lock Screen?"

"Shoot. Shouldn't have sent that part"

I giggle.

"Um, I guess where do you live?"

"No no not like that-"

"I feel like I'm messing this whole soulmates thing up already??"

"Like do you also live in Korea or..?"

"Ah, no.. sorry. I live in (INSERT COUNTRY NAME)"

"Don't be sorry! Y'know.. we're actually going to be doing a comeback soon with a tour :D"

"I'll talk and see if we can go there!"

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I shiver in the cold hallway. He told me to meet him here, is he still coming? Maybe I should leave.. NO! That's silly. He's coming, Y/N. Just be patient.

Suddenly I hear sneakers squeak against the tile. Turning to my left, I notice him. Him. The boy I've been messaging for 7 months now. The one I've been waiting to meet. The one I love.

His dark hair bounces as he runs, star-like shimmers glimmering in his eyes. He slides in front of me, skidding a bit on the slick floor.

"It's you, you're here, I" He pants.

"Hi Namjoon" I smile.

Suddenly my head goes blank. All those months of texting, and I have nothing to say.

"Erm, good luck with the concert."

He checks his watch, "Oh, right, haha. I was so excited to meet you that I forgot about the concert."

"Hey! ARMYs paid good money to be here tonight. Don't forget about them because of me"

He smiles and pulls me into a hug. We swing from left to right as we talk. After around 15 minutes, a staff member informs us that we have to go for him to perform.

Once he leaves I sink down to the floor, clutching my phone to me. I daydream about reality, the moments only seconds ago that somehow already feel so distant. Wonder when I'll see him again. Wonder if it'll be soon.

"I can't believe she's his soulmate"

"I know, right? I mean, is the universe sure that they're destined?"

Laughter from the two staff members pulls me out of my lovely daze. Why are they so rude? What did I do? Do they assume I don't know Korean just because we spoke in English?

A third girl working there spoke up, "C'mon guys, let's not be so mean. We don't even know her yet!"

"Yeah, but like, have you seen her?" The previous staff questions.

"Yeah, what about her?"

"She's just... not what I thought she'd look like."

"She could be listening now," the third girl said, "I think she seems perfectly nice. You should give her a chance."

Without another word she walks out of the room and into the hallway, where I was listening. I look up to her from the floor, my eyes glistening with tears.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! You must have heard them. They're like that to everyone, don't worry."

I nod and turn away, "Yeah no, it's just... old insecurities coming back"

"Well don't let them," she smiles, "I, along with I'm sure Namjoon, think you're gorgeous."

I laugh, "Thank you. You are too"

"I have to be! It's hard keeping up with my worldwide handsome boyfriend" She jokes.

"Wait, are you?"

"Minji, Kim Seokjin's soulmate" She grins.

We talk together while we watch the concert from the waiting room. Apparently she's been with the boys for 2 years, which is a little intimidating. Am I going to have to meet them later? What if-

"Everything alright?" Minji asks.

"y-yeah!" I nod.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay"

I turn to her. Did she know? Suddenly, Namjoon and the rest of the members pour into the room.

He pulls me into a hug, "How did we do, baby?"

I blush at the nickname, mumbling, "You guys were amazing"

"Were you nice to Y/N?" Seokjin asks Minji.

She sighs, "yes, but Ari and Chaeyeong said stuff about her"

"What did they say?" Namjoon yells.

"They were just being rude. Talking about what she looks like and if she's good enough for you, and...y'know"

Unknowingly, I had begun to tug harder at Namjoon's shirt while tears threatened to form. He pulls his arms tighter around me, "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're perfect. Don't listen to them, Minji's right. They're always like this. We are all here for you, we love you. None of the things you're insecure about mean anything to me. To me, you are perfect."

"I-I.." He pulls away to look at my face.

"You're crying but you're smiling.. I don't understand"

"They're happy tears" I grinned, "Because, I can't believe the universe thought to give me the luck that is you."

Written in the Pages (RM) CH6

𝄆 Jungkook POV 𝄇

"Guys! Guys!" I huff.

"Woah, where'd you go man?" Hoseok questions.

"And why are you breathing so hard?" Taehyung jokes.

"I.. Y/N..."

Namjoon jumps up, "Y/N? What happened with Y/N?"

"She went to the bathroom, and I followed her, and, and those girls," I heave, "they were trash talking us and then they started bullying Y/N, she must have been hiding from them, and then they left and she was crying and-"

"I'm going to find her" Namjoon growls.

Suddenly, she strides up to the table. Grabbing her stuff, she bows to us, "thank you for lunch. I have to go now." Her eyes are puffy and her face is red from obvious crying.

"No, no no no." Namjoon pulls her to face him, "you don't look okay. We heard what happened. We-"

"It's fine. I'll see you around." She starts to walk away.

"Hyung, maybe-"

He bolts after her. They both exit the cafeteria. I turn to the rest of the boys, their faces showing equally confused expressions.

𝄆 Y/N POV 𝄇

I run into the library, the only place where I know I can be alone. Except I'm not. As I approach my favorite table in the back, Namjoon is still trailing behind me.

