I've noticed that the likes on fanfic lists featuring Namjoon have been increasing, so I wanted to make a few things clear: firstly, he's in a committed relationship (with me), secondly: I even have a new list ready with some fanfics, but you guys urgently need to start writing with him, seriously đ He's getting more handsome, intelligent, hot, kind, and mature every dayâŠ
Three's Company (Husband!Namjoon x Reader x Jung Kook) [NSFW]
Summary: Your marriage to your wealthy husband is kept exciting by opening your bedroom up to guests. Tonight is one of those nights, where your husband wants to play.
Characters: Namjoon, Reader, Jung Kook
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content (oral sex, missionary sex, threesomes, m/m, f/m) explicit language. (Adults only)
Masterlist
The city lights of Seoul blurred through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the exclusive rooftop bar where Namjoon and Y/N were celebrating another successful business deal. The expensive whiskey burned pleasantly as it slid down Y/N's throat, matching the heat building between them all evening. Namjoon's hand rested possessively on her thigh as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.
"I've been thinking about tonight," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to see you with a new toy."
Y/N turned to face him, a slow smile spreading across her lips. Their marriage was built on trust, communication, and shared pleasures. They were wealthy, well-traveled, and unapologetically adventurous in their desires. Their âplay timeâ as they called it only had one rule - it must be agreed upon by both, and it must be shared.Â
"Is that so?" she replied, her fingers tracing the outline of his sharp jaw. "And what kind of toy did you have in mind?"
Namjoon's eyes darkened with desire. "Something new. Someone who can appreciate what you have to offer." He gestured subtly with his chin toward a man leaning against the bar on the far side of the room. "What about him?"
Y/N followed his gaze and found herself looking at a man with dark hair swept back from his forehead, intense dark eyes that seemed to see everything, and intricate tattoos peeking from the collar of his silk shirt. There was an edge to him that intrigued her immediately.
"He's attractive," she admitted, feeling a familiar flutter of excitement. "Very attractive."
"Then go get him," Namjoon urged, his hand sliding higher up her thigh. âIâll be right here.âÂ
Y/N took another sip of whiskey before standing, smoothing her red dress over her hips. She could feel Namjoon's eyes on her as she crossed the room, the sway of her hips deliberate and inviting. The tattooed man watched her approach, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Can I buy you a drink?" she asked when she reached him, taking her place at the bar beside him.
"I think I should be buying you one," he replied, his voice deeper than she expected. "But I'll accept it if it means you'll stay with me."
They made small talk for a few minutes, the chemistry between them undeniable. Finally, Y/N decided to cut to the chase.
"My husband and I have a proposition for you," she said, her voice low but clear. "We're looking for someone to join us tonight. No strings, just pleasure."
The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes flicking toward Namjoon across the room. "Your husband knows you're here making this offer?"
Y/N replied with a smile. "That's him over there." She pointed subtly to where Namjoon sat, watching them intently. âHeâs the one who suggested you actually, umâŠâÂ
The man considered this for a moment before answering, "Jung Kook. And yes, I'm very interested."
"Y/N," she replied. "Excellent. We have a car waiting."
As they approached the table, Jung Kook following close behind her, Namjoon stood, his eyes appraising their new companion with approval. The three of them made their way to the private elevator that would take them down to where their driver waited.
The ride in the back of their luxury black sedan was charged with anticipation. Y/N didn't waste time, turning immediately to Jung Kook and capturing his lips with hers. His mouth was hungry and demanding, his tattooed hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. She shifted, straddling his lap as Namjoon watched from his seat next to them, his erection already visible through his tailored trousers.
Y/N's hand slid down Jung Kook's chest, fingers tracing the hard muscles beneath his shirt before moving lower. She felt his length through his pantsâsubstantial and already hardening. She looked over at Namjoon, maintaining eye contact as she explored Jung Kook's size. Her gaze was wide and sparkling. Namjoon knew that lookâthe slight widening of his eyes, the way his breath hitched. He knew what she'd just discovered: her toy for the night was well-endowed.
âYouâre a lucky man.â Jung Kook chuckled, placing love bites to her neck.Â
Namjoon's excitement was palpable. He loved watching her with men who could satisfy her completely, who could make her scream with pleasure. It was a turn-on for both of them.
As Y/N continued to kiss Jung Kook, his hands roaming freely over her breasts, Namjoon leaned forward. His hand disappeared under her skirt, his fingers finding the damp fabric of her panties. Y/N moaned against Jung Kook's mouth as Namjoon began to stroke her through the silk, his touch firm and familiar.
âDaddyâŠâ She whimpered. Â
âHoly fuck.â Jung Kook breathed, making Namjoon smirk. The younger man had no idea.Â
Their driver remained focused on the road, professional to a fault, ignoring the sounds of pleasure and the shifting bodies behind him. He was well-compensated for his discretion.
The drive to their penthouse was a blur of hands and mouths, of whispered promises and heated touches. By the time they pulled into the underground parking garage of their exclusive high-rise, all three of them were more than ready for what the night would bring.
As the car stopped, Namjoon adjusted himself before opening his door.Â
"Shall we continue this inside?" he suggested, his voice thick with desire.
Y/N pulled away from Jung Kook reluctantly, her lips swollen from his kisses. "Absolutely," she replied.
The private elevator opened directly into their penthouse, the Seoul skyline twinkling beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The three of them stepped inside, the air already charged with anticipation as Namjoon led them toward the master bedroom. Jung Kookâs hand was in Y/Nâs, unwilling to let her go.Â
Once inside, Y/N didn't hesitate. With practiced grace, she slipped out of her silk dress, letting it pool at her feet. She moved to the king-sized bed, its crisp white sheets a perfect contrast against her skin. Jung Kook watched the woman in front of him in awe, standing at the end of the bed. Positioning herself in the center, she slowly parted her legs, giving both men an unobstructed view of what awaited them.
As Jung Kook watched, mesmerized, Y/N's hands began to explore her own body. Her fingers traced delicate patterns across her stomach before moving lower, disappearing between her thighs. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she found her sensitive spots, her movements becoming more deliberate.
Namjoon moved behind Jung Kook, his chest nearly pressed against the other man's back. Leaning in, he reached around, his hand slipping into Jung Kook's trousers to find him already hard and ready.
"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Namjoon whispered, his voice low and husky against Jung Kook's ear. "Watch how she pleasures herself. Imagine how she'll feel when it's your touch instead of her own." His hand began to move, stroking Jung Kook slowly, deliberately. "My wife has exquisite taste, and she's chosen well tonight. This cock of yours is going to fill her up well."
Jung Kook's breath hitched as Namjoon's thumb circled his tip, spreading the bead of moisture there. "She's... incredible," he managed to say, his eyes fixed on Y/N's fingers working between her legs.
"Mhm," Namjoon continued, his strokes becoming more firm. "And she loves being watched almost as much as she loves being touched. See how wet she's getting? That's all for you, Jung Kook. She wants your tongue, your fingers, your cock inside her."
