The many ways Miss Fortune says "I love you" with their actions
Moving into writing the early days of Miss Fortune and Astarion's official relationship and I want them to be awkward and bumbling little weirdos about it. Two people used to performing intimacy and exuding confidence they don't really feel deep down suddenly doing their best to be real, honest, and raw with another person? Yesss gimme all the awkwardness. Here are some ways I think Miss Fortune would show their love while they're still too afraid to speak those three little words. Some of these details might be too small and extraneous to make it into the fic but they're in my brain so I'm putting them in one place x)
While I didn't create this with the intention of turning it into a tag game, if this inspires you to take the idea and run with it, go for it! Just tag me so I can giggle over the ways your OC is cute and lovey :3
Calming down after a battle and they're still too awkward to initiate a kiss in front of everyone so instead they grab Astarion's hand and place it over their heart and hold it there for a few moments until it starts to beat slower.
Back at camp, they offer to wash anywhere Astarion can't reach so he doesn't carry any of the day's adventuring grime with him into the next day.
Blushing. So much blushing. For a person who thought blush was exclusively a powder one put on their cheeks they're flustered by how easily it happens now. Astarion doesn't even have to try to make them blush (he does anyway).
If anyone tells a joke at Astarion's expense, Miss Fortune tenses. They look to see his reaction first before they decide whether to laugh or jump down the offender's throat. They probably overreact a few times but everyone thinks it's adorable and shift the teasing over to them instead.
If they spend literally any time apart, Miss Fortune is so excited to see Astarion again that they're practically vibrating but they don't know what to do with their hands or their eyes or gods, anything at all. So they wind up bouncing on the balls of their feet and swinging their arms gently from side to side as their mind shifts rapidly between impulses they're too unsure to act on. The whole pattern makes them look like they have to pee and everyone teases them.
Scalp massages that go on until Astarion's just a mumbling puddle.
Back and neck massages until, again, Astarion is fully melting.
Insisting Astarion join them for their evening and morning skincare routine - "just cuz you're undead doesn't mean you can't moisturize, sweetie - no, not with blood!"
Astarion gets first pick of any rogue-coded loot - only the best for him.
Miss Fortune looks for any excuse to compliment Astarion, even silly things like "I liked the way you picked that lock back there."
Astarion mentioned he likes their scent so now they always leave a (gently) worn shirt in his tent any night they're going to sleep separately.
They also like Astarion's scent so they steal or hide a gently worn shirt until Astarion catches on and "forgets" one in their tent at all times.
When they do sleep together there has to be some kind of contact at all times, even if it's just a pinky draped over his wrist.
They're overall so relaxed around Astarion that they start subconsciously humming Dwarven folk songs they learned from their father figure since that was the soundtrack to their only happy moments growing up; they didn't even realize they'd remembered the songs. When Astarion points it out they deny it vehemently.
Simon Riley hated weddings.
He especially hated being flown across the bloody globe to attend one.
India—loud, sweltering, bursting with color and chaos—was everything he despised. The moment he stepped off the plane, the noise hit him like a punch to the head: shouting porters, car horns that never stopped, music blaring from every direction. And the crowds—people pressed together like sardines, smiling, talking, brushing past without apology. It set his nerves on edge.
So, of course, Soap was marrying an Indian woman. In Chennai. With three full days of ceremonies, rituals, and celebrations.
It was Day Two. The Nalangu ceremony—some sort of pre-wedding games and blessings—and Simon had reached his limit. His crisp cream kurta stuck to his back. He’d been dragged into three different group photos. Someone smeared turmeric on his face earlier. There was cardamom in everything.
Soap was in his element, laughing easily with the bride’s family, his smile wide and golden in the sunlight. Price and Gaz were nursing cold drinks under a cloth canopy, chatting like they were on vacation. Simon, meanwhile, lingered at the edge of the festivities, arms crossed, his skull mask tucked away in deference to the occasion—but his expression was no less unreadable.
Then he saw her again.
He’d first noticed her the evening before, at the welcome dinner. A young woman in a pale, silken saree—delicate threads of gold embroidery running along its border, draped carefully over one shoulder like a veil of moonlight. She hadn’t spoken much, if at all. Just smiled politely, murmured thank-yous, and stuck close to an older couple—her parents, likely—or hovered near a gaggle of aunts and cousins.
Sanjana. That’s what someone had called her.
