Hi! I love all of your story and I think I've followed you since for the love and money? I really think that you're the best at writing slice of life story, so here I am humbly request:
Slice of life + namjoon x reader + any genre + maybe a doctor or single dad! AU🥺🥺?
I really hope you read this, and it doesn't matter if you don't choose mine. I just want you to know how I enjoy reading yours💜
I think a lot of my readers have been dying for me to write a single dad!AU lol. Admittedly, it’s a bit hard to write a slice of life drabble considering my style of slice of life consists of a lot of slow burn which is impossible to execute in a drabble but I’ll give it my best shot! Hope you enjoy this one!!
↳ Three Peas in a Pod
1k || 98% Fluff, 2% Angst || Kim Namjoon || Single Dad!AU
“Wait!”
There’s a panicked shout that echoes throughout the quiet, suburban street. A street that’s already asleep. The lampposts are illuminated in the distance, their light faint and warm.
You whirl around, keys in hand, the headlights of your car already glowing as you pressed for the doors to unlock. “Namjoon?! What’s wrong?”
He catches up to you on his driveway, worn and tired, huffing and puffing. “W-We need to talk.”
There’s an uneasy emotion that brews in the pit of your stomach. You have an inkling of what he wants to say. You have for a while now.
“Maybe we should wait,” you offer. “We’re both tired and I have work tomorrow…”
It has been a long day. Just looking at his haggard appearance, it’s enough to know. His jeans are grimy from the dirt at the park, tee shirt stained from making lunch and dinner, and his hair’s been disheveled by tiny, plush hands grasping at him. You’re sure you don’t look any better.
But as you turn to your car, Namjoon grabs your wrist and you find his steadfast gaze.
He shakes his head, stern. “No more waiting.”
You know you can’t put this conversation off any longer. You’ve already evaded three times.
He inhales a deep breath and you wait anxiously. You’re not sure what he’s going to say exactly, but then he exhales— “Stay with us.”
“What?”
“Don’t go,” he says in a low voice that rumbles through your ear drums and restarts the rapid pitter-pattering of your heart. Namjoon’s eyes are softened and sincere. “You don’t have to go.”
You muster a smile. You’re reminded of how similar he and his daughter are to one another. God knows she always throws a tantrum when you put on your coat — as if she’s learnt to associate that with you leaving. It was a battle and a half to get the two-year old asleep tonight too. She knows you won’t be there when she wakes up. She’s too smart for her own good, too much like her dad. It still breaks your heart that one of the first words she learnt was ‘stay’.
But now it was Namjoon asking for the same.
“I don’t have any of my clothes here and—”
“No. I don’t just mean today. I mean tomorrow and the next day and the day after that.”
He lets go of your wrist and your smile falls. The courage inside of you becomes timid.
“I can’t. This….can’t happen, Joon.”
“Why not?” His brows furrow, a knot forming in between. “You’re the one who told me that it’s been two years. That it’s okay to move on. That it’s what she would’ve wanted.”
“Yes.” You lift your head. “But not with me.”
Namjoon’s frown deepens. You hate it when he looks like that. He’s always looked much better smiling with all cheeks and dimples. The same smile his daughter inherited. “Why?”
“Is it because you were Eunbi’s best friend?” he asks— no — he demands to know.
“No.”
You still remember. Eunbi’s own parents pulled you aside on Lia’s birthday. They must've seen something between you and Namjoon, something that you are afraid to define. But they told you it was okay, that they were glad their granddaughter has someone like you by her side in place of her mother. And Yoongi’s right. You know Eunbi more than anyone and she would’ve never held it against you.
But….
“I think you’re confused.”
The words are whispered out of you, torn from your pained throat, the thoughts that have plagued you for years finally spoken aloud.
Namjoon freezes. His broad frame becomes rigid.
His expression turns from confusion to anger.
But you stand your ground. “You’ve been going through a lot. We’ve been going through a lot. After...after Eunbi passed away, I was there. I was there from the start, Namjoon. And I know Lia loves me as much as she loves you. But if it were anyone else—”
“No,” he interrupts, already knowing where you’re going with this. “That’s not true.”
