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Healed by you

Pt.23

After cleaning up the wine glasses, they took a long, steaming shower together to completely wash away the lingering exhaustion of the week. Wrapped in the thick, fluffy towels provided by the cabin, Y/N changed into a pair of comfortable silk pajamas, while Namjoon slipped into a loose t-shirt and shorts.

As they walked back into the bedroom, Namjoon rubbed his palms together, a determined, playful smirk on his face. "Alright, beautiful. The shower is done, which means it’s time for me to fulfill my promise. No escaping the massage tonight."

Y/N giggled, hopping onto the large mattress and shifting so she was laying face down against the pillows. "Okay, okay, I’m ready! Show me what you've got, Mr. Kim."

Namjoon climbed onto the bed, straddling her thighs gently so he could reach her shoulders without placing his full weight on her. He started at her neck, his large, warm hands immediately finding the tight spots from her long hours staring at legal documents. Slowly, his strong thumbs worked their way down her shoulder blades and across her upper back, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her muscles melt.

As his hands slid lower down her back, tracking toward her sides, Y/N suddenly gasped and let out a high-pitched, involuntary giggle, squirming against the mattress. "Joon! Wait, it tickles—"

"Ah, don't move, stay still," Namjoon chuckled, his deep voice rich with amusement. Instead of letting go, he made his grip firmer and steadier, smoothing his palms flat against her skin to stop the ticklish sensation and ground her. "Just breathe through it. Fully relax for me."

Y/N let out a long breath, and as his firm grip worked out the last bit of tension in her lower back, she completely sank into the bed.

Namjoon shifted his position, moving down to the edge of the mattress. He gently took one of her feet into his lap, using his thumbs to rub circles into her arches and heels, relieving the ache left behind by her sharp corporate high heels.

Y/N buried her face in the pillow, letting out a dazed, completely blissful sigh. "Joonie..." she mumbled, her voice muffled and thick with pure relaxation. "Is this heaven? Because it honestly feels like it."

Namjoon let out a soft, pleased hum, highly satisfied with his work. "Only the best for my favorite lawyer," he smiled, finishing up the massage with a few gentle, smoothing strokes down her calves.

Y/N rolled over onto her back, blinking sleepily but feeling incredibly light and pampered. She reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down for a deep, lingering kiss. "Thank you, Joon. That was amazing."

As they broke apart, a sudden, playful thought popped into her head. She sat up, her eyes wide with a sudden burst of energy. "Joon... I know it’s late, but I am suddenly craving ice cream so much. We brought that tub of vanilla bean, right? Let's eat it right now."

Namjoon blinked in surprise, looking at her wide, excited eyes before breaking into a massive, dimpled smile. He leaned down and pinched her cheek gently. "You are absolutely adorable, you know that? Ice cream at 1:00 AM in the middle of the mountains. How can I say no to you?"

A few minutes later, they were sitting cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a heavy blanket with the tub of ice cream resting between them. Sharing a single spoon, they took turns feeding each other, the rich sweetness a perfect midnight treat.

With the quiet mountains enveloping the cabin, they began to talk. They talked about her favorite childhood memories in Denmark, his early days as an underground rapper, their deepest fears, and their biggest dreams. The conversation flowed effortlessly from silly to profound, the boundaries of time completely melting away. They lost track of the hours entirely, completely consumed by the simple, beautiful joy of each other's presence deep into the night.

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Healed by you

Pt.22

The drive out of the bustling, concrete grid of Seoul was filled with pure energy. Namjoon took the wheel, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel while Y/N controlled the playlist. For the entire two-hour drive, the car was alive with laughter. They talked about everything and nothing, completely lost in each other’s company. When a classic throw-back song came on the radio, they both blasted the volume, singing along at the top of their lungs, completely unbothered by how off-key they occasionally were.

As the highway transitioned into winding roads, the scenery shifted dramatically. Massive, lush green mountains began to tower on either side, and the air crisping through the slightly cracked windows smelled cleanly of pine and fresh earth.

When Namjoon finally pulled the car up the gravel driveway of the secluded cabin, Y/N stepped out of the passenger side and gasped. She had never been to this part of Korea before. The cabin was a beautiful, rustic wooden structure nestled perfectly against the mountainside, surrounded by towering trees and the serene peace of nature.

"Wow... Joon, this is breathtaking," she breathed, spinning around to take in the view. "I’ve never seen anything like this. I absolutely love the nature here."

Namjoon shut his car door and walked over, a teasing, mischievous glint in his eyes. He leaned against the hood, crossing his arms. "Oh, really? I thought you’d be used to this. Don't you know all about the grand mountains of Denmark?"

Y/N burst into a bright, genuine laugh. As someone who grew up in Denmark, she knew exactly how notoriously flat the country was—Denmark didn't have a single actual mountain.

