Genre/Au's: Smut, PWP; Hockey player AU – Friend with benefits(?)
Paring: Taehyung x F Reader
Words count: 2329
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Smut; Fingering; Dirty talk; Public sex; Car sex; Pining;
Synopsis: Taehyung is friends with your best friend’s boyfriend, what doesn’t make you both very close, beside the hang outs and constant teasing each other. But when you need help, he is there to help you, not once but twice in a roll.
Author note: If I didn’t procrastinate I would have it done much sooner. This is Tae’s bday piece. Also is part of my milestone drabble game, the ask for it went to void when Shay’s old blog did it too (Tagging the current one @egocypher) but I never forgot about it.
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The ringing tune on your ear makes you anxious, is the third time you call Lolla’s phone, and it rings until voicemail. You know she is enjoying the victory party, but you need her right now and as your best friend it’s her duty to pick up the phone.
Her cheerful voice comes through your ears when you reach her voice mail again. Hanging up you sigh and let your head rest back on the wall. Something you would never do in a different situation. But despair is starting to fill your body and you don’t know what to do. Lolla has been your best friend since middle school, and you both have always looked out for each other, especially after going to college.
You both made a pact that whenever one of you went out on a date, the other had to send a text after the first hour, to know how things were going, if thing are so-so, a call in the next half hour, if things are bad a call right away to give the receiver an excuse to maybe ditch the date or have the friend come.
Today she didn’t send the message, she is celebrating the school’s hockey team classification to the nationals. Her boyfriend is part of the team. You were invited to their celebration, but you’ve already had plans with some other friends. Actually, now you’d say they are just acquaintances, you hoped to become friends.
They are like the cool group from your major, you have a few different classes with most of them. They were the ones who approached you, talking with you here and there, one at a time, in different classes, greeting you whenever you crossed paths on social occasions, until they asked you for lunch and then to hang out at a bar.
You press Lolla’s name again hoping that fourth time's the charm and she’ll pick up the phone.
Maybe you are taking too long in the bathroom, but you don’t really care right now.
The tune rings in your ear for the fifth time, another two times and it’ll reach her voice mail.
“Lolla?” You ask as the line connects and noise comes through the phone.
“No! Y/L/N, Lolla can’t come to the phone right now, she’s having her soul sucked off through her mouth right now!” The cheerful raspy voice, that usually makes your knees weak, says through the line.
“Oh!” You sigh, letting your shoulders drop.
“What is it?” The male voice asks.
“Nothing, I- “
“Wait a second!” He says. You can hear him talking with someone, some excuse me’s and indistinct noises until the voice comes back clearer. “What’s wrong? Aren’t you out with your new friends that are, oh so much cooler than us?”
You mentally curse Lolla for running her mouth about it to Seokjin’s whole team about why you weren’t going out with them after the game. “Yeah,” you roll your eyes.
“So, is it true that you ditched us, to hang with some unknown, much cooler group than us?” He chuckles.
“Hm… I didn’t ditch,” you say trying to explain.
“You just thought they were much cooler than us?” He teases again.
“No, Taehyung. I just…” Your voice fades. You don’t have any excuses; he is right on his teasing, and you just want to find an excuse to leave.
“If you are calling, things aren’t really that nice right now, right?” His voice comes softer, and the teasing is gone.
“I don’t have any excuses to leave, I came here with them. I'm not very familiar with this area and I’m unsure how to leave by myself.” You admit, voice lower as you sigh, remembering you put your own self in this situation.
“Hm, well, lucky for you, here it’s not very fun either. Stay there, I’m coming to get you!” His voice once again has that cheerful tone.
And just like that he is gone.
The line goes mute.
Taking the phone away from your face you see he hung up.
Sighing you get out of the stool and practice a smile on the mirror, you debate yourself if you should try to fix your hair that was sticking to the wall or just leave it. Deciding to leave it you walk out of the bathroom, back to the table where your new “friends” are.
They are talking about the significance of life or something else, you don’t bother enough to join the conversation, just sitting there sipping on your drink waiting for the ice to melt so you can have it for longer. You don’t want to risk getting drunk around people you aren’t close to or very comfortable with.
Twenty minutes later half of the Hockey team burst through the door of the bar with Lolla guiding them.
“Y/n!” She cheers loudly, “what a surprise to find you here!”
She has her phone in hand and Taehyung trailing right behind her looking at her phone over her shoulder. They tracked you. And you thank the gods the day she set up the sharing location app so you both can know where each other are especially when one is out on a bad date. And today you are the one out on a bad date.
“Hey!” You try to sound surprised and not let your happiness show.
“What a coincidence!” Lolla greets your group of friends with a smile.
You look around and there is half a hockey team around the table, Lolla standing with Seokjin by one of your sides and Taehyung on your other side.
“Oh, I think the bar is full.” Jen, one of the new friends, says in a discreet sneer.
“Oh, really?” Lolla responds looking around at the very chill and not full bar. “Yeah, I guess it is. We won’t be able to stay here.”
“But the bar is not full…” Namjoon comments.
Seokjin punches his friend on the shoulder, not even trying to hide it. “Yeah, it’s full, I guess we’ll need to take our victory party home.”
“Yeah, let’s do it guys!” Taehyung says by your side. “Y/n, do you wanna come? It's a free ride home, plus it will be fun, you know all our parties are fun.”
You look in between your friends and your new group of friends and nod. “Yeah, I’m sorry guys, I'll take their ride. We talk on Monday, okay?”
Getting up as you talk, you put the money for your part on the table and follow the hockey players out, Taehyung has your bag on his hand as you follow him.
The rescue is a success, but now you are worried about how you will all make it home. It’s hard to get an Uber or taxi around the bar, you’ve tried to call on through the app many times before calling Lolla.
The group stops by a minivan, it has the Hockey team name on it together with the college name. Jungkook, one of the youngsters of the team unlocks the driver’s door and opens the van. Telling everyone to get in.
He sits at the driver's place, with Yoongi and Namjoon by his side on the front. In the middle roll goes Seokjin, Hoseok and Jimin with Lolla on Seokjin’s lap and her legs over the other guys' laps. Taehyung goes to the back roll and offers you his hand, you follow and ends up sitting in his lap between their gaming gear.
You worry about the safety of all of you, but everyone else seems too hype and happy to care about it. There is loud music, and they all are talking at once as Jungkook starts the car.
Taehyung gently pulls you back against his chest. “I need to put the seat belt around us.” His voice is low and sends a shiver down your back.
Resting back, you let him pull the sit bet around you both, strapping you to him. His hands rest awkwardly on the edge of the seat, surrounded by helmets and other equipment.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, turning towards him. Your nose brushes his jaw and for a reason you don’t know you keep your voice low in a whisper.
“What do you mean?” He asks just as quietly as you did.
Running your hands down his forearms, you cover his hands with yours, to realize he is gripping the seat. “You can touch me, you know?” Pulling his hand, you rest them on your thighs with yours. “Are you embarrassed?”
“Embarrassed?” Taehyung asks without a hint of embarrassment in his voice.
“You are getting hard.” You laugh softly, nuzzling his jaw.
“Well, my dick doesn’t really understand that all this wiggling isn’t for our benefit.” He sighs.
Relaxing with his words you make yourself more comfortable against his body. “If it makes you less embarrassed,” you say still holding his hands. “I'm getting wet just by feeling your dick.”
The darkness of the car and the way Taehyung’s breath catches gives you confidence to slip your intertwined hands in between your tights feeling the warmth of it. You part your knees a little more to have more room in between them. You can feel his fingers almost brushing over the wet lacy of your panties. Maybe it is the thriller or the alcohol from the drink you had at the bar or could be the fact Taehyung is basically dicking you through his pants at every bump the car gives, but a new wave of arousal makes you wetter.
Taehyung lets go of one of your hands, letting it travel over your body, smoothing the fabric of your dress, placing his hand flat over your stomach and caressing his way up to your boobs. Gently molding them, fingertip running circles over your covered nipple but not adding quite enough pressure. You whimper his name, and he chuckles in response.
“Taehyung please,” you ask.
“Y/n, this is the nicer way you’ve ever talked to me in all these months since we’ve met.” His voice is hoarse in your ear.
Twisting your body, you manage to turn enough to kiss him, his lips are soft as his hand moves to your throat putting some pressure on it as his tongue explores your mouth. His thumb caressing your damp inner thigh. Your body reacts at its own accord, legs parting further to give his hand more room.
Biting his lower lip, you moan. “Taehyung.”
“God, I’d love to see your face when you moan my name like that.” His breath tickles your neck as he trails kisses over it. “And I’m not embarrassed to feel how wet you are all over your tights.”
“It could be over your hands if you made a move.” You sass.
The confidence comes over the darkness, the music that was turned up. You feel like the car is getting hotter and the air thicker. You don’t know how long the ride is still going to take but you need something to happen, or you won’t ever be able to look at Taehyung’s face again.
“Can you be a good girl and keep it quiet?” Taehyung asks while placing a kiss under your ear. His knees moving your legs further apart.
You eagerly nod in response to his question, but his hand doesn’t move any closer.
“Taehyung, if you don’t know what to do, I can do it myself. You just need to stay still.” You provoke.
“Y/n, someday I’ll fuck this pretty mouth of yours and you won’t be able to be such a brat.” His lips find yours again as his fingers manage to push your panties to the side and two of them slip inside of you at once.
You regret promising to stay quiet as Taehyung shallows your moan. The wet sound coming from his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy is all you can hear, over your friends' laughs and the music. If anyone pays attention, they’ll know what you both are up to in the back seat.
“Your pussy feels so good. Warm, wet and tight.” Your hips roll against Tae’s fingers, you bite your lip hard to keep your moaning quiet as the hot pleasure builds up in your lower stomach.
Letting your head drop back on his shoulder, you want to close your leg at the same time you want more of it. To shy away from him at the same time you want more of Taehyung.
“Are you going to come, all over my hand? Squeeze my finger in your pussy and give me a taste of what it will feel like when I have my dick buried inside of you?” Taehyung parts his knees further, spreading your legs and exposing his finger inside your pussy.
As your moans and whimpers start to get louder, he covers your mouth with his free hand. Making his fingertips brush your spot and his thumb caresses circles over your clit, sending hot pleasure over your whole body, making you tremble and shiver, as your orgasm rips through you, making your eyes roll back, your back arch and your body feel boneless.
Taehyung keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you until the spams are gone and you are just a sweaty mess slumped against his chest. Kissing your forehead, he gently slips his fingers off of you. “Open your mouth baby.”
Confused but too content to question him as you do as told. Parting your lips, Taehyung places his wet fingers on your tongue, and you lick it, feeling the bitter salty taste.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll taste you when we get home, I promise I’ll clean up the mess I made in between your legs.” He says, lips moving against your neck.
“Tae- “
The music cuts off abruptly, and your entire body freezes, eyes widening as Taehyung quickly pulls his fingers from your mouth and unpins your legs so you can close them.
“Does anyone wants McDonald’s?”
100WTSILY - Masterlist
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Author note: This can be a stand alone or part two for Coming home
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The brightness in the room seem to bother you while you are asleep, your mind keeps on trying to nudge you awake while your body resists it. You are tired and you deserve to sleep more. It’s the weekend, you are finally home with no obligations for the next couple of days. So why is your mind trying to form thoughts on the sleep in time?
Maybe is because of said brightness, surely you could use a darker room for a little longer. Or maybe is the soft keyboard tapping that seems to be out of place. Is the weekend so why keyboard tapping and e-mails?
Rubbing your hand over your face, you fight sleepiness and the messy tangled hair away. You take a deep breath, and the orange flower smell makes you smile. The sheets are pulled to your neck, but both of your legs are uncovered, and you are curled up like a child in such a big bed.
The keyboard tapping pauses.
“Are you awake?”
You nod.
You are not sure if he can see you of if he just heard the sheets rustling but his attention is on you. Rubbing your sleepy and puffy eyes you roll to your back and look toward the direction of his voice.
“- working?” Your voice is husky.
“Watching you sleep,” he replies simply and rolls his chair closer to the edge of the table so you can see him better and he probably can see you better too.
“Then why aren’t you here with me?” You yawn.
“I was getting a bit restless and would’ve ended up waking you, I didn’t want to.”
“Why was you restless?” You ask sleepy and concerned.
“Have you seen how you’re dressed?” He chuckles. “You were away for three weeks and… I’m a man after all…”
You look down at yourself. His black T-shirt is almost a long dress on you. It’s oversized on him and the almost 10 centimeters of height differences makes the garment almost shallow you whole. Just your bare legs are the only body parts out from under the sheets besides your head. You frown at him.
Stretching you kick the sheets off.
“Y/n.” He groans
You laugh. Yeah, you only have his shirt on. The one he was wearing yesterday when you got home.
Nothing else.
And you were probably pressing your ass on him while you slept or putting your leg around his waist and showing him the way to your uterus. That’s what made him restless. Yoongi being Yoongi, would never wake you up for sex when you were so tired like you were last night.
He gave you a welcome home reception, but that was enough to knock you out, and there you were unconsciously teasing him on your sleep.
“Sorry!” You pull the shirt down your tights.
“Did you sleep well?”
You nod once again rolling to the edge of the bed. “You are so far away.”
“I have a couple of things I need to take care of.” He answers looking to the computer over the table.
“You sound like a middle aged man.” You poke.
“Well, I’m getting there.” He points out. “Differently from you, I’m not in my young and hot twenties anymore.”
“So, I’m young and hot?” You ask getting up and stepping on the cold floor.
“Hm, young and very, very hot.” He pushes his chair away from the desk turning it towards you.
Straddling his lap, you loosely put your arms around his shoulders pressing a kiss to his lips. He responds immediately, kissing you back, hands naturally finding their way around your waist and resting on your, now, barely cover ass.
You caress his long strands back, caressing his scalp as you watch him up close. The time off is making him well. Clearly less tired, and less stressed. These are the good changes. The couple white hairs on his head are the bad changes, as Seokjin and Jungkook put it when the first strand appeared.
“They are multiplying.” You say as you see at least five white strands over his natural back silk black hair in between your fingers.
“My age is starting to show.” He kisses your jaw.
“I don’t mind. Is actually kind of hot.” You kiss his forehead.
“Is it?” Yoongi rests his head back on the chair looking at you.
