#rapmon fluff

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reader x Namjoon

300ish words

Soft fluff for my soft stans

(the mildest angst if you squint)

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Finally,

He came to bed.

Shuffling the duvet, you pushed it aside to welcome him.

“You’re here…. you’re finally here,” you mumbled, voice heavy and slow with sleep. He’d had another late night in the studio. God only knew what time it was now.

“Shhh, I’m here, baby girl. Come here.”

He scooped you against his body and for all your usual resistance, this time you melted against him.

“Are you comfortable like this? Or would you like to lay on my chest?”

Soundlessly, You nudged his chest with your nose like a newborn puppy and you felt his breath when he smiled softly in the darkness. Rolling onto his back, he opened his arms to receive you as you molded back around him. Cheek pressed warmly into his collarbone and arm firmly draped around his hip, your fingers lovingly traced the small gap of skin above his shorts as sleep began to wash over you.

“I love you,” you mumbled into his skin, your voice so soft even you barely heard it.

“I love you, babygirl.” He pressed a kiss into your hair and for the first time in days,

you felt like you could finally breathe.

Why didn’t it always feel like this?

Loving, open, simple.

You were too exhausted to put up your usual defenses. You wondered why your body had to be at its most vulnerable place, just seconds before sleep, before you were finally relaxed enough to let him in. You had no answer for that.

But for the life of you, you wished you could bottle the way you feel right now. Take it out later when your mind is place you cannot trust to drink this memory deep- to refresh yourself with it, to remind yourself how wonderful he is when you just let him catch you.

The warmth of him crept deep under your skin and into your bones. His soft breathing hushed you like a lullaby until the room was still- reverent with silence as you slipped into the deepest sleep cradled in the arms of your beloved.

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thank you so much for visiting my little corner of the internet again! I hope you enjoyed soft, boyfriend Namjoon. Please let me know what you think! ✨

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (fluff)

Warnings: Pregnancy, Birth, and all the icky bodily fluids that come along with it.

Summary: Your due date has come and gone. Namjoon’s excited and you’re uncomfortable, but you’re both equally as impatient to meet your little girl.

Word count: 2.5k

This will be a series of drabbles I intend to post over the next few days, detailing the labour, birth, and early postnatal period. Expect a lot of fluff ♡♡

Part One / Part Two / Part Three 

“Ok, so.”  Namjoon’s head pops around the bathroom door, long fingers curled around the door frame as he watches you change your sanitary pad, disgust written all over your face.  As soon as you hear his voice your head snaps up, hands stilling.

“JOON! Get out!”  He rolls his eyes but at your continued glare he dutifully covers them with a hand, hiding you from his sight so you can carry on cleaning yourself up.  

“You do realise I’m gonna be seeing much grosser stuff than this over the next 24 hours, right?”  

“Yeah well, let’s try not to peak too soon,” you mutter, throwing the sopping wet pad into the bin, “Anyway, what did they say?”  Another twinge of pain gnaws at your lower abdominals as you move around, putting on a new pair of underwear and some soft, stretchy sweats.  Is it supposed to just keep coming out like this?  It’s never-ending.

“They said to make sure she keeps moving, make sure the water stays clear, and call them back when your contractions start,” Namjoon recites verbatim, and you can see him peeping at your through his fingers before he lowers his hand back down to his side once you’re decent.  “Or else in 24 hours, whichever comes first.”  

“Great, ok.”  You give a short sharp nod as he approaches you across the tile, arms already stretched out wide.  You’re starting to feel slightly nauseous, and something tells you it’s more to do with nerves than general pregnancy-induced queasiness this time around.  

Namjoon wraps his arms around you from the side, placing a kiss against your temple as he rubs reassuringly at your stomach.  He’s always been able to read you like a book; easily identifying  your anxiety from the way you’re chewing at the inside of your cheek, frowning hard.  

“They also said to avoid anything that’d risk introducing infection,” he says into your hair, rocking the two of you gently side to side.  

“Like what?” you query, placing your hands onto the arm that’s wrapped around you and tilting your head to look up at him.  

“Like… using those funky strawberry scented bath bombs you like.”  You ‘hmm’ in agreement, rubbing your thumbs over his arm as you look at your reflections in the bathroom mirror.  Namjoon looks gorgeous, as always, his white t-shirt setting off his tan skin just so, cheeks dimpling as he catches you look and gazes back, leaning his head on yours.  “Sex is off the table too, apparently,”  he adds, smile turning cheeky whilst yours completely disappears.  

