#rapmonster fic

[xiubaek-13]

BTS Masterlist

Will be updated as I post fics. Please be aware that fics with an (M) after the title contain smut. At the start of each fic, relevant warnings are listed. Happy reading :)

BTS

Jin

Sweet Kisses

Suga

Hold On (feat J-Hope) Part 1 Part 2 Bonus (M)

Monochromatic

All Nighter

Nectar of the Gods

Falling Away From You

J-Hope

Hold On (feat Suga) Part 1 Part 2 Bonus (M)

Pumpkin Carving

Gods & Myths

RM

Studio

Better Off Dead

Jimin

V

Home

Royal Pain

Jungkook

Mornings

One Night

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When Stars Align | Part 1

A/N alrighty, after writing something new, not liking it, fixing it and writing it again i present to you my second fic. Im really excited about this one and I hope you guys will be too, theres gonna be a lot of drama I'm winking  So, without further ado, When Stars Align. 

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

You felt like it had been hours since you last touched ground, and it had been. It was your official first day of summer break and you spent it flying from your home to your best friends. The two of you had been extremely close since freshman year when you were thrown into a random roommate draw, and you definitely got lucky. She was your other half, and like promised that first night of your freshman year, if you had made it this far the two of you would vacation together the summer before your senior year. 

The flight to Chicago went easier that you thought it would. No stops along the way and you got the window seat. You had only been away from your best friend for maybe 48 hours, but still it felt like a life time and a half and there was nothing more you wanted at that point in time than to touch down and run into her arms. You weren't usually one to get excited over small things, especially things like seeing someone after a short period of time, your childhood proved that none stays forever, but she was able to pull that out of you. 

You couldn't walk fast enough once off the plane, your backpack slung haphazardly over one shoulder and your hands quickly rolling up your headphones. The moment your phone was turned on you started to respond to your friends texts, typing just as fast as you were walking and only looking up to make sure you were still heading in the right direction. You could see it, the exit to baggage claim right in front of you. Your step quickened and your eyes looked back down, typing quickly and in all caps to count down the seconds till you were reunited. 

And then your shoulder hit someone. Your bag hitting the floor you grunted, your eyes not even looking up as you apologized and reached for your bag. You stumbled down only to have it snatched up before you could reach it. 

“Im sorry, I should probably look at where I'm going.” You said, your eyes only leaving your bag after finishing your sentence. 

“Don't worry about it, we've all done it.” 

Your eyes trailed up to the boy in front of you you with a kiddish grin and tick sunglasses covering half his face. Your heart lurched causing you to cough and reach out for your bag. There was something different about that boy. Not different in the way he was strange, but different in the way that he didnt seem like a stranger. You pressed your lips together and looked up at him, nodding your head once before taking your bag from his grip, your fingers brushing slightly making you're spine tingle. You coughed again fully taking the bag from his hands and turned to walk even faster out of the closed off section you were in, your heart now beating a million miles per hour.

You could hardly breath as you were engulfed in the arms of your best friend your mind instantly snapped in one direction. You rocked back and fourth, squealing and not caring who heard you, or which eyes were sent your way. As you pulled away from her your eyes caught his again, slightly peeking out from behind the frosted sliding doors. He retracted the moment you noticed him and  you couldn't help the feeling in your kneecaps that seemed to ache when you saw him. It was strange, but before you could truly think about it you were being pulled away by your best friend. 

You sat there with your head in your tiny hands, kids around you laughing, kicking dirt in your direction and calling you names. It had been like that every day since you had moved to South Korea and every day you cried to your dad to take you home, take you back to where your life started. You were too different for the kids of South Korea. Your face was too thin, your eyes too round and your hair? Well don't get them started on how different your hair was. 

It was one day in particular you remember the most about being in South Korea, the day that changed the way you saw that city and the reason why you never wanted to leave. 

You were on the ground, your knee bleeding as one of the usual girls who was mean to you pushed you over. You could hardly understand what she was saying as she teased and taunted you in Korean, the only thing you could focus on was the trickle of blood running down your leg and meeting the top of your sock. You kept your eyes down, but could still see her loafers walk up to you and her hand reach down to grab your backpack, still talking to fast for you to understand. You jumped slightly as your books pens and your lunchbox hit the ground in front of you. 

You choked back a tear as the girl and her friends laughed when she pushed you on your back, you just wanted to go home. The tears started just as a voice was called out and you opened your eyes to see a young boy running towards you. He was dorky, running like something out of a comic book, but still running your way. You sat up instantly as he got in the girls face and started yell, growling noises coming as he talked quickly. The girls scoffed at him once before looking at you, one kicking a book before they walked away. 

He helped you up and looked at you with sad eyes before holding his hand straight out, waiting for you to take it.

‘What are you? A monster?’ You whispered half in english as you wiped your hands and shirt free of dirt. 

‘Im Namjoon.’ He said slowly, waiting as you nodded to indicate that you understood what he was he had said. 

‘Y/n.’ You said softly. ‘You have a funny name.’ You said after trying to say his name in your head a few times and not being able to. 

He looked down to your knee and pressed his lips together before throwing his small arm over your shoulder and making you walk forward. 

‘Well were friends know so you're going to have to use my name.’ He said still looking at your knee. 

You nodded and stopped, bending down wipe the dirt out of your bleeding knee and trying not to cry at the sting that erupted at your touch. His knees where soon bending with yours as he started pushing a tissue to your leg. You watched as he concentrated on cleaning up your leg, mumbling things about the girls who had pushed you, growling in a way once again when you asked him why he was acting that way.

‘Those girls are so mean. Well, don't worry. There not going to be mean to you any more. Im going to make sure of that.’

You were so lost in thought as your friend rambled on about this and that you hadn't even realized you were puling up outside her house. Shaking your head you got excited again, grabbing your bags out of the back seat and linking your arm with hers as she pulled you towards the front door. You were welcomed excitedly by her parents and was immediately sat down to eat. Something you expected from her mother, but was always surprised by. 

“Okay, y/n. I have a surprise.” Your friend said tapping the table a few quick times as her mother started to clear the table.

“Ooo I love surprises.” You said leaning on your elbows. 

A chuckle came from you as she stood quickly, holding a finger for you to wait as she dashed out of the kitchen. Sitting there awkwardly you didn't know what to do since your friends mom refused your help with the dishes. But thankfully the sound of your friends running made you perk back up as she quickly sat across from you again, now clutching onto a white envelope. 

“So I figured since you know, were here for a few weeks before we run off to vacation that we would need something to do, right?” She started, placing the envelope on the table and running her excited fingers over it. “So. That one band you know I love so much is coming to Chicago in a few days so I thought you and I could go together.” 

“Are you asking me on a date?” You asked smiling, getting excited to be able to do something so fun with her. 

“Yes, yes this is a date, were going to see Bts for our date!” She squealed reaching for your hands.

You were excited, even if you knew next to nothing about these boys you did enjoy their music, and you always loved to tease your friend on just how excited she got about the boys. As the two of you crawled into bed that night and cuddled close she started flipping threw pictures, telling you thinks about each boy in turn. You smiled at Jimin, snorted at Taehyung and awed at Jin. She continued to flip until she landed on a familiar face. You took her phone from her and stared at his face, his dimples making you feel like you knew him. 

“Why is he so familiar?” You said zooming in the picture. 

“Hes familiar because he's a god damn Rap Monster.” She said chuckling and flipping through more pictures. 

You chuckled and shook your head rolling to your back, your eyes getting heavy  as you listened to her softly continue to talk about the boys, but as you fell asleep you started to think about the boy you ran into at the airport and how he also seemed to hold this same presence about him.

[nai-has-jams]

Troublesome (II)

Word Count:6k Genre: fluff, angst, smut Pairing: NamjoonxReader, TaehyungxReader      

 Taehyung sat in the living room to his small apartment. Marriage? Your words played over and over in his head. There was once a time he felt on top of the world, but now he felt smaller than ever. He sulked on the couch and frowned. He let the tears well up in his eyes before he started blinking them away. Maybe he had misheard you, or maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. The only sounds that could be heard through the silence of his living room were his sniffles.

  “Pull yourself together, Tae.” he mumbled to himself.

  He silently stared at his cell phone that sat patiently on the coffee table next to the TV remote in front of him. He sighed deeply as his eyes rolled into the back of his head to stop the tears from forming. He reached for the remote. Taehyung pressed the power button and began flicking through channels. He needed a distraction to get his mind off of you for the moment. He found a show that he’d never seen before that seemed to peak his interest.

  “Being Mary Jane?” he said aloud. He read the description and raised his left brow. “Guess we’re watching this for now.”

     He clicked play and rose up off the couch to walk to the kitchen as the commercial sequence began. He opened the refrigerator and searched around for something to snack on. Without luck, he searched his cupboards. Excitedly, he grabbed the bag of Spicy Nacho Doritos and made haste back to his living room couch when he heard the program starting. He plopped on the couch and crossed his legs into a pretzel. Loudly opening the back, he cooed when the main actress appeared on screen.

“Waaaaah, so pretty…” he said as his jaw hung open.

     Approximately 30 minutes into the show, the phone resting on the table buzzed repeatedly. Annoyed with being interrupted from his new show, Taehyung searched the couch for the remote and pressed pause. Without checking the caller ID, he answered it.

“Hello?” he said annoyed.

“Who is this?” the voice on the other line questioned.

   It was a voice he didn’t recognize. He figured it was a prank call, or someone who thought they called a different number but were met with confusion upon hearing his voice.

“Yah, you called me.” 

