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[joon4eva]

DON’T EVER SAY LOVE ME (KNJ)

summary: during your year-long apprenticeship in seoul, you cross paths with namjoon, who coincidentally lives in the same building as you. you eventually become friends, although he's strangely cryptic and mysterious — but you like him. or: you have no idea that namjoon is actually kim namjoon from bts, and he deliberately keeps his superstar status a secret from you.

pairing: namjoon x f!reader

genre: fluff ✰ eventual smut ✰ angst / idol au

rating: explicit (minors dni)

word count: ~2,754

tags/warnings: brief mention of wisdom tooth removal, i think i said namjoon was big like 10 times just to make sure the readers could understand that he's big ok? nothing else, really.

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you're standing in the confined space of the elevator, staring blankly at the illuminated grid of glowing floor numbers. the lingering effects of novocain render your gums numb, their throbbing pulsations in sync with your pulse. your jaw feels like it's just gone twelve rounds with a heavyweight boxer, thanks to the dentist spending what felt like forever yanking out your wisdom teeth. and you're three years overdue, just to add insult to injury.

all you crave now is some ice cream to soothe your aching mouth, and perhaps a nap, preferably with your face nestled against some ice. you're miles away in your thoughts when you hear someone call, “hold the elevator, please!”

your hand automatically shoots out to jab the hold button and a man stumbles in, juggling a large box overflowing with what seems like recording equipment and sleek headphones. you faintly discern disjointed strings of korean spilling from his lips – perhaps chastising himself for being in such a hurry.

“thank you so much,” he pants between breaths. his radiant smile is so irresistibly infectious that despite the soreness in your mouth, you find yourself returning his grin.

he looks familiar; strangely familiar. your brain is still fuzzy from the medication they gave you at the dentist, but it's hard to imagine that someone would flash such a charming smile unless they knew you personally.

honey skin and full lips, he's dressed in an effortlessly stylish manner – wearing a gray crew neck sweater paired with dark jeans and clean white sneakers. his dark hair falls just above his brow, yet appears carefree enough to suggest he hasn't spent hours fussing over it - a masterful balance, no doubt.

he's still smiling at you and you realize that while lost in thought, you've continued to stare at him far longer than would be considered socially acceptable. but truthfully speaking, how can anyone blame you? in your defense, he’s 100% the most beautiful person you've seen up close in a long, long time. his amber eyes are warm – eyes which radiate a warmth that pushes through the harsh, artificial glare of the elevator's fluorescent lighting and oh— dimples.

you muster all your strength to form a sentence, cotton stuffed in your mouth making it difficult to speak clearly. "whath's…uh…all thuh 'quiment for?" you manage to say.

he hesitates briefly and glances between you and the box cradled in his arms, seeming to weigh his response carefully. "it's for a friend of mine," he explains, looking back up at your curious gaze. "they're really into music and…well, you know...stuff."

"mmm," you mutter through the cotton wad while nodding. " 's nice." another grin flashes across his face – and damn if he doesn't also have a perfect set of teeth. how fucking unfair. the sheer injustice of it all!

and there you are, probably gawking like a thirsty fish—which is not far off from your reality as you feel drool trickling from your mouth and onto your chin. swiftly, you cover your mouth with your hand - too little too late.

"i'm namjoon, by the way," he says just as the elevator grinds to a halt on your floor, and with a gentle chime, the metallic doors glide apart. you nod politely, giving a small, uncertain bow – unsure if that's even the right gesture. his smile shifts to one of sympathy as he bids you farewell: "hope you feel better soon."

unbelievable! not just drool worthy but kind as well—how?!

this fact leaves you feeling both mortified and bewildered in equal measure. eager to extricate yourself from this awkward encounter, you rush out of the elevator and sprint down the hallway leading to your apartment. your fingers rapidly tap in the keypad code on your door, allowing you quick access inside.

still reeling from sheer mortification and disbelief, you beeline for the kitchen in search of anything that could provide relief for your swollen cheeks. a bag of frozen peas seems like an excellent option, and you rummage through your freezer until you locate it.

when turning around with your newly acquired remedy in hand, you suddenly find yourself staring back at your reflection in a nearby mirror - cheeks puffed out like chipmunk storing food and a slimy line of drool soiling your shirt. you can't help but sigh dejectedly: well, fuck.

with an expletive escaping your lips in frustration - though muffled by the cold bag of peas that now presses against your face - you let out a feeble groan of self-pity.

here's hoping this big wide world has enough space for you and your hot neighbor to never cross paths ever again.

