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 Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Jewelry Store AU, mild angsty for a moment, mainly shy sweet fluff ^^

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: There are many things that can catch one’s eyes in a jewelry store and yet from the very moment that he walked in, your eyes were locked onto him.

I was going to make this two parts but thennnn nah it’s just gonna be long haha I hope you all enjoy!!

      Jewelry stores are never lacking when it comes to stories.

      As a worker at one yourself, you know that to be a simple fact. The moment a person walks in, you have to prepare yourself for whatever emotional express train they’re riding. You’ve seen… quite a lot, to say the least. There are the usual smitten sweethearts who are looking for something shiny for their significant other- they’re usually wonderful to work for. The more unpleasant people are the ones that think you actually make the jewelry in the back and can make anything they could imagine. When you tell them otherwise, they end up being offended which is... fun. There’s also the people who want to try on everything and say they’ll totally be back for a certain piece… You’ve stopped expecting them to be back anymore.

      One of your favorite memories though was the day that a woman flung the doors opened and marched in, she was a storm of ferocity. Steps that shook the ground and the lightning in her eyes held a rage unparalleled. Thunder left her lips as she, tried, to calmly ask for a refund on the shiny stone wrapped around her finger. After telling her very gently that after so many months you would not be able to accept it, her jaw clenched. She then left, but not without some advice.

      “Before you say yes, make sure you’re the only one your man is asking.”

      So yes, working at a jewelry store has been an interesting adventure so far.

      You expect nothing less coming in today, either. The key ring in your hand jingles as you walk behind the counter, briefly reminding you of your dear dog at home. His memory brings a smile to your lips and you feel ready for whatever is to come.

      Hours pass and while there were one or two annoying customers, you’ve mainly had the smitten sweethearts to deal with. Their positive energy and sappy tales remind you why you love working at a jewelry store, even if it occasionally leaves you with lonely heart syndrome. As you wave off your last customer with a smile, you place the jewelry rack back into the display case, locking it up once closed.

      When your head pops back up over the counter, you find a new face in your shop. Dark brown eyes gaze at the shining jewels and with a curious head tilt, his peach-colored locks sway ever so slightly. When he turns to you, he offers a boxy smile and a little wave.

      You realize that out of everything in this store, he’s what shines the brightest.

      Blinking, you try to shake yourself out of the temporary daze you fell into. You return his smile and walk over to the display case he stands before and get ready to go through the motions despite your heart nearly jumping out of your chest.

        After all... he’s probably here for his girlfriend.

       “Hello, sir! Is there anything I can help you with or are you just looking for today?”

      His tongue peeks out as he thinks and he begins to nod, “Yes… Do you have zircon or tanzanite jewelry?”

      You would be lying if you said his deep voice didn’t surprise you.

      You would also be lying if you said it didn’t make him even cuter.

      How is it that this man has only said six words to you and you’re already whipped for him?

      Once again, you have to shake yourself out of your thoughts with a light laugh, “We do, they’re right over here. Are you interested in rings, necklaces, earrings..?”

      Feet make their way over towards the gemstone section and stop once you’re in front of zircon. He follows and it almost seems as if his eyes rest on you rather than the jewels. You try to push aside your less than professional thoughts as a wave of heat rises on your cheeks.

      Peaches, as you’ll refer to him as until you learn his name, shrugs and rubs the back of his neck, “I don’t really know… But, I think she would like a necklace the most.”

      The ping of pain in your chest causes your smile to falter ever so slightly. But, you know you have to keep a smile on for him, for the customer.

      Swallowing your pride, you put on a smile and do your job, “Necklaces are great! Every lady loves them and I’m sure that the lucky lady who receives one from you, is going to love it no matter what.”

      Peaches’ dark eyes flicker back and forth between your own and the display case, he opens his mouth once and then closes it. WIth an airy chuckle he nods, “Thank you, I hope so.” You feel your smile brighten and you hum happily in response.

      A calm silence envelopes the two of you as he examines the pieces. You watch as the corners of his lips turn up into a smile and you know he’s found one he likes.