“I know that, but you’ve been messaging this number numerous times throughout the night. So apparently you know it, right?” the other voice said sternly. “Wha..?” Taehyung removed the device from his ear and looked at the number he was receiving the call from. A wave of tension covered his body. He gulped hard and fell silent. “Are you there?” the voice asked impatiently. “Yes. What do you want?” “What? I just told you what I want. I wanna know who has been messaging my girlfriend sporadically all night. Like, she was surely busy during that time, I made quite sure of that.“ The voice chucked slightly before continuing, earning a look of repulsion from Tae.    The voice continued, “I don’t know who you are, but judging from your voice you are definitely not a female friend, if you’re a friend at all.” Taehyung clenched his fists without realizing it. His teeth began to grit, and his brow furrowed. “I am a friend. Y/N and I go way back.” he spat. “Ah, is that so? How come your number isn’t saved in her phone then? How come all these messages don’t even have a response? What are you, some kind of pervert?” “I’m not a pervert. What the fuck are you talking about?” It would be a lie to say that he didn’t feel a pang in his chest upon hearing the fact that his number wasn’t even saved. He would have expected you to save it from that night, but how could he honestly expect that much? He was cold to you that day, yet somehow he had a hope that you would have saved his number and wait for him. The reality weighed on his shoulders. “Ahhhh, okay. You must be some creep from her office. Sure as hell sound like one.” he chuckled. “You shut your fucking mouth. You don’t know shit about me. I’m not a fucking creep. I just wanted to talk to her is all. She didn’t want to talk, that was the end of it. Now get off my fucking phone you prick.” his blood was boiling now.    He hated being misunderstood by others on the outside looking in. He was like that even before you. Taehyung absolutely hated when others made assumptions about him. You were really the only one who took the time to understand him. You were the only one who calmed him down when he had his fits of rage, the only one who cared. The only one who took the time to think of Taehyung as gentle and not a delinquent and troublesome like how everyone else saw him. He didn’t make it easy for you to get close at first. He pushed you away further every time you got too close to his heart. Every time you got closer to seeing the true Taehyung. But you didn’t back down, you took his shoves in stride. You broke down every wall and captured his heart. It scared him beyond his belief. It scared him even more to think that you would leave once you saw him for who he really was. He fell in love with you, and it scared him. But you showed him there wasn’t anything be afraid of.   He hated himself more than anything at this moment. He lost the best thing he had ever had because of his own actions. How could he ever forgive himself for that? “Woah, woah, woah, slow your roll, asshole. Don’t make this be something you regret. You know what? It’s better if you keep your identity hidden, because if I ever find out who you are, I’ll beat you bloody for talking to me like that.” Namjoon spat coldly through clenched teeth. “Oh shit. Wouldn’t want that! I’m so fucking scared. Please don’t hit me with your princess punches there, Joon!” Taehyung said sarcastically. This angered Namjoon even more. “How the fuck do you know my name?” “Ask your girlfriend.” Taehyung giggled. The only sound coming from Namjoon’s line was heavy breathing. “Are you upset, princess puncher?” “Listen here, you fucking degenerate. Call this number again and I can promise your next few months will be spent in a white room with nurses coming to check on you every few hours. Don’t. Fuck. With. Me.” “You’ll beat me bloody. Yeah I got it. Not really in the mood to be bothered with your bullshit. I’m assuming Y/N isn’t around and you’re playing the snoopy boyfriend role. Anyway, I’m trying to watch my show and you’re being a nuisance. I would greatly appreciate it if you fucked off. Goodnight, Namjoon. I’m sure this isn’t the last time we’ll talk. Later, princess puncher.” Taehyung said bluntly before hanging up the phone. He sighed deeply before he put his phone down and continued on with his show.    Taehyung smiled to himself as he lifted a Dorito into his mouth while he glued his eyes to his television. He always was smug like this. He had forgotten the satisfaction of how he got under this skin of others. Once he found something that agitated someone on his bad side, he would constantly use that to his advantage.    Namjoon wasn’t enjoying the abrupt ending of the short-lived phone call nearly as much as Taehyung. Instead of enjoying a bag of cheese flavoured triangular snacks like Taehyung, Namjoon was pacing the living room. He rubbed the nape of his neck with his right hand as his left hand rested on his waist, walking back and forth. He hated not having answers. He would never want to accuse you of anything, but he couldn’t stop the thoughts of infidelity from creeping into his head.

“Maybe I have myself to blame. I mean, I have been working a lot more than usual. Maybe I should be around more. Why did he need to see her? Have they met before? Who is he?” he thought to himself.

 He checked his wristwatch. It was only 6 AM. Today being his off-day almost completely slipped his mind. He sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair. He thought about waking you and confronting you, but he didn’t have nearly enough information to accuse you of being unfaithful. All he had to go on was a few unanswered texts from some asshole who claimed to know you. It wasn’t a secret that you two were together. Namjoon was making major waves in political headlines in the media. Kim Namjoon, a young attractive head faces and CEO of one of the biggest law firms that the country had. After closing that risky merger deal, Namjoon was going from making thousands to millions. You and Namjoon were slowly coming into the view of the public eye. His success and ongoing rise to fame surely could make you a target to his enemies. He thought long and hard about the possible people who would want to hurt him by messing with you. A few people came to mind, but he couldn’t connect a real motive. What would a couple of jackasses from his past gain from harassing you? No, this wasn’t work related. It felt too personal. 

   Namjoon walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a drink. A straight shot of vodka to the head. He cursed himself for doing it. As much as he would get on you for late-night drinking, here he was, drinking before dawn had even gotten a chance to begin. He placed the bottle back into the cupboard and went back into the bedroom you two shared. He was hesitant in his steps, careful not to stir you from your dreams.  

   He carefully made his way to his side of the bed and crawled in. You were facing him and were still fast asleep. He brushed his thumb against your cheek. “What are you hiding from me, Y/N?” he whispered softly.   He smiled to himself and planted a kiss on your forehead before lying on his back to face the ceiling. He stated at the ceiling attentively. He analyzed the bumps and small cracks imprinted on the surface. A long sigh broke free from his chest as he placed his left hand behind his head and the other on his stomach. He allowed his eyes to close, but his mind didn’t wander far. The only thing that played in his mind was the sound of that unfamiliar voice being so spiteful. He despised not having answers to the questions he so desperately needed answered. “Just give it some time.”, he thought to himself. “You know that she loves you. She wouldn’t hurt you like that. She’s better than that.”, his thoughts began to bring him closer to the land of dreams.    Several hours had passed before you were awaken from your slumber by the sound of your ringtone going off. You stretched and whimpered, stretching your arm over to the night stand by your bed. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you couldn’t find your phone. You sat up. The sudden movement caused your boyfriend to stir slightly. You glanced over at him, and slapped his naked arm gently. “Ya, where’s my phone?” you asked him.    He whimpered and turned his back to you as a response. You sighed and got out of bed, making your way to the source of the ringing. Sunlight beamed through the curtains of the main room. You looked around, and the ringing stopped. You sighed in frustration. You were certain that you left your phone on the night stand right next to your side of the bed. The ringing commenced again. You checked between the cushions of the couch, but didn’t find the source of the ringing. You grunted, feeling the frustrations grip tighter on your psyche. “Where the fuck is it?” you muttered to yourself.

 You went over to the kitchen and found it sitting on the counter next to the sink, as well as a small drinking glass and a bottle of Smirnoff. You grabbed the phone and answered it. Part of you was hoping that it was Taehyung so that you could finish the conversation that you began last night before he hung up. “Hello?” “Y/N?” the voice on the other end asked. “Yes.” “Where are you? Are you coming in today?” he asked.

      You checked the time on your phone. You were supposed to be at work two hours ago. You had forgotten to call in. You sighed slightly and put on your best “sick voice” before answering your boss. “I’m at home. I am so very sorry Mr. Park. I’ve gotten a case of morning sickness. I was going to call you-” you coughed, “Excuse me. I was going to call you as soon as I had gotten myself cleaned up.” you lied. “Ahhh, I understand now. Don’t worry about it, Somi will cover your shift today. I hope you feel better, Y/N!” he said. His voice was kind of light, and had a comforting tone to it. You always admired Mr. Park’s voice. “Thank you so much, Mr. Park.” “Oh please, Y/N. You’ve been working here for, what, three years now? Call me Jimin.” he chuckled lightly. “Oh, okay. Well thank you, Jimin.” you smiled. “Not a problem, Y/N. Well… I better get back to work. Again, hope you feel better soon. Should I expect you into work Monday then?” “Yes, sir. I will be there Monday.” “Okay then. Take care. Bye” “Bye” you said before hanging up the line. You felt a slight wave of disappointment as you realized that you were waiting for Taehyung’s call. It bothered you that you were thinking about him after all the turmoil and pain that you were put through my him. You checked your messages and found none were from him. You saved his number under “KTH” just so that you wouldn’t raise any suspicion in Namjoon. You still weren’t ready to reveal to him your complete past, and that included Taehyung. You decided to text him. 

Create New Message To: KTH Me: You said you wanted to meet. Let’s meet. Meet me at Lucky’s Bar ‘N Grill on 32nd and Wiltshire at 5. If you’re late, I’m done forever this time. I’m giving you a chance to explain yourself. Don’t be late. [10:17 AM]

   With that, you locked your phone and set it face down on the counter. You picked up the glass and smelled it. There was definitely vodka in it, and judging from the moisture at the bottom of the glass, it was in there recently. You sighed as you thought about why there was vodka in a glass next to your phone.  Namjoon.    You felt a slight annoyance stir in your gut, but above that, anxious fear. You minimally rationalized. How could he give you all that shit about late night drinking when he was drinking in the early morning? You rolled your eyes and put away the drink and glass.    You walked to the refrigerator, opening it with a swift motion. You hummed to yourself a slightly familiar tune while you looked for something to make for you and Namjoon. It wasn’t often that you cooked breakfast, but when you did, it was usually done with care and love.    You used to cook for Taehyung a lot, because he was really a lost cause when it came to it. You couldn’t just let him live off of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, hot dogs, slices of cheese and TV dinners. Whenever you would come to his place, you almost always complained about next to nothing being in his fridge and blamed that for the reason behind why he was so thin. You’d then force him to go grocery shopping with you.    The corners of your mouth curved up into a slight grin when you thought about your adventures in the store. You two always knew how to have fun. It didn’t matter where you were or what you did. You remembered pushing one another around in the shopping carts in various supermarkets and making messes of the place. There was one time you were pushing Taehyung and let go of the handlebar, and laughed uncontrollably as you watched him head straight for the stacked cans of Mountain Dew. They had been organized in the shape of a giant M, and you yelled “strike” as he yelped with a crash into the soda. You had many more memories similar to that one, and thinking about it made a feeling of warmth blanket your body.    Pulling the carton of eggs and milk from your fridge was your first order of business. You gathered all of your utensils and ingredients to make French toast. You and Namjoon loved French toast, and it wasn’t often that you cooked. When you did, you had to be in the mood for it. Usually, it would be after watching a Chopped marathon at 3 AM. You thought your were Chef Gordon Ramsay during those times. You always made Namjoon taste your strange concoctions, and sometimes, they would be one of the best things he ever had the pleasures of having served in front of him. Other times, he would try to hold in his gags to keep from hurting your feelings because you would spend so much time attempting to create something similar to what you watched the chefs on the show create with limited resources of course. Being spontaneous was in your nature and you gleamed at the fact that you got to know love again through Namjoon.

