The man deserves the best life can offer from his career to his personal life, as he does the title leader justice and does so much. Not only for the other BTS members, but us as army, the people he works with at Bighit, talk show hosts, and everyone in between. So many people tell stories of how kind, humble, and polite Namjoon’s been in a number of interactions.
I admire his ability to be honest, vulnerable, and beyond creative with his art. espescially in terms of self identity and the path of loving yourself. Art like that can encourage positive growth in those impacted the most by it. From his work for bts and his solo work, it’s as clear as day that he puts everything and a little bit more into everything he does and makes. Some of my favorite work of his includes Reflection, Do You, Trivia Love, 4 O’clock, his cover of Fools by Troye Sivan with Jungkook, What am I to You, and last but not least Spring Day. I heard he wrote the song in one sitting, and idk if that’s true but either way it’s still easily my favorite BTS song. It speaks so true to feelings I’ve felt consistently throughout my life.
You can tell he cares so much for each and every member with that big ass heart of his. They all truly have their own special relationship with one another. BTS wouldn’t be BTS without him and his leadership skills, as he holds the group together, provides support, and represents them on an international level as a fluent English speaker.
He’s also just so damn handsome and cute. Like honestly the people who have the a u d a c i t y to say he’s ugly can fist fight me for real. I espesically love the duality he possesses. He can go from this
To this
Happy Birthday to this intelligent, hardworking, talented, creative, handsome, adorable, and thoughtful man. He deserves the world. Namjoon has the best dimples in the world and this is a f a c t
Summary: With the help of a sarcastic remark by Yoongi, you manage to come up with the perfect present for Namjoon on his birthday.
(A/N: aaaa okay so I power produced this fic in a short amount of time so if there's any mistakes I apologize! The time where I am right now is just before midnight on September 12, so I had to make sure I posted before Joonie's 'technical' bday was over lmao.,,,but it's rlly sweet I promise, so I hope you enjoy <3 btw the song that this fic references is Maybe by Birdy, so give it a listen if you would like to! shoutout to the Birdy song on Jungkook's Spotify playlist)
You could feel his eyes on you from across the living room. Uncomfortably, you curled yourself deeper into the blankets you had snatched from the corner of the room. Burying yourself into the edge of the couch, you tried desperately to calm your sudden stuttering heartbeat and the pink blush that was growing on your face embarrassingly fast. You lifted your eyes to turn your attention to the two idiots goofing off with each other on the opposite couch, clutching game controllers in their hands and yelling excitedly when they beat the other.
You didn’t know if he was still looking at you, but considering the intense feeling of someone’s eyes on you that just wouldn’t go away, you assumed that he was. Boldly, you snapped your gaze up to his face and saw a glimpse of his eyes quickly flickering away from yours. You had to applaud his effort, he had almost gotten away without being caught by you. Almost. You felt a tiny bubble of confidence start to surface within you with the knowledge that he didn’t want to be caught staring at you. But that feeling was quickly covered up with utter bashfulness, your shyness when it came to any feeling of these sort getting the best of you.
It wasn’t your original plan to be here, when the reality was you should be using this time to study. In the middle of cramming for your exams coming up, books lying open on your desk in front of you, your phone had started abruptly going off next to you. You had picked up the phone only to be met with the playfully screaming voices of your friends Hobi and Taehyung, who started shouting over each other into the speaker. You had smiled against the receiver before finally being able to decipher what they were trying to tell you.
“Y/N! Come over here and hang with us, we’re bored.” You recognized Taehyung’s playful voice from the other end of the line as he dramatically stretched out the word bored. There was a rustling noise, and then you heard Hobi’s voice sound from the speaker. “You can’t spend every waking second studying, Y/N. Come and hang out for a bit with us. You need a break.” You could hear the smile in his voice as you realized he was probably right. You needed to loosen up, and there was no way you would be able to focus on your exams if your brain was fried from studying so much. So you agreed, but now you were starting to question your decision.
