still fucks me up what a bad rap coyotes get in peoples eyes. like ive talked to people who see em as like. gross pests who should be culled. theyre literally just as cool as wolves just a lil smaller and less confident. i love them with all my heart to balance out all the coyote haters out there, coyotes rule theyre doing great
this post was so fucking funny I literally was just like “I like coyotes I think they’re cool” and so many people fucking hated it. Shut up I’m trying. To enjoy animal
i'll be honest. If you can't deal with someone wording things badly then you aren't going to be an ally to autistic people or indeed anyone with a developmental disability, intellectual disability, or disability that impacts language.
also you are never going to be safe for people for whom english is their second language. if someone clarifies their meaning and apologises and you can't accept that over the original wording then don't bother pretending to be autism friendly.
and like part of my autism is that i become convinced that the way i interpret words is the way that they're meant. my autism is disabling to my communication abilities. i have poor emotional regulation, i jump to conclusions. a lot of my reactions are informed by prior negative experiences. i can and probably have been overly defensive in the past.
and i've been misinterpreted so much and had my words picked over and mocked for saying the wrong things and mocked for being unable to say anything at all and it always feels devastating. it's ironic that the same disability that has me treated poorly would have me react poorly to a similar situation, but that's just how it is.
so i'm not saying you can perfectly manage all your reactions just by trying hard enough. especially considering how much disability affects these things. but i do think if you are completely unwilling to give autistic and other DD/ID people leeway for how they word things or understand that they have a disability that impacts their communication and give us grace then you aren't a disability advocate.
I feel like people have this misconception that friends always agree with you. This is incorrect; A true friend will disagree with you, and even call you out on your bullshit, and still be your friend.
Summary: A locked door. His hands on you. And a voice he decided to keep.
Status: Oneshot | Between Collision Series
Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Reader
Word Count: 7.1k~
Genre: Idol!AU, Fluff, Smut
Rated: MDNI, 18+ 🔞
Tags: ARMY, Boyfriend!Namjoon, Awkwardness, Secret, Drama, Slice of Life, Fingering, Oral, Rkive Studio, Reader is Yoongi Bias
Posting Date: May 6, 2026
SCC: Ko-fi ☕️ · Taglist 📝
You stood in front of the HYBE building, holding a thin folder in your hand, trying to look like someone who actually had important business inside. Your breathing felt a little heavier than usual—not just because of the place, but because of the reason that brought you here.
Honestly, you rarely came near this building. Too crowded, too risky, and far too easy for you to be recognized. But last night, Namjoon’s voice on the phone sounded different. Softer, heavier… like his thoughts were completely tangled.
“I’m really stuck,” he had said. “Come over… I need you.”
And like always, you could never really say no to him.
So here you were, stepping inside while trying to stay calm, pretending to focus on the folder in your hand. People moved quickly around you, busy with their own matters. No one really paid attention, and that gave you a bit of relief. Namjoon was right—everything was too hectic for anyone to care.
When you reached the studio door, your steps slowed. You took a small breath, steadying yourself, before finally knocking softly and pushing the door open.
Inside, Namjoon—who had been hunched over his laptop—immediately turned his head. His expression shifted instantly—from tired, to surprised, then slowly softening when he saw you.
“You actually came…” His voice was almost a whisper.
You gave a small smile, lifting the folder in your hand. “New staff, delivering a report,” you joked lightly.
His reaction changed immediately. He stood up quickly and within a few steps was already in front of you, closing the distance between you. “Come here,” he said softly as he pulled you inside, then shut the door firmly behind you.
Before you could say anything, he was already hugging you tightly.
The embrace was warm, lingering, and felt… too honest. As if he really needed this more than he had said.
“I missed you,” he murmured softly into your hair.
“We just met yesterday,” you replied, though your arms instinctively wrapped around him in return.
“Yesterday was different,” he answered shortly. “Right now I’m… a mess.”
You pulled back slightly, looking at his face more clearly. The dark circles under his eyes were visible, his hair was messy, and his expression still carried traces of lingering stress.
“Have you eaten?” you asked.
He didn’t answer right away. He just looked away for a moment—and that was enough.
ou sighed softly, then opened your bag and took out the food you had prepared. “I knew you’d forget.”
This time he smiled, more sincere than before. “That’s why I need you.”
You sat down on the small sofa in the corner of the room, opening the food container and patting the spot beside you. “Come on, eat first.”
But instead of sitting next to you, Namjoon gently pulled you until you were sitting on his lap. His movement was casual, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Joon—”
“Just for a bit,” he cut in softly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I want to be close to you.”
You stayed quiet for a moment, then finally let it happen. His breath felt warm against your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist—gentle but firm.
You began feeding him, and he followed along, though it was obvious his attention wasn’t fully on the food. His hand slowly moved—from your waist down to your thigh, stroking softly as if searching for comfort in the touch.
“Focus on eating,” you warned quietly, though your voice wavered slightly.
“Hm,” he replied shortly, but his hand didn’t stop.
The room slowly felt quieter than before. Only the soft instrumental music from his laptop… and your breathing, which was starting to lose its rhythm.
Namjoon took a deep breath, his face pressing lightly against your neck. “I was really stuck earlier,” he whispered. “But now… I feel a bit better.”
You turned slightly, looking at him from the side. “Just because I came?”
He shook his head slowly, his eyes meeting yours more deeply. “Because you’re here.”
His hand was still on your thigh, moving slowly as if unconsciously. But you knew—he was aware. Too aware.
You held your breath for a moment, then tried to stay calm. “Well… eat first so you don’t get more dizzy.”