"I said it's fine."

"It's not fine" he says, "I don't know what they said, but I know they hurt you. And I never want to see anyone hurt you."

"Why do you care?" I sneer, "You guys aren't actually friends with me. I'm just your charity case. You don't want me around."

"Don't say that!" He cries, "I care because I lo-"

"Save me the pain." I whimper, "save me the pain of knowing you'll never feel to me how I feel about you."

As if on cue, the bell rings.

"I have to go, Namjoon. Just forget about it. I'll work on forgetting my feelings, and we can all just move on."

𝄆 Namjoon POV 𝄇

She walks back to her class. I stay frozen in the library, orange sun painting the shelves.

"But I don't want to move on."

Written in the Pages (RM) CH8

"That's a terrible idea, Namjoon" Jin snarks.

"I thought a serenade sounded sweet.." Hoseok said.

"He's talked to her like,, twice??? And your plan is to follow her home? Bad idea."

"Yeah, Jin's right." Yoongi adds.

Jimin pipes up, "What if you wrote her a card?"

I think for a moment, "Isn't that too... obvious?"

"What's wrong with obvious?" He asks, "It can't be worse than stalking her and singing her four lines in the middle of her house, can it?"

I sigh, "what would I even write in a card?"

"Something like Oh Y/N~ I'm so in love with you! Every night when I go to bed I dream of kissing you-"

"sHUT UP!" I groan as I cover my face.

~

𝄆 Y/N POV 𝄇

Falling in love is like picking flower petals. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. One day I think he likes me, the next I'm sure he doesn't.

Love is a beautiful thing, but sometimes it can be so hard. Does he like me? Why else would he go to all this effort for me? But at the same time, why would he want me when he could have anyone?

I might love him, but sometimes I just feel so insecure at the thought of him.

I think back to when me and Namjoon last talked. He had tried to talk to me, explaining that he did care. But I had jumped to conclusions and let my insecurities get the best of me. Was I the reason he wasn't talking to me? He must be giving me space because he thinks I'm mad at him.

I grab my phone and open it up to instagram. Messaging him, I write:

"Hey Namjoon. I'm sorry I didn't let you finish what you were saying last time... I guess I just got caught up in my anger. It wasn't fair to you"

After a while, I see three little dots.

𝄆 NAMJOON POV 𝄇

I typed out a message to her:

Me: Wait, so you're not mad at me?

Y/N: Of course I'm not mad at you! I thought you were mad at me..

Y/N: I... overheard these girls saying that you were just hanging out with me as a joke.. I know you would never do something like that! I just....

Y/N: I just started to feel like I wasn't good enough for your friend group

Me: Don't listen to them. We decide whose good enough for us, not them. I'm sorry they made you feel that way.

Y/N: Can I ask you something?

Me: Anything

Y/N: Just out of curiosity, what type of person would you date?

I pause. Do I tell her? Do I tell her what I've tried to tell her multiple times now?

No. I can't tell her over instagram DMs. When I tell her how I feel, I want it to be special.

Me: Someone smart, funny, pretty,

Someone like you.

Me: What about you? What type of guy would you date?

Y/N: I don't know haha. I haven't really thought about it.

Me: Would you consider... someone like me?

Y/N: ...maybe

Y/N: would you consider someone like me?

My thumb starts to type 'yes', but right as I'm about to press send my screen turns black.

"Shoot! My phone died!"

I'm not having another misunderstanding. Our conversations keep getting interrupted. If I can't send her the text, then I'm just going to have to tell her in person.

Tomorrow I will tell Y/N how I feel.

~

I rush into school. It's 8:00am still, plenty of time before class starts. I walk into the classroom to find Y/N sitting at her desk, a book open on her table.

"Y/N" I call out.

She glances up at me, worry painting her face.

"Y/N. I need to tell you something"

The classroom is empty, as class doesn't start for another half hour. Yellow sunlight paints the desks, slowly tilting as the sun continues to rise. The light brushes over her hair, highlighting a few strands that excitedly bounce up as she lifts her head.

"What is it?"

"I-I.." I stutter, "I need to talk to you"

She bites her bottom lip, looking down, "Is it about our conversation last night? Listen, I'm really sorry about-"

"No. It's, It's about... how I feel about you"

After a pause she bursts into laughter, "about the ideal type thing? It's okay if you don't feel that way about-"

"No!"

"Stop interrupting me!" She jokes, "it's okay if I'm not your type."

"No, what I meant was that you are my type! That's what I was trying to say before... my phone died."

She gives me a deadpan look, "your phone died?"

"It did! But that's why I've decided that I'm tired of being interrupted. I need to tell you that-"

"Namjoon! How's it going!" Jin yells as he opens the classroom door.

"NO!" I shout back at him. I then turn to Y/N, "I need to tell you that I like you. I have feelings for you. That's why I keep talking to you, why I always want to have lunch with you, why I got so angry at what those people said about you, because I like you. And I want us to be more than friends. And I understand if you don't feel the same but I just needed you to know that"

She looks up at me with shocked eyes. Did I yell all of that too? She closes her book and breaks eye contact, looking out the window at students walking in to school. Jin has a wide-eyed look on his face as well, probably surprised at my sudden outburst.