"You're terrible!" she giggled, stepping forward and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, burying her face into his chest. After everything she had been through with her past, being in his arms felt like the only home she truly needed. She looked up into his warm eyes. "But honestly... I think I finally know what real love is, just because I'm here with you."

Namjoon’s teasing expression melted instantly into a look of profound devotion. He cupped the back of her head, resting his forehead against hers. "It’s easy to love you, Y/N. The easiest thing I've ever done."

They stood there holding each other for a long moment before Namjoon pulled back with a sudden, playful grin. Before she could ask what he was doing, he slipped one strong arm under her knees and the other securely behind her back, lifting her effortlessly into a bridal carry.

Y/N let out a loud, delighted giggle, instinctively clinging to his broad shoulders. "Joon! What are you doing? Put me down!"

"Nope," Namjoon beamed, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks as he began walking up the wooden steps toward the front door. "It’s a tradition when entering a new home together. Hold on tight, beautiful."

Namjoon managed to turn the door handle and nudge the cabin door open with his foot, all without breaking his secure hold on Y/N. A deep blush rushed to her cheeks as he carried her across the threshold, but as she looked at his proud, determined grin, she let out a soft giggle and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. If he wanted to carry her through the entire house, she was more than happy to let him.

He walked slowly through the spacious, open-concept cabin, giving her a grand tour from his arms. The interior was gorgeous, featuring exposed wooden beams, large glass windows facing the wilderness, and a beautifully rustic living room.

Right in the center of the room sat a massive stone fireplace, completely stocked with wood and ready to go.

"Look at that," Y/N whispered, pointing toward it. "Joon, we should definitely light a fire tonight, bring some wine, and just chill right here."

"That sounds absolutely perfect," Namjoon agreed, his voice low and warm. Instead of putting her down on the floor, he carefully carried her over to the plush, oversized sofa right in front of the hearth, gently depositing her onto the soft cushions.

He didn't stand up right away. Instead, Namjoon dropped to his knees on the floor directly in front of her. Reaching out, he gently grabbed her ankles and began to softly unzip her winter boots, sliding them off her feet one by one.

Y/N watched him, her heart swelling at the tender gesture.

Namjoon looked up from the floor, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips. "Since you turned down my offer this morning, I'm making an executive decision. Tonight, before bed, I am definitely giving you a proper massage. No arguments allowed."

A soft, breathless smile broke across Y/N’s face. She leaned forward, cupping his face in her hands, and pressed a sweet, deeply loving kiss to his lips. "Okay, deal. You win."

Namjoon chuckled against her lips, giving her one last gentle squeeze on her knee as he stood up. "I'll go get the wine and grab some snacks from the car. Don't move an inch."

A short while later, the living room was bathed in the warm, dancing amber glow of the fireplace. Crackling logs filled the cabin with a comfortable warmth. Namjoon sat back against the sofa with his long legs stretched out, and Y/N nestled perfectly between them, her back resting against his chest as his strong arms wrapped securely around her waist. A bottle of red wine and a small plate of cheese and crackers sat on the coffee table in front of them.

They stared quietly into the flames for a moment, sipping their wine and listening to the peaceful silence of the mountain night.

Namjoon tightened his grip around her slightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck with a content sigh. "I can’t believe it’s already been three months since we started dating," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating right against her back.

Y/N tilted her head back to look up at him, a soft, incredibly tender smile on her lips. "Three months already? Time flies so fast when I'm with you."

"It really does," Namjoon said, his expression turning beautifully serious as he looked down into her eyes. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. "But honestly, Y/N... these past three months have been the best thing that has ever happened in my entire life. Before you, my world was just a cycle of schedules, work, and pressure. You brought a kind of peace into my life that I didn't even know I was missing."

Her heart skipped a beat, a rush of overwhelming warmth flooding her chest. She twisted her body around on the couch so she could face him completely, taking his large hands in hers.

"I feel exactly the same way, Joonie," she whispered, her voice thick with genuine emotion. "Coming to Korea was so scary for me, and I was so lost. But meeting you... these three months have been the happiest I’ve ever been. You made me feel safe, and you gave me a real home."

Namjoon’s eyes softened with profound love. He didn't say a word. Instead, he leaned forward, cupping the back of her neck to pull her gently into a sweet, lingering kiss. It wasn't rushed or passionate; it was a slow, gentle exchange full of unspoken promises, deep gratitude, and absolute certainty about where they were headed.

When they broke apart, he kept his forehead pressed against hers, both of them breathing in the shared warmth.

"To our future," Namjoon whispered against her lips, his dimples flashing in the firelight.

"To our future," Y/N echoed softly, knowing without a doubt that whatever came next, they would face it hand in hand.

