Summary: A short drabble with you taking care of jungkook during one of the many nights during touring season.
A/N: first jungkook story! let me know your thoughts (:
The screams from the audience never ceases to amaze you. As you stand backstage with water in hand, you watch your boyfriend of five years wave to the crowd with utter happiness and admiration. His smile can be seen so easily as he tries to look at every fan possible.
You were proud of him, of his accomplishments. He got to achieve his dreams and you were right there beside him.
As the boys begin to run backstage after completing another concert, you catch Jungkook already trying to find you in the crowd of staff that applaud both him and the boys for another successful night.
All the boys smile and thank everyone for their hard work. Jungkook, not so subtly, tries to look around and once he spots you lingering in the corner of the room, he walks past everyone and comes up to lift you in his arms, giving you the hug of a lifetime.
You laugh holding onto him tightly as this is what he always does after a concert. He gives you the biggest hug followed by a sweet kiss to the lips. From a distance, you can hear Jimin making fake gagging noises at the sight, only for Jungkook to flick a middle finger his way while still carrying you with one arm.
He places you back down gently and pulls away from the kiss. He looks down at you, his smile growing softer and more appreciative than ever. You hand him water, and he takes it gratefully. In one big sip, he downs half the bottle.
āYou were amazing as always,ā you smile.
As Jungkook continues to sip his water, he pulls out the necklace you gifted him, during your third year anniversary, from his shirt and says, āGotta keep my good luck charm on me at all times.ā He winked at you, earning a loud laugh and a slight shove on the shoulder. āYouāre such a dork.ā
āYes, but Iām your dork.ā
You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless at his corny behavior. Meanwhile, everyone else starts packing up and heading out to the vehicles parked nearby. Jungkook throws the now empty water bottle in the trash while he uses his other hand to take your hand in his as he leads you to one of the many vans inside the underground garage.
Once seated, along with Taehyung and Jin, Jungkook sighs heavily and leans his head on your shoulder while you look out the car window. Your hands are still intertwined as he rubs his thumb over your hand, in comfort, as he slowly starts to fall asleep on you.
Taehyung watches from behind while Jin also takes a nap beside him. Taehyung smiles at the sight of you two cuddled up, hoping that one day he would be able to find a love like both of yours.
By the time the van parks inside the garage of the hotel, you wake Jungkook up from his short nap, telling him he could sleep the minute he takes a shower.
He yawns, running his fingers through his hair as he looks at you sleepily. āYeah, Iām too tired to eat.ā He steps out of the van, holding out his hand towards you to hold. You thank him and not a second later, Taehyung jokingly takes jungkookās helping hand and helps him get out of the van as well.
āOh kookie! Youāre so sweet,ā Taehyung tries to imitate your voice by sounding a bit pitched. You laugh as Jungkook pulls his hand away dramatically and laughs.
All of you head towards your rooms, of course you and Jungkook share one while the other two head towards their own private rooms. You unlock the door, walking in beside Jungkook who continuously yawns as he shucks his shoes to the side while heading straight towards the bathroom to start his shower.
āIām going to get room service. Did you want anything?ā You call out to Jungkook as you head over to the phone with the hotel menu right beside it.
āNo, Iām good baby. Iām exhausted,ā Jungkook answers.
You contemplate for a short minute before deciding to get a steak with some pasta, big enough for the both of you to share, just in case. While you order, you hear Jungkook already turning on the water for the shower.
After ending the call and getting notified that it would take twenty minutes for it to arrive, you head on over to the bathroom, opening the door and seeing Jungkook already half naked.
He turns to you and smiles. You smile back and turn to close the door behind you. Without a second thought, you strip as well, leaving yourself naked in front of the man you love. He follows suit and offers his hand for you to take as you both head in to shower at the same time.
Although some people might find this irresistible to ignore, you and Jungkook know when it is the right time to initiate sex. Sometimes there will be days where you two canāt get enough of each other and will show clear signs of pure need. But other times, you will see soft love bloom in front of each other. Just like tonight.
Jungkook pulls you in close, kissing you softly as water cascades down both of your bodies. His hands remain on your waist while yours wrap around his neck, feeling the back of his hair.
You end up pulling away, staring up into his brown eyes as he stares right into yours. There were no words exchanged. It wasnāt needed. You and Jungkook understood each other without needing to say anything, and you were grateful for that.
Jungkook turned your body around and squirted shampoo on his hands before running his fingers through your hair, scrubbing off the day.
You closed your eyes and hummed a soft song of his. Still with You. Your favorite song of his. Jungkook loves it when you sing. He tried to encourage you to audition back when you guys first started dating but you felt too shy to go through with it. And thatās okay. Jungkook considers it his little secret. A treasure he thinks only he should really admire for himself.
By the time you both finish showering, you hear a knock at the door. In your robe, you walk over and see that room service finally arrives. You take the cart, thanking the worker, and wheel it into where Jungkook sat at the front of the bed. He was picking a movie on the television while you uncovered the food, displaying it like a grand feast.
Jungkook looks over, his eyes and mouth salivating at the sight. You laugh quietly, knowing all too well that ordering twice the amount of food was the right move once Jungkook saw it in front of him.
āWould you like some?ā You raise an eyebrow.
Jungkook sheepishly smiles. āYou know me so well.ā
The both of you decide to share the steak and pasta as expected. A movie plays in the background, long forgotten as you and Jungkook talk casually amongst each other. Majority of the time, Jungkook would bring up things that happened on stage and mistakes you wouldnāt normally catch unless you were right there to see it.
āThere was a sign a fan made that asked if you were single. And there was a picture of my face as a meme right next to it!ā Jungkook exasperates. You laugh, clutching your stomach at the story.
Their fans knew of you and Jungkook for years now. At first, it was hard. The hate comments easily came up the minute it was announced. It was hard to deal with but you and Jungkook made it through. Slowly but surely, everyone started to accept it and even cheer for it. Some fans would often make jokes with Jungkook, saying they prefer you over him and it would make him happy to see that his fans started accepting his relationship instead of bullying it out of existence.
So as time moves on, fans would make big gestures to Jungkook about you. Whether itās to date you or simply say āyouāre hotā, Jungkook wouldnāt mind. He laughs it off, smiles in the moment, and tells you about it like it was one of the best moments of the night.
When the both of you finished eating, you cleaned up and started to settle into bed with jungkookās arms wrapped around you. He yawns once again, the exhaustion settling deep into his bones. The movie that was once just beginning has now ended and starts playing another.
You lay your head on his chest, listening to the soft pounding of his heart as it slowly descends into a slow beat, signifying his sleep state.
With a kiss to his cheek and a flicker of light still shown from the tv, you drift off, joining your boyfriend for another relaxing night together.
"Since I've been here, I've learned many wonderful things. Most importantly, I've learned about friendship and loyalty and trust. And that those are not things that are just given, but things we must earn. So I want to thank Carter Mason for teaching me these things. And for being my friend." āPRINCESS PROTECTION PROGRAM (2009)
Paring źØļøāā¹ bangchan x f reader (established relationship)
Summary źØļøāā¹ you never last long while riding Chris, so he makes you ride him until you cum
Warnings źØļøāā¹ SMUT, F/M, p in v, overwhelming for reader, praise, breeding, unprotected sex, fingering, being fucked up into
Authors note źØļøāā¹ Iāve been on a roll omg Iām writing these and posting them as I go so again they are really short
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You whine and embarrassed down at him. His hands are on your thighs helping you ride up and down on his cock. Almost as a joke you told him you wanted to see how long you could ride him for. In the past it was never long before he was turning you around and fucking you out of your own impatience.
āThatās it baby, you got it.ā
Your thighs burn from working them for the past 30 minutes. That was already longer than you ever have gone before. You wanted him to fuck you. You were over this.
āChris-ā
āKeep going. Iām not letting you stop till you cum.ā
You lean your head on his shoulder whining at his command. He couldnāt be serious. You really donāt think you can keep up for any longer. The burning was insatiable, getting physically hard to move up and down.
Even then he was doing most of the work for you, using your thighs to lift you then slowly bring you back down.
āI wanna see your pretty face.ā
You look up at him, with soft fucked out eyes. He smiles while groaning as you come back down on him. He leans down bringing one hand to your face to make you meet his lips. He kissed you like he was starving, sucking on your tongue, biting your lip.
You whine in response, breath heavy from all this working. Why was he making you work for it? You were getting impatient, your pussy soaking his cock and practically begging to be fucked.
You both pull away from the kiss to breathe. You try focusing on using him for your own orgasm like told you to do, but get distracted when you feel his mouth on one of your nipples and his hand going to your other. Your hips jerk from the sudden sensation and you bring your arms around his shoulders.
He licked one long strip before closing his mouth around it. The warmth from his mouth and the feel of his wet tongue working on the sensitive skin.
āFuck, Chris please-ā
āCome on, youāre so close. I can feel you pulsing around me. after you cum Iāll fuck you how ever you want me to, yeah? be a good girl for me and cum like this just this once?ā
You mentally groan at him not giving in this time, but your body clenches around him at his words. His lips attach back to your chest leaving kisses up your body till he reaches your neck.
Your whines and whimpers as you slowly go up and down on him make him smile against your neck before sucking. You might not be able to mark him up, but he will mark the hell out of you.
The feeling of his teeth and tongue on your neck makes you grind your hips, desperately trying to reach your high. You were so close, it was just hard without much of his help.
āMhm, there you go.ā
You moan getting encouragement from him, you wanted this over with. You grind faster, feeling it build up in your core. Your legs are giving out and you whine in frustration, your voice weak as you speak.
āChris, please.ā
He listens and grabs your hips helping you grind on his cock.
āDonāt worry baby, Iāll fuck you so good after this I promise. Is that what you want?ā You nod quickly, hiding your face in his neck and shoulder.
āPrincess, let me hear you.ā
Your body twitches from the sudden warmth running down your body to where you and him connect. āY-yes. Please.ā
He leans back, spreading your legs apart, making you lay against his chest. His hips start moving to meet your movements, fucking up into you, making everything feel so much better. Your back arches, and your stomach tenses up before relaxing just to tense up again.
āChris- Iām-ā
āYea, I can feel you. Cum for me, baby?ā
You whine, feeling the pleasure built up in your core spreading throughout your body. Your legs shaking, your head feeling fuzzy, your body jerking as you pulse around him. He holds your small frame, still moving you up and down on his cock to ride it out.
It's not long before you feel him pumping his load into you, making sure itās deep inside.
You both hold onto each other coming down from your high, breathing heavy and bodies tired. He comes to his senses before you and looks over to see you still needing time. He smiles seeing your cute frame and leans in to kiss over the mark he left on your neck.
āYou did so good, Iām so proud of you.ā
You whine in response, holding onto him tighter. You still felt empty, unsatisfied. But you both wait, still coming down from your high.
When you feel your stomach warming with heat again, You whine, grinding lightly on his cock that was still inside you.
He just smiles looking down at you grinding āSo fucking impatient.ā
He pulls you off of him, letting his cum slide down, and lays you down on the bed. His release was slowly leaking down onto your thigh. He spreads your legs open getting in between them and leans down to kiss you as his fingers tease at your wet entrance.
Your arms go around his shoulders pulling him closer, wanting to feel his warm body pressed up against yours.
As he leans into your touch, he slides two of his fingers in your pussy, using his thumb to tease your clit.
āYouāre so beautiful.ā
You look up at him, staring down at you leaning in for more kisses. Your brain was still catching up and processing everything. It didnāt matter what you guys were doing, he always made sure you felt loved.
You bring your hands to his face kissing him deeper. Pulling him to melt onto the bed with you. One arm on the side of your head to hold himself up over you, other hand still working between your legs.
āWhat do you want, baby?ā
You could feel his hard coal on one of your thighs. You didnāt want to be kinky right now. You just wanted him.
āMake love to me.ā
He smiles leaning down kissing your neck and jaw, bringing the hand that was touching you, up to your face and holding your head to kiss you deeper. You feel his lips go into a smile against yours
āI can do that.ā
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Genre: exes!au, forced proximity (because what am i without my fav trope), lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers (kind of), slow burn, angst, second-chance romance, heaps of miscommunication.
Summary: A booking mix-up forces you to share a secluded hanok with Namjoon, the ex you still resent, and who resents you just as much. What begins as an unwanted holiday becomes the closure neither of you knew you needed, and perhaps the start of something worth trying again.
Warnings: language, mentions of suicide and cheating (kind of).
Word count: 9.8k
a/n: this has been sitting in my fanfic folder for almost one year now. and finally decided to publish it because i saw pics of joonie in brussels and well.. i just had to. also, as this is a one-shot, there will not be a second chapter š¤
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The hanok in Andong was supposed to be empty.
That was the whole point of booking it months in advance for seven days. All you wanted was just seven days of no work calls, no calendar notifications of when your next meeting would be, and no one asking you to explain something about work in a 30-minute meeting that could have been a short email. You needed this time alone to yourself. Just you, a stack of unread books that has been sitting around in your to-be-read list, and a wooden veranda that overlooked a persimmon tree.
You did not expect your ex boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, to be standing in the backyard of the hanok when you arrived with a duffel bag slung over your shoulder. And Namjoon was staring at the same booking confirmation on his phone that you had opened on yours.Ā
Neither of you said anything for a good one minute.
āItās you again,ā Namjoon said.Ā
And you just nodded at him because what the heck were you supposed to say to an ex you hated with your guts?
Thankfully the host came out just in time, wiping her hands on her apron, and she was very cheerful. Only because she had no idea what she just did. What booking you and Namjoon in her two-bedroom hanok at the same time would do to the peaceful area of Andong.Ā
"Oh good, you're both here! I ran this as a two-bedroom stay during the off season, but I forgot to change the description in that new website! If you expected to have the whole hanok to yourself, I am so sorry! I swear it was the new website and it's a new update! And I didn't think two separate bookings would land the same week. Lucky you, though, the whole place is yours," the middle aged host said. She was still very cheerful even though she acknowledged she made a mistake.Ā
Lucky would be the very last word you would describe this situation, you almost laughed at the host.Ā
Namjoon just stayed calm. You figured it was the media training of being in BTS for years that he managed to stay so calm. He is the leader of the biggest boyband in the world, he probably has faced more awkward situations than this.Ā
But you knew deep down how Namjoon felt. The two of you despised each other and you really didnāt want to go deep in history to explain to the host in front of you why this was a bad idea.
"I can find somewhere else," Namjoon finally said. Gosh, it has been so long since youāve heard his voice. Years ago you would have been so wet down there just by listening to him talk, but now, you were trying so hard not to vomit.Ā
"Everything's booked out for the festival," the host replied, "you'll be fine, you'll be fine. The rooms have their own doors and modern bathrooms, you will only have to share the kitchen."
āAre you sure the whole area is booked? I just donāt want this young lady to feel awkward having to share this space with a male stranger,ā Namjoon said to the host.
āYes. I run most of the other places too, and they are all booked. Letās ask the young lady then, would you be okay spending the next seven days sharing a kitchen with this man? He looks nice to me and looks familiar too!ā the host said, smiling at you.
āAs long as there is a key to lock my bedroom at night, I donāt really care,ā you said, shrugging at the host. But when you turned to look at Namjoon, you showed him a gesture that expressed how you wanted him, the richest and most connected person out of you both, to find another place.Ā
Namjoon understood your gesture. How could he have not? You were his first love, someone whom he had a very, very hard and long time forgetting. But he didnāt care about what you were asking him to do, he booked this place because of how serene and peaceful its location is. Plus, the hanok was featured in an Architectural Digest, it has a beautiful architecture hence why the place is usually booked out. Even as Namjoon of BTS, he couldnāt book it up until now. So no, he wasnāt just about to throw it all out for his ex-girlfriend.Ā Ā
āWell there you go! The key and lock work just fine and I do have CCTV outside of the bedroom, so you will be safe and sound! And there are security guards guarding this neighbourhood 24/7. If you just shout, theyāll come right for you! But I doubt youāll need them, since this good looking young man doesnāt seem to be the type to hurt others!ā the host said, smiling at Namjoon and you.
You couldnāt help the mocking laugh that came out of your mouth. This lady didnāt know how the good looking young man in front of her has put you in so much misery.Ā
āWell then that settles it. How long will you be staying here?ā Namjoon said to you. It was the first time he was addressing you, the elephant in his room.
āI booked for seven days,ā you replied. You didnāt bother asking him the same question, because you heard the lady say something about having to share the same kitchen for the next seven days.
You assumed there was one thing Namjoon still excelled at: hearing only the parts of a story that suited him.
It reminded you of the final month before your breakup, when he accused you of being too close to a co-worker. What he never understood was that your co-worker had come out to you and was going through a very difficult time. It was not your secret to share especially when your friend had specifically asked you not to tell anyone. Being gay in Korea was not easy, and your friend trusted you with something deeply personal that you were not about to share with any soul.
Back then, you tried to explain. You asked Namjoon to listen to your side of the story, you asked him to trust you, but he did not want to hear or trust you, he never did.
Itās really true that men never change.
āSeven days it is,ā Namjoon nodded.
āEnjoy your stay,ā the host said, waving at the two of you as she left the hanok.
The hanok has two bedrooms which are separated by a wall so thin you could hear Namjoon breathing on the other side of it.
You forgot how every hanok has this really thin wall so every king and queen whose bedrooms were separate could still talk to each other. You used to think it was romantic, but now, having Namjoon at the other side of the wall just feels more like punishment.
You dropped your bag on the floor of the room because you didnāt even have the energy to unpack. You sat at the edge of the mattress and you could hear Namjoon doing the exact same thing. You could hear the thud of his duffel bag and the creaking of the bed as he sat down.Ā
You have to spend the next seven days with your ex-boyfriend. It would be fine if it was any of your other ex-boyfriend. But not this one, not Namjoon.Ā
Itās just seven days, what could go wrong really? You can survive seven days of anything.Ā
Youāve survived worse, you technically have survived him and that counts for something.Ā
You never planned this trip around meeting him. You didnāt choose Andong to torture yourself. You chose it because you saw this hanok featured in a magazine, and your coworker mentioned about her trip here once and how peaceful and lovely her trip had been. So you listened to the reviews you have seen online and from your own friend. You didnāt think in a million years that the dates you picked were the exact same one Namjoon had chosen for his own separate getaway.Ā
You expected some quiet.Ā
And you did not, under any circumstance, expect Namjoon.Ā
And yet here he was, on the other side of a wall thin enough you could hear each and every movement he makes. It was as if the universe had a sense of humor you will never once find funny.