“Seriously?” you choke, horrified at the mere prospect, “Are you really telling me that there’s people out there that’d think sex was a good idea right now?”  Namjoon just laughs, leaning in to kiss your cheek and then releasing you from his grasp as you try to forget it was ever mentioned.  

“C’mon.”  He walks out of the bathroom, beckoning you after him, and when you finally get back into the living - you’d had to stop along the way because of that damn cramping in your stomach - you find that Namjoon had apparently been very productive during the time he’d spent on the phone.

He’s switched off the television and turned all the lights down soft and low, your favourite chill out tunes playing quietly from the mp3 player stand.   The whole room is swathed in the glow of lamplight, a little bottle of massage oil waiting on the coffee table.  If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Namjoon was trying to seduce you.

“I thought you said sex was off the table?” you ask with a smirk, one eyebrow raised.  He chuckles softly, grabbing your luminous purple birthing ball from where it’d been gathering dust in the corner and placing it in front of the sofa.  He sits himself behind it, a leg either side, and then pats it in invitation.  

“It’s all oxytocin, baby,” Namjoon tells you as he helps you ease yourself onto the ball and get your balance, “Making a baby, having a baby...  it’s all the same hormones that are involved, and they all work better with the lights down low.”  

“I knew it was a mistake for you to read all those birthing books,” you say right before letting a groan inadvertently slip as Namjoon starts to massage your lower back right where it aches the most, the scent of mandarin filling the air.  

From the moment you’d discovered you were pregnant Namjoon had started digesting every single titbit of knowledge he could find about pregnancy, labour, birth and babies.  There’s not a single question you’ve asked along the way that he couldn’t answer, and whilst it can sometimes be mildly irritating - anyone would think it was him having to give birth - it’s also been very reassuring to have your own pocket encyclopedia on hand.  Especially when that encyclopedia happens to be very skilled with his hands.  

Another bout of cramping comes and goes, but bouncing gently on your ball while Namjoon rubs your back really seems to help.  If this is what labour’s like, then this will be a breeze!  

“Hmm,” you sigh happily, letting your head tilt to the side and your eyes closed, “I could get used to this.”  

Oh.

Oh you were so tragically mistaken.  

What had started out as a bit of general discomfort - a mild tightening of your stomach every ten minutes or so that was pretty manageable with Namjoon’s encouragement - has all too quickly ramped up into something infinitely more intense.  It’s coming every three minutes now, taking away your ability to speak for almost a full minute as your bump turns rock hard.   Every contraction is like a wave, rising to a peak and then receding again just as quickly as it came, leaving you slightly breathless in their wake.

You wish you could go back in time and smack past-you in the face for being so blasé about this whole thing.  In fact, if time travel were an option you might just go back and never get pregnant in the first place.  

Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.  

“Do you want to get back in the bath?”  Namjoon offers, trailing around after you as you pace the living room restlessly.   You know he’s starting to feel out of his depth - you can tell by the way he’s wringing his hands when he thinks you’re not looking - and honestly you can’t blame him.  Neither of you anticipated just how intense this might be, and all the book knowledge in the world hasn’t helped him prepare for raw reality of it.  

“No, Namjoon, I don’t want to get back in the fucking bath,” you snap, stopping at the back of the sofa and bracing yourself on it as you feel another contraction brewing.  You shouldn’t snap at him really - Namjoon’s trying his best and you know you’re being a bitch.  A nice warm bath might have helped a couple of hours ago but you’re a bit beyond that now.   

Despite having had his head bitten off Namjoon is right there with you through it, rubbing your back firmly as you try your best to breathe steadily, eyes closed, fingertips digging into the sofa cushions.  Once it’s faded you’re suddenly aware of tears leaking down your cheeks, and as soon as you can straighten yourself again you’re turning around to face your husband and wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in his chest.  

“Can you call the hospital again, please Joonie?” you ask quietly, rubbing your tears on his t-shirt and then peeking up at him, anger and upset fading almost as rapidly as your contractions.  God, you really are all over the place right now, aren’t you?  “I don’t think I can manage anymore.”  It’s been a good few hours since your last phone call, so you feel as though you’ve given it your best shot.  If it’s too early the midwives can always send you home, anyway; though you think you might cry again if they do.  