      His finger meets with the glass, eyes shining with admiration, “Can I see that one?”

      “Of course! I’ll take it out for you.”

      Keys clink together as you unlock the case and reach in to pick up the desired necklace and placing it on the counter. Peaches really did choose a beautiful piece. The baby blue zircon shines under the white lights in a C- shape outlined by a rose gold crescent moon, it’s as if the stars met the moon. You couldn’t help but sigh in awe.

      You gently hold the necklace up with one hand and rest the crescent pendant in the palm of the other, showing it to Peaches. A light laugh escapes your lips, “I know I may be a little biased since I’m supposed to sell it to you but, this piece really is breathtaking. I have no doubt that she’ll love this.”

      He chuckles at your little confession and nods, his kind eyes meeting your own once again, “You think so?”

      “I know so.”

      With that reassurance, he decides to buy it. A few more words were shared as a joyful but calm air surrounds you two.

      “Have a good day, sir!”

      Peaches smiles in your direction once again and gives one last wave, “You too and again, thank you!”

     You watch him leave with a dreamy smile and practical heart-eyes. You don’t think you could ever forget that smooth-like-honey deep voice or that adorably unique boxy smile of his.

     Luckily for you, you wouldn’t get the chance to anyway.

      In the following weeks, Peaches became your top costumer. He also became not Peaches- well, only because you learned that his name was Taehyung. The more he came, the more you got to know him and this nameless, but lucky, woman he was buying all this jewelry for. The first time he returned to the store, Taehyung was beaming- he joyfully reported that this “she” absolutely adored the necklace and he wanted your recommendation for what could match it. After that, you two found yourselves in an odd partnership of sorts.

      Basically, you’re his bejeweled wingwoman.

      Is it the relationship you want with him? No, especially with how each of his visits makes you realize how truly amazing this man is through and through. But is this the relationship you’ll have for him? Yes… because he’s far too sweet and this woman he comes here for, whenever he talks of her, his eyes light up and he is only full of love for her.

      ...

      You really need a night full of ice cream and movies to get over this one.

      The chime of the bell at the front brings you back to reality. An automatic smile set on your lips, ready to be the cheery salesperson you’re supposed to be. “Welcome! How can I help you?”

      “I’m back-!”

      A shake of your head is paired with a giggle as you turn to see the man who occupies your thoughts before you, “Afternoon, Tae. What can I help you with today?”

      His long legs make strides over towards you and then stop with a soft bounce. You’re greeted with his usual boxy smile which automatically turns your sales smile into a genuine one. Large hands rest on the display case and he leans over, if only a bit, “I was wondering if you could help me pick out a watch?”

      “For yourself or..?”

      “Myself!”

       Eyebrows raise and you clap out of excitement, “Oh, that’s new!”

      A bashful chuckle echoes out with your reaction, dark eyes averting their gaze and settling on the floor. Realizing that you may have accidentally embarrassed the poor boy, you move on. A quick tilt of your head motions for him to follow as you head towards the proper case, “I have some that you may like, is there a certain style or brand-”

      “Gucci, I really like Gucci,” he expresses in a quiet yet excited voice, the happiness in his words reaching his eyes.

      Is it possible for someone’s voice to make your entire being at peace? He feels like a Siren that continues to pull you into waters dreaded, it’s almost unfair how much of an effect his mere voice has on you.

      Nevertheless, you bring him to the Gucci watches and already start looking through the millions of keys on the ring for the right one. You hear him hum in thought as his eyes scan the watches, “Do you want to go for fun or classy?”

      With only one look he tells you he’s looking for fun.

      You laugh lightly and nod, “Understood.” Glancing over the display case you find your favorite candidate, “What do you think of the bee one?”

      The watch is a fairly unique one and, in your opinion at least, spells fun a lot more than the others. A light brown leather brace holds it all together and the clock itself has golden rims. Its face was tricolored- three stripes in the back, going green, red, green and a yellow silhouette of a bee lies in the middle where two golden hands reach from the center to tell time. Overall, it’s definitely an interesting and beautiful piece in its own way.