You thought about calling the host back out, asking if there was truly nothing else like a motel, a shared room for backpackers, or even a bench in some park that is safe at night. But the host already left to wherever she had to go, and it was nearly dark, and some stubborn, tired part of you decided you would rather sit in silence next to a man who used to love you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.Ā
Well, that was before he eventually found your presence hard to be around.
Thankfully, you woke up first before him and could occupy the front yard before he could. And Namjoon, to his credit, understood that you being there meant he would be spending most of his time sitting in the backyard. So neither of you saw much of each other.
And when you did happen to see each other. It was during dinner, and even then, you barely really spoke to each other.Ā
One of the complimentary amenities they give when you stay in the hanok is free dinner because no restaurant around here is open at night. The staff or host, you couldnāt tell since you were too busy resting and reading on a picnic mat in the front yard, left a pot of corn soup, bread, and different types of sides. They also left a note that said: āhelp yourselves, we will pick up the food in 30 minutes so please eat before then and do not eat in the bedroom for cleanliness.āĀ
You found Namjoon already in the kitchen with his sleeves pushed up, ladling soup into his bowl.
"Leave some for me," you said.
Namjoon didn't look up as he said, "Didn't know you had a voice."
You tilted your head at him, āWere you waiting for me to talk to you? Thatās new.ā
"You wish," Namjoon snorted, setting the bowl down on the counter, hard enough that some of it sloshed over the rim, "I was only saying that because you are usually so loud."
You rolled your eyes at him and grabbed a bowl from the cabinet. You filled the bowl without a word and sat down at the opposite end of the table, putting as much space between you as possible.
Towards the end of your relationship, Namjoon never waited for you. He could go days without calling, texting, or meeting-up, and whenever you brought it up, he always had the same answer; he was busy with everything except you. At first, you tried to understand him. You told yourself he was under pressure and that loving someone meant being patient when life got difficult, especially when his life as an idol is so different from life of most people. So you waited for the calls he promised to make after work, for replies that arrived hours later, sometimes the next day. And you waited for him to notice that you stopped telling him about your day because there was never a good time to say anything.
Eventually, you stopped waiting altogether. So you did the same to him. You gave him a taste of his own medicine; the distance, unanswered messages, the quiet indifference he once made you endure.Ā
"Youāre eating like it's a race," you said, watching him finish half the bowl in what felt like four bites.
"I have things to do," he said.
"Of course, the always busy man. "
"Last time I checked.." Namjoon said, stopping before finally looking up at you just to say, "That used to be your excuse too. "
You didn't have an answer for that one, so you ate your soup in silence and let the silence do what it does best. Because Namjoon was right. You did to him what he did to you, but you did not regret it. He needed that wake-up call, although it didnāt change anything in your relationship.Ā
Namjoon finished first, and rinsed his bowl at the sink with his back to you. You didnāt mean to watch him but the view from where you were sitting was to the kitchen. You couldnāt help but see what was happening there. You remembered this view from three years ago, when the two of you were still together.
You shook your head immediately as the thought of your past relationship crept up your mind.
Remember, your life was a living nightmare with him.Ā
You somehow just noticed that his hair was shorter, and without meaning to, your thoughts slipped out of your lips, "You cut your hair," you said.Ā
You regretted it the moment you said it. You hoped he didnāt hear it, but of course he did.
"Two months ago," Namjoon said, still rinsing his dishes, "you're behind."
"I wasn't exactly keeping up," you snorted.
"Could've fooled me, arenāt we in this situation because you knew Iād be here?ā Namjoon said.
āDid you develop narcissistic personality disorder after being in the spotlight for too long? I have a life I love that does not involve you at all. I couldnāt care less whether you keep your hair short or long,ā you said angrily.Ā
Namjoon would be lying if he claimed to not winch when he heard what you said. But he shrugged it off, you are someone he could care less about. āYou used to like it long," Namjoon said quietly, just like you, he didnāt mean to say it out loud.Ā
"Well, apparently I liked a lot of things that didn't stick around," you said, and you felt a sense of regret the second it left your mouth.
Namjoon turned the tap off, set the bowl in the rack as he said, "Goodnight.ā
Then he left the kitchen without looking at you.
You sat with your half-empty bowl a while longer, listening to his footsteps go down the hallway, the sound of his door sliding open, and silence was all it followed.
That same night, through the wall, you heard him on the phone to Jimin.Ā
āHey Jimin. Yeah, the mixup by the host is crazy, I didnāt expect to be stuck in this hanok with her.āĀ
There was a pause, probably Jimin telling Namjoon to find some other place.Ā
āI tried, even my manager tried too. Itās just fully booked everywhere.. No, no, you donāt need to come. Iām fine. I just need the week to rest and write, itās still really nice out here in Andong. Itās peaceful, which is something I really need. Yeah. I know. We thankfully donāt really interact much. It should just be during dinner and thatās because the place only has a 30-minute dining timeslot since they have to pick up the leftover food. Yeah, it sucks, but the place is really nice.ā
Then Namjoon went silent for a few minutes and you thought his phone call with Jimin was over but then you heard him say, āJimin, itās not because of her that Iām staying here. As much as I dislike that woman, I have been waiting for too long to stay in this hanok and the scenery and ambience is something I do not want to give up. So donāt worry about me, Iām fine. Okay, thank you. Good night to you too, bye.ā
That woman?!
Is that what he just referred to you as? Just some woman? You snorted at how ridiculous it was. Did Namjoon forget the two of you spent three whole years together?Ā
What a fucking prick.
You thought about the last time you heard him talk like that, and how it used to be you he was talking to on the other end of the phone. But one of your last conversations with him on the phone wasnāt really something as warm as his conversation with Jimin.
āI know, babe. I know I said I'd be there. I'll make it up to you, ____ā
Namjoon was always so good at saying heāll make it up to you when he never did.Ā
Kim Namjoon is a prick and all of his fans would find him disappointing once they knew that he is just a man.Ā
You rolled onto your side now facing the wall, and let yourself feel the hatred towards your ex before finally falling asleep.Ā
The second day, you woke up to the sound of Namjoon doing pull-ups on the old wooden beam of the veranda, which was, you thought, an incredibly on-brand way for Namjoon to process anything uncomfortable.Ā
You used to find that endearing, now you just found it loud and annoying. Especially since it is still way too early and you were still tired.
You laid in bed a while longer than you needed to, listening to the creak of the beam, Namjoonās controlled exhale on every pull, the small grunts he lets out on each pull that he probably didn't know he makes. You used to find his grunts hot and it used to turn you on.
Now you were just irritated.Ā
You got up before the sounds he make could turn your irritation into anything more complicated.
You walked to the kitchen through the front yard, avoiding the side of the house Namjoon was in, and made your coffee black. You sat at the dining table, facing the backyard which was close enough to see Namjoon through the paper screen yet far enough that he wouldnāt have noticed you were there.
Namjoon eventually finished his workout routine and came into the kitchen. His breathing was shallow and fast. His shirt had gone see-through, sticking to his well-built figure from the sweat. His arms looked fuller after the workout, muscles still tense beneath his skin as he reached for a glass filled with water. He stood by the sink with his back to you as he drank. The pull-ups left his biceps, shoulders, and his overall figure look way more shredded, and his veins were faintly visible along his forearms.Ā
It was a view that once would have driven you insane.
You immediately looked away before your thoughts spiral into even more nonsense.
āYouāre up early,ā Namjoon said, still not turning around to look at you.
āYou are very loud,ā you answered, āitās hard to stay asleep when a man is having a breakdown on a pull-up bar.ā
āYou couldāve said something,ā Namjoon replied.
You took a sip of your coffee, āWould you have listened to me?ā
āIām listening now,ā Namjoon said, finally turning around to look at you.
You looked at him over the rim of your mug, āThatās a little late, donāt you think?ā
"That's rich," he said quietly, "coming from the person who canceled on me six times in one month because work got busy."
"You were on tour for eight weeks straight, Namjoon. Do you really want to talk about who canceled on who?"
"I was working," Namjoon said, defending himself.
"So was I," you said, scrunching your face in disbelief.
"Not the same kind of work. Your job was-"Ā
"Don't," you said, standing up so fast your chair scraped out loud against the floor, "don't you dare tell me my job mattered less or whatever the fuck you said to me then. Iām so sick of hearing you say that shit to me."
Namjoon didn't say anything. He just looked defeated, and mostly because he didnāt know what to say to you. He never meant to make you feel like your job mattered less and he never remembered saying such a thing, but Namjoon understood why you would remember it that way.
Your hands were shaking around the mug, so you set it down before you dropped it and you turned away before he could see your face properly. You did not look back at him as you walked down the hallway and shut your bedroom door behind you harder than necessary, but still not hard enough to feel satisfying.
Through the wall, you could hear him sitting down on the dining chair.
And neither of you said sorry, neither of you ever did.
By the afternoon, you went out to the backyard, where Namjoon was already sitting on the raised wooden veranda of the house. He barely looked up when you spread a picnic mat beneath the tree. You were there to read, while Namjoon was on his laptop with one earphone in his ear.Ā
"Isnāt this a holiday?" you asked, not looking up from the page of the book you were reading.
"I have responsibilities," Namjoon answered.
āYou know youāre allowed to exist without making everything productive,ā you didnāt have any spiteful intent behind what you said, you genuinely wanted him to take rest too.
His fingers stopped typing whatever he was typing on his laptop, āAnd you need to stop looking for something to comment about,ā he replied bitterly, "you used to just let things be things."
"I used to let a lot of things slide," you sneered, "look how that turned out."
Namjoon exhaled through his nose, his thumb dragging across the edge of the keyboard as if he was trying to find something to hold on to, āYou donāt have to keep dragging what happened between us into everything you say.ā
āI made one comment,ā you snorted and sighed as you closed your book, āand I actually was trying to be nice.ā
āWell, I guess you donāt really know how to be nice to me anymore,ā Namjoon said, finally looking up at you.
You stared back at him, unwilling to let him have the last word, āMaybe because every time I tried, you found a reason to make it sound like an attack.ā
Namjoon said nothing to that.
After a while, he put his earphones back in and turned his attention to the laptop again, and the sound of his typing continued, but quieter this time.
The third day, avoiding each other was something intuitive for the both of you. You took your coffee at seven, Namjoon didn't come out of his room until eight. You read on the veranda facing the front yard in the morning, while Namjoon occupied the veranda to the backyard.Ā Ā
The two of you should have felt relieved, but somehow, deep down, you were both still feeling restless.
By late afternoon, you were about to cook some ramen when you accidentally went into the kitchen when he was already there. Namjoon was making eggs, the way he always had, too much heat and with not enough patience for someone who always seemed to preach about being mindful.
"You're going to burn those," you said, before you could stop yourself from commenting on what he was doing. You really didnāt want to start another bitter conversation ending with ugly remarks from you or Namjoon.Ā
"I know how to make eggs," Namjoon replied.
"Do you know? I remember you used to struggle a lot when making eggs, you once set off a smoke alarm trying to make eggs," you let out a small laugh remembering the event that happened in the past.
The corner of Namjoonās mouth twitched and he eventually gave in and smiled, "That was one time."
"It was still memorable to this day," you said.
"We had a good run didnāt we?" he muttered, flipping the eggs.
"Oh, be careful, Joonie," you said, leaning against the counter with your arms crossed, "you're one comment away from being nice to me."
"God forbid," he chuckled.
"God forbid," you agreed.
For a second, one single, traitorous second, it almost felt like the fun and loving relationship you two had before it all went down. Like the version of the two of you that used to burn eggs together on purpose because neither of you cared about the egg, because doing the activity together was always the whole point.
You went back to the dining table, waiting for him to finish cooking his lunch before taking your turn. Then Namjoon plated the eggs, and nodded at you as he left the kitchen without another word.
The host left dinner on the table before the two of you even noticed her come in. Tonightās dinner menu was grilled mackerel, side dishes in small mismatched plates, and a pot of rice still steaming under a cloth. Tonight, the two of you sat down to eat at the same time.
"She made too much again," Namjoon said, nodding at the food on the table as he sat across from you.
āShe thinks weāre about to get together,ā you replied. It was not exactly a lie because the day before, when you had gone alone to the nearby shop, the owner asked why you didnāt bring your soon-to-be boyfriend with you. When you asked what she meant, she looked at you as though the answer were obvious.Ā
Apparently, your host had told everyone in the village you were staying there with your soon-to-be boyfriend.
āAt this point,ā you added, āthe whole village probably thinks so too.ā
"Let them think what they want," Namjoon flatly replied.
āEasy for you to say,ā you said, before adding, āyouāre not the one who has to keep correcting people since youāre not exactly going to be walking around the village, are you? Celebrity status and all.ā
"I didn't realize being mistaken for my girlfriend was such a hardship," Namjoon said looking at you.
"It is," you said, accidentally filling your bowl with more force than it required, "it's just inaccurate and I don't love inaccurate things being said about me."
"You didnāt use to mind what others were saying about you," Namjoon said quietly.Ā
"I used to do and put up with a lot of things," you said, setting the ladle down hard enough to rattle the pot of rice, "doesn't mean I have to keep being that person just because you got comfortable with her."
Namjoon looked up at you, something changed in his face. You could tell Namjoon was furious, āYou are being ridiculous. I never said I wanted you to stop being yourself.ā
"You didnāt have to say it,ā you answered, āyou made it clear in every other way.ā
"That's not fair,ā Namjoon said as he set his chopsticks down, hard enough for it to make a loud noise, "What do you want me to say, exactly? Nothing I said could have fixed anything back then. I don't see why it would now."
"I don't want you to say anything," you snapped, āI want you to stop acting like you were the only one who got wronged here, the only one who got hurt. You canceled on me too, repeatedly. But somehow, in your head and in your version of the story, you're still the only victim."
"I'm not the victim of anything. I'm just tired of being the only one who remembers trying."
"You never even tried, Namjoon," you said with a blank stare.Ā
He picked his chopsticks back up but he didnāt eat anything. He only held them with so much force that his knuckles went pale around wooden chopsticks.Ā Ā
"You actually really think that? That I never tried? I wasnāt the one getting too close to a coworker after I already told you it made me uncomfortable," he said, visibly pissed off.Ā
āRight, because I was the only one who ever made you uncomfortable,ā you snapped, āas if you didnāt do the exact same thing with that fucking girl from Twice!ā
Namjoonās expression changed and he was about to speak but you cut him off first before he could get any word out.
āAnd for the record, my co-worker was suicidal. He was in and out of hospital because he was a closeted gay man who had no one else to talk to, no one else to turn to. I couldnāt tell you because it was his secret to keep and was not mine to tell. I am loyal to my friends the way I was loyal to you.ā
You watched the colour drain from Namjoonās face.
Namjoon never knew any of that.
He never knew that your co-worker had come out to you, or that the constant messages were not some secret relationship unfolding behind his back. He never knew the man had been scared and alone, trusting you with something that was not yours to share.Ā
All Namjoon had known was that he was texting you every day. That he had called when you were with Namjoon and you always picked up. On his last night before leaving for a world tour, you answered someone elseās call instead of staying with him. Namjoon thought you were already tired and bored of waiting for him and so you went looking for someone who was easier to be around, someone who did not keep leaving you.
And Sana, nothing had happened with Sana. Namjoon and her had gone to a bar behind your back, and that was it. But he did that because he was angry at you. Because some part of him wanted to prove that he could do the same thing to you. Because Namjoon wanted you to feel even a fraction of what he felt when your co-workerās name kept appearing on your phone.
God, Namjoon really fucked it up.Ā
You asked him multiple times to trust you, he remembered that now. Namjoon remembered how frustrated you sounded, how many times you tried to explain before he stopped listening. Still, he wasnāt completely irrational, was he?
He was hurt, Namjoon was insecure. He was about to leave for two months, and you seemed farther away than ever.
But being hurt did not make Namjoon right.
If anything, refusing to hear you out then had turned his fear into something much uglier.
You didn't touch the rest of your food. Just sat there, angry at the situation the world has given you on your holiday off work. Namjoon wasnāt touching his food either, and both of you were too stubborn to be the one who leaves the table first.
But you got up anyway, because you couldnāt stand the sight of him any longer. So you went to your room without another word shared between you.
If you thought the passive-aggressiveness had peaked during last nightās dinner, day four proved you wrong.
It started with nothing, or something small enough to be nothing.Ā
You left your shoes unorganised by the door, a habit you were never able to break since you were a kid. It used to make Namjoon laugh, but this morning, he tripped over them on his way out to the front yard.
āCould you not leave your shit everywhere?ā he snapped as you walked past the door and towards the kitchen.
āTheyāre shoes, Namjoon, not a crime scene,ā you said, matching your tone to the way he was talking to you.
āItās the same thing it always was,ā he shot back at you, āyou take up space and expect everyone else to adjust around you.ā
āWhat the fuck does that even mean?ā you said, confronting Namjoon.
Were you in the wrong? Yes, but It was one fucking pair of shoes and you did not deserve this much anger over one pair of shoes.
āOh, you want to talk about adjusting?ā you pointed at him, āI adjusted my entire life around your schedule for our whole relationship. I adjusted dinners, weekends, holidays, and my friends' weddings. I even missed a fucking job interview because you only had twelve hours before you had to leave again.ā
āI adjusted too,ā Namjoon barked.
āYou didnāt adjust anything,ā you rolled your eyes at him, āyou kept doing exactly what you wanted. You chose your career every single time, then you thought feeling guilty about it afterwards made it count as compromise.ā
āAnd donāt act like I forgot about Sana,ā you continued, āyou went to a bar with her behind my back. Just the two of you then I had to watch people gossip about the two of you everywhere while we were still in a relationship, Namjoon. And you do not understand how hard it was trying to survive a breakup with a fucking celebrity whose face is every fucking where.ā
Your throat tightened, and out of anger you said, āI wish we never fucking met.ā
āThatās not fair,ā Namjoon said, the tone of his voice dropping which was somehow worse than him yelling, āI know I went with Sana out of spite and I was in the wrong, I admit that. But I didnāt know what was happening between you and that fucking co-worker. How was I supposed to know there was nothing going on? Can you really blame me for feeling insecure?ā
āIt wasnāt my place to tell you, Namjoon. All you had to do was trust me, the woman you claimed to love.ā
You laughed bitterly before continuing, āYou want to talk about fairness? Well, it wasnāt fair that I had to watch you choose work over me every single time.ā
āYou could have told me what you wanted from me,ā Namjoon said.