“Hm, who else can say their hot boyfriend is turning gray at thirty?” You kiss his cheek. “While I’m still so young at almost twenty nine?”
Groaning Yoongi rolls his eyes at you. “The hair stylist will pull it off, or it’ll get died black or maybe I’ll bleach my hair again.” He explains.
“You know that, none of it will change the truth right?” You ask placing a kiss under his ear.
“What is this truth?” He asks eyes closed sighing contently.
“That you are getting old and won’t live as long as you though you would? And I’ll be young and single and ready to mingle?” You joke.
“Hey!”
Yoongi grabs at your ass when you throw your head back laughing at his outraged face. The smile on his face is a clear indicator that he also found your joke funny but won’t say it or let himself laugh and lose such a battle.
Pulling your body flush to his, he digs his fingers at your ass rolling his hips up to yours. “You are so, going to pay for this.” Hosting you with him, he gets up from his chair and walks towards the bed with you. “I need to teach you a lesson, do you think just because you are hot and young you can be such a brat?”
“Do you teach these kind of lessons to Jimin and Jungkook too?” You ask biting your lower lip using your most innocent voice.
“Those two have no fixing.” He drops you onto the bed making your body bounce on it. Putting a knee on one of your sides and the other in between your legs he crawls up over you. “Besides, this lesson is a private one just for you.” Said that he dives for a kiss.
100 WTSILY - Masterlist
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Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.
Warnings: Romani culture; cursing; mentions of cheating; mentions of sex; fist fight; minor injuries; blood; public place make-out; mentions of weight; mention of car accident; gun; robbery; kidnapping; - More specific warnings on each chapter
Tigering warnings: Mentions of anxiety; soft anxiety attack; weight insecurities; drinking as a copping mechanism; mentions of guns; description of robbery; descriptions of kidnapping; people been held at gun point; character expresses the intention to kill people; - More specific warnings at each chapter
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
The Interview - A IYOW drabble
Author’s note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian novel Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.
And a supper special thanks to @hannahbee12719 for the amazing banner.
Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.
Author note: Thank you so much Ash @sugafreeagustdfor the request, this was a crazy rollercoaster ride as you know. From the original 600 I had on the day you requested it, I only kept a few abstract ideas and the pink hair with the undercut.
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You met Namjoon on the first year of university. Somewhere in the first semester, of introduction to modern arts. An obligatory class for all students aiming to someday work with any form of art.
You came in right as the professor was walking into the room, Namjoon came late and sat behind you. He was clumsy -still is and you just take it as an essential part of him- he dropped his books when he opened his bag, papers flying everywhere, his pencils rolling down the steps where the chairs sat on the auditorium like room. You, still, aren’t really sure, but you think he hit his head four times on the back of your chair while picking up his stuff. Dropped his books three more times before the professor asked him to stop whatever he was doing and just listen to the class.
To your surprise he did that, sat on his chair, with his material scared all over and just listened to the class. It made you giggle. Back then his hair was long and messy, his thick framed glasses gave him a goofy look even more when paired with his clumsiness.
When the class was over you helped him to pick up his material and offered to let him borrow your notes if he needed. He accepted, even though he had recorded the whole class in his phone. Those notes were his chance to talk to you again.
Lucky to him, one of your close friends fell in love with Seokjin, a childhood friend of his who was studying business in a neighbor university and so you started to hang out. You’ve learned that the same amount of clumsiness Namjoon had in him was balanced with his talent for lyric writing and music producing. He was also an underground rapper. A very talented one. His goal was to start entertainment company with Seokjin and Yoongi, a very quiet and grumpy looking guy you’ve seen around uni.
Namjoon was also great with girls, actually he wasn’t that great, and still isn’t. He just had many girls wanting to go out with him due to his talent as a rapper and music production, and he did go out with many girls and his relationships never lasted much, for one reason or another.
A decade late you stand in the parking lot of Namjoon’s fancy condo as you see fire man’s trying to control the fire in one of the apartments.
The loud sirens and flashing lights making your heart skip one beat after the other, your eyes searching on the distance for the pink haired man you call best friend. People run from the doors of the building in any and every possible way. Some do it alone, others grouped with their families, caring their children, running scared, crying, some are calm, walking. But none of them is Namjoon. You have to stay behind the safety zone, but every passing second has you wanting to run inside the burning building.
Cold hands hold you by the shoulders and you jump scared. “Where is he?” Yoongi asks, voice agitated, the first time you hear it since melting the man.
“I- I don’t know” your voice fails you as you shake your head.
Seokjin pulls you into a tight hug.
Yoongi saw the news about the fire as soon as it started. The condo is known to have many celebrities living on it and to be very high end, so as soon as the fire station was called for the case the news was out.
Five more minutes go by where the three of you look for your friend and can’t find him in between the people who are out or leaving the building. The fact that, as the seconds pass the number of people coming out diminish has your heart shrinking inside your chest.
You don’t know when you start to cry but fat tears leak from your eyes. The sound of explosion in the upper floors of the building have you hiding your face against Seokjin’s chest and Yoongi joins the hug, he shakes a bit, and you know he is also fearing for your best friend as cold sweat run down your back.
Seokjin’s phone buzzes non-stop on his pocket, probably other friends, media and stakeholders from the label wanting to know any news about one of the main producers of the company. After all Namjoon is not only one of the nation’s biggest rappers, but also the creator of the country’s biggest boyband.
When Seokjin’s phone stops buzzing Yoongi starts, and then yours. When you look at it you see Namjoon’s old photo, he is smiling with his eyes closed and with blue hair going on. With trembling hands, you answer the phone.
“Joon?” Your voice is just a whisper, you can’t hear anything besides the loud thumping of your heart in your ears and the chaos happening.
“Y/n?” You think you hear his voice saying your name, but you aren’t sure.
“Where the fuck are you?” Seokjin is hysterical on the phone that now is in his hands.
Yoongi keeps holding you as he pays attention to his older friend on your phone, your thoughts are a mess, and you don’t want to know what is being said but you also do. The worst option and scenarios run through your head, what if’s that you don’t want to think just pop up on your head making your fear grow and your body get colder.
You don’t hear what Seokjin says or what Yoongi asks you when he looks into your eyes moving his mouth, you just nod at him, and his arms are unwrapping themselves from your body, is so much colder now. Seokjin starts to walk, and Yoongi is following, you try to do the same not knowing if your body is even able to do it.
The three of you walk around the people, cars, ambulances and fire fighters towards the recreation area of the condo, from the distance you can see some groups of people and there is an unmistakable pink hair among them. You want to run but your legs that barely keep you up don’t obey.
It seems like a year before you reach him. Yoongi is the most rational he does a body check on Namjoon, to see if he is not injured and asking question to see if the man is okay.
“… got scared and kept trying to go back to the apartment, I had to carry him fifteen floors down and once we finally got here, he bite me.” Namjoon explains, he is probably talking about Rapmon the grumpy white American Eskimo is sitting on the floor by his leg.
Wiping your tears with the back of your hand you sob, crying harder now. He is fine and in one piece but still you can’t stop crying. Not sure if is from relief or from the scare you clench your fists on Namjoon’s shirt when he hugs you against his warm sweaty chest.
Probably is the fading adrenaline that makes your knees go weak as your vision turns blurry.
“Y/n!” three man call in a far distance.
There is a bright light and an unknown person looking at you when you open your eyes. You feel sightly dizzy, confused to your whereabout.
“Y/n?” Someone calls your name.
Is the unknown person, as your vision clears you manage to recall your surroundings, trying to sit up the world spins and again three voices call your name.
At the open doors of the ambulance, you can see a worried Seokjin, a tired Yoongi and disheveled and safe Namjoon. Sighing you rest back.
The paramedic takes your pulse again after asking you a few questions to make sure you are okay and just fainted out of nervousness. She lets you go but suggests you go to a hospital if you feel lightheaded again.
Yoongi helps you down from the ambulance and you see the fire man are collecting the hoses and cleaning the area. “They managed to end the fire while we came to meet Namjoon.”
“How long I was out?” You ask still a bit confused.
“Maybe for five minutes.” Seokjin says pushing his hair back as he types on his phone non-stop.
“I’m sorry.” You say looking down, upset for worrying your friends on such moment.
“The most important is that everyone is fine and safe.” Namjoon offers hugging you to his side. “How did you guys get here?” He asks looking at each one of you.
“Car.” Yoongi replies curtly.
“No shit?” Namjoon asks.
“We came together.” Seokjin point to himself and Yoongi. “Y/n, was already here?” He suggests thinking about the fact and not understanding it. “How did you come so fast? Did you hear the news on the radio? Were you already on your way here? Because your route from work to your place is the other way…”
“Eh I-” you search inside your messy head for something to say.
“What does it matter?” Namjoon cuts in glaring at his friend. “I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to go back to my place, the fire was three floors below mine, I’ll have to wait the fire fighters clear the building before I can see if my place was damaged or not, I’ll need somewhere to crash for a few nights.”
“A hotel is a place.” Seokjin says not looking up from his phone screen where he types nonstop again.
“Rapmon is not nice to Holly, if you have somewhere to let him you can stay with me.” Yoongi offers, taking a step to the side when the grumpy dog lifts one of his cheeks to the man.
“Yoongi he is scared, I can’t just leave him somewhere, plus where would I be able to leave him at this hour?” Namjoon caresses his dog’s head who barks at him.
“Don’t even look at me, I’m not going to take care of that feral thing!” Seokjin looks up from his phone. “And you are not taking him to the company, no way that beast if going near any of our expensive equipment, I still wonder how he doesn’t destroy all those expensive shit you call art.” Seokjin mumbles the last part as he puts the phone in his ear making a call.
“Hm… I can stay with him if you’d like. You know my place is not big like yours but, there is a pet friendly area in my condo, and we are allowed pets there. I’d just have to get him some food. I even think he likes me.” You kneel down to caress the dog, who seems to roll his eyes at you.
“You mean, he is not mean and doesn’t growl at you.” Yoongi says, “he probably doesn’t even likes Joon, just tolerates his presence.”
You laugh.
“What?” Seokjin asks joining the conversation again. “I already calmed the hearts of all entertainment world.”
“And what about, my homelessness situation?” Namjoon asks pushing his hair back and showing his undercut.
You take a deep breath focusing back on the white dog with smoke dusted fur.
“I don’t care about your homelessness situation.” The man jokes. “No, seriously, just go to a hotel and rest, I asked Dan to free all your schedule for the week so you can rest and figure your living situation out.”
“Thanks.” Namjoon hugs his friend who pushes him away.
“You smell like smoke!” Seokjin complains. “You need a shower.”
“And a bed too.” Namjoon laughs and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt, once again you look away.
“Okay, so I think we have a plan?” Yoongi asks. “Y/n will house the mad dog, I’ll drop Namjoon in a hotel and Seokjin at home and we’ll all go to sleep?”
“Hey? Drop me in a hotel?” Namjoon complains.
“Hm, you don’t want to go to my place and being honest I don’t want you there to cockblock me. You have lots of money to pay for a hotel stay, I’m not even suggesting a really expensive one. And you’d also have privacy to…”
Namjoon quickly covers Yoongi’s mouth with his hand. “Okay, okay I got it. So, we have a plan.”
“Great!” Seokjin slaps his hands together. “Then let’s get on moving, tomorrow will be a hell of a day.”
As the guys start to move you stand up and the world spins again, Namjoon is quick to hold you by the elbow preventing your fall. You grasp at his shirt once again and a cold shiver runs down your back.
“Okay, new plan. I’ll drive you to the hospital and then I see what I’ll do.” Namjoon says, warm breath hitting your face.
You are so concentrated on his plump lips so close to you that you miss the smirk on Yoongi’s face as he drags Seokjin away in the direction of his car, as the man tries to argue something in uncomprehensive words.
The walk to your car is quiet, there is a lot of noise all around, paramedics, lots of people screaming, crying, fire fighters, friends and family looking for one another. But everything is a blur to you, Namjoon has his arm around your waist, keeping you steady and close. Rapmon walks by his other side growling at people that pass by too close to his content.
Once by your car you pass the keys to him, he unlocks the car and opens the back door letting Rapmon get on and secures his leash on the back sit. You get on the passenger’s side and buckles up. Namjoon gets in the driver’s side, closes his door and lets his head fall on the steering wheel.
“You have no idea how much you scared me when you fainted.”
You look at his side profile, strong and tight jaw, he is angry. His face is sweaty and dirty from the dark smoke he had to walk through.
“I was scared!” You say almost hysterical. “You weren’t coming out, I thought…” your voice comes out chocked as your eyes fills with tears once again.
“No, no, no!” Namjoon pulls you into a hug, nuzzling your neck. “Don’t cry. I’m here, I’m fine, okay?”
You nod against his neck on the awkward position, not wanting to let go yet. Taking deep breaths of his sweaty and smoke smelling body you let go once your eyes are not filling up with tears anymore. He dries the couple of stray tears that fall down your cheek.
“I wish we were having this conversation on the comfort of my place, just the two of us, without any craziness around.” He caresses your cheek with his thumb.
“Yeah, me too.” You half laugh half sob.
“Y/n I’m really going to drive you to the hospital.” He declares as he starts to fix the mirrors and his sit.
“Joon, I’m fine, it was just…”
“Y/n, please.” He interrupts. “I need to be sure you are fine, also is a great way for us to be sure about it all, don’t you think?”
Namjoon looks and sounds tired. His eyes are worried about you, the day had been really long and even though you just want to go home, you know he is right, so you nod.
“Good, now let’s go get you checked up and find out if Seokjin is only going to freak out or if he’ll rip his hair out too.”
“Why would he do that?” You ask confused as he carefully drives the car to the condo’s exit.
“I’m sure he will have a major freak out when he learns that we are together.” Namjoon takes your hand in his. “But if you happen to be pregnant, I’m sure he will rip his hairs off upon learning he’ll be an uncle.”
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This past march turned ten years since I was dragged into K-pop. My friends from school made me watch fantastic baby by Big Bang during lunch break and my life changed completely.
Many times I thought I was a great change, other times I thought it was bad, some people found it weird that I enjoy Korean music, all those cliches about understanding it or not and so, and so…
In the past ten years liking kpop, I’ve liked many different groups, I’ve seen many different scandals, tragedies, many disbandments, many hiatus…
During these ten years I fell in and out with groups and K-pop on itself many times. Mostly because I needed it, I needed to fall out and back in to grow, to mature and to become who I am today, many of these falls happened due to the different moments in my life, to the timings and the messages I needed to hear and who I was as a person at those moments.