The scent of cinnamon danced in the nostrils of a slumbering Namjoon. He stirred in his sleep and furrowed his brow. He groaned slightly before his lips naturally parted and his throat became dry. The growling of his stomach caused him to dart up. His eyes adjusted to the bedroom and he smiled to himself before running his fingers threw his hair a few times. He swallowed shallowly and rubbed his stomach. Namjoon took a few deep sniffs and grinned from ear to ear when he realized that you were cooking. He jumped out of bed eagerly. You hadn’t heard him enter the kitchen. Your heart jumping out of your chest when you felt strong arms around your waist pulling you into an embrace. You should have expected him by now, but it always caught you by surprise. 

“Mmm, smells delicious.” he muttered as his eyes became fixated on the pan you were giving your attention too. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m glad you think so,” you began. A small grin crept upon your face and tugged at the corners of your mouth. “How many?” 

“Uhhh… I think I will take three.” he answered. You set your spatula on the counter before walking to the cupboard.

“Maple or butter?” you asked while standing on the balls of your feet in an attempt to reach the top shelf.

“Do we have any fruit and powdered sugar?” he said from the refrigerator.

“There should be some strawberries in the bottom drawer.” Namjoon rummaged through the almost full refrigerator before he found the fruit you’d mentioned. He smiled his no-teeth smile at you as he set them on the counter and grabbed you both some plates.

“What are we drinkin’?” he asked as he went back into the fridge.

“What do we have?” you responded while flipping the toast in the pan.

“We’ve got OJ, Apple Juice, Kool-Aid, uhhhhmm….” he searched around more, “there’s some Faygos, some champagne, and uh… I think that’s some grape juice in the back.” 

“You wanna drink some mimosas?” you asked. Namjoon’s head whipped around to you and he gave you a confused look. “What?” 

“Did you just ask if I wanted a mimosa? It’s way too early for that.” he shook his head. You rolled your eyes and shamelessly brought up your findings when you entered the kitchen this morning.

“Oh, it’s too early for mimosas but you had vodka straight before it was even 10.” you said in a monotone voice as you flipped the toast onto a plate and turned the stove off. 

He sighed. You knew that sigh. It was his oops-you-caught-me sigh. He returned to the counter with the champagne and the orange juice. 

“Yeah, I had some vodka this morning. I can’t be mad about that.” He rubbed the back of his neck and lifted his brow. You loved when he did that.

Namjoon’s lower lip was tucked neatly under his top row of teeth. He stared at the floor and you stared at him. You were attracted to him a lot more than you realized. You moved past him to place the food on the dining table. A wave of warmth cloaked your body when you saw him walking to the table with utensils. Thoughts of starting a family creeped into your head once again. You thought about a toddler calling you “Mama” and running around. You grinned hard as you sat down. Namjoon grabbed the syrup for you and the strawberries for himself off of the side counter before taking his seat across from you. He smiled at you and reached his hand out for yours.

“I love you.”, he spoke slowly and with a low, warm tone. You felt your heart flutter and the corners of your mouth rose up into a grin.

“I love you too, Joonie.” You said while squeezing his large, pale hand. His hand was soft, and delicate. It made your own look tiny.

You both began to eat, and talked about his work and how there’s an intern who was causing a fuss with the women in the L-Department. Apparently this intern was too handsome and was distracting a lot of the women from working and was causing a bunch of careless accidents with just his looks.

“Seriously, he is just too handsome! Wendy stapled her finger while looking at him walk down the hall from her office window.” he sounded excited and amazed that someone could be that careless just to see five seconds of attractiveness.

“Well does he seem like a good addition to the company?” You asked with your mouth partially full.

“Jungkook is fucking great! A few of my buddies think that he will be on the fast rise if he keeps it up. I’m already drawing up the proper documents to offer him a job after his internship ends.” He took a sip of his mimosa before finishing off the rest of his plate. “He really looks promising.”

You felt your blood freeze as soon as you heard that name. “How old is he?” You practically whispered.

Namjoon put on his thinking face and sipped on his drink once more.

“Uhhhh…I think that he is, I wanna say 20, but I could be wrong though. He has hair that’s really sandy brown. I guess that’s a young guy thing. Colored hair and what not.” He chuckled, “Why?”

Instead of answering him, you began to drink the remainder of your mimosa before grabbing all the dishes off of the table and heading to the kitchen and dropping them into the sink. Namjoon followed you and concern was plastered onto his face.

“You’re acting a bit strange. Do you know him?” He questioned.

There were plenty of people named Jungkook. It couldn’t be thatJungkook. The last time you saw the Jungkook you were thinking about, you and Taehyung were together. He would be around his early twenties now, so if it really was him, you should avoid him at all costs. It dawned on you that if it really was Jeon Jungkook, and if he wanted to hurt you, he would have done so already. Everyone knows that you and Namjoon are together. It made headlines across the nation for months when he revealed you to be his girlfriend to the public. Namjoon walked closer toward you and repeated himself since you were taking far too long to respond to his simplistic question.

“Y/N?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, Jungkook? No, sounded familiar for a second is all.”

He eyed you skeptically. He folded his arms, which accentuated his biceps. The sight alone caused a hitch in your breath. You knew that if you were to continue to play this questions game, you would have to out your past and that wasn’t something you were ready for; especially because things were going so damn well between you two all of a sudden. Things didn’t feel stressful for once and you didn’t want to cause stress to begin. You never lied to Joon, and you didn’t want to start now. So you did what you knew best – you distracted him with sex. You looked at him up and down and bit your bottom lip before locking eyes. With a few hasty steps, you backed him into the living room. You positioned him in front of the couch and pushed him down before rubbing your breasts through your shirt in front of him. His smirk caused a jolt of electricity wave over your body and down to your core. You could feel yourself begin to dampen. You attempted to straddle him, but he flipped you over and kissed you as he held your hands over your head and spread your legs open. He laid on top of you and leaned down into your right ear. He began to speak.

“I know what you’re trying to do. You may have thought that it worked last night, but it won’t work this time. I caught onto your little game the second time it happened. Did a naughty girl like you think that she could fool an experienced lawyer? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.You should have known better, babygirl.” He said in a low and gruff voice. Even though you had been caught, his voice was turning you on and causing you to squirm a bit under him.

“ughhhh. Fine. Let me up.”

He rose off of you and sat on the couch facing you. You sat up and crossed your arms. You were wishing for an out of this situation. You weren’t ready to tell him yet, and you knew he was going to get it out of you sooner or later; you just preferred later. Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair. And was about to speak before the sound of your phone ringing interrupted him. You hopped off the couch and went to grab it from the counter to answer it.

“Hello?” You tried your best to sound chipper despite the frustration you were feeling sexually.

“Hey, it’s Tae. I got your message and well, is it at all possible that we can meet right now I’ve got some business to attend to st the time you gave me.”

You glanced over at Joon who was sitting patiently on the couch. You mouthed work at him before you responded to Taehyung.

“uh, yeah I called off earlier. What? Her water broke?!” You acted as surprised as you could. “Uh, yeah, but only if no one can cover the rest of her shift, I can come in. But only for about an hour or two because I have a doctor’s appointment today.”

“Ah, Namjoon must be present. Sneaky sneaky little Y/N. I promise I won’t keep you for more than an hour. See you in ten, babydoll.” He said smoothly before the line clicked. For some reason, the way he spoke to you made your knees buckle a bit. You forgot how much you loved hearing his deep voice call you cute pet names.

You rushed into the bedroom and threw on some jeans and a tight fitting tank top. You checked your face in the wall mirror next to the closet and decided that a bit of mascara wouldn’t hurt at all. Namjoon startled you when he leaned against the frame of the bedroom door and cleared his throat.

“So you going in?”

“Yeah, just for an hour or two. Jennie is having her baby.” You briefly explained before you rushed past him to the main room to get some shoes on and your keys.

He followed you into the living room and squinted. He could tell something was off about how you were acting. What was the rush? He watched as you looked around for your phone and cursed to yourself. He gestured over to the counter and you grabbed it and headed for the front door with your keys, purse and phone in hand.

“We are still going to talk when you get back just so you know.” He approached you while you got a jacket and planted a kiss on your lips hugged you.

“Yes, I love you. Bye” you pecked his lips again and put your purse on your shoulder. You smiled at him and opened the door. He locked the door behind you and sighed when he heard you start the engine.

Part I

Part iii

[vintaehge]

15| Not Today

APOCALYPSE AU! Ship: BTS x Reader x GOT7 Warning: None A/N: I’ll start the endings soon, which one do you want first in all the boys? (JIMIN/TAEHYUNG/JIN/JUNGKOOK/RAPMONSTER/SUGA/JHOPE/JAEBUM/JINYOUNG/YOUNGJAE/BAMBAM/JACKSON/MARK/YUGYEOM) Follows, hearts and comments are appreciated! Word count: 1327

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PREVIOUSLY ON NOT TODAY: You hugged him back as you felt other peoples joining the collective hug. Tears were spilled but it wasn't of sadness, no, it was pure relief and joy. At that moment, you felt like everything was going to be fine... like all of you would be YOUNG FOREVER.

~~~

"How did you escaped?" You asked curious as everyone was sitting around the fire, you, trapped between Mark and Jackson.

"I ran as fast as I could and tried to hide as much as the building allowed me to." Said Jeongguk. "But I didn't got out immediately. I went to the infirmary's to get Bambam. If I could save someone, at least was it going to be Bambam."

You nodded and sighed, raising your look to the sky. It felt so peaceful. You suddenly realized it's the first time since the beginning that you truly took the time for yourself and just breath. A comfortable silence was settled just until you talked again.

"I was so worried about all of you." You trailed off in a murmur but you knew they all eared. "That asshole told me he was about to hurt you. Last time I saw him I got angry when he said he killed Yoongi and Bambam. I was so furious that I... I fought with him..." You closed your eyes, sensing the wound, the governor gave you, burning. "About this, I remember nothing after Yoongi entered the room, what happened?"

The boys exchanged a look. Bambam passed a hand in his hair trying to recap all the thing he went threw after the escape.

"Well after I escaped with Jeongguk, we decided to go back to save the group." The blondish said to everyone's attention."We reached the camp and searched everyone. When we finally find where you were, you, (Y/N), were unconscious in a bloody state. After seeing you like that, I hurried everyone to climb in the truck and then we drove away for days."

"While this," started Jinyoung, "we found the way out of our prison, group by group. Then we searched for you, (Y/N), hoping no harm were done to you. But when Yoongi yelled he found you, there was something in his voice..." His voice slowly died down in a hurt manner. It was more than clear that seeing you so hurt got him really sensitive about the subject. But why would he gets so pained about it? That was truly a question but you'd just blow it off telling yourself it's because your his friend.

"When I called them because I found you, I was really startled seeing you crying..." Whispered Yoongi. "You seemed so pained but relieved at the same time... I... when I took you in my arms and I realized you weren't conscious anymore..."

It was so silent you could hear a fly passing by but you didn't really noticed it. Yoongi was always such a straight face. Having to look at him when he shows his emotions can be pretty impressive but it's the first time you see him so down. And let me tell you that you really aren't enjoying that.

You sensed your heart clenching.

"It's okay now Oppa. I'm just fine." You said softly taking everyone aback.

Your expression looked so caring and loving. The boys were feeling the jealousy creeping it way inside them, everyone except Yoongi. He was still shocked by you calling him oppa, so much that his heart was beating furiously against his chest.

