i have always loved writing & used to write on wattpad and ao3 back in the day. i totally stopped once life became more hectic, but started working on fics in my free time just on a word document, then on my abandoned tumblr account.. finally decided i needed to start uploading them again hehe
i have stanned bts since 2019, and ariana grande since 2013 <3 i used to stan loona and new jeans as well (rip). my biases were jinsoul & haerin. i grew up brooklyn, new york and now go to a university in northern california. i am majoring in media and communications with a minor in global studies!!
i love cats and dogs equally and my music taste ranges far and wide. i listen to rap, r&b, k-pop, and much more!! my hobbies (besides writing) are baking, going to the gym, walking/exploring, crocheting, makeup, & more :3
GIRLLLLL I WOKE UP EXTRA EARLY AND FOUND OUT YOU RELEASED STREET THING PART 2 IM OBSESSED. I NEED NAMJOON SO BAD I LOVE THE COUPLE SO MUCH. Why do i feel like he’d be exactly like this too ughhhh. This is the best thing ive ever read
AWW bby this is so sweet, you made my day. i’m so so happy you’re obsessed and started your day with the fic🥹
i also feel like joon would really be like this too, and the thought itself makes me physically weak. i’m so glad that you think so too!
thank you so so much for reading and for your kind words, i was hoping to make it good for everybody waiting xx 🥺 MWUAH <3
hope you catch up on some rest too!! 🥹 last week of school sounds amazing tho
do you have any plans for the summer?
-chim
thank you chim, you are genuinely so so sweet 🥺 i’m so so close i can feel summer in my bones!!
i do not have any set plans for summer :(( besides flying back to my hometown from school !! i’m (mostly) excited to go home though! i really wanna travel but idk where 😭 ig my only set plan is seeing ariana grande in july which will be so life changing to me!! :3 (and fill the hole in my heart from not seeing bts)
summary: after you break down on the side of the road, the last thing you expected was for a charming, successful music producer to pull over and change your life. after months of spending endless nights together, romantic dates, and an isolated vacation, you both find the kind of forever most people can only ever dream about.
themes: domestic au, age gap (namjoon is 33, reader is 24), intimacy, lots of fluff, straight husband material, joon spoils spoils spoils, baecation, vacation au, smut, pure porn with some plot, joon is slightly possessive, he's whipped, he's touchy, small time skips, older boyfriend namjoon, he wants to marry her already, vacation smut, protective joon, nicknames
warnings: descriptive & explicit smut MINORS DNI 18+ (hard dom! namjoon x sub fem reader, fingering, daddy kink, lots of praise/dirty talk, oral f & m, ass slapping, breast play, slight size kink, slight impregnation kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, missionary, doggy style)
word count: 8.2k
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six months into loving namjoon, it was mornings that basically became your most favorite part.
of course, the exclusive events, studio nights, and the lavish dinners were absolutely delightful—especially with him always close at your side. his big palm would always be laying on the small of your back while his lengthy body towered over you like your own personal security guard.
but it was more than just that, more beyond the attention that came with being seen besides him.
it was just mornings like this—soft, white, and expensive sheets tangled around your legs, the faint warm light of the early morning stretching through the floor to ceilings windows of namjoon's large bedroom.
the city of los angeles would still remain quiet beneath you, but you two would already be warm and half awake besides each other.
his big, beefy arm would be wrapped around your waist, holding you against his chest like even in his sleep, the last thing he would ever do would be letting you drift too far away.
you would smile every time—brain still fuzzy with sleepiness and eyes closed when you feel his lips brush lazily against the back of your head, pulling you in closer when he first woke.
one kiss, then another, then another. it was slow and sleepy, like kissing you was all his slumberous brain knew. "morning baby," he murmurs, voice always deep and rough with sleep.
and god, his nicknames still got you, even after six months. you tilt your head back slightly against him, smiling softly. "you're awake?"
the quietest hum leaves him, vibrating against your back softly. "been awake," he muttered against you. "just like holding you."
your heart melted instantly, skin practically melting under his warm touch. it could be deemed as embarrassing, honestly—the way this man—your man, could still ruin you with one sentence.
his large hands slid slowly along your thighs and up to your stomach, beneath the oversized shirt you stole from him months ago and never gave back.
namjoon was addicted to touching you in a way that drove you absolutely over the moon—it was like he had to be touching you at all times, no matter where it was. but when you two were alone, it was inexplicably different, like his fingertips were devoted to memorizing every inch of your skin.
"you have work today?" he asks quietly against your hair.
you sigh dramatically. "unfortunately."
he's silent for maybe two seconds. "call out."
you laugh immediately. "there it is."
his grip tightens around your waist slightly before he's burying his face in your neck, shooting warmth down your spine. "i'm serious, baby."
"you're always serious, joonie."
"because i like you here," he muttered, placing the softest kiss along your neck. "need you here."
if you weren't laying down, your knees would've absolutely buckled and failed on you. you turned slightly in his arms so you could look at him properly, heart melting at the sight of his face.
his hair was slightly messy, eyes slightly low from the early morning, skin and broad muscles effortlessly glistening in the low light. still unfairly handsome as always, still already looking composed first thing in the morning. his eyes took you in slowly, dimples growing quickly at the sight of your face.
"you realize i have responsibilities right?" you murmured.
a small smirk touches his mouth. "you're with a man who can buy a car before breakfast," he replied calmly. "i think we'll survived one missed shift, baby."
your cheeks warmed instantly at those words. namjoon had said things like that so casually now, like taking care of you was only the most natural thing in the world.
you shook your head softly. "you're ridiculous."
"no," he murmured, leaning in closer until his forehead rested against yours. "i'm in love with you."
those words had come so easily between you two now. it was so natural and constant, it almost felt like breathing. you smiled widely before kissing him softly. "i'm in love with you too, joonie."
and the way namjoon looked at you after that, even after all these months, still made your stomach do flips. his gaze was still as intense as ever, like he still couldn't believe you were real. however, it wasn't much different for you—your brain sometimes malfunctioning at the fact that he was really yours.
a few minutes later, you're sitting on the kitchen counter wrapped in one of his hoodies while he cooks breakfast in sinful gray sweats and a black t-shirt.
it was almost more attractive than the suits, making your lips tug between your teeth as you shamelessly eyed him from behind.
the kitchen smelled like coffee and butter, low music playing softly though the large house while bright, morning sunlight poured across the marble floors and countertops.
namjoon moves through the kitchen confidently, one hand holding a pan while the other absentmindedly reached for your thigh whenever he walked past you. because again, he always had to be touching you.
"you know, doll," he says casually while plating your food, "you basically live here already."
your eyes lifted immediately. "you say that every week."
"because every week you leave more stuff in my house."
you laugh softly. "well, maybe i'm marking territory."
he lets out a real laugh, low but warm, and you can practically hear the dimples in his tone. "baby," he murmurs, setting the plate down before stepping between your legs, "if you move in, this stops being just my house real quick."
his big hand comfortably settled on your thigh again, like it was the only place it belonged. you looked at him for a second that felt too long, taking in the softness in his eyes and the certainty he carried quietly in his calm expression.
and suddenly, you were able to picture forever with him like it was the easiest thing in the world.
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eight months later, you find out about it on a random tuesday night.
namjoon was sitting at the kitchen island with his laptop open, reading over contracts while you stand beside him, stealing pieces of fruit from the plate you cut for him ten minutes ago.
his reading glasses were on again—which still unfortunately did something unexplainable to you. he sat there casually, chin rested into his palm while his long fingers rested over his mouth like he was deep in thought. the sight made your thighs shift helplessly.
"you know," you said thoughtfully, like you were trying to find the right words while you popped a strawberry into your mouth. "you've become weirdly... domesticated."
a small smirk pulls at his mouth, but he doesn't look up from the screen. "and you've become annoying."
you gasped jokingly. "wow."
"mhm," he responded lowly. he finally glanced to look up at you, once hand sliding naturally to your hip when you stepped closer and in between his knees. he was always touching you, always pulling you in like he needed more.
then, he closed his laptop in a way that made your eyes narrow. "that was suspicious," you say.
a quiet laugh leaves him. "you're free in two weeks, right?"
you shrugged slightly. "depends... why?"
his hand slid along your thigh slowly. "because i'm taking you somewhere."
your stomach flipped instantly, pink heat immediately coming up to your cheeks. "where?"
"the maldives," he replied simply.
you blinked at him, once, then twice. "...what?"
he looked completely calm saying it too, like he hadn't just casually announced a vacation that most people could only dream of and had to spend years saving for. "we leave next friday."
you stared at him in complete disbelief. "you're joking."
"i don't joke about beaches with crystal clear water, doll."
his calm tone made you laugh immediately. "joon," you started, still half laughing, "i can't just go to the maldives next friday."
"why not?" he asked, out of pure genuinity, tilting his head slightly.
"i have work, silly."
his expression changed instantly, nothing but confusion etched on his face. "okay," he said slowly. "quit."
you practically choke on your own breath. "you cannot be serious."
"i'm very serious." he pulled you closer by the waist until you were fully standing between his legs, his hands resting comfortably on your hips.
"they never approve my time off," you muttered quietly.
his jaw tightened slightly with anger—not at you, of course—but anger for you. anger towards your stupid job that made you work too hard and too much for his liking. "you've been stressed for weeks," he says. "i barely see you awake anymore, baby."
"it's just work, joonie," you pouted.
"no," he corrected calmly. "it's people making your life way harder than it needs to be."
your heart twisted violently at the way he said it like it personally offended him that you were overwhelmed with work. you looked down briefly. "i just don't want to depend on you for everything."
immediately, his hands tightened slightly at your waist again. his fingers weren't harsh, they never were. they grounded you, holding you against him and the moment.
"baby," he murmured softly, making your gaze find his again. "when have i ever made you feel like you couldn't?"
your chest tightened. because not once had namjoon ever made you feel that way.
his thumb brushed slowly along your hip beneath the fabric of your shorts. "i don't even want another problem touching that mind of yours if i can help it," he said quietly. "and i can."
god. you swallowed hard, knees growing weak.
"i love taking care of you, baby."
"i know," you whispered, eyes not leaving his.
his gaze softened even more. "then let me."
silence filled the kitchen, the air hitting you soft. the city lights were glowing through the massive windows behind him while his hand rested steadily against your waist like he already knew exactly where you belonged.
which was with him of course, being taken of and loved properly.
"you really mean that?" you asked quietly.
"baby," he murmured. "i'd give you every single thing you ever needed before i let you be somewhere that makes you miserable."
those words were what broke something inside you. it wasn't the money or the vacation or the luxury of it all—it was the pure sincerity. it was the fact that this powerful, yet composed man loved you so much that he wanted to remove stress from your life entirely.
tears began to burn at your ears unexpectedly, causing you to laugh softly in embarrassment.
namjoon's expression only softened further. "hey," he murmured softly, pulling you against his chest and enveloping you into his big arms before a single tear could escape. "what happened?"
you shook your head against him, smiling. "you just love me a lot."
a quiet laugh leaves him, buzzing low and warm against you. "yeah," he agrees softly in your hair. "that's been your problem from the beginning."
you laugh again, wrapping your arms around his neck. you sighed softly, like you still couldn't believe this was your reality. "...okay," you said softly.
he stilled slightly. "okay what?"
you pulled back enough to look at him properly, his eyes fixing onto yours immediately. "i'll quit, joonie."
the look on his face after those three words escaped your lips had tugged at your heartstrings. his expression became immediately relieved, like you finally quitting your terrible job had instantly settled him more than it did you.
his hand slides up your back slowly before he kisses your forehead. "good," he murmured softly. "now i can take care of you properly."
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the maldives didn't even feel real.
from the second you and namjoon land, everything was too beautiful for your brain to register that this was the same earth you lived on.
the private plane ride there alone was already enough to leave you speechless. cream leather seats, a bottle of champagne waiting for you to board, and a flight attendant greeting him by his last name.
and namjoon? well, he was completely unfazed by any of it, of course.
meanwhile, you stood there, one of his large hoodies pooling around you while you stared around at the cabin like you had just accidentally walked into a dream.
he notices immediately, like he always did. "everything alright, baby?" he asked softly, amusement pulling slightly in his tone.
you turned, only being able to look at him in disbelief. "you own this kind of life and never warned me?"
a small smirk touched his mouth before he placed a large hand on your lower back, guiding you into one of the spacious seats. "would've scared you off too early, doll."
but from there, it only got worse, because the villa he booked was absolutely insane—sitting above crystal clear water that was so blue it almost hurt to look at. you gasped in genuine awe, clearly taken aback from the beauty, making a smile pull at namjoon's lips.
the wooden walkway stretched across the ocean itself, leading to a large and lavish private room shielded by white linen curtains that drifted lightly in the wind. the bedroom door opened directly to the water, like the ocean belonged to the two of you and no one else.
when you first walked inside after namjoon held the door open for you, you were completely at a loss of words. he just simply watched behind you quietly with his hands in his pockets, looking more satisfied by your reaction than the place itself.
"you like it?" he asked casually.
you turned to face him slowly. "this place cost more than my entire existence."
a low laugh leaves him again, the one that you loved so dearly. the one that pulled at the core of your heart and made your knees weaken a little bit. then, he stepped toward you slowly until his hands settled your waist. "you don't have to think about things like that anymore, baby," he murmured.
that sentence landed deep into your chest, etching their way into every vein of your heart. because you knew that he meant every word he said.
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the trip itself became the most heavenly blur of warmth and intimacy. but more than anything, it made you two completely addicted to each other.
swimming together in the ocean until sunset and him pulling you closer onto his lap. secluded dinners while the waves crashed softly beneath you. and of course, his sunglasses hiding the way he watched you constantly in your tiny bikinis that drove him absolutely insane.
you and him spent afternoons tangled together on long chairs beneath the sun, his hand resting lazily beneath against your thigh while you dozed off on his chest.
and every time you laughed and smiled at him, he looked at you like he still couldn't believe you were real.
being together, just the two of you for days straight, alone in the middle of the blue ocean with no distractions, no schedules, no interruptions—had let the both of you see every version of each other.
you see just exactly how gentle namjoon truly is beneath all of his confidence and composure. the way he brushes your wet hair out of your face after swimming, and when he automatically reaches for your hand every time you stepped outside of the room, like separation could never be possible between you anymore.
but namjoon seems to only have fallen even harder.
you being in his life felt nothing less than like nature. it felt utterly effortless, like it was the only thing that was destined between you two, and it almost scared him in a way.
because you had already turned his normal, cold, and polished daily routine into something warm and exciting without even trying. but now, you were here, laughing barefoot through the villa with one of his shirts hung over your wet, cheeky bikini that was only meant for his eyes.
you, curled up against his chest patiently while he bitterly answered his one and only work call—(he made sure they wouldn't waste his precious alone time with you for the rest of the trip again)—tracing patterns absently against his arm while he talked, almost failing to sound stern because you made him so so soft.
you fell asleep on him every night like you trusted him with your whole heart, and while you definitely could—that trust absolutely ruined him in a way that made the core of his heart ache.
but for some reason, the first night there was different.
by the time you had returned to the villa after swimming and dinner, the sun had already disappeared completely, which had left the sky a dark blue outside the large windows.
the day felt warm against your skin, everything smelling like saltwater, sunscreen, and namjoon.
you were barefoot, skin still damp beneath one of his loose white buttons-up that you threw on after showering. and the second you walked back into the bedroom, his eyes lifted from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, stopping on you immediately.
and with his gaze the room seem to become smaller, the atmosphere becoming hotter and thick around you. by this time, the beach had settled down to windy night—so it definitely wasn't the weather.
he leaned back slightly against the bed, gaze moving slowly over your bare legs, to your hardened nipples beneath his shirt. his eyes took in your damp hair, gazing over your freshly sun kissed skin. he sat there casually in a white t-shirt and a vicious pair of tom ford boxers that did absolutely nothing to hide his growing bulge.
namjoon's intense gaze still did nothing but affect you in every way possible, making your steps slow. your teeth tugged at your bottom lip in anticipation you couldn't even hide anymore. "what?" you asked, not even fighting the smile on your lips.
the lowest laugh left him, and you swear you could the vibration of his voice through your core. "c'mere."
your stomach instantly did flips, nothing but butterflies filling your entire body as you walked toward him slowly. the second you're close enough, his hands are already sliding along your thighs, pulling you right in between his thick legs.
your hands automatically came to his thighs to steady yourself, nails lightly tracing against his skin in a way that almost ruined namjoon's calm composure. his head tipped back slightly to look at you properly, like he had to take his time with simply admiring you.
