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[ddaenghoney]

"Hug me; I'm cold and I love you" w/ knj ☺💜💜💜

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Trudging down the hall, you barely said more than simple hellos to those who you passed by. Hands rubbed along your arms, willing the circulation to speed up while your teeth chattered behind tightly lined lips. Catching the sight of Namjoon’s studio door, your pace quickened, smiling wider as you reached the frosted glass.

You shook your sneakers off, shimming the handle with the door sliding open right after. In your haste, you didn’t catch the missing shoes on the corner of the welcome mat. Instead reaching the conclusion of Namjoon’s absence with a dipping frown at an empty computer chair. Your head turned towards the couch; only a medley of pillows and the plush blanket you brought for him a couple of weeks ago. 

You pouted your lips, entering further as you dug your pocket for your phone. The screensaver flashed red light over your face, but you paid no mind as you searched for his contact picture and the multiple hearts next to his name in your message feed. You only managed to start a question before you were jolting upright at the door behind you opening once more. 

“You’re here already?” Namjoon smiled with lifting eyebrows at your appearance, a cup with a steam trail grasped in his hand. “You didn’t even put on the slippers I got you.” He acknowledged walking towards you, as your smile re-emerged, crisp, red cheeks poignant from the action.

“You made me wait two hours-”

“Not true, babe.” He chuckled, planting a soft kiss against your lips, “You would’ve complained a lot sooner if I had.” His free hand strayed to your cheek, thumb poking against the chilly skin. “You’re like an icicle.” 

“I know, I forgot my big jacket at home this morning.” You frowned, beginning to reach for him before Namjoon ducked towards his desk. Your eyebrows matched the frown, turning to him as he put the cup down. His long sleeves managed to cover his the majority of his hands, legs snuggled in the soft cotton of joggers. Warm. 

“Of all the days to forget a jacket.” He grinned in amusement, though he reached to wrap your hands in the heat of his own. You inhaled contentedly, stepping closer as he rubbed the skin gently. 

“Says you of all people.” You murmured, not bothering to dodge his pecking lips against your forehead,

“Ah, really I’ll get a brain freeze kissing you,” Namjoon pulled away teasingly, hands leaving as well, much to your dislike. You stepped to him again, prompting him to inch back dramatically. Bumping his hip against his chair, Namjoon grabbed each of your extending hands within his own, “Honey, is this an attack-”

“Hug me,” You whined, straining your arms as his own moved in unison while holding your hands. “I’m cold and love you.” Your words prodded at his chest, the latter half causing the playfulness to be overshadowed largely by a stinging warmth in his neck that released in the form of prominent dimples. 

“Ah,” Your hands freed from his release, rushing to wrap around his waist. “Sorry, baby, I was teasing too much-” He grinned into your hair, arms crushing you into his embrace, not minding in the slightest that your body clung away his temperature. “I got the coffee for you to warm up.” Your pressed cheek rose up to meet his gaze. Namjoon only shrugged, lips dipping to murmur embers on yours, “But this will probably do it better, huh?”

[ddaenghoney]

If you're still taking writing request, I was wondering if you could do “I heard you weren’t having that great of a day… These are your favorite candies, right?” with Namjoon, I injured my wrist recently and I am in the need of some fluff. If you can't I completely understand, don't worry about it. Hope you have a good day and btw love your blog 💖💖💖💖

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Your cheek smushed like a marshmallow against your palm. Eyebrows knitted too tight together as your eyes skimmed the last line of the digital page on your laptop. Your memory recognized zero of the text. Sighing, you pressed the back button again to start at the page. Hopefully this time you would actually retain the information. 

Ignoring the various chatter passing by behind you on the path leading to the library felt abnormally difficult, and really you just wanted to complete the reading you had jotted down in your planner so you could just stop. You wanted to, but the striking in the back of your head telling you effort becomes wasted if you’re not paying attention to the words you read. The striking in your head also had it’s way reminding you of all the other obligations your classes entail, along with the inherent worry of doing bad in them. So this time you groaned, shutting the laptop closed as you find yourself on the end of the page again, and still unable to recall what you had spent the past five minutes reading. 

