#joonie fluff

[elliescrolls]

star gazing

paring: namjoon x reader

genre: soft, fluff

word count: 1760

summary: a hike and star gaze with joon.

warning: not everything might be geographically accurate

"joonie!"

you yelled as your boyfriend picked you up and carried you bridal style up the hiking path. you pouted slightly as a chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. he kissed your forehead softly, "you said you were tired, baby."

"yeah! but we could have taken a break, you didn't have to pick me up!"

you pouted again, glaring playfully down at your crossed arms. both of you were hiking up a trail to what joon called the 'perfect star gazing spot'. it was late afternoon and the sun would be set within the next two hours. he surprised you by coming home early this afternoon and saying you guys were going on a trip. he drove about an hour before parking at the base of a mountain. the sky was clear and blue, it was so beautiful out. the scenery around you both was so visually stunning.

along the way up the trail, you had been snapping pictures in different angles excitedly. you were rambling to him about how you couldn't wait to show jungkook the pictures, knowing that he would love them. joon looked at you a couple times mesmerized by how beautiful you looked with the sun shining down on you, stray hairs in your face and only focusing on the camera.

at one point, you caught him off-guard and snapped a picture of him. when you pulled up the result, a smile was wide on your face and he chuckled quietly at your reaction. he grabbed your camera with a smile and snapped a selfie before handing it back to you. it made you so happy that he was so okay with you constantly having your camera.

he loved you. he hadn't said it yet but he did. he loved when you were passionate and excited about things that you were interested in, he thought you were cute when you rambled on and on about different types of photography styles. he noticed how intently you listened to him when he talked about his own interests, he didn’t know it at the time but you were always genuinely interested in what he had to say.

after a little while of him carrying you up the trail, he slowed and let you down. you saw the trail flattened into a clearing that was mostly grassy surrounded by few trees. it was so beautiful. joon grabbed your hand happily and led you towards one of the trees that provided somewhat shade from the sun that was still shining. he let go and slid off his backpack, you followed in suit and watched him pull out two semi-large blankets that were rolled up similar to sleeping bags. you knew they were blankets though due to the fact that they were the throw blankets that you both kept on the back of the couch in your apartment.

he spread the blanket out then pulled out two small pillows from the same backpack, you let out a laugh and he looked up at you with a questioning look. “what are you laughing at?”

“you fit all of that into that small backpack. i kept wondering why it looked like it was going to rip at the seams, you could have asked me to put the pillows in my bag, joonie.”

“i wanted you to be comfortable, princess. plus in your bag is-”

he reached forward, sliding the bag off of your shoulders and sitting down comfortably before motioning for you to follow. you sat down cross-legged and watched as he opened the bag. joon pulled out a new book, a bottle of wine, a two-pack container with two cupcakes, some disposable cups, and a fruit bowl. looking up at you expectantly, he waited for your response.

he did all of this for you? he was so thoughtful and sweet. it was one of your favorite things about him. you loved him for everything that he was and everything he strived to be. to you, he was so intelligent and well-read. you liked how he was able to string words together and make them sound so beautiful and elegant. being able to have in-depth conversations and not feeling like you had to dumb yourself down for him was your favorite thing. you loved how he made impromptu dates for the both of you. ones like this are the ones you would cherish the most because he had put so much thought into something this simple and it brought genuine happiness and a smile to your face.

you gave him a wide smile, tears brimming in your eyes from how sweet it was. his face lit up happily seeing your smile. “aww, joon. you didn’t have to do all of this.”

“i wanted to, baby. because you’re so important to me and i love being able to take you out and spend time with you. even if it’s just this and not some fancy restaurant.”

“these are my favorite types of dates. i love when you do things like this. it shows me how much you care and how thoughtful you are. and i love it. i really do.” wiping the tears that were in your eyes, you laughed a little as he set up the food and wine in front of the two of you before adjusting the small pillows and leaning back against the tree. he motioned for you to come closer, to which you did. you leaned against his side, with your head on his chest as he picked up the new poetry book and started reading to you quietly. you loved listening to him read, or even just talk. his deep, velvety voice calms you down, making you feel safe and comfortable.