āI shouldnāt have had to tell you,ā your voice humiliatingly cracked, āthat was the whole fucking point, Namjoon. If I had to ask you to try, then it stopped meaning anything.ā
Namjoon didn't answer you again as he just looked at you before finally walking out into the garden, leaving the door open behind him like he couldn't be bothered to close it gently either.
You stood there a long time, staring at your own shoes, hating both of them a little for starting this fight. Hating yourself, really.
You thought about the night your relationship had actually ended. It wasnāt dramatic, which was always the part nobody believed when you talked about it later on. There was no shouting or any insults involved. There were only two exhausted people sitting on opposite ends of a couch, each waiting for the other to say the thing first, until you finally did.
You remembered saying; āI don't think this is working out.ā
And Namjoon didnāt argue, even when some small part of you wished he did. But he didnāt fight for it at all. He just nodded, like you did something he already privately decided too, and all he said was, āYeah. I think you're right.ā
You remembered cursing him in your head when you realised he wasnāt going to fight for you. Because you wanted, more than anything, for him to be the one who tried and fought for the relationship first for once. And when he didn't, some old and stubborn part of you decided that meant he never would have, not even if you stayed.
Namjoon probably remembered it differently. He probably remembered the months before that, all the times he asked you to make time and all you replied was: āsoonā. You did that out of spite, you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. And maybe in his version, he was the one who kept reaching out, and you were the one who kept pulling away first. When in reality, you only gave him the same energy he was giving you.Ā
It was funny how the two of you shared three years together, yet left with a different story, and both of you were convinced yours is the true one.
That night, Namjoon could hear you were still awake through the wall, he could hear the repetitive sounds of short videos playing from your phone bleeding through the thin wood wall between your rooms. He knew you were doomscrolling, youāve always done it when your mind was too loud for you to fall asleep.
For years, Namjoon told himself that whatever existed between you and him ended because it was supposed to, that too much had happened; too many things were badly said and too many moments were missed. But seeing you again after years, made something painfully clear.
Namjoon has never stopped loving you, and he has always loved you deeply.
He could still read you the way he did back then, even after youāve spent years apart. And he remembered all of your habits and worse, some part of him still wanted to be the only person who noticed these things about you.
He imagined knocking on your door softly, asking if you were okay, and you letting him in and telling him to sit beside you. The way he imagined it to go almost made Namjoon get up to join you. He imagined taking your phone from your hand and hearing you laugh at something stupid he says, the way you used to when the world had not yet become so difficult between you.
But wanting you again felt cruel.Ā
How selfish would it be for Namjoon to suddenly realise how deeply he loved you only after losing the right to do anything about it?
So that night, Namjoon stayed where he was supposed to.
The next morning felt different somehow, though neither of you could have pointed out exactly why it felt that way.
You woke to the smell of coffee, so you headed down to the kitchen and found a cup of coffee just sitting there on the kitchen counter with a note next to it that said: I made too much coffee, feel free to drink this one.
You sighed as you wrapped your hand around the warm cup of coffee.Ā
This had always been Namjoonās version of an apology. He was never good at walking up to you and saying the words āIām sorryā outright. Instead, he would cook you something, bring home your favourite snack, or leave a coffee waiting for you as though food could say what he could not.
You found him on the veranda, staring out at the garden. He looked like he barely slept, and you probably looked no better. You sat next to him, just a short distance away, far enough not to pretend things were fine but close enough that it did not feel like you were strangers.
For a while, neither of you said anything.
"I called my sister this morning," you eventually said, breaking the silence, āshe asked how the trip was going."
"Ah, what did you tell her?" Namjoon said, lifting his cup of coffee to his mouth.
"That it was complicated," you said, looking down at the coffee in your hands, "she laughed at me and said that's basically been the answer to every question about you sinceā¦ you know."
"Fair," he replied quietly, "what did you use to tell people? About us, I mean, after we broke up?"
"That it just didn't work out," you said as you shrugged your shoulders, "nobody needs to hear the long version. Plus a toxic relationship doesn't really make a good story."
"I see. Well, me either," he admitted, "I always ended up saying we just had different visions.ā
You turned to look at him, āDifferent visions?ā
āIt sounded better than the truth,ā Namjoon said with his gaze fixed on the garden in front of him.
āAnd what was the truth?ā you asked curiously and without malice.
You expected defensiveness, an excuse, or something about work, expectations, and pressure of being Kim Namjoon. You expected anything that would make it easier for him to avoid admitting what he had done.Ā
But Namjoonās fingers tightened slightly around his cup before he finally said, āThe truth was that I kept asking you to make room for my life when I barely made any room left for you in it.ā
You went silent for a while, and couldn't really believe what you were hearing. āYou could have said that back then,ā you said, āyou could have told me how you felt, you could have listened to me when I asked you to trust me, you could have tried more instead of making me feel like I was asking for too much.ā
āYeah, I didnāt know it then,ā Namjoon replied quietly.
His voice was quiet enough that you almost missed it, so you just nodded while staring at the cup in your hands, āYou didnāt make too much coffee, did you?ā you asked.
He let out a small and humourless laugh, you just always know what he was thinking about, āNo, I made exactly two cups.ā
āIs this supposed to be your apology?ā you asked, looking at him.Ā
āNo,ā he replied, turning his head to look at you, āitās supposed to be me trying to figure out how to start one.ā
āWell, you should start with the words itself,ā you answered, smiling at him.
Namjoon looked back out at the garden, his shoulders dropping slightly.Ā
āIām sorry,ā he said after a long pause, āIām sorry if I made you feel like you had to earn space in my life. Iām also sorry for not trusting you enough and acting out of spite to hurt you.ā
You didnāt say anything back at him, you just nodded and gave him a small smile.
The rest of the afternoon was neither warm nor cold. You both kept to yourselves, doing what you had come here to do in the first place. Namjoon stayed on the veranda with his laptop, while you wandered between the garden and your room with your book. Whenever your paths crossed, neither of you ignored the other completely; a glance, a small nod, or a quiet āsorryā when one of you had to pass.
By evening, something in the air between the two of you had changed enough that when he set two glasses and a bottle of soju on the dining table, you didn't immediately think it was a bad idea.Ā
You almost skipped dinner that night and told yourself you would just eat something small in your room to avoid the whole exhausting event of sitting across from a man who apparently still has the ability to unravel you in under ten words.
But Namjoon was in the kitchen when you came out to get water, and saw him setting a bottle of soju and two glasses on the dining table.
"I'm not trying to start anything," Namjoon said, before you could even say a word, "I just.. I don't want to spend two more days pretending you're not here or pretending as if there is nothing for us to talk about."
You hesitated at first because it could go bad really quickly, but you knew even if it does, all you would have to do is stand up and walk away, "One drink," you finally said, āand that's it."
"Yes, one drink," Namjoon agreed.
You sat down across from him, as Namjoon poured the soju on the glass. When he filled yours up, you drank it way too fast, the way you always do when you are bracing for a conversation you didn't actually want to have.
"So," Namjoon said, refilling your glass without you needing to ask, "are we going to talk about it, or are we just going to keep circling it for two more days?"
"Talk about what exactly?" you answered, though you knew exactly what he meant.
"What happened to us,ā Namjoon said, in a very non-chalant way that almost pissed you off.
You sighed as you looked out at the persimmon tree outside, "Fine, then you can talk first."
Namjoon went quiet for a moment, turning his glass in his hands, "I used to think you left because you stopped loving me," he said finally.
"I didn't stop loving you," the words came out before you could stop them, "that was never it. I just got tired of being the only one who kept trying to fix things. I was so tired, Joon."
"I was trying too," he quietly said.
"Were you? I donāt know. I mean yes, you always felt bad about it afterwards, you feel bad about missing things weāve planned and tried to make it up in your own ways. But you know, your guilt was still not the same as your presence."
He flinched, just slightly, "That's harsh. You did the same too the last few months, you were around yet somehow never around.ā
"Well, I was petty then, I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine,ā you replied.
He nodded slowly, looking down at the table, "Yeah I kinda knew that now. I thought it was not like you to act that way; to always have some excuse. It felt like every time I needed you to just be there, you had somewhere else to be."
"Well, I also had a life, Joon. I wasn't going to put it on hold indefinitely waiting for you to have room for me in yours," you said, giving him a small smile.
"I know," he said it so quietly you almost missed it, "I know that now."
"What has changed? How do you realise it now but not then?" you asked curiously.Ā
He thought about the question longer than you expected to.
"Time, I guess, and distance too. Sometimes you just start seeing things clearer once you're not standing so close to the person you hurt anymore," he said as he turned his glass slowly on the table, watching the liquid move around, "I spent a long time telling myself the story where I was the one who tried harder, it was just easier that way. Easier to be the guy who got left than the guy who let something special slip out of his life because he was too busy chasing something else. But now, I don't think you were as absent as I made you out to be in my head and I don't think I was as present and innocent as I told myself I was, either."
You thought about what he said for a moment, surprised by how open Namjoon was to you. This was the Namjoon you knew the first two years of the relationship, the only difference is that he did seem a lot more mature now.Ā
"Iām sorry about the co-worker thing. I really didnāt have the right to tell you what he was going through. I was the only person in his life who knew. He is now married to his husband and has moved out of the country. Heās happier and weāre best of friends now. I donāt think he would have made it out alive if I wasnāt there for him. I just couldnāt tell you then.." you said.Ā
āYeah.. I should have trusted you more,ā Namjoon said.
āAnd I should have convinced you harder,ā you admitted.
āIām sorry about the Sana thing, I never wanted to be that guy but I did it out of anger and spite.. Iām really embarrassed of myself to this day that it ever happened.ā
āYeah, I figured you did it just to rile me up. You were never the type to do something like that,ā you said, before taking another sip of the glass of alcohol in your hands, "Do you regret it?" you asked, "us breaking up, I mean."
Namjoon didnāt have to think about the answer because he has thought about it ever since the two of you were broken up, "No," he said, before adding, "I don't think I do. I think we would've just kept hurting each other even more. I understand why it happened. I get it now, in a way I didn't back then."
"Yeah," you replied, agreeing with him, "me too."
Namjoon poured another round of drinks and the two of you drank slower this time as the conversation drifted somewhere different. The old memories neither of you meant to bring up, the trip you two had to LA, Tokyo, and Singapore, the time the two of got lost trying to find a bookstore that turned out to be permanently closed, the time where you tried teaching him how to drive only for him to hit someoneās bins, the stories of your families and friends that the two of you have missed, the new music you both listen to, and the ugly ceramic bowl with the crack near the rim that you still refused to throw away.
"You still have that bowl?" he asked, surprised.
"It's a favorite bowl of mine, do you think I would just throw it away?" you said with a smile on your face.
"It's an ugly bowl, and you know how I appreciate artists more than anyone you know, but that bowl is just something else that I cannot even defend," Namjoon said.
"It's an ugly bowl I like," you said, defending yourself and the artist.
The two of you laughed, and the conversation drifted from the ugly bowl to the artists and writers you had both been following lately. Namjoon told you about an exhibition he wanted to see but never found the time for, while you complained about a novelist whose latest book disappointed you after years of being your favourite. For a while, it was easy.Ā
"Can I ask you something?" he said after the two of you just finished debating whether J.K. Rowling would ever write anything that could surpass Harry Potter. "Did you see anyone else? After we broke up?"
āI went out with a few but only dated one guy for about eight months. He was.. " you paused, searching for the right word to describe your other ex, "easy. As in everything was just so easy with him."
āThat sounds nice,ā Namjoon said, though the slight tightening of his jaw betrayed the jealousy he was trying to hide.
"It was boring," you admitted, surprising yourself with how honest you were to him, "I hated how easy it was. I kept waiting for it to feel like something and it never did. I think I broke up with him because I just missed having something to fight for."
"I think about that sometimes," he said, "whether we would've been better off if it had been easy between us. But then maybe having it easy is just not what we were built for."
"Maybe not," you said, before adding, "maybe we were always going to be difficult. I just wish we had gone through the difficult times together instead of being difficult at each other."
"Yeah," he said quietly, agreeing with you, āme too."
By the fourth glass, or maybe the fifth, you really have lost count, the bitterness in the air shifted into something closer to the version of the two of you that used to sit and talk all night long.
"I missed this," he said, and then, drunk Namjoon, without him probably realising it, confessed, "I have missed you ever since."
You went very still in your seat. Namjoon didn't seem to notice what he just said. His eyes were already heavy, glass tipping slightly in his hand, and the soju and the exhaustion of four bitter days have finally caught up to him all at once.
"Joon," you said softly and when you looked over at him, you found him slumped slightly against his chair with his eyes closed.Ā
You sat there for a while, still with a glass in hand, looking at him in the dim light of the kitchen, "Me too," you whispered to no one, to Namjoon who passed out in front of you, "Me too, Joon."
You got a blanket from his room and draped it over him where he was sitting and sleeping, careful not to wake him up.
Namjoon woke up the next day in the kitchen with a headache and a blanket he didn't remember getting, and the dread of a man who knew he said something the night before but couldnāt fully remember what. Namjoon got off the chair, folded the blanket, and went looking for you.
You werenāt in the kitchen, and the door to your room was open with your bed already made. He panicked at first, wondering if you had left. But he continued searching for you and he finally found you in the backyard under the persimmon tree, sitting on a stool, with a book open in your lap.Ā
Namjoon walked over to you with his hands in his pockets, "Good choice of book," he said, nodding at the book.
You looked up at him and gave him a small smile before saying, "Thank you."
Namjoon chuckled and let the silence sit for a second before he said, "I'll be checking out early at 4 AM tomorrow."
"Iāll be checking out tomorrow as well," you said looking at him.
"Alright," he nodded, āit's been nice seeing you, ____."
You laughed at him before saying, "Crazy how one night could change the first four days huh? But yes, itās been nice seeing you too, Joonie.ā
Namjoon reached his hand out before he could think better of it and ruffled your hair, the way he used to and you let him.
Then Namjoon walked back towards the hanok, and you watched him go until the sliding door clicked shut behind him.
You just sat there a while longer under the tree, some fruit were starting to drop around you, one by one, and you could hear the soft thuds against the ground.Ā
You werenāt sad, because you knew the past few days had only been an accidental closure for the two of you.
And it was never meant to be anything more than that.
Three Months Later - Seoul International Airport, 11:47 AM
South Korea was not small enough for this to not be fate.Ā
A country with millions of people, and somehow it kept finding ways to place the one person you had tried hardest to forget directly in front of you.Ā
You had stopped thinking about Andong. At least, that was what you kept telling yourself. Six bitter days and one drunken confession had not undone everything that happened between the two of you. But they had changed something; how you see Namjoon, and how he sees you.
You saw him before he noticed you were there.
Namjoon was standing by the magazine rack, with sunglasses pushed up into his hair, flipping through something he clearly wasn't reading. He looked good and you hated that you noticed.Ā
Just as you considered turning away, Namjoon looked up from the magazine, and your eyes met. The moment Namjoon saw you, everything in him went still as if time had stopped.
After that night where he drank soju with you, he told himself that Andong had given both of you what you needed: an ending that did not involve slammed doors, unread messages, or either of you pretending not to care. The stay in Andong gave the two of you closure and that was what it had been.Ā
Namjoon left at four in the morning exactly as he said he would. What you didnāt know was that he had stood outside your door for longer than he cared to admit, his hand hovering near the wooden door, before deciding against knocking. You both already said what needed to be said and anything more than that would have been selfish of him.
So Namjoon left.
But, you didnāt know that Namjoon had convinced himself that if it was meant to be, if the universe really wanted the two of you to try again, then Namjoon will be seeing you again.Ā
And now you were there.
Standing right in front of him with your handbag over one shoulder and your other hand on the handle of your carry-on luggage, looking just as startled as he felt.
For one second, Namjoon wondered whether he had imagined you. Whether the lack of sleep, the long flights, and the stupid hope he carried with him since Andong had finally caught up with him.
Then you shifted on your feet, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag the way they always did when you were nervous and did not know what to say, only then Namjoon realised you were real.Ā
Namjoon put the magazine back on the rack, though he had no idea which rack it belonged to. The airport was still moving around the two of you, you could hear the suitcases rolling over the floor, the announcements over the speakers, and people rushing into their gates, but it all sounded far away to the both of you.
Namjoon spent three months telling himself that, if he ever saw you again, he would not waste it.Ā
So he stepped away from the magazine rack and walked closer to where you were standing.
āHi,ā Namjoon greeted, his dimples appearing as he smiled fondly at you.
You gave him a small smile back before answering, āHi.ā
"You look good," he said.
"So do you," you answered, letting out a small laugh.
āAre you leaving somewhere?ā Namjoon asked, still smiling at you.
āYeah, I have a flight in..ā you checked your phone to see the time before saying, āin about an hour.ā
Namjoon nodded, his eyes dropping briefly to the carry-on luggage you had with you before staring back into your eyes, āThen I guess I caught you at the right time,ā he said.
You frowned slightly at him, not understanding what he meant, āThe right time for what exactly?ā
āFor coffee,ā he said, ābefore your flight.ā
You glanced at the departure board, then back at him, āOne coffee,ā you said, saying yes to his invitation, āthatās all I have time for.ā
The airport cafe was crowded and loud, which didnāt influence how easily the conversation flowed. You talked about the ordinary things at first; work, travel, mutual friends, the books you had both been reading. Namjoon told you about a museum exhibition he was preparing for, and you complained about a project at work that had been taking up too much of your time.
It was strange how natural it still felt. And by the time your boarding call appeared on the screen, both coffees had gone cold.
Namjoon walked with you towards your gate, neither of you mentioning how none of really wanted the conversation to end.
"Text me when you land," he said.