He smiled faintly, but his eyes looked more alive now. “Yeah… then I’ll get back to work.”
You nodded softly.
Even though, deep down—
you knew the atmosphere in that room had already changed.
And maybe… today wouldn’t be just about finishing a song.
After the last few bites, you slowly closed the lunch box, adjusting the lid as if trying to close off the light atmosphere that had just been there.
But the moment you set it down on the table—you realized.
The atmosphere didn’t close with it. It shifted instead. Quieter. Closer.
You were still sitting on Namjoon’s lap, and he had no intention of letting you go. His arm stayed wrapped around your waist, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles—or maybe not so absent at all.
“Full?” you asked softly, trying to keep things normal.
“Hm,” he replied shortly.
But he didn’t sound done. And you could feel it.
A few seconds passed in silence. His breath was still warm against your neck, its rhythm slowly syncing with yours—or maybe it was the one changing yours.
You almost thought things would go back to normal. Until—
“I still want dessert.”
You turned slightly, brows furrowing. “Dessert?”
Namjoon lifted his head slowly. His gaze found you instantly. Calm. Deep. And far too aware.
“You,” he said.
That one word stole your breath.
“Namjoon…” you half-warned, but your voice wasn’t firm enough to actually stop him.
He only smiled faintly.
His hand started moving again—this time slower, more focused, like he was savoring every second instead of just chasing a reaction.
“You fed me earlier,” he whispered near your ear.
Your breath hitched.
“Now it’s my turn.”
“You’re… not serious,” you tried to sound casual, even though your body was already betraying you.
He chuckled softly. “I am.”
His touch changed. More deliberate. More aware. And slowly, your body began to respond before your mind could catch up.
“Joon…” his name slipped out softer than you intended.
“Hm?” he replied, still close, still calm.
“We’re in the studio…”
“The door’s locked,” he answered quickly.
That answer came too easily. Like he had already thought about it. And that—made your heart beat faster.
His hands weren’t rushed. Not demanding. Just patient. Like he was giving you time to feel everything… but not enough to actually stop.
He slid your underwear aside gently. His fingers moved slowly, patiently, like he knew exactly how to pull reactions out of you. Your breathing started to change without you realizing it.
Your shoulders tensed slightly. Your fingers gripped his shirt.
Namjoon noticed immediately. He always did.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
You hesitated. But you turned anyway. And the moment your eyes met—everything felt more intense. His movements slowed. Softer. Like he was reading you, not just touching you.
“You’re trying to hold it in, aren’t you?” he murmured.
You shook your head slightly. “No…”
He smiled faintly. “Liar.”
And that was enough to make you lose a little control. Your breath slipped out more audibly this time. Your body reacted. And right then—
click.
A soft sound came from the laptop.
You turned immediately. “What are you doing?”
Namjoon didn’t look panicked at all. “Recording,” he said casually.
“Namjoon—” your heart raced faster. “Seriously?”
He leaned closer again, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Just for me.”
His hand kept moving. Not stopping. Not giving you space to fully refuse.
“So when I’m stressed later,” he continued softly, “I can listen to your voice.”
Your breath caught.
“So I can remember… what you’re like when you’re this close to me.”
You went quiet. Not because you didn’t want to answer—but because you couldn’t. Your body was too busy responding.
“No one else will hear it,” he added gently. “I promise.”
And somehow—the way he said promise made something inside you soften.
You closed your eyes briefly. Not rejecting. Just slowly giving in.
His fingers moved in and out slowly. You gasped softly as he left marks along your neck, making you feel like you were losing direction.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, adding another finger, making you jolt slightly at the sensation.
“Joon—” your breath hitched as he smiled in satisfaction at the marks he left, like he was claiming you.
His two fingers moved deeper, making you gasp as your hips unconsciously followed his rhythm. The sensation intensified, your legs barely able to support you.
You were close. So close.
And suddenly—it was gone. He pulled his fingers out.
You whimpered at the loss. He paused just long enough to make you open your eyes again. Then slowly—he shifted you onto the sofa.
Positioning you more comfortably. More open. More… visible.
And then—he knelt in front of you.
Your heart pounded.
“Joon…”
He looked up at you, calm expression, but his eyes were anything but. “Trust me.”
And this time—you didn’t say anything.
When he leaned in, your body reacted instantly. Your hand moved to his hair, fingers threading through it.
Your breathing changed again. Faster. Heavier. Every second sharper.
He wasn’t rushed. Not aggressive. The opposite—slow, patient, like he was truly savoring you.
You felt his mouth against you. A slow, long lick along your folds. He teased you, pulling away just enough to make you whimper.
Without thinking, your hand pressed against the back of his head, fingers tangling tighter in his hair as your hips began to move.
You didn’t see the small, satisfied, slightly smug smile on his lips when he heard your sounds.
Namjoon sucked, licked, and kissed every part of you, gripping your thigh as your fingers tightened in his hair. He groaned softly, but didn’t stop—so you let him stay, pulling him closer as your body tightened.
Every small reaction. Every change in your breath. Every time you said his name.
“Namjoon…” your voice broke softly.
He didn’t stop. And that made you lose control even more.
Your fingers gripped tighter. Your back arched slightly. Another sound slipped from your lips—clearer. More honest.
And then you realized.
“Namjoon… it’s recording…” you whispered quickly, your face heating up.
He paused briefly. Lifted his head slightly. Looked at you.
A small smile formed. “I know.”
That expression—calm, confident, slightly satisfied. But still soft.
You shut your eyes again. “I’m close, Joon…”
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, speeding up his tongue while his fingers worked your clit.