      His expression seems to mirror your thoughts and with an affirming nod, you go to take it out and show it to him, “May I see your wrist?” Seemingly without any hesitation, he offers it and you work to secure the accessory to his wrist. However, you continue to hold his hand mindlessly and gently rub your thumb against the back of his hand, “Do you like it?”

      While his eyes briefly shifted to his wrist, they linger when they look into your eyes.

      “Yeah, I like it a lot.”

      A sudden pounding starts in your chest and for some reason, you can’t find it in yourself to break his gaze. The words sneak from your lips, never once asking your brain for permission, “I think I like it a lot, too.”

      It’s as if a ray of sunshine is beaming back at you after your response and you fully melt under its warmth.

      His mouth opens and as words begin to fall from his lips, a bell chimes in once again and breaks the moment.

      Doing your best to refrain from sighing, you pull yourself away from this light and avert your eyes.

      His light isn’t for you, after all.

      “I’ll be right back, Taehyung,” your words lay flat in the air and you once again plaster a smile on your expression and head towards the new customer as you say your usual greeting. As you discuss with your new sale, an older gentleman curious about a certain upcoming LeVian collection piece for his wife, you see a slumped over Taehyung in one of the few chairs at the store. His peach-hair covering his expression while he inspects the watch that’s still wrapped around his wrist.

      Why does it seem like all that light was suddenly put out?

      A few minutes passed with a new number and name to make a note of, you briskly walk over to the desk are and do so on a sticky note. Little colorful wrappers catch your eye and you bring one over to your suddenly solemn Peaches. “Want a lollipop, Tae? As an, ‘I’m sorry I had to deal with a customer’ apology?”

      Peach locks bounce as his head turns over to you, attempting to bite back a smile. The watch donned wrist reaches and retrieves the sweet treat from your hand, “It’s alright, I guess.”

      “Good, I know you’re not used to sharing your (Y/n) time with someone else, so thank you for being patient while I do my job.”

      Your light teasing got his facade to break as your favorite laugh leaves his lips, hands covering his flustered face.

      Once he calms down, he gets back up and stands before you at the counter with a soft smile, “Would I be able to buy this watch, ma’am?”

      “Absolutely, sir. Allow me to take it off and I’ll ring you up.”

      He holds his wrist out and with this playful professional act the last thing you suspect is his hand taking hold of yours, “Ma’am?”

      And all of a sudden, it’s like he’s holding your heart in his hands too.

      “Yes, sir?”

      “Would I be able to buy you dinner, as well?”

      Your mind blanks.

      No.

      No-!

      You snatch your hand from his and hold it over your racing and conflicting heart, eyebrows knitted together as you look at the man before you with emotions you can’t place, “Tae, I literally help you pick out jewelry for your girlfriend-”

      “Girlfriend? No, (Y/n)-”

      “How could you ask me that? I’m not like that and, and I didn’t think you were like that-!”

       His eyes widen as he shakes his hands defensively, “No, no, I don’t-”

      “Don’t what, Tae? You can’t just, play with someone like this! For my sake or your girl-”

      Large hands envelop your own and with the action temporarily cutting you off and gaining your attention, Taehyung looks desperately into your eyes, “I don’t have a girlfriend, (Y/n).”

      Your mouth fumbles over your words as his resonate in your mind, “You… what? Then who were you-”

      “My mom,” he laughs sweetly, “Most of what I’ve been getting her has been birthstone jewelry, right?” A wordless nod from you is all he needs to know to continue, “Zircon is mine while the others were my siblings. It’s only stuff to help her feel closer to us. Plus, sometimes I would kind of just come in to see you and end up buying something because I didn’t want to seem too obvious.”

      A now bashful but very amused Taehyung waits for you to register all he’s told you and the more you think, the more sense it made and the more foolish you feel for not realizing it sooner. After all, he never did buy heart jewelry.

      “Oh wow, I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” You laugh your embarrassment away and feel fingers intertwine with your own.