"you trying to kill me walking around like this?" he asked lowly, his thumbs pressing slightly against your inner thighs.
you tried to ignore the fact that your anticipation was now smearing on your legs, laughing softly whole you brushed through his slightly messy hair. "you're dramatic."
"no," he replies calmly while his eyes dragged slowly across your face once again. "you're just so beautiful."
with that, he shut you up immediately, large hands sliding higher along your thighs beneath his shirt. his large hands coating your skin with his warmth in a way that seemed obsessive enough to make your brain split in half. "and sexy," he grumbles lowly, almost like a growl.
and the way he touched you now, after eight months of being together just felt different. his hands were driven by familiarity, like he knew your body just as well as he knew his own. like he knew exactly what drove you crazy.
namjoon pulled you closer, long fingers wrapped firmly around your thighs. then, he leaned his head down, brushing his plump lips slowly against the inside of your thigh. you almost moaned, the contact sending electrifying shivers throughout your body.
"fuck," he murmured quietly against your skin, like it was to himself. "do you know what you do to me?"
the words hit you in the head, the room starting to feel heavy around you with the distant sound of waves crashing softly outside.
his large palms trailed further up your thighs, fingers finding their way to cup your inner most thigh. you gasped, shivering under his warm touch.
the most devious chuckle left his lips before he clicked his tongue. "tsk tsk, naughty girl," he mumbled lowly, one large thumb coming to rest on top of your clit. "no panties for daddy tonight?"
you shook your head, fighting a moan with a bite of your bottom lip. his thumb pressed harder before rubbing it back and forth painfully slow. your legs squirmed between his, wetness sopping miserably between your folds. "wanted it to be easier for you, daddy."
"mm," he hummed slowly in approval, two large fingers moving so lightly up and down your soaked folds. "just landed today and you're already a problem, hm?"
you could only nod your head desperately before one of his fingers slid in between your folds, catching a glimpse of namjoon's low eyes clouded with nothing but darkness and hunger, tongue treading over his lips slowly as he took in the sight of you.
his long finger dragged slowly back up to your clit, lightly pinching it between his thumb and index finger, making a moan come out of you. "joonie, please..." you whispered, one hand tangled in his hair.
you felt his free hand slither to the back of your thigh and finding their way immediately to your ass cheek, slowly massaging it in his large palm. "hmm...?" he hummed lowly, acting like he didn't hear you, like he couldn't see you squirming underneath his touch. he sat two warm fingers patiently above your folds like he owned time.
"please..." you whimpered. "want you to touch me, daddy."
"mm," he hummed again, sliding one thick finger in between your folds, slipping through your arousal. "that's my good girl," he muttered, placing a thick kiss against your thighs once more as he inserted a finger inside your aching hole.
you moaned out, tiling your head back as you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach with pleasure. his thick finger pushed further into your pussy, your walls clenching around him and sucking him in immediately. your slick shamelessly coated him as he entered another finger inside, thrusting in and out of you slowly.
namjoon's lips found your thighs once again, littering wet open mouthed kisses along your thigh before making their way just above your pussy. his thumb massaged your clit in leisure circles while his fingers stretched you out relentlessly.
you gripped onto his broad shoulders to support yourself, knees becoming flimsy by the second. "hope you know," he grumbled lowly against your skin, "'m not planning on being gentle with you, tonight, doll."
as if his fingers weren't enough, his words ignited your entire body like a match to a flame. you simply couldn't bring yourself to respond, your manicured nails digging deeper into his shoulders as your stomach twisted into a familiar pressure.
but namjoon soon pulled away, the warmth of his fingers leaving your pussy with nothing but the cold night air. you whined out in confusion, desperate eyes peering up at him.
one large hand slithered to your ass slowly while his tongue treaded across his lips, low gaze taking you in hungrily. the other palm found your jaw, pulling you down and finally, crashing your lips against his. "need you to come in daddy's mouth, pretty girl," he murmured against your lips.
you nodded eagerly as your mouths moved against one another messily, like kissing each other was the equivalent of oxygen. namjoon's lips took yours greedily in with his—but slowly, even sucking on your bottom lip like he needed to preserve every inch of you. his hand was still on your jaw, slightly tilting your head in a way that allowed him to kiss you deeper.
with your lips on his, your manicured nails found themselves around the hem of namjoon's boxers, one hand slowly palming against his painfully strained bulge.
he grunted lowly at your touch, his head tilting back slightly. his low eyes whirled dark with desire, patiently awaiting your next move. his lips began sucking and licking at the skin on your neck as your dragged your nails underneath his shirt and up his abs.
"doll," he murmured, one large hand placing a light smack! against your ass. "what happens when daddy gets impatient with you, hm?"
you gasped at the contact, trying to hide the thrill seeping through your core. you fake pouted, fingers tugging at the edge of his shirt before pulling it up and tossing it somewhere in the room.
your hands trailed back down his abs before settling at the hem of his boxers and pulling them down. they pooled around his ankles, his long fat cock springing free in front of you.
even after eight months of being together—after eight months of being filled to the brim with his thick cock almost every night—it still somehow surprised you every time.
you got down on your knees immediately, a sight that made namjoon's tip leak with desperate precum. your hands wrapped around the wide base, eyes peering up innocently at him as you stroked it slowly.
namjoon moaned out lowly, his tongue licking over his lips with thirst. one large hand finding its way into your hair before twisting it into a makeshift ponytail, holding onto it loosely. you felt your legs weaken at the possessive action, your nose nearly being met with his raging tip.
you extended your tongue out, taking your time with exploring the base of his cock before making your way down to his tip, licking at the salty precum. you found your lips wrapping around his thick cock, a guttural curse emitting from namjoon's throat.
your mouth explored his cock freely, his hand wrapped gently in your hair as you bobbed your throat up and down his veiny length. "good fucking girl," he murmured as you sucked him in.
soon enough, he began to guide you further up his base, making you sputter ever so slightly before quickly accommodating. one of your hands pumped the rest of his length while the other rested on his sculpted leg for your stability. you let his large hand lead your mouth back and forth across his thick length deliberately, pushing him into your a few inches deeper.
salty tears pricked at your eyes as you hollowed your cheeks around him, nails now leaving white trails that would soon turn red into his thighs. his length took up every fucking inch of your mouth and throat and you felt your breathing begin to stutter.
"shh, breathe, baby girl," he cooed darkly, continuing to guide you along his length while one hand settled lightly at your jaw. "you look so pretty choking on daddy's dick."
your arousal was pitifully coating the floor beneath you in slick, shifting your thighs in a way namjoon immediately. he was incredibly close, but namjoon wanted to save every drop of his seed to paint your walls entirely white.
with a sharp hiss, namjoon guided you off his cock by your hair. the warmth of his length left your mouth with a plop! sound, and immediately your chest was heaving dramatically for air.
"gonna fill your little pussy full with daddy's cum, baby," namjoon grumbled breathlessly, pulling you off the ground and in between his legs again. "hm? how does that sound, pretty girl?"
you nodded quickly. "need it, daddy." a hungry smirk pulled at his lips before he pulled you into another soft kiss.
"good," he praised lowly. both of his large palms settled on your ass before you were abruptly in the air with your legs around his waist. his lips found yours again as he walked you towards the other side of the bed, both hands holding you tightly against him.
you melted against him, making small noises that absolutely ruined him as he kissed you roughly. he tossed you softly onto the bed, a thick strand of saliva stringing between you before your head lightly met the pillow.
namjoon crawled on top of you, his eyes clouded with darkness as he took in the sight of you below him, peering up and him innocently and waiting for his next move. it drove him absolutely fucking insane. you were a complete dream to namjoon, nearly sweeping the air from his lungs at the mere vision of you.
with one hand by your head and the other trailing down your neck lightly before cupping your boob, he enveloped your lips between his once more. soon, his lips made their way along your jaw. “look at you…” he cooed lowly, his breath shooting down your neck sharply. “all the way out here with me.”
his finger hooked along the hem of your shirt before dragging it off slowly, his lips automatically finding their way your neck, biting and sucking on your sensitive skin until he mouth was wrapped properly around your tit.
you moaned out in pleasure, immediately melting under the feeling of his warm and wet tongue dancing around your nipples, lips sucking your areola between his teeth lightly. his large hands traveled up and down your body, exploring your skin like already hadn't done it a million times by now.
his mouth left your boobs and trailed lower, your nipples immediately hardening at the loss of warmth. he placed slow kisses all along your waist and down your stomach until his lips settled above your pussy, blowing a soft puff of air against it, the warmth of his breath sending electricity up your spine.
your thighs instinctively went to clamp shut, but namjoon's large hands stopped them too quickly, pushing your legs even further apart. his thumbs pressed into your inner thigh possessively as his two fingers found your pussy lips again, spreading them apart before he placed a sloppy kiss against your dripping folds.
"fuck," he murmured, practically making out with your pussy as his fingers curled their way back inside your hole. you felt the deep vibration of his voice echoing through your core as his thumb swiped from your entrance and up to your clit. "pussy taste so fuckin' sweet, baby girl."
"nghh—daddy—" you cried out, thighs flexing underneath the burning pleasure. his plump lips fully enclosed around your entire pussy, sucking your folds into his mouth with time and the utmost greed. his tongue dived into your hole, swirling along your velvety walls while your fingers curled desperately into his hair.
your mind was nearly emptied out, vacant with nothing but the obscene noises of namjoon lapping hungrily against your wet pussy and the tightest feeling in your core. you squirmed in immense overstimulation, attempting to arch your back before his free hand found your waist and quickly pinned your hips back down to the mattress.
"stay still for daddy, baby," he grumbled lowly as he took the quickest breath for air, fingers continuing to thrust inside of you. with a flat tongue, he licked the slowest stripe up your pussy before eating at you once more, nose burying in your clit.
you cried out loudly, overwhelming heat and pleasure twisting in stomach. your orgasm reached you soon enough, legs shaking around namjoon's head. your release spilled into his mouth and he quickly lapped every last drop up, dragging his tongue softly along your folds as you came down from your high.
"such a good girl, baby," he praised lowly against your drenched pussy while his large hands rubbed the side of your thighs soothingly.
namjoon placed a lewd, open-mouthed kiss on top of your clit before coming up and meeting your eye level. you reached up slightly, pulling him into a kiss first, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in. you tasted yourself on his lips as your mouths melted together.
namjoon's thumb continued to rub your clit slowly as he rubbed his painfully hard cock along your sodden folds, kissing you deeply while his tongue mapped your mouth ravenously. you arched ever so slightly, instinctively grinding against him with desperation.
"so needy aren't you, doll," he muttered against your lips with one hand wrapped around his cock, dragging it purposely slow along your pussy. he captured your lips in with his once more, the other hand coming up to your jaw. "tell daddy what you want first."
"i want you, daddy," you said breathlessly, absentmindedly bucking up your hips again with your patience running thin.
"mhm," he replied simply, taking the hand off his cock to pin your hips back down as he tugged your bottom lip gently with his teeth. his thumb circled your clit again. "and what else, doll?"
"please—! i want you to fuck me, daddy. to ruin me," you whined quietly, pussy dripping with anticipation.
"mm," he hummed lowly as he softly kissed your jaw possessively, his fat tip now sliding between your folds, thumb applying more pressure to your aching clit. "don't you worry, my sweet girl," he cooed.
he began to push his thick veiny cock further between your folds and directly into your sopping wet core. you cried out immediately, your walls tightly adjusting around just his wide tip as pleasure struck your entire body.
namjoon placed both of his beefy arms around you as he pushed himself further inside of you, earning staggered and breathless sounds from you that only made his cock leak more. "fuck," he groaned out. "you're so fucking tight, baby."
your walls stretched around him almost painfully as he filled you with every inch of his length slowly, tears pricking at your eyes once more from the grueling stretch. it wasn't long before he was in and out of you at a reasonable pace, thrusts becoming gradually harder by the second.
"such a good girl, taking daddy so well," he grunted breathlessly, every thrust expanding your tight, velvety walls, making your hole outline the shape of his thick cock.
your hands found their way onto his shoulders, nails digging and clawing into his muscular, toned back that blocked your entire vision from seeing anything else in the room. he plunged deeper inside of you, chest pressing against yours as he caged you around him, leaving no space left between you.
namjoon took his cock all the way out before slamming it back in. you cried out, legs shaking and your mind blanking to a pure state of euphoria as his cock dragged roughly along your walls, his bulky tip hitting the back of your walls relentlessly, curving perfectly right into your g-spot.
his big hands gripped onto your hips like there was nothing else he was meant to hold, drilling his cock into the deepest part of your walls like there was still more for him to break through.
he buried his nose into your neck, breathing in your scent hungrily and wrapping you in his warmth as he nonstop pounded his cock into you. one large hand curled around your leg, lifting it up and ramming his tip repeatedly against the deepest, hottest part of your hole. he lightly nipped the soft skin on your neck with his teeth.
"gonna fill this pussy all the way up, baby," he grunted down your ear, licking at the skin he had just bit. "gonna ruin you...my perfect little girl."
you cried out loudly, tiny and salty beads of water brimming at your waterline from pleasure and overstimulation. the warmth of his breath and the possessive tone of his words sent sparks down your stomach and straight to your core, making your pussy clench tightly around him.
"fuck," he cursed lowly, smacking his hips into yours with the most lewd slapping noise echoing throughout the room. "right where you fucking belong, baby. you were always gonna end up with me, weren't you?"
you nodded rapidly, pussy squelching miserably at his words. "yes—'m all yours, daddy," you blabbed almost dumbly, gasping for air while namjoon worked every inch of his cock inside of you.
he hummed in approval before kissing you, lips melting into each other with raw hunger. "yeah, that's right, baby," he mumbled against your lips, rutting his cock into you. "fuck, gonna put a fucking ring on this finger one day, baby."
you moaned loudly in response, eyes rolling back and head above the clouds at his cock dragging along your walls and at the thought of being his wife, being his forever. "mmph—yes, yes! want it so so bad, daddy," you whimpered, body moving back and forth on the bed as you took in each thrust.
all of a sudden namjoon was flipping you over, large palms manhandling you to have your face nestled in the soft pillows and your ass in the air. he placed a large smack! onto your ass cheek before slamming his cock into you again—enough to make your hips jerk forward before he snapped them back into place with his rough hands, driving himself inside you.