Your body trembled as the release finally hit. Your voice slipped out freely. He pulled his hand back slowly, leaving behind warmth that still lingered.
He let go of your thigh. A soft whimper escaped you as the overstimulation became too much. You came from the skill of his tongue and fingers.
You caught a glimpse of him licking his lips as you slowly opened your eyes, looking at him with a hazy gaze.
“Good girl,” Namjoon praised.
You looked at him, your breathing still uneven, your hand still in his hair. Then you shook your head slightly, half embarrassed, half in disbelief.
“…your mouth…”
He raised a brow. “What about it?”
You smiled faintly, still breathless. “…it’s not just good for rapping.”
Namjoon laughed softly. Warm. Close. Real.
He didn’t respond. He just leaned in again—slower this time.
Like it wasn’t about desire anymore.
But about enjoying you. And in the background—the recording kept going. Capturing everything. Every breath. Every time you said his name. Every second… that you didn’t even realize had already become his.
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That day, the RKIVE studio felt… different.
Usually, this place always felt alive when Namjoon was inside—music playing, quiet humming, or the constant tapping of his fingers that never really stopped. But now, it was the opposite.
Quiet.
Namjoon had stepped out briefly for a meeting, and his laptop was still open on the desk. His latest project filled the screen—a timeline packed with layers, beats, and audio cuts that were clearly unfinished, yet already showed strong direction.
The studio door opened without a knock.
“Joon—” Hoseok walked in first, his steps light as usual, but slowing immediately when he realized the room was empty. “Oh… he’s not here?”
Yoongi followed behind, more relaxed, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. “He’ll probably be back soon.”
Hoseok nodded, but still stepped inside. “I want to listen to the beat he mentioned yesterday. He said it’s almost done.”
Yoongi didn’t say much, just gave a small nod as his gaze naturally shifted to the laptop on the desk. “Go ahead.”
That was enough permission.
Hoseok approached without hesitation, sitting directly in Namjoon’s chair. His hand hovered over the mouse, but he glanced at Yoongi first. “He won’t get mad, right?”
“For music? No,” Yoongi answered shortly.
That was all he needed.
Hoseok began opening a few project files, the soft clicking sounds filling the room. Bits of beats played briefly, then stopped again.
“Which one was it…” he muttered.
A few seconds passed, until his cursor stopped on one file with a… strange name.
Hoseok frowned slightly. “This one looks like the newest.”
Without thinking much, he clicked.
Silence.
Just for a fraction of a second.
Then— your voice.
Soft. Close. Far too close for a normal recording.
Hoseok froze instantly. His hand jerked away from the mouse, but the sound had already filled the room.
“…Joon…” your voice came out softly, almost like a whimper.
“OH MY GOD—” Hoseok panicked, quickly scrambling for the pause button. “WHAT IS THIS—”
Click.
Silence again.
But this time… a different kind of silence.
Hoseok turned to Yoongi, eyes wide. “He… he recorded that?!”
Yoongi didn’t answer immediately.
He just stood there for a few seconds, staring at the laptop with an unreadable expression. Then slowly, the corner of his lips lifted.
“Hm.”
“Hm what?!” Hoseok half-whispered, half-panicked. “That’s her voice, right?! He seriously keeps something like that on his work laptop?!”
Yoongi finally moved, walking casually to the sofa and sitting down. “I figured.”
Hoseok stared at him in disbelief. “FIGURED?!”
Yoongi leaned back, still calm. “He’s been different lately.”
“Different how?!”
“Faster,” Yoongi replied shortly. “He finishes his work quicker. His lyrics are too… deeper.”
Hoseok tried to connect the dots. “And that has something to do with—” he pointed toward the laptop, clearly overwhelmed.
Yoongi glanced at it briefly. “Obviously.”
Hoseok let out a long breath, dropping back into the chair. “That’s insane… Namjoon…”
Yoongi smiled faintly, almost invisible. “When he finds something that makes him feel ‘full’… he keeps it.”
Hoseok shook his head slowly, still not fully recovering from the shock. “But… that’s…”
“Private,” Yoongi cut in calmly.
And that word hung in the air.
Hoseok glanced at the laptop again, then quickly closed the file, as if that would erase what had just happened. “I don’t want to know anymore.”
Yoongi let out a quiet chuckle. “But now you do.”
“It wasn’t on purpose!” Hoseok protested quickly.
And right then—
The studio door opened. Namjoon walked in. His steps halted at the doorway when he saw them—and his laptop, clearly just used.
His eyes narrowed slightly. “What are you… doing here?”
Hoseok immediately stood up too fast. “I was just—uh—listening to a beat—”
Yoongi remained seated, but this time his gaze toward Namjoon was sharper. More… knowing.
And in that single second— Namjoon understood. He didn’t speak right away. But his jaw tightened slightly—just enough to show that he had already figured everything out.
Yoongi smirked faintly.
“Nice track,” he said casually.
“Hyung—” Hoseok turned to him in panic.
Namjoon exhaled slowly, running a hand over his face. “How much did you hear?”
Hoseok shook his head quickly. “Not much!”
Yoongi stood up calmly, slipping his hands back into his pockets. “Enough.”
Namjoon looked at both of them. Then shook his head slightly—half resigned, half embarrassed. But behind it—there was something he couldn’t hide. The expression of someone who… didn’t really regret it at all.
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The RKIVE studio—usually Namjoon’s safest place—felt slightly different that day.
And strangely, that change wasn’t because he was inside. It was because he wasn’t.