Y/N's eyes met theirs from the bed, a knowing smile on her lips as she continued her self-pleasure. She whined in playful impatience.Â
"Patience, my love," Namjoon replied, his hand still working Jung Kook's length. "I'm just making sure our toy understands what's expected of him." He leaned closer to Jung Kook's ear. "She can be demanding, can't she? But the rewards are worth it. The way she comes... it's like nothing you've ever experienced."
Jung Kook's hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting into Namjoon's grip. "Please," he breathed, "I need to fuck her."
"Not yet," Namjoon commanded, his grip tightening. "First, youâre going to strip. Then, you're going to bury your face between her thighs and make her dripping wet with your tongue. You're not allowed to stop until her legs are shaking. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Jung Kook said, his voice strained with desire. "I understand."
Quickly shedding his clothes, Jung Kook moved to the bed. Positioning himself between Y/N's legs, he lowered his head, his tongue finding her wetness. He lost himself in the act, his mouth working her with an intensity that surprised even himself. He felt her fingers thread through his hair, gripping and pulling as her moans filled the room.
âOh f-fuckâŠâ She stuttered.Â
The sounds suddenly became muffled, and Jung Kook glanced up briefly. What he saw made his erection throbâY/N had taken Namjoon into her mouth, her lips wrapped around his length as Namjoon knelt before her.
"That's it, baby," Namjoon groaned, his hips moving slightly. "Take it, just like that. Show him how well you suck your husbandâs cock." He looked down at Y/N, his eyes dark with desire. "Do you like his tongue on you? Is he making you feel good?"
Y/N moaned around Namjoon's length in response, her free hand reaching up to cup his balls.
"Tell me," Namjoon demanded, his voice thick with pleasure. "Tell me how he feels."
Y/N pulled back slightly, just enough to speak. "So good," she gasped. "His tongue... fuck, Namjoon, he knows what he's doing."
"Good," Namjoon said, guiding himself back to her lips. "Then show him how much you appreciate it. Suck me harder."
Jung Kook redoubled his efforts, his tongue circling and probing until he felt Y/N's body tense. Her thighs tightened around his head, and with a cry that was partially muffled by Namjoon's cock still in her mouth, she came against his face. The vibrations of her moan around Namjoon's length made the other man groan, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
"Fuck, yes," Namjoon gasped, his fingers tightening in Y/N's hair. "Just like that. Take all of me, baby."
As Y/N's orgasm subsided, she released Namjoon from her mouth, her lips swollen and glistening in the soft light of the penthouse. Jung Kook lifted his head, his eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been satisfied yet.
"Inside me," Y/N breathed, reaching for him. "I want to feel you."
Jung Kook didn't need to be told twice. Positioning himself between her legs, he guided his cock to her entrance, pushing inside slowly. Y/N gasped as he filled her, her hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move, establishing a rhythm that had them both moaning in pleasure.
Namjoon stood back, watching as the two became lost in their own world. He observed the way Jung Kook's muscles tensed with each thrust, the way Y/N arched her back to meet him, the expressions of pure ecstasy on both their faces.
"Such a good boy," Y/N murmured, pulling Jung Kook down for a soft, slow kiss. "You're doing so well, making me feel so good." Her hands roamed his chest, fingers finding his nipples and teasing them to hardness. "So responsive, so eager to please."
Jung Kook's response was a deep groan against her lips, his hips moving faster, more urgently. That's when he felt itâNamjoon's calloused hands gently caressing his balls, massaging them in time with his thrusts.
"Look at these," Namjoon commented, his voice low and appreciative. "So full and heavy. Ready to cum, aren't you? So desperate for release."
The dual sensation was overwhelmingâY/N's wet heat surrounding him, Namjoon's skilled hands working his most sensitive areas. Then he felt something new, something unexpectedâNamjoon's tip pressing against his hole.
"Breathe," Y/N whispered, sensing his sudden tension. "Just feel it. Be a good boy for us."
Jung Kook kept himself buried inside Y/N as Namjoon slowly pushed forward, penetrating his ass. He'd never experienced this before, the sensation of being filled while filling someone else. It was overwhelming in the best way, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
A cry escaped his lips, half pleasure, half shock. Y/N felt it allâthe way his body tensed, the way his cock twitched inside her, the way his cry vibrated against her neck. It was enough to send her over the edge again, her walls clamping around him as another orgasm washed over her.
Namjoon was dominant and relentless, his thrusts powerful and precise. He was pounding Jung Kook into total submission, his voice a low growl against his ear. "That's it. Take it.âÂ
âFuck⊠Shit, fuckâŠâ Jung Kook let out. His breath was hot against Y/Nâs neck.Â
It was more pleasure than he had ever experienced - the wet hug of her pussy around his cock, the harsh pounding of Namjoon taking his ass. He couldnât stop moaning, creating noises that heâs never heard from his own lips. His pleasured sounds mixed with Y/Nâs. She could feel everything - every thrust of her husbandâs hips had Jung Kook penetrate her deeper. She could see Namjoon from over Jung Kookâs shoulder.Â
His tan skin was glistening with sweat, dark locks damp, his muscles working to fuck this man like a doll. But his eyes - those were on her. Looking into hers, glancing at her breasts, and completely filled with desire. Jung Kook may be between them physically, a play thing for their intimacy, but Namjoon was locked in on her.Â
âIâm gonna c-cumâŠâ Jung Kook announced, gripping the sheets by Y/Nâs head. âHoly fuckâŠâÂ
âDonât fight it.â Y/N said. âYouâre doing so well, baby. Cum inside.âÂ
The command was all Jung Kook needed. With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his release flooding Y/Nâs pussy. The pleasure was so intense he saw stars, his body trembling uncontrollably.
âSh-shit⊠Holy fucking shit⊠Oh, godâŠâ He stuttered out.Â
âYour ass is so fucking tight.â Namjoon growled, feeling Jung Kookâs hole tighten around him.Â
Namjoon wasn't far behind. With a few more powerful thrusts, he pulled out, stroking himself quickly before finishing on Jung Kook's ass, marking him as his own.
Y/N wrapped her arms around Jung Kook, holding him as his long orgasm subsided. "You did so well," she murmured, pressing soft kisses to his face. "So good for us. Taking my husband so perfectly."
The three of them collapsed onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and sweat and satisfaction. The Seoul skyline glittered beyond the windows, silent witness to their shared pleasure.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader / You, slight Namjoon x Reader / You, Jungkook
Genre: Fluff, Angst -- back and forth timeline, breakup, Namjoon & Jungkook are muscle bros, cute Jungkook for help
Summary: Small misunderstanding leads you to big mistake. You never thought it will make you lose him. Heâs gone without a goodbye. Itâs a bad bye.