"yeah?" his voice came low behind you and right in your ear, pressing his chest against your back. "'m gonna make you my fucking wife baby, gonna be mine forever."
"mm, yes, daddy—! please," you cried, his large palms gripping firmly on your ass and smacking it against his cock, shoving his length greedily into your hole. you felt your stomach curving into a heated knot, mind completely lost at the state of bliss he was fucking you into.
"could do this with you forever, and i'd still want more," he grunted lowly, kissing your neck from behind. "can't get enough of you, baby,"
you whined loudly—muffled from the pillows as your body began to tremble beneath namjoon. "cum for daddy, pretty girl," he murmured, licking up your neck with his tongue nastily. "cum on my cock like a good girl."
he plowed his cock slowly into you as you felt your orgasm tear through you like thunder. you screamed his name loudly, tears and drool soaking the pillows as your walls fluttered around him tightly, your juices spilling over his dick.
"gonna fill this pussy up, gonna get you all nice and round for daddy," he growled, hand firm on your hips, thrusting one last time into you before releasing his hot seed inside of you endlessly.
he held your hips against him as he painted your insides with his cum, chasing both of your highs before letting you go. your hips collapsed onto the mattress immediately, chest heaving violently up and down as you felt namjoon's fingers come to press his cum deeper inside you, ensuring you took every last drop.
he placed light kisses on your shoulders before coming down to lay beside you. you rolled onto your back breathlessly to face him, legs now sore and body still shaking.
he smiled immediately once his eyes met yours, quickly wrapping his arms around your figure and pulling you right against him. "you okay, doll?" he asked softly, placing a soft peck on your forehead before coming to your lips. "you did so well, my angel."
you nodded, breathing stabilizing and heart gushing once again. "more than okay, joonie," you smiled, hearing the faint murmur of his heartbeat.
dimples pulled at his cheeks before he captured your lips softly in with his. "good," he whispered against you, his long fingers trailing up your thigh and coming to intertwine with yours.
your eyes never broke apart with his, heart pumping against your chest like it was your first night ever with namjoon all over again. he placed a soft kiss on your hand. "i was done for the second i pulled over for you," he murmured against your fingers.
you laughed softly against his chest, instantly tugging at the strings of his heart. "oh, i was too," you replied, pink tinting your cheeks despite spending eight months of being cuddled up with this man.
namjoon chuckled softly, pulling you even closer against him. "i love you so much, baby," he murmured, placing soft kisses on your face.
"i love you so much too, joonie," you replied, taking his lips slowly in with yours.
the waves of the ocean crashed faintly outside the window, the two of you holding each other closely & lulling each other to sleep with soft giggles and tired kisses.
"you spoil me too much," you whispered faintly, hanging on to the last thread before being taken away by sleep with his warmth completely wrapped around you.
namjoon was the exact same, eyelids getting heavier by the second. but his hand instinctively caressed your cheek—thumb barely moving along your skin. a faint smile touched his mouth before his hand tightened slightly around your legs, pulling you impossibly closer.
"good."
.・゜-: ✧ :-
the rest of the vacation passes like a dream neither of you want to wake up from.
because being alone together like this—away from the noise of the hustling city, away from work—made both you realize how naturally you existed beside each other.
by the time you fly home, you seem to notice little things even more.
the way he kept glancing over at you during the flight like he still hadn't gotten enough of you. like even after spending a week and approximately twenty-three hours away from home—with you and only you—he was still yearning for more time with you.
and the way he said "we're home," automatically when he pulled the both of you into his endless driveway.
home.
the word sunk like an anchor into your chest. because somehow, his house already felt like yours too.
and at this point, you basically lived there anyway. you'd spend over half of your weeks at namjoon's, practically abandoning your own apartment. your skincare lined one side of his bathroom counter and your clothes filled empty drawers in his walk-in closet.
candles sitting next to his heavy duty speakers and equipment. hair clips and lip gloss scattered across countertops.
there were tiny pieces of you in namjoon's house everywhere, he loved every single one of them. in fact, he couldn't get enough.
even if he pretended to complain sometimes.
"baby," he calls out softly one night, stepping over your heels forgotten in the hallway. "one more month of this and i'm charging you rent."
you laugh from the couch. "you're rich, joonie. be serious."
"i am serious," he says calmly, walking over before dropping onto the couch beside you. immediately his large palms are on you, pulling you straight into his lap.
you melted into his warmth naturally while his arms wrapped around your waist. his chin rested lightly against your shoulder, comforting silence filling the air as your heartbeats synced together.
"you should just move in," namjoon says finally.
your heart skipped a beat, red flushing your cheeks instantly. he said it so simply, but you felt everything shift immediately. you turned slightly in his arms. "...you're asking me?"
"i thought i've been asking for months," he replies genuinely.
because truly, he really has. every "stay another night." every drawer he cleared out for your stuff. every toothbrush he replaced before you could even ask.
even so, he watched you carefully now, like you answer mattered to him more than anything else.
"you're sure?" you asked quietly.
his expression changed, softening right away. "baby," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "you've made this place feel more like home in eight months than it has in years."
"and i love waking up next to you," he added softly, eyes boring into you in a way that made your chest ache. "i love taking care of you."
his large hands slide slowly along your waist. "and honestly?" he muttered quietly. "i'm tired of pretending you don't belong here."
the way he says it so naturally does it for you completely. like loving you was the easiest thing he's ever done.
you smile softly. it's small at first, before it naturally stretches wider at the thought of never having to leave him to go home, because home would be with him. "...okay."
he stills slightly, hands still firm on your waist. "yeah?"
you nodded. "i'll move in, joonie."
the wide smile that spreads across his face afterwards is almost unfair. his big arms tighten around you, pulling you fully against his chest before he kisses you slowly. your lips move together warmly, like you could feel the relief and excitement radiating off of him.
when he pulls back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. "took you long enough," he murmurs softly.
.・゜-: ✧ :-
bonus scene~
it's one of those bright, los angeles days where the sidewalks are a little too crowded and the air smells faintly of saltwater and sunscreen.
you and namjoon walk together, side by side on the sidewalk—him closest to the street, of course—while he's got one hand casually resting at the small of your back. one of your favorite habits he's developed over the months; always guiding you, and always touching you.
as you approach a café, you're both talking about the most random things. he makes a silly comment that makes your smile almost hurt while he opens the door for you, guiding you inside with his other hand.
once you stepped inside, you immediately froze. standing at the counter was your lousy, bum of an ex from almost two years ago.
you physically winced, cringe and utter embarrassment twisting into your stomach at the mere sight of him. these last eight months with namjoon had you forgetting that any man had ever existed before him.
"oh, hell no," you said quietly, only loud enough for namjoon to hear, who was now towering behind you as he closed the door.
"what?"
you whipped around to face him, subtly nodding towards the counter. "that's my ex."
his eyes followed your gaze. your ex at counter looked up briefly, immediately recognizing you too. then, namjoon looks back at you—completely unimpressed. "...that's him?"
you instantly started laughing from his reaction. "don't do that, joonie."
"do what?"
"that face."
"what face?"
"the one where you're judging."
he only smirked. "baby, i haven't said a word."
he takes a step to move forward, but you grab his arm hurriedly. "joonie, wait. i'm kind of... nervous."
those words grab his attention immediately, making his body come to a halt entirely. one eyebrow lifted slowly. "nervous?"
you shrugged. "the breakup was awkward."
he stares at you for a second. "you're scared of him?"
"not scared," you said, him nodding his head in understanding. "i just don't want it to be weird."
he leans down slightly, close enough that his breath barely grazes the top of your ear. "oh please."
your stomach did ten flips right then and there at his confidence—his absolute certainty. his hands came to settle firmly at your waist. "you're with me, baby."
those four words instantly calmed you down, settling your heart rate back into a somewhat normal pace. before you can answer, namjoon is already guiding you towards the register.
your ex, julian, notices you both approaching. his eyes avert over to who you're with, his expression changing immediately.
because standing next to you, was six-foot-something of calm confidence—designer sunglasses and an expensive watch. his posture was straight, yet relaxed with one large palm settled comfortably on your lower back. he walked like he didn't need to prove anything, because he already knew exactly who he was—and exactly what kind of stunning woman he was with.
and, wait a minute—wasn't he famous? julian visibly straightened, swallowing a little too hard. meanwhile, namjoon couldn't even look less concerned. "afternoon," he says politely.
julian greets you both, his posture stiff and his voice tight. then, he looked at you. "hey."
you could only blink, and before you even formulate a response—namjoon answers first. "hey, man." his tone coming friendly and easy.
your ex's attention shifts to namjoon instantly. he orders for both of you—remembering your exact order, because of course he did—all while smiling politely. the entire time, his hand never leaves your waist.
while namjoon pays, julian attempts to make small talk. "so... how have you been?"
before you can answer, namjoon glances down at you, thumb gently caressing the skin on your waist. "good, right baby? he asks warmly.
you stifle a laugh, because you knew exactly what he was up to. "mhm," you nod. "very good."
the corner of namjoon's mouth twitches in satisfaction. julian nods awkwardly, his gaze quickly averting to the ground.
once the payment goes through, namjoon thanks him with a simple smile before intertwining his fingers with yours and walking away. you trail beside him, biting your lip from the incredible urge to laugh.
moments later, your drinks are ready. namjoon picks them up, handing one to you as you squealed quietly in excitement, making a large smile pull at his lips, dimples carving into his cheeks.
and just like that, it was all over. there was absolutely no drama or competition, and you didn't have to say a word to your ex at all.
soon, you're both walking back outside into the sunshine, the heat soaking into your skin right away. you looked at namjoon immediately, laugh blurting from your lips. "you're ridiculous, joonie."
"why?"
"you knew exactly what you were doing."
a cheeky grin quickly appears on his face. "i was ordering us coffee."
you rolled your eyes despite the smile on your face. his hand wrapped around your waist again, pulling you closer against his side. "baby," his voice came low again, the deep tone that always had your knees buckling.
"if a guy is dumb enough to not treat you right and let you go..." he shrugged. "that's his problem."
then, he placed a kiss at the top of your forehead like the conversation was completely finished. because to him, it was. but a few steps later, you catch namjoon looking unusually pleased with himself.
"you enjoyed that, didn't you?" you pried.
the smile he gave you then was absolutely shameless. "a little."
then his arm settled around your shoulders as you continued down the street. "besides," he continued casually. "you really thought i was going to let you stand there uncomfortable?"
your heart melted instantly, absentmindedly pressing your body closer into his side. "my job is making your life easier, remember doll?" he said lowly, pressing another kiss into your hair.
somehow after all these months, namjoon still managed to make a violent pink flush your cheeks with every affirming remark he made. and him? he was absolutely whipped. he was willing to buy the whole world if it meant putting a smile on your face. and he also was already trying to figure out your ring size without asking you.
.・゜-: ✧ :-
a/n: i hope you guys liked this short(?) part 2!🥹 no it is not the end, but i just wanted to show you guys how good older boyfriend producer joonie would treat y/n bc god. he hasn't left my mind honestly. 😩 more to come in for this series in future after i roll out a few more fics <3 love you guys so so much and thank you for the incredible amount of support!
hii my lovelies!! trying to get street thing part 2 finished and uploaded by tonight if not tomorrow morning bbys!! thank you for all of your patience and love <3 xx
should've put x american!reader on that tourist teahyung fic. imagine reading an "x reader fic" and then finding out me, the reader, is american? it took me out lol nothing against americans. just tag your fics right. be transparent.
you are totally right, i’m so sorry and i will go fix that right now! the reader does introduce herself as an american in their first interaction, but tagging it just blanked from my brain🙁🙁 i’m still learning on how to tag things properly on this app. sorry to confuse!
HEYYY how have you been? i’ve been so busy with work i couldn’t even get one second to myself to fantasize about jimin and bts in general LOL that’s bad LMAO
-chim
HII CHIMM! how are youu! i’ve also been busy with work and school, but thankfully this is my last week of school! 🤗🤗
oh no, we all need time to fantasize about bts </3 when i don’t have time, i try to make it happen in my dreams fr 😔
ty for checking up bby, hope you can catch up on some rest. ILYSMM 🥹🫂
hi babes!! i am so so close to being finished with part 2! just adding my final touches & scenes, should be out no later than this week and will be around 8k-9k words with around 3k words of smut :p <3 love u sm and ty for ur patience!!! xx
tell me if you’re already post the taehyung ex story 🙂↔️
hi hii!! unfortunately i have not posted or even started the ex bf taehyung story</3 i just thought of the concept yesterday, and based on everybody's feedback i think i will definitely start this story when i complete & publish my other upcoming stories! 🥹
tysm for your question and sorry to disappoint ml </3 but it will come sometime in the future love u sm xx
Hello! 💗 I love your fanfics so much! 😩 A lot of them are specifically based in a location and time period and I was wondering if you have any reason in particular why?? It's very creative, and they are all unique and intriguing!
omg thank you so much for reading them bby 🥹 i love love loooveee this question!!
the setting honestly is honestly the most important part of most of my fics, and it usually ties in with the kind of personality/traits/identity i want to give the character(bts member). like producer namjoon is famous in LA, compared to an underground rapper namjoon—who fits the nyc scene much more.
and i always love to set some of my fics older, like in the 2000s, because it limits constant communication and the widespread existence of social media. like in thinking bout you, i wanted to make it nearly impossible for them to communicate with each other ever again. in street thing, i wanted oc to not have a clue about who namjoon was, despite him being a backbone to the music industry.
i also just love romanticizing places, and adding scenery and a location makes it feel so much more real & raw to me 🥹 if i don't set a location like in i luv your girl, i'd like to imagine it in korea—or where ever your heart desires!
thank you for reading my fics and for the wonderful question!! love u so much babes xx
summary: in the bustling scene of new york city in the early 2000s, a guarded girl who’s spent her life learning not to trust anyone, crosses paths with a rising underground rapper who’s used to getting everything he wants—until her.
themes: smut, sooo so much tension, flirting, namjoon is slightly cocky/a player, but he's down bad, city life, backstory, fluff, adult themes, established relationship, reader is independent, 2000s timeline, slightly possessive joon, he's tatted..., slice of life
warnings: explicit smut, drug use (weed, cigs)
MINORS DNI 18+ (dom!joon, oral f & m, fingering, praise/dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie)
word count: 16k
♬⋆.˚ motive - ariana grande & doja cat
october 2006
brooklyn, new york
the bass hit before you even saw the place.
it traveled through the block—low, steady, vibrating up through the soles of your shoes as you turned the corner. the line outside wasn’t long, just a cluster of people pressed against the brick wall, smoke curling into the cold night air, laughter spilling out in bursts. someone had taped a wrinkled flyer to the door, half peeling off.
you paused across the street, hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket. another night, another crowd. nothing new. still… you didn’t leave.