Hoseok stood in the middle of the room, pacing lightly with his hands on his hips, his face clearly still stuck on something.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he finally said.
Yoongi, who was lounging calmly on the sofa, only glanced at him briefly. “You heard it. That’s enough.”
“But don’t you think that’s… insane?” Hoseok stopped, turning toward Namjoon’s laptop, now closed. “He really kept something like that…”
Yoongi let out a quiet sigh. “Hoseok-ah.”
“What?”
“That’s not our business.”
Hoseok went quiet for a moment. Then— a small smile appeared on his face. “But it’s funny.”
Yoongi let out a soft scoff, not responding further. And that should’ve been enough of a sign that this conversation… should end.
It should’ve.
But Hoseok wasn’t the type to stop at “should.”
A few minutes later, the studio door opened again.
“So you guys are here.”
The voice made Hoseok turn immediately. “Hyung!”
Seokjin walked in casually, followed by Jungkook, who looked around with curiosity. “Are you looking for Namjoon?” Jin asked.
“He stepped out for a bit,” Hoseok answered quickly. Then—his smile returned, more obvious this time. “But… you guys need to see something.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow slightly. “Don’t.”
Hoseok pretended not to hear him.
“What?” Jin looked intrigued.
Jungkook just stood behind him, still unaware. “What is it?”
Without waiting, Hoseok was already sitting in Namjoon’s chair again, opening the laptop with far too much confidence.
“I found something earlier. By accident.”
Yoongi exhaled slowly, already knowing exactly where this was going. “Hoseok-ah…”
“Just a second,” Hoseok replied quickly, his eyes already focused on the screen.
Jin stepped closer, leaning casually against the desk. “If it’s not important, I’m leaving—”
Click.
Silence for a fraction of a second.
Then— your voice.
Soft. Close. And far too personal to be heard by anyone else.
Jin stopped mid-sentence. Jungkook froze in place.
Hoseok went silent too—but this time not from shock. More like… waiting for their reaction.
“…Joon…” your voice echoed clearly in the room. A soft whimper.
“OH—” Jungkook immediately covered his own mouth, eyes wide. “That’s—that’s—”
Jin suddenly laughed. Not loudly, but clearly—laughter he couldn’t hold back.
“Well…” he said, shaking his head with a smile still on his face. “Namjoon…”
Hoseok immediately turned to him. “RIGHT?! I was shocked too!”
Jungkook was still standing stiffly, his face starting to turn red. “He… he really keeps that on his work laptop?!”
“Looks like it,” Hoseok replied casually, still not pausing the audio.
“Turn it off!” Jungkook quickly said.
Click. Silence again.
But now the atmosphere has completely shifted.
Jungkook ran a hand over his face, still in disbelief. “I can’t believe it…”
Jin crossed his arms, his smile still there. “I’m not that surprised.”
Hoseok turned to him quickly. “Seriously?”
Jin nodded slightly. “Haven’t you noticed how he’s been lately?”
Yoongi, who had been quiet, finally spoke. “Faster.”
“Exactly,” Jin pointed at him. “He finishes his work constantly. His mood’s different too.”
Jungkook was still trying to process everything. “But… that… that’s…”
Hoseok cut in casually, “That’s you.”
That sentence instantly changed the atmosphere again.
Jungkook swallowed. “Yeah… I know…”
Jin laughed softly again. “Very private, huh.”
Yoongi leaned back, his eyes calm. “And now… not so private anymore.”
Hoseok winced slightly. “Oops.”
And right then—the sound of the door handle turning. Everyone went silent instantly. The door opened. Namjoon stepped in.
His movement stopped immediately at the doorway. His eyes quickly scanned—from the three of them near the desk… to his laptop.
And it only took one second. He knew. Silence. No one spoke.
Jungkook stood up straight immediately, clearly panicking.
Hoseok slowly stepped away from the chair. Jin stayed where he was, though his smile softened into something more careful.
Namjoon closed the door slowly behind him. His gaze moved from one person to another. Then to the laptop. Then back again.
“…you guys,” his voice was low, but calm. “What are you doing here?”
No one answered right away. Because everyone in that room knew— this wasn’t just about opening his laptop. This was something far more personal. And they had just crossed that line.
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The silence lingered for a few seconds.
Long enough that Namjoon finally let out a slow breath, as if choosing not to escalate a situation that was already… awkward enough.
He didn’t look angry. That was the first thing that stood out. More like… aware.
His gaze moved across each face in the room before he stepped closer to the desk. His hands slipped into his pockets, his shoulders relaxing slightly—not defensive, just tired.
“You heard it,” he said flatly.
Not a question.
Hoseok immediately raised a hand slightly, wincing. “I was the one who—”
“Enough,” Namjoon cut in softly.
His tone wasn’t loud, but it was enough to stop any further explanation.
Seokjin watched him for a moment, then gave a small smile. “You don’t look surprised.”
Namjoon stopped beside his laptop, closing it slowly. “I figured this would happen.”
From the side, Jungkook finally spoke, still clearly recovering from the shock. “But… hyung… that…”
Namjoon turned to him, one eyebrow lifting slightly. “What?”
Jungkook opened his mouth, but couldn’t quite form the words. His face was still red, his eyes avoiding contact. “I just… didn’t expect you to… keep something like that.”
Hoseok stifled a small laugh beside him, while Jin simply observed calmly.
Namjoon leaned lightly against the desk, crossing his arms. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal?!” Hoseok couldn’t hold back anymore. “That’s… her voice—”
“I know,” Namjoon cut him off again, this time a bit firmer.
The room fell quiet again.