Since dynamite I felt like BTS needed a break, everyone does. The whole pandemic had been hard on everyone. Everyone is tired, burnt out and needing to relearn how live life and be a new version of ourselves. And they are no different.
I had to learn to be a new me when the pandemic started and now that life is back out again, I’m learning to be a new me again. And I’m very glad I had BTS during these times, and I’m also very glad they are taking time to learn how to be their new selfs too. They need it, I think more than any other group. They deserve to do things they want to do but never did because they put the group above all else.
When they announced the anthology album I though they were going to take a break or even announce their disbandment and there were a few reasons behind it, one of them being the military, (as a international fan and a bachelor in international business and affairs, I’ll not put my opinion on it here because is not relevant), another was a hiatus or solo projects making group projects take longer to happen again. And I’m sure all this is part in their decision and is also some of those things they can’t share with us but hope we understand.
And I honestly do. Their work is still out here for us to consume, they are still going to make great music for us. And I’m still going to cheer on them for as long as it takes, maybe not as hard as I’ve been doing in the last 6-7 years, but maybe as a occasional listener as I did in their first 2-3 year of their journey.
Once we love something so hard that it helps shape who we are, even if, someday it ends, it’ll always be part of us. And the fact that because of them I changed to become who I am today is already unforgettable.
I do feel a bit of regret that now that I found my timing with my writing, they are taking a break (since that are now my biggest inspiration) but is not like I won’t write anymore just because of it. I don’t know for how long I’ll keep writing but I won’t stop just yet.
Genre: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count: 6.109
Warnings: Cursing; Drinking; Mentions of sex; Romani culture; Namjoon's ass; Namjoon's dimples; Namjoon's broad chest; Namjoon;
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?
Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.
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Your head throbs against the soft sheet. You take a deep breath and don't recognize the smell of the sheets. You force your eyes open and... Fuck!
Where does all this light come from? You bury your head in the pillow, covering your eyes with your arm as something pokes at your brain. You try again, looking around to get your surroundings. Where the hell are you?
The room decorated in shades of brown and cream is unfamiliar to you. Then, you turn slowly and comes face to face with a wall. For a moment you get lost in the muscles on that broad back, Defined and flexed in a way that you ever thought only photoshop could do, God, who is this man?
You try to get up on your elbows to get a peek at his face, but your head feels full of water, heavy and shaking, to the point where it can burst at minimum pressure. You collapse back on the mattress, your mouth dry, your stomach churning like a centrifuge. The throbs to the head making you want to throw up, and sure there is something wrong with your ears. It's like an amplifier two hundred of thousand watts was connected to the eardrum.
The man besides, you take a deep breath and shifts to his back, stomach up and giving you the chance to see his profile.
Your mouth drops open.
Oh. My. God. What did you do?
He opens his eyes, sees you and smiles sleepily. You are paralyzed with horror, trying to wake up from that nightmare or wishing you are someone else. His arm crawls under the sheets, snuggling into you like a sly cat. You still can't move, just breath and blink and you are very impressed that your brain is still able to send precise commands to the body. For a moment you think that it is disconnected from the rest of you, as you aren't even able to close your mouth.
A strong, toned arm wraps around your waist. There is nothing between his warm skin and yours. The tip of something hard, big, thick, and smooth like velvet nudge your hip. That's when you jump out of bed.
"What's it?" Namjoon asks, lifting his torso and leaning on an elbow. He scrutinizes you closely, his eyes sliding down your naked body.
"Don't look at me!" You pull the sheets off the bed, feeling all the blood rise to your face. You wrap yourself in the fabric, a little clumsy from the embarrassment and haste.
However, by covering yourself, you end up exposing Namjoon.
Holy crap!
You can't take your eyes off him no matter how hard you try and... Ah, like you are even trying. But how can you look away after seeing, completely dumbfounded—and very, very angry—his naked body on the bed. How did he hide all that? Okay, not Namjoon is not ugly, the shirts don't fit him well, they only suggested broad shoulders still you thought he was a little thin. But the body right in front of you is nothing thin and is definitely much more than a good physique. Broad shoulders and shapely, sculpted chest, flat and defined abs to perfection, and, going down a little more, you come across the... Wow!
He has the decency, little too late, to cover with the pillow what had so caught your attention. You finally understand what Alexia has seen in him.
“What did we do?" You ask in a thin voice, holding the sheets tighter around your body.
He scratches his head and shoots you a startled look. “Hmm… It seems kind of obvious, Y/n."
At least this time he got your name right, you console yourself. "No! We can't have done... it!"
"Why not?" He is still looking at you in that weird way.
"Because... because... Because we work together! You just got out of a relationship, and I'm interested in a guy and... You're my boss, by the way. By the love of God! Also, I would remember if we had... if we had done it. And I don't remember!"
"Anything?" His eyebrows rise.
The lack of those horrible glasses is unsettling to you. Why doesn't he put that mask on his face so you can feel safe again? Namjoon is a lot more handsome than you'd realized. It is as if there are two of him. One normal and annoying, and the other hot as hell. Like the Doctor and the Monster. Or Superman and Clark Kent. hmmm... funny, you always liked the reporter better.
Shaking your head in an attempt to unscramble your thoughts. “I remember some things, but not this." You point at his body and then yours.
“What do you remember?'
He sits on the bed but keeps the pillow over his lap. Closing your eyes, you try to think so you don't get distracted by the muscles flexed in his abdomen.
"Hmm... We came here after you paid the bar bill." you start.
"Right."
"And we drank more here. Then we started dancing. But I think that we didn't even have music."
“We didn't."
"Then someone suggested that we should dance naked..."
“You suggested it,” he points out.
You open your eyes. He is smiling. Oh my God! It is whole smile, with teeth and eyes and that made that almost perpetual frown disappears between his eyebrows and two adorable dimples appear on his cheeks.
“Whatever,” you concede. “I suggested we dance naked. I started taking off my clothes while balancing the tequila bottle on my forehead. Ew, I don't even like tequila!" You grimace.
“Oh yes, I remember that too. It was funny.” He laughs lightly but stops as soon as he sees your face. “Maybe it wasn't all that funny."
“After that…” You drop your shoulders, defeated. "Nothing more."
He frowns, seeming to concentrate. "I think we jumped in bed like two kids, just in our underwear..."
"Oh, yeah..." You are vaguely remembering what he is saying. "Thank God, there is still hope! So that was it!" You say, clinging to the only lifesaving line you find. "Maybe we're exhausted after so much dancing and jumping and passed out in bed without anything else happening. Seriously speaking Namjoon, we were too drunk to have done anything else besides passing out."
"It could be that..."
"Nothing happened between us," You decide, interrupting him and letting your body fall on the mattress, exhaling heavily, even though you don't quite understand how your lingerie is gone. "It would have been terrible if we had... hmm... Have you ever thought how embarrassing it would be? Casual sex for definition, happens with someone you won't see again, not with someone who works with you. Especially if he's your boss."
"Glad nothing happened," he agrees, a little embarrassed.
"It's a relief!" Still wrapped in the sheets, you start to gather your clothes that are scattered through the room. Your bra hangs like a flag on the doorknob to what you expect to be the bathroom.
And it is so you lock yourself in there and hurry to get decent. Damn it! Where's your panties? You pull the dress over your head and tie the belt in a whatever way. You rest your hands on the sink and takes few deep breaths, trying to calm your pulse. you wash your face and take the opportunity to swallow a good amount of water, anxious to get rid of the desert feeling in your mouth. Drying your face on the soft towel and staring in the mirror, hoping to find some type of green zombie with huge dark circles. You don't miss by much. Your hair is a mess, and you try to untangle it with your fingers, but it is full of knots and, the more you try, the worse they get. You pull the threads back with the intention of tying it up, but then you stop, astonished. An almost round and purple mark, right at the junction of the neck and collarbone, it seemed to glow neon in the mirror.
"Oh no!"
Suddenly an image, a flash of something you don't want to remember, fills your throbbing head. Namjoon was saying something into your neck, you laughed, and he teased you, biting the delicious shape on the base of your neck, pressing his body even more against yours, going deeper, making you moan and pull his bare ass with more strength against your core, wanting to receive everything he...
"Shit!" You mutter, letting go of your hair and hiding the hickey with it.
You walk out of the bathroom having no idea how to tell Namjoon that you not only had fucked, apparently you really enjoyed it a lot.
He is crouched beside the bed, his ass round and fitted inside his jeans facing you.
"Namjoon..."
He straightens up in a flash, immediately bringing his left hand to his back pocket, but before he can hide it, you can see the small black foil packaging with the golden dragon stamped, torn in the middle. He already knows.
"What's it?" he asks, looking worried. The glasses are back. You suppress relief sigh.
"It's just that... I... What did you find there?" It will be easier if he begins. No, it won't be easier. It will be less embarrassing.
"Nothing important," he replies. “Just a business card that fell out of my pocket yesterday while we... danced."
You stare at him for what feels like an entire century. He does not intend to pretend that you hadn't had sex? He knows what you have done and won't tell you anything? Even though you already know, he doesn't know it. How can this bastard not tell you such a thing? How does he dare?!
"Are you sure it is some kind of business card?" You press.
“It's the phone number of a possible sponsor."
Ah yes. Maybe Jointex is interested in placing an ad in a women's magazine...
Straightening your shoulders and willing to not continue being humiliated by him, you say: "I need to go."
"Don't you want to eat something first?" he offers, rather awkwardly, but seeming to want to play the gentle lover. As if that is possible... The guy fucked you and doesn't have the decency to tell you! "Can I ask for room service."
"You don't need to." You bent down and pick up your bag, which is inside an open drawer. "So, just to be clear, last night never existed."
"Never existed." He nods briefly, staring at you.
You wait for him to change his mind and own up to what had happened between you both, but the bastard remains silent, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Furious, you march towards the door and walks out, not slamming it once you go through. It is enough to give him reasons to mock you. It will be hell to have to look at his face on Monday, but you will survive. Who knows, he might have indigestion from the hotel's coffee and need to stay hospitalized for a year or two?
Yeah, and who knows, you might as well find Santa on the sidewalk handing out Easter eggs.
You slam the door hard as you walk into your apartment. You are so angry that you could set your own shoes on fire—with you in them! - if that can make Namjoon suffer in some way. you throw your bag on the couch and collapses on it. Sabrina appears wrapped in her bath towel, her hair still dripping, and her mouth covered in white foam.
"Someone got lucky last night..." she grumbles, stopping to brush her teeth for a second.
"You have no idea what happened!" Restless, you get on your feet and goes straight to the tiny kitchen. You open the old blue fridge and takes out a can of soda in an attempt to get rid of the nausea caused by the hangover.
Sabrina follows you, spitting white foam into the kitchen sink and rinsing her mouth right there.
"It wasn't good?"
"Good?" You take a sip of your soda before answering. The gas making your eyes water. "It was horrible! My boss doesn't want me to know that I had sex with him."
She frowns. "Why would your boss have any interest in your personal life? Jungkook is a freelancer, not an employee of the magazine. This is not about Namjoon."
“Sabrina.” You stare at her. "My boss doesn't want me to know that I had sex with him!"
"I already heard it. And it's comical to say the least! How could he want you to not know you had sex with Jungkook? This is the kind of thing girls always know..."
"Not always. But you still don't understand. I didn't have sex with Jungkook, Sa. It was with Namjoon!" You explain in a cry. "My boss doesn't want me to know that I had sex with him, my boss, Namjoon Kim."
She widens her eyes. "What?"
"I know!"
You go back to the living room and throw yourself on the couch again. Soda splashing on the dress, but neither Sabrina nor you care.
“Eeeeeee… look.” She sits down next to you. "I don't understand anything, but it's kind of ridiculous that Namjoon doesn't want you to know he's had sex with you. You were there, weren't you?"
"Yeah, but I was really drunk and didn't remember much when I woke up. Then that son of a bitch took advantage of it."
"From your drinking?" she wants to know, horrified.
"Oh no. He was drunk too. I think even more than I was. he took advantage of my lapse of memory because of the hangover. Then I remembered everything. Or almost everything. The parts that matter, at least."
“Okay, breathe and start again." She grabs your shoulders and shakes you lightly. “You went out to meet Jungkook."
"I did, but he had a last-minute work call the kitchen of the government palace exploded and he had to run there."
“Okay, he stood you up. And how did Namjoon get into this story?"
“Namjoon happens to be staying at the hotel where I was going to have dinner with Jungkook. He found me a little pissed off at the bar, because Jimin showed up there with his fiancée,” you say.
"Jimin is getting married?!"
"Yes. The woman must have about two meters of legs and straight hair like an Indian. She said they met last month. Last month, Sa! He came after me at that time. He's an asshole!"
“I never thought he was anything else.” She shakes her head. "But, going back to the story, Jimin showed up there with his fiancée and..."
"And then I got bad, and a little later Namjoon showed up, and he's also enjoying a heart break, because his girlfriend kicked him out. We started drinking vodka..."
“Two broken hearts and vodka." She clicks her tongue. "A terrible combination!"
"It is. I woke up this morning in his room. Both of us naked. And then the bastard pretended he didn't have sex with me!"
"Maybe he doesn't remember." She tries to comfort you. "You said he was very drunk, and you didn't remember right away."
You shake your head, and it isn't a good idea. You brain seems to have the consistency of jello.
“He found the condom wrapper,” you tell her. "Oh, he remembers. He knows!"
"What a jerk!"
"That's what I'm saying! I can't believe I had sex with him. He is my boss, damn it!" And you throw yourself against the back of the couch, covering your face with your forearm.
"Hard one! so? What's he like?"
You snort. "Oh, Sabrina, do I know?"
“So, it was bad. If it had been good, you would remember."
You drop your arm into your lap and look at her. “I'm not sure about that. I was drunk. And you know what's worse?" You straighten up a little, facing her. "He's a fraud! A complete fraud! You look at him and what you see is a pair of nerd glasses, disheveled hair, and ridiculous ties. But it's all facade! Suddenly the guy takes off his clothes and glasses and transforms, he has a body of a god and the biggest... I've ever seen."
"Oh, yes?" She shifts on the couch, holding the towel wrapped around her body, curiosity stamps her delicate face. "And what else?"