Playlist suggestion: RM ft eAeon - Badbye, RM - Trivia: Love, Heize ft Giri Boy (Prod SUGA) - We Donât Talk Together, Pink Sweat$ - At My Worst
Note: I want to try something different but Iâm not sure if this is a success or failure. Lol. I put small amount of angst in here, hmm maybe a little too much compare to my other writings. But yeah, Iâm trying new things. And happy birthday Yoongi! What Yoongi wants what Yoongi gets!
You sigh. You stand in front of your wardrobe. Thereâs visible contrast between your clothes and his. You can feel the pain on your chest. For the love you let go, you live like in hell for a month. You have no reason to live right after he walks out of your life. No calls, no messages, no news from him. You hate him. But then, you worry something might happen to him more. You grab the sleeve of his long coat.
âWhereâd you go?â
[January]
 âStayâ Yoongi whispers with his eyes closed.
âWe have to get readyâ
âTen minutes. Just stay like this for ten minutesâ
You grant his wish and stay on the bed with him. You lie patiently on your back. He sleeps while facing you, hugging you on the waist.
âWhen we arrive at your home, I will barely hold you for the next two daysâ
You caress his face and he leans to you.
âThey know we live together, maybe this time they will let you sleep with me instead of staying in guest roomâ
âNah, your father wonât let meâ
âBut he likes youâ
Yoongi opens his eyes. His sleepiness is gone and leaves him with laziness.
âIt doesnât mean he wants a man to sleep with his daughter under his noseâ
You laugh after hearing Yoongiâs comment. He always has something to say and it hits home. Your father indeed likes Yoongi. They can talk for hours while your mom and you are preparing food. But sleeping together or showing skinship are whole different things for him.
âDid he say something to you?â
âHmmâŠâ
Yoongi pretends to think. You know thereâs something between the two men after your last visit. Both of them seem to want it staying as secret. He supports his head with his right hand and looks at me with serious face.
âYou donât have to knowâ
âUgh. Did you guys plan something fishy?â
Yoongiâs face comes closer to you. Being together for a year doesnât make you less affected by him and his aura. Even he looks so casual and cute after waking up, your heart canât help but to beats faster.
âYes. We plan something fishy like fishing on the sea next month without youâ he whispers while teasing you.
âNo way, Dad wonât leave me behindâ you whisper back to him.
âYes wayâ he says before kissing you.
 It starts slow and steady. The ten minutes requested by Yoongi has passed but you donât really care. You have enough time to get ready before 1 night and 2 days trip for Lunar New Year to your parentsâ home. His fingers touch your skin softly under your t-shirt.
âYoongsâ
Yoongi stops kissing you and puts smirk on his face.
âWe should stop, right? We canât let your parents waitingâ he says before kissing your forehead and gets up. You can hear his laugh when he walks away.
âMin Yoongi!â
  You stay on your bed, looking at the ceiling. Somehow, you feel more tired after waking up. You may expertise in taking a deep breath now. It helps you holding in your tears. Your phone ringing shatters your scrambling thoughts. You donât want to let your hope up but deep inside, you pray youâll hear something from him in every single call or text anyone made to you.
 âHey, youâre awake?â
âHmm. Any good news?â
You hear nothing for two seconds before he answers. You know he carefully picks his words.
âIâm sorry but I have nothing for that. But Mom tells you to come today. Dad just bought a fresh tuna this morning, randomly. So, weâll have sushi partyâ
âJoon, I-â
âThis is a compulsory, no refusal is accepted. Iâll come at ten so get yourself a good bath and breakfastâ
âOkay, thanks Joonâ
âItâs nothing. See youâ
Youâre not moving from your previous position for another 5 minutes before getting ready. You look at your pictures with Yoongi, smiling widely to each other.
âI miss youâ
 On the other side, Namjoon exhale a deep breath. He massages his temple. Honestly, it pains him to see you like this. You look soulless and pale, your smile never reaches your eyes. He keeps you on his watch because heâs worry, because no Yoongi is around for you. He sips on his morning coffee and open the message app. Thereâs one particular message that he keeps coming back to.
 N: Do you love her?
Y: I do. You know I love her more than anything, even my own life
N: Then stop torturing her
N: If you canât make her happy, I will.
 *
 Namjoon smiles when he sees you. He hugs you when you arrive at his car. Heâs the one who knows the whole story between Yoongi and you.
âCome on, the tuna is waitingâ he says, making you smile.
 You and Namjoon are friends for the last 3 years. Joining the book club at the city library might be the best decision you made that year because you met Joon there. You were amazed at his choice on books and the thoughts after reading it. You always know he is the smartest man youâve met. He surprises you more when he said he also makes music and writes his own lyrics. Thereâs no such thing as a perfect man in real life, itâs only happened in drama. But then Namjoon exists to prove you wrong.
 You spent more time with Joon outside the book club. He treated you so well like the gentleman he was. After knowing each other for a year, he often took you to his studio. Just when you thought you have a crush on him, you met Yoongi. Joon were working on collaboration projects with two talented artists, Hoseok and Yoongi. You saw it somewhere in the online community website that the infamous three rappers would do a collaboration series by spoiler from RM. It was definitely huge thing and everyone was waiting with high expectation. As you figured that Joon was RM, you notice that Hoseok was J-Hope and Yoongi was SUGA. After that, you often met them at Joonâs studio and got closer.
 âSo, Mom and Dad are trying to be Japanese sushi chefs right now, with Jungkook as their assistant. Basically, they trust Jungkook and his youtubeâs manualâ
You laugh with him. You can imagine the situation of his parentâs house right now.
âHeâll be saying âyou can trust me on thisâ while watching how to slice tuna belly on youtubeâ
âThatâs exactly what happenedâ
You feel thankful to Namjoon. Heâs not giving you the pity looks that youâve got from others. Heâs the first person you ask when Yoongi went missing. But Yoongi is not in Joonâs studio or home. You also come to Hoseokâs place but heâs just as clueless as you.
 *
 âWelcome! Welcome!â shouts Jungkook when you step inside the house. You canât help but laugh at him. Mr. & Mrs. Kim come out from the kitchen and strike a pose with Jungkook. They wear similar scarf on their head and black apron on their waist. You clap your hand excitedly and make them feel proud.
âLetâs move to the dining table before Jungkook eats them all. He keeps making excuses that the cutting line is not good enough before dump them to his mouthâ
âMom, I want to give Y/N noona the best sushi onlyâ
âDo you believe that?â asks Joon to you.
âI highly doubt itâ
Your answer makes Jungkook looks at you with his large doe eyes. Before he can protest, Mr. Kim rushes us to go and get ready to eat.
 Y/N noona is fine. Looks tired but still fine. Hope youâre here with us.
Message sent
  [D-30]
 You sit lazily on his sofa, seeing he works hard through his back. You can hear him humming to his new song. You smile to yourself, enjoying this Yoongi. When you come to his studio, he always let you to hang around. He will ask your opinion to the music he made, but itâs never love songs. You, once, asked him why he never let you hear any of his love songs. You remember he smiled.