"You... like me?"

"Oh yeah. He's had the biggest crush on you since last year. He's spent the last week trying to tell you, it's really kind of-"

"Jin! Shush!" I whisper-yell.

Her small smile turns to a big grin, "you've liked me since last year?"

I rub the back of my neck, "well... yeah"

She jumps up from her desk like she's about to hug me, then stops and fiddles with her fingers, "I... I like you too!"

"Really?!" I smile too, "I.. That's, can I hug you?"

She smiles and nods. I pull her into me, resting my arms on her shoulders.

"Ew, get a room you too" Jin groans.

I pull away from Y/N, "we had a room until you showed up."

He just laughs and walks away, leaving his bag at his seat. Me and Y/N smile at each other. We stay in silence until class starts, only interrupted by our awkward giggles.

KIM NAMJOON

All my fics on RM so far 😎

Written in the Pages:

A quiet girl who only knows love as something in books meets an equally awkward boy struggling to find his place in the music world. Is there a chance their friendship can turn into something more?

CH1 - Crush

CH2 - Your Comfort Zone

CH3 - Oops

CH4 - First Fan

CH5 - I Like Someone Else

CH6 - Save Me the Pain

CH7 - Just One Day

CH8 - My Phone Died

Oneshots:

Purple Ink

Every Part.

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 x Reader: Smoking is injurious to health

Summary: You were at the roof of your workplace smoking your vice, a ciggerate. When a certain tall man tries to talk you out of it.

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Life is a rollercoaster of various events, and I fell like recently, the dips have been just too much. After completing my share of the work for the day I finally stepped out of the work station, almost making a run for the elevator and clicking the button for the top most floor.

As you I exited the elevator and almost crashed into Heuning-Kai who immediately went "Ah Noona, Anneyonghaseo" and bowed, I gave a slight bow and greeted him back. I walked past him and went straight towards the roof top, it's generally empty around these times and I completely love that. I stepped and the cold air of the night welcomed me, it was November and hence the night weather was cold and I loved the breeze hitting my face. Seeing that the roof was empty, I freed my hair from my scrunchie and wore it around my wrist. I hand combed my hair, just incase.

I loved this view, no matter how many times I see it, the view never fails to amaze me. The faint sound of the city hustle and the sound of wind. I pulled my phone and clicked a few pictures of the night view of the city of Seoul, from the roof of the Hybe building.

Suddenly, "Hey!"

"AAAAAAAHH!" I screeched and almost dropped my phone, but lucky the man infront of me caught it, swiftly before it hit the ground.

And my mind went blank. Why was Kim Taehyung sneaking up on me!!

"What? You didn't notice me when you entered?" He asked

"You were here?" I asked, shocked out of my mind.

"Yes. The whole time. How did you not see me?" He asked chuckling.

"I didn't expect anyone to be here, so I didn't look around much" I said and he laughed "you think scaring someone to death like that is funny?" I asked and scoffed.

"I didn't even know, you be scared Yn-ssi! But it was hilarious!" He said.

I just shook my head and smiled back. Me and Taehyung weirdly clicked on my first project in the company, when he bumped into me one evening and offered to buy me coffee as an apology for cracking my phone as I declined his offer of getting me a new phone. We talked and enjoyed. Even on my second project and leading to my third, we spoke as we saw each other.

We both gazed at the city lights and I swiftly brought out my pack of cigarettes holding one to my lips I brought out my lighter and lit it. Leaving a puff of smoke, facing away from Taehyung. As if on queue he brought out his vape and lit it as well.

"so how long is this project?" He asked

"Well it was supposed to be 1 month, but some technical issues have arrived and I think it'll take more time" I said and took in a puff.

"So I was thinking, lets connect on kakao, I think it'll be fun" he said and pulled out his phone and made a few clicks and showed me his kkt qr code. I scanned it with mine and pinged him. He gave a classic smile and went on "Yn-ssi can I have a puff? Please"

"No! I know you are strictly prohibited to smoke cigarettes. You can't fool me" I stuck out my tongue at him and took another pull.

"One pull, one tiny little pull"

"And loose my job?!" I said amused.

"No! Never! I'll vouch for you. But that won't happen"

"Nope. No need!!" I denied.

"Please. Please Yn-ssi please!" He was about to step closer when another voice was heard.

"Stay with your vape. You should consider yourself lucky you get it" I knew very well whom that voice belonged to. Tae groaned at his Namjoon hyung.

"Seriously? Again" he looked at me and said as he took a seat on the small pillar beside me.

"Don't blame the girl, she's going through a stressful day" I said taking a final puff and going to put it off and throw it in the dustbin. The roof is a common spot for the building's smoker workers to half an "air break".

When I walked back Taehyung was missing, Namjoon patted the spot beside him and I gladly took the seat.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess. Um.. Joaquin blew up the roaster and the back up is incomplete so we'll have work from the proceedings again" you said huffing.

"I had warned you guys in the very first day that he was an idiot" he said throwing his hands up.