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The Real First Time

Pairing: Namjoon x reader; AFL couple Genre: established relationship, fluff i guess Word count: 1.5k A/N: yep, back again with a drabble that is probably even less accessible than the first one!!!!! Because AFL (A Fine Line) was the first non-drabble thing I wrote, the first series I ever wrote and posted, and now we are revisiting them after the end of the last bonus drabble which took place four years after the end of the series lolllll and no, this fic is not available anywhere on the internet!!!! because of who I am as a person!!!!!!!!! anyway, this is for jo @daechwitatamic; un-edited, un-beta'd this is who i am now and because i do honestly feel weird posting a joon fic right now, let's be clear: fuck chris brown and fuck joon and hobi for going to see him, going to meet him, posting about it on their instas etc. that's unacceptable behaviour and fuck all men fr fr

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"So," Namjoon said, in his sensitive, determined tone. The one that told you he was about to broach a subject you wouldn't like.

"So," you replied, shutting your book and placing it onto the coffee table, turning towards him.

"The wedding."

"What wedding?" A smile tugging at your lips that you couldn't quite tame.

"Our wedding."

"Ah, that wedding."

"That wedding."

"What about it?"

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Healed by you

Pt.21

The clock on the living room wall ticked past 2:00 AM, the apartment completely still save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Y/N sat on the couch wrapped in a cozy blanket, her eyes heavy but determined to stay awake.

The sharp click of the digital door lock finally broke the silence.

The door swung open, and Namjoon practically tumbled inside. He looked utterly drained, his shoulders slumped and his usual bright energy entirely dimmed by days of grueling music video shoots. He kicked off his shoes with a heavy sigh, barely having the strength to lift his feet.

"Joonie," Y/N murmured softly, standing up to meet him.

Namjoon looked up, his eyes softening the moment they landed on her, though his face stayed tight with exhaustion. "Hey, beautiful," he groaned, wrapping his arms loosely around her and burying his face in her neck. He leaned his entire weight against her for a moment, letting out a long, ragged breath. "My back is absolutely killing me. We practiced the main choreography for twelve hours straight under the hot stage lights."

Y/N rubbed his aching shoulders through his thick hoodie, her heart aching for him. "Oh, honey... go step into the bathroom. I'm going to set a warm bath for you to soak those muscles, and I'll give you a proper massage right after, okay?"

Namjoon looked down at her, a look of pure gratitude in his tired eyes. "You're an angel," he whispered, pressing a weak but loving kiss to her temple.

While the bathtub filled with steaming water and soothing epsom salts, Y/N went to the closet and pulled out a fresh, oversized cotton t-shirt and his softest sweatpants. She knocked gently on the bathroom door, sliding the clean clothes inside for him.

Thirty minutes later, the bedroom door opened. Namjoon walked out smelling of lavender and warm water, looking a fraction more relaxed but still walking with a stiff posture.

"Lay face down on the bed, Joonie," Y/N instructed softly, sitting cross-legged in the center of the mattress with a bottle of warming massage oil in her hands.

Namjoon didn't need to be told twice. He collapsed onto the mattress with a dramatic groan of relief, burying his face into the soft pillows.

Y/N poured a generous amount of oil into her hands, rubbing her palms together to warm it up before placing them firmly against the broad expanse of his back. The moment her thumbs pressed into the tight, knotted muscles of his shoulders and lower neck, a massive wave of relief washed over Namjoon. A low, deep rumble of satisfaction vibrated through his chest.

"Oh, wow," Namjoon mumbled into the pillow, his voice thick and slurred with relaxation. "Y/N... I seriously don't know what I would do without you. You're saving my life right now."

"Just relax," she whispered, leaning her weight into her hands to work out a stubborn knot near his shoulder blade. "I've got you."

She continued the massage for a long time, her hands moving in slow, rhythmic, and soothing motions down his spine and across his lower back. Slowly, the tense armor he always wore as a leader melted away entirely. The heavy, ragged breathing he had arrived with gradually slowed down, turning into a deep, steady rhythm.

Before long, a soft, adorable snore escaped his lips.

Y/N paused her hands, a tender smile breaking across her face. She let out a quiet, affectionate giggle at how quickly he had drifted off. He looked so incredibly peaceful, completely safe in their private world.

She leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, and shook his shoulder with the gentlest touch. "Joonie," she whispered, her voice like a lullaby. "Joonie, wake up for just a second. Turn over so you can sleep comfortably."

Namjoon blinked his eyes open sleepily, letting out a confused, deeply raspy grunt. Recognizing her touch, he lazily rolled over onto his side and pulled the thick duvet up to his chin. He blindly reached his long arm out, wrapping it securely around Y/N's waist and pulling her down onto the mattress with him.