—

the next time you see namjoon, you're standing in the lobby, balancing a heavy cardboard box full of groceries. this time, you're relieved there's no cotton stuffed in your mouth and no trace of drool. but you're struggling against gravity to keep your balance in front of the elevator doors when they finally and suddenly spring open.

before your brain can fully register the situation, the echo of hurried footsteps draws nearer from behind, followed by a deep, soothing voice.

"hey, let me help you with that."

you slowly pivot around to face the voice, and there he is: namjoon stands tall in a bucket hat and a face mask, both of which obscure his features.

his towering stature effectively eclipses most of the elaborately decorated lobby as he extends his arms toward the heavy box.

you're acutely aware of the way the tips of his fingers brush against your skin as he lifts the box effortlessly from your grip and fluidly steps into the gleaming elevator beside you. he presses the button for your floor, then repositions the box for comfort as he holds it securely against his broad chest. for a brief moment, he rests it on the polished railing within the elevator before using his now-free hand to lower his face mask.

his smile widens a fraction as he recognizes the confused look on your face.

"what?"

"nothing," you shake your head, trying to clear the disorientation from your mind. "just thank you, that's all."

he nods at that, eyes lighting up like some cosmic event - nothing less than your personal big bang moment playing out right here in your building’s elevator.

he hoists the box back into his arms, the unmistakable flex of his muscles catches your attention; it takes all your willpower not to let your gaze linger for too long.

"all good," he smiles, as usual. there's a glint of curiosity in his eyes, and they're bright and sparkling, seemingly intent on taking in every feature of your face; as if trying to commit every detail to memory. you see that his eyes are dark and his lips are turned up and his smile is so adorably crooked that it makes your heart jump in your throat because how could the universe be this kind?

with a warmth creeping up your cheeks, you force yourself to look away – as though focusing on the illuminated numbers lighting up above the doors would help alleviate the butterflies playing tag in your belly. it's a futile attempt, but one you cling to nonetheless.

the soft hum of the elevator fills the silence between you two as it continues to climb to higher floors.

"been in seoul long?" he cuts through the quiet.

"oh. yeah, a couple of weeks now? work stuff," you respond, briefly making eye contact before shifting your gaze back to the elevator buttons.

"ah, i see. how are you liking it so far?"

"i like it. seoul is pretty nice. lots to do and see, but kinda overwhelming sometimes," you admit.

he nods thoughtfully. "seoul can be tough to navigate at first, but i'm sure you'll find your footing soon enough."

the elevator finally reaches your floor, and the doors slide open with a soft chime. namjoon carefully steps out into the hallway while still cradling the heavy box in his arms.

"thank you again for your help," you say gratefully as you both walk towards your door.

"it's my pleasure. always happy to help neighbors," namjoon says, giving you another warm smile.

punching your access code into the doorstep keypad, the door gives a satisfying click and swings open, granting you entry into your home.

namjoon's following right behind you, shooting you a kind of shy grin that says he's not quite sure if he's intruding. he steps in carefully, shoes left dutifully by the entrance.

you shut the door, leaving the world outside, and watch him soak up your living space — his eyes roam from wall to wall, taking in everything from photos in their shiny frames to the worn-out rug under your feet to the dash of green from the potted plants by the window.

stepping out of your own shoes, you quickly clear your throat to dispel any lingering nervousness.