Namjoon nods almost instantly, looking a little relieved as you slip out of his arms to begin pacing once more.  It feels better to keep moving; sitting is unbearable - lying down a fate worse than death.  You listen to Namjoon explaining everything over the phone, calmly and thoroughly answering each question the person on the other end might have, and though you’re in pain you still feel a little swell of pride right in the centre of your chest as he speaks.  

You couldn’t have hoped to ever have a better husband than him.  Sure, he might burn the dinner and break almost everything he touches - he’s also late a lot of the time, and his fashion sense is questionable at the best - but no one could ever be more supportive, more loving than Namjoon.  You’re fairly certain he’d tear off his own arm and give it to you if he thought it would make you happy.  

“Ok,” he says as he disconnects the call, stuffing his phone in his back pocket and then running his hand briefly through his hair, “I’ll grab the bags and then we’ll head out.”  

Oh god, does he really intend to be the one who drives?

“Call Yoongi.”  He stops halfway across the room, turning back to you with his mouth slightly agape.  

“Baby, it’s 4am-”

“I don’t really give a shit, Joon,” you interrupt through gritted teeth, another contraction brewing, “He volunteered his services, day or night, he knew the risks.”  

“But I can-”

“Namjoon you’ve had your license for two months.  You bunny hop at the best of times, especially when you’re nervous, and me yelling at you from the passenger seat isn’t going to help anything.  And I will yell, we both know it.”  You say this in one big rush, leaning over the back of the sofa with one hand on your stomach, trying to get all the words out before you’re rendered speechless again.  “Call.  Yoongi.”    

You see Namjoon hesitate for just a second, eyes fleeting back and forth between your own before he succumbs and reaches back into his pocket for his phone with a sigh, relenting.  He might not be on the receiving end of any harsh words from you, but you’ve no doubt he’ll be getting some from Yoongi once he realises what time it is, and Namjoon doesn’t look too enthusiastic about it.  

Still, poor timing on your behalf or not, Yoongi manages to turn up outside your apartment not twenty minutes later.  He honks the horn to alert you to his arrival and leaves the engine running - unconcerned with what the neighbours might say - and once Namjoon has helped you hobble down to the car with bags in hand, Yoongi is waiting in the driver’s seat with a smirk on his face and bags under his eyes.  

“You’re not gonna go leaking all over the seats are you?”  he asks, voice croaking as he turns to look at you over his shoulder, one hand still on the steering wheel, “I just had this cleaned.”  You give him a withering glare whilst Namjoon helps you in, one that Yoongi just grins at in reply.  With much grumbling you allow your husband to put on your seatbelt, already horrifically uncomfortable from just having to sit down and grimacing as Namjoon takes his place next to you, slamming the car door behind him with a thud.  

Yoongi pulls away from the curb almost immediately, making you groan in pain as the car lurches.  

“Can you go a bit faster, hyung?” Namjoon asks his friend, mistaking your general groaning for another contraction.

“No, don’t!” you disagree quickly, Namjoon’s head snapping round to face you with a frown, “Just… smoothly, please.”  Yoongi gives you a little nod in the rearview mirror and you smile back at him weakly, leaning into Namjoon when he puts his arm around your waist and kisses the top of your head.  

“Are you ok?” he asks, peering down at your tenderly.  He places one hand on top of yours atop of your bump and rubs circles with his thumb as you slowly nod, giving him the same feeble smile you did Yoongi.  

“Just about.”  

“And what about our little passenger?” Namjoon glances at your bump and again you nod, touched by his concern.

“Still kicking away,” you assure quietly, leaning your head on his chest.  It’s as that moment that Yoongi’s tyres meet a speed-bump, jolting you up and down with a shout of pain, despite him having taken it slowly.  

“Sorry, sorry,” Yoongi sheepishly mutters from the front seat, hands flexing around the wheel, and Namjoon tells him not to worry because you’re too busy trying to collect yourself and not unintentionally lose your shit for something purely accidently.  

Everything feels so low, like her head is sitting right in your ass, and it’s so uncomfortable, especially when you’re jostled around.  You try to focus on your husband’s comforting presence and the gentle way his fingers are trailing up and down your side, watching the streetlights speeding past the windows in the blink of an eye, but then another contraction starts and all those good intentions are abruptly cast aside.