You looked at him, all confused before saying, "You don't have my number anymore."
"Well, I could get it."
"You could," you said, smiling as you pulled out your phone and giving him your phone number.
And then, just like that, the two of you had to part ways. You walked towards security while Namjoon walked towards his gate, glancing back to each other more than either of you would admit.
You were two people who once tried to be everything to each other, failed and even hated each other for it.
But somehow, years later, after spending an accidental few days together in Andong, you two found something worth sitting down and trying for.
The world, it seemed, was not quite done proving that sometimes the right person only made sense once you both found yourselves in the right place and right time.Ā
ā Pairing: Namjoon x reader (female)
ā AUs: non-idol, one-shot
-> Genres: couple
ā Warnings(s): pure smut, NSFW, +21, exhibitionism/voyeurism, public sex, against tree, doggy style, dirty talk, fantasizing, in the forest, pool sex, handjob, hardcore sex, fast and hard, rough, in front of strangers, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, spitting, hand job, overwhelming, overstimulation and more.
ā Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)
ā Word count: 12.7K
Author Notes:
Author Q is here,
Hello everyone.
Itās all about exhibitionism and voyeurism. If you'd prefer not to read this, please feel free to check out other stories. If youād like to read it, please be aware of what youāre getting into.
Namjoon is your boyfriend, you and Namjoon and your and his friends decided to go on vacation to Jeju Island for 2 weeks, but you had a fight with Namjoon on the first day of your arrival place and your friends were embarrassed by you two.
You were sitting in a hotel room with your friend, it was 10 pm and almost all of your friends to a party at the club, including Namjoon.
"You and Joon really should make up, you're just spoiling the good mood, it's our first day here." your friend said.
"I know but he started it." You rolled your eyes.
Your friend sighed, "Just go make up with him, we both know you can't stand not talking to him for an entire two weeks."
"I can't believe he has this power over me." You rolled your eyes once more, annoyed that your friend was right.
Your friend laughed, "You know it's because you love him like crazy."
"I do, but his stubbornness is really a pain in the ass." You groaned, reluctantly getting up from the bed.
Your friend looked satisfied that you were finally going to talk things out with Namjoon.
"Now go, before I push you out of that damned door." your friend teased, giving you a light push towards the door.
With a huff, you finally left the hotel room, mentally preparing yourself for the conversation you were about to have with Namjoon.
The club music pulses through the air as you step inside, scanning the crowded space for Namjoon. After a few minutes, you spot him leaning against the bar, nursing a drink while Hoseok animatedly talks next to him. Taking a deep breath, you make your way over.
ge turns, his face unreadable for a moment before his eyes soften just slightly. He sets down his drink.
"Oh hi. Did you finally come to yell at me some more?" His voice is light but there's an underlying tension as he crosses his arms. Hoseok immediately makes an exaggerated exit, mouthing 'good luck' at you as he slips away into the crowd.
You glare at Hoseok as he scurries away, leaving you alone with Namjoon.
"I didn't come here to yell at you, I came here to talk," you say, trying to keep your voice level.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? You've been giving me the silent treatment all day, so pardon me if I don't believe you."
You can't help but roll your eyes at his response.
"Oh, please. You weren't exactly being a saint yourself, you know."
Namjoon lets out a scoff. "Me? You're the one who overreacted in the first place over something stupid."
"Overreacting? You're the one who started it!"
You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but the anger is still bubbling just beneath the surface.
"You completely disregarded my opinion and brushed it off like it was nothing. Is it so hard to respect what I have to say for once?"
Namjoon's jaw tenses as he looks down at his drink, swirling the ice cubes before meeting your eyes again. His voice drops to that careful, measured tone he uses when he's trying not to escalate things.
"You're right. I should've listened better. But you shutting down and giving me the cold shoulder instead of talking to me? That hurt too." He runs a hand through his hair.
You're taken aback by the hint of vulnerability in his voice. It's rare for Namjoon to express his feelings so openly, especially when you're angry.
"I just... I needed some space to cool off. But you have a knack for getting under my skin sometimes, you know that?"
Namjoon lets out a dry chuckle. "Oh, believe me, the feeling is mutual."
A small smirk tugs at your lips despite yourself. "Yeah well... you're lucky I think your dumb face is cute."
Namjoon finally cracks a real smile at that, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. He reaches out to gently flick your forehead. "And you're lucky I put up with your dramatic ass." The warmth in his eyes makes your heart do that stupid little flip it always does when he looks at you like that.
The bass from the club speakers thrums around you both as he nudges your shoulder. "Wanna get out of here? I know a quiet beach nearby where we can actually hear each other talk."
You can't help but smile back, the anger you felt earlier already starting to fade. You nod in agreement.
"Yeah, that sounds nice."
Namjoon finishes his drink in one gulp and sets down the glass, gesturing for you to follow him. He leads you out of the crowded club and into the cool night air.
The walk to the beach is quiet, but it's a comfortable kind of silence. You walk side by side, your shoulders brushing against each other occasionally.
The beach is deserted, save for a few scattered boats in the distance. The sand feels soft and cool under your feet as you and Namjoon walk along the shoreline. The waves crash gently in the moonlight, creating a soothing soundtrack.
You let out a sigh, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. It feels like a world away from the club and your argument.
Namjoon stops and drops down onto a dry patch of sand, patting the spot next to him. "Come here."
You sit down beside him, the warmth of his body next to yours a comforting contrast to the cool night air. He puts his arm over your shoulder, pulling you a little closer. For a few moments, neither of you speaks. You just watch the waves roll in, lost in your thoughts.
Finally, Namjoon breaks the silence. "I am sorry." His voice is soft.
You lean your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.
"And I'm sorry too," you admit. "I should've talked to you instead of shutting you out."
Namjoon lets out a breath and nuzzles his nose into your hair. "We both messed up, huh?"
You nod slightly. "Yeah... we do seem to get into a lot of arguments for two people who supposedly love each other."
Namjoon snorts at that, but his grip on your shoulder tightens just a little.
"Love doesn't mean everything is going to be perfect and easy. We're gonna argue, we're gonna piss each other off. But we also know when to apologize and when to make up." He rubs his thumb over your shoulder absentmindedly. "I just don't like it when you give me the silent treatment."
You lift your head to look at him, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "And I don't like when you dismiss my opinions like they're unimportant. We both have things to work on."
He rolls his eyes, but there's a fond smile on his lips. "Yeah, yeah, we're both stubborn jerks. We're a match made in heaven."
A laugh bubbles out of you, the tension finally completely fading.
"Heaven? More like hell. We probably drive each other insane most of the time."
Namjoon laughs too, the sound deep and rich in his chest beneath your ear. "But you wouldn't have it any other way."
You can't deny it. Even with all the petty arguments and stubborn disagreements, there's a reason you've stuck together for this long.
"No, I wouldn't," you admit.
Namjoon presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "Good. Let's go to our room. It's been a long day, and I want to rest."
You nod in agreement, standing up and brushing the sand off your clothes. Namjoon takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. You start to head back to the hotel, the cool breeze pleasant against your skin.
As you walk, you can't help but feel a warm affection for the man next to you. He might drive you crazy sometimes, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
When you arrive back at the hotel, the lobby is mostly empty. The elevator ride up is silent, but it's a comfortable kind of silence this time. Namjoon's thumb brushes lightly against the back of your hand, a small gesture of affection.
As soon as you enter your room, Namjoon kicks off his shoes and practically collapses onto one of the beds. He groans and stretches his arms out, his shirt riding up to reveal a strip of toned skin.
Namjoon lets out a deep exhale, eyes already half-closed as he pats the space next to him without looking. "Come here angel," he mumbles, voice rough with exhaustion.
You can't help but laugh at his needy tone. But you oblige, slipping out of your shoes and climbing onto the bed next to him. Namjoon immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. He buries his face in your hair, his body warm and solid against yours.
You snuggle into his embrace, feeling your body relax against him. All the stress and tension from the day seem to melt away in his arms. Namjoon's hand rubs soothing circles on your back, his fingers tracing invisible patterns against your skin.
You close your eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a sense of peace.
Namjoon's voice is a low rumble against your ear. "I love you, you know."
Your heart skips a beat at his words, even though you've heard them countless times before.
"I love you too," you reply, your face still buried in the crook of his neck. "Even when you're a pain in the ass."
Namjoon laughs softly, squeezing you tighter.
He pinches your side playfully at that. "Look who's talking, Miss 'I-give-the-silent-treatment-for-fun'." His words are teasing but the hand stroking your hair is achingly gentle.
You can feel him press a sleepy kiss to your temple as he settles deeper into the pillows. "Now sleep. We're making up for lost time tomorrow - breakfast on the balcony, then that hiking trail Hoseok and Jimin won't stop raving about." His voice is already slurring with exhaustion.
The last thing you register before drifting off is the way his fingers instinctively tighten around your wrist - like even in sleep, he's making sure you won't go far.
The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting warm golden stripes across the tangled sheets. Namjoon stirs first, blinking sleepily at the unfamiliar ceiling before his gaze lands on you still curled against his chest. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face as he carefully extracts his arm from beneath you, trying not to wake you.
But the moment his warmth leaves your side, your brow furrows in protest. With a sleepy grumble, you blindly reach out and grab a fistful of his shirt, dragging him back down with surprising strength for someone half-asleep.
Namjoon chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest as he lets himself be pulled back into the cocoon of blankets. "Guess we're sleeping in then," he murmurs, tucking your head under his chin with a contented sigh. Outside, the sound of waves crashing and distant seagulls creates the perfect lazy morning soundtrack.
You let out a content huff as you settle back into his arms, your head resting over his heart. You can feel it thumping steadily underneath you, a soothing rhythm that almost lulls you back to sleep.
Namjoon starts to run his hand through your hair, his touch gentle and almost absent-minded as he absently plays with the strands.
He breaks the comfortable silence, his voice soft and gravelly with sleep. "...We should probably get up before the others start banging on our door demanding brunch." But he makes no actual move to get up, perfectly content to stay tangled in the sheets with you.
You nuzzle deeper into his chest with a sleepy whine, tightening your grip on his shirt. "Five more minutes," you mumble against his skin, your voice thick with sleep.
Namjoon lets out that deep, rumbling laugh of his, the one that vibrates pleasantly against your cheek.
The sunlight shifts across the bed, warming your legs tangled with his. Neither of you moves. Outside, the faint sound of laughter floats up from the pool belowāprobably Jin and Jungkook already causing chaos. But here, in this quiet little nest, time feels deliciously suspended.
Namjoon's fingers trace idle patterns along your spine. "...This is nice," he murmurs, almost to himself. You hum in agreement, already drifting again to the rhythm of his heartbeat. The vacation can wait. Right now, this is exactly where you both want to be.
You're drifting off again when Namjoon's voice cuts through the drowsy haze.
"Hey."
His fingers under your chin tilt your face up, and you crack open your eyes, blinking against the morning light. And then your brain catches upābecause god, he looks unfairly good. Tousled hair, warm eyes, sleepy smile. He brushes a thumb along your jawline, his touch sending a flutter through your stomach.
"As much as I am loving the koala impression right now," he teases, "We might need to actually get out of bed at some point."
You grumble again, wrapping yourself even more tightly around him. "But... warm."
Namjoon snorts, patting your ass indulgently. "Yeah, that's true. But I think the others are getting impatient."
Your protest turns into a reluctant sigh as his words sink in. You know he's right. The thought of getting up seems about as appealing as jumping into a lake during winter.
Namjoon gently disentangles himself from your grip, rolling out of bed. He stretches, the muscles in his back flexing under the white T-shirt he slept in. You don't bother hiding your appreciative stare.
Namjoon catches you staring and smirks, stretching a little more dramatically just to watch your eyes follow the movement. "Like what you see?" he teases, running a hand through his messy bedhead.
You throw a pillow at him with a sleepy laugh. "Stop showing off and help me get up, you conceited ass."
He dodges the pillow easily and grabs your ankles, yanking you toward the edge of the bed with a yelp from you. Before you can retaliate, he swoops down to press a quick, laughing kiss to your lips. "There. Now we're both up. Happy?"
You feign annoyance but the effect is ruined by the broad grin that spreads across your face as you push yourself upright. "You're a pain."
You're just about to swing your legs off the bed and then he wraps your legs around his waist.
Without warning, Namjoon scoops you up off the bed, hoisting you into his arms effortlessly. You let out an undignified squawk, clinging to his neck.
"Jesus, a little warning next time," you gasp, even though a thrill runs through you at how easily he handles you.
He laughs, shifting you into a more comfortable position against his chest. "But where's the fun in that?" He starts walking toward the bathroom, carrying you like you weigh nothing.
"Besides," he continues, "I like the noises you make when I catch you off guard." He punctuates the statement by giving your ass a playful spank.
He sets you down on the edge of the bathroom counter, standing between your legs and tilting your chin up to look at him.
Namjoon's expression softens as his thumbs brush along your cheekbones, his voice dropping to that quiet, intimate tone that still makes your pulse stutter after all this time. "You look beautiful in the morning light." He leans in, pausing just inches from your lips - close enough that you can feel his breath mingle with yours. "Even with the drool mark on your cheek."
You swat at his chest, but he catches your wrist mid-air, pressing a laughing kiss to your palm before finally, finally closing the distance.
"Just one kiss.." he whispered. "After that, we'll clean up and have breakfast."
His lips barely brush against yours, light as a feather, and you almost whimper at the teasing. You reach up to grip the front of his shirt, trying to pull him closer, but he leans just out of reach with a knowing grin.
"Ah-ah." He grabs hold of your wrists, pressing them down against the counter.
Your breath catches as Namjoon pins you in place, the muscles in his arms flexing under the thin material of his T-shirt. His eyes roam your face, his gaze lingering on your wide eyes and parted lips.
He leans forward, bringing his mouth close to your ear, his voice a low murmur that makes a shiver run down your spine. "If I start kissing you properly now, we won't be leaving this bathroom any time soon."
You're torn between wanting to smack him and wanting to melt right then and there. "Maybe I don't care," you manage to retort, proud that your voice doesn't waver.
Namjoon's grip tightens slightly, almost possessive, and it sends another jolt through you. His eyes darken as a smug smile curves his lips. "And as much as I'd love to take you right here against this counter..." He gives your thigh a light squeeze, making you shiver involuntarily. "...Not now."
A huff escapes you at the teasing, but there's no hiding the way your body reacts to his touch. He knows he has this power over you and he uses it shamelessly.
"Fuck you." you grumble, but there's no real heat in your tone. Namjoon chuckles, finally releasing your wrists to step back. He pats your thigh lightly. "Oh, I will."
time skip.
You and Namjoon finally make it to the hiking trail Hobi and Jimin have been raving about, and you have to admit, the view is stunning. Verdant mountains frame an endless blue sky as far as the eye can see, and even though it's a bit humid, the breeze feels refreshing against your skin.
Namjoon lets out a low whistle. "Okay, I'm starting to see why they couldn't shut up about this place. It's incredible."
"Yeah, it really is." You take a moment to just soak in the beauty of the landscape before digging your phone out of your backpack. "I should probably send Hobi and Jimin a picture. They'll never believe we actually made it out of bed."
Namjoon laughs and slings his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a quick selfie. You take a few shots, trying to capture the breathtaking view behind you.
You send off the pictures with a quick caption to the group chat before putting your phone away and turning your attention back to Namjoon. He's gazing out at the horizon with a thoughtful expression on his face, one arm still slung around your shoulders. You nudge him with an elbow.
"What are you thinking about?" you ask, taking in his contemplative expression.
Namjoon exhales slowly, his grip on your shoulder tightening just a fraction. "How I almost ruined this entire trip over something stupid." His eyes flicker with uncharacteristic vulnerability before he looks back at the view. "I donāt want to waste another second of it arguing with you."
He turns to face you fully, the mountain breeze ruffling his hair. "From now on, letās just... enjoy it. Together." Thereās a quiet intensity in his gaze that makes your breath catch, the same look he gets when heās composing something important.
Your heart clenches in your chest at the rawness in his voice. You know how hard it is for him to open up, even to you. You step closer, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair in what you hope is a soothing gesture.
"Hey," you say softly, "we've had stupid fights before and we've always made up. This one was just a little longer than usual, that's all."
Namjoon covers your hand with his, leaning into your touch like a cat seeking warmth.
"Yeah, but... I don't know. It just felt different this time." He lets out a humorless laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I guess it made me realize how much I hate fighting with you. And how much I hate going to bed knowing you're pissed at me."
The earnestness in his voice hits you hard, and you can't help but wrap your arms around his waist in a tight hug. He buries his face in your neck, his breath warm on your skin.
"I hate it too," you confess quietly. "I hate not being able to just talk things out like we usually do. It's like... a part of me is missing when we're mad at each other."
Namjoon's arms tighten around you in response, his embrace practically squeezing the air from your lungs. "Me too. It's like this weird emptiness that's... it sucks."
He pulls back just enough to place a soft kiss to your forehead. "Promise me we won't let it happen again. No more dumb arguments without talking it out. No more silent treatments."
You nod fervently, looking up at him with a determined expression. "Promise. No more stupid fights. No more ignoring each other."
Namjoon's expression softens when he sees how serious you are, his gaze searching your features as if he's making sure you mean it. Finally, he leans in and brushes a tender kiss along your jawline before murmuring against your skin.
"Good. I hate it when you give me the silent treatment anyway. Drives me crazy."
You can't help the small grin that spreads across your face at his admission. "Oh, yeah? Does it drive you crazy?"
You reach up to run a hand over his chest, fingers toying with the collar of his shirt in a way you know is more taunting than comforting. Namjoonās eyes darken ever so slightly, but he doesnāt miss a beat.
"It does,ā he says evenly, hands sliding down to grip your waist. āMakes me want to find ways to get your attention back on me."
You try to keep a straight face, but a shiver runs down your spine at his words. Before you can reply, he grips your waist tighter and pulls you closer, his body suddenly flush against yours.
He lowers his voice to a murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. "And when you're all quiet and sulky..." His hands slide under your shirt, fingers tracing light patterns against your bare skin. "God, you look so hot when you're mad."
Your brain practically short-circuits at the sudden contact, the feeling of his hands on your bare skin sending goosebumps across your flesh. You try to scoff, but the breathy sound that comes out only serves to make Namjoon smirk smugly.
