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Summary: It all began with a small accident. A small car crash. A name known by everyone. And a woman who chose to leave— not because she didn’t care, but because she cared too much. Because sometimes— love isn’t about finding each other. It’s about whether you can hold on… when the world tries to tear you apart.
Status: Series | Series Masterlist
Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Reader
Word Count: 5.2k~
Genre: Idol!AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst (Lots of it!!)
Rated: MDNI, 18+ 🔞
Tags: ARMY, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, Awkwardness, Secret, Drama, Slice of Life, Reader is Yoongi Bias, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex
Posting Date: August 1, 2026
SCC: Ko-fi ☕️ ・ Taglist 📝
The night at the Los Angeles villa felt… too quiet. Even though there were seven people there. Still, someone was missing.
In the living room, Kim Namjoon sat on the couch, laptop open, headphones half off. In front of him were lyric notes. But for the past five minutes, nothing had actually been written.
Because instead… he was staring at his phone. Again.
“Joon.” Yoongi’s voice came from the kitchen.
“If you want to text her, just text her. Stop pretending to work.”
From the kitchen Yoongi shouted, “If you want to have a romantic conversation, leave the living room!”
Hoseok joined in from afar, “Don’t forget to eat!”
Namjoon stared at the ceiling. “Why do I have all of them…”
You laughed again. Finally he stood up, carrying his phone, moving to his room. Closing the door. Quiet. Finally.
He immediately sat on the bed, bringing the phone closer. “Sorry.”
You were still smiling. “It was fun.”
He shook his head. “No. I want to focus on you.”
He moved closer again. Closer. Calmer. “I miss you so much,” he said quietly.
You looked at him. “I miss you too.”
He smiled softly. Then clingy mode activated again. “What were you doing before I called?”
“Just relaxing.”
“Doing what?”
“Nothing.”
“Why didn’t you video call me first?”
You immediately laughed. “You…”
He pretended to be serious. “I’m serious.”
Suddenly...
knock knock knock.
“Joon.” That was Jin.
Namjoon immediately closed his eyes. “What now…”
Jin opened the door slightly. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Then go eat first.”
“I’m—”
Jin looked at the screen.
“Oh, you’re with Y/N.”
He immediately smiled at you. “Please tell him to eat, okay? When he misses someone, he tends to forget to eat.”
Namjoon: “HYUNG.”
You laughed again. “Okay, I’ll tell him.”
Jin looked satisfied, then left.
Namjoon looked back at you. His face was a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. “See?”
“Yeah.”
He moved closer again. Softer now. Calmer. “But I still miss you.”
He lay down on the bed, holding the phone above his face.
“Don’t go anywhere, okay?” he said.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
He smiled. Satisfied. For a few seconds he just stared at you. Quiet.
“I want you here.” His voice was soft. Honest.
You stayed quiet for a moment. “Me too.”
He smiled again. And this time— no one interrupted. No one shouted. No one came in.
Just him. And you.
From outside, Jungkook’s voice was heard again. “HYUNG! ARE YOU STILL VIDEO CALLING?!”
Namjoon immediately closed his eyes. “…I give up.”
You laughed again. And he— laughed too. Finally.
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The lights in that restaurant were… too romantic. Not warm. Not comfortable. But too romantic. And that immediately made you suspicious.
You stood in front of the private room door, still not entering, while staring at the small writing beside the door:
“Reserved.”
Your name. And underneath it— Name: KNJ.
Your heart immediately dropped.
The waiter opened the door. And you walked in. Slowly. Carefully.
As if walking too fast… would drastically change your life. The room was… insane. A private room different from usual. Quiet. Elegant. A table for two people. Dim lights. Wine already prepared.
And in the middle of all that Kim Namjoon sat neatly, turning toward you. Smiling. Calm. TOO CALM.
“You’re here already,” he said softly.
You: …the vibes are completely wrong.
“When did you book this…?” you asked while sitting down slowly.
“From LA,” he answered casually.
FROM LA. TWO MONTHS AGO. OH THIS WAS PLANNED.
“You… why?” he asked, noticing your expression.