closing your eyes, you felt his chest vibrate against your face as he continued to read softly. you sighed happily, listening to him turning the pages ever so often. eventually, he closed the book and started humming quietly as he ran his fingers through your hair. you felt him lean forward and leave a soft kiss on your forehead which caused a small smile from you. a light blush danced its way across your cheeks as you opened your eyes and saw how close he was. he gave you a playful smirk and kissed your forehead one more time.

the sun was almost set and the stars were coming out slowly, joon adjusted himself once more and positioned the now open fruit bowl next to him as you watched the sky turn completely dark. he would occasionally reach down, eat a piece of fruit and then feed one to you while you were completely mesmerized by how bright the stars shone. there was no city smog out here, no pollution. just an open, clear sky. after comfortably laying there for a few more minutes, namjoon adjusted once more and watched as your finger pointed towards a constellation.

“what’s that one?”

you didn’t know it at the time but he specifically chose tonight knowing how bright the constellations would look. he even went and researched the autumn constellations so he could tell you things about them. the one you pointed at looked like a misshapen capital e.

“it’s aquarius. based around the zodiac, it’s latin for water-carrier or cup-carrier. the brightest star in the constellation is called the beta aquarii. there are twelve stars in it with confirmed planets. but it consists of twenty-two main stars. it’s the tenth largest.”

you made a sound in awe at his explanation, looking back up at the sky. there was a larger one next to it, it basically took up a lot of sky. it had a large square and three lines branching off it. you smiled again then moved your finger down to it. “what about that one?”

looking back from the sky, you looked up expectantly at him and waited for him to continue. he stared up at the sky with a small smile on his face. he was so beautiful in the moonlight and when he would go off with long explanations, you loved it. you loved learning new things and enjoyed it more when he was the one teaching them to you. his intelligence always shined through and inspired you to expand your mind. you loved him, truly.

“that one is pegasus, it’s symbolic of the white-winged horse from greek mythology and it’s the seventh-largest constellation. it contains several galaxies, but there are four notable galaxies within it. it has a bright globular cluster and has twelve stars with confirmed planets. the square at the base dominates the sky. most people use it to see andromeda.”

he continued telling you about pegasus in greek mythology and how he was a son of poseidon and medusa. he sprang about after perseus beheaded medusa, he belonged to bellerophon and there were two famous springs in greece named the hippocrene that most believed to come from pegasus.

he was so enthusiastic and it fascinated you to listen to him. when he noticed you weren’t looking at the constellation anymore and staring at him, he went quiet before tightly wrapping his arms around you and leaving a loving kiss on your forehead once more.

“joon..i love you.”

his eyes were wide and his face was full of surprise which caused a blush to appear across your cheeks that you were sure was visible in the moonlight. he stayed quiet and looked down at you with a smile on his face, you were so beautiful to him. your features were highlighted by the bright light coming off of the moon, your hair seemed to glow and your eyes were bright. he leaned down, catching your lips in his as he gave you a soft kiss.

“i love you, so much.”

he spoke barely above a whisper as he pulled away, looking down away from your face. you kissed his chin then caught his lips and kissed him, he tightened his arms around you when you pulled away and he stuck his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your perfume. it smells like sweet peaches and mahogany. he loved it. before he would leave for tours or to travel, he would make sure you sprayed some on his hoodies or pillow just so he could have a piece of you with him when he knew he would be gone long. you smiled into his chest and spoke once more, “i am in love with you, kim namjoon.”

“you’re the brightest star in my galaxy, and i am in love with you.”

[sooniesspot]

Fluff Drabbles

☁️ Namjoon Fluff ☁️

A/N: I just really wanted soft joonie 😣 imagine coming home to him after a horrible day 🤧

word count: 2.3k?

no warnings just super soft and sweet joonie

"bad day, sweet?"

After a long day at work, all you wanted was to get home. You promised your boss you’d stay late and finish paperwork that needed to be sent out first thing in the morning. Leaving the building after 7pm you waited on the corner at your normal bus stop, awaiting the bus. Rain heavily pouring down around you, luckily sheltered by the canopy of the bus stop. Of all days, you had forgotten your umbrella. Waiting for the bus after 10 minutes, the clock ticking. You finally saw a bus in sight and you held out your arm for it to stop. It began to pull into the layby and you misjudged the distance from you to the curb. A tidal wave of water cascaded over you, soaking your clothes through. You blinked heavily, wiping your eyes. So you could see your way onto the bus. Handing over your ticket to the bus driver; already rushing you onto the bus.