~~~

After Yoongi was a bit more okay, the boys explained you how the rest went .  When they finished their stories the sun was slowly rising. Namjoon proposed that him and Jaebum could stay awake and watch over the rest while they sleep but the problem was that nobody was tired.

"Then what do we do?" Asked Namjoon."We have nowhere to go and wherever we go there is some freak survivors that want us to die or Infected that want our death to eat us. We are doing nothing more than driving away, fighting and breathing, sometimes sleeping if we are lucky." He added trailing off, furiously passing a hand in his hair.

"We should just find a safe place." You said simply.

The boys turned to you, some frowning. Your statement was quite obvious and they were a bit discouraged by your answer.

"No, no, I meant... somewhere we can call home... somewhere we can stay and protect." You quickly added, seeing their straight expression."Just like the houses we add back then, before the outbreak. Somewhere that is safe for all of us and maybe other survivors that want to have a new life. A fresh start with less Infected. Let's face it, we are all tired of this lifestyle even if our body doesn't want to show it because it's constantly on adrenaline..."

Your group looked at you, some really thinking about your idea.

"That may be a good idea." Youngjae finally said. "I think we need to find something like that too. We've been out there too long. We've been suffering so much..."

Everyone was silent but then Jaebum just sighed.

"Right." He got a map out of his backpack. "I circled everyplace we didn't visit. Let's find somewhere to go in these."

~~~

A few hours later, you were back on the road again. It was surprising how smooth everything was going. Jin opened the windows so a fresh breeze was filling the truck, Jimin and Hoseok were playing a game with Jinyoung and Yugyeom, Namjoon was indicating to Jin where to go while he pointed the road on the map, Yoongi, you and Jaebum were dozing of in a corner as Taehyung, Jungkook and Bambam were playing around just to tease the three of you sleeping, Youngjae was reading some old book he found in his bag while Mark and Jackson just looked at you and the two boys sleeping with an envious stare.

Everything felt so lighter, even when you would met some occasional Infected. You would just pass by and forget about it existence. Town by town, place by place, you didn't gave up for what you were searching, there had to be a place where you could live, where you could say; it's home. But even after passing all winter searching for some you didn't find a place to call home. Every time you would get pushed away by Infected or survivors not wanting you in their camp. It was difficult to just survive now, but as the day passed everything felt easier. Slowly you were getting lost in nature. You were lucky you had found two new Jeeps to hit the road with. Your past truck was broken and you needed competent vehicle; there where no asphalt pat anymore. Just rocks, dirt and nature.

One day, you and the group were hiking in the forest to find wood for a fire and maybe find a river to get water. You were high in the mountains and you were pretty sure the Infected didn't got to that point yet. So you were pretty relaxed and enjoyed your walk, just as the other. When suddenly, you noticed a huge white shape in the corner of your eyes. You turned your head toward the white shape. It seemed far but your curiosity couldn't get enough, the trees hide the spot with their leaves. You took slow steps towards the curious frame and when you finally reached the clear spot you were speechless. Can this beautiful place finally be the one you're gonna call home?

"Guys! Come here!" You yelled.

Soon they all came to you a bit worried but when they were about to ask you what was your problem they saw the same thing you saw. A few mouths dropped and eyes shone in excitement.

'Am I AWAKE? Is this a dream? Or did we finally found what we were searching?'

[smilecake]

Mental Institute: BTS 101 | Pt. 7

Genre: Angst, Mental Institute au, mystery

Pairing: BTS x OC

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | 

Word count: 4K

Summary: “She was special. She was dangerous. Her parents admitted her into an abandoned mental institute. Little did she know it was a place where they experiment on people like her. Inside this institute she meets seven other boys who aren’t keen on her arrival. They believe there is something off and that she can’t be trusted. As the story continues, not only does she discover their reason for their stay, but she’ll end up choosing the one who gets to live.”

Everybody has gone to sleep, with me being the last one awake.

I couldn't sleep. Naeun's journal laid on my lap and my hands were slowly flipping through the pages.

Some of them were stained. Some of them were wrinkled.

Every page started with the word "Dear Sarang,".

My heart throbbed in my throat when I thought about how Naeun had suffered on her own.

I didn't remember her, but she did. It was clear from the amount of pages she had dedicated to me.

Going back to the first page, I started to read.

"My mom told me that she hated me. Her eyes were full with anger and her voice was cold. It makes me scared. And a part of me wanted to just die at the spot. My parents were here. They told me that they found two new boys to add to our "family". One had borderline and the other was erotomaniac. They told me I should take care of them. Guide them around this institute. Show them that this place was a nice place to stay. Mom told me that it was the least I could do to make up for my existence."

My eyes started to water as her words seeped into my mind, causing a heartaching feeling. My mom was too cruel to her. Naeun didn't deserve it.

"Their names were Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung. I've met with them. They seem nice and warm. Even though I could see that they were clearly suffering, making me feel sad. But a feeling in the back of my mind comforted me that I wasn't the only one anymore. I would finally have friends here. I didn't like the lonely room my dad put me in. I wanted my sister with me. I wanted a loving mom and dad with me, telling me that I was a good child."

Gulping down, I closed my eyes and placed my hand on my forehead.

Naeun. I'm so sorry, Naeun.

Tears ran down my cheek as I projected her pain inside of me. She struggled so much.

Soon, a sob escaped my mouth and someone from afar stirred in his sleep. Pulling up his blankets, he rubbed once in his eyes and then turned his head to look around, with his eyes stopping on me.

"Sarang?" His voice was hoarse,  but I recognized it immediately to be Jungkook.

"What's wrong?"

I held in my sobs and looked at him teary-eyed. My nose was red and due the sudden cold night, I had a hard time speaking properly.

"Are you cold?"

I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. How can I live with myself knowing that my dad tortured them and killed my own sister? He tortured Jungkook who is still so nice and kind to me.

Why are you still so nice to me, Jungkook?

All of a sudden, someone placed his hands in front of my eyes and hugged me from behind. He settled himself down behind me and hummed something soft.

"When life is truly painful, remember that pain is not a punishment. But a treasure to be human."

His low voice attracted my attention and his words touched my heart.

I stayed still and sniffed my nose.

"Namjoon..." I muttered.

He removed his hands and I turned my head to look at him. I didn't know he was awake, too.

"Are you alright?" He asked me with raised eyebrows and a teasing smile.

I didn't know how to respond him. Was I alright? I just blinked at him and his eyes trailed down to my lap.

"Isn't that Naeun's diary?" He asked and he picked it up.

I nodded and wiped my nose.

"How did you get it? I thought it was lost with the burn." Namjoon said with a frown and he examined the cover.

"Jimin had it all the time." I snorted and looked at Jimin who was sleeping soundless next to Hoseok.

"Well, atleast it belongs to the rightful owner now." Namjoon muttered and he placed it back on my lap.

I turned to him and laid my hand on the cover.

"Is this the only thing that's left from Naeun?"

Namjoon showed a painful expression and then turned sad.

"Right after she died, all of Naeun's belongings were burnt. If you haven't noticed, there's a section in the institute that has been burnt down. And it used to be where Naeun's room was." He told me. "But I'm surprised that Jimin managed to save her diary."

I sighed and looked down. Jimin risked his life for it.

"I guess he really loved her," I muttered. My heart ached, again. The thought of how much he loved her and then to lose her. I understand where his obsession and fear comes from.

Namjoon nodded and ruffled through my hair with a smile.

"Cheer up! Everything will be fine and jamful."  He told me.

I smiled weakly and hugged him back. "Thanks, Namjoon."

He winked at me with a smile and pulled my blankets to cover my shoulders.

"It's cold in the night. Make sure you don't catch a cold." He warned me warmly.

Patting my arm, he stood up and yawned.

"Let's get back to sleep. It's going to be a long day, tomorrow." He told me.

I smiled and nodded.

He went back to his couch and laid down. Muttering the soft "good night" he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

I turned myself around and stared at the fire in the center of us. Noticing Jungkook looking at me, I remembered that I woke him up. He was looking at me with his big eyes and one of his arms was supporting his head. He gave me a smile and I smiled back.  He must have heard the whole conversation.

"Goodnight, Jungkook." I muttered.

He nodded and turned a bit shy.

"Goodnight, noona." He muttered back. 

Dear Sarang, I wish you could be here so I could introduce you to my friends, Taehyung and Jimin. They are so much fun. And also, I met with another resident here. His name is Jin. He takes care of me very well and although his condition is serious, I can't help but find him really funny. He is like food, food, and food. Also, I met with dad today. He seemed frustrated with me again. I feel like I did something really bad and that I had to be punished. How are you, actually? Do you read my diary? Dad takes it from me from time to time. He told me that it was for his work. I don' t know how to feel about this. I feel so exposed, yet I keep writing in here. I miss you, sister. 

My heart clenched and I raised my head with a sigh. Naeun's diaries entries were so heartaching to read.

"What are you doing?" Yoongi asked me as he sat down next to me. I closed the journal and put it away. Shaking my head, I smiled.

"Nothing,"

"You sure?" He cocked his head and attempted to get my bag but I jerked it back. He then shrugged his shoulder.

"Well, if you are doing nothing. You can go with Hoseok to get some vegetables for Jin. He's going to make us kimchi," he told me.

I frowned and tilted my head. "Do we have money to buy food?" I asked.

"Hoseok has been saving his allowance since he entered the institute. He can even buy a house now," he joked.

I nodded amazed and stood up to go find Hoseok, but Yoongi pulled me back down.

"Be careful on your way, okay?" He smiled weakly at me and I nodded again.

"MIN YOONGI! GIVE ME YOUR LIGHTER!" Jin yelled from across us who was stacking stones.

Yoongi's eyes started to twinkle and he jumped up. 

"INFIRES BABY!!!"

With that said, he ran towards Jin and forgot all about me. I shook my head with a smile and noticed Hoseok passing by.

Quickly, I followed him and swung my bag on my shoulders. Hearing my stuff rumble, Hoseok turned his head to me.

"Are you coming along?" He asked me, and put away his wallet in his pocket.

"Yes, although I'm not good at grocery shopping," I shyly admitted.He laughed and swung his arm my neck, patting my shoulder on the other side.

"Don't worry, you'll learn fast." He smiled and then turned to the rest of Bangtan who were each doing their chores.