“So, Y/N.” You lifted your head up, snapping out of your daze. The game was paused on the television screen and you glanced over to see Taehyung looking at you smiling slyly. Turning and leaning backwards slightly he laid his head on the arm rest, moving his legs on top of Hobi’s lap. Hobi batted at them with a displeased expression before giving up and resorted to crossing his arms over the younger’s feet. Tae turned his head sideways eyeing you, before saying, “You know it’s Namjoon’s birthday in a few days, don’t you?”
A light chuckle met your ears from across the living room and you felt tiny butterflies flutter in your stomach at the sound. But you remained your composure, looking up to meet Namjoon’s eyes with a small smile growing on your face. “Of course, how could I forget?” You played along while sitting up to slightly unwrap yourself from your blanket cocoon. A ghost of a smile laced itself on Namjoon’s face, and you didn’t move your gaze as he blinked and looked down at his feet.
“Oh? You already have a present picked out?” Hobi said with a snicker as he toyed with Taehyung’s toes before resorting to ferociously tickling them. Taehyung yelped before kicking his feet violently, eventually causing him to roll off of the couch and onto the floor. You laughed at him for a few seconds before letting his question sink in. Of course you knew that Namjoon’s birthday was shockingly soon, the problem was that you had been trying to think up the perfect present for him for what felt like weeks. None of your ideas seemed to match right.
“You should give him a song or something for his birthday. I mean, he always freaks out whenever he hears you sing, you know.” A calm and familiar voice sounded from just outside the living room, and everyone in the room looked up to see Yoongi casually stroll around the corner, looking at the phone in his hand.
“Hyung, how long were you standing over there and not bothering to walk in and say something?” Hobi asked sarcastically, not truly surprised. Yoongi shrugged in response, still gazing at his phone screen with a slight crease between his eyebrows. “Just trying to help.” He muttered under his breath as he walked over and sat down next to you. Yoongi had said it as if he didn’t think you would really take it seriously, but the idea hit something within you. Call it inspiration, or a sense of realization. Now that you looked back on it, every time you would subtly hum along to the radio while he was present the room would suddenly get quiet. Did he really like your singing that much? You were too preoccupied contemplating this new idea to notice the daggers that Namjoon started sending Yoongi, or how his ears started to flush a slight shade of pink.
You finally came to a decision on what you were going to do. Standing up more abruptly than you intended, the boys in the room looked up at you in question. Fumbling for an excuse, you casually said something about having to get back to your studying. They all shouted a few quick goodbyes as you gathered your things and headed out, back to your place.
The next day, you were walking down the street with your bag over your shoulder, a small, nervous smile seemingly transfixed on your face. Earlier you had sent a few texts to Yoongi, arranging to meet up with him at the place you were heading to now. Anxiously, your steps slowed as you were met by your destination. Pushing the door open, you made your way inside.
The near moment you stepped inside the building you saw Yoongi standing in the entrance hallway, leaning against the wall. He met your eyes, before giving you a small smile. You raised your hand halfheartedly and gave him a wave. “Hey.” He murmured as he stood up to start leading you further into the building. Soon enough you found yourself inside of his studio, glancing around to take in everything that made up his workspace. You stood there lost in thought for a moment, before you felt a light nudge on your shoulder and turned to see Yoongi watching you, something that resembled amusement dancing in his eyes. “So, are you ready for this?” He asked playfully, but there was a sort of serious undertone to his voice.
“Yeah,” You responded. It didn’t sound like enough, so you added confidently, “Let’s give Namjoon one of the best birthday presents he’ll ever receive.” The smile that grew on your face was as genuine as the air you breathed in through your lungs, exhaling any negative feelings you might have had earlier. Yoongi nodded at you, and the two of you got to work.