Then Namjoon exhaled softly, his hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “I needed it.”
The sentence was simple. But honest enough to silence everyone.
Min Yoongi, who had been quiet until now, finally spoke. “And it shows.”
Namjoon stayed quiet for a moment, then the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “Yeah.”
Jungkook looked at him again, calmer this time. “So… it helps you?”
Namjoon nodded. “A lot.”
There was no embarrassment in his voice. No defensiveness either. Just someone who knew exactly what he was doing… and didn’t feel the need to hide it.
“It’s just my way of remembering something that makes me feel calm,” he continued, his voice lower. “And apparently… it works.”
Hoseok stared at him for a moment, then shook his head with a small laugh. “You’re crazy.”
Jin smiled. “But effective.”
Yoongi smirked faintly. “Told you.”
Namjoon let out a quiet scoff, pushing himself away from the desk. “You guys done? What else are you doing here?”
Hoseok answered immediately, “Waiting for you.”
“For what?” Namjoon narrowed his eyes slightly.
Hoseok exchanged a glance with Jin, then that familiar smile appeared again—the one that always meant something was coming. “You said you’re going out tonight, right?”
Namjoon paused for a second. “Yeah.”
“Where to?” Jin asked casually.
Namjoon didn’t answer right away.
And that hesitation alone was suspicious enough.
Hoseok nudged Jin lightly. “See?”
Jungkook leaned in slightly, curious. “Where?”
Namjoon let out a small breath before finally answering, “I’m meeting Y/N.”
Silence.
Then— “Oh?” Hoseok reacted instantly.
Jin chuckled softly. “Makes sense.”
Hoseok stepped closer, his energy returning. “We’re coming with you.”
“No,” Namjoon answered immediately.
“But we’re curious!” Hoseok protested.
“You don’t need to be.”
Jin smirked slightly. “It’s just dinner, right?”
Namjoon paused again. And that was answer enough.
“Alright, we’re coming,” Jin said casually.
“Hyung—”
“Relax,” Jin patted his shoulder. “We won’t bother you.”
Yoongi stood up from the sofa, grabbing his jacket. “I’m in.”
Namjoon looked at each of them one by one.
Hoseok, who clearly wouldn’t back down. Jin, who was enjoying this far too much. Jungkook, curious but still slightly awkward. And Yoongi… who had already understood everything from the start.
Namjoon let out a long sigh. “…fine,” he said finally.
But the way he rubbed his face and shook his head slightly—
it was obvious. Tonight was not going to go as simply as he had planned. Especially… when he had to introduce you to them. And they— already knew more than they should.
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The restaurant was small, warm, and tucked away from the main street—a safe place for someone like you and Namjoon, who couldn’t be seen too openly.
You had already been sitting in the private room for a few minutes, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the rim of your water glass. Every now and then, your eyes flicked toward the door.
Namjoon said he’d come. It was supposed to be… just him.
The door finally opened. And in that one second—you immediately knew something was different. Namjoon walked in first. But behind him… there were others. Not just one. Several.
You froze.
Namjoon paused for a moment at the doorway, looking at you, then rubbed the back of his neck lightly. “I’ll explain later…”
And before you could process anything, they were already stepping inside.
Seokjin smiled warmly. “Hi.”
Hoseok gave a small wave, far too relaxed for the situation. And Jungkook— He didn't speak right away.
He just stood there for a second, then gave a small bow. “Hello…”
His voice was softer than usual.
You immediately stood up, slightly panicked but still trying to stay polite. “Hello…”
Namjoon closed the door behind them, making sure the room was fully private. His gaze briefly met yours—like he was trying to tell you to stay calm.
But this situation was clearly… not calm. You all sat down.
Jin and Hoseok quickly made themselves comfortable, opening menus and starting light conversation. Yoongi sat quietly in the corner, as usual.
But Jungkook—he was different. He sat a bit farther away, his back straight, hands resting on his thighs, and his eyes… kept avoiding yours.
You started to feel something was off. He wasn’t usually like this.
You glanced briefly at Namjoon, but he was busy talking to Jin. So you looked back at Jungkook.
“Kook,” you called softly.
He turned immediately, a little too fast. “Yeah?”
You gave a small smile, trying to ease the atmosphere. “What’s wrong? You look… tense.”
He shook his head quickly. “No, I’m fine.”
But it was obvious. Very obvious.
Hoseok, who had been watching the whole time, nudged him lightly. “Just say it already.”
Jungkook turned sharply. “Hyung—”
“What?” you frowned slightly, suspicion starting to creep in.
Jin held back a smile. Yoongi stayed quiet, but his eyes were observing. And Namjoon—he stopped talking.
Slowly, the atmosphere at the table shifted.
You looked at each of them one by one. “What is it?”
Jungkook took a deep breath, then rubbed his face briefly. “I… want to be honest.”
Namjoon immediately turned to him. “Jungkook.”
But he continued anyway.
“I… accidentally heard something on Namjoon hyung’s laptop.”
Time felt like it stopped.
You froze. “…what?” your voice was barely audible.
“A recording,” Jungkook continued quietly.
And in that one second—you knew. Your face heated up instantly. You turned quickly to Namjoon, eyes wide. “Namjoon—”
Hoseok immediately cut in, “Not just him—”
“Hyung!” Jungkook protested.
Jin laughed softly. And that alone confirmed everything.
You covered your face briefly with your hands. “You said it was for personal use…”
Your tone wasn’t angry—more embarrassed. Shocked.
Namjoon let out a small breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t expect them to open my laptop.”