a girl walked past you, heels clicking fast against the pavement, speaking loudly into her flip phone. two guys argued about something disruptive and meaningless, shoving each other like it might turn into something more. it was the same energy you’d grown up around—restless, unpredictable, alive in a way that never really let you relax.
but it was home. hardly anything surprised you anymore after spending your whole life in the city. you crossed the street before the pedestrian sign even turned on. all you wanted was a drink and some music after a long day.
once you approached the door, the flyer read, "RAP MONSTER @ 11" and in tiny, almost unnoticeable letters, "KIM NAMJOON" the bouncer barely looked at your id. a quick glance, a nod, then he pulled it open just enough for you to slip inside.
heat hit you first. then the smell—cheap liquor, sweat, something sweet in the air you couldn’t place. the space was smaller than you expected, low ceiling, dim lights casting everything in a hazy red glow. people packed in tight, shoulder to shoulder, bodies swaying to a beat that felt more than heard.
after getting your drink, you moved through the crowd without hesitation, like you’d done a hundred times before. no apologies, no lingering eye contact. just slipping past, carving your own space until you found a spot near the back wall.
from there, you could see everything.
the dj stood hunched over his setup, head bobbing, fingers moving quick and practiced. a couple guys hovered near the stage, hyping each other up, waiting for their turn. someone laughed too loud. someone else spilled a drink and didn’t bother cleaning it.
then, the music shifted.
it wasn’t sudden—but it changed. the kind of change you felt in your chest before you realized why. the beat slowed, heavier now, deliberate. conversations dulled, attention tilting toward the stage without anyone saying a word.
he stepped out like he already owned the room. no big introduction. no announcement. just his presence that seemed to make the chaotic room still. people in the crowd reacted immediately—nods, murmurs, cheers. they knew him.
you didn’t. but you watched.
now there were fine men across new york, but him? he was too handsome to be true, standing on the stage at six-feet tall, muscles swell on his arms and shoulders, ink swirling around them. his eyes were low and sharp, plump lips all but accentuating his features. he wore nothing but a black wife beater and dangling chains that glimmered in the stage light, baggy, dark denim jeans sagging over his spotless sneakers.
he grabbed the mic like it belonged there, like it had always belonged to him. confidence rolled off him easy, not forced, not loud—just there. he said something to the dj, low and quick, then turned back to the crowd, scanning it out of habit more than curiosity.
until his dragon like eyes got caught on you. it wasn’t dramatic. not at first. they just lingered for a second too long.
most people reacted when he looked at them—smiled, waved, tried to be seen. you didn’t. didn’t shift, didn’t straighten up, didn’t pretend you weren’t already looking.
you just… held his gaze. calm. steady. unimpressed.
something flickered across his expression—quick enough that anyone else might’ve missed it. then it was gone, replaced with that same easy confidence as he lifted the mic.
then, the beat dropped.
his voice cut through the room clean and sharp, riding the rhythm like it was second nature. no hesitation, no wasted movement. the crowd fed into it almost instantly—heads nodding, bodies moving, energy building with every bar.
you stayed still. listening. not to the noise, not to the crowd—but to him.
there was something under it. beneath the bravado, beneath the lines meant to hit hard and fast—something quieter, more precise.
your eyes didn’t leave him. and somewhere between one verse and the next, his piercing gaze found yours again.
this time, he didn’t look away first.
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the night had gotten colder. or maybe it just felt that way after the heat inside.
the door slammed behind you, bass still leaking out in muffled thumps as you stepped back onto the sidewalk. the crowd had doubled since earlier despite it being hours past midnight—people lingering, arguing, laughing too loud, music and honks bleeding from passing cars. a siren wailed somewhere in the distance, fading in and out like it belonged to the rhythm of the city.
you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself and started walking. didn’t look back. didn’t hesitate. just slipped into the current of the street, becoming a part of it.
across the block, tucked just out of the spill of streetlight, namjoon leaned against the brick wall with a cigarette between his fingers. the ember flared when he inhaled, briefly lighting up the sharp line of his jaw before fading back into shadow.
he wasn’t supposed to be out here long. couple people had tried to stop him on the way out—daps, quick conversations, “that set was crazy”—but he’d brushed past most of it. he needed air. needed quiet. or at least, the closest he could get to it.
truth was, he wasn’t thinking about the performance anymore. he exhaled slowly, smoke curling into the night.
then he saw you. the same girl he made burning eye contact with inside.
you moved like you had somewhere to be, even if you didn’t. headed forward, pace steady, weaving through the chaos without letting it touch you. someone random called out to you—you didn’t respond. a guy stepped into your path, half-smiling like he was about to say something clever.
you didn’t even slow down, brushing past the guy. just shifted slightly, slipped past him like he wasn’t there.
his mouth twitched, almost a smile. yeah… you were different.
namjoon flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his shoes without taking his eyes off you. for a second, he let himself stay where he was. let you get a little farther. like he was testing something—whether he’d actually let you walk away like everyone else.
he didn’t.
pushing off the wall, he stepped back into the light, cutting through the crowd with ease. people recognized him, tried to catch his attention again, but he wasn’t stopping this time. his focus was already ahead.
you were halfway down the block now, the glow of the subway entrance just starting to come into view. the street thinned out a little there—less noise, less bodies, just the hum of the city settling into something quieter.
he caught up just as you reached the top of the stairs.
“yo.” it wasn’t loud. didn’t need to be.
and for some reason, you stopped. not immediately—but enough to show you heard him. slowly, you turned.
up close, you looked the same as you had inside. calm. composed. like nothing really got under your skin. your eyes moved over him once, quick and assessing, before settling somewhere between indifferent and curious.
“you always leave before the last set?” he asked, voice easy, like you'd already been talking.
a beat passed. “only when i’ve heard enough,” you replied
no attitude. no flirtation. just blatantly honest. it almost made him laugh. he took another step closer, not enough to crowd you, just enough to close the distance. “and you heard enough?” he asked.
you gaze held his for a second longer this time. “yeah,” you said. then, after a pause—just slight enough to matter, “i did.”
it wasn’t praise. but it wasn’t exactly dismissal either. something in between. something that lingered in the air.
he nodded once, like he understood more than you actually said. “good,” he murmured.
silence settled between them—not awkward, not rushed. just there. people passed behind him, heading down into the station, the sound of footsteps echoing against the stairs. a train rumbled somewhere below, distant but coming.
you shifted your weight slightly, glancing past him for half a second—toward the entrance, toward wherever you were headed next.
he caught it. of course he did. “lemme walk you down,” he said, already turning slightly toward the stairs like he expected you to follow.
but you didn’t move. “why?” you asked. a simple question. it wasn't suspicious—just… direct.
he looked back at you, something faintly amused flickering in his expression. “‘cause you look like the type to disappear if i don’t,” he said.
and that almost earned him a reaction. almost.
your lips pressed together, just briefly, like you were deciding whether that was clever or just another line you heard before.
“…and?” you prompted.
he held your gaze, steady this time. no performance. no crowd. just him. “and i’m not tryna let that happen.”
another pause. longer now. the train below screeched against the tracks as it pulled into the station, the sound rising up through the stairwell between you.
for a second, it felt like the city was waiting too. then, you turned. not away—just toward the stairs.
“don’t slow me down,” you said, starting your descent.
and this time— he smiled for real, perfect teeth with two identical dimples coming clear into display before following you down the steps.
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the air changed as soon as you stepped underground. cooler. damp. the noise from the street above dulled into a distant hum, replaced by the hollow echo of footsteps and the metallic screech of a train settling on the tracks below.
you didn’t slow down. and neither did namjoon—but now, he was close enough to notice things he hadn’t before.
the way you moved wasn’t for attention. no extra sway, no hesitation, no checking to see who was watching. it was natural. efficient. like you learned a long time ago that the city didn’t wait for anyone.
still… people looked at you. of course they did. and now that he was walking behind you—really looking—he got it.
it wasn’t just that you were pretty. it was quieter than that. the kind of beauty you couldn't see all at once. it sat in the details—the set of your shoulders, the way your hair fell just enough to frame your face, the calm in your expression like nothing around you could shake it.
you were untouchable.
he exhaled softly through his nose, almost amused with himself. yeah… this was new.
he caught up behind you as you reached the turnstiles. you pulled out a metrocard, swiping it in one smooth motion without breaking stride despite his presence filling the cold air around you with warmth and the smell of cigarettes and cologne.
“lemme guess,” he said, leaning casually against the metal bar as he waited his turn. “you grew up 'round here.”
you glanced at him, just briefly. “what gave it away?”
“everything,” he said simply, pushing through after you.
that got the slightest reaction—a flicker in your eyes, gone as quickly as it came.
you walked side by side now, the platform stretching out in front of you. a few people waited scattered along the yellow line, some pacing, some staring down the tunnel like they could make the next train to come faster.
for a moment, neither of you spoke. he didn’t rush to fill it. he was watching you again—more carefully this time. trying to figure you out.
you weren't giving him anything easy. no nervous energy, no curiosity you couldn’t control. even now, walking next to a guy you'd never met before, a known local rapper, you looked… steady.
like you trusted yourself more than the situation. he respected that. more than he expected to.
“you always this quiet?” he asked after a beat.
“i talk when there’s something to say,” you replied.
he huffed a quiet laugh. “so i haven't said nothing worth respondin' to yet?”
you looked at him then—really looked this time. “not yet."
that should’ve checked him. but if anything, it pulled him in more. namjoon nodded slowly, like he accepted the challenge.
“alright,” he murmured. “that’s fair.”
another silence—but this one felt different. less distant. like something was building under it.
a train rushed past on the opposite track, wind whipping through the station, loud enough to drown out everything for a few seconds. your hair shifted slightly with it, brushing against your cheek.
without thinking, his eyes followed the movement. then you. he looked away first this time. not because he wanted to—because he caught himself.
damn. it wasn’t just attraction anymore. that was the problem. it was the way you carried yourself. the way you didn’t bend to anything around you. the way you looked at him like you already knew exactly who he was—and wasn’t impressed by it.
and somehow… still stayed. that didn’t happen to him. ever.
“what’s your name?” he asked, voice quieter now.
you hesitated—not long, but enough to mean something. "y/n"
he repeated it once under his breath, like he was committing it to memory. “yeah,” he said softly. “that fits you.”
you didn’t ask for his. of course you didn’t. he almost smiled. another train announcement crackled overhead, distorted and barely understandable. people shifted closer to the platform’s edge.
your train. he could feel it in the way you subtly repositioned, attention flicking down the tunnel.
time was running out.
he straightened slightly, running a hand over the back of his neck before looking at you again. “i’ma need your number,” he said.
not can i have it. it wasn't a question.
you raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “need?” you repeated.
namjoon met your gaze, steady. “yeah,” he said. “’cause i’m not running into you like this again.”
you held his eyes for a long second. weighing him. measuring the difference between confidence and arrogance. between a possibly reused line—and the truth.
the train lights appeared in the distance, growing brighter.
“i don’t give my number out like that,” you said finally.
“i figured,” he replied. no pushback. no pressure.
that surprised you. just slightly. the train roared closer now, brakes screeching as it pulled into the station. wind rushed between you again, louder this time, forcing a half step back.
doors slid open, people started moving. you glanced at the train—then back at him, decision made. despite carrying little to no interest in seeing a man— he was cute. and he was a rapper. okay, so maybe he was insanely hot. but you wouldn’t admit that.
“lemme see your phone,” you said.
he didn’t hesitate. pulled it out, flipped it open, handed it to you, licking his lips ever so slightly in satisfaction. you typed quickly, efficient as everything else you did. saved it, then handed it back.
no smile. no extra words. just; “don’t make me regret it.” and then you turned, stepping onto the train without looking back.
the doors slid shut. and just like that—you were gone.
namjoon stood there for a second, staring at his phone like it might disappear if he blinked. then he looked up at the train as it pulled away, something unfamiliar settling in his chest.
not excitement. and not ego like he usually felt. something quieter. something he couldn't quite pin down. he glanced down at the screen again—your name staring back at him.
and for the first time that night— he wasn’t thinking about the next move. he was thinking about you.
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namjoon didn’t wait long. didn’t overthink it. didn’t ask anyone what they thought. didn’t play it cool.
by the time he got back to his place—kicking his sneakers off, tossing his jacket somewhere he wouldn’t remember in the morning—he already had his phone in his hand.
he stared at your name for maybe half a second before he hit call. it rang once. twice. he leaned back against the wall, one hand dragging over his face, already smirking to himself like he knew something you didn’t.
three times—
“hello?” your voice was calmer than he expected. it wasn't tired or curious. it was steady, like you already knew it was him.
“damn,” he said, a quiet smirk in his voice. “you answer fast.”
a pause. “maybe i just don't have anything better to do right now,” you replied. dry. casual.
he let out a soft laugh. “yeah? i don’t believe that.”
“you don’t have to.”
he pushed himself off the wall, pacing slowly now, energy still running through him from earlier. “nah,” he said, “you don’t seem like the type to sit around bored.”
“and you got all that from one conversation?” you asked.
“one look,” he corrected.
that almost landed. almost.
“careful,” you said. "you sound like you do this a lot.”
“i do,” he admitted easily. no hesitation or shame in his tone. then, softer— “but not like this.”
that shifted something in the phone static between you. just slightly. there was a pause on the other end—not awkward, just… measured. like you were deciding whether to believe him.
he didn’t rush to fill it this time.
“...so you call every girl right after you meet her?” you asked finally.
there it was. he smiled. “only the ones i know i'd regret not calling.”
he could hear your breathing faintly through the phone. could almost picture you—leaning back somewhere, expression unreadable on your pretty face, eyes focused on nothing while you processed him.
he lowered his voice just a little. “you always this hard to read?”
“only when someone’s trying too hard to figure me out.”
he laughed under his breath. “too hard?”
“yeah.” a beat. “you’re a little obvious.”
now that hit his ego—but in a way he liked. “alright,” he said, nodding to himself. “so what you want me to do instead?”
“nothing,” you said simply. “be normal.”
he scoffed lightly. “i was being normal.”
“no you weren’t.”
“yeah i was.”
“no,” you said, a hint—just a hint—of amusement slipping through, “you were performing.”
that stopped him. not entirely, but it was enough. he leaned back against the counter now, quieter. more real. “…you caught that, huh.”
“i catch a lot,” you said.
he believed you. that's what made this different. he ran a hand over his jaw, exhaling slowly before speaking again.
“alright,” he said. “then i’ll stop messin' with you.”
a small pause. "good,” you replied.
“so let me take you out.”
straight to it. no buildup this time. no games. on the other end, you shifted slightly—he could hear it in the faint rustle of fabric, the way your breathing changed just a little.
“you move fast,” you said, a slight scoff coated in your reply.
“you move like you're gonna disappear,” he countered.
that landed. because he was kind of right. you didn’t respond right away. because in your whole life, no one had ever been able to read an inch of you.
he could feel you thinking again. measuring him the same way you had outside the station.
“where?” you asked finally.
his smile came back, slower this time. "see, that sound like a yes.”
“it sounds like a question,” you corrected.
he laughed softly. “alright… fair.” he glanced out the window, the city still alive outside—lights on, cars passing, people somewhere out there living whole stories he didn’t know. then, back to the moment.
“somewhere you ain’t expecting,” he said. “not too loud. wanna hear you talk.”
“assuming i will,” you replied.