"Oh c'mon, I could ask my agency to change the individual because they drink Americano with 6 pumps of sugar." And we both started laughing.

"No seriously, who does that?! Why would you drink Americano if you add 6 pumps of sugar in it!" He said laughing harder

"I seriously don't know, but you were right he is an idiot!" I said nodding "I cant believe he blew up 2 to 3 weeks progress. This is insane and stupid" and we both kept talking, untill my phone rang, and I picked it up. It was my friend/flat mate Nika "Where are you? Why aren't you home? Did you see the time!" She spoke in our native mother tongue

"No. I mean, uh .... I kind of got caught up, I'll tell you when I return. Whats the time" I removed the phone from my ear to see it been an hour since I came to the roof and was getting quite late. I calmed her down saying I was on my way out and will take a cab home, all replying in my mother tongue as well and hung up.

"My friend's freaking out, I told her to go home alone today as I'll be late, but well its quite late. I better hurry" I stood up putting my phone back in my pocket and

"That friend who works here but you've never told us who it is?" He asked wiggling his eyebrows.

I nodded and he said "Yeah Lets go"

I didnt make much of it and started walking to lift and went back to my work station floor to get my bag. I was kinda glad Namjoon was following me making small talks as most of the lights were dimed and I'm kinda scared of the dark. We spoke about various stuff and he informed me that he was done for the day and wanted to ask Tae to ride back home together so he had originally come in search for Taehyung.

"But where did he go?" I asked as we came back to the lift.

"He must be at the cafe, he said something about a new part-timer being cute" shaking his head.

And as the elevator dinged at the bottom floor, he asked "Will you drive home?"

"No, I let my friend take our car. I'll just get a cab" I said shrugging.

"No!" He suddenly said.

"What?" I said shocked.

"Lets go, Tae will drive you home first and then we'll return"

"No! Are you crazy! Cause I'm not, I do not wanna take the risk of getting seen like that!" I said, shocked by the stupidity of the 148 iq man infront of me.

"Yeah, you're kinda right" he said with a sheepish grin and scratched his head. "Then I'll arrange the car for you." I tried to protest but he said "Nope! You stayed late for the company, and it's my duty as your boss, well kinda, to take responsibility"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled saying "okay, my responsible boss" smh. But I smiled to my self, that feeling when the person you love does something sweet for you and it warms your heart. Even though to him it might just be a considering gesture for just an employee. To me, it was like a blessing from heaven and I couldn't wait to tell this to Nika.

As always as soon as you told Nika about your encounter, she got all excited. You suddenly herd you KKT tone go off, and the notification left you stunt.

K.rm94 sent you a message

I hope you reached home safe.

Oh I hope you don't mind I stole your contact from Tae ;)).

Seeing me stand there in shock, Nika came to my side and glanced at the notification and literally screamed.

"Girl, I think today calls for the big bottle huh. Order some nice food and get fresh" She almost order and Just looked at her.

"Don't acted like you didn't drag my broke ass to a whole restaurant on the day Hobi asked for my number. And this would have happened a long time ago if you would have just let me introduce you to them" I just rolled my eyes and what she said and said "I was embarrassed back then. And I'm ordering some pork belly chops and bbq"

"Suits me!" She shouted from the kitchen.

A drink wont hurt, it was friday anyway.

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Two weeks latter, I again found myself smoking on the roof, it was quite early, but I had a presentation and wanted to double check everything. It would be an hour or more before the other employees pile in.

"You shouldn't be smoking at this hour, you know" I heard the voice of the man of my dreams and almost instantly the cigarette was pulled out of my hand. I watched him walk all the way to the dustbin to put out the smoke and throw it. As he came back I noticed he had 2 go to cups in his hand. He just place one infront of me.

"Here, your lemon ice tea with 1 pump of sugar, and little bit of mint and basil" I was taken aback and shocked. Namjoon looked at me and went "What? You don't like it? I got something wrong haven't I? Did I-"

"No it's exactly what I always drink. I was just shocked you remember it." I smiled accepting the cup and sipping on it. He gave an illegal dimple smile. Man how can a human look THIS good, early in the morning?! I wondered. Suddenly I realised and asked him.

"How did you know I am here?"

"You did tell me last night, that you were nervous. So I thought of buying you your emotional support drink to cheer you up. But, you weren't on your floor, so I figured you'd be here" and he shrugged. Damn this man is smart. "don't worry you'd do great" he said bumping his hand on my shoulder lightly.

I loved and cherished these moments. Be it texts or in IRL. Just the fact that he thought about me even amoung so many things he could be thinking of made me blush. I wish I could tell him the effect of these little things he does. Nika's teases also dont do any more help than pour oil in fire.

"Can I ask something?" Namjoon like just like he always does even on texts.

"I've told you to not ask that question and just ask away" I said smiling.

"Why do you smoke so much. Like you do it alot, I'm just curious not discriminating or anything" he said, seemingly nervous.

I fixed my glasses and said "Well, I've been doing it for a long time, to some extent it has become a habit. Also stress, loneliness and stuff"

"Loneliness?" He said looking at you from the road.