"uh, you can put the groceries on the counter over there," you gesture somewhat awkwardly towards the kitchen area.

namjoon strolls into your space confidently, while you linger in the doorway watching him move around inside your house.

he reaches the island counter that dominates a portion of the kitchen space and carefully places the box down upon it. the sight of him standing in your kitchen ignites a pleasant warmth to bloom in your chest, although you can't help but appreciate his broad back and the way those jeans hug his—no. focus. focus.

"do i help or are you kicking me out already?" he quips, not waiting for a response before he starts reaching into the box to pull out your items. your eyes grow wide at his initiative but he only grins wide and teasing at your surprise.

oh god. there's no way you can avoid melting under that smile.

get it together. he's just helping with the groceries.

you bite your lip to stifle a giggle, trying to hold it together. "no, i could use some help. thank you," you say, managing to sound more composed than you feel.

and so you join him, your bodies brushing against each other unintentionally as you both navigate through the tight spaces of your kitchen - quick glances exchanged and shy smiles adorning both your faces.

it feels sort of like he owns the place already. there's something very powerful about that thought -- that this person might actually belong here with you someday. ridiculous really, considering you barely remember him from last week's encounter, with you looking like some bizarre cotton-stuffed troll no less.

but he stands there so gracefully putting away your items, and his fingers brush between yours when he hands you items out of the box, and all these things somehow make your heart play its own little drum solo each time. it’s not long before your initial nervousness fades away completely.

"what about you?" you ask. "what do you do for work?"

"well," he says, carefully stacking the canned goods in your pantry. he hesitates for a moment before answering, "i work... in business management at an office nearby." he doesn't quite meet your eyes as his voice trails off.

"oh, cool. been doing that long?"

he pauses thoughtfully, his eyes momentarily drifting away before locking back onto yours. "10 years now?" there's a brief flicker of uncertainty in his eyes before it vanishes as quickly as it appeared.

"damn, it looks like one of us is doing enough for both," namjoon teases, holding up two wine bottles from the last of your grocery bags. "quite a collection for someone who just moved in."

a giggle rushes up to your lips while your head shakes in denial. "it's nothing much, honestly. just like a glass or two after work. you drink?"

namjoon grins at your response, leaning against the kitchen counter with a bottle in each hand. "now and then, i appreciate a good wine. my experience is more on the korean liquors though."

your eyebrows lift intrigued, "korean liquors?"

he nods, setting down the bottles on the counter with a soft clink. "yeah, you know, like soju, makgeolli, cheongju."

"soju - that's familiar. but the rest…not so much," you muse aloud, resting your chin delicately on folded hands.

"well," he rocks back and forth on his heels as he returns the bottles back to their chilled home - your fridge – following up with a casual proposition, "when you're ready to try something new, just let me know. korean liquors are quite…different."

"hmm?” a smile pulls at the corners of your mouth before breaking into full bloom, "i'll hold you to that."

his eyes twinkle and he smiles back at you. "can't wait," is all he says before going back to tidying up your pantry.

your eyes wander to him before you can stop yourself, observing him for a moment as he continues organizing your pantry. his shirt rides up subtly as he stretches on his tiptoes, revealing a sliver of his abdomen and the calvin klein label peeking out from the waistband of his jeans. a thin layer of perspiration creeps across the back of your neck - so is this how a turn-on heart attack feels like?

everything about namjoon seemed perfectly put together—considered— and yet there is an elegance about him that makes him seem more than what meets the eye. you find yourself engrossed in every bit of him: outstretched arms that seemed capable of embracing the world, shoulders that peeked from underneath his thin shirt claiming his space confidently; broad legs that filled his pants as if they'd been molded for him alone…every inch of him seemed to be sculpted out of porcelain or marble or some other entirely beautiful material that didn't actually exist in real life.

okay, so maybe your heart is doing summersaults. so maybe you were crushing just a tad.

you yank your wandering eyes away, afraid you'll get caught if you let them linger too long. you're here in seoul for work, you remind yourself; just work, and wine of course.

when the last grocery bag is emptied, namjoon's arms reach high above his head in an over-the-top stretch, an exaggerated grunt escaping his lips. his gaze glides past you, landing on the sun-filled window showcasing your plants neatly lined in a row.

with curiosity lighting his eyes, he wanders over to investigate, humming a soft tune under his breath. crouching down for a closer look, he turns to you and asks, "how long have you been growing these?"