"Yah, everyone! We are going to the city to get some food. We will be back in the afternoon," Hoseok told them and they all nodded. Taehyung looked at me shortly, before turning his head and moving the wood to the fire by Jin.We both turned us around and I walked with Hoseok on the road. There were no sidewalks, so we had to walk in the middle of the road. It was kind of dusty too, so I squinted my eyes while the sun shone warm on us.

"So, I don't think we talked much. But I like you," he smiled.I smiled back and blushed. "You are nice, too."He chuckled and turned to the front. "Ah~ It feels good to have the sun on my skin. I have been too long in that dusty room from the institution," he remarked.

Poor thing, and to think it was my dad's doing.

I let out a sigh and felt like I was dragging my body. My energy is low. I haven't really eaten properly, since I started to read the journal. That feeling in the pit of my stomach stopped me and the more I knew about them, the more I felt horrible and I didn't deserve all this kindness from them.

"How long have you been in that institute?" I asked, almost choking on my words. I didn't really know if he liked that question.

He pursed his lips and thought. "How long was it? Ever since I was a teenager?" He told me and then flashed me a bright smile.

That bright smile that hid countless of sad events and pain.

I smiled weakly and nodded. "That's long," I muttered.

He shrugged. "It's fine. Once inside that institute, you'll lose sight of time and space. Luckily, I had Naeun who could help me pass the time.

"Naeun did? Who is this Naeun, actually? I have been hearing her name, a lot." I told him, pretending not to know.

Hoseok laughed and raised an eyebrow. "It's no surprise. Everyone loved her. She was a really special girl.

"It made me sad that he was talking in the past tense. Is he still hurting?

"Naeun was the first resident at our institute. She was a very warm and kind person. Even though the institute was cruel to us, she always managed to cheer us up and make us feel at home." He told me.I hummed a reply and looked at him as he was looking to the front. His gaze was melancholic.

"What did she suffer to be admitted there?" I asked him.

Hoseok narrowed his eyes and turned to me. "Naeun... She suffered from boulimia and depression." He told me.

I widened my eyes. Boulimia. She didn't mention it in her journal. Was she insecure about herself? I was sure my parents had to do something with it.

"Oh..." was all I could bring out.

Hoseok smiled and nodded. 

"But after meeting Park Jimin, she was miraculously recovering very well. Those two were really something," he chuckled. "Oh, how I wish I had a female version of Park Jimin as my girlfriend."

I chuckled to myself.

"Is that one of the reasons why you suffer from depression, too?" I asked him carefully, but he simply shook his head and turned sad.

"My noona Jiwoo died when I was still a teenager. We got into a car crash when she drove me home from a concert. Since then, I always blame myself for her death."

"I'm sorry to hear." I told him, and he just shook his head.

"Don't be, it's my fault." He muttered. "I shouldn't have gone to that concert anyway. But my friends convinced me and yeah..."

His voice trailed off and I didn't know what to say.

But luckily, we reached a store and I followed him inside.

"Ahjumma, do you have vegetables?" He asked the old lady at the counter.

"Oh, hi young man. No, we sadly ran out of vegetables. But there's a market down the road. Maybe they will have what you are looking for." she kindly told him and Hoseok bowed.

"Thank you!"

We both headed towards down the road, but when we reached the end of it, no market could be seen. Hoseok scratched his hair and looked around.

"Strange, it should be here." He said, frowning.

I frowned too and looked around. There were no stores and markets. And it makes me uncomfortable how abandoned this place looked like. There were no people around, only old houses and thrash.

"Maybe, we should head back." I suggested, feeling slightly nervous.

Hoseok nodded and seemed to feel the same way. "I want you to stick close to me. There's something off at this place," he told me, looking back and forth.

I nodded and walked closer to him, while scanning the area. I started to feel uncomfortable. As if I was being watched and that it was too quiet.

"C-could it be that we are being watched?" I whispered to him and Hoseok signaled that I had to stay quiet.

He put up his ear and listened to the surroundings.

There was no sound.

We stayed like this for a second of two.

There was still no sound...

Until now.

It was a vague sound, like a bucket being kicked away in the distant. Strange, since there were no animals around and no wind that could have knocked it down.

"There's someone else, here. Quick, we need to head back to the store." Hoseok suddenly ordered me sternly in a whispering voice.

He pushed me back and I started to run quietly.

He followed me while keeping watching behind me.

"Who is it?" I asked him, but he didn't respond. Instead, he kept telling me to hurry.

"Faster, faster!" He hissed.

I was already running at my maximum speed, but Hoseok grabbed my wrist and pulled me faster with him.

I started to hear sounds behind me and I didn't dare to look back. It was following us at a rapid speed.

"Hoseok, I-I can't..." I told him out of breath, while he kept pulling me.

Hoseok bit his lip and turned around. "It's only a few... holy f-!" He stopped on his track and I bumped against him.

When I wanted to ask him, he put his hand on my mouth and looked shocked to the front.

I followed his gaze and saw a van passing by from a distance. It was a black one. And one that I have seen before, too.

It was the van that took me to the institute with my mom.

They were searching for us!

Hoseok quickly dug down and pulled me with him behind the bushes. He slowly lowered his hand from my mouth and I cleared my throat.

"Do you think they saw us?" I asked him. Hoseok's eyes followed the van and seeing him not turn, he shook his head and let out a relieved sigh.

"Luckily not. Damn, I thought I was done for life." He said.

I let out a relieved sigh, too and turned back to look. There was nothing behind us, anymore. The thing that was chasing us seemed to have given up on us.

"Look, the animal who was chasing us is gone now." I said, tugging onto his sleeve.

Hoseok frowned and turned around too.

"What are you talking about? It wasn't an animal." He snorted.

"Then what is it?"

"A person,"

I gulped and blinked with my eyes. "Who?"

"I don't know. I couldn't see him clearly,  but he looked hella scary. He had those big eyes and strange clothes on."

Strange clothes?

"Well, anyways, he's gone now."

"I'm not so sure about that,  but come on. We need to go. This place is giving me the creeps,"

I nodded and stood up with him. He walked in front of me and stopped when he didn't seem to recognize the way back.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"Did we go left or right?"

I widened my eyes. "We are lost?"

He chuckled and flashed me a cheeky smile.

"Don't worry. It's going to be alright," he told me. "And can you stop touching my back?"

Touch his back?

I frowned and walked to his side.

"I'm not touching your back," I said, raising my hands. He looked shortly to my hands and widened his eyes.

"Then who is?"

All of a sudden, something long came up from his shoulder. It started to hiss in his ear and I froze.

"Hoseok...," I began. "Please stay calm..."

He looked at me confused and when he turned his head towards the thing on his shoulder, he widened his eyes and fear was written all over his face.

"SNAKEEUUUU!!" He shrieked.

[lamaow]

Imagine waking up with Namjoon.

The morning sun stung your eyes but the sheets were a soft comfort under your fingertips. The warm body next to yours let out puffs of air which occasionally grazed the side of your face. The apples of your cheeks became warm as you stared at your lover. You brushed a piece of soft hair out of Namjoon's eyes with a gentle smile grazing the both of your lips.

"How does breakfast sound?" You tossed the question his way as if it was common place. When in fact, this was the first time you'd ever woken up to his coffee colored gaze.

"Mnn" An approving moan was all you received as response. Your feet ghosted the ground as you prepared to make a journey to the kitchen. You quest, however was halted by a strong arm rubbing your thigh. You rose a brow, but that only prompted him to run his hand down your leg whilst it's accomplice worked its way around your waist.

With a strong pull you toppled ontop of Namjoon. Your full weight placed onto him as your legs encircled his waist; his arms reciprocated the affectionate action. You leaned down to place a slow, sensual kiss upon his lips. The atmosphere was simply incredible. Namjoon ended the romantic endeavor with a dorky eskimo kiss and a onslaught of tickles. Giggles filled the bed as the two of you rolled around delved in an intense tickle war.

You let out a final laugh as you settled your truce by laying side by side, just smiling at each other and talking about where you'd go that day. Talks of daily errands evolved into talk about careers and spiritual journeys, to how you would die, to what your last wishes would be.

Suddenly, as you gazed at his face with pure adoration swimming in your eyes, the sun ceased to burn, the sheets became softer, and the world seemed like a perfect paradise.

[nai-has-jams]

Troublesome (I)

Word Count: 6.5k

Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Pairing: NamjoonxReader TaehyungxReader

“Y/N,” he started, “I’m not sure what you expected. I can assure you that it’s not going to get better than this. You won’t find someone better than me, that’s for sure. I’m not even sure you deserve better.”

[cr]

You stepped out of the shower and slipped on your favorite bathrobe. You made your way downstairs. You entered the kitchen and stared for a moment at the wine cabinet. You knew that you shouldn’t drink during night hours, but you needed just a little to take the edge off. Just a little bit to forget about Taehyung for a moment.

You stared at the wine glass sitting on your kitchen counter, recalling the words Taehyung said to you about a few months ago. It left a swift pang in your chest. You rose the glass to your lips and took a long sip. A long sigh drew out from your chest. You rubbed your temples in small circular motions. You felt a chill crawl up your naked body, so you tightened your robe.

It was a quarter past 1 AM, and you knew you should be getting rest. But instead, you were up, wandering your large condo at night with the wine glass in your hand, thinking. You told yourself there would be no more late night drinking after you landed that office job, but here you were, breaking your promise. You had a tendency of doing that. Your current boyfriend, Namjoon, never hesitated on reminding you of that fact.

Even though he tended to nag you about little things, you were very thankful that he put up with you. You never thought you would end up with someone like him. You didn’t feel deserving of such a good man.  He was a very caring, and thoughtful. He always put your feelings first; always considerate of how you would feel. He was everything you ever wanted. A best friend, a lover, a caretaker, even therapist at times. You knew that he was the man that your parents would want to see you with. You knew that he was the man that would be the type to have a steady relationship with. You knew that he was the man that you should marry, yet the only thing on your mind was Taehyung.

“Fuck.” you muttered to yourself as you heard the lock to the front door being turned. You hurriedly poured the remaining wine down your throat and placed the bottle back into the cabinet.

If Namjoon saw you drinking at this hour, you would surely get an earful. He’d bombard you with questions; most of which you still didn’t fully have the answer to. You still hadn’t had the heart to tell him anything about Taehyung or furthermore, your encounter with him a few weeks ago. You promised yourself you would tell him when you’re ready but ready hadn’t found you yet. 