âRemember when I accidentally stand behind you when you write? What did you do then?â
âI tell you to not look because itâs not finished yet and⊠Iâm too shy to let you, the source of my idea watching me workâ
âThat works the same with my love songs. I canât present it to you unfinishedâ
He is working on his mixtape which will be released a month from now. He wants it to be perfect so he does it very carefully.
 âBabeâ
âHm?â
âArenât you hungry?â
âJust order the food and eat here, okay? Iâll be finished soonâ he says. But he has been saying the same thing for an hour and half now.
âOkay, but youâll have to eat with meâ
âI canât, baby. Iâll eat laterâ
You stand and walk to him. He has no intention to get rest even for a minute. You know this is very important for him, but you donât like to see him having lack of sleep. You know heâs been skipping meals on most days but he wonât tell you that.
âStop skipping meals⊠at least when I am here, will you?â you say, almost whispering. You want him to do as you say but you donât want to argue with him. Not when he needs much time to focus.
His fingers stop working. He sighs and turns his attention to me. He looks tired.
âIâll try my best to eat and sleep between the breaks, okay?â
He tries to reassure you and you can only nod.
âI know Joon snitching to you, but heâs just exaggeratingâ
 Yoongi stands up and opens his arms for you. You settle yourself on his embrace. Heâs the one who sets you in worry, but heâs also the one who can put you at ease. Yoongi is your person. You never feel this way with other people including your exes. He is special.
âLetâs just go home, then eat and cuddle. I can always overtime start tomorrow anywayâ
You just give him your bright smile as approval and making him showing you his gummy smile. You always think you are perfect for each other.
  Sera waves her hand in front of you, pulling you back to the current time. The time with no Yoongi around you, the time that pains you much.
âEat more, okay?â
âI willâ
You take another spoon of rice and continue to eat. Your colleagues resume the conversation. You try to keep up with them and give responses.
âWill Namjoon pick you up again today?â ask Hyojoon.
âNo, heâs busy. Why, you miss him already?â tease you to her. She blushes and it looks cute to you.
âItâs not like thatâ defends her.
You and Sera laugh, satisfied with her reaction.
âItâs fine. Namjoon is attractive man, itâs very normal to put your interest in him. I can promote him to you all day long if you wantâ
âY/N~â
They know about Yoongi and they always try to help you in any way. Sometimes you can feel their pity but they try their best to hide it. You still feel grateful to have them.
âBut honestly Y/N, have you and Namjoon, you know, crush on each other?â asks Sera.
âI think I admire him a lot since early of our friendship. But I donât think we have that romantic feelingâ
âHmm you sure?â asks Hyojoon.
âWhy are you asking? You really like Namjoon, huh?â
âI⊠I find him very attractive but I always feel he looks at you differently soâŠâ
You only smile before responding to her.
âI have Yoongi, donât you remember?â
  [D-15]
 Two weeks flies so fast for Yoongi, but feels so long for you. You barely meet him while living under the same roof. He is back when you sleep. Sometimes, you both greet each other in the morning, on the way to work for you and sleep for Yoongi. Other times, you donât even talk. Yoongi often goes back to home looks annoyed. You can see his frustration and sour mood. He tells you to visit him less because he needs his full attention on his work. And now, heâs been sleeping on the studio for 3 days straight. You prepare his clothes and some snack so he can focus on working because you know how precious music for him. You want the best for him even though it may hurt you in the process.
 You are a meter away from his studioâs door when itâs suddenly opened. You see Suran going out.
âOh, Y/N!â Suran greets you cheerily, then hugs you.
âHow are you, onni?â you ask. Itâs been long time to see her after Yoongiâs first mixtape. You envy her for being great singer and work together with your boyfriend.
âIâm busy, but not as busy as your manâ
We both laugh as knowing how Yoongi is.
âAre you working for this mixtape too?â
She shakes his head, and then stands closer to me.
âYoongi is working another song for me, it will be on my album. But this is top secret soâŠâ
She pretends to zip her mouth and asks me to do the same. She, then, cups my face and look at me so dearly.
âYouâre so cute. Now, I wonât take your time, go lovey dovey with the lover boyâ
 You just laugh then wave at her. You punch the code of his studioâs door and come in.
âDo you leave something behind, noona?â ask Yoongi with bright tones. The tones that you havenât heard for days.
You just stand there with a backpack of Yoongiâs clothes and other bag full of snacks. You try processing the studioâs appearance. You spot his jacket on the chair next to him, blanket on the sofa, cans of beer on the table with lipstick stain on some. To mistaken you for another woman mean youâre not the only girl who knows his password. The password he used to keep as secret.
 As Iâm not answering his question, he looks back and finds me standing awkwardly.
âOh, you came? Iâm thinking of coming home early todayâ
You try to be calm and not to dwell on things that might be not happened.
âBaby, are you okay?â
You put both of your luggage down. The tears are pooling on your eyes, threatening to fall. You can see Yoongi walks to you and you unconsciously take one step back. He stops and be on alert.
âIâŠâ
Your voice wonât come out. The tears speak for you instead. Yoongi takes another step closer. You hold out your hand, telling him to stop. You really donât want to hurt him with your harsh words when you canât even think.
âI didnât do anything that would hurt you, please donât doubt meâ
You try to stop the tears and listen to him but youâre too hurt to do that.
âWe have to talk, Iâll answer all of your questions but you wonât listen to anything nowâ
Yoongi knows you very well. You both know youâre holding each other rage hidden to save this relationship. Fire and water. Yoongi is used to cool the hot-headed me down at most times. He puts my fire away when it becomes bigger and brings danger. But this time, it seems different. You can forgive anything but not cheating. You mention this to Yoongi on your early days together.
 You look at him in the eyes, tears keep streaming down your face. You can see worry on his face but his jaw tense as if heâs angry. Is it your fault? Arenât you allowed to be jealous?
âIâm goingâ you say walking back to the door.
âY/Nâ
His voice stops your hand from turning the doorâs handle. He sighs and speaks slowly.
âIâm not coming home tonight, or until you want to listen to my side of storyâ
You choose to leave him. You choose to not listen to him. The person who understands you the most, who loves you the most. You know youâll regret it once you clear your head but your ego is too big to realize. Youâre out of his studio without looking back.
You stare blankly at your window. The lights from the others buildings and houses feel so far today. You wonder, is Yoongi in one of them? Is he okay? Is he⊠happy? Single tear escapes your eye. You donât want to give up on him, you donât want to let him go. But if letting him away from you brings him happiness then you have no other options.
You sigh. Your phone buzz, a message from Jungkook comes.
Noona, hyung is coming back
(Heize Returns with âWe Donât Talk Togetherâ Produced by SUGA and Featuring Giri Boy)
You open the news link as fast as you can. You read the whole article in seconds.