"He's has a six pack! Really, one full of buds, like a pile of mini hamburger buns that make you want to lick. How does Namjoon, Namjoon! Has a six pack like that?"
That is what pisses you off the most. Namjoon was a complete geek and didn't even try to hide it. Nerds, geeks, or any other species of the genre do not have a six pack is completely against the rules. It is the same as buttering your shoes and putting it on.
Unthinkable. Inconceivable. Revolting!
“He must work out,” you friend argues. "Surely he must spend hours at the gym pumping iron."
"And the ass? You needed to see the dimples that... Argh!" You sink to your head in your hands. "Look at me! It's about my boss's ass that I'm talking, damn it! I hate Namjoon even more for making me think about his ass."
Sabrina laughs. “To tell you the truth, I always thought Namjoon was really hot."
You roll your eyes. “He's the biggest jerk that ever walked this planet."
“A really hot jerk,” she insists.
"A jerk who doesn't want me to know he fucked me!"
"Again, you realize how ridiculous that sounds, don't you?"
“This whole situation is ridiculous!" you admit. "But if he wants to pretend that nothing happened, so it's ok. I will do the same. Actually, I would really like to fulfill his wish and not know that I went to bed with him."
"What about Jungkook?"
You groan again, lifting your head.
"He'll think I'm the biggest hoe when he finds out what I've done." you grumble.
Sabrina hugs you. "And what right does he have to think anything? He is not your boyfriend nor your date. You don't owe him any satisfaction about your life. And he stood you up anyway."
"He had to cover a story!"
"Stood up!" she insists seriously.
"Fine!" You roll your eyes. “He stood me up. Happy now?"
"Not really. I wanted you to be happy, or that at least you had had fun." She clicks her tongue, grimacing. "I knew that I couldn't let you go alone. You always do everything wrong! Casual sex is supposed to fun and crazy, shouldn't cause you trouble. You won't go out alone to drink anymore. Who knows what you might do next time? Marry a madman?"
“I don't doubt it. So, what are you going to do today?" She stands up, adjusting the towel around her body.
"I'm going to the mall to see how the work is going. I still can't believe I got this account! It's a hell of a job, and they trusted my work. You're really good at fortune telling."
"It's a zodiac," you correct. “And I'm not good at all. You are a fantastic professional. It was merit, not magic."
“Maybe so, but you got it right again."
You go to the shower, then take two aspirins, but I don’t feel any better. Too restless and irritated. It doesn’t help much that memories of the previous night began to become clearer. You wonder happened to your common sense when you agreed to go to Namjoon's room. With all the man in the planet, he is the last one you could imagine sharing a crazy night of sex.
You end up dozing off on the couch most of the afternoon, and around six o'clock you cross the hallway to say goodbye to Taehyung and Beatriz. The apartment is all organized, and Tae, hidden under a pile of suitcases.
"How long are you going to stay out? Ten years?" You ask in same moment Yeotan jumps on your leg. You caress his head, and he rolls onto his back.
"I told her," Taehyung laughs. "But Beatriz doesn't believe there are stores of clothes there."
Bea rolled her eyes. "You never know what I'm going to need, I have to be prepared. I was just on my way to your apartment. There is a small change of plans. I won't have to bother you... too much," she adds apprehensive. "My brother and his wife fought. He's going to stay here for a while, and he offered to take care of Yeotan. But I wanted to ask you a favor. Jonnie is closed up, you know? Not much of a talker, keeps his feelings to himself. He looks fine, he swore he is fine, but I don't know. I am worried about him. It would it be too much if I asked you to take a look on it from time to time?"
"I don't think he's going to like being babysat, Bea."
“I know, that's why I thought you'd use Yeotan as an excuse. You can come see if he's ok and stuff. Can you do that, Y/n? He knows I don't trust him enough to leave Yeotan unsupervised. I warned him that you are going to come by to make sure he doesn't let my baby stave to death."
You have no intention of babysitting anyone, but you know what it is like to have a brother who doesn't talk much. One that never says how he really feels. Although a bit reluctant, you end up accepting the mission.
"Fine. I'll pop in every now and then to see how he and Yeotan are doing."
Perfect! My brother will meet us at the airport to pick up the keys and then go pack his things to come here tomorrow. Can Yeotan sleep with you today, right?"
“Of course, Bea."
"Oh, Y/n, you're the best! And, you know, I'll tell you that, despite being worried, I'm a little relieved about Jonnie’s breakup. Looks like he'll finally have a chance to be happy."
“He must be devastated, Bea,” you say.
“It doesn't look like it, but that's the problem with my brother. He never shows what he feels. I spoke to him almost now. He went on a drinking spree yesterday woke up with the biggest hangover. Looks like he went out with a friend threw everything up in the air. You will like him. Jonnie is fun and a very nice person. Thinking about..." She looks at you from head to toe, smiling in a mischievous way that you don't like at all. “You two really match. You're still single, right? Was yesterday's date just... a random date?"
“I was stood up.” You shrug.
"Wonderful!" She claps her hands.
"Bea!" Taehyung calls her out, adjusting the handles of the suitcases in a way he could carry them all.
"Oh, sorry, Y/n," she hurries. "But you just got dumped, didn't you?"
“Actually, I kicked him—”
“Whatever,” she cut you off, excited. "The important thing is that my brother also ended a story and..."
"And in two broken hearts the flame of love can bloom" Taehyung jokes.
"That!" she agrees. "Just wait until you meet Jonnie. You'll love my brother as soon as you set your eyes on him."
Sabrina is still asleep when someone rings the doorbell. Yeotan jumps on you, barking hysterically, then jumps out of bed and continues with his morning tantrum to your closed bedroom door. You understand him. Who knocks on someone's door before noon on a Sunday? it is probably Jonnie who came to get the puppy. You get out of bed muttering, you toss the egg-yellow bathrobe with black stripes on the sleeves your brother had given it to you last month—Hoseok got it at the gym where he works—and opens the bedroom door. Yeotan bolts into the room, his barking so high that it echoes through the whole apartment. It doesn’t help much that Bea's brother keeps ringing the bell.
"I'm coming!" You yell in a bad mood, even so the person continues pressing the button, causing Yeotan to throw a fit fit of a pop star. "God dammit! I already heard!"
You open the door angrily. Your eyes widen.
"I'm not pressing, I think the button is stuck..."
You slam the door closed. Yeotan keeps barking and the damn bell keeps on screaming.
“Shut up,” you plead the little dog, while trying to breathe slowly. What is Namjoon doing here?
"Y/n?" comes the muffled voice.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!
You run your hands through your hair trying to tame it, rubs your eyes and ties the robe belt. This is not how you want him to see you after what had happened. Not that you care about what he thinks of you...so no problems. All you want to know is what the hell he is doing here.
"Namjoon." you flash a cold smile as you open the door again.
"I thought it was you." He lifts his glasses with his index finger, looking embarrassed. "How are you?"
"It depends. What are you doing here?" You give a few punches on the doorbell switch. With a strange groan, the screaming ceases. Yeotan continues his show.
“I'm going to live here for a while." He pointed to the open door of Beatriz's apartment.
"You're Bea's brother!" It isn't a question. It is a sentence of announcement of your death.
“And you're the neighbor who's going to babysit me,” he jokes.
"I guess so."
You bent down to pick up Yeotan and try to get him to stop barking. It works for about eight seconds. As Namjoon studies the little dog, his eyes get bigger and bigger behind the lens.
“For God's sake, tell me this isn't Yeotan."
“No. Not this. Is Yeotan. Say hi to Uncle Jonnie,” you scoff, picking up the dog's paw and shaking it lightly.
Namjoon's cheeks redden at the nickname.
"I'm going to kill Beatriz," he mutters. "And I'm not going to take care of it this!"
"Oh, yes you will. You promised your sister. she left me in charge to check that Yeotan is being treated well. I'll have to tell on you if you don't take good care of him."
"But he's a Pomeranian! How am I going to go walk on the street with that?"
“The same way you would go out with your dog. He's just furry, Namjoon."
"It's a Pomeranian!" he repeats, as if that explained everything.
"I'm pretty sure it's still not possible to do race swaps in laboratory. I think it's best to accept is as soon as possible he's a Pomeranian." It makes him laugh, and those tiny crescents appears on his cheeks.
"So, you're not funny just when you're drunk." He sticks his hands in jeans pockets.
You blush. Friday night is the last thing you expect him to mention. You lower your eyes to his chest, staring at the shirt with the print of a fat ghost wedged into a red forbidden symbol.
"I don't think so," you mutter, handing Yeotan to him.
He holds it with only one hand and tucks it under his arm, like a pack of beer. "So, we'll be neighbors," he comments.
You are sure you have been a bad, very, very bad person in another life. Only then you would be able to accept that Namjoon, your arrogant rude, disheveled boss, who took you to bed and didn't tell you, is going to live in apartment opposite of yours.
"Is what it seems."
"Well... we'll see you around."
"See you."
You close the door and leans against it. Despicable asshole! Not one word about what happened on Friday. Men really are worthless. And that includes Jungkook, who stood you up. The one to blame for what happened between you and Namjoon.
"What scandal was that?" Sabrina appears, yawning, her blond hair pointing in different directions.
"Bea's brother came to get Yeotan."
"And why do you have that face? You can see Yeotan whenever you want." She goes into the kitchen to make breakfast.
"Because Bea's brother, that Jonnie, is Namjoon," you follow.
"Which Namjoon?"
"Sabrina! How many Namjoon’s do I know?"
"Oh my God!" She drops a spoonful of dark powder on the sink. "What did you do in your past life, Y/n?"
“I was wondering the same thing. I don't want to have to see Namjoon every day after work. I don't even want to see him during working hours!"
"How come you never knew that Namjoon was Bea's brother?"
"I don’t know. She always says my brother this, Jonnie that…” you take the sponge on the sink and starts to clean up the mess. "The guy never comes here. And she never mentioned that her brother worked at a magazine."
"And does she know you work at a magazine?"
"I'm not sure. I mentioned it once or twice but I'm not sure if she really listened. Beatriz is a wonderful person, but she and Taehyung match much more than it seems. She's got her head in the Stock Exchange cloud, and don't really listen to what people say."
“Then I will call it an unfortunate coincidence.” Sabrina laughs.
“And I will call it karma."
You make some toast to settle your stomach, which is sated by the monster hangover from previous day, while Sabrina tells you about her thing with Seokjin. You hear part but ends up getting distracted by the barking dog across the hall. For a moment you hate Alexia kicking Namjoon out and with that forcing you to see him more than your sanity allows.
You shake your head and returns your attention to your friend. She is a little sulked this morning. Seokjin, also known as Prince Charming, won't be able to see her on Sunday. You are a little surprised to find out that she has that kind of expectation with someone she'd known for two weeks.
“I'm going to visit my grandmother later,” you tell her. "If you want, you can come with me."
"You just saved my Sunday!" She hugs you tightly. "You know I love visiting your grandmother."
"But you'll have to promise not to ask her to tell your fortunes."
"Promise. But if she wants to read it, I can't say no, right? Would be very impolite to refuse."
You roll your eyes. You grandmother always managed to tell everyone's fortunes. She can't resist taking a look at the fates of others, likes to know what the letters, coffee grounds, or the palm of someone's hand has to say. It is like a cosmic Facebook for her.
After Sabrina and you have cleaned up the house, you hit the road and in less than an hour, you are already parking at your grandmother's place. Like every Sunday, all your uncles, aunts and cousins are there. It takes at least twenty minutes for you to get inside the house, because it is necessary to kiss and hug each one of the relatives, and not only a few. You find Grandma in the kitchen, with half a dozen of other aunts and cousins, finishing lunch.
“You're late,” she says, not turning to look at you. "It would have been useful to have more hands to help prepare food."
"Your blessing, grandma. And I didn't say I was coming,” you object.
“God bless you, darling. I knew you would. Hi Sabrina."
"Good morning, Grandma Cecilia. Want some help?" your friend asks.
"Help is always welcome. Can you give a hand to Sarah and take the dishes, dear?"
"Of course."
“And you, Y/n, come help me with the food." it isn't a request.
You help grandma carry the food out to the yard. Two long tables of wood have already been laid. Sabrina seems very comfortable among your romani relatives. Much more than you feel, actually. Not that you don't like your roots, you just don't understand or agree with some things. Like an arranged marriage, no pants or short hair for women, separate a couple if they don't conceive a child soon. All very archaic for you.
As soon as the food is served, everyone organizes themselves around the tables. Men take the longest. All the women huddle around each other. Every time you question grandma about why men and women never sit together at the table, she rolls her eyes and says, “This is why I hate your father!”
Grandma Cecilia’s food is very spicy and delicious, and you end up repeating the rice with lamb and walnuts. Then grandma thinks it is fair that you wash all the dishes, since you weren't there to prepare lunch. And there are too many! But it's alright. You go wash the dishes without complaining, because lately grandma and you can't talk without arguing.
However, while you are washing and Sabrina is drying the dishes, Grandma sit back by the doorframe, crossing her arms, which make her bracelets jingle like bells.
“You look different,” she says.
"I am? How different?"
"You are tense."
Sometimes your grandmother really seems to know things. She remains there, watching you silently until you finish the job. When you get rid of the apron, she takes you by the hand.
“Oh, grandma, no. I don't want you to." But it is too late. Is it over she studies your palm with a frown. Her thin finger run along one of the lines.
“He's here,” she announces, still looking at your hand.
"Who?"
“Your man. The one who will make you happy. You already met him."
"Really?" Not that you believe your palm knows what's going to happen in the future. But one thing you are sure: Grandma is always right. Whether by magic, instinct, or anything else, she always gets the predictions right.
"Yes, and you can ruin everything," she adds.
"That's news!" Sabrina moans.
Your grandma looks up quickly and looks at you. At that moment she's no longer Grandma Cecilia talking. It is the Romani Sapphire. "You should stop doing what you're doing. It's dangerous, Y/n."
You swallow hard. you know what she is talking about. “I got a freelance job,” you hear yourself saying in a snatch of voice. “Maybe I'll stop soon."
"It's good." She nods and then looks at Sabrina, who's smiles anxiously, like a younger daughter greedy for her mother's attention. Grandma takes her hand and is direct: “You met the right man at the wrong time."
"Oh my God! Why is it the wrong time?" the anguish stamps her beautiful face.