“Ow, ow, fuck this one hurts,” you huff, grabbing onto Namjoon’s hand and squeezing it tightly, screwing your eyes closed and tensing your jaw to try and bare it as best you can.  How can they still be getting stronger?  This one feels even more intense, even longer lasting than they did just ten minutes ago, and to make it all the more unpleasant you seem to be draining more water each and every time.  Yoongi really might need his car cleaning again after this…

“Try to keep breathing baby, it’s gonna hurt more if you tense up,” Namjoon whispers into your ear, earning him a sharp smack on the leg.

“Easy for you to say!”  you grit out, but you try your best to take his suggestion anyway, knowing that he’s probably right.

“They really hurt that bad, huh?”  Yoongi asks, turning to look at you whilst you’re sat at a red light.  You give him the finger mid-pant and with that he turns back around, turning on the radio to drown out your groans.  Charming.  

You have at least another five contractions that you practically hyperventilate through before you arrive at the hospital’s maternity department, and with each one that’s gone by you’ve noticed Yoongi’s becoming more and more worried.  Well… simultaneously worried and amused by Namjoon’s seeming inability to get anything right.  And it’s not concern for your welfare that has Yoongi frowning; you know that.  He’s probably just freaking out that you’re going to have the baby right there in his precious back seat, placenta and all.  

He calls ‘good luck’ as Namjoon hauls you out of the car, earning another scalding for pulling on you too hard, and you can’t help but wonder to which of you it’s directed as he takes off, hurrying home, back to his bed. 

Either way, you have a feeling that both of you will need it.  

Pairing: namjoon X reader.

Genre: fluff.

(Credits to gif owners)

Being scared could mean many things, any situation could lead to fear, your fear, well it was a very common one, fear of spiders or any insects as a matter of fact, you hated their hairy long legs, you hated the way they were so fast and the way they felt on your hands, each time you freaked out looking at them and shaking your head while screaming,

“KILLLLLL ITTTTT” but namjoon is a kind soul, he has never and never will harm a single living creature, NEVER, unless it’s really harming you, but the spider that was found in the bathroom, was not that much of a threat,

“Y/n, you don’t need to kill it, it’s so much smaller than you” he walked over with a cup in one hand and captured the insect, he then exited the bathroom as you cautiously followed, from behind, half curious and half frightened, as soon as namjoon got to an open window, he let the spider loose into the wild so it could live happily, he smiled to himself and closed the window, as soon as your surrounding was clear and safe, you hugged namjoon from behind and buried your head into his back,

“What would I do without you? Thank you joonie” he smiled to himself and caressed your arms that were wrapped tightly around his torso

“Awww, was my jagi that scared?”

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader 

Word count: 1k. 

Summary: “You actually made him realize that he's worthy of love, and therefor he loves you more than he's ever loved anyone before.”  

Genre: Fluff

Author’s note: I got inspired by Namjoon’s blimp that said:’I wish I could love myself” x. 

Namjoon blinks a couple of times before his eyes adjust to the bright light that's shining into the apartment. He turns around and can't help but smile as he sees you're still asleep. As soon as he has turned around you instantly snuggle close to his chest, making him blush a little. He presses a kiss against your cheek as he happily welcomes your cuddly side. You're always cuddly when you're asleep and Namjoon pretends to be annoyed by it while in reality you both know how much he loves it. He closes his eyes again as he decides to wait until you wake up. However, soon his tiredness takes over and he's falling asleep again. Not too long after that you wake up yourself.

 You turn around to see Namjoon's peacefully sleeping face and press a soft kiss against his lips before sliding out of the bed and making your way to the kitchen after putting one of his shirts on with your panties of course. You go through the cupboards to look for something to make for breakfast when your eyes land on a box of pancake mixture. You remember going out to eat breakfast with Namjoon once and he told you how much he loves to eat pancakes with syrup and fresh fruit in the morning. You smile happily as you grab the box and check if he has any fruit and syrup. Luckily for you he has so you grab two pans, one for the pancakes and one for the syrup before heating them up.