"Can we keep walking?" you murmur, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your gut. Namjoon leans down, his lips grazing against the shell of your ear.
Namjoon's grip on your waist tightens, his lips dancing over the skin just below your ear as he lets out a low, smug chuckle.
"Trying to get away, angel?" His fingers lightly skim the waistband of your pants, dipping just below it to brush against the bare skin above your ass.
The sensation makes your knees weak, and you barely bite back a gasp. You're fully aware of how affected you're becoming, but Namjoon is clearly enjoying himself too much to back down.
You try to keep your voice steady as you speak, but your words come out as a breathy whisper. "We're in public, Joon."
Namjoon's hands slide completely under your shirt, his palms flattening against your stomach as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder. His breath is hot against your neck.
"We're in the middle of the mountains, no one's around." His hands slide higher, grazing your ribs. You swear you feel his lips curling into a smirk against your skin.
But despite the heat flaring in your gut, you try to keep a grip on rational thinking. "Someone could see us."
Namjoon seems unconcerned, his hands still exploring under your shirt, his fingers teasing the underside of your bra. His voice is a deep rumble in your ear. "Then let them see." He brushes your skin with the barest graze of his knuckles, sending electricity pulsing through your core. "Fuck, this sports shorts..."
You swallow hard, trying to get a handle on your breathing as Namjoon toys with the waistband of your shorts. It's getting increasingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. You grab his wrists in a futile attempt to stop his hands from wandering. "I don't want anyone to see us."
Namjoon huffs, clearly amused by your feeble attempts to stop him. He nuzzles his face into your neck once more, his lips grazing your sensitive skin. "So you want me to stop?" His hands still, lingering just above your waistband.
His voice is low and taunting, but you know Namjoon well enough to know he's testing your resolve.
Your heart thumps wildly in your chest, torn between the thrill of the danger of getting caught and the desire coursing through your veins. But you manage to force out a reply. "Yes. Weāre in public." You turn your head slightly to glare at him.
Namjoon's hands slide back up to your sides, fingers grazing your ribs through your shirt. He sighs disappointedly but there's a hint of a smirk on his face. "Fine, if you say so."
You try to regain some semblance of composure, straightening your shirt where it's rumpled from Namjoon's wandering hands. You ignore the throbbing ache between your legs, willing it to go away. "We should keep going." You can't quite keep the huskiness out of your voice.
Namjoon's grin widens, clearly pleased with the effect he has on you. But he obediently steps back, the glint in his eyes showing he's far from finished with you.
"Lead the way, angel.ā
You can feel his gaze burning into your back as you start walking again, the air thick with palpable tension. You keep your eyes straight ahead, determined not to let him see how flustered you are. And yet, you canāt help the way your steps falter occasionally, your mind buzzing with memories of Namjoon's hands on your stomach, your waist, your chest.
The silence between you is charged, the sound of your feet against the gravel the only thing cutting through the tension.
The walk seems to stretch on for ages, each step a painful reminder of the desire coursing through your veins. But you refuse to look back at Namjoon, knowing that one look in his eyes would be enough to shatter your resolve.
After what feels like an eternity, Namjoon finally breaks the silence, his voice cutting through the air like a gunshot.
"You alright back there, sweetheart?" His tone is casual, almost innocent, as if he hadn't just reduced you to a mess a few minutes ago. You try to keep your reply nonchalant, even though your heart is beating out of your chest.
"Iām fine, why do you ask?" You don't dare look back at him but you can feel the heat of his gaze boring into your back.
Namjoon lets out a low, knowing chuckle, but he keeps his voice light. "Just checking. You've been pretty quiet."
You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and it takes every ounce of your willpower not to snap back and tell him exactly what heās doing to you. Instead, you force out a scoff. "Can't a person enjoy the scenery in peace?"
Namjoon's footsteps quicken, closing the distance between you. "Oh, you're enjoying the scenery, huh?" His tone is low and amused. The smug bastard seems to be having way too much fun with this.
You can feel his presence right behind you, the heat radiating from his body making you shiver.
"Yeah, the mountains are beautiful." You manage to get the words out without your voice cracking, though it's a wonder considering how dry your throat suddenly is.
Namjoon's hand brushes against the small of your back, the touch almost scorching even through the fabric of your shirt. You inhale sharply, his proximity making it impossible to think straight.
His voice is barely above a whisper, right by your ear. "They are, but I think I prefer something else right now."
His other hand finds its way to your hip, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm against your neck. "You say we're in public... but I remember you said you wanted to try exhibitionism."
Your brain stutters for a second, struggling to process his words past the fog of desire clouding your thoughts. You remember that conversation, but you never expected Namjoon of all people to bring it up.
His grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin. His chest is pressed against your back, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat matched with your own.
His next words are more than a little smug. "You're thinking about it, right? Admit it."
You swallow hard, torn between the urge to give in to the fire burning in your core and the knowledge that anyone could see you right now.
"...Maybe." You reply grudgingly, your voice coming out breathy betraying your efforts to keep a level tone.
Namjoon's hands slide under your shirt again, hot against your skin. His mouth brushes the shell of your ear. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His hands slide higher, thumbs grazing the underside of your bra. "Being out here, out in the open. Anyone could see us." His hips grind against your ass and you can feel his growing hardness pressing into you. "Anyone could see how affected you are."
You can't stop the moan that escapes your lips at the sensation, hips bucking helplessly back against his.
The feeling of him, hard against your ass makes your legs weak, and you stumble forward a little. Namjoon's hand on your waist steadies you, his grip firm.
His nose brushes the sensitive skin of your neck, a quiet laugh against your ear. "I was right, huh?" He sounds far too self-s satisfied, knowing exactly what heās doing to you.
His hands slide higher, palming your breasts through your bra. "Tell me angel."
Your mind is swimming, the feel of Namjoon's hands on your nipple making you squirm. But you manage to bite back another moan.
"Maybe." You repeat, your voice cracking at the end.
Namjoon's hands leave your breasts, sliding back down to your waist. His hands feel almost possessive gripped on your hips.
"No, no, no." He tsks, his hands tightening the grip. "I think we should try being more honest with each other, donāt you agree?" His thumbs dig into your hip bones. "Be honest with me."
Your mind is too overwhelmed to come up with a sassy reply. So, instead you nod, trying to find the will to speak without moaning.
"Yes." You manage to choke out.
Namjoon's hands trail over your stomach, his touch lighting up every nerve in your body.
"Good girl." His voice is a low purr in your ear, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your shorts. "Now tell me... what are you thinking about right now?" He gives your shorts a tug, pushing them lower on your hips.
The feeling of the fabric sliding over your skin sends a shiver through you, the night air suddenly feeling cool against your overheated skin. You let out an involuntary gasp, feeling the goosebumps rise all over your body. Your brain struggles to form a coherent thought.
"I'm... I'm thinking..." You struggle to speak, feeling your shorts being pushed halfway down your thighs.
Namjoon's hands slide back over the bare skin of your ass, squeezing possessively. His voice is a low murmur against your neck.
"I am listening angel." he murmured.
You can barely form a sentence without moaning, your brain hazy with want.
"I'm thinking that... that someone... could see us." You manage to gasp out. Namjoon's hands still on your hips, his fingers twitching against your skin. "And fuck.. that makes me so wet.."
You can almost feel the smug smirk against your neck.
"Good, weāre being honest with each other." His hands slide lower, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties. "Keep talking."
You have to concentrate to keep your knees from buckling, your legs shaking as Namjoon's hands pull your soaked underwear down your thighs.
"I'm... I'm thinking that.. " you whispered.
Namjoon's fingers trail teasingly up the inner part of your thigh, his words almost a taunt against your ear.
"Use that dirty mouth of yours, baby."
You can't stop the soft whine at his fingers barely grazing over your clit. Your hips try to grind down on his fingers for some relief, but his other hand grips your hip, holding you still. "Fuck..ā you breathe out helplessly.
You can feel Namjoon's smile against your neck. "You're dripping." He murmards, fingers brushing against your folds. "Just look at you. Such a mess already.." His fingers slide through your folds with ease, teasing your opening.
His voice lowers into a growl, low enough not to carry. "Tell me baby, you like this right? out here in the open, where anyone could see us, where you're so exposed... so free."
Your legs feel weak, your whole body trembling as Namjoon's fingers toy with your slit. You clench your eyes shut, focusing on the sensations.
"God... Yes." You whine, your voice already breaking. "I liked it."
Namjoon's fingers withdraw from your soaked folds, and you can hear the sound of his zipper being undone. "Turn around."
You obey immediately, turning around to face him. Your eyes rake over his face, taking in his flushed cheeks and the way his jaw clenches. His eyes dart behind you for a split second, looking at something behind you.
His hands grip your thigh, the roughness of his palms sending shivers up to your core. "Bend over."
It's an order, and you obey eagerly, leaning forward to grip your hands against the rough bark of the tree in front of you. Your legs feel like mush almost immediately, but you manage to stay put.
Namjoon stands behind you, his hand running up your leg. āSpread them more.ā His voice is dark and commanding. Your legs move, spreading further apart.
You hear the sound of Namjoon spitting, and a moment later, the head of his cock prods against your leaking slit. You let out a gasp, feeling him press against your entrance, just barely spreading you.
"You're so wet." Namjoon lets out a low groan.
You whine at that, unable to deny his words, but before you can reply, he pushes inside of you with a powerful thrust. Your moan echoes through the night air, the sudden stretch of your walls around him making your hands grip the bark of the tree tightly.
The feel of him inside of you is overwhelming, and you try to muffle your mewls in your sleeve, your legs almost giving out. You feel his fingers dig into the skin of your thigh, keeping you upright.
He starts a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and hard. He leans forward, covering your body with his, his chest pressing against your back. He growls near your ear, voice low and rough. "You'd let me do anything. I could bend- Oh fuck, someone is coming."
Your body freezes, dread sinking like a stone in your stomach. You manage to peek over your shoulder, not able to see anything from this angle. Someone is nearby. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, your whole body tense.
But Namjoon holds you in place, not slowing his pace for a second.
His hands grip your waist, keeping you pressed against the tree as he continues to piston his hip, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle. "They're coming closer."
You can hear the steady crunch of footsteps on the gravel trail, moving closer to you guys. You try to pull away, but Namjoon holds you firmly. "Shhhh."
His hand clamps over your mouth, effectively muffling your moans as you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. You can't make out the conversation, but you can hear the deep timbre of a male voice and a soft laugh.
Namjoon doesn't slow down for a second, his pace unrelenting as the voices get louder.
The voices draw closer, and you can make out the words of the men's conversation now. It's two guys, seemingly lost and trying to find their way to the parking lot. They're only a few meters away, on the other side of the tree you're pressed against. They turned the corner now, and they see you.
Your body goes taut as you watch the two guys notice the two of you, their conversation faltering and then stopping entirely. They stand there, frozen in surprise. Your body shudders helplessly, the adrenaline coursing through your body.
Namjoon doesn't stop his movements, not even now that the men are standing just a few feet away from you.
Their eyes go wide, and you can see one of them nudge the other, whispering something. Their gazes are firmly locked on you and Namjoon.
Namjoon he leans over you, voice rough in your ear. "Look at their eyes."
You take a peek over your shoulder in their direction, and sure enough, the two guys' eyes are locked on you. You can see their Adam's apple bob as they swallow.
One of them opens his mouth, as if to speak, but whatever words he was going to say seem to get lodged in his throat.
"They want you baby. They want to be me." Namjoon murmured, his pace still consistent as the men gawk at you.
You can see one of them move awkwardly, as if trying to adjust his pants. You bite down on your lip, the heat in your stomach growing as their gaze roams over your body.
"Yeah, that one there. He can't take his eyes off you." Namjoon huffs a laugh, sounding almost amused.
One of them is definitely still staring at you, his eyes locked on your legs.The other one has now noticed, too, staring at the two of you with open interest. It's one thing thinking someone could stumble upon you, but the fact that they're watching you?
Namjoon lets out a low, possessive growl in your ear. "They're staring at you angel." He bites down on your neck playfully, and you barely suppress a gasp.
The two men continue staring, mouths open as they take in the scene in front of them. One of them whispers something to the other. You can't make out the words, but you can tell they're both enthralled by the show.
Namjoon's hands grip your hips tighter, possessively. "They're not even trying to look away. What do you think they're thinking right now, sweetheart?"
You can practically feel their gazes burning into your back.
Your heart is hammering in your chest, the mixed emotions inside of you almost overwhelming.
"God... They're still watching." You choke out, your voice hoarse.
Namjoon's fingers dig into your skin possessively. "Yeah, they are. Because that's all they can doāwatch." He punctuates each word with another deep thrust.
One of the men lowers his hand to his pants, trying to adjust the bulge in them.
You swallow hard, watching as the man's hand lingers for a second longer than necessary. He looks away when he realizes you're watching.
Namjoon's voice is smug against your ear. "He's hard, just for you."
Sure enough, the other man's hand has drifted down to his pants now, trying to do the same as his friend.
Your body is taut as a bowstring, the situation both mortifying and exhilarating. "Are they.. are they touching themselves?" You manage to whisper.
Namjoon's hands tighten on you. "Yeah, they do." The roughness in his voice tells you all you need to know about how he feels.
The two guys are still standing there, unmoving. The first one drops his hand down again, palming himself through his pants again.
Namjoon lets out a low growl, the possessiveness in his tone all the more apparent now.
"They want you more than anything right now, don't they?" He pulls you back, making you take more of him.
You nod desperately, words eluding you. The men seem to be transfixed, their eyes glued to your body. The first one gives up, his hand rubbing his bulge shamelessly now.
Namjoon lets out a low laugh, the smug satisfaction evident in his voice. "They can't help themselves." He thrusts into you harder, the roughness of his voice betraying his control slipping.
Your eyes are still locked with the second guy, his hand now mimicking his friend. His eyes are dark, and you swear you can see his tongue dart out to lick his lips. You let out a strangled gasp. "Oh god, they're... Oh god."
Namjoon lets out another growt, hands gripping at your waist possessively. "Yeah, look at them. You drive them crazy, angel. I bet they'd do anything to be in my place right now." His voice is rough but reverent.
The second guy is practically undoing his pants now, his hand visibly squeezing his bulge. You can feel yourself dripping around Namjoon's cock, the thought of them watching you making you clamp down around him.
You're starting to lose control of your body, hips bucking involuntarily against Namjoon's. You're on the edge of coming.
A low, guttural sound rumbles from Namjoon's chest. His hands hold you in place, almost possessively. "They want you so badly. They'd give anything to touch you, to be inside you."
You can't stop your head from rolling back on his shoulder, your hand moving to grip his thigh. "Oh god... They look... So good."
The man's other hand is squeezing the base of his cock now, the veins on his forearm standing out. His eyes dart back up to yours, and the sight of him sends a shiver up your spine. His chest heaves as if he's panting. He stares at you for a few seconds before looking away again.
Namjoon's voice drops to a deep growl in your ear. "They're desperate, angel. Desperate." He punctuates the last word with a hard thrust. "They're aching for you."
You moan aloud, no longer caring if they hear you. The man's breaths are getting heavier, his hand moving faster. "Oh god." You breathe out, struggling to stay upright.
Namjoon's hands grip your hips tightly, possessively. "Yeah, they're desperate for you. All they can do is watch you get filled over and over again, getting what they'll never have." His voice is rough, possessive. "Because you're mine."
Those words send a shiver down your spine, making you clench around his cock even tighter. The guy's hand jerks faster, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Oh god, Namjoon... " you manage to gasp out. You can feel his grip on your hips tighten to almost painful levels at your words.
Namjoon's pace is relentless, his grip on your hips unyielding. "Yeah, angel?" He pants out, voice low and rough. "You close?"
You nod desperately, your hips bucking against him. The tension in your stomach is almost unbearable. "God, yes. I'm close." You manage to get out.
The guy lets out a strangled noise, his hips twitching with each stroke. His eyes are locked on you, almost glazed over.
You can feel Namjoon's grip on you tighten possessively. "Yeah? You gonna come for me, baby?" He whispers in your ear, voice rough and uneven. He leans forward slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts.
Your eyes flutter closed, your fingers clawing at the tree trunk in front of you. "Oh god, yes. I'm gonna come." You manage to gasp out in a whimper.
The guy is now letting out breathy moans, his hand working faster and faster. His eyes are locked on your face, almost pleading.
Namjoon's grip on your waist is almost bruising as he increases his pace, his thrusts growing more erratic. "Yeah, come for me, angel. Let them hear you." His voice is raspy, rough with desire.
Your head rolls back on his shoulder, your neck exposed and bared to him. "Oh gods, I'm coming." You moan out, your voice echoing through the night air.
The guy's hands move away from his cock, clenching into fists at his sides. He lets out a low, strangled sound, looking close to tears. His eyes are still locked on you, watching.
Namjoon lets out a deep groan at your words, his hands holding you in place. "Oh, God, you're so good to me." He pants out, voice rough and uneven. "That's it, come for me."
Your body is wound up so tight, and the sight of the man's desperation sends you over the edge. You come with a gasp, legs shaking wildly as the orgasm washes over you. It takes all of Namjoon's strength to keep you upright, his hands gripping your hips.
Your knees almost give out, your body going limp against Namjoon's chest. His hands hold you up, his grip on your hips a little painful.
"Good girl." He murmurs, his mouth against your ear.
You're still trying to catch your breath, your body wrung out and boneless. You can feel Namjoon's rapid heartbeat against your back, his body trembling ever so slightly.
You slowly turn your head, making eye contact with the second guy. He looks wrecked, his breathing heavy and raspy.
His eyes are still locked on you, his gaze dark and intense. But he doesn't move, his body taunt like a bowstring.
You hear Namjoon chuckle darkly behind you."Your fantasy comes to life angel."
Your mind is a mess, still reeling from your orgasm. You struggle to form coherent thoughts, your face heating up under the guys gaze.
"Oh god." You murmur, burying your face in Namjoon's neck. He lets out a low laugh against your ear, his grip on your hips tightening possessively.
"They left. Look at me angel. " Namjoon murmurs, pressing a soft kiss top of your head.