“I don't know, honey, but you'll find out soon enough."
Your friend is devastated after it, and even when you try to cheer her up telling her not to believe everything your grandmother said, she doesn’t give you attention.
“Your grandmother is the most powerful fortune teller I know. If she says it's the wrong time, so it's the wrong time.” She points at Grandma once you are left alone.
"And if you listen to that, you'll end up doing something stupid and turn what she said into reality. That's how this “prediction of the future,” works Sa."
"I can't believe you're saying your grandmother is a charlatan!”
“It's not that. But seriously! Now you're going to be thinking that something will go wrong with Seokjin, and you're going to do everything to make sure that doesn't happen, right?"
"Obviously!" she replies as if she is talking to a child.
"So, you're going to get so obsessed with what my grandma said you're going to forget to enjoy what is happening now, it will end up changing and screwing everything with the guy you like."
"But your grandmother said it's not the right time!" she insists.
“That's for you to decide, not my grandmother or the palm of your hand."
"Can you believe you've already met the man of your life?"
You hesitate. “I think there's a good chance Jungkook is someone special, but then to be the man of my life has a big difference. I barely know him. Although I'm very attracted to him, I can't say whether or not he's the one I will love. The lid to my pan."
"So, you're not worried about what Grandma Cecilia said?" About you screwing it all?
"Not even a little."
Sabrina is right on one point: even if Jungkook finds out you went to bed with Namjoon, he can't say anything, because you haven't gone out yet. You have everything under control.
That's it, it everything will be all right.
Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.
Genre: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count: 5.906
Warnings: Cursing; drinking; Namjoon is a true A-hole
Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?
Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.
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You march a little frustrated to the agenda meeting on Monday. The Zodiac has been well accepted. Proof of this is the amount of emails that clog up your inbox. Most women saying that Liz is good, that she gets her predictions right, that a friend said she read the weekly zodiac before making any decision, to make sure that she's doing the right thing. That scares you a little and makes you a lot angry. You don't want people to listen to what you write, but what can you do? Some people simply choose to believe! And if the column continued to receive so many compliments, Namjoon would never take you out of that crap.
And to be honest, that isn't the only reason for the bad mood. Your weekend was…normal. You went to the mall with Sabrina, then to the movies. You had lunch with Bea and Tae and in the afternoon, you deep cleaned the apartment. All the same, no calls from Jungkook or anything.
So, when you see Yoongi enter the newsroom that morning, you are filled with expectations. But it doesn’t last long. He informs you that Jungkook will stay in the South for a few more days, covering a fashion event, and that he doesn't know when he will be back.
"Very good. Let's see where we stand," Namjoon said in his pragmatic tone, after everyone is settled into their respective places.
He looks the same as always, focused, always on the phone with some important sponsor, running the magazine impeccably. However, sometimes you watch him, and you can see a certain bitterness, abandonment in his eyes. The fact that Ella got photos of Alexia at a club on the weekend, surrounded by handsome men, probably didn't help him overcome the loss. Worse, after the photos, everyone deduced that the end had been because of one of those guys, and you lost your fifty bucks.
"The number of complaints dropped seven percent in the last week if compared to previous ones,” Namjoon announces, studying a spreadsheet. "No threat against any reporter this time. Very good, Ella."
"Hallelujah!" she laughs. "It's getting boring when they threaten to blow me up."
"Copies sales went up by three percent." Namjoon arches a brow and a half-smile creep across his lip.
"That's great!" Hani exclaims.
"But it's not enough," he corrects her, his face returning to objective. "We need to make the numbers grow even more. A lot more! What do we have for this week?"
Absolute silence falls over the room. You can hear Ella gnawing her nails. She plucks up the courage and shifts in her chair. "I thought I'd try an exclusive with Alexia Aremberg,” she blurts out.
You hold your breath.
“That is out of the question." Namjoon doesn't even blink to answer.
“She's news,” Ella argues. "Competitors will publish something, whether you like it or not. Looks like TopNews is already trying an exclusive..."
Namjoon looks down at his hands, clasped together on the table, his jaw cracks when he hears the name of the rival magazine, and takes a deep breath.
"This magazine is already starting to piss me off. Alright, Ella" he gives in. "Get it. I want new photos. Call Jungkook to go with you."
Namjoon acts like a true professional, distancing himself from the private life matter in sake of his career. You could never achieve such a feat. Perhaps that's why he is the Head-editor, and you are the zodiac girl. But despite the professional posture, his discomfort is visible. You want to do something for him, make him feel better. Maybe, you don't know, give him a bar of chocolate and lie that it's diet.
“The guy is still the South, I think,” Ella explained.
“By the time you manage to schedule the interview with Alexia, he'll be on his way back. If not, call another photographer." He sounds indifferent, and without taking a breath, he changes the subject and turns to face you "We never received so many complimentary messages. Y/n, your zodiac is a success. Very good job." And then he goes to Yoongi, demanding to know more about the week's article.
You blink, stunned by the sudden change in topic, but a smile spread across your face. Okay, you know it is nothing that can change the world, or will shake the structures of society, but your boss complimented your work — and got your name right. And all at once!
“That's all, folks,” he says at last and dismisses you.
You leave the room with the others and heads for the reception. Phone ringing you reluctant looks at the screen. Is not Jungkook.
"Hello?"
"Hi, my name is Jessy. You sent me your resume and a small text. Do you remember? I found very interesting..."
Your heart nearly jumps out of your throat. Oh my God! This could be your big chance calling? You just don’t remember who this Jessy is. You sent your resume for so many people...
"I really like the way you write. I can't have you in our journalist’s team for the time being, but I would like to make an offer."
All well. It isn't your big chance calling. Still. Maybe that will bring you closer to it.
"I'm all ears."
"We thought of creating a section aimed at singles. Whatever you want to write, as long as it doesn't stray from the topic. It will be monthly. Let's test it and see how readers react."
"It's a freelance job." And a way to get a column if it works out. You will have an article published under your real name! "All right, I'm in,” You reply quickly.
"That's great! Write down my email and phone, please feel free to ask whatever you want. And welcome to TopNews magazine, honey."
Your mouth drops open and for a full minute you can only blink. "TopNews?” Oh no!
"Yes! As soon as you have the first article, send it to me and I will explain some clauses of our contract to you."
"I…" Oh, my God, now what? Namjoon will kill you if he finds out you are working for the rival. You can't lose your steady job. "I... Can I think about it a little bit?"
It takes her by surprise. “I thought you wanted the column, that you took it."
"It's just... I didn't realize the enormity of the..." You look at your sides and lowers you voice, afraid someone can hear you. "Your magazine. I think I'm a little insecure."
“Oh, that's normal. Give it some thought, then. I cannot count on you if you think you won't be able to handle the pressure." And she hangs up.
Oh God, why? Why did everything have to be complicated in your life? Why couldn't it be any other magazine? Why did it have to be the competitor of Just-Facts? Namjoon will fire you if he finds out, and from what you heard, the freelance money is good, but it won't be enough to cover the month expenses. You need the steady job, the paychecks dropping in your account every day 6. Running a hand through your hair and taking a deep breath. What will you do now?
Can you try to act behind the back? What if Namjoon finds out?
Your phone rings again. You are so stunned that you don't even check who it is. And this time it's Jungkook.
"Hi Babe. Is our Friday date still on?"
"Oh, hi. I didn't know if you would make it back in time, so I was waiting you call me to confirm."
"A sweet job offer appeared here in the South, but I only accepted because I knew that I would be free on Friday. I'll finish today and go home tomorrow. what means I'm all yours on Friday. If you still want me, of course,” he adds, and you can almost feel the smile in his voice.
You repress a sigh. Jungkook is pure sensuality, and even over the phone he can make you shiver from head to toe.
"I want to. I mean... The date. It's still on, of course."
"Excellent. You would break my heart if you canceled. I'll call you on Friday if we don't happen to bump into each other on the magazine."
"Fine. Until Friday then."
You need to decide soon what to wear for the date. Sabrina has a beautiful dress that maybe she can borrow you.
"Hi, my name is Natacha. I came for the job interview,” said a girl of just over three meters from you. She has blonde hair styled in a Mohawk full of purple and pink tips. The shirt is ripped and the lilac top glows over pale skin. The black ballerina tulle skirt over the leggings makes her tiny figure look like some kind of dark fairy.
You ask Natacha to follow you to Namjoon's office. Knocking on the door telling him about the candidate for the receptionist position. She walks in, looking very comfortable, an unusual thing for someone facing a job interview. In less than ten minutes, Namjoon calls you.
“Y/n, please show Natacha what she has do. Then come to my office."
Then the girl appears in front of you, her face the same bored one from before. She doesn't look happy to get the job. But you do. You are radiant. Goodbye, phone, emails, and coffee.
"Well, here's the phonebook with all the numbers you're going to need..." You explain the whole service to her and introduce her to some of the journalists who are in the newsroom.
“Cool,” she says, in that disinterested way.
You like her. And it will be wonderful to have someone who doesn't freak out as soon as the boss starts yelling. You head the head-editor office.
"Happy?" he asked as soon as you walk in.
You are about to say yes, that you are very happy, especially for him bothering to ask you, when you notice the phone glued to his ear.
“Okay,” he says into the phone. "We can sort it all out friendly if you give the exclusive to Ella. humm. Sure." And he hangs up.
By the depressed tone, you know it's Alexia on the other end of the line. He seems lost in thoughts, staring at the silent phone. You don’t know what to do. Should you hope he remembers your existence, or should you get out? You choose the second option, and is already halfway through the door when he speaks, without looking up:
"I hate this."
Yeah, the first conversation after the breakup is nothing pleasant, even if it's over the phone. And that's why you say:
"I am really sorry." And you feel it.
“Good for you, because I still don't know how I feel."
“It takes a while."
“At least we'll have the exclusive." He throws the phone over the table and reaches for a cheap pen in the pencil holder.
"You didn't have to," you mutter pitying him. "Ella would have figured it out."
"Maybe, but recently TopNews has made Just-Facts seem mediocre. I can't risk the magazine's future by getting involved with someone who is in the news. If readers want to know is about Alexia's personal life, I, as a professional, must and will show them."
You don't know what to say, especially with the mention of the rival, to which you are supposed to do sporadic jobs. So, you are silent, looking at a little red toy plane on the shelf behind his desk, biting your lip until it bleeds.
"Did Natacha understand the job?" he wants to know, more composed, going back to the Namjoon you are used to.
“There's not much to understand, but she seems quite at ease. I can ask something?"
He stares at you, tilting his head. You take it as a yes.
“I thought you were going to interview a few more candidates before deciding who would take the job. Well, that's how it was with me."
He gives you a cynical smirk. "Natacha didn't give a fuck when I said there is a big possibility of her losing her job in the next two or three months, because the magazine is on the brink of bankruptcy."
"Oh. Right."
So, in the end, you wouldn't be cheating on Just-Facts if you accept Jessy's proposal, isn't it? You would just be securing your future if the magazine closes. You have no reason to feel bad about it. Yeah, and maybe it will rain jellybeans one of these days...
"Probably after Ella’s story hits the press" he begins "the bet will come to an end."
"Oh no, it's over," you interrupt him. "We lost."
"We?" He frowns.
You never wanted the ground to open up and swallow you so badly as in this moment.
“It's just… well.” you clear your throat. "I thought it was safe to bet the same as you, but we lost."
"What?!"
“Ahn- Ella got some pictures of Alexia and… she was with… uh… some friends, I think... People de-deduced that one of them was... um... the cause of…umm…end of your relationship…,” you add, mortified.
"But it wasn't!" Namjoon then gets up and walks around the table. "I'm going to talk to these idiots. They think they'll get some money at my expense, but no!"
“No, Namjoon!" you yell grabbing him by the arm as he passes by.
He glares at your hand on his wrist. You release him and takes a step back.
"You can't do this," You mutter.
"Sure, I can. It's my money!"
"And mine too! But if you talk to them, they'll know I knew the result all the time. In fact, they'll know that I made the bet for you, and they'll think that I'm an asshole that can't be trusted."
"And you think I care to what happens to you?"
You take another a step back, swallowing hard. Humiliation isn't quite the word for what you feel. Namjoon surveys you and his expression changes. He closes his eyes, shaking his head.
"Fuck! Sorry, Y/n. That's not what I meant."
"You don't need to say sorry." You try to use as much composure as you can possibly handle. “You're just doing your part."
"Of being a jerk of a boss," he says huffing awkwardly.
Your eyes fix on his. "I'm glad everyone here knows their job well." — What the hell? He is your boss, but that doesn't mean he has the right to talk to you like that.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers, looking mortified. "I haven't been good company to anyone these last few days."
"Do you need anything else?"
Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he takes a deep breath before saying:
"For you to forget you spoke to me today...?"
"As you wish." you feel your eyes prickling, but you don't allow any tears to fall.
You leave his office and goes straight to the bathroom. Instead of screaming, you take your phone, dialed the number, making sure you are alone, and waits, she answers on the third ring.
"Jessy? Hi, it's Y/n. I already thought. If the offer still stands, I'm in. I want the column."
Forty-eight hours have never felt so long. But there it is, the beautiful and cool Friday night. And, in addition to the clear sky and the pleasant warmth, it also brings the prospect of a wonderful late night next to a man beyond hot.
Jungkook called you in the late afternoon, confirming the date. He has chosen a very trendy restaurant, which you found very encouraging. You are ready in your favorite dress from Sabrina's wardrobe — a strapless purple with a wide belt of the same fabric — which you match with the black sandals that she had given you for good luck in the job interview at Just-Facts.
Silver bracelets covers your wrists and hoops dangle from your ears. Sabrina has already gone out with Seokjin. They have only met three times, even if they spoke daily on the phone. You are crazy to meet him, but it is too soon to introduce him to you. Sa is in the clouds, even more after the multimillion-dollar renovation of a high-end mall fell on her table. She was already making plans to buy her dream Swan armchairs, to place in the living room of your first apartment, with the bonus she will get. You are not sure why Sabrina is so fascinated by those armchairs. For you, they are just overpriced, uncomfortable-looking armchairs. But the fact is that they are the apple of her eyes since she was in university.
You grab your bag and, puts a smile on your face, leaving the house.
"Wow, Looking good!" Beatriz, who's arriving at that moment looks at you from head to toe.
“I met a nice guy,” You say quickly, excitedly.