Her eyes were always downcast in public, flitting upward only in short, uncertain glances. She didn’t laugh loudly or pose for pictures or jostle for food at the buffet. She folded her hands in front of her and stayed still, like she was trying not to take up too much space. Her hair was pinned into a low bun, jasmine flowers tucked at the side. She looked soft. Shy. Quiet—a word Simon rarely got to associate with this wedding.
And yet she’d been everywhere. Helping the older women carry trays of food. Offering water to guests. Fixing other people’s sarees. Always in the background, yet unmistakable once you noticed her.
He had noticed.
Maybe it was the way she stood apart, even in the center of things. Or the way she watched the world with large, solemn eyes—like she was absorbing everything and giving nothing away.
Either way, he'd been observing her for nearly a day now.
Then the opportunity came.
The late-afternoon sun had dipped low enough to cool the air, and most of the guests had retreated under the shade of the mandap tent. TF141 had found a quiet corner with their own stash of drinks and an empty fruit platter. Simon sat slightly apart, arms draped over his knees, watching the gathering from behind his usual stillness.
And then Tara, the bride, appeared—resplendent in her green silk saree and full of the kind of energy only brides could summon after hours of rituals.
She led Sanjana with her, gently holding her by the wrist.
“Sanjana, just check on the boys, yeah?” Tara said brightly, with the tone of someone assigning a harmless errand. “Make sure they’ve got water, snacks—whatever they need. I’ll be back in two minutes.”
Sanjana looked like she’d rather melt into the floor.
Simon watched as she stepped forward, silent and obedient, clutching the edge of her saree blouse with one hand like it gave her courage. Her bangles clinked softly as she moved.
She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Not even his.
But she was here now. Right in front of them.
He leaned forward, just slightly—enough to listen.
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Right now Sweet Child is my baby, Stranger Tides was my first fic in forever and got me moving through intense grief…
My Camila adopts Hunter colabs make my heart happy, but I have an absolute sweet spot for this three chapter fic that I wrote recently.
Especially this line.
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“He smiled. "What better of a middle finger in Belos’ smug face," Hunter thought, "That the very last grimwalker to escape the his thrall to have fallen crazy, wildly, silly in love with a witch?" He took a moment to honor those who came before, wishing that they could have lived to experience this bliss.”
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Check out the description and the tags and if it’s your jam take a look!
Not giving away the ending but it’s rated Teen, and my attempt at writing fluff and feels.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
I just love the concept of these two figuring out their relationship! Especially after Hunter literally grew up in a cult not knowing what a hug was.
An ATEEZ Yunho x Reader, Mingi x Yunho, Mingi x Reader Fanfic by AbsentCaryatid
This takes place in the JC Saga world sometime between chapter 12 and the epilogue, follows up on Mingi Cheated, 4K words
Mingi is dating both Yunho and the reader. After years of pining Yunho's crush on the reader is finally reciprocated with some loving help from Mingi and Wooyoung. Lots of warmth, snuggling, and happiness in this one with a touch of insecurities that get resolved.
Content note: fluffy with light angst, asexual and agender reader using she/her pronouns and comfortably called girlfriend, an unintentional ass grab, polyamory, food
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Seeing Yunho and Mingi in love made your heart warm. Sharing your boyfriend came easily, and the story of how they had gotten together months ago was a favorite moment to remember. You had been in the kitchen of the ATEEZ dorm visiting Mingi while cooking something for a date night at home. Music always made the preparations more fun, so your tablet cycled through a mix of favorites. ‘Trouble Maker’ had begun to play drawing Yunho into the room from his spot on the couch.
“Oh, it is our song,” Yunho joked as he began to dance with Mingi in their routine often performed as fan service. Holding hands, he sunk down Mingi’s leg and posed while crouching. The way Mingi was rutting against his friend always brought Seonghwa hastily separating them when before an audience, but tonight there was only you cheering them on.
“It could be our song.” Mingi gazed down at his friend intently with Yunho returning a shy grin. They looked so happy together. Mingi then looked to you, and at your smiling nod of approval he continued drawing Yunho back up with a hand to his cheek.
Seeing this play out was not a surprise other than being present when it occurred. As you were growing closer, Mingi had always been open about being bisexual, and recently he had mentioned discovering a newfound attraction to Yunho. Conveniently, you had been able to help things along when Mingi had performed Eric Nam’s ‘How’m I Doing’ for a singing review. Seated at Yunho’s side while watching, he had commented afterward, “I saw the love for you in his eyes as he said those words. That was coming from the heart.”