The most he knows about him is that you were a broken mess after Taehyung and you parted ways. From that, Namjoon pieced you back together and made you believe in love again. Tightening your robe, you turned in the direction of the door, preparing to greet your boyfriend.

As if on cue, he walked in with slow strides; his face sulking but lighting up once he saw you. He tossed his keys on the end table near the door and kicked his shoes off. Tired was written all over him. The slight bags under his eyes gave him away. He worked hard to provide for you and himself and you couldn’t thank him enough. He smiled with a closed mouth at you. He hung his jacket on the rack and set his bag near the door. He let out a long sigh.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked you, as he made his way over to embrace you.

“Just looking around for something to snack on before heading back upstairs. How was the night at the firm?”

“Long and uneventful. I can’t even count how many paper cuts I’ve gotten from signing and filing all those damned forms.” He chucked.

He placed his hands around your waist and was inches from your face. His gaze looking down at you drove you to think slightly naughty thoughts. That was something Namjoon could always do that you could never wrap your head around. With a certain look, he could have you smiling, laughing, nervous, or ready to get to business. Namjoon had complete control of your mood.

“Ahh, is that so? Just a snack?”, he said as he planted a kiss on your lips.

You nodded cheerfully.

“If that’s what you’re really up to, how come I taste that merlot that I heard you put back in the cabinet on your lips?” He said with a smirk.

You clicked your tongue and chuckled.

“Oh, Joon. You never miss a thing, do you?” you said playfully. Your lips stretched into a full smile as you two rocked side to side.

“Not a thing.” he kissed your neck. “I know you all too well, Y/N.”

He took your hand into his and danced with you in silence. You found this to be oddly calming. You hadn’t realized how nervous you were until he calmed you with his romance. He led you in his steps as you two slowly twirled around the kitchen. You placed your head on his shoulder.

“You’re troubled. You know you can talk to me, Y/N. I will just listen. I won’t voice my opinion this time.”

“Why is he so good to me?”, you thought to yourself. “I don’t deserve a man this good.”

“What makes you think that I’m troubled?”

“Your heart rate is slowing down, meaning that you’re calming down from something. What’s making you nervous, darling?”

He pulled away from you slowly and looked at your face. You glanced up and him and kissed his lips, slowly and steadily.  He placed his hands on your neck, and deepened the kiss. You were glad this is one thing that he couldn’t analyze. You changing the subject by kissing him or engaging in sexual activity was something that he never quite caught onto.

You moaned into the kiss purposefully. You felt his breath shudder slightly, and his movements getting a bit more hasty. You took that opportunity to run your fingers down his chest and abdomen through his shirt. He broke the kiss.

“Y/N,” he whispered.

“Yes?”, you cooed while biting his earlobe softly. You know that drives him wild.

His deep grunt at your contact caused a chill to run down your spine.

“You need to tell me-” you cut him off due to the palm of your hand rubbing against the growing erection through his trousers. “…you-, fuck. I just want, I want-” you applied more pressure,

You giggled at the fact that your actions were causing him to be incapable of completing a coherent thought, let alone allowing him to formulate a complete sentence. 

“This is not funny, Y/N.” he said. You bit your lower lip and looked him in his eyes lustfully. You knew you didn’t have to do much for him to take you right then and there, but you wanted to tease him a bit more. He placed his head in his hands and shook his head,

“What are you talkin’ about, baby?” You said as you cornered him slowly into the kitchen counter. His butt pressed against the edge of it as you rubbed his now hard member in circular motions through his pants.

He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, nodding his head vigorously.

“Okay, okay. Alright.” he said as he pushed you hand away.

“Uh-uh” You teased as you gripped him through his pants swiftly.

“Shit.” he moaned.

You leaned in closely to his ear and wrapped both arms around his neck. You softly whispered all the naughty things you wanted him to do to you into his ear. Unable to take your teasing any longer, he gripped your forearm.

“Babygirl, you know how I feel about teasing.”

You had him now. Anything he was thinking bout before had been thrown out the window. His main focus was you and what you were doing to him.

“Do I?”

He nodded.

“Yes. Yes you do, and right now you’re being a naughty girl.”

“So what are you going to do about it, Daddy?”

He inhaled sharply and pushed you against the refrigerator with one swift motion. You pushed him over the edge and now you were paying for it. Namjoon told you about this kink early on, and you always used it to your advantage to get out of a tough situation. At first, you found it comical, and didn’t realize that he was serious. It wasn’t until he was calling you “babygirl”, and “princess” that you realized you shared the kink too. It was sort of a sexual awakening for you.

Namjoon was only the second man that you’d been with and you found the sex that you two had more than exciting. He knew your body and that was something that turned you on and scared you at the same time. He knew what spots drove you wild, what names to call you, what positions you needed to be in at any given moment. He could make you cum in less than two minutes if he had the mind to.

Your breath hitched when he rose your right leg up and stepped closer to you. Your back pressed against the refrigerator as his strong hand gripped your chin gently. The cool air meeting your heat as your robe loosened from him wrapping your leg around him.

“Why did you tease Daddy like that?” he asked sternly. His left hand slowly trailed down your abdomen to your wetness. He rubbed your clit in small circular motions.

“I…jus- I n-, fuck.” now it was you unable to complete a coherent thought.

“Hmmm? Answer me, baby.” he said as he kissed your neck. He planted more kisses along your clavicle, and bit your skin lightly.

Moans escaped your lips, and you drew a loud gasp when you felt one if his slender digits slip into you.

“I-I….I don’t know, Daddy.”

“Tsk, that won’t do babygirl.” he said in a low voice.

You could feel the one knee that you were standing on buckle. He caught you and chuckled.

“You’re getting weak on me?” he asked teasingly.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you jumped up and wrapped your other leg around him, forcing him to hold you up. He wrapped his hands around your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him and bit his lower lip as he carried you up the stairs to the bedroom. He smacked your ass hard, causing you to squeal.

Once he entered your bedroom, he threw you down on the bed. You giggled and bit your lip as you bounced a little on it. The look he gave you caused you to moisten even more. You carefully inspected him with your eyes.

He was tall, lean and slightly muscular. Definitely a more athletic build. He looked too good in his suit. The black slacks, suit jacket and dark blue accents on his button down shirt drove you wild. His black suit jacket with shawl lapels framed his slender neck. His jawline, sharp and defined. His lips, full and slightly reddened due to your mouths locking so fiercely. His eyes were smoldering, and full of lust. His bright blonde hair styled up into a quiff. He ran his fingers through his hair and parted his lips with his tongue.

“Take your robe off.”

You did as instructed. He loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his upper body. You studied it. From the moles on his neck to the few scattered across his abdomen. You studied his abs. They weren’t very defined, but they were still there.

You smiled to yourself as you noticed the Calvin Klein band hugging his hips. Something about this image was so sexy to you. A shirtless Joon, wearing black slacks, a black belt and a Calvin Klein brief band showing itself to you. His v-line looked very prominent. You wanted to get up and take him right there, but you restrained yourself; as you knew you would be punished for doing that.

“Lie back.”

He walks close to you as you lie on your back. You watch attentively as he drops down to his knees and spreads your legs open. He glares up at you as his face inches closer to your heat.

“You, you don’t have to do that..” you say shakily

“Hush, princess. Let Daddy take care of you.” he says as he presses his tongue flatly against your core.

Your back arches on instinct. A soft moan comes from you when he swirls his tongue around your clit.

“Fuckkk.” you mutter.

You gasp as he slips a finger inside. It’s been a long time since he’s done this, and it was driving you off the edge. He slipped another finger inside and skillfully sucked on your clit. You felt your thighs tremble. Sounds of you moaning and the wet sounds of him pleasuring your core filled the room. He pulled away from you with a sucking sound.

“You taste so fucking good, princess.” he cooed, slipping his finger into your mouth.

You suck his finger and look at him. The eye contact sends chills down his spine. His cock is swollen, but he wants to please you first. It’s almost unbearable. Namjoon lowers his head in between your legs again. This time he is relentless. Your back arches and your hips begin to buck and swivel. With strong hands, Namjoon holds your hips in place. You squirm and tremble, moaning his name as he laps up your essence.

“FUCKKK! DADDY! I’M GOING TO CUM!” you exclaim.

Namjoon slips two fingers inside as you grip his blonde locks and feel your stomach tighten. Your walls clench around his slender digits as he pushes them in and out of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your moans get louder. Namjoon slows the pace of his hand and grips your thigh. The movements of his tongue drag along your folds as you come down from your climax. You feel your body twitching.

“How was that, baby?” he asks you before standing and sucking on his fingers. You sit up and smirk.

Without a word, you stand and push him onto the bed. He appears slightly shocked by your sudden dominance. He raises a brow as he sits up on his elbows and takes in your naked body as you stand in front of him.

“Let me take care of you now, Daddy.” you proposed.

With a slight nod, he obliged, and let you unbuckle his belt and pants. You pulled them down to his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs. You were slightly startled by how hard he was. His bulge was begging to be released from his cotton restraints.  He sat up and touched your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?”

You nodded.

“Good, now let Daddy feel that pretty little whore mouth of yours.”

You loved when he talked to you like this. You weren’t quite sure why, but it caused shivers to jolt throughout your body. It sent tingles down your core and caused your knees to slightly give in.  

While dropping to your knees, you maintained eye contact with your boyfriend. He bit his lower lip as you dragged your palm over his swollen pole. You rubbed little circles through his briefs and smirked. He hung his head backward and let out a low grunt.

“Are you teasin’ Daddy?”

“No, Daddy.” you replied as you placed a kiss on his thigh, and another on his swollen dick. You let out a long breath on it. He moaned out.

“I think you are, babygirl.” he moaned

“Hmmm?” you cooed innocently.