"I see. So, are you excited?"
"Very!"
"Condom?" She asks, arching an eyebrow.
"I don't have sex the first date, Bea."
She rolls her eyes. "Condom?" She insists.
“In the bag,” you mutter, blushing. "And you, have you finished packing up for the trip?"
“Mine is ready. Taehyung hasn't even started.”
You laugh. That is just like him. “What time is the flight?"
Afraid that her parents could convince her to stay for the party, Bea anticipated the vacations. She and Tae would board the next day.
"Nine o'clock," she says. "We'll leave early, around six, to avoid any problems. You know how it is, traffic is crazy..."
"Then I'll come to say goodbye earlier and pick up Yeotan."
"It breaks my heart to have to leave my baby," she moans, leaning against the pale blue wall.
"I'll take good care of him, Bea," You promise.
"I know." She smiles slightly. "Now go to your date, the traffic is hell today."
You take the car in front of the building and drive with sweaty hands, to the south area of the city. The restaurant is on the ground floor of one of the most chic hotels in town. Jungkook had the trouble to make a reservation. You can't stop smiling, even though your stomach is playing elevator, going up and down from hell. The valet takes a look at your car with something like horror in his eyes as you pull up to the hotel entrance. You don't think he is used to seeing popular cars around here.
"You have to step on the clutch twice to engage reverse.” you pass him the keys. "And the handbrake isn't that great, so it's better to leave it engaged."
He keeps looking at the car for another minute before blinking and shaking his head once.
"Yes ma'am." And he climbs into the car taking it to the underground parking.
You check out your look, smoothing the dress to dry your damp hands. You square your shoulders and climb the eight steps that lead to the restaurant. The place is beautiful. An immense canvas by a famous painter covered one of the walls, modern chandeliers hang from the ceiling, delicate arrangements decorating the tables. You look around the hall, but Jungkook hasn't arrived. Instead of going to the hostess and go to the reserved table, you decide it is better to wait for him at the bar, right there at the entrance.
You order a glass of white wine and double-checked your appearance on the mirror behind the counter. Some strands are starting to come a bit loose. You try to tame them but gives up. Jungkook wouldn't mind some loose strands, right?
Where the hell is he? Half an hour has passed and no Jungkook has appeared. Your anxiety only grows. How much longer should you wait before leaving? And most importantly, how much is the wine you are drinking? Maybe you shouldn't have ordered the second glass without looking at the price...
Your phone rings. You look at the screen and all your excitement start to dissipate.
“I am so sorry, princess.” Jungkook's soft voice echo in your ear. "But you won't believe what just happened! It looks like there was an explosion in the kitchen of the government palace."
"Oh my God! Did someone get hurt?"
“No one important, as far as I've heard. They are suspecting a terrorist attack."
You need to confess that the coldness with which he says that shocks you a little, but, hey, how many disasters must he have seen already?
“I'm sorry,” he goes on. "Much more than I can say now, but I'm running there. I'll try to take some pictures. Forgive me, Y/n."
All that make-up, waxing and effort to get into Sabrina's dress, all your anxiety and nervousness for nothing. He is not coming.
“I understand,” You force yourself to say. "It's your job."
"Is it okay to reschedule for another day?"
“We'll get together another time." You hang up.
You drink the rest of your wine and is building up the courage to ask for the check, and leave a considerable part of your paycheck there, when someone calls.
"Y/n!"
There it is. Your deepest wish fulfilled. You would have laughed if it wasn't tragic. Jimin smiles shyly at you. By the lustful look, you know that you do look great tonight. Okay, you miss the chance to rub the hot photographer in his face. But that's it, you just can't have everything in life.
"Wow, you look… beautiful!" he exclaims. "Are you waiting for someone?"
"Yeah… I'm waiting for someone. A guy. A doctor. Very hot. He likes to go to the gym."
His smile falters. Jimin hates working out. Once he said only idiots would lose time on a gym. He is the lean type, with fair skin and silky hair, his coffee like eyes stare into yours.
"How are things at the magazine?" he wants to know.
“I got a column a few weeks ago."
"Serious? Y/n, you deserve it. I know how hard you worked to get a nice job. You should have called me to break the news." He examines you once more and licks his lips. “You really are… Wow!"
A model like woman with straight hair and bangs over her eyebrows perch on his shoulder. Your ex averted his eyes from your cleavage and looks at her, a little embarrassed, putting his arm around her waist.
"Tati, I want to introduce you to Y/n, a friend. Y/n, this is Tatiana my... hmm..."
"Fiancée" she finishes, glaring at him.
You freeze, staring at him.
"Fiancée?"
He looks away.
"It is... I... thought it was time to settle down."
"Funny. Unless I got it all wrong, some weeks ago you seemed pretty single when you came to me and made a scene in in front of my work."
"We met a month ago." Tatiana stares at her fiancée. Then she caresses his chin with her red-painted fingernails.
“We decided to get married last weekend,” he says.
“Congratulations,” you greet. "I hope this time you can be faithful."
An awkward silence descends, until Jimin finally decides to put an end to the agony.
“Well, it was great seeing you, Y/n. Who knows, maybe we'll all have dinner together one of these days. Me and Tati, you, and the doctor... That is, if things between the two of you get serious."
You can't help but notice his dubious tone.
"Oh, it already is" you say. "Very serious. I even let him get food from my plate."
Jimin has never understood your relationship with food. You don't share. Never! Not even with him. Sabrina is always pissing you off about it, saying that a woman never fights over food. It was easy for her to talk. She didn't go her whole life being mugged by her brother. To this day You don't understand how Hobi can eat so much Ever since you were little, he used to steal your snacks. On easter, you would open your chocolates, eat just a little so it would last all week and then hide it in a top-secret place,
that after all it wasn't that secret, since Hobi always found them and devoured everything and put the crumpled paper replacing the chocolate. After years, you decided not to be silly and eat everything on the spot, until there wasn't a single crumb. You ended up getting used to it. If anyone dared to bringing the fork closer to your plate, you are able to growl (and bite!) like an angry dog.
And Jimin knows it, that's why the shock is so evident on his face.
"Is it really that serious?" he asks, looking hurt.
“The other day I even let him eat the last slice of pizza without an argument. Do you believe it?" You lie, delivering the final blow. Pizza is your favorite food.
"Wow! He must be very special to you."
“Oh, he's perfect!" Especially because he's an imaginary man.
"We need to go now," Tatiana says, a little angry. "Until any day." And she drags your reluctant ex-boyfriend out of the restaurant.
You drop into the sit, stunned, hurt, and annoyed that you don't have a boyfriend to share your food with.
Jimin is going to get married. How could he marry a woman he only knows for a month? You were together for two years. Two. Years. And he never had mentioned marriage. not that you would have accepted, but still.
“Double vodka, please,” You ask the bartender, still reeling from everything that just happened. Screw it that it cost almost the price of a bottle on the market.
You can't get up to go to the market. That's what money is for. To fulfill your desires. And your wish is vodka. And there it is, like magic, right in front of you.
You down the drink, which tasted like steaming lava, and mentally curses while the alcohol incinerates on your insides. It is good. at least you know that your body is still capable of feeling anything other than anger. you ask for another round. And one more after that.
"Hard day?" Like the plague there he is, Namjoon appears out of nowhere, slipping on the sit next to yours.
You laugh in dismay. "It wasn't good before I saw you, now..." you drink more of your vodka. Amazing how a liquid like this can give courage to cowards. “I just got stood up and found my ex with his future wife."
"Wow. Shit. But if that cheers you up, my day was great too. Got kicked out of my own house last week, and when I tried to get my dog this afternoon, my crazy ex-girlfriend called the police. I had to explain to the chief that I wasn't threatening anyone and that I just wanted to take my dog."
"And did you manage to get him back?"
"No. I want two of these," he asks the bartender, pointing to the cup in your hand. Then he turns to you: "But I managed to get a criminal record."
"Are you serious?"
He nods, two glasses are placed in front of him on the counter. He drinks one of them in one drink.
“I'm staying here. Alexia refuses to let me into my house. I paid for everything there and she won't let me in."
"Namjoon, relax. Things will get settled in time."
Leaning his elbow on the counter, he flashes you a wry smile. "How did you say you were really feeling?" an eyebrow appears behind the ugly glasses.
“You know what, you deserve that Alexia kicked you out of the house. deserve that since you get away for being so rude to everyone." You stand up.
You feel a little dizzy and stumble. Namjoon holds you by the shoulders.
"Oops! Hang in there, girl."
"It's okay. Let me go,” you order, balancing and pulling away from his hands.
"I didn't mean to be rude," he says in a small voice. "Sorry. Please don't go. Drink with me."
“You don't deserve company. Not even your own." He nods enthusiastically.
"You are right. With all reason, but please stay here. I haven't been acting nice lately, and it seems like you're always around when I behave like an asshole, but please don't go. I don't have anyone with whom I can really talk. Everyone keeps telling me that Alexia is just going through a bad moment and that everything will go back to normal. You are the only one who hasn't told me that yet, who, like me, doesn't believe that everything will go back to normal. You kind of understand me, don't you?"
Defying your better judgment, you nod once.
"Then stay," he asks. "Just... stay and listen to me. And tell me to shut up when I'm rude."
“Does that mean you're going to be rude?" You narrow your eyes at him.
"If I'm rude," he corrects and smiles faintly.
You hesitate for a moment. It sucks getting dumped, but still worse is not having anyone to lean on.
"If you're rude again, I'll leave," you warn, glaring at him.
He nods and flashes a shy smile.
“I won't be. Not on purpose. And you should forgive me even if I do, since you are an angel."
"I'm a what?"
“You have wings." He points at your feet. You look down to the wings on the straps of your plastic Vivienne Westwood sandals.
Namjoon goes on. "See, I could have said you were a bat, a pelican, a parrot. It proves I'm not an asshole all the time, right?"
You sit down next to him, stifling your laughter.
“I'm not so sure, but okay."
“You were wearing these sandals on the day of the job interview."
"Yes, I was," you reply, surprised. "Oh, I can't believe you remember my sandal, but couldn't get my name right."
He scratches his head, embarrassed. "So... I remember them because... well... they're interesting."
You let out a long breath.
“Okay, spill it, Namjoon. And just for the record you're the one who will pay the bill."
"I didn't know I was going to have to pay for company," he points out, finding it funny.
“Not for the company, for the drinks. Now speak."
“Two more,” he asks the waiter before starting. "I don't even know what to think. Six years of relationship. Six years, Y/n! And just like that" he snaps his fingers "all of a sudden, Alexia decided she wanted a break, that she wasn't sure what she wants out of her life. Or, in other words, that she isn't sure if she still wants me in her life."
"Not on me to say what everyone else has already told you, but maybe it's just a phrase. Maybe she'll change her mind."
“I'm not sure I want her to change her mind. this time for thinking is not her property, as she believes it is. I've also been thinking a lot. Reevaluating everything and I found that I simply settled down. I don't even know if I want to go back to live with her again."
You nod at him. "I understand. You're going to have to figure out what you want out of your life."
"And until then what do I do?" he huffs. "I sit and wait like a puppy?"
"No. You wait, drinking vodka." You raise the glass in a toast and drinks it.
Namjoon does the same. And after that, you empty many others. As the alcohol get into you, your mood improves considerably, and Namjoon makes a great company. You had never liked him, but this night you like Namjoon a lot. He is so funny!
Especially when he tries to dry his eyes without taking off his glasses after laughing like crazy and they stay crooked in his face for like five minutes before he notices.
"iff zhe want a breeak becauze zhe dooooesn't love me anymore. maybe zhe never loved me really,” he muses.
"Why iz he marrying her? Why did he never wanted to marry me?
"She muzt put on a great show in bed!"
You swivel on the bench, gripping the counter as you nearly lose your balance.
"Huh! You never zlept with Alexia?"
"I'm talking about your Jimin's bride."
You think about what he is saying and think it makes sense. Namjoon is very reasonable. Especially that night.
"Thatz what you zay? That I'm noot good enough because he never wanted to marry me?"
He shrugs and sobs at the same time.
"How am I gonna to know? Guyz get cray enough to aszk women to marry ifff they drive them mad in bed."
"Did you aszk Alexia to marry you?"
"No." He frowns, his glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose.
"Should I have?"
"I dunno. Why didn't you want to marry her?" you stretch out your arm and push his frame with your thumb. It is crooked. "She wazn't good in bed, no?"
"Waz."
"Then...?"
“Dunno Y/n." He tries to straighten his glasses, but it doesn't work. "I dun't think I ztopped to think about it".
"Not once in zix yearz have you ever thought about it?"
"I think not. I dun't remember. I'm kinda confused now. Iz that why zhe kicked me? Why did you want to get married?"
"I think zhe was a zinzer. She dumped you because she wazn't zure what zhe wanted. Becauze of that and becauze men are big zonz of bitchez commanded by their own dick."
"Yez, ma'ma." He raises his glass in a toast.
“And dezpicable." But you toast too.
"Yeah, but it's like that that workz."
"Hey!" You complain after taking a sip. "Who put tequila in my glaz?"
"Huh! It was him." He points to one of the guys behind the counter.
"Which one?" you strain your eyes.
"There waz one, I'm zure, but I'm not."
"There'z five." You narrow your eyes, trying to focus them behind the counter, but they don't stand still. turning to Namjoon. “They don't ztop moving."
"Holy shit!" he shouts, startling you as he brings his face close to yours and examines it very carefully or enough attention, given his condition. "Your eyez are big like the moon."
"Are. Both,” You agree proudly.
He laughs. "So beautiful! Both. you’re so funny." He adjusts his glasses again and they get even more inclined.
"It'z becauze you're drunk."
He nods. "Am, I like you when you iz drunk."
"I alzo like you when I'm drunk."
One of the attendants told you they are closing, but not before hearing your protests. They don't change anything.
"What time iz it?" You ask Namjoon.
“I have no idea. Do you want to continue talking somewhere else? I haz a fridge full of bottles in the room."
You don't know why, but you find it funny. And the fact is, you laugh so hard that you lose your balance, and would have fallen off the high stool if Namjoon hadn't been fast enough to hold you. But he is also a little off balance and ended up pushing you against the counter, fitting in between your thighs. His glasses fall in between the two of you and ended up on your cleavage.
“Nice grip,” Namjoon praises, eyes fixed on your boobs.