“It is. He has been so proud of developing his singing voice, and Betty helped him with pronouncing the English lyrics.” To Yunho’s surprise, you also let him know Mingi had revealed there were two people the words “I'm tryna be the man you need. I'm tryna keep you next to me. Oh, I'm tryna be the one you call. The one you reach for anything at all” brought to mind and Yunho was the other. “He’s looking at both of us,” you softly disclosed.
“Really?” From his voice you could tell Yunho was not troubled by the idea, just taking in a new piece of information he was not aware of before. The song was a favorite of his and he went over the rest of the lyrics in his head. “So can I be the one you call when you're thinking 'bout nothing? And can I be the one you reach for when you haven't been sleeping at all? Can I be, can I be the one?” He smiled to himself realizing Mingi had once said in an interview Yunho was his destiny. It had always seemed liked destined to meet in high school or be together in ATEEZ, but maybe there was more to it.
Additionally, for some time Mingi had discussed being polyamorous and you approved. As an asexual you were unsure if you would take advantage of the freedom yourself, but you wanted Mingi to have the option of other steady partners, especially for sexual needs you would not be helping him fill. Picking up Yunho’s phone from the table, you took a shot of their cheek to cheek embrace as they continued to dance suggestively. “You might want to remember this moment. I’ll just leave the dinner for you two to enjoy. Goodnight, guys.”
Laughing at the plot twist, you had gone back to your own apartment and made a simpler meal to replace the one you had just lost to the budding romance between your friends. The next day they had been falling all over themselves apologizing for stealing your dinner and date night with Mingi, but you had assured them you had only found the situation funny and endearing. The timing was right, and you were so glad Mingi’s interest had been reciprocated because you had never seen Yunho date anyone other than women, though you were agender yourself and he had been nursing a crush on you for years. To discover he was open to a relationship with Mingi was a welcome development for everyone involved.
The months since had seen Mingi add so much to his happiness and that pleased you immensely. Your boyfriend had as much time for you as ever, just sometimes with Yunho present too, which worked out just fine. The joint picnics with your shared boyfriend had been enjoyable, as were some recent fishing trips.
Other days you were back in the dorm kitchen, now cooking for three or more sometimes. Your job at KQ Entertainment gave you a regular schedule, and at this point early in your career no work to do from home in the evenings. With this freedom your friends did not have given their erratic hours, you often found yourself cooking for the ATEEZ team because you enjoyed it and they did as well. As tasty as it was, no one could live on takeout fried chicken alone.
Happily preparing food for the group, you hummed contentedly while puttering in the kitchen. Used to working around Wooyoung in the limited space, you came to the sink and nudged Yunho aside with your palm at his waist, or so you meant. Out of habit it had been at the height your hand was accustomed to, which would not have been a problem on similar sized members like Yeosang. As you pulled back quickly at the different, shape you belatedly saw you had guided him sideways below the belt rather than on it.
“Well, well, well. Didn’t know you felt that way about me, or anybody really since you are ace,” he needled. “Is this a first for you?”
Turning to see your heated face, Yunho smirked as you attempted an apology. You were mortified, but Yunho said the touch was fine. “We used to hug so closely as friends anyway.” He had not meant to bring up the distance that had grown between you since he had let you know he was interested in dating long ago. Things had felt different since the recent night together, but neither of you had brought up the tenderness shared that morning over Mingi’s sleeping body in the hotel room that had unexpectedly held only one bed.
“It was definitely not intentional to grab your butt, thanks for recognizing it for the accident it was.”
“You have known for years I am interested in more between us. This could be the start of something.” He teased, but you also knew he was being very honest about his feelings for you. Unable to read your reaction, something you were unsure of yourself, he realized humor was not helping the situation so he apologized too and hurriedly left the room.
Mingi laughed as Yunho related the event. “We are not touchy like that ourselves, so yeah, I am sure palming your cute ass was not something she meant to do.” Watching his boyfriend closely, it seemed something about the interaction was still weighing on his friend and Mingi’s tone turned serious. “You seem stressed, no matter her intentions getting groped can still affect a person. What do you need from me?”