“Nothing.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
Meanwhile inside your head:
He planned this from LA?
Why does it have to be a private room?
Why does it have to be this fancy?
Why does it have to be different from the usual private rooms?
WHY IS HE DRESSED SO NICELY?!
The waiter came in, menus served. You did not even look at the menu. You were only looking at Namjoon’s hand. Why were you looking at his hand?
Because what if he suddenly pulls out a ring from there…
Namjoon noticed your silence. “You’re not choosing food?”
“You choose.”
“Okay.”
He was relaxed. YOU WERE NOT RELAXED.
The food arrived. Beautiful. Expensive. Small portions. This was getting even more suspicious.
“You’re healthy, right?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Why are you tense?”
“I’m not tense.”
You were literally holding your water glass with both hands.
He stared at you for a long time. Seriously. DEEP.
Okay. THIS IS THE MOMENT.
You immediately straightened your posture. Took a breath. “Joon.”
“Yeah?”
“We need to talk.”
He immediately focused. “Okay?”
You started talking quickly. “I love you. But I’m not ready for marriage. Not because I’m not serious, but because I still want to focus on my career, you too, BTS is at their peak right now, and—”
“…I just wanted to invite you to dinner.”
Silence. Quiet. Empty.
You stopped. Slowly turning toward him. “…what?”
Namjoon looked at you. Then laughed. Not a small laugh. But a real laugh. Until he almost leaned back.
“You thought I was going to propose to you?” he said between laughs.
“THEN WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO THINK?!”
You immediately pointed around the room. “THIS PRIVATE ROOM IS DIFFERENT!”
“Yeah.”
“EXPENSIVE!”
“…yeah.”
“YOU BOOKED IT FROM LA!”
“Yeah… because I wanted to have dinner with you when I got back.”
“WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE THIS DRAMATIC?!”
He was still laughing. You were already half embarrassed, half annoyed.
“Wait,” you looked at him again, your suspicion not gone yet, “so you didn’t bring a ring?”
He immediately stopped laughing. Looking at you. Slowly. “…no.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Really?”
He narrowed his eyes too. “Do you want me to bring one?”
“DON’T.”
He finally calmed down, still smiling. “You’re overthinking.”
“This is not overthinking. This is survival.”
He laughed again. “You know…” he said while resting his chin on his hand, “I just miss you. That’s why I wanted a little dinner that’s a little… special.”
You stayed quiet. “…oh.”
He nodded casually. “Yeah.”
Then added, “But your reaction was way more special.”
“DON’T DO THIS AGAIN.”
For a few seconds both of you stayed quiet. Then you started laughing too. Softly. Because yeah… it was actually funny.
Namjoon then reached for your hand across the table. Gentle. Warm. “I’m not in a hurry,” he said softly.
You looked at him.
“If later…” he paused for a moment, smiling softly, “I want you to be ready too.”
You nodded slowly. Then he suddenly looked at you again. Seriously. “You said you would reject me earlier?”
You immediately got defensive. “I PANICKED.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t remember it.”
He smiled mischievously. “Too bad, I remember.”
“So if I propose later…” he continued casually.
You immediately pointed at him. “Not now.”
“Okay.”
“Not anytime soon.”
“Okay.”
“Not with a private room like this.”
He laughed. “Okay.”
You finally leaned back. More relaxed now. Lighter.
Then suddenly you asked quietly, “…but seriously, you didn’t bring a ring, right?”
He looked at you. Quiet. Then touched his jacket pocket.
“KIM NAMJOON—”
He immediately burst out laughing. “I’M JOKING!”
You immediately threw a napkin at him. “DON’T DO THAT!”
He was still laughing. Eventually you laughed too.
And that night what was supposed to be an ordinary romantic dinner… turned into one of the most ridiculous nights ever. Because apparently you were already prepared to panic.
When all he wanted to do… was eat.
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That day was supposed to be important. The final practice before the big performance at Gwanghwamun Square for BTS’s comeback on March 21. But everything changed within seconds.
That move was supposed to be simple. They had repeated it hundreds of times. But maybe because of exhaustion or a slightly wrong step—
crack.