âYouâre alive. Youâre okay. Thanks Godâ
Your emotion is coming out at once. The relief, happiness, sadness, rage, and other unidentified emotions are becoming one. Your mental canât bear all of them so youâre breaking down. Youâre crying hard. Itâs even harder than the day you fail university exam in your motherâs arms.
âWhy donât you say anything? At least read my messages. Iâm worried to death, Yoongiâ
You open the messages you sent to him. All of them are left unread, even until now. The world may not know what happened, but Yoongi has been missing from your world, from your life.
You keep crying until you tired and sleep on the sofa. You donât know that the number 1 on your message has gone. Yoongi read all of your message while you are sleeping.
Namjoonâs thumb hovers over the call button. He wants to check Y/Nâs condition after seeing the news. Heize is a big singer in the industry so itâs impossible to Y/N not knowing this. Part of him feels guilty for being greedy over her, but he just hate to see her being like this. He searches another name on his contact and dial the number.
âLetâs meetâ
âYeah, I have something to talk tooâ
âWhere do you want to meet, Yoongi?â
Jungkook slams the door open. He looks at her brother with rage. How can his brother pretend to not knowing anything about Yoongiâs whereabout to Y/N when he knows everything. As he lives together with his brother for a year now, he becomes close to his friends. He knows his brother treats Y/N differently but he never think of another reason than Y/N is the only woman on their group. Heâs sure his brother has another motive now. Is Namjoon crushing on Y/N? Is he the one who makes them separated? How can he stand seeing Y/N hurt like that? Jungkook keeps trying to contact Yoongiâs phone but it always fails.
âExplain to me, no excusesâ
âOkay, but you need to calm down and sitâ
Namjoon take a deep breath before explaining everything to his little brother. Jungkook respects him a lot as brother and musician, but he also see Yoongi as his mentor in music.
âY/N and Yoongi got into big fight two weeks before D-2 was released. Yoongi stressed about the album, thought fight wasnât really necessary. But Y/N thought Yoongi didnât care about her and choose to shut her out from his lifeâ
Jungkook listens intently, he doesnât want to miss anything.
âIt was just misunderstanding but it was critical for their relationship. Suran explained it to Y/N as she was the key of the fight but at that time Yoongi has gone missing.â
âBut I work in the same industry, I know heâs there. I get his new number from the company. He comes to see Y/N from a far sometimes. But I donât want to be involved further in their relationshipâ
âI loved Y/N, I did. I always tried to impress her, to make her laugh. But that was before she met Yoongi. The time I see twinkle in her eyes when she saw Yoongi, I knew the game is overâ
âIs it really over, hyung?â
âI thought it would. I promised myself to be her bestfriend wherever she needs me. But when Yoongi gone and seeing her world broke apart, I couldnât just sit and watch herâ
Jungkook remembers the last song his brother release 6 months ago. The love song named Trivia: Love. The project collaboration with Hoseok and Yoongi. He still loves her. The feeling doesnât stop in the past. Itâs growing without his brother knowing.
Iâm just human. You erode all my corners and make me into love.
Though the distance between I and U is long
F*** JKLMNOPQRST
I crossed all the letters and reached you
Look, mine and yours also sound the same
Though that doesnât make me you,
Iâd like to be a part of your book
Iâd like to get involved in your novel
as your lover
âWhy is my genius brother becoming an idiot?â ask Jungkook.
Namjoon just laughs. He thanks Jungkook in his head as heâs no longer mad. To be honest, Jungkook is his biggest supporter to keep doing music. If Jungkook turns his back to him, he thinks he canât go far.
âIâll talk to Yoongi. Iâll make sure he gives what Y/N deserve to getâ
*
Yoongi sits in the meeting room with Heize, Giri Boy and marketing team members. They monitor the public response after the collaboration articles are out. One screen shows the comments on news portal and the other shows view numbers and live comments on the music video. The feedback is super positive and it brings relief to the team. Yoongi feels proud to himself. Thereâs one particular person he wants to share this feeling right now. Someone important in his life that is even more important than the life itself.
âThe mixtape is getting the attention too, thatâs greatâ says the head of marketing team. Yoongi offers them his shy smile.
âExposure is indeed great, but I hope they like the musicâ
âIâm sure they will. This is Min SUGA PD weâre talking aboutâ says Heize that supported by others.
âIf this keeps going up, then we should really make another projectâ adds the manager.
âOkay. Letâs wrap it up now and schedule the team dinner on the next Fridayâ
The meeting is dismissed and Yoongi rushes to go to somewhere. He prepares himself for the worst but he wonât give up. He canât give up. He will hold her hand until the end. He will run after her. He wonât do the same mistake. He arrives at the park not far from his old studio. Namjoon is there, waiting for him. Namjoon is his bestfriend but he is also Y/Nâs. He will understand if Namjoon wants to beat him to death.
âJoonâ
âYoongsâ
âIâm sorry Iâm being a jerk this past month, but I⊠I canât let her go. I canât give her to youâ
âI knowâ
[D-Day]
You keep monitoring Yoongiâs agency updates for his mixtape. Today, the countdown is supposed to be D-2. Two days before you can finally meet Yoongi and talk about everthing. You know your close friends are aware that something happened between you and Yoongi but you think it will be okay soon. You sleep less, hoping to see him coming through the door. You endlessly open and close your phone, waiting for his text or call.
You get new notification, informing the newest mixtape is out now. Itâs quite a surprise but it means good news. You can meet Yoongi sooner than you expect. Out of happiness, you try to call him. This will be the first call after the fight, after two weeks.
âPlease answer the callâ
âThe number you are calling-â
You keep trying to call him but you keep connected to his mailbox. You send some messages but no response. You try, and then you wait. You keep doing it, but you canât reach him. You grab you purse and leave the home.
You stand in front of his studio. The bad memories come back at you. You push the pass code slowly, thinking Yoongi is inside. Thinking that you can finally meet him makes you nervous. The door is open and you rush yourself to go in. But no oneâs there. No Yoongi, not even his equipment. Heâs gone.
Yoongi arrives at the park not far from his old studio. Namjoon is there, waiting for him. Namjoon is his bestfriend but he is also Y/Nâs. He will understand if Namjoon wants to beat him to death.
âJoonâ
âYoongsâ
âIâm sorry Iâm being a jerk this past month, but I⊠I canât let her go. I canât give her to youâ
âI knowâ
âI really want to punch you when I see your text, but I donât want to start a game that I know Iâm going to lose. I shouldâve gone to the gym with you and Hoseok back thenâ
Namjoon shakes his head and smile.
âThe feeling is mutual. I stop myself from beating you up because I donât want her to hate me more than she hates youâ
They both laugh. They are brother after all.
âThank you for being there for her. Iâm ashamed to admit this but I donât deserve her. I see how sheâs not being herself and it pains meâ
âSheâs not giving up on youâ
âI know and thatâs why I want to come back with a better version of me. So I can tell people that I deserve her, I can give her happinessâ
âYou include me in that âpeopleâ category?â Namjoon asks.