“you will,” he said easily with confidence—but it was softer now. less show, more certainty.
there was another pause. longer this time. “…maybe,” you said.
and there it was. it wasn't a yes. but it wasn't a no. exactly where you wanted to leave him.
he shook his head, smiling to himself. “you do that on purpose,” he said.
“do what?”
“make it unclear.”
“maybe i just don’t like giving people what they want right away.”
he pushed off the counter again, pacing slowly. “yeah,” he murmured. “i’m starting to see that." then, his voice even lower—“i like it.”
those words lingered. he could feel it through the silence that followed.
“text me,” you said finally. "we’ll see.”
and before he could say anything else—the line went dead. he pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at it for a second before letting out a quiet laugh. “we’ll see,” he repeated under his breath.
but he already knew. he was seeing you again. one way or another.
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the city looked different the next night. or maybe you did.
same streets. same noise. same blur of headlights and voices and music spilling out of somewhere it shouldn’t be. a group argued on the corner like it might turn into something more. laughter cut through it. a car sped past too fast, bass rattling the windows of everything it passed.
nothing new. but still— you seemed to have noticed more than you usually did. or maybe you were just more aware of it.
your phone sat quiet in your pocket, but you checked it more than once anyway. no new messages. no missed calls.
but you didn’t think about it. didn't let yourself. you adjusted the strap on your bag and kept walking, the familiar glow of the subway entrance coming into view ahead. the same one as last night.
routine. safe in its own way, despite your surroundings.
a car rolled slowly down the block beside you.
you didn’t look at it at first. cars always slowed down. people always looked. it didn’t mean anything. but this one stayed, matching your pace. then—a soft honk. it wasn't impatient like most new york honks.
you turned your head slightly. and the window was already down. the car was loud, low, and silver, the rest of the windows as black as the night sky. and there he was.
one inked arm resting along the wheel, the other hanging loose out the window, looking at you like he’d been expecting to find you right there.
like this was planned. a slow smile pulled at his mouth. “lemme guess,” he called out, voice carrying easy over the noise of the street. “you ‘bout to disappear on me again?”
you stopped walking. your eyes moved over him once—quick, familiar now—before settling into that same calm expression he was already starting to recognize.
“you follow all your dates?” you asked.
“date?” he echoed with a smirk pulling at his plump lips, like he liked the sound of that a little too much. “you skipped a few steps.”
“you’re the one in a car,” you shrugged. “feels like a setup.”
he let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “nah,” he said. “if it was a setup, i wouldn’t have made it this obvious.”
that almost got you. almost. you shifted your weight slightly, glancing past him for a second—toward the subway entrance, toward the stairs you already knew by memory.
then back at him. "you been waiting?” you asked.
“maybe,” he said.
you gaze held his for a second longer than you needed to. “why?” you asked.
he tilted his head, studying you right back now. “‘cause a girl like you shouldn’t be taking the train this late,” he said. “not 'round here.”
there was something in his tone that hadn’t been there the night before. it was still smooth, tone full of confidence. but it was almost quieter, like he was performing less.
you caught it. but it didn't soften you. you almost rolled your eyes. “i've been doing fine my whole life."
"i’m sure you have,” he said. “don’t mean i gotta let you keep doing it.”
a small beat passed; one that could’ve gone the wrong way. easily. but the way he said it—no edge, no demand, no room left for you to decide what it meant.
you stepped a little closer to the car, just enough to close the distance, but not close enough to commit to his wish.
“you always try to fix things that aren’t broken?” you asked, eyes narrowing.
he looked at you for a second before shaking his head slightly. “nah,” he said. “just the things i don’t like.”
those words almost caught you. but you refused to show it. a car passed behind him, headlights sweeping across your face for a split second, catching the softness you didn’t realize slipped through.
but it was gone just as fast. “you don’t even know me,” you said.
“i know enough,” he replied.
“from what?”
he leaned his arm further out the window, watch gleaming from the street light above, eyes still on yours. “the way you walk like nobody can tell you nothin’,” he said. “the way you look at people like you already figured ‘em out.”
a small pause. “…and the way you not on that train yet.”
your breath hitched—barely. but he still caught it. god, of course he did.
silence stretched between you, filled with the noise of the street, the distant rumble of another train pulling in below.
you looked at the subway entrance again. then, back at him, weighing the gravity of the tension between you like you always did.
“persuasive much?” you asked.
he smiled— dimples appearing slowly this time, flashy teeth on display. “only when i mean it.”
another pause filled the cold night air between you before namjoon leaned over to the passenger side and pushed the door slightly open from the inside.
he didn’t push you to get in. instead, he just kept watching you, studying every inch of your face in search of an expression that was different from your typical, unconcerned one that intrigued him so much. he was waiting, putting the choice in your hands.
“you do realize i can still take the subway,” you said.
“yeah,” he replied easily. his tone had consisted of anything but pressure.
“hm,” you teased. “well i might not let you out once you’re in.”
he met your gaze steadily. “then i guess i gotta make sure you don’t change your mind.”
those words almost had you. you shook your head, like you were already questioning the decision you were about to make.
then you stepped forward, acrylic nails wrapping around the door handle and slid into the passenger seat of the rapper’s car.
the door shut with a quiet thud, but still, namjoon didn’t move right away. he didn’t start the car. just sat there for a second too long, glancing over at you— like he had to confirm you were actually there. like you could suddenly disappear again.
the smell of your perfume and shampoo filled his head, and it almost made him dizzy.
“…you nervous?” he asked teasingly, voice low.
you leaned back into his leather seat, calm as ever without even a slight change in your demeanor. “not even a little,” you said.
a smile tugged at his mouth as he finally turned the key into the ignition. “good,” he murmured.
because he was starting to realize— he might be the one that was.
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the drive into the city felt different from everything that happened before. less noise— or maybe it was just a different kind.
the chaos didn’t falter— it never did. it just… sharpened. the towering buildings of manhattan stretched over the windows of the car. the city lights were brighter. streets were narrower. people moving like they had somewhere important to be, no matter how late it was.
you observed it all through the window, elbow resting slightly against the door, fingers brushing your cheek. the colorful glow of storefronts and passing headlights caught your features in pieces. you hardly came to manhattan— everything you needed was in brooklyn; but you couldn’t deny the beauty of it.
he noticed it. it was hard for him not to.
he was driving with one veiny hand on the steering wheel, while the other rested lazily near the center console, glancing over at you more than he should’ve. his eyes took in every last one of your features, like he was trying to understand a feeling he couldn’t quite make out yet.
“always this quiet in a car?” he asked.
you didn’t look at him. “only when i’m thinking.”
“should that worry me?”
“depends on what i’m thinking about.”
he smirked before diverting his eyes from you and back onto the road. “a’right… i’ll leave that alone then.”
but he didn’t stop wondering.
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he didn’t take you to some big-name spot that was flashy or required reservations weeks in advance. it didn’t have someone at the door approving outfits before permitting entrance.
instead, he pulled his car up outside a restaurant that was tucked away, hidden between brownstones and apartments on the lower west side, warm light spilling onto the dark sidewalk.
it was the kind of place you would only know about if someone took you there.
before you could even react, he got out first, walking around the car without any rush, opening your door before you could do it yourself.
you raised an eyebrow slightly as you got out, the heels of your boots clacking against the pavement as you stood, his height towering over you. “you do this for all your girls?”
he shut the door behind you, leaning in a little closer— not close enough to crowd you, but just enough to make the distance feel smaller.
“no,” he said quietly. “you still think i got a lot of those?”
you held his gaze sharply. “don’t you?”
a beat passed while he took a few lingering seconds to look at you. then he shook his head.
“not tonight.”
the words lingered in the air as a hint of shock almost flashed across your face. he swore that he saw it in your eyes. you didn’t respond, but you didn’t look away from him either.
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inside, the air was warm, low music playing in the background— something slow and older. it was the kind of place where people exchanged conversations that never left the restaurant.
you sat across from each other, only a small table causing distance between you two.
and for the first time since you met him—
there had been nowhere else to look.
no crowd or distant arguments. no distractions.
just him. and you.
a server came and went. water was poured, menus opened and closed. namjoon only took a quick glance as his before concentrating his focus on you.
“you already know what you want?” you asked, your menu still on display in front of you.
he leaned back, one arm resting along the back of his chair while his eyes never left yours. “yeah,” he shrugged.
your expression didn’t change. “confident,” you murmured.
“i’m sure,” he corrected. although it felt like he might’ve been talking about something else.
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dinner came, but neither of you paid attention at first. the conversation started slow— simple things.
“i grew up in the bronx,” you said after he had asked you. it wasn’t normal for you to open up to quickly.
“the bronx huh?” a smirk you were growing familiar with tugged at his lips. “that’s why you’re untouchable.”
you fought a laugh by scoffing instead, but he sensed it. he wasn’t wrong. “and how about you?”
“not too far from you, actually,” he replied. “harlem.”
you nodded like that made sense and took another bite of your food. you couldn’t deny, you were intrigued. surprisingly, you had never been out with a guy from harlem. most of them were from the bronx or brooklyn. but you wouldn’t tell him that.
“been into music since i was born,” he said, “i wasn’t interested in anything else.”
“when did you start making music?” you asked, trying hard to hide your tone of rising interest.
“when i was eleven,” he confessed. “my parents hated it.”
you almost laughed. “but it’s new york.”
“exactly what i told ‘em,” he smiled this time like you got him exactly. his gaze never averted from you.
you two continued to get to know each other more, what you liked and what you didn’t like. but the more you spoke, the more namjoon listened. really listened. and the more he did—the something shifted.
because you weren’t just guarded. you were sharp. observant in a way that made him feel like you saw through everything he said—and chose what to believe.
he wasn’t used to that. and he liked it more than he should’ve.
at some point, you said something—quiet, almost offhand—and he just… looked at you. longer than normal.
you noticed it immediately. “what?” you asked.
he shook his head slightly, almost like he was pulling himself back. “nothin’,” he said.
you didn’t buy it. “then why are you staring at me like that?”
he leaned forward slightly now, elbows resting near the edge of the table. “no one’s ever looked at me the way you do,” he said.
there was no smile when he said it. there wasn’t any teasing in his tone. just truth.
your expression didn’t change, but something in your eyes did. “how do i look at you?” you asked.
he held your look intensely, sharp eyes boring into yours. “like you already decided what i am,” he said. “and you’re waiting to see if i prove you wrong.”
a brief silence stretched. you didn’t deny it. didn’t confirm it either. all you did was study him right back.
“…and what do you think you are?” you asked.
that question sat between them. namjoon could’ve answered it a hundred different ways. the way people expected and the way he usually did.
but instead—he shrugged slightly. “i don’t know,” he admitted.
that was new for both of you.
your eyes softened, just barely. “you’re honest when you want to be,” you said.
“i’m honest right now,” he smiled, just a little. “but don’t get used to it.”
that brought something out of you. it wasn’t a full smile, but it was surely close.
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by the time you left the restaurant, the city had quieted—just slightly. enough to notice.
namjoon walked you back to the car, slower this time. like he was never in a rush. he wasn’t putting on some kind of performance to impress you. he was just giving you his presence.
and somewhere between the restaurant door and the passenger seat—he realized something he hadn’t let himself think yet.
this wasn’t just another girl. and it wasn’t just attraction. fuck, it was something so much more than that for him.
it was the way you made him pause. made him think. it’s like your existence in front of him alone made him want to be… different, without even asking. without any commitment.
he opened the door for you again.
you stopped before getting in, turning to face him. “you’re not what i expected,” you said.
he tilted his head slightly. “that a good thing?”
you considered it. “…i don’t know know yet.” honest and blatant. like always.
“yeah,” he nodded slowly. “me neither.”
byt as you got in—and as he walked back around the car, he knew one thing for sure.
he was already trying to figure out how to see you again.
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the city felt quieter on the way back. not silent—because it could never be that—just softer. like everything had settled into itself. streetlights stretched long across the pavement, storefronts half-closed, the rush of earlier replaced with something slower, more intimate.
inside the car, it was even quieter. it wasn't empty, it was just the kind of quiet that sat between two people in the late hours of the night.
namjoon drove with one hand on the wheel again, the other resting near the console, fingers tapping lightly to the rhythm of the music he was playing at a volume lower than usual, due to your presence. every now and then, his eyes drifted toward you—quick glances at first.
then longer. you noticed, of course.
“you keep looking at me like that,” you said, still facing forward, voice calm.
“like what?” he asked.
you turned your head slightly, just enough to catch him in the act. “like you forgot how to drive.”
that pulled a low laugh out of him, baritone almost vibrating the space between you. “i didn’t forget,” he said. “i just got distracted.”
“by what?”
he didn’t answer right away. didn’t rush it. he just let the moment sit while the car rolled through a red light turning green, the glow shifting across your face again.
then— “by you,” he said simply.
you looked away first this time, gaze quickly averting to the window. but not before he caught it—the smallest change in your expression. not a smile, not quite. something softer.
“you say that to everyone?” you asked.
“nah,” he said. “everyone don’t look like you.”
and those words lingered the moment they left his mouth. long enough to feel real. to feel like he truly meant it.
you crossed one leg over the other slightly, settling deeper into the seat, still looking out at the passing streets. “pretty isn’t rare,” you said.
“yeah,” he agreed. a beat of silence passed. “but you are.”
you didn’t answer right away. didn’t deflect it or challenge it like you normally would. just let the sentence sit between you, heavier than the others.
your fingers brushed lightly against your thigh, almost absentminded, like you needed something to ground you for a second. namjoon noticed it too. he was noticing everything when it came to you.
“you always this smooth?” you asked after a moment, quieter now.
he smiled to himself, eyes still on the road. “only when it’s true.”
“…you’re too consistent,” you said.
“i’m serious,” he corrected.
that made you glance back at him again. this time, you really looked at him, eyes taking in every inch of his being. he didn’t look away or soften it with a joke.
just held you there for a second too long, and the tension in his car shifted. it wasn't playful anymore. it felt deeper than that.
you broke it first. "you don’t even know what i like,” you said.
he raised an eyebrow slightly. “i know a few things.”
“like what?”
he slowed slightly at a stop sign, turning the wheel with one palm, casual but controlled. “you don’t like loud places,” he said. “you don’t like people in your space unless you let ‘em there.”
a glance at you. “you don’t trust easy.”
your expression didn’t change—but your attention sharpened. “and?” you asked.
he smirked faintly. “and you like when someone proves you wrong.”
you shook your head slightly, but there was something there—something almost amused. “you think you got me figured out."
“think i’m starting to,” he replied.
“careful,” you murmured. “you might be wrong.”
he glanced at you again, slower this time. “i hope so.”
that caught you. “why?” you asked.
“‘cause then i get to learn more.”
silence again. but it was warmer now. closer. the car slowed as he turned onto your block. there was less light, your street offering some sort of quietness and familiarity.
“right here,” you said, nodding slightly ahead.
he pulled up smoothly, easing the car to a stop along the curb. and for a second—neither of you moved. the engine idled softly below you. a distant dog barked somewhere down the street. a window above you flickered with tv light. it was all normal. except it didn’t exactly feel normal.
he looked over at you. really looked this time with the car finally at a stop. it wasn't a quick glance or a passing moment.
he just looked at you. taking you in up close and still. right in front of him. “...you’re even prettier up close,” he said quietly.
normally, you would scoff at a line like that, but there was no smirk. no teasing in his tone. nothing but the truth. you held his gaze without hiding it. "yeah?" you said softly.