Y/N smiled, gladly sliding under the covers and snuggling tightly into the safe cocoon of his chest. She rested her head right over his heart, listening to its steady, calming beat. Namjoon tightened his grip around her, burying his face in her hair as they both drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

The bright, warm sunlight of a lazy Saturday morning filtered softly through the bedroom curtains. For the first time in weeks, there were no early alarms, no buzzing schedules, and no urgent emails waiting for either of them.

Namjoon woke up first. He blinked his eyes open, feeling completely rested and lighter than he had in months. Turning his head slightly, he looked down at Y/N, who was still fast asleep beside him, looking incredibly peaceful with the duvet pulled up to her shoulders.

A wave of intense affection washed over him. Slowly, carefully, he reached out his large hand and used the back of his fingers to softly stroke her warm cheek, tracing the line of her jaw with ultimate gentleness.

The soft touch caused Y/N to stir. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes, squinting slightly against the morning light. The very first thing she saw was Namjoon looking down at her with a tender, dimpled smile.

Before she could even blink fully awake, he leaned down and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to her cheek.

"Good morning, beautiful," his deep morning voice rumbled, thick and raspy from sleep.

Y/N let out a content hum, snuggling just a little bit closer into his side. "Good morning, Joonie," she mumbled sleepily, her voice soft.

Namjoon shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her properly. "I have to tell you, I feel completely brand new today. That massage last night literally saved me. My back doesn't hurt at all." He gave her a playful, teasing wink. "I think it’s only fair that I return the favor. Want a morning massage?"

Y/N let out a soft, breathless laugh, her heart melting at how attentive he was. She leaned up slightly, pressing a quick, sweet peck to his lips. "You are honestly the best, Joon. But I really don't need a massage right now. Just laying here with you is perfect."

Namjoon’s smile widened, but then a thoughtful look crossed his face. He reached out to play with a loose strand of her hair, wrapping it around his finger. "Actually, I was thinking about something. The comeback promotions are going to start officially next week, which means I'm going to get incredibly busy. We won't have a lot of time like this."

He paused, his eyes shining with excitement. "What do you say we pack a quick bag and go on a weekend getaway? Just the two of us, somewhere quiet outside the city where we can completely disappear for two days."

Y/N’s eyes widened, all the lingering sleep instantly vanishing from her system. A rush of pure excitement flooded through her. "A getaway? Just us? Really?!"

"Really," Namjoon laughed, utterly charmed by her reaction.

"Oh my gosh, yes! I'm so excited!" Y/N practically threw the blankets off herself, sitting up with a huge grin on her face. "I'm going to start getting ready and packing our bags right away before you change your mind!"

Namjoon let out a loud, booming laugh, his chest vibrating with joy as he watched her happily scramble out of bed.

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Healed by you

Pt.20

A week later, their schedules aligned for a rare, precious hour in the middle of a hectic Tuesday. Namjoon had arranged a lunch at a discreet, high-end restaurant in Hannam-dong known for its strict privacy policies and exclusive, individual dining rooms.

The private room was minimalist and peaceful, filled with the soft aroma of grilled premium Hanwoo beef and fresh side dishes. Y/N sat back against the cushioned chair, letting out a relaxed sigh as she loosened the collar of her blazer.

"You look beautiful, but a little tired," Namjoon said softly, reaching across the table to pour her some barley tea. He was dressed in a casual button-up, his hair styled neatly from an afternoon photoshoot. "How is the new case going?"

"It’s intense," Y/N admitted, taking a grateful sip of the warm tea. "My senior partner handed me a massive intellectual property dispute this morning. I’ve been buried in contract law since 8:00 AM trying to find a loophole. My head is spinning, but honestly, Joon? I love the thrill of the puzzle."

Namjoon’s face lit up with that proud, dimpled smile she adored. "I knew you’d crush it. You have that fierce look in your eyes when you're analyzing something."

Y/N blushed, leaning forward to place a piece of perfectly grilled beef on his plate. "What about you? How was your morning?"

"A whirlwind," Namjoon laughed, picking up his chopsticks. "We had a choreography review for the upcoming comeback, and then a concept meeting. The guys were full of energy today. Jungkook accidentally knocked over a water bottle onto Jin-hyung's shoes, so the first twenty minutes of practice was just Jin-hyung shouting in his high-pitched voice."

Y/N burst into a bright laugh, easily visualizing the chaotic scene. Hearing about his world made the heavy stress of her law firm feel miles away.

Namjoon watched her laugh, his expression softening into pure warmth. He reached out and squeezed her hand over the table. "Even when the studio gets crazy, knowing I get to break away and sit here with you... it makes everything ground itself. This hour with you is the most peaceful part of my day."

As their hour drew to a close, they reluctantly finished the last bites of their lunch. The reality of their afternoon schedules loomed, but neither of them wanted to break the peaceful bubble they had created.

Y/N stood up to grab her blazer, but Namjoon caught her by the wrist, pulling her gently back toward him. "Not yet," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a sudden, intense gravity.