His ankle. The pain immediately spread. Namjoon stopped, breath caught, body slightly unsteady before finally sitting down.
“Hyung, are you okay?” the other members’ voices sounded panicked.
Namjoon only nodded slowly, even though his face clearly showed he was holding back pain.
“Just a small sprain.”
But everyone knew it was not just that.
Throughout the ride home, his thoughts were not about practice. Not about the performance. But you. He did not say anything. He did not want to make you worry. And he was sure you would not come tonight either.
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The door opened. Quiet. Or… it should have been. Namjoon stepped in slowly, limping slightly, carefully taking off his shoes.
Then a scent. Warm. Familiar. He frowned. His steps stopped in front of the kitchen. And there— you.
Standing in front of the stove, stirring something in a pot, your hair tied carelessly, still wearing simple home clothes. As if you were supposed to be there.
“…”
Namjoon stayed silent for a few seconds.
Then— that smile appeared. Slow. But full. “You… came?”
You turned around, startled for a second, then immediately noticed the way he was standing. “What happened to your leg?”
Instead of answering he walked closer. Slowly, but surely.
“You haven’t answered,” you repeated, eyebrows slightly furrowed.
But before you could protest again Namjoon’s arm was already wrapped around your waist from behind. Pulling you gently toward him.
“Joon—the stove—”
“Just for a second.”
His voice was low. Tired. But warm. Then a kiss. On your neck. Once. Twice. Longer.
“Namjoon!” goosebumps immediately spread across your skin, reflexively stopping his hand. “I’m cooking!”
He only let out a soft sigh against your neck, as if he had found home. “Missed you.”
You stayed quiet. You could really feel his heart there. But still— “What happened to your leg?” you asked again, softer this time.
He finally answered quietly. “A small sprain.”
“Small, he says,” you muttered, but it was obvious you were worried.
After that, you forced him to sit down. Literally forced him. And finished cooking by yourself.
He ate quietly. Occasionally glancing at you. Occasionally smiling to himself. “What?” you finally noticed.
He shook his head slowly. “Just happy.”
“Because of the food?”
“Because of you.”
You immediately got flustered.
After finishing, you cleaned the table. And of course he did not stay still. Namjoon stood up (even though he was still limping slightly), approaching you again.
“You should sit down,” you protested.
He did not listen. His hands were already back around your waist. “You know I’m injured right now, right?” he said softly.
“Yeah, that’s why—”
“Then I need extra care.”
You immediately turned sharply toward him. “Namjoon.”
He held back a smile. “Where’s my reward?”
You were genuinely speechless. “You—” you sighed, almost unable to believe him. “Your leg is injured!”
“Well it’s not that part that’s injured.”
“Kim Namjoon!”
He just laughed softly. You finally hit his arm lightly. “There’s no reward system. Sit down. Rest.”
He let out a dramatic sigh. “Cruel.”
“Let your leg heal first.”
He looked at you for a few seconds. Then— softer. “Okay.”
But his hand still held yours. Pulling you a little closer. “Just stay with me.”
And this time you did not refuse. Because behind all his teasing… you knew what he needed tonight was not that. But you. Close. And still there.
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March 21, 2026. Seoul, a night full of cheers and distance. Gwanghwamun Square was filled with a purple ocean. Thousands of ARMYs screaming, light sticks shining like stars falling to earth.
On stage, BTS stood magnificently.
And in the middle of it all… Kim Namjoon.
Leader. Support system. And someone who was far too hard on himself.
Meanwhile… You were not there.
You sat in your apartment. Laptop open. An unfinished Excel file. Netflix replaying the concert livestream. Your eyes split between two things.
Work. And him.
Namjoon on screen smiled— but you noticed something other people might not realize. The way he stood. Slightly heavier on one leg. Slightly holding himself back. That ankle injury… was not healed yet.
You bit your lip.
“Why are you…” you muttered quietly. “…never able to relax?”
On screen, he laughed. And stupidly… it felt like he was looking at you.