âNumber 1 on the listâ Yoongi answers with laugh.
Both of them sit in the silence. Too many things come across their minds. This will be the closure for Namjoonâs unrequited love, while new beginning for Yoongi.
âJust donât do the same mistake, Yoongs. Iâll take her from you if this shit happens in the future and you, youâll be the one who canât see and hear anything from herâ
âI swear I wonât repeat the same mistake so you can go and fall in love with someone else, not mineâ
*
You open your eyes. The sun has risen so high to remind you another day has come. You thank God when realize that today is Saturday. You can avoid people from your workplace curiosity about your puffy eyes. You look at your phone screen. You really want to call him again but youâre afraid of the failure this time. You turn it on and open the lock. Almost every one you know sends you message but nothing from him. You have no energy to cry, so you just put it back and leave to the bathroom.
An hour later, you sit on your sofa again with you light lunch. You remember Namjoon always reminds you that whatever happens you have to stuff your mouth with food even when you donât want to. You donât aware that your phone continuously vibrates.
âJungkook?â
âNoona, youâre home?â
âYeah. Whats wrong? Are you⊠are you running?â you ask. Jungkook laugh and you hear his rush steps.
âNoona, meet me in front of your apartment. Hurry up! We donât have much timeâ
âHey, JK. If itâs one of your pranks I wonât fall for itâ
âNoooo. I donât do pranks again. Please believe me and come downâ
You really have no energy to do anything yet Jungkook asking you to go out. You grab the black cardigan and layer it on your white t-shirt. Itâs ends of June already but you always feel cold. Your wear glasses to hide your eyes. You bring your small bag and phone to meet Jungkook. If itâs nothing important, you swear you will give him a long speech. No more âIâll forgive you because youâre cuteâ again.
âWhy weâre here?â you ask Jungkook who focuses on menu book. He doesnât answer your question but calling the waiter. He orders 5 main dishes with 1 dessert.
âI want to try the dishes you recommend to meâ
âAll of them?â
âYes, I can eat them all in one sitting. Besides, I have you here, so I have no worry on my plateâ
âIâve had my lunchâ you say. Jungkook rises an eyebrow.
âAre you considering cereal with milk as your lunch? Oh please, noona. As the cereal mania, Iâm offendedâ
You only laugh because youâve got caught. You indeed just eat cereal for living these days.
Jungkook keeps babbling and you can only smile. You listen to his story and it does help to enlighten you. The food is coming one by one. When the last plate is placed, he cocks his head and look at you with his sparkling deer eyes. He asks me to eat with him and not to only watch him eating.
âDid you listen to the new song?â he asks. You stop for a while before looking at him.
âI slept early last night and woke up lateâ
âWould you listen to it?â he asks carefully.
You donât answer his question and play with the food. Youâre not sure if itâs the best choice to do.
âWould you give it a chance, noona?â
He begs to you with his eyes. He holds your hand, giving you strength to go on.
âIâll be here. Iâll help you with anythingâ
Jungkook gives his phone and airpods to me. He encourages me to listen to it while heâs here with me. I take few deep breaths before click the play button.
Iâm sorry, was I too harsh?
Iâm way too fearless
I donât know, I donât know
Maybe I thought youâd comfort me
So I played hard to get
But when youâre not here
Everything crashes down
So with a blank face
I built a house
My footsteps are getting heavier
I canât walk anymore
I canât just let you go like this
But I canât open my mouth
You listen to his melody. You listen to his lyrics. His song speaks to you. The key in relationship is communication but both you and Yoongi have failed. You two try to be considerate for the other person but it only pushes you away farther from each other. You look up at Jungkook, he gives you reassuring smile.
*
Youâre back to the scariest place for you. His studio. Jungkook holds your shoulder from the back. You donât realize that you are trembling. Your body remember the pain and it scares you.
âEverything will be okayâ chants Jungkook repeatedly to make you believe him.
Your hand is still trembling and puts the code one by one. You remember what Suran tolds you.
âWe all know Yoongi is deeply in love with you so we kind of guessing his password. Then he officially tells everyone who is in the mixtape project including me for easy access. Iâm sorry Y/N, I really amâ
The door is open. Jungkook gives you another soft pat, supports you from behind. You take a step inside. You hear low sound of music. You can smell very familiar scent filling the room. All the equipment and decorations back to the room. You can see a figure sits on the chair looking at the monitor. You hold your breath. Youâre scared that all of this is just your sweet dream.
âY-Yoongiâ
The man turns around. He smiles. Yoongi looks paler than the last time you saw him. His face looks thinner, dark circles appear more visible than before. He stands and walks to you.
âYou came?â
âYouâre here. Youâre really hereâ
âIâm here. I will never leave againâ
You really donât want to cry. Youâre tired for all the crying you did these months. He opens his arms widely, ready to embrace you again. He regrets to ever think leaving you will make you happier. He is in deep resentment to think he can live normally without you beside him.
âIâm sorryâ says Yoongi softly. You hug him tight, youâre afraid he will disappear to thin air.
âNo, Iâm sorryâ
Yoongi lifts my face to look at him.
âIt takes me too long to be confident in being your boyfriend. I punish myself for being a fool to hurt you like that. But I just hurt you moreâ
âI shouldnât doubt you that day. I canât bear myself with the thought of losing youâ
âIâm sorry, Y/N, I shouldâve told you everything. Do you forgive me?â
You nod and hug him again.
âWe make mistake, but we learn from it. We will make a new beginning and be together foreverâ
*
Yoongi fills you in for the days he absents from your life. How he tried to focus on finishing the mixtape album, how he gave all the best that he can for Heize new song, how he barely lived without you. You donât miss the chance to punch his arms or chest whenever you think heâs an idiot. He takes it all, he thinks he deserves more than just light punch from you.
âHonestly, Iâm afraid that you wonât take me back. That you start to think Joon is better than meâ
âHey!â you slap his chest. He laughs.
âI trust you but I donât trust Joon. He had crush on you before you meet me, you know. If we didnât meet, maybe he is the best person for you to be withâ
âItâs all in the past, right? I hope Joon meet someone who loves him sincerelyâ
Yoongi pulls you to him, pastes your back to his chest. He hugs you tight and doesnât answer your question. He is actually very scared to lose Y/N to his bestfriend. He doesnât want you to know that Namjoon is still crushing on you. He, once, thinks that Namjoon loves you as much as he does.
He kisses your temple every time you stop talking. You find it cute and crave him more. You turn your head to him and kiss him on the lips. He just smiles.
âI miss youâ
âI miss you moreâ
âNot sure about that. I miss you more than you miss meâ
You love this Yoongi. No, you just love Yoongi and being with Yoongi, whatever side or color of him he shows to you.