"not too long," you reply, moving to join him by the window. "the office gave them to me as a welcome gift when i got here, actually. and since then it's sort of become my hobby. i'm hoping to add some more soon."

his fingers gently graze the leaves, a faint smile forming on his lips. your heart fluttered at the sight - him crouching there with sunlight hitting his skin just right, giving it this radiant golden hue that artists would have wept over. he couldn't be real.

your train of thought is suddenly derailed by a buzzing noise. namjoon, standing in an instant, reaches into his back pocket and retrieves his phone. he scans over the screen, sighs, then runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

"i hate to do this," he starts, sounding genuinely sorry. "but i gotta go. it looks like i'm working late today."

"oh, it's fine!" you dismiss lightly with a flick of your hand despite feeling strangely disappointed about him leaving.

"thanks for your help," you manage to say with a smile even though you felt a drag in your gut. you had gotten far too comfortable around him and his sudden departure made you realize how greedy you were being. you weren’t staying in seoul forever after all. such strong anticipation already - what are you expecting?

but namjoon's smile is warm, appreciative. his eyes survey you for a second, seemingly as if he's contemplating something, before they flicker back to his phone screen.

his thumb flicks across it, quickly unlocking it before he offers the device to you, the blank keypad glowing bright against your surprised eyes. "how about you give me your number?" he asks casually, his smirk gaining confidence at your stunned silence.

"y’know…just in case those grocery bags get too heavy again."

and so the next day arrived along with the morning sun - another day of anticipation and surprisingly enough, so did a delivery of five gorgeous green plants right at your doorstep.

[j-onedrabbles]

𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: meeting him was a chance. being introduced to the other seven was something else. signing yourself to all eight of them? your own damn choice. but who wouldn't give up their chance to be the devilish angel for 8 hot men? even if it was for money and lust. 𝔠𝔴: 18+ MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!, smut, cursing, more specifics in each chapter, ot8 x fem reader, non idol au, business au, sugar baby reader? (idk yet), mafia au 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: open! comment, dm, send me an ask or fill out this form to be added. PLEASE DO HAVE YOUR AGE SOMEWHERE ON YOUR ACCOUNT; ONLY 18 AND OLDER WILL BE ADDED DUE TO NSFW THEMES 𝔞/𝔫: like my lee know au, don't know what the fuck I'm doing with this story but this is gonna be out to just gain interest till i figure it out. Just this lil thought was running in my head for a couple days and I'm deciding to share a bit of it

𝔒𝔑𝔈: 𝔐𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ♢more coming soon♢

[dwaekkilinos]

savior complex: series masterlist

summary: Your father had wielded you to become a machine; a weapon. And a machine you would become. Sleep with one eye open. Find food. Tread on until dark. Repeat. He taught you how to protect; specifically how to protect your family. But he never taught you how to survive with other groups, especially when their leader seems to have it out for you.

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader rating/genre: 18+ Minors DNI | strangers/enemies to lovers + zombie apocalypse au, angst, fluff, smut status: coming soon notes: i have had a zombie apocalypse au in my works for a year now and i'm so excited to write it for chan. he'll mostly go by chris in this just because why not! it's an apocalypse au, so . . . blood, guts, gore, sad, sad, sad. beware. lots of inspo from every zombie thing i've literally ever seen (twd, tlou, train to busan, etc.) in addition to reader and chan giving everything i could ever want in an enemies to lovers fic. enjoy!

masterlist key: s - smut a - angst f - fluff

chapter one: this house is haunted -> your father had left you with a burden to bear. you were in charge now, and you had one purpose: keep your family alive. and you intended to bear it well, no matter the sacrifice.

chapters to be determined . . .