You found a seat and sat there. Clothes sopping wet and hair dripping wet. Your skin, cold to the touch from the water. Fishing for your phone in your coat pocket to check any damage as you slung your bag onto the empty seat next to you with a huff. Only a few water droplets on the screen you smudged away; creating a waterline. A flash of your phone screen shone before the screen went black; signalling the phone dying. You grumbled to yourself, wishing this day would be over. That morning you had managed to spill your bosses coffee down your white blouse and almost broke your ankle walking on freshly mopped floor as you headed past the janitor on your way out of the building. Could this day get any worse? You thought to yourself as you gazed out of the window to the busy streets outside. Night drawing in as the sun set behind the clouds.

Your stop couldn’t come soon enough as you stepped off the bus not bothering to thank the rude bus driver as you walked awkwardly along the street towards your apartment block. Rounding the corner your apartment block came to light. Crossing the street you opened the door and made your way over to the lift. ‘Out of Order’ you whined as you turned to use the stairs. Travelling up 3 flights of stairs, pulling yourself along. Eventually reaching your apartment. Fumbling for your key in your oversized bag that was now porous from the typhoon of water you received at the bus stop. You groaned in annoyance before finally finding them at the bottom.

Putting the key in the lock the door swung open to reveal your dimpled boyfriend, in an old grey hoodie and gym shorts, barefoot and mussed hair looking down at you with a smile before it faltered. Taking in your ‘drowned rat’ appearance. He beckoned you in, quickly shutting the door behind you before pulling your bag off your shoulder and peeling off your coat. He looked back down at you, his dusty blonde hair falling onto his forehead slightly as burnt umber eyes stared through you; sparkling. He looked at you in endless wonder. You never failed to take his breath away. Even when your clothes were translucent and hung off you in heavy collections of water. Even though your makeup may have run slightly across your cheeks, your hair darker than usual due to the water. He still looked at you with that same sparkle in his eye. He looked at you and instantly felt at ease. You calmed his racing heart, that raced because of you in the first place. An endless cycle he had committed to memory in every waking moment spent with you.

The way you would scurry around the apartment when you were late for work. The way you danced to your own tune stuck in your head in the kitchen when you made your first coffee of the day. Even in the early morning light, your body tangled in the sheets amongst his, glazed eyes would open and look so lovingly up at his own he felt his heart could burst. He loved you, and he hated seeing you upset.

A strong hand speared through your hair, pulling wet strands off your face.

“Bad day, sweet?” he mumbled, voice rich and deep.

You whimpered with a nod before he pulled you into an embrace. His chin resting on your head as his arms pulling you against his chest; hands rubbing against your back.

“Oh, you’re cold.” He pulled you tighter. You managed to attach your arms around his waist, thankful for the comfort he brought after a long day. His hands began wringing out your hair of excess water and that made you chuckle lightly as you heard it pool to the floor. You Inhaled his scent; old books and pine trees. A hint of burning that was new to you. Setting off a curious tone.

“Joonie?” you rasped against his chest, trying to breathe.

He hummed in reply to you, not wanting to let you go just yet as he held you to his chest, in fear you’d float away in the drizzle of the rain outside.

“Are you cooking?” you asked.

His arms immediately retracting as he hopped into the kitchen at a million miles an hour muttering curse words and the like. Taking off your heels you followed him with shaky feet watching a billow of steam from a saucepan on the stove. Namjoon turned to you with a bashful look. Melanated skin-tinged pink at his cheeks and neck.

“I made dinner.” He cringed; stroking the back of his neck with his free hand. The other hand holding a saucepan with burnt ramen in.

You chuckled as you made your way over to him slowly; kissing him lightly on the lips. “You mean you burnt dinner.” You giggled as his blush grew a deeper shade of crimson.

You took the saucepan from him beginning to hobble over to the sink and dispose of the burnt ramen when he noticed. You felt hands on your forearms as he spun you around taking the saucepan and placing it on the worktop.

“What happened with your foot?” He questioned, earning a sheepish look from you.

So you told him about your day. The coffee, paperwork, the wet floor, the bus, your phone dying and having to take the stairs on a worsening ankle. Hearing you grumble he didn’t once interrupt you or laugh, although when you told him about the puddle you could see the corner of his mouth trying to turn up into a smile. He listened and that’s all you could ever ask of him. He was so considerate you honestly didn’t know what you had done to deserve him. He gave you a final nod and caressed your wet hair again, pressing a kiss to your forehead when suddenly he had swept you off your feet, quite literally.