“Oh, that was loud.” Your head jolted to the location of a wavering voice. Namjoon’s lips were already cast halfway into a frown, the sympathy only dripping more as you just sighed once more and rested your forehead against the stickered cover of your laptop. 

“The slamming this dumb computer, or my groaning?” 

“Both.” He admitted gently, lightly; trying to create a tone that searched for the severity of your apparent unhappiness. Meanwhile, his legs fit in one after another into the gap between the bench and and the top of the table, hips barely bumping into yours as he sat. “Did the coffee you were going to get after class not help you out at all, like you thought it would?”

“As a matter of fact,” You practically crashed into the end of his sentence, head rolling onto the side so you could look up at him with frustrated eyes and a vibrant tone saturated in annoyance, “On the way to my next class after buying it, I split it all over the floor, which is just as embarrassing as it is a let down.” 

“Ah, honey,” The soothing pads of his fingertips stroking gentle streams along the curve of your spine nearly had you exhaling the hitch you felt in the back of your throat. “I’m sorry; I know it’s frustrating, but I’m here if you want to vent at all, alright?” 

“Joon, I just feel so anxious about this whole semester, and,” Your voice trailed away, while your gaze strayed as well to the concrete of the table, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay.” He nodded softly, scooting himself even tighter to you by means of his arm gripping along the far side of your waist, “All the syllabi I have were freaking me out when I was reading over them, too. Let’s both just try and break it all up evenly, okay? It’s hard, but we’ll get through it, yeah? It’s not weak or anything to be overwhelmed, baby, but I believe in you if that makes you feel even a little better.” 

“It does.” You tried forcing a smile, though genuinely you did feel comfort in his words. His free hand went to brush away the strands of hair obscuring his view of your face. Then his thumb dipped to the corner of your half smile, poking the skin softly.

“You don’t need to force yourself, honey.” Your eyes diverted out of the slightest embarrassment from his smiling comment on your feigned affirmation, cheeks then tinting as you felt Namjoon’s lip peck on the released cheek. “So after you came trudging into our class together, and leaving saying something about that coffee, I sort of figured maybe just hard to wake up this morning. But then Hoseok was talking to me about the class you both had today and-” His sentence chopped in half. Removing the cloak of his frame over yours, Namjoon hefted his backpack onto the table, lips rolling in as he unzipped the largest compartment, “Well, I don’t know, maybe this won’t make you really happy, but,” And once more the sentence fell away, as he glanced to your curious expression. He shook his head, 

“It’s not that big of a deal, but I feel kind of embarrassed because I ended up getting so much–” His hands retrieved multiple small bags and little boxes of colorfully decorated confections, “I heard you were having a bad day,” He explained in a ramble, suddenly blossoming a large smile framed by deep dimples, “These are your favorite candies, right?”

As you stared up at his adorably bashful expression, and hands fidgeting with one of the several sweets in front of you, you finally lifted your head off your laptop. Reaching to tug him back against you, Namjoon happily obliged eyes shining at the sight of your more vivid smile just cracking through. 

“How are you sweeter than all of these candies?” 

[ddaenghoney]

Requested: 

Jimin and Taehyung try to set you up with Namjoon!

[ddaenghoney]

Series: From the Shadows

You’ve known Namjoon since childhood and both mutually have passions in regards to music and performing. While you eventually went on to become an idol, Namjoon continued college intending to fulfill his family’s desires for him to take over their company. Though focused on your own ambitions, you’ve never given up in the hope of Namjoon eventually breaking off to follow his own dreams in music and in his personal life.

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A/N: If the name “Yuna” matches any idol’s name then it’s just a coincidence.

[ddaenghoney]

"you've kissed me like fifty times today" NAMJOOON <3 <3 I love your writing sm!!