You quickly make the mixture as you quickly glance over at the bed, only to see that your boyfriend was still peacefully asleep. You put some of the mixture in the pan and let it bake while you turn to gather some of the fruit. He mainly has red fruit like; strawberries, berries and blueberries. You love all of them plus you think that Namjoon likes them too so you put some of that aside as you flip the pancake before pouring the cold syrup in the pan to heat it up. The pancakes are quite big so you settle for 3 per person. It takes about 20 minutes before all of them are ready and you start plating up. Right that moment you hear moment coming from the bed. As you look up from the plates you see your boyfriend looking at you with an adorable confused expression. You can't help but laugh at the look on his face as you gather the plates and carry them to the bed. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he sees the plates of pancakes. Immediately a bright smile covers his face as you place the plate in his lap. He presses a short kiss against your lips as he whispers,

"You didn't have to baby, but thank you."

➔ author’s note: imply googly bear being extra rude today. So I wrote him a fluff to numb the pain he inflicted on me. How are you a year younger than me? Call me noona.

That would be $35.50.

Namjoon took his phone from the back pocket and pay by credit card via wave. But his wallet fall in the process. His worned out wallet fell, flaps wide open, faced down.

“Thank you.” The cashier smiled at him and he naturally repaid the gesture with a smile of his own. He picks the wallet from the floor and felt the old leather, underneath his fingertips, feeling rather nostalgic. He rarely carries cash now and usually pay by one-for-all debit card. He sat next to Taehyung who was witnessing the whole wallet incident.

“You don’t even use cash anymore why do you carry that old raggedy wallet.” Taehyung said in thick Daegu dialect as Namjoon pulls out a chair and placed the old wallet on the table next to the receipt. Namjoon smiles fondly at it, opening the flaps and inhales deep. The zipper don’t even work anymore and the fake leather skin is peeling on the sides from overused, the flap where tiny picture are supposed to be, is left vacant from the day he got them. Until now.

Namjoon thumbed the edges of that wallet while Taehyung judges him from the side. “I wonder how she’s doing.” He started and slowly the smile on his lips turns into a thin line. He knits his brows together, a crease forming in between them as he tries to remember the events that unfold.

“It’s not expensive…” your voice drifted in the strong wind, that September had. Namjoon, much younger then, unwraps the humbly wrapped gift in a second, which consists only a strand of pink ribbon he recognized from the hall where they were preparing for the mayor’s visit.

Pink ribbon to tie around the welcoming doorgifts. The only pink ribbon that was missing, was indeed this one he is holding. You must have taken it when no one was looking. A Vice President of the Student Association shouldn’t do this. Namjoon implied to you in his silent thought.

“It’s not expensive like the ones others got you.” You stammered, biting your lower lip, afraid of what he might say. Namjoon drops his head and smiled, the wallet, brand new, in his hand. “…you don’t have to bring me gifts…” he chuckled lightly, “…so this is why you’ve been doing part time jobs?” Namjoon face fell as he realized that he owed you too much.

“What do I say to that.” Namjoon panics. You shook your head and told him to calm down. “…I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. You don’t carry wallets at all. Your syillings and dollar bills are all over the place and crumpled….” You pursed your lips and turned away, retracting your accusing fingers from him.

“It doesn’t look much… but the salesgirl said it sold out almost every week after restock.” Swinging your short legs dangling off the bench. Namjoon’s dimple shows. This familiar fuzzy feeling came back to him.

And when Taehyung pointed out that it was time to go home, Namjoon snapped out of his trance. Slipping the old wallet back to his pocket, where it belongs, Namjoon bids farewell at those eyes that was watching him. He has been pulling unwanted attentions every now and then, he got sick of it sometimes.

“The girl. Do you know where she went?” Taehyung started to walk sideways, wanting to look at Namjoon’s sullen expression, since he is rarely like this. Namjoon, to Taehyung, a big brother who nurtures, educate and is admirable. He is charismatic and a great leader. In his line of work, and at home, Namjoon is respectable and is very reliable.

And because of his credibility, he rarely displays his sensitive side. With this wallet incident, and the event that led to it, Taehyung was curious. But Namjoon didn’t have the answer Taehyung wanted. For he didn’t have the answers to it, too. Because,

“I never attended college reunion after graduation. And she didn’t too. We…. cut off.” Namjoon clicked his tongue and hung his head, his steps slowed down, dragging lazily and when Taehyung halted in his lunge, Namjoon kept going in that pace, leaving his friend behind. “What kind of ending is that!?” Taehyung didn’t even attempt to hide his frustrations.