"yeah."
a small moment of silence passed. "good."
that surprised him. he let out a quiet breath, something between a laugh and disbelief. "see,” he murmured, leaning back just a little, “you do that on purpose.”
“do what?” you asked.
“act like you don’t hear it… then let it hit anyway.”
you tilted your head slightly, studying him again. “maybe i just like hearing it twice.”
that made him smiled for real, slow and genuine. “yeah,” he said. “i can do that.”
another pause. longer this time. the kind that made leaving the night feel like a choice instead of a habit.
your hand moved to the door handle—but you didn’t open it yet. “you gonna call me again?” you asked.
it wasn't needy or hopeful like most girls he took out. it never was with you. you were just simply asking, like it wouldn't bother you if he didn't.
he didn’t hesitate. “yeah,” he said. “i am.”
you nodded slightly, like you already expected that answer. then finally opened the door, stepping out into the night air.
but before you closed it, you leaned back in just a little, resting your hand against the door frame.
"don’t mess it up,” you said. soft. it was almost teasing. and it was almost serious.
then you shut the door and walked away, your hips swaying effortlessly with every step. he watched until you disappeared inside.
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the hallway smelled like someone’s cooking. something warm and familiar. it clung to the air as you made your way up the stairs, keys already in your hand, mind somewhere else entirely after a long day of work.
you hadn’t slept much. not because you couldn’t. because you kept replaying things you didn’t mean to.
the way he looked at you. the way he spoke when he wasn’t trying.
the way he said your name like he’d already decided it mattered to him.
you reached your door before coming to a complete pause. something was there. at first, you thought it was just something left behind—maybe a package, maybe one of your neighbors’ things misplaced.
but when you looked closer—
flowers. a bouquet, wrapped simply. no over-the-top colors, no loud arrangement. like whoever picked them actually thought about it. they already came in a clear glass vase, an intricate design carved into it.
you didn’t move right away, you just stared at them. hoping for the feeling to pass.
it didn’t. slowly, you bent down, picking them up. turning them slightly in your hands like they might explain themselves.
no note. of course not. he didn’t need one.
you let out a quiet breath, something almost like a laugh—but softer, more confused than amused. “...you’re doing a lot,” you murmured under your breath.
you unlocked your door, stepping inside, setting your bag off to the side before walking further in with the flowers still in your hand.
your place was quiet like it always was. besides the now faint sounds of the city humming lowly beyond the glass windows, it was still.
you stood there for a second, just holding them. like you didn’t know what to do next. this wasn’t normal. not for you. not like this.
you set them on the counter carefully, adjusting them slightly without realizing you were doing it. your fingers brushed the petals, light, almost cautious.
then you stepped back, looking at them again. and suddenly felt it. that unfamiliar, uncomfortable—something.
you reached for your phone almost immediately. then you stopped. lowered it again. what were you even supposed to say?
long, stretching seconds of silence passed before you picked it back up, scrolling to his name and stared at it.
he’d been the one calling. the one showing up. the one setting the pace. not you. it was never you.
your thumb hovered over the call button. “…it’s just a call,” you said to yourself quietly. then pressed it before you could think too much about it.
it rang. once. twice. you started pacing without realizing, free hand brushing against your arm like you needed something to do with it.
three—
“yeah?” his voice. low. s little rougher than before—like you caught him off guard. that alone threw you off.
“…you sound surprised,” you said, trying to keep your tone even.
there was a pause, followed by a quiet, knowing exhale. “i am,” he admitted. “you don’t usually call first.”
you leaned against the counter, eyes flicking toward the flowers again. “i don’t usually have a reason to.”
a beat passed, muffled static filling the line. “…so what’s the reason?” he asked. there it was. he was always so direct.
you hesitated, just for a second too long enough to annoy yourself. “you sent something,” you said finally.
on the other end, you could practically hear his smile. “yeah,” he said. “you got ‘em.”
not a question. it never was with him. you rolled your eyes slightly, even though he couldn’t see it. “you couldn’t even leave a note?” you asked.
“i figured you’d know it was me.”
“that’s not the point.”
“then what is?”
you pushed off the counter, pacing again. “i just—” you stopped yourself, shaking your head slightly. “it’s a lot.”
a brief wave of silence took over the line. he wasn't offended or shocked. he was just listening. “…too much?” he asked, quieter now.
that made you stop walking, eyes landing on the flowers that now sat on your kitchen counter. they didn’t feel like too much. at all. that was the problem.
“…no,” you said after a second. “just… unexpected.”
“you don’t like unexpected?”
you exhaled softly, arms crossing loosely. “i like knowing what i’m dealing with.”
he let out a low chuckle. “yeah… i’m starting to get that.”
your lips pressed together slightly, fighting something that almost felt like a smile. “you don’t gotta do all that,” you said, softer now. “the car, the dinner, now this…”
you trailed off, not finishing the thought. didn’t say i’m not used to it. or not it’s getting to me. you couldn't tell him that.
he filled the silence—but not in the way you expected. “i wanted to,” he said. simple. no performance.
that stayed with you. as much as you couldn't bear to admit it. you didn’t respond right away. your fingers brushed lightly against the petals again.
“…they’re nice,” you admitted. quiet. it was almost reluctant. but it was real.
“yeah?” he said. he didn't joke about your reaction or make it bigger than it was.
“yeah.” a small pause. then—“don’t get used to me saying that.”
that pulled a soft laugh out of him. “alright,” he said. “i’ll take what i can get.”
silence settled again—but this time it wasn’t awkward. it was just full of something new.
you leaned back against the counter, phone pressed lightly to your ear. “…so what, this your way of keeping me from disappearing?”
“somethin' like that.”
“you think flowers are gonna do it?”
he didn’t hesitate. “no.”
that caught you off guard once again. "...no?"
“nah,” he said. a beat. then, his voice lower—“but it’s a start.”
you felt that. and you hated how much you did.
you shook your head slightly, looking down at the floor. “…you’re doing a good job so far,” you said before you could stop yourself.
silence passed again. “i know,” he replied. confident like always. but softer than before.
you let out a quiet breath, something shifting in your chest you didn’t quite want to name yet. “…don’t get too cocky,” you muttered.
“too late.”
that earned him a real reaction—a small, quiet laugh you didn’t mean to let out. the first real laugh you ever gave him. it was small, but this time—he heard it. clearly.
and didn’t say anything about it. which somehow made it worse. —or better. you weren't sure yet.
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it was the next day when your phone had buzzed, an hour after your shift ended.
namjoon: you free tonight?
you stared at it longer than you meant to.
you: depends
a minute passed.
namjoon: on what?
you: what you got planned
his answer came quick this time.
namjoon: trust me
you rolled your eyes slightly… but you were already getting ready.
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namjoon didn’t take you somewhere crowded. didn't take you to eat or anywhere you'd expect. instead, he drove—further than before. past the noise, past the tighter streets, until the city opened up just enough to breathe.
he pulled over near a quiet overlook, the skyline stretching out in front of you. lights scattered across the distance, glowing against the dark like something untouchable.
for once—the city wasn’t loud. it was more than chaos and people scrambling to get their lives together. it just… existed.
you stepped out of the car first this time, walking a few steps ahead before stopping near the edge, arms loosely crossing as you took it in. “…you picked this?” you asked.
he came up beside you, slower. “yeah.”
you glanced at him briefly. “…it’s nice.”
that was as close to a compliment as he’d gotten out of you in a while.
he smiled to himself. “told you to trust me.”
you didn't argue against that this time.
you leaned against the low railing, side by side now. close—but not touching.
he pulled out a blunt, wrapping the end tighter between his fingers before extending it out on his big palm, offering it you.
you took it without hesitation. that said more than anything. your fingers brushed as he lit it for you. the flame flickered between you two for a second—brief, warm—before disappearing again.
you took a few drags, smoke drifting up into the night air, dissolving into nothing before passing it to him, the end coated with lip gloss. namjoon took it up to his mouth, puffing into it. your lips making indirect contact.
for a while—you both didn’t speak. didn’t need to. the quiet between you wasn’t empty anymore. it was… full.
“you always this thoughtful?” you asked after a while, voice softer now.
he glanced at you. “you always notice?”
“only when it’s real.”
he nodded slightly, looking back out at the skyline. “it is,” he said. a pause. then—“you gotta question everything i do?"
you let out a quiet breath, watching the smoke leave your lips. “i do,” you said simply, taking another hit. “that’s how i don’t get played.”
that made him look at you again. his brown eyes studying every fraction of your unreadable expression. “and you think i’m playing you?”
you met his gaze. “could be.”
it was honest, like always. he respected that. “…i’m not,” he said.
there wasn't smile. it wasn't enhanced with charm. just complete truth. you studied him for a second, like you were trying to catch something in his expression. but there was nothing to catch.
that unsettled you more than anything else.
“you don’t seem like the type to slow down for anyone,” you said quietly.
“i’m not,” he admitted.
silence swirled into the air between the both of you before you answered. "then why me?”
that question sat heavier than the others. he didn’t answer right away. instead, he stepped a little closer—not enough to touch, just enough that you could feel the shift.
“‘cause you’re not like anyone i’ve met,” he confessed.
your breath slowed—just slightly. “you barely know me."
“i know how you move,” he said. “how you think.” a pause. “know you don’t let people get this close.”
his eyes dropped, just briefly—to your lips. then back up. “and you’re letting me.”
that pulled some knot inside your stomach. because he was right. you didn’t step back. didn't look away or stop him.
but you didn’t give in either.
“you’re a little too confident,” you murmured.
“not confident,” he said softly. “certain.”
that word lingered between you two, the space feeling incredibly smaller now, the city in front of you fading into nothing.
the blunt burned low between your fingers, almost forgotten. “so what happens if you’re wrong?” you asked quietly.
he leaned in just slightly. not touching. at least, not yet. “then you’ll tell me."
“and if i don’t?”
his voice dropped. “then i’ll figure it out.”
your breath caught—barely. but it was enough for the both of you to notice.
and suddenly, there it was. that moment. the kind that stretched a minute too long. where neither of you moved—but neither of you pulled away.
his hand lifted slightly, almost like he was going to touch your face—then stopped. waiting. giving you the chance to shut it down.
but you didn’t. your eyes flicked to his lips. then back up.
that was all it took. he leaned in—slow. careful. like one wrong move would break everything between you. like he was giving you every second to change your mind.
you didn’t move or step back. but you didn't close the distance either. just stayed there—breathing the same air now. your nose filled with weed, cologne, and warm air against the cold autumn night.
close enough to feel it. close enough to know exactly what would happen if either of you moved an inch more.
but then you turned your head slightly. not fully away, but just enough. “…you move too fast," your voice quieter than before.
but you didn’t step back. you had every chance to create space, but you couldn't seem to break it.
namjoon stayed there for a second longer. close. then exhaled softly, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. “yeah,” he murmured. “but you ain’t stopping me.”
that almost made you smile, a curve tugging at the end of your lips. you finally leaned back just a little, creating the smallest bit of distance again—but the tension didn’t leave.
it stayed. sat between you like a third person. unfinished. neither of you mentioned it.
but as you stood there, side by side again—both of you knew.
next time? you wouldn’t stop.
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the text came two nights later.
namjoon: i got a set tomorrow in flatbush. you should come.
it was simple. it was direct. you stared at it, thumb hovering over the screen. you already knew what you were going to say.
you: i'm busy
sent. you locked your phone right after, flipping it shut like that settled it. like that meant you weren't going.
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but the next night—you were standing outside the venue anyway.
a bit bigger than the last one. louder, somehow. music spilled out into the street, people crowded near the entrance, energy thick and restless.
you adjusted your jacket, glancing up at the door. “…just for a little,” you murmured to yourself.
not for him. you told yourself that twice. three times. then you went in.
inside was packed. hotter than before, bodies moving tight together, lights low and flickering. the dj was already going, hyping the room, voices rising and falling with the beat.
you slipped through the crowd like you always did—quiet, unnoticed unless someone was really looking.
he was already on stage, mid-set. his presence commanding the room like it belonged to him, deep voice moving fast in the mic and through the speakers.
you stayed toward the back this time. you didn’t move closer. you didn't want to make it obvious. you just watched.
he was in it. sweat dripping down his body, highlighting his skin and muscles, his short hair damp. he wore a leather jacket, glimmering chain hanging around his neck. his jeans were ripped, a belt looped around it lazily as the hem of his supreme boxers were on display. he was locked in, focused, feeding off the crowd, every line sharper than the last. people were reacting, shouting, moving with him. but suddenly, his attention shifted.
just slightly. like it was instinct. his eyes moved across the room— and landed on you. everything else blurred for a second.
not the music or his performance. just everything around, focusing on his gaze on you entirely.
standing there like you hadn’t told him you weren't coming. like you hadn’t meant to be there.
but you were. and you were watching him again, almost the same way as the first night you ever saw him. calm and focused, seeing more than everybody else in the room.
his mouth curved—real this time. not for the crowd. for you. it threw him off for half a second.
then he leaned into it, his energy shifted—subtle, but there. more alive. more intentional. like he had something to prove now.
not to the room.
to you.
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by the time namjoon's set ended, the energy was high—people crowding near the stage, calling his name, trying to get his attention.
he barely entertained it. his eyes were already searching.
finding you again.
and this time—he didn’t wait.
outside, the night air hit different. cooler. louder in a distant way. you had just stepped away from the door, ready to slip back into the street like you always did—
“thought you were busy.”
his voice came from behind you. it was close. closer than before. you turned—and he was already there. no space this time, leaving barely any distance.
his presence felt… heavier now. more certain. but still, you didn’t look surprised.
“you believe everything i say?” you asked.
he stepped closer. it wasn't enough to trap you—enough that you'd move if you wanted space, but close to the point of his familiar scent of weed and cologne almost taking your concentration fully away.
you didn’t move.
“nah,” he said. “just wanted to see if you’d show up anyway.”
your eyes flicked up to his. “…and?”
a beat.
“knew you would.”
that should’ve annoyed you. but it didn’t. there was something different about him tonight. his hand brushed lightly against your arm—not accidental. but testing.
you felt it immediately. but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. that was all he needed.
“you came for me,” he said, quieter now.
you shook your head slightly. “i came for the music.”
he smiled, dimples full on display before he briefly licked his lips. “yeah?”
his fingers slid just slightly lower along your arm—slow, deliberate. “and you just happened to stand there, lookin’ at me like that all pretty and nonchalant again?”
your breath hitched—barely. but you held his gaze. “you notice too much.”
“only 'bout you.”
the noise around you faded again. same as before. but this time—you were even closer. closer than you ever been.
his hand didn’t leave your arm. it didn’t tighten. it just stayed there. you couldn't deny the shock of warmth that it send up your body.
“you lied to me, hm?” he murmured.
“i showed up anyway,” you shrugged. “guess we're even.”
he shook his head slightly, stepping just a little closer. “nah,” he said. “i’m still up.”
your brows lifted slightly. “how?”