      “Depends, would that idiot still be interested in dinner?”

      Eyes look up to meet with his own and as you finally feel welcomed into his warmth, you let yourself be fully enveloped by it.

      “She would definitely be interested in dinner, Tae.”

x x x 

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Light Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: Namjoon has been overworking himself lately; the bags under his eyes and the constant headaches are enough to let you know- no matter how much he tries to deny it. You’re not sure how to help any more than what you’ve done until a certain video online offers some insight.

W o w I honestly didn’t mean to write this much but it happened and I love it lol I hope you do too!

     You’re always both amazed and surprised by how true the saying ‘the city never sleeps’ is.

     Of course, you have adjusted to the city life by now and the wonder of the shimmering lights have dulled in your eyes- if anything, you miss the stars that they unfairly outshine. They are always so much more vibrant once you leave Seoul, they remind you of the world beyond your own and how small everything really is. Thoughts like that are usually taken in a rather melancholy manner, but you choose to embrace it and find comfort in it somehow. Because while we may be so small, we are gifted with this expansive universe to live and love in. From your own experiences this is simply true, and love, well it really is a gift.

     And your gift just so happens to go by the name Kim Namjoon.  

     The path you currently take leads you to your gift with many distractions attempting to catch your attention and carry your eyes to them rather than him, but you’re stubborn. There’s only one distraction you need tonight, or actually, you may be the one distracting him this time.

     He has always been one to overwork himself; MONStudio would become his fortress of solitude, the amount of melodies and lyrics brought to life within those walls is more than imaginable. Yet, so is the amount of sleep lost. Namjoon truly pours every ounce of himself into his work and while you admire him for it, you also wish he would be a little more selfish and take some time away from the busy world of BTS.

     Even now, that man is hauled up in his studio and despite how brilliant he is, it seems like he can never keep track of time working on tracks. After all, another promise about being home at a certain time has been broken tonight. This time it was by two hours, which is why you’re currently walking down the streets of Seoul at 2:30am with a bag of fish bread and other little snacks.

     Does Namjoon know? No… and he would surely tell you not to come if he did. His protective nature would certainly scold you for walking alone so late at night, especially if it was because of him. So, you decided upon a surprise visit with food because how can he resist cuddles and food?

     Besides, it’s only a five-minute walk from your apartment; it could be worse. You don’t take any alleyways either and even if you did, the pepper spray in your purse proves to be a great reassurance.

     With one last turn down a street corner, you’re met with the company that holds your dear workaholic. You walk with a new bounce in your steps, energized by the idea of seeing your probably sleepy boyfriend after going two days without his darling dimpled smile. Once inside the building, you greet the security and secretary manning the front and after a quick moment of small talk while signing in for security purposes, your feet lead you down a path that is all too familiar.

     Finally, your destination is before you when you see the entrance to a room that Namjoon had indefinitely made his own. ‘MONstudio’. As one of the lucky few to be able to walk in and out freely, you still try to be polite first. A knocks echoes out into the empty hallway and onto possibly deaf ears with no response following soon after. You suspected as much; his headphones silence the outside world and allow him to sink into his own creations. They’re stuck to his head as if they’re directly connected to his brain. Sometimes you wonder if they are whenever you listen to his music- as he lives and breathes, that man is music.

     A turn of the handle allows you to confirm your suspicion. Large headphones tune him out from the world around him and keep him synced to the studio. Tufts of disheveled gray hair cause a sympathetic smile to cross your lips as you can imagine how many times stressed hands ran through them. His eyes are probably dry as well- you should have brought eye drops. Or maybe he still has the one you bought him in his studio. After all, a person can only go so long being immersed with their computer screen before it’s at the expense of their eyes.

     A gentle hand reaches out to settle on his shoulder- not wanting to spook him and repeat what happened last time. His eyes glance over first, then after registering it as your hand, his head turns towards you and his expression twists into one of pure elation. His dimpled smile reaches his eyes as he quickly removes his headphones to stand up and take you in a warm embrace.