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Namjoon’s eye glittered down at his phone, checking the picture just snapped as you trotted back over from the pretty flowering tree you had posed under. His lips curled, dashing his thumb through the few images of you with a few goofy poses, and some more intentionally refined gazes,

“Cute.” He thought out loud, about to finally show you the pictures before his attention shifted to your tug on his bicep allowing you to bring him lower to your level. Anticipating you to say something, he found ripples behind his chest as you instead pressed a quick peck to the dimpling shadow beside his lips. As the summer breeze fluttered your hair to dance against his neck, he only turned to gaze down at you as you looked at the pictures saved into his photo app. “Hey.”

“Hmm?” You glanced up at him, further corner of your own lips smirking up just slightly as his hand strayed to the small of your back to drag you closer into meeting his lips against yours. His thumb stroked gently against the soft fabric of your top, lingering the kiss into a bit more than an intimate press before inevitably he strayed small dots along your cheek, 

“You’re so beautiful.” 

“Yeah?” You stuttered having not expected the abrupt compliment to dance into the space between you, “Well, I don’t know.” His breath hitched out somewhere between a laugh and fond sigh.

“Definitely beautiful.” 

After finally arriving back to his studio post the long lunch break and impromptu photoshoots resulting in enough pictures of him to satisfy Twitter for the next year, you stalked down the quiet hallway of mid-afternoon. Busy people were everywhere, scribbling about notes and papers, and you paid little mind to them and more to the easy swing of your arms between each other. Intent to continue on the path Jungkook’s studio, Namjoon led you along dropping a few bods of his head along with politely casual hellos. 

“He’s gonna be mad we took an extra hour.” You commented coming to a stop just before the welcome mat placed before Jungkook’s studio as soft knocks were made by your hand. Namjoon suddenly chuckled at the idea, shrugging with a smile placid on his features, and his dimples bubbling.

“At least we remembered to begin with.” And you tugged him once more, causing a similar reaction to earlier where to habitually leaned himself downwards, this time facing you more. You still dodged his lips, pecking instead on the smooth skin where the little dips in his skin appeared during a smile. 

“Gross,” You had already been pulling yourself away from him by the time Jungkook began opening the door, but you still found yourself nibbling on your lip averting your gaze with an embarrassed pink trickling onto your cheeks. “And late.”

“But still good.” Namjoon tried, smiling sheepishly as he extended the arm carrying a to-go box filled with food, luckily, not needing to be heated up to begin with. 

“Hope you had fun, Hyung.” You softly glared up at Jungkook’s playful tone, lips pouting as he grinned at your reaction. “Spam the group chat with your pictures, huh?”

“Do you send them the pictures?” Your gentle inquire upon finally entering back into Namjoon’s studio was immediately met with a sigh, his lips spread apart with a shy smile, 

“Jimin and Hoseok beg for some,” He thought first to defend, not thinking you’d be angry but still feeling a bit silly about the whole thing, “And you’re cute, so maybe sometimes I can’t help myself?”

“Dork.” You giggled,reaching up to press one of your thumbs into the visible dip beside his lips. “You’re the cute one-” This time he decided in cutting off your sentence with a kiss against your perked mouth. Holding you in place with his hands squeezing into the softness of your sides, Namjoon parted from you only to start a series of attacking pecks like petals fluttering through the air. 

“You keep kissing my cheeks and not my lips, you know?” He eventually asked, after a moment of quiet to collect your breaths and allowing him to admire the glowing flush lighting up your face. “Like probably,” His head tilted collecting an arbitrary number and throwing it out as his lips ran a new trail along your temple and forehead, “Thirty times?” 

“Yeah,” You smiled your lips into a tight line, thinking about every instance you had to to tug him to your level today alone, “Your dimples are so cute; can’t help myself.” He chuckled like soft waves over against your shoulder as his head fell to rest there, 

“My dimples-”

“But what about you?” You asked, finger poking into his abdomen, causing him to flinch off you barely and find your eyes with his own. “You’ve kissed me like fifty times today. What’s your excuse?” He did little other than shrug for a moment, each fingertip against pressing down into your waist, as he bashfully dripped words like honey,

“You’re just kissable, of course.”