Yunho smiled warmly and put a hand on Mingi’s thigh as they sat on the bed side by side. “That is thoughtful for you to worry, but I found it a surprise more than anything else. My mind is actually on what I blurted out afterward.” Yunho’s shoulders drooped and Mingi drew him into a nourishing, enveloping hug. “I remembered how close we had been before, cuddling platonically regularly, and how that abruptly ended after I wanted more. When she fell for you later on it ripped my heart to shreds that I couldn’t have been the one that made her want to date. It has taken me almost as long to realize it was no fault of my own. The timing was not right perhaps, just like we’ve been friends for years now and then suddenly wanted more.”
Mingi tutted thoughtfully at his partner. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. I know that for certain.” Kissing Yunho’s cheeks, the conversation continued in Mingi’s room while you finished preparing dinner for your atypical family.
Hands busy, your mind was free to wander, and you spent a lot of it trying to figure out your heart. Showing love through cooking and other types of caregiving came easily to you. The rest did not, and the weight of all these thoughts was evident on your face. When Yeosang came into the room for a drink he took note of your mood and merely put a gentle hand on your back paired with a sympathetic smile before leaving again.
Soon after, Wooyoung slipped into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. “Yeosang suggested I might be of use. Need another round of my services as an agony aunt? It turned out pretty well last time when you ended up with Mingi.” Gratefully you joined him at the table, thankful for the emotional sensitivity of both friends. Just as before, Wooyoung was an ideal person to sort through feelings with and the discussion helped you come to a life-changing decision.
When dinner was over, you contentedly lay in Mingi’s arms on the couch. Your boyfriend had an important question about Yunho who was currently busy with V Live duties. Looking at you with unusual seriousness he asked, “What do you think of him?”
“I think Yunho makes you very happy.” The way your face relaxed into a fond look revealed there might be something more.
“True, but what are your feelings toward him? Before you tell me what a good friend he is, I will tell you why I ask. He let slip that he is hoping I can help him get over a long-term crush that had come roaring back after too much togetherness. I was just wondering if Yunho does not need to get over it. There are other options. You have always said there is not enough time in the world to snuggle me all you want to. Interested in doubling the amount?” The resulting conversation led to smiles all around, with another person to be included soon after.
Once you had gone home it was Yunho’s turn to be surrounded by the warmth of Mingi’s arms again, this time in bed together while roommate Jongho was conveniently away visiting his parents for the weekend. Idly playing with Yunho’s hair, his lover mentioned, “You know, she and I talk about you regularly.”
Yunho knew exactly who he meant. He looked up into the eyes of his boyfriend and Mingi could see unshed tears. “Does she hate me for having a crush on her?”
Now it was Mingi’s turn to tear up. “Love, nobody could ever hate you,” he gently reassured with a caress to the cheek.
“She grew distant after I admitted it long ago and I should not have brought it up again today. Though she does hide it well if she dislikes me now. We have always been cordial toward each other, and it seems like we have fun on the few dates we have had together with you. Despite the sleepy, early morning moment we shared at the hotel recently, I still worry I make her uncomfortable though.”
“She felt bad she did not see you as a romantic prospect, and feared cuddliness was causing you harm. You are so liked she even struggled with thinking about dating back then just to make you happy.”
“Oh no, I had no idea. I am so glad she did not for both our sakes.”
“Wooyoung gave her good advice about that, and he helped again today. Now she thinks she just wasn’t ready for you yet. My girlfriend cares about you a lot, you know.” Mingi delivered the news with another loving caress.
Loath to break the contact, Yunho still pulled back and propped himself up on an elbow. “I am stuck on what you just said. Are you trying to imply she is ready now?”
Mingi grinned. “Yes, my dear one. And, just like I make sure she understands being polyamorous is for asexuals too, I have to check in with you. As far as we have discussed I am your only romantic partner currently, but if you are truly still willing, I can pass that information along. I am sure I would be very comfortable if my boyfriend gained an agender girlfriend.”
Despite feeling hopeful excitement, Yunho was hesitant. “It feels really weird to have you as a go-between when it seems like I should be talking to her myself.”
“She’s skittish. That’s exactly the word she used with me. There may even be a little jealousy now that we’re together.”
“That’s a bad feeling, like when my mom pays more attention to you than me.” Yunho ruefully laughed at the memory of a recent visit home with Mingi along charming his mother and getting a lot of praise. “I don’t want to get in the way of your relationship. You were hers first before we became lovers and as difficult as it would be I would give you up to preserve that if I had to.”