You lift your head up, still feeling a little dizzy. Your neck is still slightly sore from Namjoon's grip.
You look around, and sure enough the two guys are nowhere to be found.
Namjoon leans forward, his chin resting on your shoulder. "So how was that, sweetheart?" He asks, voice nonchalant.
You're still trying to process what happened, trying to control your breathing.
"Surreal." You manage to say, your mind conjuring up the image of the two men watching you. "That was... insane."
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle, his breath hot against your neck. "Surreal huh? Did you enjoy it?"
His hands slide up your waist, his fingers tracing patterns over your shirt.
"I did.. You?" you murmured
He presses a lingering kiss to the sensitive skin just below your ear. "You want the honest answer angel?" He murmurs against your neck.
You shiver at the sensation, goosebumps running down your spine. "Yeah." You murmur, still trying to regain control over your breathing.
His hands continue to roam over your body, seemingly unable to keep them to himself. "Then, I loved it." He murmured, voice smug. "I loved the way they were looking at you, how desperate they were. But most of all..."
You can't help but shiver as his hands grip your hips possessively again. "Yeah?" You whisper, your mind still reeling from everything that just happened. "Most of all?"
Namjoon's mouth brushes against the shell of your ear, his voice low and rough. "I loved the fact that they'll never have what I have.." His hands give your hips a squeeze. "You."
time skip.
You're lounging on loby, mindlessly scrolling through your phone with your friend. Namjoon is out with his friends.
"Hey." Your friend Minsoo says suddenly, catching your attention. "Is it just me or have Namjoon's friends always been lowkey hot? Like Jimin.. Fuck I wish he fuck me."
You nearly choke on your ice cold water, your phone dropping to your lap. "What?" You sputter out, trying to process her words. She's not wrong. "Jimin? Since when?" you laughed.
Minsoo rolls her eyes, a smirk playing at her lips.
"Don't tell me you haven't noticed." She crosses her legs, leaning back against the couch cushions. "I've always had a thing for him. Ever since I first met him. He's just soā¦ Ugh." She lets out a sigh, fanning herself dramatically. "He's so hot."
You raise an eyebrow, a grin spreading across your face. "I didn't know you had a crush on him."
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, shaking her head.
"Don't get that smug look on your face." She huffs. "I've had a thing for him since you introduced us."
Your smirk widens. "Well, well, well look at that."
Minsoo playfully swats at your shoulder. "Shut up." She huffs, a hint of pink spreading across her cheeks. "It's not a big deal."
You can't help but chuckled, shaking your head. "It is a big deal if you've had a crush on him forever and never said anything."
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, a defensive edge to her voice. "What's the point of saying anything? He's your boyfriend's friend. You know how weird friendships can get when feelings are involved."
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. "Not really. My and Namjoon's friendship didn't change at alā"
She interrupts you. "No offense, but you two were practically made for each other."
You canāt argue with that. It's a fact. But still, you can't help but poke at Jill just a little bit more.
"But Jimin could still be interested in you." You can't help but tease.
Minsoo scoffs, shaking her head. "I seriously doubt it. Have you seen the guy? He's gorgeous. He could have any girl he wants."
You laugh at Minsoo's self-deprecating comment, shaking your head. "He is gorgeous. But I think you're underestimating yourself."
She looks at you skeptically. "Oh really?" Sarcasm laces her voice.
You nod, leaning back against the couch. "I'm being serious. You're pretty, smart, funny, and you're successful. He'd be stupid not to be interested in you."
Minsoo huffs, trying to downplay it. "It's easy for you to say, your boyfriend is literally a god among men."
You can't help but smile at the compliment. But you also can't resist the opportunity to needle your friend a little more. "You have a point. But Jimin could still be into you, ya know?"
Minsoo rolls her eyes again, but a small smile plays at the edge of her lips. "Let a girl dream, okay?"
You laugh, shaking your head at Jill's stubbornness.
"You're missing my point, Minsoo. It's not just about looks or successes. It's about what you can offer." You say softly.
"You're smart, witty, funny. You have a heart of gold. Those are things he can't just find anywhere."
Your friend lets out a sigh, her defenses seeming to lower slightly. "But what if I'm not his type?"
You can't help but roll your eyes at Jill's insecurities. "Minsoo, who cares about types? Types are stupid."
She looks at you skeptically. "You're only saying that because Namjoon is basically your ideal type."
You shrug, a small smile playing at your lips. "True. But I didn't fall for him because he fit my type. I fell for him because he's him."
Jill sigh, still unconvinced. "God, you're such a sap."
You throw a pillow at her, laughing. "And you're such a cynic."
She dodges the pillow easily, sticking out her tongue at you. "I'm just realistic."
You let out an exaggerated huff, crossing your arms. "Realistic my ass. oh perfect fucking timing. They're coming, I can hear them."
Minsoo's expression changes instantly, her eyes widening and her body going tense. She smoothens out her clothes, running a hand through her hair.
"Oh god, I look like a mess." She mutters, trying to fix her disheveled appearance.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "You always say that." You murmur.
Minsoo shoots you a panicked glare. "This time I actually do." She says frantically.
The sound of Namjoonās deep voice echoing through the foyer suddenly fills the space. Minsoo instantly straightens up, trying to look composed.
You can hear the rest of the guys laughing and chattering but Namjoon's voice stands out the most, your heart skipping a beat as usual. Minsoo is practically vibrating next to you.
"I look fine right? I don't look like I just rolled out of bed or anything right?" She asks, still attempting to fix her hair.
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "You look fine. You're overthinking."
Minsoo doesn't seem convinced, still messing with her hair. "I should've worn something fancier. I look so basic."
You roll your eyes again. "You look great. Stop being ridiculous."
Namjoon and Jimin walk into the lobby. Minsoo immediately goes stiff, her cheeks turning a bright red as Jiminās eyes land on her.
"Hello beautiful ladies." Namjoon murmured and smiled.
Minsoo is practically malfunctioning next to you, her eyes locked on Jimin. "Hi." She croaked out. You have to resist the urge to facepalm.
You exchange a glance with Namjoon, trying to hide your smirk. He raises his eyebrow slightly, clearly finding the situation amusing.
"I am so sorry Jill. Itās okay if we leave you alone with Jimin, right? We need to go back to the room with Y/N." Namjoon smiled.
Minsoo's eyes flickered away from Jimin to Namjoon, her face red.
"Y-yeah, itās fine." She stutters out, still avoiding eye contact with Jimin. You exchange another glance with Namjoon, this time unable to hold back your smirk. He gives you a subtle nod, clearly enjoying the situation.
Namjoon wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.
"Great. I'm going to borrow her, then." He murmured.
Jimin's eyes flicker to Namjoon's hand on your waist, a flicker of something unrecognizable crossing his face for just a split second. He quickly schooled his expression, turning back to Minsoo.
Minsoo manages to drag her gaze back to Jimin, her cheeks still flushed. She tries to summon a casual tone but fails miserably.
"S-sure, go ahead." She manages to squeak out.
Namjoon nods, then steers you away from the couches, hand still possessively on your waist.
As you walk away, you can feel Jimin's eyes on your back, and you can practically feel the tension between him and Minsoo from the distance.
Namjoon guides you down the long corridor, his grip relaxed but still possessively on your waist. He glances at your face, a smug smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
"Lets go baby." he murmured.
You try to act nonchalant, but you can't help the way your heart races as Namjoonās hand rests possessively on your waist, the weight of it both comforting and exhilarating. You shoot him a sidelong glance, trying to appear unaffected.
"Going somewhere?" you ask casually, though the effect is ruined by the breathiness of your voice.
Namjoon doesnāt miss the hitch in your voice, his smirk growing wider.
"Just taking you private pool." His hand slides lower, possessively grabbing your hip, pulling you a little closer.
Your heart skips a beat in your chest, the possessiveness in his grip making your knees feel weak. You clear your throat, trying to hide the effect his touch has on you.
"Private pool, huh?" You murmur, feigning disinterest.
Namjoon raises an eyebrow, the smug smirk still on his face. He stops in front of a door, turning to face you. His hand on your hip tugs you even closer, leaving barely any space between your bodies. "I hope you're wearing your bikini."
Your heart is pounding now, his proximity making it hard to think straight. You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence as his fingers dig into your hip possessively.
"Yeah, I am." You manage to get out, your words coming out breathy.
His other hand reaches up to push a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your earlobe. His thumb brushes against your neck, feeling the rapid pulse throbbing beneath your skin. His gaze flicks between your eyes and your lips, a smug glint in his eyes.
"Good, cause I have a feeling it won't stay on for long."
He lets go of you and opens the door, revealing the private pool.
You try to regain control of your hammering heart, stepping inside the room. The pool is lit up by the bright moonlight filtering through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room.
Namjoon follows you in, closing the door behind him with a click. The sound echoes through the room, and you feel goosebumps break out on your skin.
Namjoon's eyes on you are heavy, his gaze scorching hot. You can feel his eyes roving over your body, burning through your clothes. He steps closer, closing the distance between you. His hand reaches out, fingers grazing your waist. His touch sends a jolt through you, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
"Let me take it off this shirt." he murmured
Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers slide under your shirt, his hands skimming along the bare skin of your waist. His fingers move higher, grazing the sides of your breasts, his touch sending shivers up your spine.
You nod, your mouth dry, unable to form words. Namjoon's hands slide up your body, gripping the hem of your shirt and peeling it off.
You stand there in your bikini, feeling exposed under his intense gaze. Namjoon's eyes rake over your body, a possessive heat in his eyes.
Namjoon's fingers trail over your belly, his eyes following the path his fingers take. He steps even closer, his body pressed up against yours. His hand moves up, over the swell of your breasts, fingers grazing over your skin. His touch is tantalizing, barely there, and it's driving you crazy.
"Let's dive in baby," he murmured. ''Come on.''
Your heart is pounding in your chest, your skin burning from the intensity of his touch. You nod, unable to form words, and let him lead you to the pool. The cool water feels good against your overheated skin as you step into the pool, the water reaching your waist. Namjoon follows suit, the water splashing around you.
''Cold?'' he murmured.
You shiver, the sudden drop in temperature a shock to your overheated skin.
"Yeah, a little." You reply, your voice trembling slightly.
Namjoon smirks, stepping closer to you. He places his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him.
"You'll warm up, don't worry." He murmured, his hands sliding over your back, pulling you flush against his chest.
Your breasts press against his chest, your skin sliding against his.
His arms wrap around you, holding you close. His hands slide up your back, his fingertips gliding over your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. His fingers find the strings of your bikini.
His fingers deftly untie the strings, the top of your bikini falling away and leaving your breasts exposed to him.
Your nipples harden in the cool air, your breath hitching in your chest. He cups your breasts in his hands, squeezing them.
A moan escapes your lips as he cups your breasts, his hands rough but gentle. His fingers teasingly graze your nipples, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. They pebble under his touch, your nipples stiffening.
āGod, youāre perfect.ā He murmured, his fingers continuing to tease your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
Your legs spread instinctively, making room for him as he places himself between your thighs. His hands slide down your thighs, squeezing your flesh. He grabs your bikini bottom, pulling it to the side.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, your hands gripping his arms for support. His fingers pinch your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He lifts you up. You sit down on the edge of the pool.
"Spit on my hand baby." he murmured.
You nod, reaching down and collecting saliva in your mouth. You then spit into his waiting hand, your face flushing red at the dirty act. He smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Good girl." He murmured, his hand moving down to his shorts.
His fingers grip the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. There's already a bead of precum forming at the tip, and he uses your spit to slide his hand up and down his length. He lets out a low groan, his eyes locking with yours.
He keeps his eyes on you, his hand working himself. The sight is mesmerizing, his cock hard and thick in his hand. He lets out a low groan.
"You make me so hard." He murmured, his hand tightening around the base of his cock.
You can only watch, your mouth dry, mesmerized by the sight of him. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your legs spreading wider. You're so close, you can almost feel how hard he is, how hot and hard he is for you.
You reach out, your hand grazing over his cock. He lets out a groan, his head falling back at the slightest touch.
āGodā¦.ā he moaned. "Need you."
His grip on his cock tightens, his breaths coming in quick pants. His eyes lock on yours, dark with desire. "Get in the pool."
You swallow hard, your throat dry. You nod, getting up from the edge of the pool. You step into the water, the cool liquid embracing your body.
Namjoon follows close behind, his hands immediately finding your waist. He pulls you to the shallow side of the pool, pressing your back against the edge. The roughness against your skin makes you shiver.
Without a word, he pulls you up, wrapping your legs around him. He holds you up against the edge, his hands gripping your ass.
"Hold on." He murmured.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your grip tight. He hikes you up higher, aligning his cock with your entrance. And then, with one swift thrust, he slides into you.
Your head falls back against the edge of the pool, a gasp falling from your lips. He fills you up completely
He lifts his head up, his eyes dark with desire. He takes your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. He swallows your moans, his hands moving to the back of your head to hold you in place. His hip snaps up, hitting that spot deep inside you.
Your back arches, your thighs clenching around him. You claw at his back, the pleasure coursing through you almost overwhelming. Itās intense. You pull away from his mouth, your breaths coming in short pants. He doesnāt stop his movements, his pace relentless.
āToo good." You gasp out.
He lets out a guttural groan, your words sending shivers down his spine.
āYeah? You like that? Like how Iām filling you up?ā he murmured.
Your nod, unable to form words as he continues to move inside of you. Heās hitting that spot each time, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. His pace is relentless
"Yeah, god, want you.. all of youā¦. god, more." You gasp out, the words just a jumble of moans and pleads.
āYeah baby?ā He murmured, his grip on your hips almost bruising.
"You want more?ā He punctuates each word with a hard thrust. āIs this not enough for you?ā He asks, his tone low and rough. āOr do you want me to give you everything Iāve got?"
His words go straight to your core, his grip, and the roughness of his tone sending shivers down your spine. Your nails dig into his back, trying to hold on.
"Everything," you beg. "Everything, please."
He lets out a deep growl, his movements growing more urgent. He pushes deeper, harder, the pressure building up inside of you. Itās too much, too much, but not enough.
He leans forward, his head dropping to your ear.
āYou want everything, huh?ā he murmured. āTurn around."
You nod, your body too weak to do anything else. You turn around, your hands gripping the edge of the pool. Namjoon doesnāt waste any time. He grabs your hips, pulling you back towards him.
Without any warning, he slams into you from behind. You let out a strangled cry, your fingers scrabbling for purchase against the edge of the pool. He sets a ruthless pace, his hands holding you in place.
His hips slam into yours with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the pool.
Your body is completely at his mercy, the pleasure too intense to process. His grip is bruising on your hips, holding you in place. And yet, you want more. You push back on him, desperate for more.
āYou wanted everything,ā he murmured. āYouāre getting it.ā
His words are like a switch, turning you into a wanton mess under him.
He leans over you, his chest pressed against your back. His hands slide up your waist, trailing up your body to your breasts. He cups them in his hands, squeezing them roughly.
āYou like that, huh?ā He murmured, his fingers pinching hard on your nipples. āLike how Iām using you.ā
You can only moaned in response, the roughness of the edge of the pool against your chest adding another layer of sensation. The water splashes around you, the sound echoing in the room. You can feel him everywhere, inside you, behind you, all over you.
Itās too much and youāre going to lose it soon
āOh god, Iāām gonna- ah-ā you cry out.
His hand shoots up, grabbing your jaw and turning your head to the side. His mouth crashes into yours, his tongue invading your mouth. Your hands come up, grasping at his hair as he kisses you.
His tongue muffles your moans, but they were just replaced by the sound of the water sloshing around you as he continues to pound into your from behind. It fills the silence, his hips pushing against your ass, his skin sliding your skin..
You pull away from his mouth gasping for air, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.
āNot yet.ā He murmured, his hands tight around your waist.
His pace is brutal, his hips slams into yours with a force that sends waves of pleasure through you. Heās gripping you like his life depends on it and you feel like youāre going to break. But you wanted this.
"You asked for this, didnāt you? You wanted me to give you everything." He murmured, his voice low and rough in your ear.
You nod, unable to form any words.You feel him thicken inside you, his pace picking up even more. Heās close, you can tell by the way heās panting in your ear. And yet he doesnāt stop.
āOpen your mouth baby.ā He murmured, and you clench around him at his words.
You part your lips, opening your mouth obediently. His fingers slide into your mouth, filling it up. You suck on them, your tongue swirling around them as if it was his cock. You moan around his fingers, your tongue swirling around them. Itās filthy. Itās dirty.
"God," he growled, his fingers still in your mouth. "You need your mouth full donāt you? You need something to keep you full."
And then, just when you thought it couldnāt get any more intense, you feel him slide a third finger into your mouth, filling your mouth even further.
You moaned around his fingers, the sounds coming out muffled and obscene. You could feel your clit twitch and throb at his words. You needed him everywhere, you needed more. You tried to push back against him, your body crying out for more, for release.
āGod, youāre so loud.ā He groaned. āYouāre going to get us caugh. Do you want someone to watch you again? huh?"
His hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face up, forcing you to look ahead. And there, in the far corner of the room, was a mirror.
You could see everything. You couldnāt look away. You could see the way you were bent over, your back arched and your ass up in the air. You could see his hips slamming into you from behind, the way his cock was covered in your juices.
You could see his face, dark and almost feral as he stares back at the mirror, his eyes fixed on yours face. Your face burned with humiliation and it only turned you on even more to see yourself like this.
āSeeing this turns you on, doesnāt it?ā He murmured in your ear. "seeing yourself like this." Your hands scratched at the edge of the pool, your mind going blank as the pressure built up inside you.
His fingers pull out of your mouth, leaving you panting and gasping for air. His hands settle on your hips again, his grip tight as he pounds into you from behind. You could feel his balls slapping against your clit, the sensation driving you insane.
āGod Iām close,ā he groaned, his pace becoming even more unforgiving. His fingers dig into your hips, his hands holding you in place. You could feel him grow even harder inside you, the pressure almost too much to bear.
āMe too,ā you managed to gasp out, your voice wrecked.
"Youāre gonna take it all, arenāt you, huh? Take every last drop." He murmured, his pace becoming even more relentless. "God, fill you up so pretty. " he murmured, his grip on you tightening. "Come with me."