The concert ended close to midnight. The ending moment played out. The members joked around with each other. Then the camera caught— Namjoon stepping off stage… limping slightly.
Your heart immediately dropped. “Namjoon…” you whispered.
Tomorrow morning he had a flight to the US. And he was still like that.
You did not go to his apartment tonight. Not because you did not want to. But because you knew… If you went there you would not leave quickly.
And you still had work to do. So you only sent a message.
“Good job tonight. I’m proud of you.”
Typing…
No reply.
You let out a sigh. “He’s probably eating with the members…”
It made sense. Normal. It should have been like that.
30 minutes later.
DING DONG.
You stopped typing. Looking at the door. It was almost midnight. “Who is it…”
You walked slowly. Opened the door— And immediately froze. “…Namjoon?”
He stood there. Black hoodie. Cap pulled low. Mask half removed.
And that exhausted face that… still looked soft. “Hi, baby.”
Your brain needs time to process.
“…You— You came here?!”
He stepped inside slowly. Closed the door. And without many words— immediately pulled you into his arms. Warm. Heavy. Real.
“Missed you…” he murmured into your hair.
You were still shocked.
“Namjoon… you just had a concert… then dinner… tomorrow you have a flight…”
“I know.”
“And then you came here?!”
He pulled your face slightly closer. Looking at you. “I had to see you.”
Deg.
That sentence always worked. Always.
Earlier That Night
Private restaurant. BTS members sitting casually. Namjoon standing up. Instantly becoming the center of attention.
“Where are you going?” Jin asked.
“To Y/N’s for a bit.”
Silence.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “We have a morning flight.”
“I know.”
Jimin laughed softly. “Hyung… you’re injured.”
“I know.”
Jungkook covered his face. “Hyung… seriously.”
Taehyung grinned. “Our leader is in love.”
Hoseok only shook his head. “Go. But don’t stay too long.”
Jin casually added, “If you’re late, we’ll leave you.”
Namjoon smiled softly. “I won’t.”
And he still left.
Yoongi let out a sigh. “…he’s beyond saving.”
Back to You
You pulled Namjoon inside.
“Are you crazy?!”
He only laughed softly. “A little.”
You immediately paid attention to the way he walked.
Slowly. Carefully. Your eyebrows immediately raised. “Your ankle still hurts?”
He let out a small sigh. “…still hurts.”
You immediately sighed deeply. “Namjoon…”
But he did not answer. Because his arms were already back around your waist. Pulling you close. And before you could continue, He kissed you. Slow. Warm. Full of longing.
Soft at first. Then deeper. Then even deeper. His hand moved up your back. Pulling you closer. His breathing started getting heavier.
And you… started melting. It was always like this.
But— You remembered. You immediately pressed against his chest. “Stop.”
He stopped. Looking at you. “…Why?”
“Your ankle hurts.”
He sighed softly. “I’ll be careful.”
“No.”
He frowned.
“No?”
“No.”
Firm.
Namjoon looked at you. Slightly disbelieving. Slightly frustrated.
“Baby…”
You touched his cheek. Gently. “You’re tired.”
“…I missed you.”
“I know.”
“We’re going to be apart for a few days.”
“I know.”
“And you—”
“Are still injured.”
He stayed quiet. You continued softly. “And I don’t want you getting worse just because you’re stubborn.”
Silence.
He let out a long sigh. “You’re cruel.”
You smiled softly. “Yes.”
He dropped his head onto your shoulder. Like a child. “I came here because…”
“…to ask for your reward?” you cut him off.
He stayed quiet. Then softly— “…yeah.”
You immediately laughed softly. “Kim Namjoon…”
He hugged your waist tighter. “I really missed you…”
This time his voice was softer. More honest. And that… made you weak.
But you still stood up. Went to get water and medicine. Came back. “Drink.”
He looked at the medicine like it was an enemy. “I didn’t come here to drink medicine.”
“You came here because you missed me.”
He stayed quiet.
“Drink.”
He let out a sigh. “…Yes, ma’am.”
And finally obeyed.
After that… You sat beside him. He immediately pulled you close again. Slower this time. More careful. “Can I at least hold you?”