“Don’t fall on your own sword yet. Such a gentleman,” Mingi cooed while smoothing his boyfriend’s hair. “You misunderstand, the jealousy runs the other way. My girlfriend wants some of what I have with you. Not sex of course, but all the other kinds of loving touches and attention.”
Years of friendship told him that Mingi would never tease about something so serious. Still, feeling this change in your heart was too good to be true despite evidence from the recent overnight together he replied slowly, “Yes, you may tell her my interest is still there no matter how much I tried to put a stop to it.”
“Good. We will talk more tomorrow then.” Mingi sat up and kissed Yunho on the crown of his head.
“You know I love you for you, right? Not just as a stepping stone to your girlfriend.” Yunho looked concerned as he spoke and fiddled with the bedding.
“Yes, of course. You have always made me feel very secure in your affection.” Mingi gazed at his partner appraisingly for some time. “So handsome. For all those years I thought I wanted to look like you. Turns out I wanted to look at you.”
“I prefer my view,” Yunho marveled. “Sometimes I wish for just one moment you could see yourself through my eyes or hers. We both adore you so much. But I suppose it is for the best.” Grinning, he added, “If you truly knew how gorgeous you are you would end up insufferably vain.”
Mingi looked like he was going to throw a pillow in retaliation for that comment, but it was obvious he was touched by the sentiment even if he never could believe it. After a simple goodnight kiss he said, “Sleep well, Yunho.”
“You too.” The couple snuggled deeper under the comforter and spent a peaceful night enjoying the simple pleasure of being side by side, held closely in the small bed barely enough for one man six feet tall much less two.
The next morning you were pleased to get an email from Mingi. Usually you would text each other but longer messages came to your inbox, and you were reminded of the letters in the past that had caused you to fall for him in the first place. Funnily enough this was another note with romantic overtones, but the subject was a different one. Yunho. You were glad Mingi was taking the lead as you contemplated adding another partner. For one thing, you knew you had the approval of your boyfriend, but also he was the best person to help you sort your feelings out now that Wooyoung had done his part.
After a day of contemplation to make sure your decision felt right, you called Mingi in the evening. “I think I can understand very well the heart having room for more than one person romantically. Not so flattering to either of you guys, but the closest I can compare it to is knowing I can love more than one stuffed animal.”
Mingi laughed at the example. “The way you squeeze me like one, I have become resigned to being another of your plushies. If you do date Yunho it would spare me some wear and tear.”
The humor did help lift your mood a little. “I just wish love wasn’t so difficult and confusing sometimes.”
“It is worth it though, right?”
You reached out to him on the screen. “Yes, to be with you has given me more than I ever expected in life. It feels greedy to ask for more.”
Looking at you pointedly Mingi asked, “Do you think of me that way for having two partners?”
“Of course not, it seems quite natural for you to be so loved.”
He smiled at the compliment. “And I want the same for you. If you have to talk yourself into a relationship though it does not sound like the right time.”
“Did you ever hear from Jongho and Wooyoung how much they had to emotionally hand-hold me as I figured out I liked you? I think this is just my style to be so hesitant about new things. I do worry though, what if I try dating Yunho but then want to go back to friendship only?”
“Only you can say if the gamble is worth it to you, but I trust him to take care of himself. Everything has risk. Yunho has been to enough auditions to know you can come back from any loss. And really, my bet is that he would rather give his crush a chance to be reciprocated than be left wondering what could have been.”
“Okay.” You took a steeling breath. “Would you put him on the phone then? I am as ready as I will ever get.” You watched the background change behind Mingi as he traveled from his room to Yunho’s.
“You have a call,” he told his boyfriend in a gentle voice. The smile on Mingi’s face let Yunho know this was everything he had been hoping for after recent talks.
Nervously you blurted out, “Would you go on a date with me? It is only to your dining table and Mingi would cook for us tomorrow night. Would that be okay?”
“A date? You know I have been wishing to for years now. I would like that very much.” All this time you had thought only Mingi could produce a smile so bright and warm. The one Yunho gave was every bit as brilliant. He held himself together as best as he could, but as soon as you hastily hung up Yunho let out a whoop, hopped around, then hugged Mingi. Sleep was hard to come by but the big goofy grin of a person in love was plastered on his face for much of the night.