He lifts his head and looks at you. Damn it! Without the glasses, Namjoon is just... just...
"zo, Y/n, are you going home?"
Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.
Genre: Slice of life!Au; Journalist!AU; Job Interview!Au
Paring: RM x Reader
Words count: 6.280
Warnings: N/A – Re-telling of a tale
Synopsis: There are only so many things a just graduated student can hope to have to consider life being perfect. Live with your best friend in a cute studio apartment in the city? Check. A nice boyfriend? Check. Car? Check. Being interviewed to your dream job by the journalist that you look up to? Check! What can go wrong?
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The peaceful sound of waves was like a background song while the gentle ocean breeze combed through your hair. Taking another sip of your marguerita you took your eyes off the sunset and looked the man by your side.
Park Jinyoung, young awarded -and flawless- actor. His eyes smiled taking the adorable shape of crescent moons when he saw you looking. He had been smiling all along.
The scenery was perfect. A warm summer sunset by the beach with the love of your life. It didn’t matter that you probably did have sand on your scalp or that your hair, surely, was greasy from the salty air.
“Do you want another one baby?” Jinyoung asked.
“No, I’m good like this!” You replied sweetly.
“Are you sure? Isn’t there anything else I can do to make my precious Y/n, even more comfortable?” He asked sitting up from his resting chair and facing yours.
His hair was parted sideways and pushed back showing his forehead, his button down summery, orange, and blue shirt with tall palm trees, were unbuttoned letting his strong and defined chest in full view for your eyes. Skin sightly damp with a thin layer of sweat due to the hot summer weather and the gorgeous lighting of the setting sun giving him a gold glow.
A dammed drop of sweat ran down his chest towards his trunks, your eyes following and your mouth watering as you wished to run your tongue through the same path.
Jinyoung’s chuckle brings you back from your thoughts. “You know you don’t need to just imagine it; you can do whatever you want to me.”
This was paradise.
“Hm” you hum, sliding your sunglasses to the tip of your nose. “Maybe there is something you could.” You say sensually.
“And what would that be?” He asks sitting on your resting chair and placing a warm palm on your bare tight.
Jinyoung leaned in and you sat up to shorten the distance, his hands tangling in your hair on the back of your head while you closed your eyes, you could feel his breath against your face.
“Ouch!” You screamed when he punched you in the gut. “What are you doing?”
You asked but he got up from his place and pushed you from the resting chair.
“Ouch!” You complained again when you landed.
Sitting up, you look around and you realize it had been just a dream. One with perfect Jinyoung, his dark hair and endearing smile on a tropical beach, like a fairytale.
Now you sit on the floor of your room with a red heel by your side. That hurt.
For a moment you wonder what makes you angrier? The fact that Sabrina, your best friend and roommate, fights judo while asleep or the fact she woke you up from the perfect dream where you were about to kiss the most perfect and only Park freaking Jinyoung.
Taking a deep breath, you look around and it’s still dark outside, you think about getting up and trying to make yourself comfortable in the armchair, -together with your clothes and some books. Pushing Sabrina’s shoe away you sigh thinking, you need a bigger apartment.
You both live with a certain level of luxury for two recent graduates. The studio is small, it doesn’t have enough space for all the clothes you both have and enough furniture, that’s why you have been sharing a standard couple bed with your sleep-judo-fighting-best-friend. Since moving together, you haven’t been able to have a full night of sleep without either been punched, kicked, slapped, or pushed out of the bed by said best friend.
Looking again at the armchair you waddle your way to it, trying to, at least, nap for a little longer. Sabrina hasn’t been the only thing keeping you from sleeping well. And you know it pretty well. You haven’t been able to sleep due to your anxiety. The feeling had been eating you in a way you never knew it was possible.
You managed to take a day off from your job at the hills gazette, the small local newspaper of a high class and traditional neighborhood in the city. You had been working there since your second year of university. You were hired as a part timer; your job was to do a little of everything and fill in holes. After graduating they gave you a full-time position, the pay wasn’t bad, -hence how you managed to share an apartment studio with Sabrina downtown. But you were tired of writing about the social events of the rich neighborhood, let’s be honest, talk about the weeding of a sub-celebrity in the golf-club wasn’t that exiting after you had done it over fifteen times in the course of six months without even been invited to do an event coverage.
Even though you tried your best, your job wasn’t exiting as a real newspaper or magazine editorial. Where the world was pulsing with energy and real news, interviews and facts that matter to people, that could change their lives, could build up opinions and change the world. That was the reason why you took applied for Just Facts.
One of the most acclaimed magazines of serious journalism there are still out there. Their journalism was serious without ever taking any sides and always doing its best to show the through to the public even if it meant be hated by big figures. The team is serious and dedicated. -the fact that Kim Namjoon is also the head editor of it.
You followed his career. You attended the same university as him, you knew the most import facts about him. -career wise obviously.
The man had a meteoric career. At nineteen, right after getting in university, he was the first one to write about and cover one of the biggest corruption scandals in the country. Obviously, luck seemed to be by his side, as he was at the right place at the right time. The head of the university basketball team tried to play a prank on him, asking a hot cheerleader to invite Namjoon out on a date and stand him up. Of course, the date was on small and dubious pizza place near the campus -the place was so dubious that after the scandal broke out the sanitary surveillance closed the place.
But Namjoon was on the journalism major and the moment he recognized the senator and a big oil CEO talking over bad-warmed-two-days-old pizza, he started to record it. The images were shaky and sometimes got blurred as the camera unfocused due to his moving. But still Namjoon managed to get part of the conversation where they talked about easing the restriction to oil extracting on a protected forest reserve. He also had recorded the Businessmen handing a suitcase full of money to the senator.
After that he landed himself a job at one of the biggest newspapers in the country. He followed the steps to success writing his way through until he reached at his current place as head editor of the famous Just Facts. He managed to bounce the magazine back from its bankruptcy. Now the magazine was back as the number one selling, online and off-line, news source.
That’s why your stomach did a backflip and your anxiety had been eating you out. Just last week they called you to invite you for an interview and added the detail that Kim Namjoon himself would be the one doing the interview.
Also, the reason that you decided to sleep early last night so you could rest and be prepared for your interview. But the truth is, you couldn’t get a shut eye before the clock was marking three in the morning, now it was just fifteen before seven. You still had a lot of time until your interview at ten.
You decided you would take a reinvigorating shower and make yourself a good breakfast, so you don’t pass out of nervousness during the interview. -god please help, this interview could be life changing for you.
Getting up from the armchair and taking light steps towards the bathroom you are just walking past the bed when Sabrina shifts and sprawls herself on the bed as a starfish, one of her legs coming out of the bed and kicking you on the knee.
You need a bigger apartment.
After a long shower, making coffee and a mug chocolate cake for yourself -you let a drop of the mixture drip in Sabrina’s white robe that you borrowed- and putting it to heat up in the microwave, you sat back down on the armchair with your journal writing down all possible questions Namjoon could ask you.
Job interviews are not fair, they have a resume of your abilities and achievements, they know the requirements for the job in details, but they only let you know a very generic over all description that sometimes doesn’t even say anything at all. It’s like going to the most important test in your life without knowing what the test is about and not studying anything.
“What time is it?” Sabrina asked when she woke up.
“Almost eight.” You say.
“Good, I only need to go in at ten today.” She said lazily hugging the pillow to go back to sleep. “Oh, my god! Today is your big day!” She jumped out of bed and stumbled on her red heel. “Ouch! We need to get rich fast so we can move to a bigger place.”
“I wouldn’t mind about it…” You replied, but not because you needed money to put gas on your old passed down car, but because you need a good night of sleep without needing to share a bed with her.
“I’ll take a shower to wake up and I talk to you in a minute.”
Getting up from your place you put the remaining cake mixture in another mug and sets it on the microwave. The energy flickers a little when she turns on the shower, so you just decide to unplug the coffee maker. The building is old and if there are too many electronics plugged at once it can bring the whole building down.
It happened before.
You walk in front of the wardrobe, there are clothes hanging from every single possible spot. Only one small wardrobe to fit every clothes you both have. Sitting down on the bed you start to think on what you gonna wear for the interview.
It needs to get the attention but not in wrong way, it needs to show you are professional, intelligent, hardworking, creative, and fun all at the same time. Actually, you only need a fairy godmother.
Sabrina walked out of the bathroom rolled up in the towel, her long blond hair tied in a bun at the top of her head. Her legs long and thin. She looks like spa barbie.
“I don’t have what to wear!” You said in a pout.
“Of course, you do! We just need to look through it! Move to the side.”
Both of you went through all your clothes, you ended up with a black dress just over the knees, a dark jean with a light shirt and your only black blazer.
“Now go and try them on!” She encourages you.
Starting with the dress you look yourself in the mirror, it’s a dress you love but for an interview it just seems to have a bit too much cleavage. Taking it off you put up the pants, the shirt, and the blazer.
“It looks great, I just think it looks a bit too dark you know?” You have to agree with her. Your hair being on the darker side, the look is a bit dark. “Here try this one!”
Sabrina hands you her baby pink blazer. She is tall, like model tall, even though you both wear similar sizes her cloths just tend to be long on you.
“It not gonna fit, I’ll look like a child in sweater paws.” You say feeling upset.
“No! Look, it’s summer you can just fold the sleeves up to your mid arm and it’ll look fashion and professional at the same time.” Says folding the sleeve.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you like. You look put together, as someone who’s ready for the interview and knows what’s happening.
“I love it! You look confident and professional.” Sabrina compliments you, handing you the small silver earring hoops.
“Now I just need to think about the shoes.” You say putting on the earrings.
When you turn around Sabrina has a bag in her hands handing it to you with the biggest smile on her face.
“What is this?” You ask her confused.
“Open up!” She claps exited.
“Oh my god! It’s a Viviane Westwood?” You ask looking the contents of the box that was inside of the bag.
It not just any Viviane Westwood. Is the black Viviane Westwood with wings. The one you have been in love with for over three months but couldn’t afford due to your old car needing maintenance and eating away all your left-over money.
“I wanted to save it for your birthday, but I think you need the confidence bust today!” She claps again jumping on the spot.
“Sa! You shouldn’t!” You reprimand your best friend.
“Of course, I should have!” She says almost rubbing the silver bracelet with the sun pendant in her arm.
It was a gift you gave her on the day she had her first job interview at Hybe architecture, the place she started to work as an intern in her third year of university. But you are descendant of Romanies, you know where to buy handmade Jewry at a cheap price.
“Go on and try it, let’s have a look!”
You put the sandals on, and the look becomes perfect, looking all professional with the blazer and the sandals wings give the touch of creativity you need. You feel confident.
“You gonna be perfect!” She says taking the mug out of the microwave.
“But what if I say the wrong thing?” You ask nervously. “What if they ask me my best quality and my worst defect?”
“Your best quality, is that you make the best mug cake on earth!” She says taking a spoonful to her mouth and moaning. “It’s still warm! Your worst defect is that you can’t take a compliment even if your life depends on it.”
You take a deep breath when you get off the bus. You stop at the sidewalk out of the way of the passerby’s -you didn’t have money to put gas on your car, let alone pay for parking. Looking up at the building your dream job sits just behind one of those reflective windows.
Exhaling loudly to expel the stress, Sabrina said it was a good thing to do, you fix the blazer and your hair, looking at your reflection on the window of a shop. You cross the street and walks into the building.
Letting the receptionist know your name you wait him to call up Just Facts. Giving you a visitor badge, he lets you in.
You walk into the elevator shaking your hands as nervousness take over your body. Oh my god, this is really happening.
Reaching the eighth floor the elevators doors opened and there it is. The front desk and the logo of Just Facts. You frown as you don’t see the front desk lady. Maybe she went to the bathroom.
Taking careful steps, you walk towards the large archway that led to the very spacious and full, of working stations.
The place looks just like you imagined. The furniture was a little older that what you imagined, and the computers looked a bit outdated too. There was no one screaming about anything, but besides that it looks exactly just like you pictured.
Everybody is busy and moving around doing what they need to do to get their work done. Nobody seems to notice you, until a girl with a fairy like face looks up at you and smiles.
“Hi, I’m y/l/n, y/n. I have an interview with Mr. Kim.” You say to her.
“Right, his office is that one!” She points to a glass office in the corner of the room. Even though the walls are made of glass the blinds are shut down not letting you see the inside of the room. “Come with me, I’ll take you there. I’m Julia by the way!”
“Thank you!” You say following her and trying to not look as a five-year-old who’s visiting Disney world for the first time -even though you feel like it.
Forcing your eyes to look ahead you see the name engraved on the door.
Kim Namjoon - Head editor
Julia knocked on the door and pushed it open just enough to let her head in. “Namjoon, there is someone here for you.”
“Who is it?”
“It’s for an interview, I think is…”
“Oh, right, please let her in!”
Taking a step back Julia smiles at you. “You’ll going to do great, relax!”
She walks back to her table, and you take a deep breath preparing mentally and trying too not faint. Quietly you open the door and walks in the room. There he is the man you followed and admirer the career for a really long time.
He sits behind a really long table with an expressionless face. He stands up to greet you what surprises you. He is tall.
Extremely so.
His head almost reaches the tall shelves with many displayed airplanes toy models. And he is handsome. You’ve seen him in some photos before and found him good looking. But right now, you knew his photos didn’t do him any justice. Eyes sharp and jaw strong, probably it made him win many arguments. His glasses weren’t the best, but somehow, they complemented his looks in a matching way.
Actually, you thought a man in his position to wear something flashier and more fashionable not just a pale blue shirt with a red tie.
“Good morning Mr. Kim, I’m Y/l/n, Y/n, it’s nice to meet you.” You offered your hand in a greeting.
He took it and you shook it not softly, not too hard, trying to show you weren’t lacking nor uncontrollable.
“You can call me Namjoon.” He took a sit and signaled the chair in front of him.
Taking the invitation, you sit down and hangs your bag on the arm of the chair, but it seems like it it’s not as steady as it looks, and your bag falls to the ground. Picking it up you decide to sit it on your knees, when you do as soon as your hands leave the bag, it falls back to the ground. Thinking this is just your luck, you hope Namjoon is too busy sitting back on his chair to notices these incidents.
As if you had any luck.
One thick eyebrow raises from behind the thick, ugly frames. You take the bag and holds it tightly to your lap.
“Okay, miss…”
“Y/n.” You say helping him as he looks through many papers over his table.