“But still…” you looked at him again, half panicked. “How could—”
“Accident,” Yoongi cut in calmly. “We were looking for a beat.”
You went quiet. Still embarrassed. Still warm.
Hoseok raised his hand slightly. “I was the one who clicked it.”
You looked at him, unsure how to react.
“I didn’t know what it was,” he added quickly.
Jin chimed in casually, “Now we do.”
“Hyung…” Jungkook covered his face again, clearly overwhelmed.
You took a deep breath, then looked back at Namjoon. “You’re serious…”
Namjoon looked at you, his expression softer now. “I never intended for anyone else to hear it.”
His voice was low. Honest. And somehow… that eased you. Just a little.
You exhaled softly, looking down. “This is so embarrassing…”
Namjoon leaned a bit closer, his voice quieter, meant only for you. “I’m sorry.”
You glanced at him, your cheeks still warm. “You said it was just you…”
“I know,” he replied softly.
On the other side of the table, Hoseok whispered to Jin, “This is so awkward but kind of fun.”
Jin held back a laugh. Yoongi leaned back, silent, watching without comment. Jungkook stayed quiet.
But this time—he glanced at you briefly. His face was still red. But something had changed. Not just shock anymore. More like… realization.
That what he had heard earlier— was really you. And now you were right in front of him. Real. Close. And clearly… much more than just a voice.
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Slowly, the awkward atmosphere from earlier began to ease.
Food started arriving one by one, conversations began to flow again, and soft laughter filled the room. Seokjin and Hoseok quickly took control of the mood, making everything feel lighter.
Yoongi remained as he always was—quiet, observant, speaking only when necessary.
And you—you finally felt like you could breathe a little more normally. At least… until you started to notice something.
Namjoon. He was too close.
Since the beginning, he hadn’t really put any distance between you at all. His hand was always touching you—your shoulder, your back, or even just your wrist—like it was the most natural thing in the world.
At first, you thought it was just a habit.
But then…
“Namjoon,” you whispered softly, turning slightly toward him. “What are you doing?”
He looked at you casually. “What?”
“You…” you glanced briefly under the table, then back at him. “This.”
His hand. Resting casually on your thigh. Under the table.
He simply raised an eyebrow slightly, then—instead of moving it away—he gently brushed his thumb across. “It’s normal.”
You immediately held your breath. “It’s not normal.”
Across the table, Hoseok was already smiling to himself. Jin nudged him lightly. “Hold it in.”
Yoongi stayed quiet. And somehow, that made you even more aware of yourself.
You took a slow breath, trying to focus on your food. But every time you started to relax—Namjoon did something again.
Pulling your chair slightly closer. Fixing your hair for no reason. Or now—resting his chin briefly on your shoulder.
“Joon,” you turned your head slightly, your voice half a protest.
“Hm?” he replied casually.
“We’re not alone,” you whispered.
“I know.”
“Then?”
“It’s fine.”
Hoseok immediately covered his mouth, clearly holding back laughter. Jin pretended to drink, but his shoulders were shaking. And finally—Yoongi spoke, short and simple.
“What’s with you?”
Namjoon turned to him. “What do you mean?”
“Not like you,” Yoongi added.
That was it. But it was enough.
You tensed slightly. Because you knew exactly what he meant. And Namjoon—clearly knew you knew.
He smirked faintly, then his arm wrapped more comfortably around your waist. “Just feel like it.”
Hoseok immediately burst out laughing. “FEEL LIKE WHAT—”
Jin quickly patted him. “Enough.”
You lowered your head slightly, trying to hide your face that was heating up again.
And Namjoon… definitely noticed. He leaned closer, his voice low near your ear. “Why are you getting stiff?”
You shot him a look. “You know why.”
He pretended to think. “No, I don’t.”
“You know I’m—” you stopped, instinctively glancing toward Yoongi.
That was enough.
Namjoon understood immediately. He held back a smile. His hand, which had been on your waist, moved slightly higher—still within limits, but enough to make it clear that he was… doing it on purpose.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked softly.
You looked at him, narrowing your eyes slightly. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure,” he answered simply.
“Making sure of what?”
He didn’t answer right away.
But the way he pulled you slightly closer—the way he kept touching you without hesitation—that was already your answer.
Across the table, Hoseok couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Oh my god,” he laughed. “Our leader…”
Jin shook his head with a smile. “I’ve never seen him like this.”
Yoongi rested his chin on his hand, eyes still on Namjoon, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. “It’s obvious.”
You immediately covered your face again. “All of you…”
Hoseok pointed at you, still grinning. “Don’t worry. We’re just watching.”
“That’s worse!” you protested instantly.
Jin laughed. Namjoon finally smiled too. But his hand still didn’t leave you. Now, he was casually playing with your fingers under the table. As if he didn’t care who noticed.
Or maybe—because they did.
You took a slow breath, then looked at him again. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you…”
Namjoon met your gaze. His eyes are calm. But clear. “Yeah.”
The answer came without hesitation. And somehow—that made you completely speechless.
Meanwhile, across the table—those three were clearly enjoying the situation. With no intention of stopping it. No intention of helping. Just… watching.
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If things already felt chaotic before… now it was completely out of control. And at the center of it all—still one person.
Namjoon.
You didn’t even know where to focus anymore—the food in front of you, the conversation at the table, or… his hand that just wouldn’t stay still.
At first, it had been subtle.
Now?
“Namjoon,” you whispered softly, trying to sound normal even though your cheeks were already warm again. “Your hand…”
He turned to you, his expression calm like nothing was wrong. “What?”
You glanced briefly under the table, then back at him. “Don’t go there.”