Before she could speak, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. He lowered his lips to hers, breaking into a passionate, breathless kiss that instantly made her knees go weak.

Y/N sighed into the kiss, her hands instinctively flying up to frame his face. Her fingers slid up into his styled hair, gripping the soft locks tightly as she pulled him closer. She completely lost herself in the feeling of him, her fingers sliding through his hair and thoroughly wrecking the neat styling from his photoshoot.

When they finally broke apart for air, they were both breathless. Namjoon gave her a dazed, dimpled smile, completely unaware of the absolute chaos she had just made of his hair. "Now you can go," he whispered, kissing her forehead one last time.

An hour later, Namjoon walked back into the HYBE dance studio. His mind was still entirely on Y/N, a goofy, satisfied smile plastered across his face.

The moment he pushed the heavy door open, the room went dead silent. Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook were sitting on the floor stretching, while Jin, Taehyung and Yoongi were chatting by the water cooler.

Hoseok was the first to look up. His eyes widened, and a massive, mischievous grin slowly spread across his face. "Yah... Kim Namjoon," Hoseok called out, clapping his hands together loudly. Taehyung asked "What exactly did you do on your lunch break?"

Namjoon blinked, snapped out of his daydream. "What? I just had lunch."

Jin practically sprinted over, peering intensely at Namjoon’s head before bursting into his signature windshield-wiper laugh. "Lunch?! Did you fight a bird for your food? Look at your hair! Someone’s fingers completely ruined the stylist's hard work!"

Jimin covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking with giggles. "Hyung, you're blushing. Your face is as red as a tomato."

Jungkook hopped up, pointing a teasing finger. "Wah, Y/N-noonim is truly powerful! She completely disarmed our leader!"

Yoongi just shook his head from the corner, a smirk playing on his lips as he took a sip of his coffee. "Next time, check a mirror before you walk back into the company, Namjoon-ah. You're making it too easy for us."

Namjoon immediately reached up, his hands catching the wild, messy strands of his hair. His cheeks burned a bright crimson as he looked at his five teasing brothers. He let out a defeated, embarrassed chuckle, utterly exposed but secretly not caring one bit because he was so madly in love.

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Healed by you

Pt.19

A few days later, the real world officially began. Y/N’s first day at the law firm was a whirlwind of new faces, endless stacks of case files, and intense introductory meetings. By the time evening arrived, her brain was completely fried, and her shoulders felt heavy with exhaustion.

As she unlocked the front door of the apartment, the warm, familiar scent of home immediately washed over her.

She kicked off her heels and walked into the living room, finding the most comforting sight waiting for her. Namjoon was stretched out across the long sofa. He was wearing his favorite oversized grey hoodie and sweatpants, staring at his phone with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

The moment he heard her footsteps, he looked up, his face instantly breaking into a soft, tired smile. "Hey, beautiful. You're home."

Seeing him right there made all the stress of her day melt away. Y/N walked straight over to the couch, letting out a soft, playful whine as she slumped against the edge of the cushions. "Joonie... I missed you so much today," she pouted, her voice thick with exhaustion.

Namjoon let out a low, affectionate coo at how adorable she was. He immediately tossed his phone onto the coffee table and sat up, opening his arms wide for her. "Aw, come here," he murmured, his voice rich and soothing.

Without hesitation, Y/N crawled right into his space, letting him pull her onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face into the crook of his neck. Namjoon’s large hands rubbed comforting circles into her back, pulling her flush against his chest.

He leaned back slightly, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes. "Missed me that much, huh?" he teased gently before leaning in to press a sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. Y/N kissed him back deeply, her hands moving up to tangle in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

When they finally broke apart, she rested her forehead against his, still holding him tight. She looked into his warm eyes and asked softly, "Did you think about me today? Even while you were busy at the studio this morning?"

Namjoon let out a low, deep chuckle, his dimples flashing as he tightened his grip around her waist. "Are you kidding? I missed you so much that I couldn't even focus properly. I actually ended up writing some lyrics about you today."

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart doing a little flip. "Really? What did you write—"

"Ah, ah," Namjoon interrupted smoothly, tapping the tip of her nose with a playful grin. "No peaking yet, beautiful. You’ll hear it when the track is completely finished. It’s a surprise." Before she could protest, he pointed a thumb toward the coffee table where his phone lay. "That’s actually what I was doing right when you walked in. I was just texting the demo notes back and forth with the producer."

A bright, deep blush rushed to Y/N's cheeks. The thought of him sitting in the famous HYBE studios, channeling his thoughts of her into music, made her chest feel tight with affection.

She let out a soft, happy giggle, framing his face with both of her hands. "You are officially the best boyfriend ever," she beamed.