“‘cause you’re here,” he said. “and you ain’t leavin'.”
you opened your mouth—then stopped. because you didn’t have an answer for that. the words were enough to almost flush your cheeks with a light pink.
his hand moved. slow and careful, dragging down your arm to just barely at your waist. he didn't pull or tighten his grip. he was just... there. waiting.
and you could feel it. every second of it. and yet you didn't stop him.
your fingers curled slightly at your sides, like you were holding onto something invisible. “you always this bold?” you asked, voice softer now.
“only when i’m right,” he said.
“and you think you are?”
“i know i am.”
suddenly, that moment was settling in between you two again, but it felt different this time. he was closer, noses almost touching and your bodies were suddenly feeling warmer.
it was something harder to walk away from. his thumb shifted slightly against your side, making your breath visibly stutter.
and this time—you didn’t turn away. you stayed, looking at him. really looking now, analyzing him from his head to the bottom of his shoes. like you weren't trying to hide it anymore.
“…you’re a problem,” you murmured.
he smiled, just barely. “yeah,” he said. “but you're still here.”
a thick beat passed, filling the small, impossible space between you. then—“stop me,” he almost whispered.
it was quiet and low, it wasn't a challenge. it was merely an invitation. and you didn't stop him. instead, you peered up at him, your eyes that were once unreadable boring into his.
that was all it took. he leaned in—slower than before. but not hesitant. instead, it was full of certainty. he closed the distance between you, foreheads immediately coming into contact.
and this time—when your lips met—you didn’t pull away.
it wasn’t rushed or messy. it was everything you both had been holding back. all of the tension. all the words you didn’t say. it sent sparks throughout your body, the movement igniting something in your chest.
as your lips moved together in unison, your hand lifted—gripping lightly at his jacket like you needed something to ground yourself. like you needed more.
you felt him smile against your lips, his hand pressed just slightly firmer at your waist, pulling you closer—but still giving you the space to leave.
but you didn’t. not this time. your breathing became staggered as you kept up with his lips, moving against yours like he was trying to memorize them. like he was savoring them.
when you finally pulled back after what seemed like forever—it wasn’t far. foreheads almost touching, noses barely brushing one another's. breath uneven.
the city came rushing back in around you—but it didn’t matter. he looked at you like he was trying to process it. like it shifted everything.
“…damn,” he murmured under his breath.
you let out a quiet breath, eyes still on his. “…don’t say anything,” you said softly.
he huffed a small laugh. “wasn’t planning to.”
a pause. then, his voice quieter but full of devotion—“but you not disappearing on me again.”
you held his gaze. and for once—you didn’t argue. "…we’ll see,” you said.
but your tone was different than before. it wasn't stubborn or distant like normal. it was almost unfinished.
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after namjoon took photos with a few people and dapped up some guys, he insisted on driving you home once again. and you accepted. you both didn’t say much when you got in his car.
not at first.
the kiss still lingered—on your lips, and in the space between you two, in the way neither of you quite looked at each other right away.
the engine started. music low with the bass vibrating against the speakers. he pulled off without rushing.
as he drove through the somewhat emptier streets, you leaned your head lightly against the window, watching the city pass again—but it didn’t feel the same as before.
everything felt… closer. quieter. like something had shifted and neither of you had said it out loud yet.
“you're real quiet now,” he said after a minute, glancing at you.
you didn’t look at him. “just thinking.”
he smirked faintly. “you do that a lot around me.”
“you give me a lot to think about.”
it was straightforward, like you always were. that earned you another glance from him. a real, long one.
“…that a good thing?” he asked.
you turned your head slightly, meeting his eyes this time. “i haven’t decided yet.”
he huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. “yeah… you like doing that."
“doing what?”
“keeping me right there,” he gestured loosely with one hand, “not too close, not too far.”
how was he always so spot on? you didn’t deny it. and you didn't confirm it either. just watched him for a second longer before looking away again. the car slowed at a light. red and incredibly still. for a moment, neither of you spoke.
“you don't gotta do that with me,” he said, breaking the silence.
your brows pulled together slightly. “do what?”
“act like you don’t feel it.”
that landed. you swallowed, not responding right away. didn’t brush it off like you usually would. “…feel what?” you asked, quieter now.
he glanced at you again. longer this time. “like this ain’t just… whatever,” he said.
it wasn't smooth or rehearsed. it was completely, utterly honest.
the light turned green and he continued to drive again, turning the wheel with his palm. but in a car that was clearly modified to drive fast, he drove slower now. like he wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere.
you shifted slightly in your seat, your fingers brushing against your arm. “you say that like you don’t do this a lot,” you said.
“i don’t,” he replied. it was simple, not a single moment of hesitation.
that made you look at him again. “you expect me to believe that?”
he shrugged slightly, eyes on the road. “don’t matter what you believe,” he said. “i know what it is.”
“…and what is it?” you asked.
there was a pause. it was barely long, but in that brief moment of silence, you could see truth behind his low eyes.
namjoon exhaled softly, one hand tightening just slightly on the wheel. “i been around a lotta people,” he said. “girls, crowds, all that.” another beat of stillness passed. “it never sticks.”
that wasn’t what you expected. but you didn’t interrupt or questioned it. you just continued to listen, curious as to what he had to say.
“my dad used to tell me,” he continued, voice lower now, “if you gon’ do something, you better be the best at it.”
he let out a quiet breath. “so i went all in. music, everything. that’s all i know how to do.”
the city lights flickered across his face as he drove—sharp one second, gone the next. “no backup plan,” he added. “no fallback.”
you watched him now. really watched him. because this wasn’t the guy from the stage. or the one outside the venue. this was… something else. “sounds like a lot of pressure,” you said quietly.
"yeah," he gave a small, almost humorless smile. “it is.” a small pause. “but it’s the only thing that ever felt like mine.”
and that—you felt. it hit you deep without even meaning to.
“you don’t seem like the type to need anything,” you said after a moment.
he glanced at you. “everybody needs somethin',” he replied. “i just don’t say it out loud.”
soon enough, the car turned onto your block, your apartment building coming closer into view. familiar. close to the end of the night. and suddenly—you didn’t want it to be. the realization hit you out of nowhere. sharp. it was almost uncomfortable how real it felt.
“you ever get tired?” you asked quietly.
namjoon slowed the car, pulling up along the curb—but he didn’t turn it off yet. “tired of what?”
“…holding in everything like that,” you said.
he leaned back slightly in his seat, looking at you now instead of the road. “for what?” he asked.
“so nobody sees it,” you said. a pause before your voice came out softer this time. "or uses it.”
that made something shift in his expression. something real. he studied you for a second. “…you talking 'bout me or you?”
you let out a small breath. “…both.”
that was the first real piece you ever gave him.
and you both knew it.
silence settled in the car. it was heavy—but not uncomfortable. just the two of you processing the raw honesty you had just exchanged with each other.
he nodded slowly, like he understood more than you said. “yeah,” he murmured. “i get that.”
you nodded before quiet filled the car again, nothing but the very low hum of r&b spilling out through the speakers.
“you don’t gotta do that with me either.”
he echoed what he said earlier. except this time—it hit you differently. so you looked at him. really looked, absorbing his presence and every word he had just said.
your guarded and distant expression had finally fallen. and suddenly, something clicked. not loud or dramatic. just quiet and certain.
but still, it almost hit you like a truck, your stomach forming into a knot you had never felt before. you cared. about what he said. about how he felt. about whether he kept talking or shut down.
and that—that was new for you.
“…you make it hard,” you confessed softly.
he tilted his head slightly. “how?”
“to keep things simple,” you admitted.
and there it was. it wasn't a full confession. but for someone like you, it close enough.
he leaned in just slightly—not touching, just enough to close the space again. “good,” he said quietly.
you exhaled softly, shaking your head just a little. “you’re not supposed to say that.”
“i don’t do what i’m supposed to.”
that almost made you smile, fighting the curve that desperately tugged at your lips. neither of you moved to leave, the moment stretching between you. again. but softer now. there seemed to be less tension. like there something real underneath it.
“…you still thinkin' about leaving?” he asked.
you looked at him. then glanced toward your building. then back to him, eyes peering up at his large figure and meeting his extreme gaze.
you paused. and it was long enough to matter. “…i don’t know."
but this time—
it didn’t sound like uncertainty. it sounded more like possibility.
he didn’t ask again. “…come with me,” was all he said.
his was voice low. but it was certain. and it wasn't a question.
you hesitated—but not the way you used to. not like you were trying to convince yourself to leave. more like you already knew you weren't going to. “…for a little,” you said.
like you just needed to say it out loud. but he didn’t respond. just looked at you a second too long, like all he could see was you. his eyes checked your face for any sign of uncertainty.
but there was none.
so then, he pulled off, engine rumbling loudly in the quiet of the night as your building became further in the distance.
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the drive felt shorter this time. quieter. not because there wasn't anything to say—but because everything already had been.
your thoughts weren’t scattered anymore. they were focused.
on him. on the way his hand rested on the wheel, relaxed but controlled. on the way he glanced at you like he already knew you were still thinking about what he said. like he knew you were still thinking about the kiss.
on the way you didn’t look away anymore when he caught you.
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namjoon's place was dim when you walked in. low light. music already playing softly somewhere in the background—something smooth, steady, like it belonged there. his place was impressively clean besides music sheets and lyrics scattered across a few tables. his furniture and cabinets were colored in darker shades. he had an array of colorful, unique rugs across his hardwood floor as music posters and vinyls clung to the walls.
it was entirely him.
the door clicked shut behind you both.
and suddenly—it was just you and him. there wasn't any street noise or distractions. no easy way to slip out of the moment.
you stepped in a little further, taking it in without really seeing it. your focus wasn’t on the room anymore. it was on him.
you felt it before he even moved. that shift. it was same energy from earlier, except it was hitting stronger now.
he didn’t rush or cross the space all at once. just walked toward you, slow, deliberate—like he had all the time in the world.
like you weren't going anywhere.
soon, his scent wrapped around your head as his large figure began to block your entire view. “you been quiet,” he murmured, peering down at you, taking in your presence in his very own place.
“i’m thinking.”
“that what you do when you’re nervous?”
you let out a soft breath, close to a laugh. “i told you. i don’t get nervous.”
he stepped closer. close enough now that there was barely space between you. “yeah?” he asked quietly. “i don’t believe that.”
you exhaled softly, arms folding loosely—not defensive, just grounding. “i’m thinking,” you repeated.
“about leaving?” his voice dropped slightly on that. something underneath it that you took note of immediately.
you looked at him, holding his extreme gaze. “…no."
that was new. and you both felt it. he stepped closer. close enough now that you could feel the warmth of him without touching.
“you sure?” he asked quietly.
you nodded once. “i didn’t come here to leave.”
that changed everything. in the air around you and in the way namjoon looked at you in that moment. his jaw tightened slightly, like he was holding something back.
then his hand moved, finding your arm, sliding slowly upward, deliberate, familiar now—but this time there was no hesitation in it.
this time, he wasn't testing. his thumb brushed lightly along your skin, and your breath immediately shifted.
namjoon noticed. he always did.
“you feel that?” he murmured.
you swallowed, but didn’t step back. “…yeah.”
“good.”
his hand didn’t stop this time. moved from your arm to your waist—firmer now. it wasn't rough, but it was enough to ground you into his floors, holding you there like you belonged in that space.
with him.
you let out a quiet breath, your fingers instinctively catching at the front of his shirt again. you weren't pushing. you were pulling him. absentmindedly closer.
“you don’t act like this anywhere else, huh?” he said, voice low, close to your ear now, his breath lightly hitting the back of your neck.
your eyes lifted to his as you tried to ignore the chills he sent down your spine. “like what?”
“like you're not gonna walk away.”
that hit you, reaching into the back of your mind and making your head feel like it was mush. because it was true. and you couldn’t deny it anymore.
“…maybe i don’t want to,” you said softly.
there it was. your sentence was clear; no deflection this time. something in namjoon shifted. his body language and his gaze.
his hand at your waist tightened just slightly, pulling you that inch left closer until there wasn’t any space left to question.
“you keep saying things like that,” he murmured.
your breath hitched—barely. “…and?”
“and you don’t realize what it does.”
you looked at him, steady. “then tell me.”
his hand slid from your waist, up along your side, slower now—controlled, deliberate— like he had to memorize every curve of your figure until it rested just beneath your jaw. it took everything in you to not shiver under his touch.
he tilted your face slightly up, toward his. not forcing. just guiding. so he could see every inch of your beauty, every centimeter of your expression so he could read it clearly.
“you not going nowhere,” he said quietly.
not a question. not even a warning. just… truth, the way he saw it. the way he needed it.
your pulse quickened—but you didn’t pull away. didn't break the heightened eye contact. “…you sound real sure,” you murmured.
“i am.”
before you knew it, the space between you disappeared again.
except this time—there was nothing holding it back. the hesitation in both of you crumbled completely the moment the space closed.
he kissed you—slower than before, but deeper, like he wasn’t figuring it out anymore, just taking it in. like everything he had been holding back finally snapped all at once.
and you met him there. fully.
your hands moved without thinking—sliding up, holding onto him, pulling him closer like you didn’t want the distance to come back, lips dragging across his with desire.
he responded immediately, one hand firm at your waist, the other still at your jaw, keeping him right where he wanted you.
with him.
the kiss didn't break the tension. it only built it. every second you stayed close, lips together, every breath shared, every small movement that didn’t pull away—it just got heavier. it warmed the air around you, making it entirely unavoidable.
when you both finally paused—it wasn’t to separate. just enough to breathe, foreheads touching once more. his hand still resting against you like he wasn’t letting go yet.
“…you feel that?” he asked again, quieter now.
you nodded slightly. “…yeah.” this time, you didn’t hide it. didn’t pretend. “i do.”
the words barely left your lips before something in him snapped into place. not control—something deeper than that. certainty. like he’d been waiting for you to say it.
his hand tightened at your waist, pulling you in fully this time—no space left between you, boobs pressed against his clothed abs with no room for second guessing.
“there you go…” he murmured, voice low, almost like praise.
your breath caught, red warmth spreading across your face—
and then he kissed you again.
this time it was certain—like he knew for sure now that you weren't going anywhere, like he didn’t have to hold back anymore at all.
his hand stayed firm at your waist, anchoring you to him, while the other slid up along your jaw again, tilting your face just enough to deepen it.
you responded instantly. your hands moved up, pulling him closer like you needed more of him, like the space that used to exist between you didn’t belong there anymore. he practically sighed into the kiss—or was it a growl—as your lips moved synchronously, rougher this time.
“yeah…” he breathed against your lips, barely pulling back. “thought so.”
the way he said it, like he’d already claimed the moment, like he’d already known—sent something sharp through your chest.
your fingers tightened slightly, nails lightly grazing into the skin on his incredibly broad shoulders. “…you talk too much,” you whispered, breath uneven.
he smirked—just slightly—then kissed you again, slower this time, but deeper, like he was proving something. he captured your lips between his like they had no other place to be.
“to you?” he murmured between it, voice rougher and lower now. “yeah… i do.”
his hand shifted—sliding just slightly along your side, pulling you closer again, like he couldn’t quite get you close enough. he tugged your bottom lip with his teeth, biting down on it gently. you gasped against him before he licked his lip swiftly across the area, like he was saying sorry. but by the way he smirked at your reaction, you both knew he wasn't.