And with that, youāre tipped over the edge. A loud moan tears through your throat as your orgasm hits you, your body trembling and clenching around him.
He lets out a low groan, his fingers digging even deeper as he follows close behind. His hips still as he fills you up. His hand clenches around your jaw, āYouāre so good to me, baby." He murmured. A shiver ran through your body as his words sunk in, your skin on fire from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through you.
You collapse boneless on top of the edge of the pool, you panting for air. Namjoon slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty and drained. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. His chest is resting on your back, his breaths coming in short pants against your skin. No one says anything for several moments. The only sounds in the room were the soft slapping of the water, as it splashes around you, and the sound of your uneven breaths.
Then, finally, Namjoon lets out a low groan and straightens up. You feel his hands on your waist, turning you around to face him. You look up at him, and finds him looking down at you with a small smile on his face. His hair is messy, sticking to his forehead in damp clumps. His cheeks are tinged red, his lips red and slightly swollen. He looked absolutely wrecked. Youāve probably looked worse.
He reaches one hand out, pushing your hair out of your face. His hand cups your chin, tilting your face up. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
"You okay, angel?" He murmured, his hands running up and down your arms. You nod, unable to form words still. He smiles at you, his other hand reaching down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Told you you'd warm up." He murmured, his grin turning smug. He reaches down, lifting you up bridal style. You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling too boneless to protest.
āYouāre terrible, that was so dirty.ā You groaned, burying your face into his neck. Your legs still felt week, your legs still shaking around his waist.
He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest. āJust the way you like it, baby.ā He murmured. He steps out of the pool, his arms still holding you up. The cool nighttime air hits your heated skin, causing goosebumps to pepper your skin. Namjoon lets out a low whistle at the sight of your naked body.
He carries you over to a nearby bench, sitting you down gently. He kneels down between your thighs, his hands running up and down your legs, chasing away the cold.
āYou good? Need an ice pack for that perfect ass?ā he murmured jokingly.
You laugh, shaking your head. "God no." You murmur, still feeling too boneless to move.
Namjoon chuckles, his hands still running up and down your legs, warming you up. He stands up, picking up your discarded bikini top from the ground. He hands it to you, a small smirk on his face.
You groan, reaching out to take the bikini from him. You put it back on, struggling a bit to hook it back together. Namjoon watches you with amusement, his eyes lingering on your exposed skin as you fumble with the straps.
He chuckles, his hands sliding up your back to help you put the top on properly. His fingers graze your back as he hooks up the straps, sending goosebumps erupting over your skin.
āYouāre so cute, itās almost painful.ā He murmured, reaching out to help you when you struggled with the strap, his fingers grazing your skin.
You stick your tongue out at him, trying to hide the fact that you were secretly preening at his words.
āFuck off.ā You huffed.
āSo rude.ā He murmured.
You roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant. āYou love me.ā You murmur, your breath hitching in your chest as his fingers trail over your skin. He chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder.
āDamn right I do.ā He murmured against your skin.
Something about the way he said it, the possessiveness in his tone, has your stomach doing flips. You try to shake off the feeling as Namjoon sits down next to you on the bench.
āCome here.ā He murmured, reaching out to pull you onto his lap. "Hug me."
You let out a small 'oomph' as he pulls you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck like usual.
Namjoon lets out a satisfied hum, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. The two of you sit there in comfortable silence, his fingers running up and down your back, tracing your spine.
After a few moments, Namjoon speaks up. āI hope we didnāt traumatize anyone.ā He murmured. His tone is light, a hint of humor underlying his words.
You let out a small chuckle, lifting your head from his neck to look at him. "You know we did." You joked.
Namjoon lets out a low chuckle. "I love you, angel." He murmured, his hands running up and down your back.
You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. "I love you too." You murmur against his skin. His hands slide up your back, reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of your neck.
He lets out a soft sigh, his arms tightening around you. You feel his nose nuzzle into your shoulder, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
āI wanna just stay like this forever.ā He murmured.
"You'd get sick of me." You murmured, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.
Namjoon shakes his head, his hands sliding up to cup your face. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes soft.
"No, I wouldnāt." He murmured, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. "Never."
You feel your heart flutter at his words, your stomach doing flips. His gaze is unwavering, his eyes searching your face, as if he's trying to commit every feature to memory.
You take in his face too, tracing the outline of his jaw with your fingers. "Never?" You murmur, your voice soft and vulnerable.
Namjoon's hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place. His other hand remains on your cheek; his thumb strokes your bottom lip. "Never." He says, his voice firm, certain. He leans in, his lips hovering close to yours. "Not in a million years."
SYNOPSIS: You stay late to practice and accidentally fall asleep in the studio. Chan finds you and his reaction is softer than you expect.
AUTHORāS NOTE: hiiii! i wanted to write something small n sweet, so hereās a tiny chan drabble for u guys <3 thank u sm for all the love on my recent posts, i appreciate u more than u know!! enjoy! n take care
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Characters are based on public personas only. Nothing here reflects real-life relationships or behavior. Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work to other platforms. Reblogs & comments are appreciated but never required!.
MASTERLIST:
You didnāt mean to fall asleep.
You were supposed to be practicing, just running the chorus a few more times before heading back to the dorm. But the studio was warm, the lights were dim, and the couch was way too comfortable for its own good.
So when Chan came looking for you, he found you curled up on the far end of the sofa, hoodie halfāzipped, hair messy, breathing soft and even.
He stopped in the doorway.
Justā¦ stopped.
His voice dropped to a whisper without him even thinking about it. āā¦oh.ā
He walked in quietly, closing the door with the gentlest click. He set his water bottle down, shrugged off his jacket, and crouched beside you.
Your hand was still loosely holding your phone, screen dimmed, music paused midāpractice.
āYou worked too hard again, starting to become like meā he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
You didnāt stir.
Chan smiled. That soft, warm smile he only ever showed when no one else was around. He reached for the blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over you, tucking it around your shoulders.
Then he hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then he sat down beside you, leaning back into the cushions. Your head naturally tipped toward him, landing against his shoulder like it belonged there.
He froze. Then melted.
Very slowly, he rested his cheek on top of your head.
āSleep,ā he whispered, voice low and fond. āIāll wake you later.ā
He didnāt. He ended up falling asleep too ā one arm around you, both of you breathing in sync, the studio quiet except for the soft hum of the speakers.
Two overworked idols, knocked out on the same couch.
Let me ask you, can you make fake texts of Chan or OT8 freaking out because one of their friends asked for our number and, since he hadn't confessed yet, pretended he didn't care? Something like "please don't go out with him, i was crazy, go out with me"
Not angst just fluff/funny
š² SKZ regretting giving their friend your phone number !
(long ass title srry)
a/n: thanks anon for this idea, it was fun to make!! hope you like it, mwaahh
warnings: explicit language (kindaaaa) in Jeongin's one
what to know: bang chan x gn!reader, sfw but suggestive themes, getting together, fwb's, kissing, chan's a nerd of an interesting variety, mentions of sex, very little dialogue, contracts and legal jargon
one day I'll write a bangchan one shot that isn't just a 'getting together' plot, but today is not that day
word count: 3.0k
recommended listening: what if love - up10tion
"I thought the NDA was the only thing I needed to sign?" you asked, sliding the binderāa literalĀ binderĀ with three rings and tabbed dividers and was this all color-coded?ācloser to yourself to flip open.
The first page was mostly blank, save for a title.
Private Partnership Agreement
Below it, in much smaller text, was:
Revision 7.0
You wondered if he'd known it would be this serious from the very first draft. You wouldn't put it past him.
The next page held a table of contents, and even that was no light reading with headings and subheadings galore.
"The NDA protects me," Chan answered as you skimmed. "This isn't really the same thing."
"It looks pretty similar," you muttered. Only difference was that he'd chosen a far better font.
"I promise it isn't," he swore. "The NDA is there because of my job. This would've existed even if I wasn't an idol."
You glanced up at him briefly, acknowledging that, before flipping to the next page where aĀ PurposeĀ heading stared back at you.
The purpose of this agreement is to establish expectations, boundaries, responsibilities, and procedures regarding the private relationship between the undersigned parties...
(To be honest, you skipped most of the rest as it turned into legal jargon. If it was truly important, you trusted that Chan would put it in bold or underline it.)
TheĀ BackgroundĀ section began on the next page. Just at a glance, you could tell it wasĀ long. You peeked at the following pages to see that it spanned at least three. Even without reading you could tell Chan had recorded and written down every single little thing that had led to this moment. You were simultaneously horrified, impressed, and endeared.
"I'll let you read," he said after clearing his throat, pushing himself away from the table to go busy himself elsewhere. "Let me know if you have any questions. I'll just be... around."
He walked out of the dining area, presumably to pace around and likely clean things that were pretty spotless to start with. He did the same thing whenever he sat you down to listen to his working tracks. For all his accolades, he still struggled with being judged.
You sighed and looked back down.
The parties have maintained a close personal relationship for approximately three years and seven months. During that period, said relationship has evolved beyond the parameters of a typical friendship while remaining undefined in nature.
You snorted.
(He'd go to his grave refusing to say the words friends-with-benefits.)
Over the last twenty-two months, the parties have developed a pattern of communication significantly exceeding that of a conventional friendship. Relevant examples include but are not limited to:
ā¢ A daily average of 127 text messages exchanged over a twelve-month period.Ā¹
No wonder your battery was always dead.
You read the associated footnote:
Ā¹ This figure excludes social media interactions, shared videos, and communication conducted through group chats.
Jesus Christ.
You made a mental note to ask how he'd calculated that later.
ā¢ The parties have established a pattern of prioritizing one another during periods of personal, professional, or emotional distress.
He provided in depth examples that led you on a nice stroll down memory lane.
There was the time he'd driven an hour out of the city because you'd texted him that your tire was flat. He hadn't known how to change said tire, but you learned together on YouTube once he got there.
The time you'd left a family gathering early because he'd had a rough week and sounded exhausted over the phone. This one had been for mostly selfish reasons, if you were being honest. You'd needed a good excuse to get away from your meddling aunts and uncles. But Chan had clearly thought it was a knight-in-shining-armor moment.
The time he'd cancelled plans with half his friend group to sit in an emergency room with you for six hours after a particularly unfortunate encounter with a paring knife (āWho even uses those?ā heād asked you). You remembered that one particularly well, mostly because you still had the scar and also because he'd spent the entire night arguing with the nurse about whether you needed more pain medication. The nurse had eventually started addressing questions to him instead of you.
Additionally, both parties have repeatedly engaged in behavior generally inconsistent with established social expectations regarding platonic relationships:
ā¢ Consistently selecting seating arrangements that resulted in unnecessary physical proximity.
ā¢ Maintaining physical contact for extended periods without apparent necessity.
ā¢ Utilizing personal pet names not commonly employed when addressing other friends.
ā¢ Sharing most, if not all, streaming accounts across personal devices.
ā¢ Repeated instances of third parties incorrectly assuming the parties were romantically involved.Ā²
According to the footnote, apparently there had been twenty-three separate incidents (that you guys knew of).
While the aforementioned behaviors may individually be explained through circumstances, context, or existing friendship dynamics, the frequency and intensity of such behaviors has increased significantly within the last six months.
Over the previous six-month period, the parties have spent an average of four nights per week in one another's residences.
Four? That couldn't possibly be right.
But the more you thought about it... yeah. Yeah, you did spend quite a bit of time 'round his, and he at yours.
The parties have increasingly demonstrated an expectation of access to one another's personal space without prior arrangement or invitation. Examples include entering residences without knocking, possession of spare keys, and taking up space in refrigerators and dressers without permission.
The parties have repeatedly defaulted to one another as primary companions for events, activities, and experiences generally associated with romantic partners.
Documented examples include, but are not limited to, the following:
a. June 18, 2025 ā Kim Family Summer Barbecue
The Second Party attended a family event hosted by the First Party despite having no familial obligation to do so. The Second Party remained at the event for approximately eight (8) hours and was subsequently included in multiple family photographs.
Note: Three (3) separate relatives later inquired as to the status of the relationship. The parties elected not to answer directly.
b. October 27, 2025 ā Halloween Event Attendance
The parties arrived at the event separately but departed together. Additionally, the parties coordinated what could only be described as a stereotypical 'couples costume'.
Photographic evidence attached in Appendix C.
c. February 14, 2026 ā Valentine's Day Dinner
The parties attended dinner together after both independently claimed they had "no plans." The reservation was made three (3) weeks in advance. Neither party acknowledged the significance of the date.
The drafting party believes this avoidance was deliberate.
d. April 6, 2026 ā Coastal Weekend Trip
The parties traveled approximately four (4) hours to attend a weekend festival. A total of six (6) hotel rooms were available to the larger group. The parties nevertheless elected to share one (1). When questioned regarding this decision, both parties stated it was "easier."
No further explanation was provided.
You turned the page.
The next divider was blue and the tab sticking out from the side read:Ā Current Relationship Status.
Following a review of the circumstances outlined in Section II (Background), the drafting party has determined that the current state of the relationship is no longer sustainable in its present form.
The relationship currently operates within a space that informally incorporates many of the benefits, expectations, and behavioral patterns commonly associated with romantic partnerships while simultaneously refusing to acknowledge or define said arrangements.
The drafting party further notes that continued reliance on phrases such as "we're just friends," "it's not like that," and "don't make it weird" has become increasingly ineffective.
While friendship remains a significant component of the relationship, it is the opinion of the drafting party that friendship alone no longer accurately describes the current circumstances.
Furthermore, existing attraction between the parties has been acknowledged repeatedly and by both parties. Recent events have rendered continued ambiguity increasingly impractical.
On May 14, 2026, the parties mutually agreed to pursue a physical relationship.
Subsequent discussions resulted in a mutual decision to explore said relationship in a manner intended to preserve the existing friendship while allowing for physical intimacy. The drafting party acknowledges that this arrangement was initially viewed as a practical solution to circumstances already present.
However, further review has revealed several concerns.
Primary concern: The proposed arrangement assumes the existence of a friendship capable of remaining unchanged.
Accordingly, the drafting party believes it would be irresponsible to proceed under the assumption that physical involvement represents the sole objective of this agreement.
The next heading read:
Risk Assessment
The drafting party has identified several risks associated with proceeding under the framework of a purely physical arrangement.
Risk #1: Existing Behavioral Patterns
The parties already engage in activities commonly associated with romantic relationships. As a result, distinguishing between "friends engaging in physical intimacy" and "romantic partners" may prove operationally difficult.
Risk #2: Escalation
The drafting party has concerns regarding the assumption that feelings, expectations, or attachment levels will remain static following the introduction of physical intimacy.
Historical evidence suggests the opposite outcome is more likely.
Apparently "historical evidence" referred to every previous attempt either of you had made to draw boundaries when every single one had failed. The friendship had simply absorbed the boundary and kept moving.
No overnight stays.Ā Failed.
No calling after midnight.Ā Failed.
No introducing each other to family members.Ā Failed.
No becoming emergency contacts.Ā Failed.
No kissing.Ā Failed (spectacularly).
You found yourself smiling, mostly because you'd forgotten half of these were supposed to be boundaries in the first place. They were just a part of who you were together now.
The drafting party respectfully submits that the relationship has demonstrated a troubling tendency to become more serious whenever efforts are made to prevent it from doing so.
Risk #3: The Drafting Party
The drafting party has attempted to evaluate this proposal from a practical perspective. This effort has been largely unsuccessful.
The next divider was green, and the tab read:Ā Conclusions and Recommendations.
Following review of the circumstances outlined herein, the drafting party submits the following conclusions:
Conclusion 1:Ā The relationship ceased to qualify as a conventional friendship some time ago.
Conclusion 2:Ā Existing emotional investment between the parties exceeds that which would reasonably be expected from a casual physical arrangement.
Conclusion 3:Ā The introduction of physical intimacy is unlikely to simplify the relationship and may, in fact, complicate matters considerably.
Conclusion 4:Ā The parties are already operating under many of the expectations commonly associated with a committed romantic relationship.
Recommendation:
That the parties discontinue efforts to maintain an artificial distinction between friendship, physical intimacy, and romantic attachment, and instead acknowledge the relationship for what it has already become.
You turned the page. The final sheet was almost entirely blank with a short blurb at the top.
Proposed Agreement
The undersigned parties hereby agree to enter into an exclusive romantic relationship and to approach said relationship with honesty, communication, mutual respect, and a willingness to stop making things unnecessarily complicated.
Anyone could buy flowers. Anyone could plan a fancy dinner. It took a very specific kind of person to create a thirty-page report proving he had feelings for someone.
Your gaze drifted further down the page.
The signature section occupied the bottom half. There were lines for signatures, dates, and initials, naturally. You would have been more surprised if there hadn't been.
The left side had already been completed.
You recognized Chan's signature (and not the one he used for autographsāhis true signature), the familiar looping handwriting sitting neatly on the line beneath his printed name, Christopher Chahn Bahng. Next to it sat the date he'd signed it, which was yesterday, presumably the day he'd printed it all out. Below that, pressed into the corner with bright red ink, was a dojang stamp.
The only blank line left was yours.
Your eyes lifted toward the kitchen. He was out of sight, but you could almost sense him freaking out in there, probably biting his fingernails down to nubs.
"Is this why you never let me play games on your laptop?" you called, flipping through the appendices that followed the signature page. You smiled, seeing screenshots of text threads, pictures of you both engaging in what was indubitably PDA, and even a transcript of a drunken voicemail you left him (he really had no mercy). "You were afraid I'd see this sitting in your docs?"
Chan appeared in the doorway, and you nearly laughed in his face.
You'd known him for years. You'd seen him perform in front of thousands of people. You'd seen him handle interviews, negotiations, deadlines, and more stressful situations than you could count.
And yet, you had never seen him look quite this embarrassed.
His face was bright red, from his ears all the way down to his neck.
"You know," you said, resting a hand on Exhibit E-7 (a scan of a photobooth strip where you kissed his cheek), "most people just ask."
"I know." Chan rubbed the back of his neck. "In my defense, I wasn't planning for it to get that long. The first draft truly was just about sex."
Your interest piqued as you straightened brightly. "Can I read that one?"
"Absolutely not."
You'd read it someday, with enough needling. But that could only happen if you signed the new dotted line he'd provided you with.