Namjoon slipped on his light jacket, heading out to gather the mail for the day. Yawning, he closed the door behind him and started walking down to the small cluster of mailboxes, one of which contained the things he was looking for. It was a bit earlier in the morning than he was used to, but he had gotten up at this time on purpose. The cool, morning September air clinged onto him through his jacket, but somehow it made everything perfect. Like just another piece of a big jigsaw puzzle, fitting in right where it was supposed to be. It was the day of his birthday, and he always enjoyed waking up as early as he could muster on his birthdays, wanting to be awake for it as much as he could. That night he would probably go to sleep later than usual as well, just to experience as much as he could fit into one day. He only had a birthday once a year, after all. So why not enjoy as much of it as he could?
Finally, he reached the mailbox he was looking for. He reached in, feeling a handful of letters of different sizes. Pulling them out, he was greeted with wild varieties of colors and some misshapen envelopes. The purest of smiles grew on his face, already knowing that they were all from the other members, who always gave him an array of cards on his birthday. There were a few from some of his more distant friends as well, the addresses scribbled on the envelopes blinking in familiarity. But on the bottom of the stack was a gray envelope, with no return address.
Not wanting to wait until he was back inside, his curiosity got the better of him as he ripped open the gray envelope. On the inside of the flap, there were a few small words scribbled in familiar handwriting. They read, For Joonie, I hope you like it as much as I hope you will.~
He knew the handwriting, the way all of the ys looped over their own tails. But for some reason he couldn’t put his finger on it. Sliding his finger into the envelope and widening the opening, he peered in only to be met with nothing except for a small flash drive. He shook it out of the envelope and into his hand, holding it up to examine it curiously. Shrugging, he slipped it into his pocket and turned, cards in hand. Eventually he made it back inside, closing the door behind him and making his way in, excited for the rest of the day to unfold.
Later, Namjoon stood in front of the computer in his studio. A crease between his eyebrows, he pulled the flash drive out from his pocket, staring at it for a few seconds before shutting off his thoughts and plugging it into his computer. A notice popped up on the screen, showing the contents of the flash drive. The only thing that showed up under contents was a lone audio file. Namjoon quirked an eyebrow, snatching up his headphones and putting them on before double clicking the file. The screen was consumed in darkness, and he heard the quiet sound of static-like silence that signified the beginning of a recording.
Maybe~
I know it’s just maybe
And we’re only dreaming
For how this will go
Your smooth voice flowed into Namjoon’s ears, and he lifted his head in shock, reaching up to place his hands over the muffs his headphones. He took a seat, listening to your crooning voice continue the sweet and cheery melody.
But maybe
One day this daydream
Will turn into real things
For all that we know~
Namjoon smiled the hardest he had the whole day, sitting still and listening to the rest of the song play. He knew it would be in his head for hours, if not days to come. Finally, the last note of the song was hit, and the audio track ended with a click. Namjoon slipped off his headphones, letting them fall around his neck. Still smiling, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to you.
I got the song… |6:24 pm
He watched the screen as you opened his text, the little R showing that you had read it. A typing bubble showed up after a few seconds, and eventually your response was sent.
Oh? What did you think? |6:26 pm
Namjoon contemplated his response for a minute or so, before typing out his answer.
I liked it. A lot, actually. |6:28 pm
The response from you came sooner than he expected, and as he quickly skimmed your text he knew that you hadn’t caught on to what he truly meant.
I’m glad. Happy birthday, Joonie |6:28 pm
Beginning to type again, he felt a bubble of confidence rise in him. Pressing send, he patiently waited for your answer.
Still, not as much as I like you, Y/N. |6:29 pm
He watched in amusement as the bubble signifying you typing appeared, then disappeared just as quickly. This repeated quite a few times before he let out a chuckle and refused to save you, turning off his phone and leaving you to yourself. He stood up, spontaneously deciding to visit your place so that you could continue the conversation there. Stopping abruptly while he was halfway out the doorway, he pivoted on one foot and turned back to his computer, reaching forward and making sure to click ‘save file to computer’. Another smile played on his lips as he imagined your astonished expression when he turned up at your door, and he revelled in the idea as he walked out of the room, closing the door to his studio behind him. The day had definitely lived up to his expectations, being the best birthday he had experienced in a while.
