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News: Filter 139M, WHO 110M, Film Out in iTunes
[Credit to JIMIN DATA • Slow@PJM_data and 지국차트 ♡ SLOW@jikookchartdata ]
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Fae Prince Jimin inspired by sirradel's ( http://archiveofourown.org/users/sirradel/pseuds/sirradel) work It may be a dream(but I am yours)
Requested When they see you twerking for the first time || ✨
Banter
Nothing makes you laugh harder than your best friend.
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Fluff/drabble
Word count: 811
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“Hey, Joon.”
“Hey, what?”
You flop onto your stomach and look at him. “A Roman walks into a bar, holds up two fingers, and says ‘five beers, please.’”
Namjoon snorts. “That was awful.”
“It was good and you know it.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
“Literally the worst joke, y/n.”
“Ya know what, I’m just gonna go be friends with the new kid. At least he appreciates my quality humor.”
“Nooo,” Namjoon groans. “Jungkook’s stolen every cute girl in school. I don’t need him stealing my best friend, too.”
“What do you mean he’s stolen every cute girl? I’m still here.”
“I said what I said.”
“As if I need lower self-esteem,” you complain, swatting him. “You’re gonna be paying for my therapy.”
“I thought I was basically your therapist.”
“I said paying for therapy. Therapy involves ice cream, everyone knows that.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes. “So... you want ice cream.”
“Maybe.”
“And lemme guess, you’re broke?”
“In every sense of the word.”
Your friend stands and sighs. “Y/n, want to get ice cream? My treat.”
You wriggle excitedly. “How do I deserve you?”
“You don’t.”
“Yeah, I know,” you say, taking his offered hand and letting yourself be pulled upright.
Later
“Tag yourself, I’m the guy over there that’s totally on Tinder,” Namjoon nudges you and nods to a guy swiping enthusiastically on his phone.
“Is he literally only swiping right?” you snigger before scanning the mall. “Ooh, tag yourself, I’m that girl whose great-aunt just died.”
Namjoon follows your gaze to the teenager staring in horror at her screen. “Um, excuse me, she clearly just matched with our guy on Tinder.”
“Damn, you’re right. Fine, what about Old Man McGee over there who just realized his granddaughter is a raging lesbian?” You nod at the balding man who seems to be staring into space in utter bewilderment.
“Wait, that’s your grandfather?”
“What? No– Ohh, I hate you.” you poke him in the ribs. “Dumbass. I’m only a raging lesbian some of the time.”
“Right, perks of being sexually attracted to kitchenware.”
“I swear to god– you and your hetero ass can–”
“Hey, I’m kidding. Just because I’m your only straight friend doesn’t mean I don’t know what pansexual means.”
“Given that I’ve explained it approximately fourteen hundred thousand and eight times, I would certainly hope so.”
“You and your ‘approximately’s... Oh, hey,” Namjoon says, noticing someone behind you. “Isn’t that Jung Hoseok?”
“Oh, jeez. Where?” you let your hair fall forward to hide your face, but it’s too late.
“Y/n, hey!”
You grit your teeth as Hoseok takes the seat next to you. You instinctively scoot closer to Namjoon. “Hi, Hoseok.”
“Been a while, girl.”
“A very deliberate while. Boy.” you reply icily.
Hoseok chuckles. “I’m not a boy, I’m a man. And I’m having a party tonight. If you want, you can come by,” Hoseok leans in close. “I can show you just how much of a man I am.”
“Sorry, I’m taken,” you lie. Literally anything to get him away from you.
Hoseok leans back. “Really? By who?”
“Uh...” Jungkook? No, he’ll know it’s a lie. Jin? Waaaay out of your league. You want to say Jennie or Wendy, but the idea will just encourage him further...
“Did you just make it up?” Hoseok laughs. “If you’re so desperate for a boyfriend, y/n, you coulda just asked.” He slings an arm around your shoulders and you shudder, wishing you could shrink until you disappeared.
“Dude. Get away from her,” Namjoon says in an uncharacteristic growl, pushing Hoseok’s arm off of you.
“Why should I?”
“Besides the fact that your advances are clearly unwelcome and you’re disrespecting her personal space? She said she was taken, asshole.”
“That’s fucking bullshit, and you know it.” Hoseok scoffs.
“Tell that to her boyfriend.” Suddenly an arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you close, but it’s not strange, it’s warm and safe and familiar and Namjoon, and he smiles at you with the dimples that you could never help but admire, his eyes soft, and you hold his gaze for minuteshoursdays before the trance is broken by Hoseok.
“Whatever,” he sneers as he stands. “Not worth the trouble.”
You breathe a sigh of relief as he walks away. “Jesus. Sorry. Thanks for, uh... thanks.”
Namjoon keeps his arm around you. “Not a problem.”
“Joon? You don’t have to...” yes, you like having his arm around you, you’re enjoying the close proximity, but you’re enjoying it too much for being his best friend. “You don’t have to pretend anymore,” you tell him. “Hoseok’s gone.”
“Maybe I don’t want to pretend,” he whispers, so low that you don’t catch it.
“Huh? Did you say something?”
Namjoon stands and stretches. “Nah. Here, pass me your trash.”
“Thanks, nerd.”
Namjoon ruffles your hair. “You’re welcome, dork.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
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