     Returning his action, you snuggle into his touch, just happy to be in it again, “Hello to you too, Joon.”  

     “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

     “Maybe it’s because you keep yourself locked up in here and come home way too late,” you tease, earning a bashful chuckle from the guilty party in front of you. He takes a seat back in his chair, though never lets go of your hands.

     “I know, I know. Just, it’s a busy time right now, Jagi.”

     “Which is why it’s even more important to take time to recharge and avoid burnout, right?”

     He taught you too well. Whenever you would overwork yourself, he’d be so concerned and tried to reason with you as to why overworking results in burnouts which does nothing but leave you worn and unproductive in the end. Ergo, taking time to yourself and allowing downtime when working keeps you more productive in the long run. And here you are, reminding him of his very own advice- which makes It kinda hard to deny.

     “Plus, you owe me two hours.”

     …That is also true.

     “So what’s in the bag, jagi?” His swift, but not subtle, change in subject is given a pass and causes you to laugh. Taking a seat on the floor, you begin to unpack and set out the delectable snacks: their colorful packaging contrasts against the fairly mellow color scheme of the studio.

     “Some treats for my hardworking baby. We can eat some now, some on the walk home, and then some when we get home. Or all now. However you want to do it,” You ramble, your sleepy brain starting to take effect. Namjoon joins you on the ground and lets out an airy laugh at your rambles which he finds rather cute.

     That is before he realizes you said ‘the walk home’.

     “Wait, did you walk here?”

     “Well… only to help pull you out of overworking so you won’t get burned out.”

     The two of you sort of stare at each other for a moment as you wonder if either of you will challenge the other on the matter.

     Namjoon shrugs and picks up one of the fish bread treats, the red bean snack acting as an unspoken peace treaty. One of which you agree to, picking up one for yourself.

     Half an hour passes and the majority of snacks have been sacrificed to the early morning munchies. Talks consist of the norm albeit bouncing from subject to subject, whether it be how the rest of the boys are to him being in love with the fact that his mother adores you. The mere idea that you visit his family while he’s away to check on and spend more time with them is so precious. Although, he will try to ignore the idea of a possible exchange of embarrassing stories about him between you two- that is something he would prefer not to add to his list of worries.

     You toss a wrapper into his trash bin and watch it hit against the rim before falling in, a small victory that you possibly find more pride in than you should. All the same, it fuels you with a sense of confidence in going into making your latest attempt at getting your boyfriend to spend his night curled up in bed with you rather than sleeping, slumped over his desk with neck and shoulder pain awaiting him in the morning.

     “So, since I got us snacks, that means you owe me.”

     His brows raised as his dimples make another appearance, “I owe you?”

     You hum, taking his hand in yours, “You do, which is why you’re going to come home and go to sleep for at least… a healthy eight hours. You know, enough to recharge that brain of yours and when you wake up, I’ll also reward you with breakfast.”

     His thumb slides across the back of your hand, dark eyes glancing to his clock that only works to convince him with each passing second of the night slipping away, “Okay… I’ll take a small break.”

     A victorious fist launches into the air before you wrap yourself around him, the impact causing him to lose his balance for a moment until he could recover and hug you back. Laughter fills his studio while you place little kisses all over his face, “Winning has never been so great!”

    For the first night in a few days, you’re able to enjoy a night together and leave work at the doorstep- which is how it’s supposed to be. When you started this relationship, you knew what came with it. The late nights, the touring, the second-hand stress from all the pressure put on your workaholic lover; you knew it was coming and you were prepared for it.

    You still are. If anything, your worries lay with Namjoon. While the makeup and smiles help to hide it from the public, the lack of sleep has taken a toll on him. He’ll even forget to eat if you don’t remind him. Namjoon will lock himself in his studio for hours and work till he passes out- or, if he does come home, you can feel all the tension he holds within himself by a single touch. The thoughts that occupied his mind hardly left.

     There are some days that you can hug him without sensing the stress that radiates off him as well as those moments when you can look into his eyes and see the peace within them; those are your favorite kind of days.