"Yeah. My mum and sis are at Gimpo, it's not far but still whatever, and I dont really have friends, except my roommate and a few others" I chucked, "I'm quite the loner, yeah, I go around places alone at times. So yeah, that feels quite lonely"

"You shouldn't have to" Namjoon suddenly blurted out "You could come with me, I go about incognito alot"

"You don't have to do that, please" I said, feeling bad to see him pity me, but what he said next surprised me

"But I want to, I've wanted to and this seemed like a good opportunity, and Im blabbering sorry" He shut up and I was kinda in surprise, but my cellphone rang up and broke the moment. It was my presentation partner, I picked it up and told him that, I'll see him in a bit.

"I better get going. See you around." I told Namjoon and walked away, picking my cup in hand. On the way down to the elevator I smiled at it.

Time passed on like that me, Namjoon and Tae and even the other members met often here and there sometimes planned sometimes on coincidence. But Namjoon became quite a regular part of my life, specially through texts. Sending each other nice pictures of food and sky or of cute animals had become common. He even sneaked good pictures of the members or sent in videos and short clips. But, finally the last day of project came and Tae and Namjoon fared you well.

"Hey I'm not leaving the country or city! Why that frown" I asked Namjoon.

"He's sad that he won't be able to see you everyday" Tae joked and I laughed.

Namjoon just stretched his arms out as if signalling for a hug. I looked around to find the corridor empty and went in for a hug. Damn, I felt like it was what my body wanted for the whole life. That feeling of having him against me, his musky and deodrant smell damn, I could die happily in these arms. Those videos were right, he does give great hugs. We finally pulled apart and Tae came in for a hug. An out of breath Yeonjun was seen coming running with Beomgyu behind him.

"Yn! I'll miss you!" He said and hugged me, "Gosh Yeonjun, why do you do this everytime"

"Noona! Noona! I'll miss your sandwich!" Beomgyu hugged the both of us.

"Enough drama, come by the restaurant and I'll feed you all the food. Just tell me before hand" I saod smiling at them.

"Restaurant?" Namjoon asked.

"Noona's mom owns an Indian food restaurant in Gimpo. Its a long drive but its worth it" Beomgyu said releasing us.

"I visit on some weekends. You guys should totally come. My mom would be elated to see you both!" I said.

"Lets plan for a weekend then!" Tae said with his boxy smile.

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Days passed and I got busy with new projects but Namjoon's texts seemed to remain constant. One day, one text made me blush, it was a friday evening, I had just stepped out of the shower, I was alone, Nika was out for some celebratory dinner with her teammates.

K.rm94 sent you a message

Whatchya doin tomorrow? Any plans

> Not much. I'd probably sleep and Netflix

Then I'll pick you up at 10am

I started freaking out I texted Nika but all were left unread. I opened my closet and sat choosing between various clothes, finally deciding on something casual and comfortable.

Namjoon was dot on time the next day in his car driven by another man ofcourse and we went to visit an art gallery. We had lunch at a nice empty diner and he took me to this beautiful flower garden by the Han river. Strangely all the nerves that I felt before he arrived had vanished the moment my eyes laid on him. I was standing and admiring a flower, when I heard the click of the camera and there Namjoon was standing, pointing his phone camera at me.

"Sorry. You just looked so pretty looking at it. Ah. I should have asked. Im-" he started blabbering but I stopped it saying it was fine, with flushed cheeks and the boy shocked me with what he said next.

"then, would it be okay if I held your hand?" I couldn't see his face due to the mask, but his eyes said it clear that he was smiling and not a joking one but a cute fond one. I just looked back at the flower and nodded my head. I felt him slip his hand beside mine and interlacing our fingers. Damn, it felt so right. Walking around in a garden holding the hand of the person I loved. What else could I want?

Would it be too selfish If I wanted to keep this human for me. If I just wanted this Human to be mine. I had 1000s of thoughts rushing throught my head. When I felt him tug at my hand, I looked at him and he motioned towards a bench near by.

"Sit here, I'll be back in a while" He winked and walked to a certain direction. I froze and felt a blush rush to my cheek, hopefully he was already walking away and didn't see that. I pulled out my phone and answered a few texts and saw my room mates text

Nika:

Going out. Will be home late. I want all the tea when I return.

I chuckled at the girl's enthusiasm. I looked around to see Namjoon still out of sight so logged into Twitter and the first post was a cute video of Felix from Straykids and I giggled.

"What has you all giggly?" I hear Namjoon's voice.

"Just Lee Felix, aww he's just so cute"

"And I ain't? Seriously woman?" Namjoon said, fake pouting. I swear if I could I'd squish his cheeks and shower him with kisses but I controlled myself and said "Well you're cute too" I winked.

"Here, your regular, but they didn't have basil so-" he mumbled, I don't know how he just knows what I need.

"Thank you Joon" I said smiling like an idiot.

We roamed about and talked a bit more before we decided to head back as he had practice the next day morning.

"Damn, I had such a great day" I said as his driver parked the car infront of our building. I don't know if I should, But may be I will and I just asked before he said anything "Wanna go upstairs? For some coffee?" I mentally slapped myself, that sounded so better in my head.