âCan I meet your parents tomorrow?â
âMy parents? Why?â
You fully turn your body to him. You feel nervous and nausea waiting for him answer. You are the fire and he is the water. When you easily pop small tantrums, Yoongi is very calm and gives you another insight.
âI need to talk to them, itâs very importantâ
âShould I, I donât know, prepare something or anything?â
âNo. Your presence is enoughâ
*
You finally sleep in peace. No more nightmares or waking up in the middle of the nights. You sleep so comfortably with Yoongi beside you. Both of you made a promise last night, to communicate better so you can understand each other better too. You promise to yourself, to not give in to your negative thoughts. You leave Yoongi who sleep soundly to make breakfast.
You inform your parents about your arrival. Your mom and dad are home, waiting for you and Yoongi. You can see Yoongi is more nervous than usual. You think that he may still blame himself and feel guilty to your parents. As much as your parents love you and be very protective, they wonât interfere your love live. They fully give the freedom to you.
You sit with Yoongi in front of your father after settling the drinks for the four of you. Your mother only smiles, while your father gives his scary face. Yoongi sit politely with his two hands upon his knees.
âHave you thought about it?â asks your father.
âYes, sirâ
You look back and forth between Yoongi and your father. This is the secret, the one that you asked Yoongi before. Thereâs indeed something between the men that you donât know. You steal a glance to your mom, asking for the hint. Seems like youâre the only person who clueless.
âThen?â
âPlease give your daughterâs hands to me. I may make mistake and being stupid but I will make her happy as long as she stays with meâ
Your eyes go wide. You open your mouth just to close it again. You have so many things to say yet you canât say anything. Your father smiles, half smirking, to Yoongi.
âł warnings no chill, hidden love, pining on each other but too prideful to admit, namjoonâs a lawyer, graphic description of bed scene, nicotines and alcohol abuse, i miss writing namjoon and got a little frisky
âDonât catch feelings.â
Fast forward for about three months, and youâre tangled in his sheets, woken up by the sound of the front door clicking shut. The cologne he wore left lingering in the room you shared just a few hours before. His side of the bed is empty, obviously, but thereâs a note by the bedside table that sparks a smile on your face. Careful not to let the sheets reveal your bareness underneath, you scooted over to it to see them clearer, and what he wrote in scraggly writings,
âYouâve been served.â With a smiley at the end.
It made you chuckle, how his sophisticated humor eases in. Within these four walls, you still feel a little shy to what it has witnessed. There's the sound of the busy traffic travelling up his penthouse and strangely, it felt like home. It didnât really register into your brain how massive this ordeal is until you try to step out of his bed and felt the need to clutch onto something to help you walk. You bit your smile and found relief in the fact that he wasnât watching. He would have made fun of it until the ends of the earth. Looks like he was right, youâve technically been served.
His lawyer robe disappeared from the hangers, and so is his document bag. That suggests that he left for work already. Which was good for him because you wouldnât have let him leave if you see him in his black-white attire. Those long trousers, extending his long legs, belt buckle and the white dress shirt underneath his blazers and cufflinks--simply spell erogenous to you. He knows he captivates you in those fit and knows how to use them against you. Thereâs toast on the table that he spreads with butter and coffee mug ready underneath the coffee maker, still piping hot. Thereâs traces of his hobbies in this house; the photos he took, the boxing gloves, the figurine collectibles, his anime CDs--heâs just a big little boy.
Thereâs a bookshelf in the corner of the living room that just represents the lawyer in him. Theyâre neatly arranged, in alphabetical order, colors, and editions.The books are heavily manifested with notes and scribbles once you flipped them open, and it shows how hard he studies or how confused he was. All the question marks between this pages. He makes you smile even when heâs not here. This is another level of infatuation, now, isnât it?
Infatuation, the word resonates in your mind.
How do you navigate this? How do you tell your father, his boss?
How will you explain those breathless wars on top of his desk at work when no one is around? How he pushes you against the file cabinet and devours you with his mouth, leaving handprints on your ass? How he has you sprawled on the files heâs supposed to read because you wouldnât stop sparking his mind, into the dirty things you could be doing? Or how the late night drives almost always turn into something else? How sins taste like nicotine and cognac, laced on his tongue dancing with yours in the depth of night, in the backseat of his car. Soft music playing in the background and all you feel is his hand on your skin, your name in desperate whispers.
How would you explain the way his eyes look at you like heâs undressing you in his mind, amidst the office meeting you had no role in? How can you explain the way his hand cupped your buttcheeks in the lift, far in the back when no one saw and the flirtatious smile thatâs thrown everywhere but to you? You know damn well that you would put your life through hell if your parents knew. Now that youâre in his penthouse, your fears began to pile on, one by one. You start listing the things that you hated about him, hoping it will make you hate him.
Those intentional touches, lingering stares from across the room, and how you find excuses to be at the office longer than you should. All those needs to stop.
Why is it that, when happiness finally finds you, you chase it away? Because happiness doesn't last? Because your past has proven to you that it is temporary and you wanted forever but you know it doesnât exist. When your friends scold you about thinking to break the bonds before it becomes one, it hurts you. It hurts you because you thought of all the years, and all the time you spend with them, you thought they would at least understand your incapability, your flaws and defects. But they donât. And if the people you trust your life with donât understand you, you expect Namjoon would?
You shut the door behind you like you would your thoughts. His bathroom is very much like him, organized in its functions; shaving utility, facials, toiletries. And in the reflection, you caught yourself in a pensive expression and it dawned to you just how sad you looked. Thereâs a mark between your nipples that he left, and you remembered that you left a few on him too. He invaded your mind all too frequently nowadays. With his soap, you smell like him. And your hands glide over your skin where his palms was, the water trails down the valley of your breasts, in the back of your neck and between your buttcheeks. Thereâs a hickey on the inside of your thighs that tingles when you run your forefinger on them and you take the chance to mimic his hand movements in between your legs.
Drying up your hair, strapped in his robe, you searched for his bed sheets to change the soiled one he had on. Then you throw them in the washing machine while you ate the toast he made. Your phone had been laying face down on his kitchen counter, abandoned since he feels you up the moment you stepped into his space. He was some type of horny last night. It has been a while and you werenât exactly responsive to his messages for the past few days and he grew needy. It doesnât help that the new chambering lawyer enters exactly when he was piled with work and a difficult client going through a divorce. He wants to call and rant about it to you, but youâre always so occupied with the new member that he feels slightly neglected.
Standing in the bathroom to check his attire before the trials begin, Namjoon unbuttons the top two buttons of his dress shirt to have a peek of the hickey you made. For some reason, he likes to keep this as a trophy and it be quite a remembrance that if he could have you, he could have anything he wanted. You are the benchmark in his life. Itâs a surge of motivation that could seem unconventional to most, but if you knew Namjoon, you know that he is everything but conventional.