Without giving him a chance to reply, she leaned forward and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was deeper, full of gratitude and love, letting him feel exactly how much his words meant to her. Namjoon hummed in satisfaction against her lips, pulling her even closer into his lap.

Namjoon slowly broke the kiss, his breathing a little shallow as he looked down at her. His gaze was incredibly intense, yet filled with a profound tenderness that always made her feel like the only girl in the world. He cupped her cheek, his thumb gently wiping across her bottom lip.

"You worked so hard today, Y/N," he murmured, his deep voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. "You deserve to be completely loved and taken care of tonight. Let me do that for you."

Before she could even answer, Namjoon smoothly shifted his weight and stood up from the sofa, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Y/N let out a soft gasp of surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms securely around his neck as her face flushed a deep crimson.

He held her close against his chest, his strong heart beating a steady, reassuring rhythm against her hand. Smiling down at her with those soft, unmistakable dimples, he carried her out of the living room and down the short hallway.

When he reached the bedroom, he kicked the door gently shut behind them, cutting off the rest of the world and leaving just the two of them wrapped in the quiet sanctuary of their love.

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Healed by you

Pt.18

The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the blinds. Y/N stirred, finding herself trapped in the heavy, warm embrace of Namjoon’s arms. Before she could fully wake up, his phone on the nightstand buzzed continuously.

Namjoon groaned softly, blindly reaching for it and blinking open his eyes. A sleepy, dimpled smile spread across his face as he looked at the screen and turned it toward her. "Look at this," he murmured, his morning voice deep and raspy.

[Bangtan💜] Group Chat

Hoseok: Y/N-AH!!!! Good morning!! Hope you rested well! ☀️ Studio invite stands!

Taehyung: Hyung, don't steal her. Y/N, art gallery at 2 PM? I will pick you up. 🎨

Jin: Yah, let her breathe! She is probably exhausted from rescuing my dishes from Namjoon. Good morning Y/N! 🍲

Yoongi: The dinner was good. Y/N, let's talk more about that intellectual property law case next time.

Jimin: Have a beautiful day Y/N-ah! We are so glad you're ours now~ 🥰

Jungkook: Welcome to the chaos noonim!! 🐰✨

Y/N hid her blushing face in Namjoon’s chest, her heart melting as his deep chuckle vibrated against her cheek.

Three days later, the quiet apartment was filled with the nervous energy of anticipation. Namjoon was at the Hybe studio working on a new track, and Y/N was pacing the living room floor. Suddenly, her phone rang. An official corporate number.

Her heart hammered as she answered. “...We are absolutely thrilled to offer you the Senior Associate position at our firm, Miss Y/N.”

Hand over her mouth, she thanked them, hung up, and immediately dialed Namjoon. He picked up on the first ring. "Hey, beautiful, everything okay?"

"Joonie..." her voice cracked with emotion. "I got it. I got the job."

A loud crash echoed through the line, followed by Namjoon's ecstatic shout. "Yes! I knew it! Give me one second—" She could hear him yelling to the producers in the room, "She got it! My girl got the job!" He came back to the phone, breathing heavily. "I am so incredibly proud of you, Y/N. I'm coming home early tonight. Let’s celebrate."

By 8:00 PM, the apartment smelled heavenly of rich, savory Galbi-jjim (braised short ribs) and a bubbling pot of Doenjang-jjigae (soybean paste stew)—all of Namjoon's ultimate comfort foods.

The click of the front door lock made Y/N turn around. Namjoon walked in, his eyes lighting up the moment he saw her. In his hands, he held a stunning bouquet of her favorite flowers and a small, ridiculously cute brown teddy bear wearing a tiny celebratory ribbon.

"For the most brilliant lawyer in Seoul," he beamed.

Y/N didn't even care about the gifts; she ran straight into his arms, wrapping herself around him. Namjoon caught her easily, burying his face in her neck as they shared a deep, breathless kiss filled with pure relief and joy.

They sat cross-legged at the table, Namjoon eagerly taking his first bite of the home-cooked meal. He let out a dramatic hum of satisfaction. "Ah, Y/N, this is amazing. You completely outdid yourself."

"You deserve it for working so hard," she smiled, pouring him some water. "I'm just so excited to finally start working. I love the law because it gives a voice to people who feel completely helpless against giant systems. To analyze a complex problem and actually fix someone's life with logic... it’s the best feeling."

Namjoon watched her, his eyes full of profound admiration. He reached across the table to squeeze her hand. "You're going to change lives, Y/N. Hearing you talk about it makes me realize how similar our passions are."

"How so?" she asked softly.

Namjoon leaned back, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "With music, I try to give people a voice, too. But being a leader... it’s different. At first, it felt like a heavy armor I had to wear. I thought I had to be perfect, to never break anything or make mistakes. But now? I realize being a leader just means being the steady ground for the people I love. It’s about listening, absorbing the pressure so the guys can shine, and moving forward together. When I see them succeed, or when a fan says our words helped them survive a dark night... that's when the weight of leadership feels like the greatest honor in the world."