[pinkcherrybombs]

✨The adventures of 1000 Demon Namjoon and University student Jungkook ✨

Hey besties! so I actually saw this concept on twitter by @420joon, and I found it so funny that I decided to do a mini head-canon for it. This was written pretty quick, so I am sorry for any grammar errors, I hope you guys enjoy <3 *repost cause I accidentally deleted the other one * ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

• It was a complete accident, Jungkook swears by it. He never intended to summon an ancient 1000 year old demon from the pits of hell, the poor guy just has a habit of talking in his sleep.

• Which is why when he stirred awake at the sound of someone in his room, he never expected to see a 6’ft man dressed in all black attire poking around his room, and appearing to be examining his marvel action figure collection.

• No, this isn't possible. Clearly it’s some form of sleep paralysis, or maybe even a super realistic nightmare. After all, what kind of demon has luxurious hair and incredibly thick thighs- wait no Jungkook quickly shook his head. He had to focus on waking himself up.

• Most people's reactions when they realize they're in a dream is to gently try and wake up, usually by pinching themselves or maybe even by shaking themselves awake.

• But Jungkook isn't like most people, no Jungkook's ✨ unique ✨ . Instead, he decided to go for the more physical route and crash himself against his bedroom walls to shock himself awake. Figuring that the phrase go big or go home was best suited for this situation.

• However, instead of finally waking up and confirming his suspicions that this was just a horrible figment of his imagination, he was met with the large man hovering over him with a very curious expression.

• “Did you mean to do that?”

• “wait you can talk?” Kook’s voice barely squeaked out, now realizing that maybe this wasn't some freaky dream from eating six cups of ramen before bed. (Though he has had some freaky dreams because of it, especially since he’s already had 5 cups tonight)

• “Excuse me?”

• “No, yea, I totally meant to do that. I was uh, checking to see the stiffness of the walls… super sturdy”

• The man simply nodded clearly, not buying the horrible attempt at a lie, but still going along with it. Especially since if his master said it, then it didn't really matter if it was true or not.

• “Master, what was the reason for summoning me?”

• “I didn't?”

• “Yes you did?”

• “No I didn't?’

• “Are we really going back and forth right now?” The male sighed realizing that this 20 maybe 21 year old kid in front of him really didn't know who he was.

• “I am Kim Namjoon, demon from the sixth realm. You summoned me to earth and now I am to do your bidding in exchange for a sacrifice. Once the exchange is done I leave.”

• Jungkook nodded, a part of him still skeptical but also a part of him weirdly trusting the man in front of him. After all not all demons are bad, his ex girlfriend was decent for a certain amount of time ( tho he never truly confirmed her evil origins, just that she hated anything fun in life including him)

• “So I can ask for anything right?”

• “Yes, as long as you have a sacrifice.”

• “And the sacrifice can be anything?”

• “Yes, as long as it's deemed worthy.”

• Jungkook quickly scanned his room looking for his most prized possessions and quickly found it.

• “Here take these”

• “ARE THESE FUCKING TOE SOCKS??”

• “Yea, they cost a fortune. They were like $20 a walmart? Do you know how expensive they are, Mr. Demon sir?”

• “It’s Namjoon you little, whatever… These obviously won't be worth-oh shit. Well would you look at that, their growth. Somehow, these are actually worth something. Fine whatever make your wish”

• “Ramen, chicken flavored.”

• “You’re not serious are you?”

• “Of course not, I'm teasing.”

• “Oh thank lucifer for I second I seriously thought you were-”

• “Order one for yourself too. I wanna see what else in this room is worth trading for some spooky wishes.”

• As Jungkook began pulling literally every single one of his items into the middle of the room, Namjoon carefully sat on the bed, now noticing some more socks hidden off to the side.

• “Hey kid, you got some more stuff here but it's a little sticky”

• “Oh yea, I wouldn't touch those….”

• It was in that moment, for the first time in 1000 years, Namjoon realized he fucked up by ever meeting this kid.

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