“you don’t even realize,” he said softly against your lips, “how you look at me.”
your breath hitched again. “like what?” you whispered.
he leaned in, brushing his lips just barely against yours again before answering—“like you're already mine.”
and that—god, that did something to you. and this time, you didn’t fight it or pull away.
if anything, you leaned into him more. you felt heat pooling between your legs from his words as your knees practically buckled under his touch. no one had ever been able to make you feel this way.
“maybe i am,” you said quietly.
and that was it. that was all it took.
his reaction was immediate—his grip tightening just slightly, pulling you fully against him again as he kissed you harder this time, not rushed, but deeper, more intense, like he felt that just as much as you did. and now, he definitely growled against you, like those words triggered his deepest desire. you were now against the wall, entirely closed off by him and nothing but him.
“don’t play with me like that,” he grunted, voice low, almost warning—but not pulling away.
your hands slid up further, brushing along his neck, holding him there. “i’m not,” you said. and you weren't.
and for a second—he didn’t move. not immediately. like it hit him slower than everything else had.
his eyes stayed on yours, searching—like he was making sure you meant it, like he didn’t trust something this real to come easy.
“…say that again,” he murmured, voice rougher now. he wasn’t teasing or playing. something heavier.
you didn’t hesitate this time. “i’m not,” you repeated, softer—but just as certain.
that did it. someething in his expression shifted—completely. not just confidence anymore. not just control.
it was deeper than that. like something in him gave in to it.
his hand tightened at your waist—not rough, but firm enough to keep you exactly where you were.
“yeah?” he exhaled, almost under his breath, like he’d been holding that in. “don’t say things like that if you don’t mean ‘em.”
his voice wasn’t playful anymore. it carried weight. it carried possession—but earned.
“i do mean it,” you said. you didn’t look away, holding his burning gaze.
his jaw tightened slightly, eyes dropping to your lips for just a second before coming back up.
“you got no idea what that does to me,” he admitted quietly. then, lower—his breath hot against your ear, “…you don’t get to take that back.”
your breath caught. but you didn’t pull away. “…i’m not trying to."
you swear you heard him suck in a sharp breath as his hand slid from your waist up along your side, pulling you in closer—closer than before, like he needed to feel that you were actually there.
“yeah,” he murmured, almost to himself. “‘cause if you are…” he shook his head slightly, eyes locked on yours. “i’m not letting you go.”
the way he said it— it wasn’t just another line. wasn’t charm. it was purely the truth.
and you felt it. all of it. instead of pulling back like you normally would—you stepped into him. choosing it. “…then don’t."
if there even was any, that broke whatever restraint he had left. his hand came up to your jaw again—firmer this time, tilting your face toward his before his lips grazed lightly against yours, hot breath spilling all over you.
"you don’t get it,” he murmured against your lips." “you walking in here, looking at me like that, sayin’ all this—” his thumb brushed along your cheek, slower now. “—that’s mine.”
your breath hitched. "then keep it."
then, your lips crashed against each others', his lips moving against yours like he owned you. one hand explored your body lazily, caressing your sides, until he reached the lowest part of your hip, long fingers carefully tracing the top of your ass while the other found the back of your head, as if he needed you impossibly closer than you already were.
soon enough, he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it before sucking it into his own mouth like he owned it. you gasped to which he immediately responded to, smirking as he shoved his tongue eagerly in between your lips and into your mouth.
you tried to fight back with your own, but failed miserably as he swiftly swirled his tongue around yours, putting it back in his place as he greedily explored your mouth.
at this point, you were whimpering under his every move, your small sounds immediately sending him into pure bliss as he devoured you with his lips. his big, slender hands moved further down your hips, feeling up and down your ass unashamedly like he had done it a million times before.
suddenly his palms slid to the bottom your ass, hoisting you up to straddle him. you responded quickly, not even breaking the kiss as your thighs wrapped around his waist. he began to walk towards what you assumed was his bedroom, holding you up with one husky arm as the other deliberately traveled up and down your thigh.
you all but moaned into his mouth, kissing him with unbelievable desire now, aching heat expanding through your body. that clearly did something to him as he failed to open his door in time, accidentally nudging you both into the door.
it broke the kiss and for the first time, namjoon's face was etched with nothing but worry. his grip softened on you as he began to apologize but you immediately broke out in a laugh—a real, genuine one.
he didn't break eye contact with you, despite his embarrassment. he took in your unguarded, effortlessly beautiful laugh. he let out a huff of air, a big smile growing and pulling at his deep dimples due to your reaction. and was that blush on his cheeks?
you stopped laughing when he leaned his face closer to yours, gripping you tighter— the small distance almost making you forget about what just happened.
"clumsy much?" you teased in a whisper, eyes peering up at him.
"too pretty for me to be actin' smooth here," he answered.
you fought back another smile but he soon captured you into another kiss, opening the door correctly this time. he placed you down on his bed breaking the kiss—a string of saliva quickly disappearing as he placed sloppy kisses along your jaw.
you tilted your head back, letting out a gasp. he was working his way by your ear, biting the lobe briefly before attacking your neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks of red that would soon turn purple, like it was his first meal of the day. like it was his most favorite one.
"you like that, don't you," he murmured against you, his lips now finding your collarbone. "like me marking you up, hm?"
you were absolutely dissolving under his touch. everything about him had you completely dizzy, making you unable to respond coherently.
"use your words baby," he said.
"yes—" you gasped. "fuck—mark me up, joon."
he smirked in satisfaction as he licked over the top of your cleavage, taking in the skin between his teeth, pulling it in between his lips. he was fully leaning over you at this point, hard cock shoved against your clothed core.
you tugged at his shirt eagerly, fingers pulling the hemline up in which quickly revealed his strong, sturdy abs. after seeing your reaction, he didn't waste a second, practically ripping his shirt off and tossing it somewhere to be forgotten.
and god, he was so fucking built. his muscles practically gleamed in the glow of the night, chest swell against his broad shoulders. thick lines of ink trailed all over his figure. before you could even think, you reached out, dragging a finger down his chest.
he captured your lips into a hungry kiss, grunting into your mouth as he now rutted his hard, clothed cock against you. "don’t even realize how you got me right now," he growled lowly in your ear.
his fingers traced the hem of your top, pulling back to look at you for permission. you nodded your head and that was all he needed before he gently glided your top off before roaming his hands around your figure. "so perfect baby."
you practically keened at the nickname you would cringe at if it was coming from any other guy. you felt like you were turning into mush. "joon...."
"hm?" he asked. "you want this baby?"
"yes," you answered breathlessly, fingers absentmindedly finding their way over his bulging member and to his belt. "want you, joon"
"fuck," he groaned. the nickname filled his body with ache. "say it again." his long fingers quickly found yours, assisting you in taking off his belt.
"want you," you repeated, now tugging at the hemline of his jeans.
"yeah?" he asked. "been wanting you since i first saw you, baby" he unbuttoned his pants and they quickly fell to the floor, revealing the abnormally large outline of his cock. "been fucking dreaming 'bout you."
your vision almost became blurry as you tried to take in the mere sight of huge bulge. you reached out for it, your hands that now seemed incredibly small palming his hardness.
he groaned before pushing you back into his bed, your head softly coming into contact with pillows as he crawled on top of you, gaze pouring with deep desire. he didn't hesitate to pull at your pants, taking them down with one hand.
his eyes raked over your naked figure slowly, like he was etching every centimeter of it into his mind. you suddenly felt shy under his gaze, hands moving instinctively to almost shield yourself.
but his strong arms quickly stopped you, intertwining his fingers between yours. "don't hide from me now," his voice was low, pressing a kiss on your hand. "too perfect for that."
his hands trailed down your sides, finding their way in between your thighs. his fingers looped around your panties while the other hand slowly rubbed against your clothed clit.
you whined out desperately and he took it as a sign to move further, hooking your wet panties to the side and swiping one finger across the wetness of your slick, teasing your entrance. you nearly shook underneath him as he inserted a finger, the loud gush of your arousal along with moans filling the room. "such a pretty pussy," he grunted.
he began to rub his thumb against your clit in a circular motion before adding another finger, working its way inside of you, stretching you out. "so good for me baby."
he began to narrow his face in front of your pussy, his warm breath hitting your core, sending chills through your body. you twitched under him as he got lower, his nose hitting your clit.
he began to lick your pussy gently, in slow draws, like he was savoring every last drop of your slick. "taste so fuckin' good," he murmured against you. your hands immediately found him, gripping onto his hair and pulling him closer.
he all but smirked against you before fully going in, attaching his lips fully around your folds, sucking them in and pushing his tongue through your entrance all the while his two fingers remained pushing in and out of you.
you were completely falling apart under him, moaning his name while your nails dug into his free arm that was gripping firmly at your thighs, his fingers turning white at the fingertips like he never wanted to let go.
it wasn't long before you felt heat coil in your stomach, back arching off the mattress. namjoon felt it, he felt the way your pussy tightened around his fingers, the way you melting away under him. "cum for me baby," he growled against your folds, sucking vigorously at your nub.
you could barely process it before you felt your legs shaking violently as namjoon continued to lap at you with his fat tongue, dragging it up and down your folds as his fingers continued to thrust into you.
once your released pooled around him, he pulled back, licking your juices off his fingers without hesitation. "such a good girl for me, hm? nobody getting this but me."
you moaned in response, overwhelmed by the blissful high he took you to. he pulled you into another swift kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as your hands trailed over his large bulging cock that was trapped beneath his boxers again. your nails hooked around the hem, pulling them down almost greedily.
his cock sprung out in front of you immediately; overly generous inches and width curving up slightly hitting his stomach, pre-cum glistening at his angry tip. you didn't even realize you were staring until namjoon smirked, his large hand finding around his equally huge cock to stroke himself, while his gaze never left you.
you reached out, your small hand wrapping around the base of his dick. he let go, grunting loudly as he let you fully take control. you began to stroke him, watching him tilt his head back in pleasure.
it wasn't long before you began to lap at the sides of his cock, swirling your tongue around its base and the tip. his big palm immediately caressed the back of your head like he needed you for stability. "fuck baby," he hissed.
you took his huge length inside your mouth, wrapping your lips around the base and sucking him in. he moaned loudly, his fingers tangling in your hair as he bobbed you back and forth along his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat. "fuck—so fucking good for me."
at this point, you were seeing stars, tears blurring your vision as you almost struggled to take him all in. his moans got louder but he soon pulled your head back, hissing in pleasure. "gonna fill you up, baby," he grumbled as he got back on top of you.
you practically shivered at his words before he captured you between his lips, but it was softer this time—almost hesitant. "i meant what i said..." he started. "i'm not letting you go."
your gaze poured into each others, heart practically stopping at his words. "then don't." it came out barely a whisper.
he kissed your lips, trailing down your jaw and neck before he dragged his tip along your entrance, slowly pushing in inside of you. you moaned loudly as he thrusted deeper inside of you with his hands gripping your thighs, widely stretching your walls out to fit all of him.
once you painfully adjusted to him, arousal gushing around his cock, he began to pick up his pace, memorizing every time you squeezed around him.
"feel so fuckin' good baby," he breathed down your neck. “gonna fucking fill you up with my cum.”
your pussy clenched around him helplessly, absolutely losing your fucked-out mind at the thought of him filling you up. “fill me up joon,” you whined. “please-!”
“yeah, baby?” he murmured. “gonna take every last drop ‘cause you’re mine now.”
he pulled your legs up, resting them on top of his shoulders as he pounded into you relentlessly; thick cock exploring your velvety walls brutally as he closed all the space between you, one hand steady by your head while the other focused on your clit.
filthy wet noises filled the room as your eyes rolled to the back of your head in absolute pleasure, his fat tip greedily kissing the deepest part of your walls. heat built up in your stomach as you kissed each other with hunger, his cock dragging through every inch your insides.
"fuck," he grunted as he rutted into you. "you mine, you know that right?"
"yes—!" you gasped, "fuck—yes, i'm yours, joon!"
he growled against your ear, his pace quickening at an impossible speed. "say it again, baby. say my name."
"joon—!" you moaned. "i'm yours."
soon enough, your legs were shaking around namjoon's shoulders before he quickly came too, his hot seed spilling into your walls as you clenched tightly around him. you both moaned out, collectively coming down from your highs—his cock still buried deeply inside of you as his cum leaked out of you.
he pulled out before he could collapse on you, laying down beside you breathlessly. "you okay, baby?" he asked, his eyes already meeting yours when you turned your head.
his arm was already around you. it wasn't loose, it was firm. like he wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon.
you nodded as he placed his palm on the back of your head, bringing your forehead to his lips. a smile you couldn't fight tugged at your lips.
his lips moved down your face, to your cheeks before engulfing you into a deep kiss. "you not leaving tonight," he murmured against your lips, his hand moving slowly along your arm.
you didn't hesitate like you usually would. didn't overthink it or pull back into yourself. instead, your fingers curled against him, holding onto him just a little tighter. "...i know." you said.
and that was the moment. you meant it. and not just for the night, but for him. he smiled widely, pecking your lips before pulling you in closer to him, holding you there like it was his life's purpose until the morning.
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a few months later, the city still moves the same—but they don't. not exactly.
somewhere between late nights and quiet mornings, between crowded venues and empty streets, you two found a rhythm that belongs to the both of you. you aren't guarded the way you used to be—not with him. you laugh easier now, softer at first, then freely, like you forgot you ever had to hold it back. and he notices every time, pulling at his heart like it’s still new.
namjoon keeps showing up the same way he did in the beginning—but even more now. flowers at your door like it’s routine now, little things he knows you like, the kind of attention that never leaves your side. not because he has to—because he wants to.
and you're there too. front row at his sets, or somewhere in the crowd where he can still find you. he always does. no matter how big the venue gets, no matter how many people are screaming his name—his eyes land on you like they always have.
and every time they do, it still feels like that first night.
he’s louder now, bigger stages, bigger crowds, his name traveling further than those small, dim-lit rooms they started in. but somehow, with you, he’s quieter. realer. the version of himself no one else gets.
and you stay. not because you're unsure or waiting for it to end. but because you know now—you don't have to run from something because it finally feels right.
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hope you guys love this as much as i do! came up w it because im missing my hometown BADDD and namjoon is just so incredibly sexy ugh universe pls help me!! literally started this on spring break visiting my family back home. thought too long ab joon in nyc. way longer than i expected SORRYYY, but the tension is tewww good. love u xx
hii lovelies!! been making some decent (and horny) progress on street thing part 2 <3 it is only going to be around aprox 5-6k words because i have decided to turn it into a small series 🥹
currently knee deep in the filthy smut so hopefully will have it out within the next week or sooo mwuaahh xx
you’re so sweet :( good luck with your homework &&& i hope you can rest tonight <3 MWAH my run this morning went great, hopefully the entire day is like this 🥹
that’s okay take your time there’s absolutely no rushhhh
and wouldn’t it be iconic if we both got back into dancing because of your fanfic ..... teehee
-chim
thank you so much bb, you're so sweet! 🥹 genuinely these last two weeks are going by the slowest and it's killing me and i'm running out of motivation!!😭
i'm so glad your morning run went well and hope you had a good day tooo!!! <3
PLEASE that would be too iconic 😛 i think i definitely want to invest some time into learning dances over the summer because i think it would be sm fun 🥹!!