[ddaenghoney]

"my only regret is not telling you I love you sooner" with Namjoon please? I really love your blog btw, I hope you're having a good day! ✨💞

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Tired giggles rang like bells in the air. Steam emitted from the couple of pans that were placed atop a hot stove, while Namjoon prodded at your hips with long digits and a grinning face. You swatted him away again, stifling back a smile from the ticklish sensation so that he would hopefully lose interest and stop. But the clear force in your lips only furthered his humored irises to further feather his fingers along your sides.

“Joon-” You turned to poke his tummy in return but stopped in your tracks with his hands instead dragging you towards him and his lips fitting into the open slot against your own. Huffing as your mind dangled on the line of frustration and a desire to pull his collar back down to you after he pulled away, you just crossed your arms instead. Namjoon’s smile down at you was full of infatuated with the cutely simmering time bomb that was your patience with the tickles but simultaneous love of him kissing you.

“Another?”

“Shut up.” You laughed and slid on peachy socks to face the stovetop once more, checking from the sizzling meat to the cooking vegetables. “You always distract me when I cook.”

“Because I love you, and think you’re the cutest,” He explained nonchalantly, arms reappearing against your sides this time fully wrapping you in his frame. His head perched atop your own, eyeing the colors of the food and inhaling the delicious scent. “And I fit on you just right, you know?”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t disagree even if you wanted to. Warmed by the cooking food and the blistering touch of his fond tone, you just let the smile slip onto your features. The weight of your back caved back into his chest as his lips pressed more tingling kisses along your jawline, meaning to only be a loving trail but ending up distracting your hands from tossing the meat to keep it from burning. “Hey!” 

Namjoon’s smile was the quiet reaction of amusement as you scrambled to move the pan from a heated burner. His arms snaked off you, stepping enough for him to grab the plates that you’d set aside earlier. As he settled the vegetables in even distributions you did the same with the meat, mumbling something smart about how he could’ve ruined the meat if he kept distracting you like he was. Namjoon just chuckled.

“I should’ve not given you any food since you almost burned our chicken,” You smiled, words falling into the air with no real hardness to bring them down. “Bet you would’ve regretted all the kissing then.”

“You think I regret kissing you when I had the chance?” His eyebrows rose, half of his lips smirking up as you just nodded and trailed away to the little table in the corner of the kitchen. “Babe, I would never regret that.” He declared, simply sliding his plate onto the table with little care that it almost fell off. Instead he listened to the instant squeal of him reaching around you again to bring you back against the firmness of his chest and under the little drops of soft kisses all over the skin that his lips could find. 

“Namjoon.” Your hands gripped feebly onto the plushness of his sweatshirt, smiling despite the word of protest that seemed to escape your lips. Instead you ended up pushing yourself up by the tips of your toes, eager to find his lips against yours once more. Lips curling gently into the softness of your kiss, Namjoon’s hands once more strayed to the top of your hips. His forehead met yours after a final peck on the tip of your nose.

“My only thing I regret is not telling you I love you sooner, darling.” The calming ripples of his voice felt like a blanket engulfing you, paired with the familiarity of his stare, you only smiled too large and settled to hide the flare in your cheeks against his cologne rich top. 

“You said it cutely though- with the roses, and you kept saying it was cliche for the week after that but I thought it was sweet, Joon.” 

“I knew I loved you for so long before that though,” His teeth peeked at the memories shared and the moments when he had watched you like you were a visible flare amongst everything he had become used to. “But,” His thumbs pressed into the pliableness of your cheeks, bringing your flushed face back to his view as he let his lips kiss against your forehead, “Can’t be mad about anything because I still ended up with you.”

[ddaenghoney]

Requested: “Sorry I texted you so many times I just missed you.” and “Send me a selfie I want to see something pretty.” with Namjoon! Send requests!