“But isn’t it?” You search his expression desperately. “What if it wasn’t me? What if it was someone else?” The questions linger between the pair of you in the pregnant silence. “I don’t want you to be confused just because I’d make a good mother to Lia. I’ll still be here for her no matter what, so you shouldn’t feel obligated to be together. Or to have to compensate me with a relationship.”
“Compensate?!”
His abrupt shout makes you flinch. You’re taken aback by Namjoon’s contorted expression, the way his jaw is clenched, teeth gritted. “Is that what you thought this entire time?”
You open your mouth. But you’re speechless.
Namjoon looks like he doesn’t know where to begin. “What about that kiss on New Years?”
Your eyes widen. You can’t believe he remembers. “W-We were drunk.”
“No, we weren’t. What about Christmas?”
“Namjoon.”
“And what about that June? Did you think I did all of that to compensate you? Did you think I did all of that because I want you to stick around for Lia?”
“No—”
“Because I got confused?” His chest rises and falls, staggering breaths stolen out of his lungs. Namjoon holds your gaze and he closes the distance between your bodies with a step. And another. Another. “You’ve become the person who knows me the most, so stop lying to yourself, Y/N. I meant what I said that day. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
A tear falls from your welled eyes and you don’t realize you’re crying until it chokes out of your chest from his declarations. You take the last step towards him and come to press your face to his shoulder. Namjoon wraps his arms around you, holding you close.
After a moment, you pull away to look at him. Your eyes are still glossed in the moonlight.
He softly exhales— “so stay.”
You nod twice before leaning up to kiss him one more time and it’s certainly not for the last.
Maybe I do is one of my favorite read this year! (Or maybe of all time?) I love the angsty part so much, the part where they're on denial about each other's feelings is just heartbreaking. My heart is aching the more I read it. I can't believe you easily sway my emotion like that!! I also love how you potray the jealousy, it is really realistic when girls always had a reason to keep contact with the other men, because well, I think it happened most of the time in real life, lol. And also, the way Tae's possesiveness kicks in, it is cute at first. But it actually became really annoying so I can relate with Y/N. It's just so unhealthy.
Anyway, enough with my rambling. Just want to say that I love it love it so much. Can't wait to read the rest of the stories, and keep up the good work.
P.s. please tag me if you had some taglist😘😘
AHH thank you so much for such a lovely message!! Ik I’m really late to it but I couldn’t forget such kind words, I’m so glad you love mid!! And YES I’m slightly evil I do like to tickle everyone’s emotions hehe, that nasty fight in chapter 7 really tore me apart to write but another big yes!! I’m all about being realistic and I had to do just that! And ofc I’ll add you to the tag list hun, tysm for reading 🥺💓
You have my new respect. How come you can write 33k smut omg. And here I am struggling to write😂😂 do you write it first in doc? If you do, how many pages is 33k smut?
JSMDOEJFOEKDOSKDKD I write in google docs!!! And it’s 80 pages I think,,,,,,, sjdindcisndosjdjdkd
Brass and stringss 😍😍😍 but why girlfriend? Shouldnt it be wife?
Anonymous said:Namjoon’s girlfriend is from bass and strings riiiigggghhttttt?
Anonymous said:is brass and strings namjoon and jungle park namjoon the same person? and if so, why did j&p namjoon said that he’s got girlfriend when b&s namjoon got married?
LOL there’s quite a few questions and I wanna throw it out there that this isn’t a direct crossover. It’s just a small reference hahaha don’t worry the real Brass & Strings Namjoon is still very much playing harp and is indeed wedded to someone who plays tuba lol he hasn’t quit suddenly to become a legal assistant at a divorce law firm.
Omg, is Intro:her really over? I am gonna miss the kids a lot😭😭 I thought there will be more chapters. 😭😭😭 That story is one of my favorite fics ever 😭😭😭
😭😭😭 it’s only temporary because I lost the motivation for intro her itself!! I will be rewriting it under a new title and a slightly different premise!!