     You just wish you could find a way to make those days happen more.

      The sun peeks in from the windows like a stubborn and excited friend who wants you to wake up so, so badly because the morning is ‘the best part of the day’. Naturally, you pull the blanket over your head and bury your head into Namjoon’s chest, resisting the warm glow in an attempt to make the night last longer. A hand travels along your side, causing you to look up to the only one who it could be just to catch the gaze of a sleepy and smiling Namjoon, “Morning, baby girl.”

     You tilt your head up to leave a light kiss where his jaw meets his neck, “Morning, Joon, did you sleep well?”

     Realizing just how much he’s missed early mornings with you, even if it was almost 11am, he couldn’t help but pull you closer to his body, “The best I have in a long time.”

     “Really? See, told you that you just have to listen to me, silly,” The smile reaches your eyes as your light teasing causes an airy chuckle to pass his lips, no matter what he will never escape your teasing, will he? Then again, he can’t say he doesn’t miss it when he’s on tour either.

     “I guess you’re always right after all.”

     “You bet I am!”

     A sudden burst of energy pulses through your vein as you sit up and deliver a sweet kiss to his lips, resting a hand on his cheek, “Now, get your bum ready. I’m making breakfast!”

     In a swift motion, you leap off the bed and dash into the kitchen, making all sorts of noise as you take out all the pans, bowls, and utensils needed. The clattering in the kitchen beckons your lover from bed, albeit not without some delay due to the sleep still in his eyes. Hands come around your waist, halting your cooking and pulling you closer to the chest behind you. His head cranes over and rests on your shoulder, his eyes lingering on your own to share a sweet gaze. The unspoken question in the air is answered when you press your lips to his own plump pair, raising to lay a hand on his cheek to help deepen the exchange.

     “What are you making?”

     “I was just thinking some omelets and sausages, I also have fruit I can take out,” You propose, leaning into his touch and smiling up at a face you will never be tired of seeing.

     His hum of delight tells you that he more than approves and causes you to laugh a bit, “A delicious breakfast without Jin’s sass, love it.”

     Slipping out of his grasp, you shake your head, “The only reason he’s so strict and sassy with you in the kitchen is that despite your very sweet efforts to help, you mess with his flow.” Said discouraged helper hops on the counter and watches as you start to move breakfast along, “Plus, he may still be upset about that time when you tried to help with baking and added granulated sugar rather than powder.”

     Namjoon throws his head back, “They’re both sugar!”

    “And yet, they’re so different.”

     You try but fail at holding in your giggle when he sighs in exasperation, giving up and grumbling, “I know that now.”

     “Go wait in the living room, you goof, I’ll be done in just a moment, okay?”

     “Okay,” before he follows your playful orders, Namjoon leaves you with a swift kiss on the cheek.

     Moments later, you proudly plate your breakfast. The two plates look absolutely appetizing and you can’t wait to show Namjoon either; hopefully, you’ll even impress him. Feet pad against the floor as you carry the plates over to your tiny table, setting them down gently. Remembering that you typically need utensils to eat food as well, you make your way back into the kitchen and collect two sets of forks and knives.

     “Alright, Joonie! We are all-” The words got caught in your throat as you see his lips shift into a frown and his eyes refusing to meet your own. You know all too well what that face means by now. “… Already?”

     “I’m sorry Y/n, they called and-”

     Dejected yet sympathetic, you wave your hand to stop him from saying anymore- both because you already know the words to follow and also to save yourself from a small heartbreak. You muster up a smile and hug him, not letting him respond before you can say your peace with it, “It’s okay, we did wake up a little later and it probably is around noon right? I’m fine, Joon. I’ll wrap up your food so you can take it with you.”

     It almost feels like Namjoon’s afraid you’ll slip away with how tight he’s holding you.

     “Thank you, I… I really hope you know how much I appreciate you.”

     Rather than answering, you take his face in your hands, reach up, and kiss his nose. Eyes lock onto one another and speak silent words that no tongue could match.