Somehow they made it through a day of practice, a group appearance, and taping an ANEWZ segment where Yunho was bouncier than ever performing his trademark physical comedy from the anchor chair. Together the pair made a quick run to the grocery store to get ingredients for a simple meal then headed back to the dorm to find you had already arrived. At Yunho’s entrance Seonghwa and San leapt off the couch claiming they suddenly had other places to be while Yeosang also made his way back to his room with a snarky but affectionate trail of “Have fun, lovebirds” in his wake.
“It is just a first date,” Yunho called to the closing door, but nobody in the dorm believed it was just that. Over the years it had filtered down even to often studio-closeted Hongjoong that Yunho had a giant crush on you. Yunho led you to the couch while Mingi worked on dinner. Sitting at your side, he kept a hold on your hand while looking at you affectionately. “This is finally happening, isn’t it?” You could only nod in response. Clearly things were still going to be awkward between you in the short term but for a completely different reason now. Without even thinking about it, you discovered your body had leaned sideways into him and you found your head resting on his shoulder. The joy on both your faces said all that was needed in the moment.
The meal went well for something that had to live up to so much anticipation. Not fully into the role of playing waiter, at one point Mingi leaned down to sneak a kiss from his boyfriend.
“Ahem. Waiter, I am on a first date with my potential girlfriend.”
“Oh, right. Enjoy your meal sir.”
Speaking for the benefit of both men you told Yunho, “You were not wrong when your first impression of Mingi was that he is innocent and cute. He really does radiate adorableness.”
Forgetting completely to act, Mingi blushed and replied, “Uh, I’ll be in my room if you need me, probably thinking how handsome your date is.”
“Exactly what is on my mind.”
Yunho’s ears reddened as he reached for your hand across the table. “Mingi was right, everything feels so different with the new label of dating, even though we eat together all the time. Years ago he and I would go out for hamburgers after dance class and talk for hours, and now we do the same thing while boyfriends and it feels so much more meaningful.” He paused and resumed, “You know, there is something to be said for already knowing the answer to ‘Will this date lead to sex tonight?’”
“Thank you for not having a fantasy that you can make this ace want sex.”
“I respect you too much for that. Besides, if Mingi could not, how could I possibly have more to offer than him?”
“You are both wonderful, differently wonderful, but wonderful nonetheless. How could you think you are any less perfect?” He melted at your words. Yunho had missed your praise since you had consciously backed off once Wooyoung had clued you in about feeding a then unreturned crush.
“Well I can relax and fill my stomach knowing there is no need for athletics tonight.”
“You might need to pry me off you if I end up hugging you too much. There are years of affection to make up for.”
“I have been warned by both of you now, but I am tough and can put up with a lot. And honestly, I do not think you could ever be too much.”
“We will see. I will try not to take it as a challenge.” Meal over, you found yourselves snuggled again on the couch. “I have missed this so. Pulling back on the closeness years ago really left me at a loss.”
Yunho agreed. “I am grateful you did even though it hurt at the time, but I did not have enough self-preservation to see how bad it was to feed a hopeless crush.”
“Guess it was not so hopeless after all. Thank you for being patient with me.”
Yunho kissed your forehead and drew you into a tighter embrace. “If I had pressured you, I would not be worth getting to have you.”
“I would like to see you again for a second date if that works for you.”
“Oh it does,” Yunho gushed, feeling happier than he had in a long time. Cozily entwined, you fell asleep on the couch together. The other members tiptoed by as they moved about the dorm pleased that Yunho’s pining might finally be at an end.
Pairing: namjoon/seokjin
Rated: t
Author: bazooka
Length: 16k
Right now Namjoon was exhausted and he'd been saying rude shit and he kept snapping at Taehyung and then they'd had to sit through that interview ("Who's your celebrity crush?") and Seokjin had tried making a joke ("Rap Monster," he'd said, thinking he was being clever) and even as everyone around them cracked up the look that had flashed through Namjoon's eyes belied something that looked almost brittle.
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admin’s note:
another oldie but a goldie,, i think ive read this fic more than one million times throughout the years and it remains one of my fave fics and of the ones that secured my love for namjin. old armys, and new ones who have happened to watch this one interview, we all know our reaction to when jin cutely said his celebrity crush was namjoon.. ah yes we all needed a fic after that and bazooka gladly provided like always. even today, 5(!!!) years later and i still need a fic for that moment and this one will always, always, satisfy. so yes. please read adorable awkward namjin