"I'd love to" he said with a smile before he pulled up his mask and exited the car.

We entered the elevator and I pressed our floor, I hope Nika isn't back.

"I really enjoyed the day you know. Lets go on a date again" he suddenly blurted, not even looking at me smiling at our hands.

"Wait! What do you mean again? We were on a date?" I asked in shock.

"I mean, weren't we? Like..." I stopped him and told him "You never told me!" I stepped outside the elevator and walked to our apartment door. I opened it and walked in with Namjoon at my tow.

"Welcome to our humble abode" I said, and showed him to the drawing room as I went it to our washroom to splash some water in my face.

I came back to Him staring at our collected Tiny tan showcase.

"They are good, specially that one" he pointed at a replica of Van Gogh's Starry night hanging on the wall above the couch.

"I love the starry night. But by the way what was that about the date" I brought back the topic.

"Well, I thought it is, like you'd understand" he stood up and walked close to me.

"I appreciate the thought, but these things need to be said and reciprocated" I said and walked into the kitchen to the counter to bring some snacks.

Suddenly I felt a presence around me and a firm grip on my waist. "So if I say I really like you? Wouldn't you reciprocate?" His husky voice near my ear sent chills down my spine.

I was so shocked that I turned around and I shouldn't have, now I was trapped face to face in a close proximity with Namjoon between the kitchen counter and him, my ways of escape guarded by his muscular arms. I was looking wide eye into his eyes, my eyes travelled allover his face which looked more beautiful from up close. My eyes finally rested on his lips, and suddenly, he leaned in and I shut my eyes, and if someone says magic, thats what I exactly felt.

I have never been kissed like that before, like he really wanted me, and he pushed me on the kitchen counter and brought himself closer. His lips felt so soft against mine. I felt his grip shift to my waist and he pulled me into him and I tangled my hand behind his neck, entangling my hands with his soft locks above his neck. He let out a slight groan into my mouth, when I tugged at them.

We parted for a few moments as we looked at each other, he looked at me, his eyes full of fondness. I pried myself on the kitchen counter as Namjoon widen my legs and stood between them and attacked my lips. We both smiled through the kiss, as I re-entangled my fingers amoung his hair. We were so engrossed in each other that we didn't hear the jiggle of keys and the door open. We didn't even realise untill a very shocked voice was heard.

"Not in the kitchen!" On hearing which I almost pushed Namjoon away in shock.

"Where was the code pink?" She asked. I was still in shock and mumble something around "I didn't know"

While Namjoon utter "Nika!" And looked at me "Nika's your room mate"

I gave a sheepish smile and said "yeah" and side eyed Nika to get lost.

"hi and bye. I'm going to my room. Don't bother" and walked inside the apartment.

And Namjoon looked back at me and asked "Code pink?"

"We have color coded different situations for better communication. And before you ask, I didn't tell you or let her introduce me to you guys so that, because I wanted to become friends with you guys naturally and not under any influence.

"I think I understand" He smiled and came in for another kiss.

"So, are you willing to give us a try?" He asked, literally with star eyes.

"I think" I said almost unsure.

"Look, I know it wont be easy, and we'll have to meet and go out in odd timing and stuff, but we'll figure stuff out okay?" He said

"Okay. Baby steps" I said. And he hugged me, I had my head on his chest and he rested his on the nape of my neck.

"I really like you" he mumbled against my skin.

"So do I" I said back.

"So as your boyfriend can I claim that I helped you pass a day with out the burning stick?" He asked with a dimpled smile

"You could but, I already had one in the morning" and smiled.

"Well, atleast try to get it a bit lesser. Just give me a call or text, hang out in the studio. Please" he said pleading with his eyes.

I nodded and kissed his cheek.

"And yes, stop accepting projects from Hybe, it makes you their employee" he suddenly said.

"Why? They pay really good" I said. He pouted and looked at me, of course I knew why. "Okay, I won't" I finally said and he hugged me again.

And that night passed with Nika listening to all the "tea" and us "celebrating"

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~3 months later~

K.rm94 sent you a message

Jagi.....<3

Baby.... 😀

> What? It's 2.34am.

Were you sleeping?

> Well no 😅

> Why?

Look outside.

*What I saw outside the window*

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Idol! Namjoon x Non-Idol! Reader: Dating Rumour

A/n: This one has an established relationship. You can just read this independently or read the First Part. It wont matter if you don't but it'll make more sence. Also for anyone who's read the Other Part, this happens like 1 year down the line, even Bang PD knew about you and Namjoon and said it was fine with the labels as long as its not public, the staff and the artists knew.

Summary: Its common to have a dating rumour when one is an idol. But what is you have a dating rumour being a non-idol and someone leaks your personal info. What happens? Find out.

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You were driving back from work, it was really crowded in your area. Songs were playing from the speakers, but you were getting impatient so you opened you phone to check as you waited for the road to get clear and that is when you noticed

11 missed calls from Nika 🌻

21 missed calls from My Love 🐨

9 missed calls from Tata 🎙️

3 missed calls from Land Lady

And over 100 texts

"Damn! Whats wrong?!" You shouted .