Poor you.
You picked up the fountain pen he'd dropped off with the binder earlier, and you saw his eyes follow your hand. You leafed through the pages with deliberate slowness, letting the them fall into place until the signature sheet was visible again.
You brought the pen down near the signature line. The tip touched the paper for half a second, and you felt his breath catch in a way he probably didn't realize was audible... and you lifted the pen again, leaned back in your chair, and smiled to yourself.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and you knew he was physically trying to remain patient. When he opened them again, he looked more resigned than anything else. "If you have a question, just ask it."
You glanced up at him. "Just one?"
"I will answer as many questions as you like," he said kindly, though his smile looked strained.
You considered that for a moment and proceeded to abuse the privilege.
"Okay. First question."
Chan nodded.
"What changes?"
His expression softened slightly, probably because that was a real question. "Not much, honestly."
"Christopher." You raised an eyebrow.
"I'm serious." He stepped further into the dining room, resting a shoulder against the wall. "We already spend most of our time together. We already know each other's families. We already have keys to each other's apartments."
"All true."
"We already act like..." He trailed off.
"A couple?" you supplied.
"Yeah," he admitted, the word visibly giving him a shiver. "That. Itās merely an official label."
"Okay." You smiled to yourself and looked back down at the signature page. "Follow-up question."
"Go ahead." He sighed.
"If not much changes, why does this matter so much?"
That wiped the amusement clean off his face.
Yes, okay, you were aware that your words were unnecessarily combative. But you were always told to get all the info before signing anything to avoid scammers (of course, Chan was not a scammer, but the itās the principle of the thing).
For a moment, he was quiet. Not because he didn't have an answerāhe always had an answer. But he was probably writing it out in his head, reading it over and fixing typos.
Eventually, he exhaled. "Because the whole point of a casual arrangement is that it's temporary. There's an understanding that it isn't permanent. Maybe someone starts dating someone else. Maybe feelings change. Maybe life gets busy. Maybe somebody decides they're done."
You stared at him and he stared right back.
"I don't want to build something with an expiration date." He practically stared right into the depths of your soul. "Not with you."
"You think I'm going somewhere?" you asked through the raging beat of your heart.
"I don't wanna risk it," he said.
You stared back at him for a moment, and then another. And somewhere between one heartbeat and the next, the smile that had been threatening at the corners of your mouth finally won.
Chan must have noticed with the way his shoulders loosened considerably. The poor man had probably been monitoring your facial expressions the same way he'd monitored the rest of your relationship. You'd have to tell him to take it easy once in a while, seriously.
You picked up the fountain pen again and held it over the page. You debated asking one teeny tiny last question, but finally deciding you'd tortured him enough for one evening, you lowered the pen to the paper.
You took your time. Partly because fountain pens were difficult, partly because if you were going to sign a relationship contract, your signature was going to look nice. (It was never too early to practice for the marriage license, right?)
The nib glided across the paper, and by the end of it, your name sat neatly next to his.
For a moment, you simply looked at it.
At his name.
At yours.
They looked good together.
You leaned back in your chair, admiring your work for a second more before reaching for the cap of the pen, when suddenly the chair lurched and scraped backwards.
You yelped, unbalanced.
"What theā"
Chan had somehow crossed the entire room in a single instant, one hand gripping the back of your chair as he dragged it away from the table with the strength of a hundred men.
"Chris!"
The laugh barely made it out of your mouth before he was kissing you, and any witty comment you might have had disappeared immediately.
You and Chan had kissed plenty (particularly in the last couple months, but even before then too), so you thought you were familiar with his kissing, with his lips, by now.
Oh, how wrong you were.
He was hungry. Just utterly starved. That was the only way you could describe it.
He kissed you deeply, completely, as though he intended to make up for every moment he'd spent second-guessing himself over the last few months.
His hand slid from the back of the chair to your jaw, thumb brushing briefly against your cheek as he leaned down further.
The angle forced your chin up, and he followed instinctively, deepening the kiss until your fingers (which had long since dropped the pen somewhere on the ground) found the front of his shirt just to steady yourself. The fabric twisted beneath your grip, but he didn't seem to notice. If anything, he leaned into you more, crowding you in the chair until the dining room, the binder, the tableāall of itāfell away.
You could feel the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth even as he kissed you.
When he finally broke away, it lasted all of half a heartbeat before he was back again, stealing another kiss that was somehow softer than the first without being any less consuming. You laughed quietly against his lips, the sound muffled between you, and he answered with another grin you could feel more than see.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, a thought surfaced.
Sealing deals must really get him going.
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ā Hello! Welcome to my first big blog post!! After years of using this account to lurk and silently read amazing fan fics by amazing authors, Iāve decided to share some of my all-time favorite Jungkook fics. Some of these are fics I read a while back, but they've stuck with me the most over the years and have truly altered my brain chemistry. This is my token of appreciation for the talented authors who are on here and work so hard to give us such creative and enjoyable readings (and for free too <3). These lists I create will also help me sort through my likes page (LOL). Reading such creative writing has truly made my time being an army the best. The joy and rush of adrenaline I feel truly cannot be replaced. Summer is upon us, so I hope to post more fic rec lists like these for other members and hope to be more active on here!Ā
I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did, and if you care to indulge in convos about any of these, please feel free to comment or reblog! Happy Reading! š
(S, F, 15.5k words) Roomies to lovers, slow burn, Vanilla Shy Jungkook (with a cherry on top), noona reader, losing virginity, trapped inside
Summary: Whatās better than hot chocolate on a winter day? Being trapped when a blizzard hits town, forcing close proximity with you and your shy, awkward roommate. To make matters worse, the power gets cut in the middle of his shower. Which also means no heating. This is an OG read and THE definition of roommates to lovers.Ā
ā Do me a favour? By @red-exo
(S,F, ~2k words) Neighbor, single dad Jungkook, neighbor reader
Summary: You used to ask the nice single dad in the apartment next to yours to open jars for you. Then he moved out and the new neighbour was... different to say the least. Handsome, polite, and talented. You were in trouble.
Summary: in the midst of overhearing your shy boyfriendās conversation about his fantasies, you make it your plan for them to come true.Ā
ā depend on me by @kooktrash
(S, F, 13.k) bunnygirl reader, human jungkook, childhood friends to loversĀ
Summary: youāre so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and youāre both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. youāve always loved him but he canāt see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind
Summary: You canāt believe this is Jungkookās preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube.
ā commercial break ; SIX by @1kook
(S, F, 1.8k words) Domestic JK with straight smut and an impreg kink
Summary: Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out.
ā EXPLORER by @1kook
(S, F, 17.8k words) Alien JK, Strangers to friends to loversĀ
Summary: Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.Ā
ā„ļø Cherry Flavored by @jungkookstatts
(S, ~5k words) Boyfriend and biker JKĀ
Summary: Your biker boyfriend takes you on a joyride.
ā behind your touch by @caramelkoo
(S, ~3k words) husband JK, Wife ReaderĀ
Summary: The introverted couple decides it's time to experiment and explore their intimacy.
ā think i need someone older by @redcherrykook
(S, F ~2k words) older Boyfriend JK, inexperienced reader
Summary: You decide itās time to lose your virginity with your older boyfriend.Ā
ā No Pressure by @voitier
(S, 2k words) Boyfriend JK, inexperienced readerĀ
Summary: your angel of a boyfriend always respected your wishes and boundaries. but what happens when you feel your resolutions slowly crumble to the ground?
ā Hold on to me by @kooklovee
(S, A, 11k words) Ceo Husband JK, Wife Reader, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Your husband forgets your second anniversary. What starts as disappointment and heartbreak soon spirals into doubt- about your love, your marriage & whether he even sees you anymore. But when Jungkook realizes his mistake, heās willing to do anything to prove that his love has never wavered
Summary: in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.
ā„ļø roommates to lovers by @ohhowjooniewept
(S,A,F, ~13k words) roommates JK to lovers
Summary: in which your roommate is awfully yearning for you. Note: this was my first read from this author and oh my gosh they are such amazing writers. I've never enjoyed anyone's reading as much as I did with this author. PLEASE check them out.
ā„ļø Exās to lovers by @ohhowjooniewept
(S,A,F, ~12k words) exās to lovers
Summary: in which your stupid hot tattoo artist ex tries to win you back
ā„ļø Sacred Desires by @ggukiebar
(S, 20.6k words) priest JK, sinful reader
Summary: desperate to see if a man devoted to god will unravel, you test his faith with your sweet, deceptive innocenceāseducing fr. jeon until his devotion no longer belongs to godā¦but to you. Note: this is one of my latest read and when I tell you the way I was fucking gagged after this readā¦ yeah go read it.Ā
SERIESĀ
Ā ā„ļø Entangled by @caelesjjk
(S, 3 Chapters, on haitus) spidey JK, venom taehyung, love triangle
Summary: in which your boyfriend is Spiderman and has been a bit too busy saving the world from the latest catastrophe caused by Venom.Ā
Ā ā„ļø Open Arms by @doomgurlficss
(F, 13 chapters) Single Dad JK, Gentle Caretaker reader, Slow burn
Summary: After a devastating loss, Jungkook is left to raise his newborn daughter aloneāand barely holding it together. Desperate for help, he hires a live-in caretaker: you. Your job is to care for the baby, but it doesnāt take long to see Jungkook needs just as much healing. And sometimes, love finds its way in through the cracks. Note: ugh fluff, fluff FLUFF, tension, tension TENSION! Slow BURNN!
ā Bound by Vows by @gukcnt
(A,F,S, 14 chapters, Ongoing) Rich Ceo JK, Shy reader, arranged marriage, slow burn, strangers to lovers
Summary: your world crumbles when you're forced into a marriage with jeon jungkook, a man whose commanding presence terrifies you, reminding you of your father's cruelty. yet beneath his coldness, jungkookās unexpected kindness stirs a spark of hope, making you question everything you fear. your life together startsāan emotional journey of two hearts seeking comfort, healing and a chance at love
DRABBLES: Short on time? Read my favs on the go! (1k or less)Ā
ā 19:14pm by @yehetbitchtrash (S)
ā Inexperienced by @1kook (S)
ā Overstimulated by @1kook (S)
ā Did somone say DILF JK? by @lavishedinjimin (S)
ā Cum Play by @your-daily-biaswreckingĀ (S)
ā You've reached the end my lovely readers! If you enjoyed this list as much as I had fun making it, please like/reblog so others can enjoy too! This is only a small portion of what I've read for JK (maybe rec list part 2?). I might be doing a Seokjin fic list next! Thank you for your time, and I hope these fics get the recognition they deserve!
Heās a star in front of thousands, but behind the cameras, heās just yoursāalways looking for you, always finding you. between rehearsals, quiet rides through neon streets, and stolen moments in empty rooms, itās always the same pull back to each other.
dramatic, intimate, establishedārelationship
The studio feels far too bright for the hour, the kind of brightness that ignores the fact that itās well past midnight and insists on turning everything into sharp reflections and polished edges. The lights bounce off mirrors and metal stands, stretching across the floor in long, sterile streaks that make the entire space feel suspended between reality and something dreamlike. Iāve been here countless times before, waiting through shoots, schedules, rehearsalsābut tonight the air feels different, charged in a way I canāt quite name. Maybe itās the hour. Maybe itās the exhaustion. Or maybe itās simply him.
Jungkook stands in the center of the set like he was carved for this exact moment, like the light itself bends toward him out of instinct. His shirt hangs open just enough to reveal the familiar lines of his torso, the ones Iāve traced with my own hands more times than I can count. The faint edge of his Calvin Klein waistband peeks above his trousers, and even though Iāve seen him like this in far more intimate settings, something about the way he holds himself under these lights makes my breath catch. He rolls his shoulders between shots, runs a hand through his hair, exhales slowly as the photographer adjusts anglesāand every movement feels like a reminder of the quiet gravity he carries without trying.
I tell myself not to stare.
But I always stare.
Heās mine, after all.
And he knows it.
Every so often, his gaze drifts across the room, cutting through the noise and the lights until it finds me. Not by accident. Never by accident. His eyes linger just long enough to make my pulse jump, just long enough to remind me that even in a room full of people, heās aware of meāof my presence, my attention, my heartbeat.
āBreak!ā
The call slices through the air, and the room shifts instantly into motion. Staff members move in, voices rise, equipment clatters. But Jungkook doesnāt turn to them. He turns to me, already walking with that quiet certainty that always makes something inside me tighten.
āYou came,ā he says when he reaches me, his voice softer now, stripped of the performance edge he uses for the camera.
āI always come,ā I reply, and this time my voice doesnāt waver. Itās the truth. Iāve been by his side long enough that showing up feels like instinct.
He studies my face with that familiar intensity, the kind that makes me feel seen in a way thatās both grounding and overwhelming. His eyes flick briefly to my lips before returning to mine, and the subtle shift in his expression sends a warm pull through my chest.
āYou were watching me,ā he murmursānot accusing, not teasing, just stating what he already knows.
I let out a breath. āYou make it impossible not to.ā
A slow smirk curves his mouth, the one that always gives him away.
āGood.ā
Someone calls his name from across the studio, and he sighs, reluctant. As he steps back, his fingers brush mineālight, fleeting, but familiar enough to send a quiet spark up my arm.
āWait for me,ā he says.
And of course I will. I always do.
The city feels different at night, like itās breathing slower, deeper. The streets glow with reflections of neon signs and passing headlights, and everything feels suspended in a kind of restless calm. Iāve ridden behind him on his motorcycle more times than I can count, but the feeling never changesāthe hum of the engine beneath us, the wind rushing past, the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
My arms wrap around his waist automatically, my cheek resting lightly against his back as he weaves through the quiet streets with the kind of confidence that makes me feel both safe and breathless. Every turn pulls me closer, every acceleration makes my grip tighten. He knows exactly what heās doing, and he knows exactly what it does to me.
At a red light, he shifts slightlyāand his hand reaches back, fingers brushing my thigh in a slow, deliberate squeeze that sends a jolt straight through me. He doesnāt look back. He doesnāt need to. Weāve been together long enough that he can read my reactions without seeing my face.
His apartment is quiet when we step inside, the kind of quiet that feels warm rather than empty. The soft lighting casts gentle shadows across the room, replacing the harsh brightness of the studio with something far more intimate. The door clicks shut behind us, and the silence settles around us like a familiar blanket.
āYou couldnāt stop staring earlier,ā he says from behind me, his voice low enough to send a shiver down my spine.
I turn to face him, my heartbeat already picking up. āYou noticed.ā
āI always notice you.ā
He says it like itās the simplest truth in the world.
He steps closer, his hand brushing along my arm before settling at my shoulder, his touch warm and steady. Thereās no hesitation in the way he looks at meājust certainty, the kind that comes from knowing someone deeply, fully.
āTell me,ā he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. āWhat were you thinking?ā
I swallow. āThat you looked unreal tonight.ā
Something shifts in his expression, something warm and intense.
āOnly looked?ā he asks, voice dipping lower.
I donāt get the chance to answer before he closes the distance, his forehead nearly touching mine, his breath warm against my lips. His fingers tilt my chin up gently, guiding my gaze back to his.
āThen donāt hold back now.ā
When he leans in, I meet him halfway.
The kiss is slow at first, familiar and grounding, the kind of kiss that carries the weight of every moment weāve shared. My hands curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, and his arm wraps around my waist with a certainty that makes my chest tighten. The world narrows to the warmth of his mouth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the quiet hum of something deeper between us.
When we finally pull back, our foreheads rest together, breaths uneven.
Kissing him felt natural, like something Iād always known. But tonight, kissing him wasnāt enough. I craved more, a deeper connection, a desire to feel every part of him. I staddle him already feeling his cock harden underneath his tight Calvin Klein jeans. Jungkook deepened the kiss as I started to slowly grind on top of him.
āRide me babyā¦.use meā Jungkook growled with desire
His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me. I moved with a rhythm that matched the pounding of our hearts, feeling the tension build between us. The room was filled with the sound of our breaths and the soft rustle of fabric. I could feel his hands exploring my body, pulling me closer, as if he couldnāt get enough of me either.
Every touch, every kiss, was electric, and I knew this was more than just a moment of passion. It was a connection that transcended words, a bond that felt unbreakable. As we lost ourselves in each other, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in our own private universe.
āPlease Jungkook, I wanna feel youā and with that we started taking off our clothesā¦aching to feel each other as much as possible. What began as something innocent transformed into a passionate display. I could almost feel him growing harder if that was possible. His insertion filled us with euphoria, a perfect blend of emotions and sensations. The world outside faded away leaving just the two of us in our own private universe. Reaching the peak of our passion the release was overwhelming a harmonious blend of emotions and sensations that left us breathless and content.
āYouāre staying,ā he whispers.
I nod without thinking.
I always stay.
Morning arrives gently, sunlight filtering through the curtains in soft gold. Jungkook stirs beside me, reaching for his phone with a sleepy groan.
āScheduleā¦ā he mutters.
āConcert day,ā I remind him.
He turns his head toward me, and despite the exhaustion, his expression softens in that way it always does when he looks at me first thing in the morning.
āYouāre coming,ā he saysānot asking, just knowing.
āI am,ā I say, because I always do.
He smiles, leaning closer until his nose brushes mine. āGood. Iāll look for you.ā
Backstage is chaos, but Iāve learned to navigate it. The noise, the rushing staff, the distant roar of the crowdāit all blends into something electric. And then the lights drop, and BTS steps onto the stage.
Jungkook transforms instantly, slipping into that version of himself that belongs to the worldāthe performer, the powerhouse, the one who commands the stage like itās an extension of his body. But even then, even in the middle of thousands of screaming fans, I can still see the man I woke up beside.
And thenā
for just a momentā
he turns his head.
His eyes find mine.
Even from across the arena, even through the lights and the noise, the look is unmistakable. Itās the same one from the studio, from his apartment, from every quiet moment in between.
Like no matter where he is, heās still anchored to me.
After the show, everything blurs againāvoices, movement, adrenalineābut when he finally reaches me backstage, the world quiets. His hand finds mine instantly, warm and familiar, grounding me in a way nothing else can.
āStay with me tonight too,ā he murmurs, his voice low and certain.
And this timeā
just like every timeā
I donāt hesitate.
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