     The following days hardly lighten up and Namjoon only seems to progressively get worse. The stress of the new comeback is weighing on him more than the ones preceding it, which only causes you to worry even more. You do all you can to help lighten the load whether it’s visiting him with small gifts and food or sending him encouraging little messages throughout the day. He says it helps- but you can still see how heavy the pressure is weighing on Namjoon despite him dismissing it and saying he’s okay.

     At this point, you don’t know what you can do anymore.

     Those fleeting moments where you see his truly happy self are becoming less and less. The very burnout that you were worried about is happening and you’re not positive if there is anything you could possibly do to help turn it around- not until after the comeback passes. But even then, a tour is surely soon to follow. How can you get a man to take time for himself if there’s hardly any room for it to begin with?

      You would see him less and less over the next two weeks. Of course, you two wanted to see each other, but between your own work and how busy he’s become, it became almost impossible. Even when you were free, getting him out of his fortress of solitude is a fight. And one night it really escalated to an actual fight, words would shoot back and forth. You were frustrated and he was stressed and suddenly, all of those pent up emotions shot out over the phone at each other.

     Thankfully, he did take time to visit you the next afternoon and apologize, you did as well, but in the end, the two of you felt defeated… Because again, what can you do to change it?

     Or so you thought.

     Late night videos sessions can lead to many things and your virtual journey last night lead you to a possible answer. It would take a bit of time and lots of research to make it happen though- but you’re determined to see Namjoon’s face when the surprise is revealed.

     For the first time in weeks, you’re feeling reinvigorated. You are motivated and thrilled over this new idea, anticipation growing with each passing day and with each new piece of progress. While you’re not usually fond of the lack of communication between you and Namjoon, admittingly it is easier to hide all your possibly suspicious running around. Plus, it also allows you to get your apartment ready for what’s to come.

                                                          x

     Finally, the day arrives when everything has come together and you are bouncing in place, the excitement bubbling over while you wait for Namjoon to arrive at your apartment. Your surprise lingers in the corner of your eyes, waiting to be revealed and you feel as if he can’t get here soon enough.

     As if your thoughts have summoned him, a knock on your door echoes through the apartment. Adrenaline pulses through your veins, feet dashing towards the door and swinging it open only to throw your arms around the neck of your sweetheart. You receive a delayed return of your hug, possibly due to the surprise of such excitement, and few soft chuckles, “Happy to see you too.”

     “Better be because I have a surprise!”

     “Do you now?” All he gets is a happy hum as a response while you take his hand in yours, leading him further into the apartment. You let go for a brief moment just to close your door behind him and then reach up from behind him, placing hands over his eyes, which makes Namjoon all the more amused by this peculiar situation, “Jagi, what is going on?”

     “I told you, I have a surprise and I don’t want it to be accidentally spoiled. So, let’s go to the couch and I’ll go grab it from there, okay?”

     He follows without another question, knowing that if he goes with this plan of yours it will all be a lot smoother for him. After a few more steps, you tell him to take a seat, he does, and leave him with one last order to not open his eyes- he promises he won’t. Smiling to yourself, you leave your temporarily sight depraved boyfriend on the couch as you approach the 50-gallon tank set against the wall on a small bookcase. You remove the top and ever so carefully reach down to grab the colorful creature from her branch, thankfully, she appears to be rather calm and doesn’t move around too much. Gently approaching Namjoon again, making sure to keep your little friend safe, you sit across from him on the floor. Once situated, eyes glance up at his closed ones, waiting to watch his reaction, “Alright, you can look.”

     So he does.

      Almost instantly the Joon that you’ve missed, the one whose mind is free from the plague of stress, returns. His dimples make an appearance as his smile spreads across his cheeks, he moves down to the floor to get a better look at this new addition to his heart. His dark eyes only met yours once before returning to the animal with such fascination that you haven’t seen in weeks.

     You couldn’t hold back your giggle; completely in love with the man in front of you. The childlike wonder in his eyes tells you that this surprise really is a good one and will hopefully assist in destressing Namjoon in a new and interesting way.