He fairly admits that he was extremely affection deprived yesterday, that a simple glance from you would send his blood throttling straight to his groins. But he had to behave because your father was around to welcome Jeon, the new chambering lawyer that would be attached for four months, just like Namjoon was, before he was offered a position there. And for some reason, took ninety percent of the day. He was bitter. And extremely horny. He had to find excuses to have you come to his house and he knows itâs going to be hard because youâre not so gullible, but he hopes you would pretend because he doesnât know if heâs gonna make it tonight without you. Nothing would have sufficed.
When you rang him to let you know youâre at his doorstep, handing the file he purposely left on your table, his heart leaped and courage set in. He knows thereâs no going back to what was. He wanted you and wanted you so badly, his brain malfunctioned.
âYea just place them on my desk down the hallâŠ.â he orders.
âDo you not have hands?â you stared at him quizzically but walked in nonetheless, thinking that he might have a good reason why he said so, because heâs not usually so tactful.
The sway of your hips as you walk in makes the cognac in his hand taste weaker than it usually is and he downed them whole and grimaced at the after taste.
Youâll set those files in seconds, and he has to come up with another useless errands to make you stay longer than you probably should.
âI missed your coffee, you didnât make me one because of that Jeon,â his voice grittles from behind the shell of your ear as you sort those files on his desk. The tail of your eyes glide to the view of the opened bottle of half-drunken cognac at the corner of the table and you mentally shook in disapproval. He just canât stop drinking, can he?
âYou usually get one from Starbucks downstairs, I didnât think I had to make a jar,â you shrugged your shoulders, eyes focused on the files, shifting the orders to fit the schedule he had. He was leaning his shoulders on the door sill, hands in his pocket, dress shirt on, rolled up sleeves to his elbows, when you turned around, and the flicker in his eyes he passed you through his bangs was enough to bite your tongue. As if he had read your thoughts, he bits his before shifting his weight to another feet, bobbing his head down like heâs shy of his thoughts and barely in control.
âItâs been a week....â his voice pierced through the silence.
âI noticed,â you leaned on the edge of his mahogany table, crossing your arms, giving away nothing.
âDidnât bother you?â he cleared his throat.
You responded by twisting your lips and unfold your hands to march towards him, pulling him by the belt loop and he towers above you with little to no hesitance, greeting you lips first. The kiss grew hungrier and hungrier until youâre backed up against the leather sofa of his office. Halfway through the lip-lock, you have your fingers fumbling on the buttons of his dress shirt, to unbutton them. His grip on your rib cage intensifies, pulling your dress up so he could run his hand on the back of your thighs. And then he parted, while you whined bitterly.
âBed?â he breathlessly suggested.
âI donât care,â you matched his desperation.
He chuckles handsomely and leaned down to carry you over his shoulders before speeding down the hallway to his room. He throws you on the bed when he notices that youâve unbuttoned him enough to help him off of those work attire. He unbuckles his belt achingly slow, with a hint of flirtatious smile on his lips, asserting his dominance in a way. As he watched your hand rubbing on yourself to keep the arousal going, he ran his tongue along his lips and told you to watch him as you touch yourself. Youâre so far gone and he is barely getting your attention now, so he couldnât even undress properly because of the look on your face was so inviting. He delved in a demanding manner, possessively taking over your hand and harshly whispered in your ear that he wanted his fingers there.
âYou wore the dress I liked,â he nibbles on your earlobe while you responded in whimpers, shivering underneath him.
âItâs the one you wore that night when we fucked in my car,â his voice was intoxicating, and he is making you drunk with his words.
âI wore the dress I like,â you hissed through your teeth, feeling the familiar clenches below your waist, âYou just happened to like it.â
He chuckles darkly, smiling against your skin while his hands rode your dress up enough for him to bare your thighs and froze when he realised that you wore nothing underneath.
âYouâŠâ
âWhat about it.â
Someone flushing in the bathroom takes him back where he is. Right. The trial. Heâs donning a lawyer robe and he walked out looking rather dashing. Here it is. The very thing that makes him drink and smoke. He hates his job, but he loves you. His contract is ending soon.
With countless nights wondering where he stands, he hopes you know that youâre the reason why he even thinks his job is sexy. But how long can you hide this tryst from the public eye? With Namjoonâs constant need for touch, and the barriers your father has set?
And because of him, love will always taste like cognac and nicotine.
Will this lungful drag of cigarettes, nicotine in his system, help him cope with what heâs about to lose? Will the liquor laced tongue make him forget the taste of your skin? What can he do? He caught feelings. He knows he wasnât supposed to.
guys i really need your help to find this fanfic. It was a fanfic with Namjoon and a reader (they're dating if I'm not mistaken), and in the story they lose electricity or the air conditioning stops working, but I'm almost certain it's a power outage and it's summer and it's very hot, and they're lying in bed in their apartment and no wind is coming in through the window, and after that there's a smut scene with them sweating. That's all I remember, and I've already tried searching with every imaginable keyword but haven't found it. Heat wave, broken AC, broken air conditioner, power outage, blackout⊠everything. Please help me find it.
want to share some currently thoughts with you guys⊠just random stuff
- thereâs not enough fanfics with namjoon
also i will reply back but you guys ask my help to find some fanfic and i canât help because it seems like i donât read anything because i never know about the fanfic đ but i will share the ask cause maybe someone can help
about specific list⊠every time i receive an ask i NEVER know how to help because apparently i donât read the themes that you guys want. I try my best to help tho but all the fanfics that i read are available on the #rpwprpwprpwprwreview and in my masterlist (and i also include the genre or trope).
It's very difficult for me to make lists based on specific themes because it takes a lot of time to gather them all, and I work and study a lot too, so the best I can do are my lists with general themes and my reviews đ„ș
hii i apologies for this weird ask, but you always have the best recsđ I'm actually looking for fics that make you feel all the emotions without the smut, maybe i don't even make sense but sometimes the story is sooo good so gut wrenching it doesnt even need smut, im just a little tired all of the smut tropesđ sorry to bother and thank you for your recsđđ
hi baby! sorry for the late reply but i thought about it and i couldnât remember any fanfic without smut (iâm sure i read one of those) BUT you said you want to feel all the emotions and you also mentioned gut wrenching so âempty boxâ by @dpr-moni just popped in my mind.
listen, i read this fanfic in january and i canât forget her. I talked about it with my best friend, with my sister, with my coworker⊠got me straight to therapy. Itâs a sad ending and i didnât saw that warningâŠ. yeah. Also i think i wrote my biggest review for this one. Itâs one of my favorites. A absolutely realistic-will make you feel miserable piece of fanfic. The worst part is that you will understand everything, you will agree. Itâs like⊠puff đš thereâs absolutely nothing we can do about it, right?
i saw a thing the other day about âwhen you know you did your best but thereâs nothing you can do to make it workââŠ. and MONTHS later i thought âoh this is about empty boxâ so yeah. Pretty unforgettable experience.
But since i gave you this rec, could you please share your thoughts with me if you read it?
(also itâs not a weird ask at all! weâre friends here ;)