Your chest felt warm. “Yes.”
The room became quiet. Only the sound of breathing. He kissed your forehead. Long. And this time… not rushed.
A few minutes passed. His head rested on your shoulder. Heavy. Warm. Comfortable. “Did you watch the concert?” he murmured.
“Yeah. I saw you limping.”
He smiled softly. “I’m okay.”
You shook your head slowly. “That’s why heal first.”
He held your hand. “I’ll heal…”
He whispered. “…for you.”
Deg.
You held your breath.
“When I’m healed…” he continued softly.
You turned toward him.
“Yeah?”
He lifted his face slightly. Looking at you. “Reward.”
You immediately laughed.
“Yes, Kim Namjoon.”
“Promise?”
You nodded.
“Promise.”
He smiled. His eyes shining slightly. “You’re dangerous, baby.”
“You started it.”
A while later… He almost fell asleep on your shoulder. A great leader. Who stood in front of thousands of people. Now— sleeping quietly on you.
Before fully falling asleep… he murmured softly.
“Y/N…”
“Hm?”
“Don’t forget…”
“You…”
“…reward.”
You laughed softly.
“Yeah.”
And that night, nothing was rushed. Nothing was forced. Just hugs. Just warmth. Just love that quietly… ran deep.
Because for Namjoon coming to you that night was enough. And for you, holding him back… was the truest form of love.
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Past midnight. Your apartment. The living room lights dim. Netflix was still replaying the concert from earlier. And on the couch, Kim Namjoon leaned back, eyes half closed.
The medicine you gave him was starting to work. But every time you moved even slightly, His eyes opened again. Making sure. You were still there.
You sat at the dining table. Laptop open. Deadlines still chasing you. But your focus… was never truly complete. Because every time you glanced at him. He was looking at you.
Always. As if that alone was enough.
His phone vibrated.
Namjoon groaned softly, then answered. “Hyung.”
The voice from the other side— Kim Seokjin. “Did you go home already?”
Namjoon glanced at you. “…Not yet.”
One second of silence.
“Of course not.”
From the background, another voice joined in.
Kim Taehyung: “He’s definitely still at Y/N’s apartment.”
Jeon Jungkook laughed softly.
“It hasn’t even been two hours.”
Park Jimin: “Hyung seriously can’t stay away.”
Namjoon held back a smile. “I’m sleeping here tonight.”
Instant silence.
Then— “…Your bag?” Jin asked.
“Already packed at my apartment.”
“So you want me to get it?”
Namjoon answered casually. “Yeah, hyung.”
A long sigh. From afar Yoongi’s voice could be heard: “Just get it for him. It’s safer if he stays there.”
Jimin laughed. “If he’s there, he’ll definitely get woken up.”
Taehyung added, “If he’s at his own place, he sleeps like the dead.”
Jungkook: “And Y/N is stricter than the manager.”
You immediately glanced at Namjoon.
He only grinned. “You guys are mean.”
Jin finally gave up. “Fine. I’ll get it.”
“Thank you, hyung.”
“But you promise—”
“I won’t be late.”
“And you’ll get picked up there?”
“Yeah.”
“Sleep.”
“Yes, hyung.”
The call ended.
You looked at him. “So… you’re really staying over?”
He nodded casually. “Apparently it’s safer.”
You smiled softly. “They trust me more than they trust you.”
Namjoon moved closer. Slowly. Still limping slightly. His hand resting on the table beside you. His body bent down slightly close to your neck. “I trust you more too.”
His voice was low. Warm. Close. Your heartbeat immediately changed rhythm.
“Namjoon… I’m working.”
“Hmm.”
But he did not leave. Instead, he kissed your shoulder softly. Brief. Gentle. Dangerous.
“Go sleep,” you tried to sound firm.
He smiled.
“Okay.”
But before really pulling away— He hugged you from behind. A few seconds. No words. Warm. Calm. Like he was… recharging himself.
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The lights turned off. You both lay down. And as usual, he immediately pulled you into his arms. Carefully. Not holding too tightly. Because he remembered… you told him not to.