You contemplated whom to call first and you hit the call button for Nika your roommate, she picked it up as soon as the call connected. And before you could say anything you heard.

"WHERE ARE YOU BITCH! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE ARE?"

"Woah! Calm down. My phone was on silent mode, I was in a meeting and forgot to turn the sound back on. But why so many missed calls? And what's with the crowd in our neighborhood?" You asked.

"You're in the neighborhood? Turn around and drive to some alley and send me the location. Quick" you heard a background voice that said "tell her to send it to Namjoonie too" you smiled at Hoseok's voice.

"Nika? Where are you and what's going on?" You asked getting worried of her tone, she rarely sounded that worried.

"I'll tell you when you get to safety, but untill you reach the dorms, do not and I mean DO NOT leave the car and wear a mask and the cap you keep in the dashboard locker" she said hurriedly.

"But-"

"No buts do it quick and at any cost do not leave the car or check your socials" she said "DO NOT" you were ichting to ask why or to check your social account but you knew she asked you not to do so for a reason so you'll agree. You wore the cap and hat and shared your live location to Nika and Namjoon.

Within minutes, you recieved a call from Namjoon.

"Are you safe?" Was the first thing he said, you could hear the worry laced in his words.

"Yes, Joon but whats going on?" You asked "And I am parked by Lamp post in XXXX Lane"

"I'll tell you everything when you come back, just do what Nika has told you. Sihyuk Hyung has already sent someone to reach you" he said.

"Hitman Bang?! Why is he involved? DID I DO SOMETHING?!" You asked freaking out.

"No no, calm down jagi. Everything is fine. Everything will be fine okay" he said "I've gotta leave to reach the dorm in time, be careful. Okay babe?" He said

You hummed and hung up.

You waited listening songs and waited. Your patience was running out and you picked up your phone and were about to unlock it and check your notifs when a knock came from the window. You screamed at the sudden sound and got even more scared when you saw two figures in black hoodie and black cap and black mask outside your window. You were so scared and thanked lord that all your windows were up and the two kept knocking. You were about to dial the police when one of them lowered their mask, to reveal Beomgyu, as he shouted, "Noona open the door". You hit the unlock button for the car and he got in on the back seat while another voice came to your side and asked you to scoot to the passengers's seat. You ruffled across to the other seat, and Beomgyu said, "Thats Samuel, our guy, don't worry" in english, you literally felt that he was in a spy movie feel and you couldn't deny that you felt the same, with all this going on.

Samuel got into the driving seat and you peered back Beomgyu and asked "Whats going on Gyu-ya?" You asked as you put on your seat belt.

"Ah, Kookie hyung told me to not talk about it untill you reach there" he said.

"There where?" You asked

"To the dorms" He said "We couldn't send Samuel alone cause you don't know him and wouldn't trust him"

"Like hell I wouldn't" you said and looked at Samuel and said "no offence" and he nodded.

"So I came along. Don't worry Bang PDnim will take care of the rumours" he said.

And your eyes went wide and a 1000 thoughts rushed to your head "Rumours? Oh MY GOD!" you freaked out

"Sir you were not supposed to say that" Samuel said

"Oh!" He said and covered his mouth "please don't freak out Noona! Please! Or Your friend will kill me!"

"Who Nika? Where is she?" You asked.

"She's in your apartment, with Hoseok hyung in it, he can't leave" he said and added "please don't ask me anything more"

You sighed and said "okay"

"Are you hungry? I have snacks" he said and you were about to pick up your phone but Beomgyu snatched it away quickly. "No! Don't check your phone. Here eat this" he said and gave you a packet of Cheetos that you ate begrudgingly.

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You entered the dorm building, to find Namjoon and Taehyung in the loby, as soon as they saw you they rushed to you and Namjoon hugged you tightly. You suddenly felt another weight on the back and understood the it was Tae on the back.

"Can I now know what happened? What rumour?! Was it the reason why our neighborhood is mobbed?" You asked as they left the embrace, you took your phone and bag from Beomgyu who gave you a hug and Samuel parked your car and gave you the keys. You went into the lift and what the two started to explain to you was.

You had a dating rumour with Kim Taehyung

"WHAT!" You had shouted.

"Someone got a clip of the two of you talking and then concocted wierd stuff about similar rings and hoodies" Taehyung said.

"Also that one time you left your phone in out practice room, and it was visible in some Video and you have mirror selfiea with it the backcover being same" Namjoon said.

"But how did they know my name and address?!" You asked.

"Now that's the mystery well all are on" Taehyung said.

"Now you know why Si-hyuk hyung was involved? And we are all so worried cause someone leaked something. The background staff or any person's faces are always blurred. There's someone on the inside" Namjoon said, as you entered the dorm apartment with them.