He looked at her, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks. "And now, I get to be the leader of our little team right here, too."

A deep crimson blush crept up Y/N’s cheeks at his words, her heart fluttering wildly against her ribs. She looked down at her plate for a second, overwhelmed by how deeply she cared for this man, before looking back up into his warm, steady eyes.

"I love you, Joonie," she said softly, her voice thick with genuine emotion. "So much."

Namjoon’s expression softened completely. The fierce, confident leader of the world’s biggest band melted away, leaving just the man who adored her. He reached across the table, taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb over the back of her knuckles. "I love you too, Y/N. More than I can put into words."

After they finished cleaning up the kitchen together, laughing and talking more about her upcoming first day at the firm, Namjoon looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city was glowing, and the night air looked crisp and inviting.

"Hey," he said, turning to her with a boyish grin. "Do you want to go for a night walk? We could head down near the Han River."

Y/N froze for a fraction of a second, a sudden wave of anxiety tightening in her chest. The Han River was a public hotspot. Even late at night, people were always around. "Right now?" she asked, her voice dropping to a nervous whisper. "Joon, what if... what if someone sees us? What if the media or fans spot you? I'm just scared of what could happen because of who you are."

Namjoon immediately noticed the worry in her eyes. He stepped closer, gently placing his hands on her shoulders to ground her. He gave her a reassuring, dimpled smile that instantly made the world feel safer.

"Hey, don't worry, beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We will just wear caps and face masks. I’m an expert at hiding in plain sight, remember? Nobody is going to ruin this night for us. I've got you."

Relief washed over her as she looked at his confident expression. Nodding, she smiled up at him, ready to take on the city by his side.

A few minutes later, they stepped out into the crisp night air. Namjoon had pulled a dark beanie low over his forehead and wore a simple black face mask, while Y/N wore a matching cap.

As they approached the paved paths of the Han River park, the area was surprisingly alive with people. Couples were strolling, friends were sitting on picnic blankets, and cyclists zoomed past under the glow of the streetlights. Y/N’s heart gave a nervous flutter as a small group of teenagers walked right past them, laughing loudly.

She instinctively tightened her grip on Namjoon’s hand.

Instead of letting go, Namjoon twisted his fingers, locking them securely with hers. He squeezed her hand firmly, pulling her just a little bit closer to his side. His large, steady presence was like a shield. As they walked right through the crowds, completely unnoticed, the initial fear in Y/N’s chest began to melt away, replaced by a rush of pure adrenaline and joy.

She looked up at him, her eyes crinkling into a smile beneath the brim of her hat. Leaning in close, she softly whispered, "This feels so freeing, Joon."

Namjoon looked down at her, his eyes crinkling right back as a warm, dimpled smile hid beneath his mask. He squeezed her hand again, his heart swelling because he could finally share a normal, everyday moment with the woman he loved.

After walking for a while, they found a quieter, secluded spot away from the main path. They stepped up to the railing, where the cool river breeze swept over them, making the water ripple with the reflection of Seoul's glittering skyline.

They stood there for a moment in comfortable silence, just listening to the soft lapping of the water.

Namjoon turned his body toward her, leaning his hip against the railing. He reached out, gently pulling her into his space. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered his face to hers. With their fabric face masks still on, he pressed his lips against hers. Even through the thin layers of cloth, the kiss was deeply warm, sweet, and filled with a breathless kind of electricity. It was their own secret world.

When he pulled back, Y/N immediately slid her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest. Namjoon wrapped his long arms tightly around her, resting his chin securely on top of her head.

Together, wrapped in each other's warmth, they turned back toward the water. They held each other tight, watching the quiet river flow into the night, both of them excited for the beautiful future they were building together.

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Healed by you

Pt.17

The evening of the big dinner finally arrived, and the anticipation in their apartment was electric. After getting ready, Y/N stepped out of the bedroom looking absolutely stunning. She had chosen a classic tweed skirt and blazer set in a soft cream color, paired with a simple silk top underneath. It was elegant, professional, and sophisticated-perfect for a first impression.

She stood by the entryway mirror, reaching down to buckle the delicate strap of her chic high heels.

Namjoon, looking incredibly handsome in a tailored dark suit, noticed her struggling a bit. He immediately knelt down on one knee in front of her. Gently taking her ankle in his large, warm hand, he easily fastened the buckle for her. He looked up from the floor, his eyes completely full of adoration.

"You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N," Namjoon murmured, standing up to his full height. "Elegant, smart, and completely breathtaking."

Y/N blushed, leaning up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck. They shared a deep, reassuring kiss that melted away the last of her nerves. Hand-in-hand, they walked down to the garage and slid into the back of a private car, ready for the night ahead.