“Did you bring your printed resume?” He asks putting some papers away.
“Yes, I did.” You reply taking the folded paper from your bag.
You had sent it by email, but you knew sometimes the employer couldn’t remember who was and thought it better for the candidate to bring his own printed. With shaky hands you take it from your bag and stands up leaning in his direction hand him the paper. Maybe because of your nervousness you miscalculation and bumps your arm on his pen cup.
The cup falls forwards letting pens, pencils, and high lighters roll all over the table, trying to collect the materials and fix your mistakes your bag falls back to the ground.
“I’m sorry!” You say in apology.
“Don’t worry.” He replies in a monotone voice, which you don’t know if it means he is angry or amused with your clumsiness. “Please take a sit.”
Leaving the resume over the scattered pens you sit back on the chair, hands shaking with anxiety, you remember Steve Jobs once said whenever he felt nervous on a job presentation, he liked to hold a paper clip. If the man whose name was the definition of working hard, felt nervous on working situations who waere you now?
Trying to calm your feels you try to hold on to something hard so you can anchor yourself. You take your phone and squeezes it in your hand. The cover comes off and you click it back into place while Namjoon finished picking up the pens. Then he quickly skimmed through your resume.
“Please tell me a bit about you.” He asked.
Oh no, there it goes!
“I recently graduated from…” you tell him the name of the university and he looks up surprised.
“Oh! I also graduated from there!” He speaks.
“I know, everyone there talks a lot about you.” You said excited and by the way his forehead creased you decided to keep to yourself the bit where you think he is the journalism god in between humans. “My dream has always been to work on a big magazine.”
You add not saying that this is your dream job at the dream magazine.
“What are your short terms goals?” He asked taking a pen.
“Well, I would like to start a job at a big magazine or newspaper where I can show my potential and learn more about the daily routine of the editorial.” You say sincerely.
“And what about long-term goals?”
“To stablish myself as a renowned credible journalist, have a decent salary and have a magazine section for myself. Basically, to be like you someday.”
Namjoon fought back a smile. “To be like me?” He raised a brow once again. “And how do you do with pressure? Because that’s what I deal with every single day.”
“Being honest Mr. Kim, I haven’t had the opportunity to work under pressure, right now I work in a gazette of a rich people neighborhood. All I do is write about the events of the society and do some adds for the local business. I’m ready for some real action.
"Are you sure about it?”
You nod. “Absolutely. That’s why I think I’m a perfect candidate for this job, I’m striving to show what I’m capable of, I have the advantage of not having work vices and I’m also a fast learner.”
“Good you just replied to my next question, so, you think you can add to the magazine?”
“Of course, I do. I don’t know in what position you may want me, but I believe even a great magazine like Just Facts can be improved. And I’ll do my best to improve it I’m very hard-working Mr.…”
The phone you were rotating in your hands escapes it, falling on your feet.
You shallow a curse when Namjoon’s eyes follow the fall and stop at your sandals, he looks at it curiously. -Damn he was supposed to look at it creatively and not curiously. Now he’ll just think you are childish.
You pick you phone up.
“And what is your biggest quality?”
In the haste of trying to put your phone away in your bag to not drop it again, you end up dropping your bag.
You decide to leave it there, is safer.
He looks at your heated up cheeks with a question in his eyes. -oh, yeah, the question.
“Well, I think it’s my easiness to transfer my feeling onto the paper, besides the easy flow of words and language. I made a report on the gazette about the golf club and got many complements about it, I brought a copy if you want to have a look at.” Taking the paper with the report from your bag on the floor you hand it to him trying to keep your arms away from his pen cup.
Namjoon takes the paper giving it a quick look, Turing the pen slowly in between his fingers he looks at you again. “Why did you choose journalism?”
“Because I believe I can change the world with my writing and delivering knowledge though it. Or maybe change only one person’s world would be enough if my writing can change the way they think and see the world. I think in the end I want what everybody else wants too, to make a difference.”
“And do you believe you can change the world with only so many words?” He asks with a look you can’t really decipher.
“Knowledge is a tool, and just like any other tool, it’s impact in in the hands of the user.”
This time he smiled, a real smile, so big and so broad that dimples showed up in his cheeks.
Kim Namjoon is a really really handsome man.
“I think this is the first time I hear someone quote Dan Brown in an interview.” He comments.
“It’s a shame because he is awesome. I also think Robert Langdon would have been a great reporter, but he surely would have made many enemies.”
You are not sure if he even heard you, as Namjoon sits there staring at you face looking like he is trying to decipher something.
Suddenly as if waking up his eyes focus again your and he asks you. “And what are the points you still need to develop?”
“Oh! Obviously, my ability to hold something without dropping it.” He didn’t laugh, not even a hint of a smile. “Hm, my lack of experience that I’m hoping to fix it very quickly.”
Nodding slowly, he scribbled something on the resume. “What do you think is important in a company?”
Your ear started to itch uncontrollably. You are having an allergic reaction to the earring.
“Ah, professionalism, seriousness, a friendly environment, and commitment. This are the most important points to me.”
Carefully setting your elbow on the chair arm you touch your ear and find some angry blisters forming there. The itch-ness reaches a new level. You need to take your earrings off.
“Do you think…” the phone on the table rings loudly interrupting him. “Kim Namjoon! Oh! Mr. Veiga, how are you?”
He says on the phone and lifts a finger asking you for a moment. you take this opportunity to unhook the earring from its place on your ear. The ring rolls down your palm and kicks on the floor rolling until it stops by Namjoon’s feet.
While he is on the phone you think about stretching your leg and trying to catch it with your feet, but with your luck you may as well fall from the chair, if not fall with it.
As the phone call stretched itself you start to think back on the interview, even though you did well answering his questions Namjoon was a VIP spectator to your clumsiness, the anxiety of the thought makes you drum your finger on the back of your phone, which slides and ends up in between your tights.
The moment catches Namjoon’s eyes, and he turns his chair around. Good, now he can’t even look at you. Time to face the facts, you’re not getting a permanent badge for Just Facts, if you were in his shoes, you also wouldn’t want to hire you.
“Okay, we talk later. Thanks, bye.” He hung up the phone and turned back to you. “Sorry, it was the magazine owner, I was waiting for his call. Where were we?”
Moving his feet, he probably kicked the earring, the jewelry rolls through the wooden floor hitting a vase of plant in the other side of the room catching his attention.
Getting up from his place Namjoon takes the small hoop in his hand and looks at you. “I believe this is yours.”
He deposits the ring in your hand. “Geez! I didn’t even realize it came off. Thanks!”
Your hand shook so much from your nerves that it was clear he could see through your lie and that made your face heat up. You couldn’t look up to his face, so you stopped at his chest.
Is that an iron man in his tie?
“Sure!” He whispers. “Now I would ask how you deal when things don’t go as you intended but I already witnessed it.”
Shit!
“Well, I guess we are done.”
“Sure. Thank you for your time, Mr. Kim.”
“Namjoon” he corrected.
“Right, Namjoon.” You corrected.
“I’ll call when I have a decision.”
Hanging the bag on your shoulder you close your eyes when it hits the pen cup and the plic-plic-plic of them hitting the floor.
“Hey-!” He called miss calling your name.
You sigh silently and turns around. What is the use of correcting him now anyway? “Yes?”
“I think I forgot to ask you one thing” his eyes are warm now. “Two questions actually. What is your biggest quality and your worst flaw?”
“Well, I’m a good observer, I work well with other people and I’m obstinate, to the point I can go above and beyond any limits to get what I really want. I also hate making mistakes.” You shrug your shoulders. “I think this is also my biggest flaw, when I make mistakes, I get nervous and clumsy, like you and your pent cup already know.”
A shadow of a smile curves his lips, and he nods. Leaving the office, you make your way to the exit.
“Nice shoes!”
You hear when you pass the table of Min Yoongi. The political editor and reporter of the magazine. Someone who clearly understand creativity.
If you had been interviewed by him, you wouldn't have been so nervous. But no, you had to be interviewed by Kim Namjoon, the journalist you looked up to and so you made a fool of yourself I front of him.
Ruined you first and only chance to impress him.
You’ll need lots of alcohol to forget about this day, you think as you exit the building and takes away the memory of ever being in it.
Back to the studio you spent the rest of the day cleaning it, you even watched a rom com thinking that maybe it would cheer you up seeing someone else making silly mistakes, but it didn’t.
You were just about finishing up getting ready to go out, even if you didn’t feel like doing it, when your phone vibrated with a message, it was from your boyfriend Jimin.
Jimin: sorry princess, something came up I can’t go out tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Texting a quick okay, you broke down, that was the last straw. When Sabrina walked through the door her happy face fell when she saw yours. Dropping her things to the floor she hurried up to hug you and rock you both from side to side.
You told her all the details about your interview, the lack of response from Namjoon and how you made a big fool of yourself.
“We need to celebrate!” She stated at the end.
“Celebrate? What? My failure?” You asked dejected.
“Yes! Your failure! If we don’t fail, how can we truly enjoy our achievements?” She asked with a smile.
“Yeah, I understand the idea, but Sa, you just forgot that we are both broke!” You remember her.
“No, we aren’t! Because I have this!” She shows you her meal ticket card. “thanks to the meals you packed for me and the sandwiches I was able to save some of it. And there is a pretty nice bar close by that accepts it!”
The bar is fairly close by, what allows you to walk there, and is crowded when you walk in. You both make your way to the bar, where all men seem to be reunited as a blond girl stands in the bar dancing sensually.
“How are things with Jimin?” Sabrina asks when you both managed to find a spot.
“They are good I think.” You reply waiting a bartender to come. “We were going out tonight, but he texted me saying he couldn’t make it. I didn’t bother to ask why, but we are going out tomorrow and I’ll ask him.”
“Oh” she says smile flattering a bit. “So, what do you want to drink?”
“Can it be one of those?” You ask pointing to the drink in a guy’s hand. It has one of those paper umbrellas in it.
“It can be whatever you’d like! I guess you didn’t understand yet, we’re only going home when you are in the same state as that girl!” She nods her head towards the blonde dancing at the bar.
You don’t think she has enough money on the ticket for either of you to get on that state but what matters of the intention and the feeling.
Sabrina turns back to you after a couple of minutes with the drinks and you both walked away from the bar.
“To failure!” She proposed raising her vodka.
“To failure!” You cheered clicking your cup with hers.
The next morning you woke up with a killer hangover, feeling like a truck had run you over. Almost crawling into the bathroom, you took a warm shower trying to get rid of your body soreness.
Sabrina was no better, she looked like a zombie while she put on makeup to go to work. Even after all her efforts she still looked sleepy or maybe sick. That was the moment you felt grateful to work on a small neighborhood gazette. You didn’t meet up with more than two or three people during your whole week and there was no need of makeup or looking presentable.
Coming back home was like a dream come true. The moment you passed through the door you dropped your bag and let your body fall to the bed besides Sabrina.
“I think I’ll never drink again!” You moaned.
“I swear, me too! It’s not worthy to go through all of it. My head is exploding!”
“What do we have for dinner?” You asked.
“Hung over curing tea!” Sabrina moans closing her eyes. “Is your boyfriend showing up today?”
“Hm, I don’t know, I haven’t talked to him yet” you are interrupted by your phone ringing. “Hello?”
“Hi. Can I speak to Laura?” It was a man's voice.
“Laura?”
“Yes, can your please tell her is Kim Namjoon.”
“Y-yes, just a moment.” You sit up closing the receiver of the phone mouthing -it’s him- to Sabrina.
“Tell him, there is no way in hell I’m leaving the house tonight!” Dramatically she throws her hands in exasperation.
“Not Jimin! Kim Namjoon.” You stage whisper to her sill covering the phone. Sabrina jumped upright sitting straight. “He got my name wrong!”
“And what are you waiting? Talk to him! Don’t correct him, wait to do that once he hires you.”
“But what if he is calling me to let me know he hired someone else?”
“If it is, you say thank you and hang up.” She says massaging your shoulders. “But I don’t think it is! At Hybe, they usually send an email to turn people down. Go on and talk to him!”
You clean your throat and get back to the phone.
“Hello?”
“Laura?”
“Y-yes?” You choke and Sabrina gives you thumbs up.
“Well, after going through all the candidates, we believe you are the one who would better suit Just Facts.”
Your smile is so broad you can’t hide, and Sabrina punches the air in a silent scream of YES!
“Mr.…. I mean Namjoon, you won’t be disappointed! I’ll give my best, I promise!”
“I like your enthusiasm; you start on Monday if that is okay for you. The receptionist salary is…” the number he said made you speechless. It was three time the value you are making at the gazette.
Wait a minute!
Did he say receptionist?
“Receptionist” you ask. “I thought it was a reporter position.”
“No, not right away. Is that a problem?”
That is definitely not what you were waiting. Well, it was actually a job at Just Facts, but you thought it would be the job of your life.
Looking for another angle if you took the position, you’ll be making three times your actual income, what meant you could fix your car and put some gas on it, no more depending on the public transport.
“Of course, you also have all the benefits like all the other reports and employees,” Namjoon moved on. “Health insurance, meal ticket, dental care, and the rights by law. What do you think? Does it sound good?”
“Yes, yes it does! It sounds great!”
“Great! Can you come over tomorrow to sign the contract? I’ll put the pen cup on a safe place.”
Did he… just made a joke?
“Yeah, I think that’s the best option.” You thank he can’t see your face of embarrassment.
“Great. See you tomorrow!”
“See you tomorrow!” You hang up.
“Receptionist, Y/n?” Sabrina cries.
“Better a receptionist of one of the best magazines in the country, than a do-all at the gazette!” Maybe if you repeat this enough, you’ll believe in yourself. “And did you hear the salary? I’ll be able to fix the car.”
“Okay.” Sabrina did a weird dance. She had all the looks and personality, but she couldn’t dance to save her life. That's how you believe God is fair. “We need to go out to celebrate! But I’ll need to be with juice, or my liver will melt!”
“Deal!” You jump up grabbing your favorite dress to change into.
“Really, Y/n?” She asks.
“Really! I just have a feeling this will be a life changing opportunity!”
Author ‘s note: Some months ago, I read a rom com book about journalism and editorials and ever since have been wanting to make a Namjoon fic in this universe. So, for his birthday I decided to re-write a tale from the book.
I hope you enjoy it.
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