"I have a dating rumour?!" You mumbled "I HAVE A DATING RUMOUR! OH MY GOD ! WHAT AM I GONNA DO?! I'LL HAVE TO LEAVE THE CITY?!!! CITY HELL I'LL HAVE TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY! WHERE WILL I GO! OH MY-" You were rambling and Namjoon just held your shoulders and crashed his lips with yours. Yes, Namjoon's personal way of shutting you up when you're rambling or freaking out. Once, when you were freaking out about q project infront of Jungkook while you were waiting for your boyfriend, he actually ran and called Namjoon from his studio to calm you down.

You just instantly melted into the kiss and tangled your hands on the back of his neck. A shiver ran down your back as you felt his tongue rub against your lower lip gently asking for entrance, and would have gladly given if you hadn't heard a sound of throat clearing.

"Please get a room before you decide to suck faces" Taehyung said as he made way to the couch. Giving one last kiss on your cheek he took your hand in his and you both walked in. You found all the 5 boys sitting on the couch. There were two spots left as Hobi was still stuck in your apartment with Nika, you and Joon took seats.

"How's are famous girl?" Jimin chirped and everybody looked at him "Too early?" He asked.

"So who was it?" You asked

"Well it was the SKGossip channel but we are sure that there is someone on the inside" Suga said as he lit up a tablet and showed you the screenshots of the pictures that they used as 'proof', you just kept staring at the pictures spellbound and didn't know what to say. "Don't worry, were filling a law suit and will get to the bottom of this, but you need to stay here for a while" Suga added

"Here? Why?" You asked

"Because nobody knows about this location and you will have to work from here or take leave" Namjoon said.

"But, what about my clothes and things" you asked.

"Hobi will get them on your way back, talk to Nika about that" he said, taking your hand in his to rub soothing circles.

"Where would I stay?" You asked. Of course you've been to the dorm before but you have never stayed over night as your over night "plans" generally took place at your place.

"Well, Jimin could shift to Hobi's room and you could stay there" Jin said shrugging.

"Or she can just stay with me" Namjoon suggested. And everybody looked t him and Jungkook said "We don't want to hear you guys doing it"

"We wont-" you were saying but were cute of by Namjoon saying "We'll be quiet"

"Namjoon!" You hit him on the arm.

"Ouch! What" he said rubbing the spot and the boys laughed.

And thats how you ended up living with the idols of your dreams, with your Roommate/only friend visiting from time to time. The law suit was going on and they said they had received and anonymous email with all the files and videos. So the company and the authorities were looking into the matter. While you often found yourself at extreme situations of nose bleed staying surrounded by 7 hot as hell men.

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"JUNGKOOOK!" You shouted

"HOW MANY TIMES DID I TELL YOU GUYS NOT TO LEAVE YOUR BOXERS IN THE BATHROOM!?" you said scrunching your nose in disgust and the bunny boy appreaded and asked.

"How did you know they are mine?" He said.

"They have Iron mans face on it! Whose else could they belong to?" You said.

"Her Namjoon hyung had a Winnie the Pooh boxer!" He said.

"Yeah, I know" you said and went inside the bathroom to do your business.

It was one of your off days so you went over to their home theater to watch a movie. When you are stuck here, might as well enjoy your time.

You took a comfortable seat and schemed through netflix, amoung your search your eyes landed upon a movie of your native country. Yeah, not being able to go to your place, made you feel homesick, so you put it on. And right then you heard the door open and in came Suga, and took a seat and got comfortable.

"You wanna watch something?" You asked him, pausing it.

"I did, but I didn't know what to watch, so this is fine, please put on the subtitles" he said and leaned into the seat.

With in 5 minutes of the movie you heard a walking music coming to your way and a chirpy "Hiii. I wanna watch too!" He said "Can you please start from the first, please Yn-ah!" He said "Also I brought pop-corn" he said.

"okay" you re-started the movie.

"Wait wait, so they are best friends but she loves him and he loves the other girl?" Hobi said.

"Yeah" you said. Suddenly a scene appeared and you laughed, but Hoseok and Yoongi were lost, so you explained them in context to your country as to why the part was funny. You enjoyed it in the starting but slowly it got annoying as you had to pause the movie alot to explain them.

"Wah! The women of your country are so pretty" Yoongi commented, and you felt proud.

You noticed Hoseok cry as the female protagonist got her heart broken and cried. Almost at the middle of the movie, you noticed Jimin enter with bags of snacks you were about to whine as to you couldn't restart the movie but he shocked you as he ran to take a seat and said "DamnI love this movie*

You literally paused the movie and looked at him in utter surprise. "What? (Your country) movies are really enjoyable" he said.

Later that night

"I heard you explained a full movie to the boys" Namjoon said shifting into the bed beside you.

"Yeah. All I wanted was to watch a movie" you said "But it was enjoyable to watch them get so intreagued" you said.

"Thats my (Your country) girl. I bet me and Hobi have the real catches" he said

"You bet. And that is what makes a lot of K-Armys hate me more" you said pouting.

"Aww babe, I told you not to read those" he said.

"I know, sorry" you said hugging is physically large form.

"Its okay babe, things are already gurning better, they're close to tracing the person who did it and in no times things will get better" he said kissing your forehead.

You noded and sighed "lets just enjoy our time together untill then" you said.

"That's more like it" He said and the two of you lulled to sleep in each other's arms.

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