He held back a smile. And instead of actually stopping—he just shifted slightly. “Is this better?” he asked quietly.
You stared at him in disbelief. “That’s not much different.”
Across the table, Hoseok immediately grinned. “I didn’t hear anything, but I know that was interesting.”
Seokjin chuckled lightly. “Hang in there.”
“I CAN’T,” you blurted out instinctively—then immediately realized everyone heard you.
Hoseok slapped the table lightly. “There it is! Caught!”
Beside him, Yoongi lowered his head slightly, hiding a small smile that still showed at the corner of his lips.
And that—somehow made you even more self-conscious. Because every time you realized Yoongi was there… you didn’t know how to react anymore.
Namjoon noticed that. And somehow—that only made him continue. His hand moved again, slow, still within limits… but enough to make you aware of every second.
“Relax,” he whispered near your ear.
“I’M NOT RELAXED,” you shot back quickly.
He let out a soft chuckle. And leaned in even closer.
“Namjoon,” you looked at him more seriously now. “Seriously. Stop being weird.”
He looked back at you. A few seconds. As if considering it. Then—“Okay.”
You immediately felt relief. …for about two seconds. Because after that—his hand was still there. Calmer, yes. But still not gone.
You closed your eyes briefly. “You didn’t change at all…”
“It’s less,” he replied casually.
“THAT’S STILL A LOT.”
Across the table, Hoseok was practically falling out of his chair laughing. “I can’t—”
Jin shook his head, smiling. “Namjoon, you’re usually the one who protects your image the most.”
“And now?” Hoseok added quickly.
Jin pointed at him. “Gone.”
Namjoon just shrugged. “I don’t care.”
Hoseok slapped the table again. “THERE IT IS!”
Yoongi finally spoke, short and blunt. “This is bad.”
Everyone immediately turned to him.
Yoongi glanced at Namjoon briefly, then the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “You didn’t just fall.”
Hoseok immediately picked up on it, excited. “RIGHT!”
He pointed dramatically at Namjoon. “You didn’t just fall in love—”
He paused for effect, holding back laughter. “—you dove. Headfirst. Deep.”
Jin burst out laughing. You froze. Namjoon paused for a moment. Then— he laughed softly. Not denying it. Not arguing. Just… accepting it.
“Yeah,” he said casually.
And that—that was what made you completely helpless.
Because he wasn’t embarrassed. He wasn’t holding back. He wasn’t pretending. He just became even more relaxed, his hand still on you, as if all of this was the most normal thing in the world.
You stared at him for a few seconds, then finally let out a long breath. “…I should just go home,” you muttered, half embarrassed.
“No,” Namjoon said immediately.
He pulled you slightly closer—not too much, but enough to be obvious. “You’re staying here.”
Hoseok pointed right away. “See! Territorial!”
Jin nodded with a smile. “Very obvious.”
Yoongi stayed quiet, but his gaze remained on both of you—calm, observing without comment.
And you— you just sat there. In the middle of it all. With Namjoon who didn’t stop showing that you were his. And four other people who… were clearly enjoying every second of this chaos.
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Finally—Namjoon stopped.
Not completely pulling away, but enough to bring the atmosphere at the table back to something… normal.
His hands were no longer wandering carelessly, and the distance between you felt more reasonable.
And the change was immediate. You could breathe easier. Focus on your food without suddenly losing concentration. Speak without overthinking every word.
You glanced at him slightly, suspicious. “Why are you suddenly calm?”
Namjoon just shrugged. “I feel bad for you.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Only now?”
He smiled faintly. “I felt bad earlier too.”
“IT DIDN’T LOOK LIKE IT.”
Across the table, Hoseok chimed in instantly, “We’re witnesses. Zero sympathy.”
Seokjin nodded seriously. “Zero percent.”
Yoongi added shortly, “Negative.”
“Oh my god,” you covered your face again.
Namjoon just laughed softly, clearly not feeling guilty at all.
But even though he had calmed down… the way he looked at you hadn’t changed. Warm. Close. And unmistakably clear. Time passed without you realizing. Plates started to empty, conversations slowed, and the energy at the table softened into something more relaxed.
You glanced at the time, then slowly stood up. “I’ll head out first.”
Everyone immediately looked at you.
Jin nodded. “Take care.”
Hoseok gave a small wave. “Bye.”
Jungkook stood up slightly too, still a bit awkward but much calmer than before. “Be safe.”
Yoongi simply gave a small nod.
Namjoon stood up as well. “The driver’s waiting,” he said softly to you.
You nodded.
This had already been planned—you would leave first, get into Namjoon’s car, and he would follow later so it wouldn’t attract attention.
You picked up your bag and walked toward the door. Namjoon followed you partway—not too close, but enough to make sure you were okay.
You paused for a moment, turning to him. “Don’t take too long.”
He nodded. “I won’t.”
A few seconds of silence. Just enough to slow everything down. You took a small breath, then reached for the door.
But— Suddenly, Namjoon stepped closer.And before you could react— peck.
A quick kiss on your cheek.
You froze. “…Namjoon.”
He had already stepped back, his expression calm as if nothing had happened. “What?”
Behind you—silence for one second.
Then— “OH MY GOD,” Hoseok collapsed onto the table.
Jin covered his face, laughing. “I can’t—”
Jungkook turned his head away instantly, his hand covering his mouth, ears red again. “Hyung…”
Yoongi looked away, but the small smile on his lips was still there. “Unbelievable.”
You were still standing there, your face completely flushed. “We’re outside, Joon…”
“Private room,” he replied casually.