He carried you bridal style into the bathroom. Placing you delicately on the side as he ran you a bath. Softly humming to himself, making sure to fill it with lots of bubbles and make sure the water wasn’t too hot. He helped you out of your soaking wet clothes and told you he would sort out the mess in the kitchen while you soaked in the bath and that is what you did. He took your drenched clothes and placed then in the wash while he cooked another batch of ramen. ‘The food would be safe because you can’t distract him in here.’ He had said before you challenged him with a suggestive eyebrow, gesturing to yourself in the bath. Abruptly he turned and left, your laugh echoing down the hallway after him.

You lay your head back on the edge of the bath and welcomed the feeling of warm water on your skin, stopping your teeth from chattering intermittently from the cold you were subject to outside. Your ankle already feeling much better as it got to soak in the water, not having to bear any weight on it. You liked moments like this. Moments alone to sit and relax, eyes steadily shutting until the door opened again, Namjoon peering in, a warm towel in his hands as he placed it on the side of the tub.

“Ramen is done.” He smiled before. “Not burnt.”

Sarcastically giving him a round of applause he rolled his eyes at you with a scoff.

“Let’s wash your hair first.” He mumbled, planting a kiss onto your forehead.

So wash your hair he did. Fingers massaged your scalp as he lathered the shampoo through your hair. Making sure to not get any in your eyes, never resisting a kiss on the tip of your nose or your forehead when you’d look back up at him. A sigh of contentment sounded through the bathroom.

All washed and bundled up in a warm towel with an extra one wrapping up your hair, Namjoon insisted on carrying you back through to your shared bedroom although you said that you could manage. But he protested. Like he always did.

“My baby has hurt her foot. I’m carrying her.”

You huffed but were secretly loving being held like this by your boyfriend. He helped dry and dress you, even drying your hair with the dryer. He would hum to you as he did so and finally, he grabbed a cool pack from the freezer along with bandages and the 2 bowls of ramen and successfully bandaged your ankle up with the cool pack against the swollen area. Grabbing his bowl from the bedside table after tucking you both into bed.

“You can bandage an ankle but you burn ramen.” You giggled as he gave you a pout shovelling ramen into his mouth.

Laughter overtaking you at the notion. It was just so him.

“I love you for that.” You planted a kiss against his pouty lips and he grinned, dimples on show as you both continued to eat.

“I love you too, sweet.” He ran his fingers through your hair before giving you a kiss to your lips.

Continuing to eat in comfortable silence, gentle pitter pattering of rain outside the window that made you grimace. He noticed your discomfort and gave you a reassuring smile.

“You’re taking the day off tomorrow.” He pointed at you.

You began to chastise him until he reasoned with you.

“You can’t get the bus and walk to work with a swollen ankle, baby.”

You knew he was right so you decided not to argue. Finishing your ramen you both went to brush your teeth. He insisted on giving you a piggy back, to this you laughed. Finding your reflection in the bathroom mirror thoroughly amusing as you both brushed your teeth; you still perched on his broad and muscular back. He watched through the mirror. His frame holding your tiny one on his back. Toothbrush in your mouth as you giggled; music to his ears. Trying not to slip down his clothed back as his one arm still gripped your thigh firmly; holding you still. He had given you one of his shirts that dwarfed you, legs bare and smooth against his skin. Feeling your heartbeat against his back was all the reassurance he ever needed. Your hearts beating as one. A dimpled smile flashed your way in the mirror once teeth were clean. You ventured back into the bedroom as your breathing tickled his neck, both of you erupting into giggles as he struggled to hold onto you; knees buckling at the sensation. Finally dropping you down on the bed softly making you bounce.

Turning to tuck you in. Clambering over on his side of the bed, shifting under the covers. He smiled after reaching for his glasses, now on the edge of his nose; book in hand. Planting one more kiss on your lips and then your forehead as you shuffled down the bed more, resting your head against his chest; an arm curled around your shoulders as he began to read aloud. Soft hand caressing your hair as you were cradled around him. Hearing his heartbeat against your ear. Lulled to sleep dulcet tones. You were thankful for your boyfriend. He could always make a bad day better.

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