When they arrived at the upscale, hidden restaurant in Gangnam, Namjoon led her down a quiet hallway to a traditional private dining room. The moment Namjoon slid the door open, a wave of warmth and chatter hit them.

"She's here! Hyung, she's actually here!" Hoseok shouted excitedly, jumping up from his seat with a massive, blinding smile.

"Welcome, Y/N-ah!" Jin greeted loudly, immediately bowing politely before cracking a wide grin. "We've heard so much about you that I feel like we're already old friends. Come, sit down!"

Jimin immediately pulled out a chair for her next to Namjoon, his eyes crinkling into sweet crescents. "It is so wonderful to finally meet you, Y/N. Namjoon-hyung hasn't stopped talking about how brilliant you are."

Y/N offered a graceful bow, her heart melting at how incredibly kind and enthusiastic they all were. "It’s an absolute honor to meet all of you," she said softly.

The night quickly turned into a beautiful, unforgettable celebration. The table was piled high with delicious food, and the room was filled with continuous laughter and happy feelings. The members went out of their way to make sure Y/N felt completely included, asking her about Denmark and her law career with genuine interest.

Throughout the entire night, Y/N and Namjoon held hands beneath the table, their fingers tightly intertwined. Whenever she felt a little overwhelmed by the energy in the room, Namjoon would gently squeeze her hand, sending a comforting wave of safety straight to her core.

"So, Y/N," Taehyung said, leaning forward with deep curiosity. "Namjoon told us you met at the museum. What did you think of him when he randomly approached you?"

Y/N giggled, glancing at a blushing Namjoon. "Honestly? I thought he was a little creepy at first! I had no idea who he was, and I just wanted to stand in peace."

The entire room burst into chaotic laughter. Jungkook practically fell out of his chair, clapping his hands. "Ah, I knew it! Hyung, you really have no game outside of your lyrics!"

"Hey, it worked out in the end, didn't it?" Namjoon defended himself, a proud, dimpled grin on his face as he looked at Y/N, bringing her hand up to press a soft kiss to her knuckles in front of everyone.

Yoongi smiled warmly across the table, raising his glass. "We're just glad you're here, Y/N. Namjoon has been a lot happier since he met you. You're a part of the family now."

The members truly, deeply liked Y/N. They saw her pure soul, her sharp mind, and the radiant happiness she brought out in their leader. For Y/N, sitting surrounded by these global superstars who treated her with nothing but profound respect and love, the final shadows of her past completely vanished. She was safe, she was cherished, and she was exactly where she belonged.

As the midnight hour approached, the wonderful dinner finally came to a gentle end. The table was clear, and the room was filled with a lingering, comfortable warmth. One by one, the members stood up, adjusting their coats and offering Y/N the most affectionate farewells.

"You have to come to the studio soon, Y/N-ah!" Hoseok said, giving her a bright, enthusiastic wave.

Jin bowed politely, a dramatic but sweet smile on his face. "Drive safely, you two. And Y/N, don't let Namjoon break any of the dishes in your new apartment!"

Jimin stepped forward, his eyes crinkling into warm crescents as he gave her a gentle, reassuring nod. "It was truly an honor tonight. We are so happy Namjoon-hyung found someone as pure and brilliant as you."

After a round of polite bows, laughter, and heartfelt good nights, everyone greeted each other one last time and parted ways.

Back at the apartment, the quiet sanctuary of their home welcomed them. The city lights of Seoul blinked softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Y/N slipped off her high heels with a sigh of relief, while Namjoon loosened his tie, tossing his suit jacket onto the armchair.

He walked over to her in the center of the living room, a soft, incredibly proud, and dimpled smile lighting up his handsome face. Without a word, he reached out and pulled her gently by the waist, wrapping his long, strong arms around her as she slid her arms securely around his neck. They held onto each other in a long, quiet hug, rocking slightly on the spot.

"I told you everything was going to be fine," Namjoon murmured softly into her hair, his deep voice rich with satisfaction. "Did you see the way they looked at you? The members absolutely loved you, Y/N. Yoongi-hyung doesn't praise people easily, and he was completely impressed by your legal career. And Taehyung was practically ready to drag you to another art gallery tomorrow."

Y/N let out a soft, happy laugh against his shoulder, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of belonging. "They were so incredibly kind to me, Namjoon. I was so terrified of being judged or feeling small, but they made me feel like I was entirely welcome."

Namjoon pulled back just enough to look down into her eyes, his large, warm hands cradling her face with ultimate tenderness. "Because you are welcome, beautiful. You are a part of my life now, which means you are a part of theirs. You deserve all the love and respect in the world, and tonight was just the beginning of it."

He leaned down and pressed a sweet, lingering, and deeply loving kiss to her lips, sealing the perfect end to a perfect night.

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