     “I’m sure you already guessed as much, but this is your surprise, Joonie. She’s a little Moon crab! A Halloween Moon crab specifically.”

     “A Halloween Moon Crab? How did you even find her?” He asks, though his eyes never leave the tiny crab that’s only about two inches big. Not that you mind, she is rather beautiful and well, Namjoon really loves his crabs. Her legs are a soft orange, apart from her two claws that prove to be an absolutely vibrant violet. The back was a stark contrast from the bright colors, covered in black. Two pale orange specks are next to her eyes and one in between above her mouth, they are all accompanied by four smaller white dots that lead down her back- her sweet and spooky color scheme leaves no room to wonder where her name comes from.

     “I guess since I was watching animal videos, when I was looking up ‘Moon Child’ Moon crabs were a suggestion and I couldn’t help but look into them. I found out that they can be kept as pets and I thought she may help you take a little more time to yourself- even if it’s just because you want to see her,” You trail off, an amused smile playing on your features as you gently set down the little crab on the coffee table behind you, “They like to eat fruits, so I’m going slice up some mango and you can watch her. You also need to think of a name for her!”

     His excitement grows at both the idea to name this tiny sweetheart and to watch her eat, too. Namjoon gently pets her back, still in some disbelief that this is really happening. You got him a crab- a crab! Oh- he’ll have to do some research about this little girl; he wants to know everything and anything so he can make sure that she’ll always be a happy crabby. He also has to think of a name and while he can’t quite place why, Namjoon is liking Namsun- maybe Nammie or Sunnie for short.

     A little over a minute later, you return with a small plate of thinly sliced mango and lettuce. Slipping next to Namjoon, you place the tiny platter in front of the crab- automatically gaining her attention and a few cute clicks of her claws as she scutters over. In the most adorable and odd fashion, she begins to eat one of the mango slices, picking it up with her purple pinchers and feeding it into her mouth while her eyes bobble a little to inspect the rest of the plate. Namjoon made little noises of awe which you may or may not have made your own noises of awe at.

     “So, did you think of a name?”

     His gray hair shakes with his nod, “I was thinking about Namsun!”

     “Namsun and Namjoon, it’s perfect!” You lay your head on his shoulder as you two contently watch Namsun eat. A feeling akin to being a proud parent washes over you and you place a chaste kiss on his lips, “You’re going to help out, right? Make time for her and yourself?”

     He chuckles, wrapping an arm around you and breaking his gaze on Namsun to look at you, “I will, definitely… huh, and you know what?”

     “Hmm?”

     Namjoon’s lips slip into a smirk, “With Namsun around, I won’t be just your daddy anymore.”

     “… I get you a crab and you do this to me?”

     He simply throws his head back in laughter and despite your rolling eyes, you couldn’t be happier. Your Namjoon is back; your playful and curious boyfriend whose beaming with such elation is back. And as you watch him gently stroke Namsun’s back, you know that even if there are few more bumps in the road, Namjoon will continue on with a reminder that it’s okay to take a break- all thanks to a girl who loves him and a spooky little crab.

x x x

TURQUOISE: You’re hot.

This was going to be a flower fic, but I got mildly metaphorical and now it’s called lighthouse lol. Aaaa I know I haven’t written in forever and I’m far less than consistent but I’m hopefully still a decent writer and I will hopefully be uploading more and being here for you all more as well :) Thank you, everyone, for your continued support, I love y’all big time and you have no idea how much I appreciate it<3!! 

Kind of requested by this sweetie! @glorious-idiot I know it’s very late but I hope you enjoy, love! Also this may or may not have a part two because I feel like it could but I feel like it’s also good as is. Soooo tell me what you all think ! ^^

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(2/2) I think as long as the topics are addressed in a realistic manner- like not romanticizing rape and other horrible things- and the author places a trigger warning, they're free to write about it. Obviously, I don't think anyone who writes these stories actually thinks BTS or any idol would actually do those things- it's all fiction. Some people just enjoy to write harsher content and it's hard to stop people from doing what they want online. Hopefully, they just take those precautions