“They’re still here,” you whispered in panic.
“They already know,” he said lightly.
Hoseok pointed from behind. “We didn’t ask to see that!”
“But you got it anyway!” Jin added.
“Free show, part two!” Hoseok burst out laughing again.
You quickly opened the door. “I’m leaving now.”
Namjoon held back a small laugh. “Be safe.”
You paused briefly at the doorway, glancing at him one more time—still flustered. “…come after me.”
He nodded. “Of course.”
You stepped out. The door closed. And inside— Everything broke loose.
“NAMJOON,” Hoseok shouted while laughing. “YOU—”
Jin continued, “—are beyond saving.”
Jungkook shook his head. “I can’t believe this…”
Yoongi stood up, grabbing his jacket. “It’s obvious.”
Namjoon just stood there, hands in his pockets, a faint smile still lingering. “What?” he said casually.
Hoseok pointed at him again, still laughing. “You’re seriously—”
He paused, shaking his head. “—so whipped.”
Namjoon scoffed softly. But didn’t argue. Because honestly— He knew it too. And this time— He didn't mind looking like it. As long as it was about you.
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The car moved slowly, leaving the restaurant behind.
Streetlights reflected softly against the window, creating a much calmer atmosphere compared to the past few hours. Inside the car, there was only the quiet hum of the engine and a silence that felt… comfortable.
You leaned back against your seat, letting out a long breath.
“…finally, it’s quiet.”
Beside you, Namjoon smiled faintly, his eyes still on you. “Tired?”
You turned to him immediately. “Very.”
He let out a soft chuckle.
“Whose idea was it to bring the whole team?” you continued, your tone half complaining, half resigned.
Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed but still relaxed. “I didn’t expect it to turn into… that.”
“That?” you looked at him. “That wasn’t ‘that.’ That was chaos.”
He laughed more openly this time.
“Especially earlier—” you stopped, immediately covering your face for a second. “I’m still so embarrassed.”
His expression softened instantly.
This time, when his hand moved—it was different from before. No teasing. No intention behind it. Just gently resting over the back of your hand.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t overthink it.”
You turned slightly, still a little flushed. “How can I not… they all heard…”
“Not everything,” he replied quickly.
You gave him a flat look. “Still.”
He exhaled softly, then held your hand more firmly—warm, grounding. “They’re not weird about it.”
You went quiet.
Thinking back—
Hoseok being overly dramatic, Seokjin laughing the whole time, Jungkook completely flustered, and Yoongi… quiet, but clearly understanding.
It was strange. You didn’t feel judged. Just… teased. And somehow, that made a small smile form on your lips.
“They’re… nice,” you said softly.
Namjoon nodded immediately. “Told you.”
“They seem to really like you,” he continued, his smile turning warmer. “And I’m happy about that.”
You looked at him, slightly confused. “Why?”
“Because you’re willing to get to know them,” he answered honestly. “That matters to me.”
You stayed quiet for a moment.
Then smiled softly. “Well… who wouldn’t want to be friends with BTS?” you said casually.
He raised an eyebrow.
You continued, lighter now, “The number one group in the world, hello?”
Namjoon let out a quiet scoff, holding back a laugh. “Oh really.”
“Of course,” you crossed your arms playfully. “This is a rare opportunity.”
He turned fully toward you, his eyes narrowing slightly with a teasing smile. “So you just want to be friends?”
You frowned. “Huh?”
He leaned in slightly, his voice lower. “Did you forget…”
You looked at him, still not catching on.
Namjoon smiled faintly. “You’re not just friends with BTS.”
He paused for a second. Then— “You’re dating me.”
Silence.
You blinked once.
Twice.
Then immediately turned your face away, trying to hide the smile that came so easily. “I mean… yeah.”
“‘I mean yeah’?” he repeated, pretending to be dissatisfied.
You looked back at him, this time fully smiling. “Well… I’m still friends with the others too.”
He scoffed lightly. “Wrong priority.”
You laughed softly. “Oh really?”
Namjoon shook his head slightly, but his hand was still holding yours, his thumb gently brushing over it.
“You should be proud,” he said casually.
“Why should I be the one proud?”
“Because you got me,” he answered without hesitation.
You immediately laughed, shaking your head. “You’re so confident.”
He smiled. “Just realistic.”
You shook your head again, still smiling. “Yeah, yeah… Kim Namjoon, member of BTS.”
He nodded in satisfaction. “Exactly.”
You leaned back into your seat again, this time completely relaxed.
His hand still held yours—warm, steady, and… familiar.
The car kept moving. And for the first time since the day started— you felt completely at ease.
No embarrassment. No panic. Just you… and him. In a car slowly heading home. And somehow— home felt a little more meaningful tonight than usual.
Author Notes: These are actually drabble from my ongoing series, so they’re still connected to the main storyline I’ve been working on. You can check out the full series (Between Collisions). If you enjoyed this, I’d really appreciate a comment! I’ve just started writing recently, so your feedback would genuinely help me improve 🤍
Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance
I think my grievance with Quips is that they reek of a desperate, try-hard nature which opposes earnestness. When a character is earnest 90% of the time, a quip can land as just a sarcastic or quick-witted thought the character had. But when a character is 90% quips, it feels like they're standing on a desk shouting "aren't I funny????? Aren't I so so funny?????"
If you've ever been to an Open Mic comedy night and seen a novice comedian absolutely bombing on stage, not because the substance of their set has no comedic potential, but because their delivery is far too anticipatory of the laughs they're sure they'll get, then that is how I feel when reading Quippy Characters.
not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀
