hello! i wanted to ask if you or anyone knows the name of a jimin ft jungkook fic? it’s basically about jimin being a fuckboy and the reader trying to give him a taste of his own medicine with the help of her friends who were also heartbroken by jimin. Thank you!
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x-momochi-x asked:
Hey. I need a little help. If anyone of you or your follows can help me it would be nice. I’m looking for a fanfiction I read in June but I’ve had no luck. It was a jhope x taehyung x reader I believe, and it was about vampires. I thought the name was Crimson Killers or something like that. But anyways it was like that. I would really like it if I could get some help. If any of your follows know please pm me. Thank you~
anonymous asked:
Hello! Do anyone knows a strawberry farmer V’s fic where the reader is a seller at the farmers’ market and good friends with V since young and he always ask her out so they have a deal to got to his farm and he got to eat her out I believe? If anyone knows this kindly reply! Thank you!!! 🙌
anonymous asked:
Bts Jimin, Jungkook or Suga scenario to you trying to commit suicide after break up(Like cutting yourself)
anonymous asked:
Hello admins, can you help me find this fic abt female reader is friend with yoonji. oc had a crush on jimin and hes a jerk. yoongi is in it too, his role is older twin of yoonji. sorry for my bad english >< please help find this
anonymous asked:
hi i’m looking for this bts jin scenario where rap monster lend him some pornographic cds and he fell in love with one of those girls and they actually ended up with each other. thank youu!
anonymous asked:
I’ve been banging my head repeatedly against the table edge for the past week over a fic and I was hoping you could help me? It’s a fic about Jimin and the oc is a mom and they meet up again at a highschool reunion and he’s all successful now Bc he wanted to show off or something but she’s so humble and he kind of falls in love with her again and wants to help her out and stuff? Please help me, thank you 😭😭😭
anonymous asked:
I’m looking for a fic where Jungkook is a rich college fuckboy, but the oc doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t give him any attention. He is intrigued by her and one night on his way to crash Yoongi’s party he almost runs over her with his car and he helps her back to her apartment and he tries to talk to her at college. I think the title is similar to “Something to hide” and it alludes to abuse of the oc by another person (likely Jimin). It’s a JungkookxOCxjimin fic.
anonymous asked:
Hi do you know the name of the fic where the reader is taken in by a royal family at a young age because she’s going to be in an arranged marriage with taehyung when she’s older and yoongi teaches her to read, write, etc.
anonymous asked:
EMERGENCY MUST FIND FIC ASAP: it’s taehyung fic where the reader has schizophrenia and thinks taehyung is real but he’s not, and her friend asks her to go meet someone but it’s actually a therapist (jungkook) at a cafe and he diagnosis her n tells her
anonymous asked:
hello can u help me find a jungkook x reader fic club!au in which the ‘club’ is for masturbating in front of strangers but touching is forbidden, I’ve been trying to find it for days now (sry if my English is bad)
anonymous asked:
hi, i was wondering if you guys can help me find a fic. It was jungkook and an older woman (noon) and it was her first time although he was older. she kept calling him things like muscle pig and he made fun of her for wearing a hot pink sports bra and batman boxers. I think he was wearing a detective conan outfit. she doesn’t like sex at first and then jungkook tries without a condom and he gets her burritos afterwards. Thank you!
anonymous asked:
Hi! Could yall help me locate a fic where I think it’s V/RM or one of the maknae line (?) where OC is a smart student, one day she has to do a lab project with V n she thought he was like her other partners lazy etc but he did everything on his part and one day before the submission he found a mistake n she freaks out n she wanted to see her mistake so they met in the lab and eventually he goes down on her etc (it’s a long fic and got to do with lab coats + partners), pls help tysm!
anonymous asked:
Hi do you guys know of a JK fic where the OC is JK’s secretary and you ask him a favor to be your date in this high school reunion and you guys almost have sex in a classroom and continue it in his house. I forgot the title and the author i was hoping you could help me thank youii
anonymous asked:
I have a fic question. It for a Yoongi model au. The reader is an up and coming model and she gets to work with yoongi, a famous model, and the photo shoot was them laying in bed together. The reader is a little anxious about taking off the men’s dress shirt she was wearing, but yoongi gives her encouragement. I hope that was a good enough description. I have been looking for it for awhile. Thank you.
namjoons-broken-toe asked:
Hey, I’m looking for this fic I was reading recently but lost. The main character is Hoseok and it’s a fuckboy/ friends with benefits/college au and the readers ex is Yugyeom who cheated on her?
anonymous asked:
hiiiii!~ if you don’t mind me asking, do you know this story where BTS is in a gang/mafia and oc is an intern/doctor? OC was staying at a diner and Rose serves her hot choco and muffins but then bts’ rival gang comes in and shoots Jimin so OC goes to the rescue and bts keeps her to protect her…
anonymous asked:
Hiiiii, I was wondering if you or any of your followers could help me locate a jimin smut where y/n works in the same office as jimin and during the day he’s the most boring underwhelming person ever but y/n runs into at a club at night and he’s all of a sudden looking like a sex god and then y/n and him fuck on his motorcycle shdjjdjdjdkdshfh
anonymous asked:
Hi I’m looking for a fanfic where the girl is in college with taehyung and they’re not on the best of terms. But they were signed up to a competition where they need to shoot the opponents with nerf bullets or something like that. But the girl works in a cafe with jin aswell, thank you.
anonymous asked:
hi ! i’m looking for a yoongi (yoonji) x oc fic where yoongi and the oc are dorm mates/best friends and he’s hiding the fact that he’s a guy so he could live in the cleaner girls’ dorms, and another reason i can’t quite remember. jimin has an interest in yoonji and the oc has one in jimin, so much so that she ignores his ramblings about yoonji. but he catches yoongi and the oc together when he’s going to their dorm to confess to yoonji
anonymous asked:
Hi! Do anyone have an idea what is the title of a fic where it's about ice hockey bunnies (?) I can't rmb who the lead was but I know there's jimin and blackpink members in it~ It's something like being a bunny and cheering for your school's ice hockey team etc~ If anyone has an idea please reply~~ Thank you so much!!
Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.
Short summary;
Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).
Part 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”
You weren’t sure when Namjoon left the apartment, but when you returned home from work, he was nowhere to be found. For a horrible moment, you thought maybe he had moved on; though, you weren’t sure why that bothered you so much.
Maybe it was because he was the first friend you had made in a while, even if he was a pain in the butt most of the time. Or perhaps it was because then you wouldn’t have anyone to rant to at the end of the day as you kicked off your shoes once he was gone. Whatever it was, you knew that if he ever left, it wasn’t going to be an easy adjustment to make.
But he wasn’t gone gone. If someone had asked you how you knew, you wouldn’t have been able to put it into words how, but you knew that he was still somewhere--even if he wasn’t in the same apartment as you.
There was something about Namjoon that made you start eating a bit better when he was around, probably because he judged with a raised eyebrow and a frown when you only ate a poptart for dinner. So seeing as he wasn’t there, you pulled out a bag of popcorn from the pantry and threw it in the microwave before searching the freezer for ice cream. You found an empty container, and if you weren’t sure that Namjoon wasn’t capable of consuming anything, you might have accused him of eating it.
You shook your head at yourself--it was like you forgot that he was a ghost sometimes. It didn’t help anything that he seemed so solid most of the time. As long as you didn’t try to touch him, it was as though you were in the room with any other person.
You were pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the door, and you frowned as you tossed the empty carton of ice cream in the trash. Seokjin was out of town for a week, so it couldn’t be him. The only other person you could think of that might want to talk to you in person at this time of night was Hoseok, but you told him the previous day that the exorcism was off, so there wasn’t a reason for him to be there either.
You opened the door, ready to tell whoever it was to go away, and came face-to-face with a very obviously drunk Jungkook. You slammed the door before he had a chance to say anything, pressing your back against it. How did he know where you lived? And why was he there?
Another knock fell on the wood, but it didn’t sound angry. “Naaamjooon. I need to talk to you, d’you have a minute?” Jungkooks words were slurred, but not so much so that you couldn’t figure out what he was saying.
“Uh. Namjoon isn’t here right now.” You called back after a second. Jungkook didn’t remember that Namjoon was dead, that this wasn’t his apartment anymore, you realized. He thought that his friend still lived there, and his visit had nothing to do with you.
“D’you know when he’ll be back?” Jungkook asked politely, though still quite drunkenly.
“Not for a while.” You didn’t know what else to say. How could you tell him that one of his best friends, someone he idolized, was dead? You couldn’t. You tried for a moment, and no sound came out of your mouth.
“I’ll just wait here then, thank you.”
You looked out the peephole (you weren’t sure why you didn’t think of using it before) to see that he had taken a seat on the ground, legs outstretched in front of him. “Do you have someone you can call?” You asked, still not willing to open the door.
“I could call Namjoon again, but he hasn’t been picking up his phone.” Jungkook replied. That was it. You couldn’t keep hiding behind a door and leave him sitting there. It wasn’t right, and you knew it would probably be best if he wasn’t there when Namjoon got back.
You opened the door slowly, peaking out at him before stepping into the hall. He looked up at you blearily, blinking as though to clear his head. “You.” He said flatly. You had hoped that he wouldn’t recognize you, because maybe then he wouldn’t remember that Namjoon was gone. “So you even stole his apartment, huh?”
“What? No. Jungkook, what’s going on?” You knelt down beside him. Something had changed. The last time you spoke to him, he had left smiling at you as though you were old friends. Now he looked at you more like you were old enemies than anything else.
“Why would you do that?” He asked, eyes brimming with tears. “Why would you steal Namjoons music? He worked so hard on it, too hard for you to take it away.”
“Jungkook, I can explain...” You started, though you really couldn’t. You had no idea how he had even found out about it at first, but now that you were thinking about it, you supposed it was inevitable. He was in the music industry, of course he would hear every new artist’s music and name, including “Rap Monster,” whose music had gotten quite popular despite the fact that there was no face to the name.
“Sure. I’d love to hear you explain why you’d lie to me about high school. Oh, and don’t leave out the part where you never even knew Namjoon.”
You reached a hand out to him, but dropped it before it got to his shoulder. “Jungkook...” You sighed. “I’m so sorry. For everything. But don’t you think that Namjoon would have wanted his music to be heard? Or do you think he would have preferred it if the songs he worked so tirelessly on sat on his old laptop forever?”
There was a pause before Jungkook said anything in response. “I think I’m gonna puke.” He announced.
You ended up taking Jungkook inside, mostly so you could find him a clean shirt (you were fairly sure that you still had an old tshirt you stole from Seokjin somewhere). He curled up on your couch with your bag of popcorn, still intoxicated, but it was wearing off slowly.
“Here.” You held out Seokjins shirt to him, and he took it after a moment. He still looked at you as though hoping that his eyes would set you on fire, but he also seemed significantly calmer.
“Thanks.” He said as he pulled it on. “And sorry about your mat outside.”
You shook your head. “It was ugly anyway.” You sat next to him, careful to give him plenty of room. “Do you have someone you can call?” You asked again.
“No one I want to talk to.” He grumbled. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t more eager to leave, it wasn’t like he wanted to be there with you either.
“What about Yoongi?” You asked.
“He blames me for trusting you.” Jungkook shrugged. “Not to mention, I’m pissed he let me believe your stupid lie about knowing us in high school. I never would have fallen for it if he hadn’t said he remembered too.”
You winced. “I really--” You started, but he cut you off.
“I believe you. That you think you were doing what was best for Namjoon. But you didn’t know him. We did. You’re just some crazy stalker who now lives in his apartment.”
You frowned. “So why are you still here, then? Eating my food, I might add.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes as he ate another piece of popcorn. “I miss being here. And like I said, there isn’t anyone I want to talk to right now, so why not be here?”
You took a deep breath. “Give me your phone.” You held out your hand expectantly.
“No.” Jungkook made a face at you.
“Now.” You moved your hand closer. “I mean it.”
Jungkook groaned. “Fiiine.” He dug it out of his pocket and handed it over. He had thirty seven missed calls, most of them from Yoongi and Taehyung. Figuring that Jungkook sounded like he might go with Taehyung easier than Yoongi at the moment, you tried calling him first. When he didn’t answer, you were left with no other choice.
Yoongi recognized your voice almost instantly, and you tried to stay calm as you explained the situation and told him your address.
“What is wrong with you.” Yoongi said when you were done. “His old apartment? Are you kidding me?” There was a click on the other side of the line, but you knew he’d come anyway. Yoongi might hate you, and he might be mad at Jungkook, but you knew he wouldn’t leave him there.
Your brought Jungkook some coffee as you waited for Yoongi to show up.
“You know, you really don’t seem so bad. Which just makes this whole thing that much more confusing.” Jungkook said, watching the steam. He seemed much more coherent now, which was a relief.
“I know. I wish I could explain, I would if I thought it would help. But I just hope you know that I really have done all of it for Namjoon.”
Yoongi showed up not long after that, looking ready to murder someone--namely, you.
“I warned you. I told you to stay away from him, and you used him to steal Namjoon’s music.” Yoongi jabbed a finger at you when you opened the door. “You’re a sociopath. And I swear, you’re going to regret--”
To your surprise, Jungkook stepped in between the two of you. “Let it go, Yoongi.” He sighed.
“What?” Yoongi blinked at him.
“I don’t know what her problem is, but she’s...” He looked over his shoulder at you, his face unreadable. “She thinks she did what was right. And maybe... Maybe she is. In a way.”
“What did you do, drug him?” Yoongi leaned around Jungkook to glare at you.
“Namjoon wanted his music to be heard. It was never about the fame, or even his name being attached to the music. You know that.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at Jungkook, and you couldn’t believe this was happening. Jungkook really was too sweet to be going through all of this. “It shouldn’t have been done like this. But maybe it’s good that it’s out there, for people to enjoy. That’s what he always dreamed of, right?” You took a step into the hall with them, to see Jungkook give Yoongi a slight smile.
“Jungkook.” Yoongi started.
“There’s no undoing it.” Jungkook shrugged. “Might as well accept it.”
Namjoon returned the next morning after a night of wandering the streets looking for an answer that wasn’t there. He wasn’t thinking when he asked you to break into his old work place, or when he posted his music online. The only thing in his mind was getting out of this incorporeal state, moving on and away from all the sadness that he couldn’t quite leave behind just yet. What he hadn’t thought to bring into the equation was how this would or could affect you.
But when he returned and found you humming to yourself as you brushed your teeth (he might have accidentally nearly given you a heart attack showing up in the mirror) panicking because what if you went to jail because of this you assured him that he didn’t have to worry about it. Apparently while he was getting walked through by strangers, you had talked to Jungkook and Yoongi and “sorted everything out.” You didn’t offer any other details, and Namjoon wasn’t sure he wanted to ask.
“You should tell Hoseok that the exorcism is back on.” He told you over breakfast. You had somehow gotten in the habit of cooking for two, fixing a place for him at the table as though he could eat it. It made him feel warmer than he had in a year.
You looked up at him and blinked. “Okay. First of all, I can hardly see you right now, so it feels like I’m just talking to the air.”
“As far as other people know, you talk to the air all the time.” Namjoon shrugged, though he knew there was a possibility that you couldn’t see it. He forgot sometimes that you couldn’t always see him anymore, he didn’t feel invisible. And as long as you could still hear him, he was fine.
“Yeah, but I know that I’m not.” You pointed out. “Also, why the sudden change? I thought we just decided that you were going to stay?” Did you look sad, or was that Namjoon’s wishful thinking?
“I... The longer I stay, the more damage I do. And it’s too hard to be around the living.” ‘But you’ve made it a lot easier,’ He added in his head.
“What are you talking about? I told you I got the whole thing with your music taken care of, you haven’t done any ‘damage.’ And I thought.” You stopped abruptly, then shook your head, and Namjoon was sure your cheeks turned pink as you turned back to your oatmeal. “I thought you liked being here.”
Namjoon smiled. “I do like being here. I just think that maybe I’m supposed to be somewhere else.” Every day that Namjoon spent with you made him want to stay a little more, and he was sure that if it continued, he’d never want to leave at all. He would stay until you grew old, died, and moved on to the other side without him. He needed to leave, and he needed to do it soon.
“I’m going to miss you’re stupid dimples.” You muttered. Now Namjoon was sure that you looked sad.
“And I’m going to miss your failed attempts at compliments.” Namjoon teased back, trying to lighten the mood.
You stayed quiet for the rest of the morning, getting ready for work without speaking to him, or even looking at him. Namjoon wished he hadn’t upset you--or anyone else, for that matter. But the longer he put this off, the worse it would be for you as well.
You knocked on Hoseoks door before you left, telling him that if he had time, to drop by later that evening like you had originally planned. Namjoon took a deep breath (although he knew that he couldn’t technically breath anymore). It was time to say goodbye.
“Anything?” Hoseok asked you, opening one eye and looking over to where you sat not far away. He brought several people with him, all claiming to have connected with spirits in the past. They pushed all of your living room furniture out of the way so the five of them could sit in a circle, then they started chanting. Some of it you could understand, and some of it was in some language that you had never heard before. It probably would have given you the creeps if Namjoon hadn’t been sitting in the middle of their circle making ridiculous faces at them.
“He’s still there.” You said.
“I can feeeel the spirit leaving this place...” One of the women murmured.
“That, or you have indigestion.” Namjoon snorted.
“Oh hush, Marry.” Hoseok said to the women who had spoken. “Is he still making fun of us?”
Namjoon sat cross legged directly in front of Hoseok, mimicking the way his hands rested on his knees. “Oh hush, Marry. You don’t know what you’re talking about, I only brought you along to make this look more official, and now you’re making us all look bad.” Namjoon said in a high-pitched voice, which didn’t make much sense because Hoseok had a somewhat deep voice himself.
“Yeah.” You nodded.
“Does he feel any different, at least?” Hoseok asked, and you looked at Namjoon.
“Well do you?” You asked.
“Is it possible for ghosts to get a headache?” Namjoon asked in return.
“I don’t know, does your head hurt?” You sighed. When Namjoon nodded, you rolled your eyes. “Well there’s your answer, then.”
“I can’t hear him, remember?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow at you irritably. You had actually been talking to Namjoon, but you could see how Hoseok got confused.
“He has a headache.” You clarified.
“That could be because I can’t stand him.” Namjoon pointed out.
“Oh, shut up.” You said without thinking. You quickly had to explain that you didn’t mean for the group to stop chanting, only for Namjoon to stop complaining.
It was long after midnight when Hoseok and his group of chanters gave up. He let them leave first, staying behind to help you move your sofa back into place.
“Is he in the room right now?” Hoseok asked, and you shook your head. Namjoon had followed Marry out, sticking his tongue out at her as she went on about how she had once single-handedly rid a house of a poltergeist.
“No, why?”
Hoseok shook his head. “I can’t tell. It’s just... Strange that you’re the only one who can. I mean, anyone can tell that he’s here when he breaks things, but other than that...”
“Are you saying he’s not real?” You asked, only slightly accusatory.
“Not at all. I’m just saying that the two of you have some kind of connection, and considering that the most this did was irritate him, I think his being here has something to do with that.”
“There’s no reason for us to have a ‘connection’ though.” You ran a hand through your hair as you sat down on the sofa that was now in the right place on top of the rug.
“Then let me ask you something,” Hoseok said as he sat next to you. “Do you believe in soulmates?”
A/N Too much angst? Maybe. It’s going to be a lot of angst from here on out though (except for the ending, of course) so be prepared. Thank you for reading, and for sticking with me all this time. I don’t even know how long I’ve been working on this at this point, haha. Let me know what you think!
A/N: This is a story I’ve been wanting to write for awhile! I’ve already written a oneshot smut for Jungkook, Admin Kook and Taehyung. I also plan to write a oneshot for Yoongi, Admin Panda and Hoseok. (That’ll be posted sometime soon.) I’m super excited about this story!!
Namjoon
After Namjoon let their latest conquest out of their condo, he walked back into the living room where he found Seokjin and Jimin sitting in their chairs. He poured himself a small glass of whiskey, then moved to sit in his chair in front of the fireplace. Time seemed to fly by as they all sat there in silence, keeping their thoughts to themselves. “I want to find a woman that will accept all of us for who we are,” he said breaking the silence. “I don’t want to bring random girls here anymore. The next woman that sets foot in here, will be the woman we will spend our lives with.” Namjoon said, while he kept his gaze on the dancing fire in front of him. “I was just thinking the same thing,” Seokjin said to his right. “I was just thinking we could try to go our separate ways,” Jimin said to his left. Namjoon sent an annoyed look towards Jimin, “…Or we could find a woman that will love all three of us. That works too,” he quickly added.
Of course it would have to work. They all needed one another to balance each other out. Namjoon was the God of Destruction, most of the things he touched broke in half. Seokjin always fixed what he broke, since he was the God of Creation. And Jimin the God of Love and Attraction added the passion, Namjoon and Seokjin seem to lack at times, which balanced them out well. Without one person, things would fall into mayhem. That’s why they needed each other, they couldn’t leave one another. The three of them together seemed like perfect harmony, but something was missing. A woman for all of them to love, cherish, start a family with and live together for the rest of their eternal lives. “So how are we going to find our lucky future lady?” Jimin asked, pulling him from his thoughts. “We’ll find her soon, I feel it in my gut.”
Three Weeks Later
Namjoon
They hadn’t been to their friends, Taehyung and Jungkook twin daughter’s birthday party in about two years. Each time their birthday came up they were out of the country taking care of business. But now here they were at the girl’s third birthday. Jungkook met them at the entrance to the building with one of his daughters in his hands. I can’t wait to have my own kids one day. “I’m so glad you guys could finally make it!” Jungkook said with a smile on his face. “Hey man, where can I put these?” Jimin said as he struggled to carry the gifts they bought for the girls. “You can put them on the table in the front room, you’ll see what I’m talking about.” Jungkook started bouncing his daughter on one arm, as he used his other to point in the direction Jimin needed to go.
Jimin walked off as Seokjin walked up, “Hello, my dear. How old are you turning today?” Seokjin said as he looked down at Jungkook’s daughter. The little girl held up three fingers, “Two,” she said with a loud giggle. “No, Chloe. You’re three now,” Jungkook said. The little girl just giggled as a response. She was just messing with her father, and he fell for it. She really is the daughter of, the God of Mischief. “Let’s go inside so you can see the other’s, and meet our other daughter Claire.” Jungkook led them inside to a room that was decorated in red and white. “Finally you guys decide to grace us with your presence this year.” A sarcastic voice greeted them as they walked into the room.
Just leave it to Min Yoongi to say that after they haven’t seen each other in years. Namjoon walked to his friend to pat him on the back, “I see marriage hasn’t changed you at all.” Seokjin started talk their friend Hoseok who just walked up to Yoongi when they did. “I don’t think our wife would have it any other way,” Yoongi replied with a small laugh, returning Namjoon’s pat. “Now, we’re all together again. This is very nice.” Taehyung joined them now, with his daughter, Claire, in his arms. Upon seeing her twin sister, Claire started to reach out towards her. Jungkook and Taehyung both put their daughters down so they could hug each other.
Jimin then decided to join them again. “Well…I guess your two princesses are very spoiled. The number of gifts on that table is crazy.” Jimin sounded amazed that their friends would spoil their daughters. Namjoon only proved his point when Jungkook and Taehyung spoke at the same time, “We wouldn’t have it any other way.” Both of them wanted kids, especially Taehyung since he was the God of Family and Kindness. Everyone but Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon had found a woman to love them for who they were. The perfect woman will come into our lives one day, Namjoon thought. For the next few minutes, everyone chat among themselves, while the girls played with each other.
“Okay girls, it’s time to go cut the cake and open presents!” A female singsong voice said from behind him. This female’s voice sounded so beautiful and powerful, it made his heart stop. Namjoon turned to the source of the voice, and stop breathing. This woman in front of him glowed with a light that filled the room. Her black curls falling just past her shoulders to frame her face perfectly. Her eyes were a deep midnight blue that had a hint of silver sparklers around them. Namjoon’s eyes moved from her face to the rest of her body, and he loved what he saw. She had an hourglass figure, with breast and ass he’d love to hold in his hands. She paid no attention to him as she collected the girls and walked off. Everyone soon followed after her but Jimin, Seokjin and himself.
They all stood there in silence. They had to be feeling the same way he was. Jimin was the first one to speak, “Is it me or…” Seokjin cut him off, “No, it’s not just you.” Namjoon then knew their hearts stopped, too. This is the one they have been waiting for. Taehyung walked back into the room to get them, “Come guys, we’re about…” he stopped when he saw the looks on their faces. “Are you guys okay?” Taehyung said as he walked closer to them. “Who was that woman who came to get your daughters?” Namjoon asked, waiting for Taehyung to answer. “Oh, Selene? She’s the girl's Godmother.” Namjoon processed this information. He’d have to make his move, but Taehyung stopped that thought.
“If you’re interested, I’m sorry to tell you…But she has a boyfriend, they’ve been together for about a year now.” Taehyung said sadly as he turned around to go back to the party. Namjoon set his jaw, he needed to keep himself under control. Seokjin came up behind him and put his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, “Breathe Namjoon, you don’t want to ruin the party.” Namjoon let out a deep breath, and began to walk after Taehyung.
For the next three hours, all Namjoon could do was watch the woman named Selene. She was currently chatting with Jungkook and Taehyung’s very pregnant wife, Soo Jin, along with Yoongi and Hoseok’s wife, Lydia, who he found out was also pregnant. “This sucks ass,” Jimin said from his side. Yes, Namjoon thought. Yes, it does. Just as they were getting ready to say their goodbyes, a new male voice rang out through the room. “Selene, are you ready to go yet?” A new male appeared, and walked towards Selene. When he got to her, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into a kiss the whole room could see.
Selene gave off a nervous laugh as she looked around after she pulled away from the man. Namjoon knew he had no reason to be jealous, but he couldn’t help himself. She’s mine! He found himself thinking. The male then gripped her wrist hard and pulled, “Come on, you’re done here.” This gesture angered Namjoon, how dare he treat his goddess like this. Selene looked at her friends then said her goodbyes, her eyes then swung to briefly meet his. And Namjoon stopped breathing for the second time that day. She gave him a small nervous smile, then turned on her heels to follow her boyfriend outside. She will be ours, he knew that for sure.
☾ Not So Familiar I ☾ Not So Familiar II ☾ Not So Familiar III
“Let’s go” Namjoon grabbed your wrist, tugging you away.
“Go ahead Namjoon, run.” Hunchul smirked. “Do what you always do, you scaredy cat.” he called out as the spell shops door closed. His laugh, still echoing outside of the shop.
“N-Namjoon… what’s wrong?” you frowned, trying to pull your arm away. “Namjoon say something.” you stumbled a bit as he dragged you outside. “What’s up with you and Hunchul?”
“Stay away from him alright?” he practically stomped away, ignoring all of your attempts at breaking his grip.
You struggle, trying to not trip over your own foot. Although you hadn’t known human Namjoon for very long, there was something very unsettling seeing him like this. He was fuming and you could feel his hate toward Hunchul but it was his blindness to how you were feeling that was alarming. Why was he being like this? “Ah!” you lost your footing on the sidewalk, and you would have surely fallen if it wasn’t for Namjoon dragging you along. But this was too much. “Namjoon stop-You’re hurting me!”
That seemed to have gotten his attention enough to make halt in his tracks and look back at you. He sighed letting go of your wrist. “I’m sorry…”
You cradled your sore wrist to your chest, softly rubbing the spot that he held. “What’s going on…?”
“It’s nothing.” he looked away. “Just...don’t be alone with Hunchul alright? He’s dangerous.”
“I don’t know how you know him but...Hunchul’s only ever been nice to me. He’s never threatened me. He-”
“Just stay away alright? Not just him. All of DNH ok? Kidoh, Ikje, Taegyun, all of them. You can’t trust them”
You sighed heavily. You never did take well to people just telling you to not do something. This was something he obviously felt passionate about, you just wished he talked to you instead of ordering you around. He was never like this. Or was this the real Namjoon? You'd only known his for a few days, there was not telling who he really was. “Namjoon-”
“No.” He didn’t yell, he didn’t raise his voice in the slightest, but it made you jump. It was so stern, so forceful, so cold. Seeing your eyes gloss over he sighed “I’m sorry...can we just go home…?” he offered you his hand, hoping you’d take it like before, maybe even lace your fingers with his.
But you didn’t.
You walked past him, hugging yourself. Not another word was uttered that whole walk back home, and he trailed just a few paces behind you, not wanting to intrude on the personal space you needed. It broke him to see you look so scared. He hated seeing that you retreated inside of yourself and shut down.
When you got home you headed straight for your bed, using your blanket as some sort of protective barrier to shield you from the man you thought you knew.
Namjoon sighed watching you from the living room. Maybe he should say something? That way you could sleep with ease? Maybe that’ll make it worst and he should just give you time and talk to you about it when you woke up. He decided on the latter once he felt your breath even out.
Even though the situation wasn't ideal, It'll give him time to investigate.
He met back up with Hoseok outside his old apartment. It was only a few blocks away from yours. And in another life, perhaps you two could have met under more normal circumstances and you wouldn’t have to deal with all of this baggage that he carried.
“I guess we’ll start here” Hoseok gave his shoulder a little pat.
“All this time I thought Hunchul just turned me into a cat… I just thought no one cared enough to look for me.”
“That wasn’t the case man. You know I would have looked for you if he didn’t-”
“I know…” he gave him a nod. “You guys are my friends...I know you would have.” He didn’t know why he returned to his old apartment, maybe it was to find answers. To fill that void of who he was. He still remembered his life before he was a cat, but something was missing. And he wanted to be sure he could answer any questions you would have for him.
His apartment was untouched. It was like a time capsule of his life. All of the books he was in the middle of reading, every spell he was trying to learn. This was home. So why wasn’t he compelled to just come back here?
“Namjoon you know whatever your choice is, you have my support-Bangtan’s support. I know we never made it official but, you’re our coven member too. And you have our support. So if you want to retaliate against DNH you have us...and you know BAP has our back too. Yongguk-Hyung won't like what Hunchul did. Same with Jintae-Hyung We all have to be accountable for each other and if one of us steps out of bounds then-”
“I want to...but revenge isn’t my style...I wanted to find Hunchul so badly...but to see that he’s right there. Not even hiding. He was never afraid of me coming back.” he sighed. “But...I don’t wanna start a war Hoseok...Involving BAP would do just that. I want answers…”
“You saw him at the bookstore right? You could have just asked him then-”
“No. Not with her there…. Hunchul doesn’t play fair...I didn’t want him to use her…”
“You really care about her huh? She’s sweet. Always so bright. Kinda hopeless but she’s caring.” Hoseok smiled remembering the first time you stumbled into his magic shop. You walked right up to him and said I wanna be a witch! He was used to people wanting to give it a shot for a week, but most of them quit once they realized it wasn't as easy as just reading a spell. It was hard, it took work, practice, patience. Despite that, you never gave up. Noted, you weren't very good. But you tried.
“I love her. And I’ll do what I have to to protect her.”
"So...what are you going to tell her?"
Protecting you was his biggest concern, but he knew you'd never forgive him for keeping you in the dark. "Everything..."
He grabbed a few clothes, some photos, and spell books from his place and returned to your apartment. He’ll come clean to you. Everything and anything you wanted to know he’d tell you.
Opening your door he smiled seeing you drawing a circle on the ground, trying to measure all of the inner angles correctly. Leaning on the doorway he tried to stifle a laugh. He knew what you were doing, and couldn’t help but find it endearing. You kept looking back and forth between the spellbook and your drawing, sticking your tongue out as you concentrated on every little detail.
And here you were once again cutting corners on spells. “Is that parsley? You know Binding spells requires sage right?”
Looking up you frowned. “Parsley is a completely acceptable substitute!”
“Maybe in cooking, but you need a smudge stick.”
“The store was closed...” you pouted and ran your hand through your hair. “Listen Namjoon, I don’t really understand what happened today, but I’m keeping you in this binding spell until you answer my question!”
Walking inside your apartment, he set down his bag and smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Shouldn’t you say that once I’ve stepped inside of the binding circle?”
“Crap…” you mumbled looking down at the circle. “Can you come stand here please?” you reached your hand out to his and smiled as he let you tug him inside of it.
He smiled, wrapping his arms around you standing directly inside the circle. “There now, you’re stuck with me” he pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry about earlier...Seeing Hunchul just really...really bothered me…”
“Don’t be sorry...just don’t shut me out again.”
“What do you wanna know…” he smiled tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Whatever you're willing to share…”
So he told you everything. How he was a second generation witch much like Hunchul and that’s how they became friends. How they made a coven and DNH was their brotherhood. But as he got older his views started to change, he started having conflicting views with them. At first, it was small differences, then it grew to moral reasonings. He started to pull away from the coven. He made other friends who just understood him more. He wanted to leave his coven and join another and Hunchul didn’t take well to that.
“He turned you into a cat because you wanted to leave…?”
“He did so much more than that… All these years I wondered why no one looked for me...I was surrounded by witches my whole life… So someone had to know how to reverse the spell… Other coven’s... Bangtan...my family...someone anyone...but no one even mentioned me after I was gone...Not even my little sister...Hunchul did more than turn me into a cat...He erased me.”
“What do you mean...?"
"It’s an ancient spell...It’s hard to do but...it affects everyone… They just forget me. Like I never existed. If they see me...it’ll all come back to them but...Until then I’m just gone...Like out of sight out of mind...Like I need to prove that I’ve existed.”
“How is that even possible…? People don’t just disappear…”
“It’s a quantum superposition. Like two separate realities, I'm here, but I'm not. I lived, but I didn't”
“Like Schrodinger’s cat?” you furrowed your brows as you tried to remember anything you could about quantum superpositions.
“Exactly.”
“He can’t do that. We can’t let him get away with that. There’s gotta be some kind of witch police we can call.”
“That’s the point of covens. Checks and balances if you will. We’re supposed to stop the bad people from doing bad things." He shrugged "But I’m back...because of you…” he smiled leaning into your touch. “When people see me they remember me...So...revenge isn’t what I seek. I just want answers.”
“Vengeance...is what you deserve.” you looked down “I trusted Hunchul...He’s always so nice to me...All of DNH are. Sure they tease me...but they’re nice...I can’t believe.”
“Vengeance is a dangerous thing to go after.”
“It's fair! What Hunchul did wasn’t right...He stole three years from you...He..” you looked down trying to fight back a sob. “He stole your life…” You balled your tiny hand into a fist. "I won't let him get away with this"
He smiled. “You know...there’s a coven leader in our community. Strong and empowering type..He’s very feared. I was avoiding seeing him because I knew he’d say something similar.” he gave your head a pat. “But I guess I needed to hear that regardless.” he tried to reassure you. “I wanna talk to Hunchul first ok?”
“I don’t want you to. What if...what if he does something to you…?”
“He won’t”
“But what if he erases you again…” you gripped his hand.
“You’ll remember me… And you’ll bring me back again.”
“What if I can’t?”
“I know a lot of really capable witches. Some that have lifetimes of experience and none of them would be able to do what you did.” he tilted your chin toward him. “I trust you...so trust me. You're one of the strongest witches I know” he kissed you softly.
Closing your eyes you deepened the kiss, moaning into his mouth. His kiss was needy, urgent, and yet so warm. His lips moved against yours, coaxing your mouth open to allow him in, which you did happily. He tilted his head into the kiss, his nose brushing against the side of your face. You smiled against his soft pouty lips before pecking him and stepping back for a breath. “Namjoon…” you panted, left a little breathless from his display of passion.
He smiled as you stepped out of the holding circle. “You trying to run away?” he wiped the corner of his mouth his thumb. “Because it’ll take a lot more than this little spell to hold me back”
You blushed heavily stepping back again at the dark look in his eyes. Why was he so disarmingly seductive. It really wasn’t fair “Can you not?” you huffed stepping back again until the back of your knees hit your bed, making you fall back.
“What I do?” he chuckled stepping closer to you, stepping out of your spell with ease.
“Stop looking so attractive you Jerk”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that was an issue.” he reached your bed putting his hands on both sides of you. “You want me to stop?” he quirked a brow, his lips teasingly brushing against yours.
“No” you pouted, pecking his lips. “You broke my spell.”
“Wasn’t hard.” he pressed you down onto the mattress “Maybe next time you don’t substitute the main ingredient of the spell. Besides you’re going to need something a lot stronger than that to keep me away from you.” You nipped at his upper lip, sliding your hand down his chest. “Oh? Look who suddenly isn’t shy” he grinned.
“This doesn’t feel real…” you whispered, placing your hand over his heart.
“It’s real.” he smiled, tugging his shirt off over his head.
“Are we…” you looked down, biting your lip.
“Did you want to...?” he furrowed his brows
“I dunno….do you want to?” you looked up at him nervously.
“Yes.” he said all too hastily, getting embarrassed at his own eagerness. He buried his face in your neck, avoiding your gaze to keep the little bit of pride he had. “I-mean...Forget I said that.”
“No…” you smiled running your hand lower, tugging at his belt. “I wanna hear you say it again…”
He peaked up at you seeing your shy smile. “I want you… There was that embarrassing enough?”
“Not quite, but I’ll take it” you giggled as he peppered kisses along your jaw and neck. He playful growl coming from his throat.
Your hands hungrily moving to touch every inch of him. Your eyes locked with his as he moved your shirt upward, slowly asking permission. “It’s alright.” you smiled placing your hand on top of his, guiding him up your body. “I’m not gonna break.” you chewed on your bottom lip nervously.
“You sure about that?”
You frowned before pushing him down with all of your strength onto the bed and straddling him “I’m pretty sure.” He laughed as his hands moved to rest on your hips. “You’re not the only one who wants this Namjoon.” you pulled your shirt off before placing your hands on his bare chest.
Sitting up, he pulled you into a deep kiss. Your hips grinding into his as he unhooked your bra. As you broke away from the kiss to catch your breath he hungrily nipped at your neck. His lips ghosting over the top of your breast, making you arch your back. It wasn’t just how Namjoon kissed you, it wasn’t how he whispered your name, and it wasn’t how his fingers danced against your inner thigh that made you undone. It was how he never broke eye contact.
He knew what he was doing to you, and he wanted to watch you come undone.
You were breathtaking on his lap, your cheeks flushed, your hair messily splayed over a shoulder. Your swollen lower lip, trapped between your teeth. And how you rocked your hips against his. He ran his hand over your soft skin before cupping your breast and giving your nipples a squeeze. “Beautiful…”
He chuckled at the array of expressions on your face. From blissfully free to hyper aware of just how exposed you were to him. “What?” he grinned.
“Stop looking at me!” you huffed in an embarrassed fit. Hiding behind your hair.
“No” he smiled. “I never want to stop looking at you.”
“You’re so cheesy!” As you reached for the blanket on the bed, Namjoon grabbed your arms.
“Oh no you don’t” he laughed as you struggled, falling off his lap and back onto the bed. You smiled looking up at him, your wrist pinned by your head and your blanket tossed haphazardly over your waist. “It’s not going to protect you from me” he grinned kissing you again
“It’ll make it less embarrassing” you pouted.
“Oh? You think so?” he quirked a brow. “You really think this’ll make anything less embarrassing?”
No good has ever come out of an eyebrow quirk, especially from Namjoon. He took everything as a goddamn challenge. Before you could even respond Namjoon disappeared underneath your blanket. He settled himself between your thighs, kissing your sensitive skin. His lips ghosting over your panties before pushing his tongue against your core.
Welp, he was right.
This was not any less embarrassing at all. In fact, it was somehow more erotic. You couldn’t see him, and that built the anticipation all the more. You clenched your eyes shut and bit down on your lip trying to hide your moans as Namjoon teased you through your soaked panties. This was torture. He was close, but not quite close enough, his teeth grazing over your clit teasingly.
Moving your panties to the side his lips latched onto you. Your legs hooking over his strong broad shoulders as his tongue delved deeper. Your hands threaded through his hair as you panted heavily. His tongue hitting all of the right spots over and over.
“Nnn…. Namjoon…” you moaned out, your body quivering from his tongue. You could feel him smiling against your core after your release.
He chuckled sliding up your body, coming up from under the blanket. “Mmmm…” he bit his lip as he reached your face. “You’re gorgeous.” he grinned. “And delicious”
Panting you looked up at him. “Can you not say things like that...while you know….looking at me like that…”
He smirked padding his thumb down your lower lip. “Looking at you like what?”
“Like…” your voice drifted as you found yourself following his lips, chasing the kiss. He smiled as you finally kissed him. Not being bothered in the slightest that you could taste yourself on his lips.
He rubbed himself against your center before sinking inside of you. Your back arching against the bed as you said his name in a desperate prayer.
And you were absolutely gone.
And you wouldn’t want it any other way.
To Be Continued
It took me so long to write this because I’ve been working non-stop, and when I finally got some time off I got horribly sick. ;_; I’m still pretty sick right now but it’s been so long since I’ve updated and I feel so bad >.< I hope you guys liked it, if so let me know.
Also, the Schrodinger's cat references is totally Teen Wolf inspired.
Heya. I wanted to ask you if you know a fanfic. It was called either Passion Fruit, or Devils Game and it was with Namjoon from BTS. I've read it 3 months ago and i can't remember where I've seen it. At the time I read it it had only 2 parts... Now im desperate in trying to find it cause it was such a great plot ;-;
If anyone knows the answers to these questions please let us know via askbox so we can tag the answers!
nams fic question #2:
anonymous asked:
Hello! I was wondering if you could help me find a Namjoon smut where him and the reader are assassin’s for rival corporations but have no idea until they receive a mission to kill each other. Thanks 💖💛
nams fic question #3:
anonymous asked:
Anyone know a fic where Namjoon is a sub?? I need some sub Namjoon 😫😫
Does anyone know this fic? I was one where you were Rap Monster's girlfriend, and I don't quite remember if he did cheat on you or not, but there was some angsty feelings towards him(cuz if he didn't cheat, which I think he did, then he was never ther for you). However, Jimin likes you, and he comes to your apartment to keep you company, and things become steamy, cause Jimin is trying to convince you to make love with him, and you tell him not, cuz you wanna be loyal, but in the end u do it.(1/2
And later that night you listen to glasses shattering, and when you come down, you see glass shatered in the floor and a bouquet of flowers, which meant that Namjoon came to apologize to you, but he saw you with Jimin. (2/2)
damn reading this fic question alone just made me feel the angst without having to read it…*clenches chest* ouch.
Genre: N/A (I honestly have no idea what to classify this chapter as...)
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 / Chapter 3
Two Weeks Later
Selene
“I still can’t believe that bastard had…not one…but two girls in your bed!” Soo Jin fussed. “That’s so disrespectful!” Selene knew Soo Jin never wanted her to start dating Kieran in the first place. But against her friends’ wishes, she began dating him, which ended badly. Lydia finished chewing her food and spoke, “I’m just glad you’re free and happier now.” True, she felt free…but happier not so much, Selene now felt like she was missing a part of her heart. Selene was about to reassure her friends, but stopped when she felt a tingle go down her spine. She sat up straight and looked for the source, when she spotted a man strolling up to their table. I’ve seen this man before, but where?
“Hey, Namjoon!” Soo Jin piped up, just as the man stops at their table. “Hello, Soo Jin.” He said then looked at Lydia, “Hello, Lydia.” She also greets him. The man then turns his attention to her and says, “I saw you at the birthday party, but I didn’t get the chance to introduce myself before you left.” She flinched as she recalled seeing him there, before Kieran whisked her away. The man then walked to her side of the table and held out his hand towards, “That’s okay. I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Kim Namjoon. What is yours?” Selene reached out her hand, “My name is Selene.” Namjoon took her hand and kissed it gently, “Well, Selene it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Selene felt a warm spark fly through her body when he kissed her hand. She looked up to meet his eyes, which looked at her with a knowing look.
“Ladies, I’d love to stay and chat. But I’m currently here for a meeting.” Namjoon said as he let go of her hand and looked at Soo Jin and Lydia. With both of them said their goodbyes, Selene sat there frozen as she looked at Namjoon walk away to his table. When she finally looked away from Namjoon, she heard both women laugh. “Someone is interested,” Lydia spoke up first. “And this is perfect!” Soo Jin chimed in, too. Selene didn’t know what to feel at the moment, her mind of running wild. “You know…if you’re interested in a guy. You should tell him. Men like it when women make the first move.” Soo Jin said as she rubbed her stomach. This was Selene’s chance at trying out something new.
Selene called over their waiter after she wrote her number on a napkin. She watched her waiter walk over to Namjoon’s table, as another waiter approached their table. “Miss, this is from the gentlemen in the black suit.” He said as he sat down a wine glass with a note attached to it, and then left her table. “Someone is smooth…” Soo Jin sounded amused, Lydia just laughed. A few moments later she felt her phone vibrate.
[Unknown Number]
I see we were thinking the same thing. Great minds think alike.
After she read the message, she snapped her head up to look in Namjoon’s direction. When her eyes landed on him, he lifted up his glass and drank his wine with a smirk on his face.
Namjoon
“How’s our princess, Namjoon?” Jimin asked as he sat down in the chair across from his desk. “She’s fine. She’s at work right now.” Namjoon said with a smile on her face, they’ve been talking everyday for almost two weeks. He wanted to see her right away, but he didn’t want to scare her off. Their meeting in that restaurant had been a pure coincidence, and he was grateful it. A company that wanted him to invest in their company’s stock, asked to meet him there for lunch. When he walked in, he’d been surprised to see Selene sitting there with Soo Jin and Lydia. He held her in his sights as he made his way over to their table. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, she was the only woman for him. And Seokjin and Jimin, too. They all felt that spark when they first met her at the party.
“So you still haven’t made any plans?” Seokjin said when he entered Namjoon’s office. “No,” Namjoon said as he set his jaw. “I don’t want to scare her.” Jimin started laughing, “I’m surprised she’s still talking to you after seeing your face.” Jimin slapped his knee, when Namjoon looked at him with a deep scowl. Namjoon flicked his eyes at his chair, causing it to split in half down the middle. He knew Jimin was messing with him, but he couldn’t help himself. “Now, Jimin. You caused that one on yourself.” Seokjin laughed as Jimin got up from the floor to rub his butt. Seokjin waved his hand in the air towards the chair, making it look brand new. “By the way, which one of us is going to go check on the club tonight?”
Later that night, Namjoon sat in the office of their club, Rain, looking at the reports of the night so far. He needed to go out and greet his VIP guest soon, so he turned off his computer and made his way outside. As soon as he opened the door, music hit him with full force and made his way over the VIP section. After he was done making his rounds, Namjoon cast his gaze down to the dance floor. Something caught his eye in the middle of the floor, making him look harder. She’s here! Namjoon thought as his heart jumped. Namjoon couldn’t believe his eyes, as he watched her dance with a group of women. She wore a olive green corset top, that pair nicely with her warm brown skin.
Namjoon made his way down to dance floor, and tried to locate Selene again. Once he set his sight on her again, he made his way over to her. Not wanting to frighten her, he asked her behind her, “May I join you?” She seemed know it was him, speaking to her, because she backed up against him. Namjoon responded by putting his hands on her hips, and glided her against him. Selene seemed to fit against his body perfectly, like she was made for him, he could feel his cock grow in his pants. You need her, now. Namjoon moved his face close to her ear, and spoke on her ear, “I’m sure you can tell how much I want you right now, can’t you?” Selene responded by pressing her butt harder into his hips. Namjoon tried to surpass a groan, as she threw back her head, “Will you come with me?” Selene broke away from him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, peering up at him with her midnight blue eyes. “I’m up for anything right now,” she said with a smile.