You reached for his elastic band and tugged downward, signaling him to help you take his underwear off. Now free from his fibrous undergarments, he sat up and took your face into his hands, kissing you deeply before pushing your head down on his twitching cock. His member tickled the back of your throat as groaned.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good baby.” he grabbed a fist full of your hair.

You curled your lips around his tip and swiped your tongue across his frenulum, causing him to let out a loud groan. You felt your core moisten at the sound of him gaining pleasure from just your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down on him as he clenched his teeth. You looked up at him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Keep looking at me. Yeah, just like that, kitten.”

You maintained eye contact with him. He furrowed his brows and bit hard on his lip. You gripped the base of his shaft and jerked him while sucking on his tip.

“You like this, Daddy? You like when I suck on your big ha-”

“Get over here.” he said as he grabbed you by your shoulders and threw you face down on the bed.

This is what you needed. To be fucked hard. You wanted him to fuck Taehyung out of your brain. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you forgot your own name.

He positioned you so that your ass was in the air and your face was down in the pillows. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt a familiar sting on your bottom. Another sting on your left ass cheek.  You arched your back further as you felt him position himself in front of your entrance.

He teased your hole, rubbing his length along your folds a few times before pushing it in slowly. He grunted.

“Uhnnnhh,” you moaned into the sheets as you felt the stretch.

“Fuck, Y/N. Your pretty little cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

Namjoon squeezed your ass before he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you down onto his cock. He placed his hand around your throat and squeezed firmly while biting you left earlobe. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. He took his other hand and stuck two fingers in your mouth while fucking your wet core from behind.

“You’re such a pretty little slut, aren’t you? Suck on my fingers for me, kitten.”

You did as you were told, and sucked his fingers. His grunts ringing in your ears, sending you that much closer to a climax. The seize on your throat getting tighter. He removed his fingers from your mouth and flipped you on your back. He spread your legs open roughly and looked at your body before grabbing your breasts. You whined slightly. Namjoon smirked and licked the palm of his hand and slapped your aching core. Your back arched in response. He took that moment to spread your legs as far as the could go, sliding back inside of you.

This was one of your favorite positions. The feeling of him on top of you, the eye contact, seeing his body, being able to see him plunge himself in and out of you, all of it. You loved the tingling feeling that it caused you to have.

He bent down and sucked on your neck. He knows how much that turns you on. It was one of your “spots”, as he liked to call it. He played with your nipples while pumping in and out of you slowly. You took tufts of his hair into you left fist while your other hand ran itself across his back.

“Faster, Daddy.” you whimpered while your legs wrapped around his lower half without you completely realizing it.

He sped up, per your request. You tugged his hair hard, causing his neck to jerk back, and his adam’s apple became much more visible. The sight alone caused you to moan sharply.

“I fucking love you, Daddy. You feel…you feel so good inside of me.” you grunted through clenched teeth.

“F-fuuuuuhhhhh, you’re going to make me cum talking like that, princess.”

“Harder, please. Oh fuck, yes!” you felt your nails digging into his back as he pounded your walls. You felt them clench around his length a little tighter with each thrust. “Yes, Daddy. Oh my God, I’m going to fucking cum all over your fucking cock. Uhhhhhhh! Just like that, keep going.”

“You like when I pound you don’t you? Daddy loves your tight little pretty pussy.” he was now drilling you. His speed caused the headboard to shake and the bed was now creaking.

You felt your stomach convulse and tighten as your back arched deep. You screamed his name as you came. The sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you rang in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“I’m almost there, baby,” he moaned. “Where should I cum?”

“Inside, deep inside. I want you to fill me up to the brim. Can you fill my pussy up, Daddy?”

He pumped harder, causing your legs to tremble. He rose up from you slightly so he could see himself fucking your hole. He pushed deep inside with long strokes as he got closer to cumming. He rubbed your clit in circles while he fucked you even harder. Your hips bucked and swiveled as you felt your walls clench tighter.

“Fuck, princess, I’m cumming.” he grunted.

“Hurry… I-I-I’m not… I’m not sure I can, I’m not sure I can’t-take it much l-l-longer.” you stammered. It’d been awhile since you were fucked to the point of struggling to complete your sentences.

His strokes got faster again, and you began stuttering nonsensical sounds.

“I’m cumming, babe! Fuuuuuuckkkk!” he muttered through clenched teeth. You felt his dick twitch inside before you felt the warmth of his seed spill inside of you. You were still a stuttering moaning mess as you felt him pump one last time deeply into you before pulling out.

“Fuck, Y/N. We haven’t fucked like that in a while.” He said breathily.

You couldn’t even think about speaking yet. You had to collect yourself, and let your body calm down. You were still shaking and twitching. It was arguably the best sex you’ve ever had. Your heart was beating in your ears. Lying there with your eyes shut closed and your hand on your stomach, you shifted your position to lie on your side. The cool air hit your back, and you realized how much you were sweating. You opened your eyes finally and rested your head on your hand to see a panting Namjoon lying next to you.

You may have to call off work in the morning, and that thought alone amused you.

“Yes, Mr. Park? I’m afraid I won’t be able to come into work today due to the fact that my boyfriend, Namjoon, fucked my brains out at 2 AM. Yeah, my pussy and legs are just way too sore. Sorry for the inconvenience that he and I may have caused you.” You chuckled at the thought of really saying that to your boss. He was a very light-hearted and uplifting spirit to be around and had a sort of innocence about him. He seemed like the type to blush at the certain words. You could already see the embarrassment form in his face if you would ever dare to say something like that to him.

You looked at your boyfriend. He was still breathing a bit heavily. His bright blonde hair sticking to his forehead, and his skin moistened. He was beautiful. Handsome at all times, especially after mind-blowing sex. You were attracted to him beyond belief. He looked over at you.

“Why are you staring, baby?” he teased. “See somethin’ you like?”

You playfully punched his shoulder.

“Yeah. I see my lovely boyfriend.” you pecked his cheek, “Thank you for that.”

“No, thank you!” he said as he rose up, and headed to the bathroom.

You heard the faucet being turned and the sound of water being released as you laid on your back once more and stared at the ceiling. You smiled to yourself wondering how you got so lucky to be in bed with such a wonderful man. Was this really your life? Did you really just get fucked so hard that you couldn’t speak? Was this king sized bed really yours to share with Namjoon? Did you really deserve all of this? The nice car, the stable job, the nice and spacious apartment? Was this really what you deserved? Especially considering who you used to be and all the bad things you’ve done? Your eyelids began to feel heavier, but you didn’t want to fall asleep until you felt his arms around your body, holding you. Namjoon could make you feel a lot of things. Angry, annoyed, jealous, loved, appreciated, special, etc., but above all of that, be made you feel safe, and that’s not something you thought you could ever feel.

You decided to keep yourself a bit occupied so that you wouldn’t fall asleep just yet.

Glancing over at your phone charging on the nightstand, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to play a few games of Fun Run while you waited for Namjoon to get out of the shower. You pressed the power button, but it didn’t come on. Unplugging it from the charger, you held the power button down and watched eagerly as the screen lit up. A few seconds of start-up occurred before you were able to use your device. You unlocked your phone to navigate your home screen, 39 unread messages and 18 missed calls caught your attention. “The fuck?”, you muttered to yourself. Your brows furrowed as you inched the screen closer to your face. A number you hadn’t recognized had been texting and calling you since 2 AM, but only 10 of those messages were from that number. You received a few missed messages from your best friend, a few from your mobile carrier letting you know your next payment is due Wednesday, and more from people you’d been leaving on delivered for days. It’s not that you minded talking to them, it’s just that you were not really a texting type of person.

There was another one that you received from Namjoon, letting you know that he would be home soon.

You glanced at the upper right corner of the screen. The time read 4:21 AM. You came to the realization that you hadn’t been asleep since you got home at 6, and you had work at 10 AM on Saturdays. You definitely were going to call in today. Not just because you already knew you’d be sore, but because Namjoon was off, and you wanted to spend more time with him. That was the one thing the two of you had been missing lately. You both were getting busier and busier. He usually got off around 1 AM, sometimes as late as 3 AM, and you’d be fast asleep, catching Z’s when he came home. Normally, he would turn on Netflix and fall asleep next to you after eating, before you had to get up for work. When you came back home, he would be on his way to the office. You were growing sick of constantly kissing him hi, and then goodbye at the same time.

You ran your fingers across your forehead and scratched slightly. You deleted the notifications of the missed calls, but decided to read the messages.

You have 10 new messages.

Unsaved Number (10):

Hey, Y/N. Just seeing if ur up. Idk, it’d be great if we can talk… [2:23 AM]

If u don’t want to talk you can let me know that. You don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. I’m not like how I was before. I am a changed man XD [2:24 AM]

I know that I’m probably the last person u wanna talk to, but I just want to get some closure. For the both of us. Well I mean if u still need it, that is. Ik that I do. [2:30 AM]

Well ur prolly asleep rn. I called bout 3 times …  But I guess I can call back later.

Y/N? [3:12 AM]

Y/N, it’s kinda important. [3:12 AM]

Can u pls call me back? I really need to talk to you. [3:14 AM]

Y/N, I called u like 13 times. Can you please wake up?? Please. [3:15 AM]

Ik that its late night rn, but pls, I need you. [3:32 AM]

I guess I’m going to just keep calling u til u answer the phone :( [3:39 AM]

Y/N, please. Idk what else to do. When you get this, pls respond. I’m in a better place than I was b4. I’m sorry for acting all crazy on u earlier. I just really need to talk to u about a lot of stuff. [4:09 AM]

Just as you were finishing catching up on the messages, the interface you were looking at changed into the call screen. The number was calling you again. Should you answer it? You weren’t even entirely sure who it was, but you had a pretty good idea. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you tapped answer before pressing the device to your ear. You stared at the ceiling as you felt your chest pang like it did before. The voice on the other end was shaky.

“He-Hello? Y/N?” a deep voice stammered. You recognized that voice. You didn’t think that he would actually call you. You left your number on the napkin in the diner months ago. Why is he calling now? And better yet, why was he still on your mind after months?