“I’m glad I came,” he whispered.
You hugged him back. “Me too.”
A few minutes. His breathing became heavier. Then steady. He fell asleep.
You looked at him. A great leader. Who stood in front of thousands of people earlier. Now sleeping on you. Without defenses. Without burdens.
And you realized, he came here… not just because he missed you. But because… this was the only place where he could truly rest.
Morning. Light slowly slipped through the curtains. Quiet. Warm. And for a few seconds there was no outside world.
Namjoon woke up first. Still holding you. You were still asleep. Your breathing is soft. Calm. And he just stayed there. Looking at you. As if he did not want to wake up.
Then he moved closer. Kissing your shoulder softly. Then your neck.
You shifted slightly. “Namjoon…” Still half asleep.
He smiled softly. “I’m awake.”
His voice was husky. Morning voice. Dangerous. His hand moved slowly over your waist. Reflexively. Carefully. As if he only wanted to make sure you were real.
“Namjoon…” you groaned softly.
He moved closer again. “You have to wake up.”
“You also have to get ready for your flight…” you answered softly.
He stayed quiet for a moment. Then— “I know.”
You opened your eyes slightly.
He looked at you. Gentle. “I’m not asking for a reward.”
You immediately relaxed a little. “Good.”
But his smile changed. Slightly mischievous. “But…”
You immediately became suspicious. “Namjoon…”
He leaned closer. “My mouth doesn’t hurt.”
Deg.
“And my hands don’t either.”
You immediately covered your face. “Kim Namjoon…”
He laughed softly.
But this time not rushed. Not selfish. All his movements were slow. Careful. As if he truly remembered you stopped him because you cared.
“I missed you,” he whispered. His tone sounded different. Deeper. More honest. And that… was what made you lose.
“Just for a bit,” you whispered.
He smiled. “Just a bit.”
Time moved slowly. Too fast. Yet too short at the same time. It was not about desire. But about the way he treated you. The way he stayed gentle. The way he still held himself back. And that… was far more dangerous.
He started kissing your face slowly, moving down to your neck, then lower again to your chest and further down. Slowly opening your pajama pants before giving you overwhelming pleasure with his mouth. You moaned loudly because of the sensation from his skilled fingers and mouth.
The alarm rang. Reality returned. Namjoon groaned. “We have to get up.”
You laughed softly. “The leader of BTS has to go to the airport.”
He kissed your lips. Slow. Warm. “I’ll collect double later.”
You smiled. “When you’re healed.”
“Promise.”
A few minutes later he was ready. Coat on. Cap. Mask. But before leaving he stopped. Pulling you into one last hug. This time tighter. Longer. “I’ll heal quickly.”
He whispered into your ear.
“Then…”
You smiled softly.
“…double.”
He laughed quietly. His phone vibrated.
“Manager: We’re downstairs.”
Time was up. He kissed your forehead. Then left.
The door closed. The apartment became quiet again. But this time— Not empty. Because his warmth was still there. His scent still lingered. And his promise… still hung in the air.
Inside the van there were only 2 people. The driver and Yoongi, with Yoongi sitting beside Namjoon as they went to pick up Jin.
And Namjoon himself… still staring straight ahead. But his mind was clearly not there. The van started moving out of the basement. Parking lot lights passed one by one. Silence. Yoongi was the first to break it.
“You’re walking slower today.”
His tone was casual.
Namjoon smiled softly. “It still hurts a little.”
Yoongi nodded. But his eyes never left Namjoon. Observing. Reading him. Jin spoke from the front. “But your face doesn’t look like someone who’s injured.”
Namjoon turned slightly. “Hmm?”
Jin narrowed his eyes. “Usually after a concert + injury + lack of sleep—”
He pointed at Namjoon’s face. “—that’s a zombie face.”
Yoongi added quietly, “This time it’s different.”
A brief silence. Namjoon sighed softly. Then leaned his head against the seat. “It is different.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow. Jin immediately turned more clearly. “Oh?”
Namjoon did not answer right away. His gaze stayed outside the window. Seoul was still half asleep. Streetlights are still glowing. The sky still gray. Eventually they arrived at Jin’s apartment and Jin got in, sitting in the back.
“I slept well last night,” Namjoon said quietly.
Yoongi smiled slightly. “Not just that.”
Jin grinned. “Where did he stay over, Yoongi?”
Yoongi answered casually. “You know the answer.”
Jin immediately laughed softly. “Ah… obviously.”
Namjoon covered his face for a moment. “You guys are loud.”
Jin did not stop. “How many hours?”
Namjoon immediately turned. “Hyung.”
Yoongi laughed softly. “He’s not asking for details.”
Jin quickly added, “I’m just asking about duration.”
Namjoon shook his head, but a small smile appeared. “Enough.”
Yoongi leaned back in his seat. “It shows.”
Silence again. But this time… warm.
A few seconds later Yoongi spoke again. “Not just sleeping well.”
Namjoon looked at him.
Yoongi continued, “You look… calm.” That sentence… was deeper than it sounded.
Namjoon stayed quiet for a moment. Then smiled softly. “Yeah.”
Jin raised an eyebrow. “Wow.”
Namjoon laughed quietly. “What?”
Jin crossed his arms. “It’s rare for you to answer that honestly.”
Yoongi stared straight ahead. “But it’s obvious.”
Namjoon lowered his head slightly. His hands played with his phone. But he still had not opened anything. “…I just needed that,” he said quietly.
Jin turned. “Needed what?”
Namjoon shrugged. “Her.”
Silence. Yoongi smiled softly. As if he already knew.
Jin clicked his tongue quietly. “Our leader is so romantic.”
Namjoon laughed softly. But this time he did not deny it.
The van had already entered the main road. Seoul slowly started waking up. More cars appeared. Traffic lights changed colors.
Inside the van… the atmosphere stayed calm. But the conversation shifted direction. Deeper.
Yoongi spoke without turning. “You changed after the military.”
Namjoon looked slightly surprised. “…Did I?”
Jin nodded from the front. “Yeah.”
Namjoon frowned. “In a bad way?”
Yoongi shook his head. “More… clear.”
Jin added, “You know what you want now.”
Namjoon stayed quiet. Processing it.
Yoongi continued softly, “Back then you always thought about everyone else first.”
“Now…”
He glanced briefly. “…you’ve started choosing.”
Namjoon smiled softly. “And that’s wrong?”
Yoongi answered immediately. “No.”
Jin added, “Actually now you finally look human.”
Namjoon laughed softly. “Thank you, hyung.”
A few seconds of silence. Then Yoongi spoke again. “I met her a lot while you were gone.”
Namjoon immediately turned. Focused.
“I know,” he said softly.
Yoongi nodded. “You asked me to.”
Jin glanced through the mirror.
“Oh? You entrusted Y/N to Yoongi?”
Namjoon smiled softly. “I trust hyung.”
Yoongi shrugged. “She never caused trouble.”
Namjoon immediately replied, “Yeah.”
His tone… certain. Without hesitation. Yoongi continued, “She works constantly.”
“Sometimes forgets to eat.”
Namjoon sighed softly. “Still the same.”
Jin laughed quietly. “You match. You do that too.”
Namjoon smiled. “Yeah.”
Yoongi turned slightly. “But she always talked about you.”
Namjoon stayed quiet. Yoongi continued, “In a way that was…”
he paused briefly. “…calm.”
Jin raised an eyebrow. “Calm?”
Yoongi nodded. “Not loud. Not dramatic.”
“Just…”
“…certain.”
Namjoon lowered his head. His hands finally opened his phone. Your chat appeared on screen.
“…that’s just how she is,” he said softly.
Jin smiled slightly. “So you’re the loud one.”
Namjoon laughed. “Yeah.”
Yoongi leaned back again. “You two fit together.”
A simple sentence. But heavy.
Namjoon nodded slowly. “I know.”
A few seconds. Only the sound of the engine.
Then Namjoon suddenly smirked slightly. “Hyung.”
Yoongi glanced at him. “Hmm?”
Namjoon leaned slightly closer. “You know you’re her bias, right?”
Jin immediately burst out laughing. “Finally said it!”
Yoongi only smiled slightly. “I know.”
Namjoon sighed dramatically. “Good thing I got her first.”
Jin slapped the dashboard. “Confidence!”
Yoongi smirked faintly. “What if you didn’t?”
Without hesitation, Namjoon answered. “I’d lose.”
One second of silence. Then Yoongi laughed softly. Rare.
“Good thing I’m not interested.”
Jin immediately turned. “Wow, so arrogant.”
Yoongi answered casually. “I’m realistic.”
Namjoon smiled. “Yeah… good thing.”
The van started approaching the road leading to the airport. The sky was getting brighter.
Namjoon looked at his phone again. Typing quickly.
Namjoon:
I’m in the car now.
A few seconds.
A reply appeared immediately.
You:
Be careful. Don’t forget your medicine.
Namjoon smiled. Softly. Reflexively.
Yoongi noticed. “See?”
Jin glanced through the mirror too. “Instant reply.”
Namjoon laughed softly. “Yeah.”
Yoongi shook his head slowly. “Our leader…”
Jin continued, “…is done for.”
Namjoon did not deny it. Did not joke. Did not defend himself. He only smiled. “Yeah.”
And along the long road to the airport… between packed schedules and the distance that was coming… For the first time in a long time Namjoon felt calm.
Because now he knew… No matter how far he went today, there was someone… who would always wait for him to come home.
← Part 8 | Part 10 →
Author Notes: Hi! I hope you haven’t forgotten about this story. It was the very first story I ever wrote, so of course, there are still many things I could improve. I already have several chapters saved and only need to polish them, so I’ve decided to work on this story again. Thank you so much for reading! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. :)
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💜 BTS (방탄소년단)
OT7
Boyfriend (Headcanons)
Helping You When You're Sick (Headcanons)
Kim Namjoon (RM)
(Coming soon)
Kim Seokjin (Jin)
(Coming soon)
Min Yoongi (SUGA)
(Coming soon)
Jung Hoseok (j-hope)
(Coming soon)
Park Jimin
He Watches You During His Performance (Imagine)
Kim Taehyung (V)
(Coming soon)
Jeon Jungkook
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I'm always finding new characters and stories to fall in love with, so this list will continue to grow over time.
And just know when you post that mad scientist Namjoon and obsessive tae…ima be on that ass
Ugh thanks hoe- I’m currently working on the Tae fic, but rn I’m on a break getting drunk(currently still am) with my homegirls loll and going to concerts two days in a row haha. Will try to at least finish it by Sunday.
And about the namjoon fic, currently it’s sidelined, but will definitely not abandon it!!
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BTS
-Oneshots:
The Golden Cage (Taehyung x y/n): People loved him, the succesful actor Kim Taehyung, the gentleman who loves his wife so much... but behind closed doors things are not the same
Illusion (Jimin x y/n): After discovering that Jimin staged a terrifying stalking campaign to manipulate her into returning, Y/N flees his control only to find herself completely unable to survive without his protection.
-Part one, Part two
Mad Dog (Jungkook x y/n) You knew being the assistant of the famous Boxer Jungkook and your once bully isn't easy. You thought it was mutual hate work only relationship, yet he seemed to want more than that.
-part one, part two , Part three, part four
The Devil's Cadence (Yoongi x y/n) You thought leaving was easy, yet he proves to you that you can't leave him.
Secrecy (Jin x y/n): Three years, you loved him, he loved you back. Three years of a seceret relationship. You thought it was secert until you both get married and then the typically happy ever after... Only to learn that he got married to someone other than you...
-Part one, Part two, Part Three, part four
-Fanfic
Where the ice cracks (Taehyung x y/n) Mafia themes
chapter: one,
-Requests
Possessive! Mafia Hoseok x y/n he makes sure you know what happens when anyone tries to breath the same air as you.
Accidental Kidnap (Jimin x y/n) when a stupid little prank ended up with you kidnapping a bleeding drug lord.
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