Characters: You/RM (mentions of the other members)
Summary: Seeing RM perform may just be a little too much for you to handle
Word Count: 1,075
Warning(s): Intense makeout session, but I stop before sex occurs lol
A/N: Just something I’m putting together on the spot. I know I want to write about Namjoon, but that’s about it lol. Let’s see where this goes, shall we~?
Let us quickly appreciate our Lord and Savior, Violet-Haired Namjoon, A-motherfuckin-men
NAMJOON POV
It was almost time to get on stage. You could feel the sweat drip down your forehead, palms clammy. The boys were running a muck through the backstage area while you sat on a chair, head in your hands. You ran a hand through your lilac locks, sighing.
“Hyung, what’s wrong?”
You heard a voice from behind you. You turn around to see a boy with bright eyes, hair covering them slightly. His bow was drooping, having been tied loosely. His black jacket gave him the look of broad shoulders, and his matching black pants were tight around his legs. He was fixing the collar of his white button-up when you looked towards him, humming,
“Yes?”
“Are you ready to go?,”
Jungkook asked. You didn’t answer for a while, eyes shifting to the ground. She was the only thing on your mind right now. Y/N was all you could think about. You were so nervous to step on that stage, you wanted to make this perfect. It was her first time seeing Bangtan live, you wanted to make it the best experience she’s ever had.
“Hyung? Hello?”
You jerked your head up at Jungkook.
“Aish, sorry.. I’m just thinking abo-”
“Y/N, right? I promise you’ll do great. We’re all nervous, she means a lot to us too, you know. We’ve got this though, how many times have we performed now?”
He patted your shoulder, giving you a reassuring glance.
“Thank you, Jungkook. Just give a minute okay?”
He nodded, smiling and walking away towards Taehyung. You took one last deep breath, standing up. You checked the mirror, fixing your hair. You made sure it lay over your headband in a flattering fashion, ruffling it a bit to give it more texture. You smiled in the mirror, reassuring yourself that everything would be okay.
YOUR POV
The lights dimmed down, and every girl in the room was screeching their head off. You joined in the banshee-like screaming, easily the loudest in the room. You were here to see all of them perform, but you were mainly here for one man. Your boyfriend, Namjoon. They walked out, and you spotted him in a heartbeat, yelling frantically and waving. You saw his eyes traveling across the crowd, trying to find you. He didn’t succeed, and you saw him puff his cheeks.
I know what will get his attention.
You smirk to yourself, and once “Not Today” begins playing, you hold up your sign. It read;
“Chocolate Cheeks, Fighting!”
You had given him this nickname after hearing one of the groups’ latest; Blood, Sweat and Tears. After that you couldn’t help but use it any time you had the chance. He was embarrassed every time he heard you say it, cheeks showing a light pink hue.
“All the underdogs in the world. A day may come-”
At that moment, he had found your sign. He smiled as he continued his lines, and started dancing. You could feel the energy pouring out of the entire group. They were giving it their all, it was breath-taking. The way their bodies moved in rhythm was a work of art to you. You screamed and screamed until you had no voice left. Your eyes never left Namjoon, you stared in awe as he hit every note, body moving like you’d never seen before. Every movement was fluid, matching the beat perfectly. Your eyes began watering at one point, happy tears, flowing because of how proud you were. You quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand, and continued your screams of reassuring words and affection.
AFTER CONCERT, BACKSTAGE
“Baby, that was amazing!”
You tell him, running into his arms. He grabs you tightly, picking you up and twirling you around. You land on the ground, bringing his face closer to yours. You rest your forehead against his as he breathes heavily, smiling big.
“Thank you, Y/N, I’m glad you had fun!”
“We were all soooo nervous, knowing you were out there.”
Jimin chimed in. Hoseok and Jin were nodding in unison at Jimin’s comment. They all asked how they did and what your favorite part was. You listened to them, but at the same time, your mind and eyes wandered. You found yourself staring at Namjoon, watching his movements. He went to the mirror, taking off the headband and shaking his hair. He pulled it back, wiping off the makeup and sweat. He ran his tongue across his upper lip in concentration, and your heart skipped a beat. He took off his tie, tossing it to the side with a loud sigh. As he turned around, your eyes trailed down, noticing every feature of his perfectly sculpted body. From his broad shoulders, protruding collarbones, you couldn’t help but bite your lip. His pants were tight against him, showing everything. You couldn’t help but start imagining...
“Ya, Y/N, you still alive?”
Suga snapped his fingers in front of your face. You blinked, jumping back a bit.
“Ye-yeah, I’m here. I’ll be right back though.”
Suga shrugged as you walked off towards your boyfriend, grabbing him by the hand, not saying a word. He had a confused look on his face, but you didn’t care, and dragged him into an empty room. The instant the door closed, you slammed him against it, forcing your lips against his. He was shocked at first, but quickly returned the kiss with the same amount of passion. His hand traveled down your back, squeezing your ass and slapping it. You sighed into the kiss as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss, as you slid your hand down and rubbed his inner thigh. He growled, moving away from your mouth and now trailing kisses down your neck. He licked a stripe up to you ear, nibbling on your lobe. You moaned softly as he smirked at you. He looked deep into your eyes and you slowly slid down to your knees. You grabbed the belt on his pants, but he placed his hand over yours. His slender fingers ran through your hair,
“Baby, not right now... Can you wait until we get to the dorms?”
You pushed his hand away. Your arm reached up, quickly locking the door, then moving back down to the belt. You snapped it off of him, unbuttoning the slacks and slowly pulling down the zipper.