“Yes?” you questioned knowingly.

“Thank God! I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. I’m so so so so sorry for blowing your shit up like that, but it’s important.”

“Who… who is this?” you asked. You knew very well who it was, but you wanted to make sure.

“Really? You don’t recognize my voice?” he sounded hurt. You weren’t used to him showing emotion at all. What did he want? Why was he contacting you now? You gripped a fistful of sheets and clenched your teeth. You weren’t sure why you were feeling this anger.

“What do you want?” you spat out. You didn’t intend for your voice to  sound so stern, but it was hard not to sound cold when you were talking through your teeth. You realized your tone and unclenched your jaw.

“Can’t really discuss this over the phone…”, he took a pause before he gulped. Was he nervous? “C-Can you meet me somewhere? Like right now?” he asked.

“Uh. I need a lot more information before I leave anywhere to meet you.”

“Please… I really…”, he sighed, “I just really need you right now. I… I don’t know what else to do.” his voice sounded shaky, like he was holding back tears. Your thoughts were confirmed when you heard light sniffles.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Kim Taehyung, Mr. No-Emotion, was here, calling you at 4 AM showing emotion.

“Tae? Are you… are you crying?”

He grunted and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, yeah I am.” he chuckled lightly.

“What’s going on with you? The last time you asked me to meet was like 6, 7 months ago, and you said you wanted to ‘catch up’. How do you catch up after breaking someone like that? I thought I couldn’t be broken anymore than I already was after you left, but what else could I expect? You’re Kim fucking Taehyung. Of course you would break me even more. Seeing your damn face for the first time in almost two years almost caused me to have a panic attack. I was just reminded of all that you did to me. And even during the last time we met, you didn’t even apologize. You were somehow even colder than before.” you snapped.

There was a tension. You could feel yourself breathing hard. Taehyung was just silent. He took a deep breath and spoke.

“You’re absolutely right. I was a shitty person. And I don’t even know why you left your number on that napkin that night. I obviously didn’t deserve your time. And I damn sure didn’t deserve to you.” he took a pause. “Y/N, there was a lot going on at that point. I didn’t mean to be rude to you, or to seem cold. It’s just, I realized that it wasn’t safe where we were. He was watching me! I had to act colder. He wanted to see if I still cared about you. I had to hide it. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of the shit I got caught up in.”

Your eyes widened.

“The fuck are you talking about, Taehyung? Who was watching?”

“It doesn’t matter now, I killed him.”

Your blood felt like ice rushing through your veins. Your breath drew sharply.

“…T-T-..Tae-” you weakly stammered.

“Y/N, I know, I know. I did what had to be done. I don’t want you to think…I don’t want- FUCK!” You could hear his voice starting to shake again. “I….fuck, Y/N. I don’t want you to think that I’m just some…some ruthless killer. That’s not me. He was going to… he was going to hurt you. I tried to get out, I really did. But he didn’t give me an easy way out. He told me to meet you to prove I didn’t care about you, to prove that you weren’t the reason I wasn’t losing focus.”

The words he told you didn’t make sense. They sounded like gibberish. All you could process was the fact that he’d just told you that he had killed someone.

“Y/N? A-are you still there?”

“Y..yes.”

“I just. I’m so sorry. I was losing focus because of you. I wasn’t making deals. I was losing count of the money. I was fucking his business up. And he knew it was because of you. He knew that it was because you were the only thing I could think about. He knew that it was because I couldn’t fucking forgive myself for leaving you how I did. I was scared, and instead of thinking about you, I thought only about myself. I can’t ever stop thinking about that night.”

“Are you talking….are you talking about the alley?”

“Yes.”

You felt your chest start to burn. Tears welled in your eyes. Why should you believe anything that he’s telling you right now? What has he ever done to make you believe him anyway?

“You killed someone? When? Why? How!?” you had so many questions

“Y/N, it’s really not anything I can tell you in proper detail over the phone. I need to meet with you. Forreal this time.”

“I-I don’t know. I think you should probably just leave me alone.”

“Y/N, please. Just give me an hour to explain everything.”

“Tae, I don’t think you understand. I’m happy now. I’m living with Namjoon, we’ve got plans of marriage. We’ve got plans of a child. Plans of a stable future. I’m doing really well now. I’ve finally gotten my life figured out. And here you come, trying to ruin it all.” you said as you felt the warm tears fall freely from your eyes.

“You’re getting married?” he asked shakily.

“Sooner or later. We’ve not really hammered out all the details, but he and I have been together almost two years now.” you didn’t know why Namjoon was any of TaeHyung’s business. You maybe wanted to boast a little, to hurt him for hurting you.

“Well, I’m happy for you, Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. There was a few seconds of awkward silence that seemed to last hours.

“Thanks, Tae.” you said sadly.

Why did that make you sad? Why did it feel like a piece of you had just died. Maybe you were finally cutting Taehyung out of your life for good. Maybe this was a good thing. If it was, why did it feel so strange to do? Why was it so eerily painful?

“No, really, Y/N. I’m so fucking happy for you. Honestly.”

“Tae, please.”

“No, Y/N. You deserve it. I do ruin your life. You don’t owe me anything. You don’t even owe me a chance to explain anything. I’m sorry for bothering you. I really am. Goodnight.”

“Tae wai-” you were cut off by the line clicking.

You stared at your screen. Part of you wanted to call back. Your thumb hovered over the re-dial button for a split second before you heard Namjoon cut the faucet off. You powered your device down quickly and sighed deeply. You wiped your tear-stained face off, and walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. You pulled out a pair of Namjoon’s boxers and slipped them over your bottom half. You pulled open the second drawer below the first one and got one of his t-shirts to put on. Closing both drawers, you sighed.

You felt just as bad as you did when TaeHyung left you in that alley. You didn’t want to think about it.

Namjoon entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half. And another drying his hair.

“You’re not going to hop in?” he asked.

You shook your head and sighed.

“Way too tired. Time for sleep.”

“I love when you just speak in fragments when you’re tired. It’s so cute.” he chuckled as he walked over to the dresser to get suited in the same outfit as you.

You waved him off and practically crawled over to your bed and got under the silk sheets.

“Wait a minute… I’m missing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.” He said as he looked in the drawers.

You began to giggle.

“Sorry, baby.” you said, “hurry, and get in bed with meeeee!” you whined.

“Alright, alright. Hang on a moment.” he said as he hurriedly threw on his clothes.

He crawled into the bed on the opposite side in order to be the big spoon. His arm wrapped around your waist. You could feel his chest being pressed against your back and his chin resting against your head. This is where you felt most safe. Your legs intertwined with his. He kissed your left ear lobe.

“Goodnight, Jagiya.” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Joon.” you whispered back before locking your hand in his and kissing it.

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Part II

[nctfiction]

accidental pt. 3;

final part of accidental! 

part 1~  part 2~

characters: namjoon x you word count: 716 rating: e

Standing on the corner, you waited for him to come.

It was Saturday, and you had arrived at exactly 10 o'clock sharp. You had been up much longer before that, going over your outfit and makeup a hundred times. You had opted to go for a more innocent look, your first encounter with Namjoon still burning in the back of your head.

The wind whipped around you, unusually chilly for a summer day. Wrapping your light sweater tighter, you stood just outside Java, head moving left and right, looking for any sign of him.

It was now 10:15. You didn't really expect him to have come early. You had both decided to meet up at around 10, yet you couldn't help but get there as soon as you could. Tired of standing, you walked into the cafe, sitting down on one of the high chairs lined by the window. Watching the people pass outside, you didn't even notice when he walked in.

He looked around him, before spotting you. A small smile crept up on his face, as he saw you sitting huddled on your phone. Moving to sit next to you, he tapped the counter lightly in front of you, announcing his presence.

Head jerking at the sudden noise, a smile quickly broke out on your face. He was dressed in jeans and a simple sweatshirt. His hair seemed shorter and darker, but then again, you hadn't got too good of a look of him last time. He sat with his elbow on the counter, his head leaning comfortably against his arm. He asked how you'd been, and apologized about running late.

Shaking your head, you laughed quietly, waving away his worries. You both seemed to be in your world, the air surrounding you buzzing with warmth and electricity. Checking the clock on the wall, you stood, remembering you hadn't had breakfast yet. Walking to the counter, Namjoon followed you. After having ordered and gotten your breakfasts, you both went back to the window. Eating together, you could barely believe that the only other interaction you two had had before was sex.

Blushing at the sudden memory, you looked to Namjoon. He had made no suggestive comments and had been nothing but sweet. Averting your eyes when he looked back at you, you caught the smirk on his lips. What, do I have something on my face?

Shaking your head quickly in response, his chuckle at your actions made you blush only harder. Leaning closer to your face, he continued to tease you. No, then what is it? Do you like what you see?

His voice was only a whisper now, he was dangerously close. His breath was hot against your ear, his flirting only continuing. Pulling back, he sat straight in his seat again.

"Look, I don't want you to think I'm that kind of guy." Voice suddenly serious, he looked you in the eye.  

"I'm not going to beat around the bush either - I enjoyed that night. But I know you're more than that. I really loved today, and was wondering if you'd want to meet up again another day like this." His cheeks were tinged slightly pink, but his voice was confident and steady.

"Of course, I really enjoyed today too. When are you free next?" You were done being shy, you really loved Namjoon's company and wanted to spend more time getting to know him.

"That's hard to say..." His scratched the back of his neck, unsure. He described his busy schedule, and in the midst of talking, his phone rang. Answering it quickly, he spoke briefly before nodding his head, hanging up.

"I'm really sorry, but I have some work that just cam-"

It's okay. You cut him off, saddened that your time had been cut short. He apologized profusely, before running out quickly. You watched him cross the street, before hailing a cab, disappearing from your view. You sat staring out the window, thinking of where this would all go. You weren't sure if you were just ready for a new relationship, but whatever this was, you wanted it to continue. And you wanted to get to know Namjoon, and you wanted him to know you.  

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