It was the kind of ending that would frustrate anyone, anywhere.

But see, happy endings only exist in a fairytale. This is real life. No one knows for sure where our lives heads to, where we end up or who our soulmates are. That’s what being human is all about. We will never know what lies ahead. And no one knows this, but Namjoon had pictured you in his future.

So he goes back. He goes back to that time. That time, that one point in life, a turnover. To when he had the chance to say, and never did. The confession that goes unheard. He should planned it out smoothly. He should have chosen a different day. He should have confessed at the right time. But instead, he watched you cross the road and into the bus. To which he yelled those confessions as a motorcyclist passed by.

It had you trying to make out what he was trying to say but someone was asking you a permission to sit next to you, a senior citizen. The bus starts to move and Namjoon balled his fist on each side. “Please hear them.” He prayed.

Years passed, Namjoon is living together with Taehyung. An apartment in the outskirts of Seoul, not fancy but just enough. Namjoon walks in a rush and pushed Taehyung aside to get to the bathroom. Mails had just came in and oddly, one had Namjoon’s name on it.

“A handwritten mail.” Taehyung held them up and is aching to open them but he knows he shouldn’t. Namjoon whisks his attentions away from the phone he brought into his bathroom when Taehyung slides in something under the door. “Open it. Now.” He commanded through the wall.

Taehyung heard the flush and is expectantly waiting on the floor next to Namjoon’s unmade bed. He tore the edges open and pour the content on the floor. It was a pendrive. And only that. Namjoon hovered his eyes to the envelopes and checked the insides.

There’s absolutely nothing else. Taehyung confirms it too.

He brought the pendrive to the TV and plugged them in. Taehyung was already hugging the cushion. “Who do you think its from?” Namjoon timidly asked. “Didn’t you see the handwritings? That’s 100% a girl’s handwriting.” Taehyung boasts his Sherlock skills. The curvature, the precise strokes and neat gap between the words suggests that it was a female doing.

In the pendrive, there was one video file.

Namjoon hesitated to press play, so Taehyung finished the job for him. The video began with a pan view of the bench Namjoon received the wallet. And there was a narrator. She had a quirky character, funny comments and had an addictive laugh. And she hadn’t shown her face. When she finally did, Namjoon dropped the remote.

“The wallet girl?” Taehyung gasped. “The wallet girl.” Namjoon confirmed.

Apart from her trip down memory lane, she pointed some of the views from the place she visited. She went to Norway, Hawaii, and several other continents.. It looked like she had a lot of fun.

And then the video blacked out. For several minutes. To which Taehyung fast forwarded. And it blinks to an open balcony. A coffee table, with the view of a balcony and flapping curtains. Then it skips to your shoulder view. “This is. Embarrassing. But there a first to everything, right?” You smiled thinly into the camera.

“And if he’s married, what are you gonna do.” A different voice came feom behind the camera and your expressions says it all. “He would have stopped two minutes in and throw it to the sea…then.” You pouted. “Kim Namjoon.” You called and smiled to the camera.

“Kim Namjoon…” you repeated. Basking in the feeling of familiarity. “Kim Namjoon!” You cheerfully squealed. Namjoon breathed, “Yes?” Without him realizing. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been wanting to call that name out loud, like that.” You gushed. Is she blushing?

“Namjoon…” you whispered, your gaze is different now. Something changed in it, and Namjoon couldn’t pin point where. He just knew from the tug in his heart. “If you’ve gotten this far into the video, it should mean you’re single and not married right?”

Taehyung sighed, “He’s single as fuck.”

“Namjoon. I’ve been to all the places I wanted to go…” you grinned, but something in it, made him felt sad, because you promised him that he’ll join you. But you went by yourself. “…I’m sorry I couldn’t wait for you. I had a surgery I had to go through. And I was supposed to be hospitalized but I asked my doctor to postpone it because I had to hang a wish by a tree in Malacca, Malaysia.”

What surgery. Why hospitalized?

“My. Eyes. They are… losing their umm.” You were stammering, words break as you try not to cry, “Visions. So I’m drawing more and more. Of you. So I wouldn’t… forget how you looked like.” You sniffed. Turning away from the camera and Namjoon knew it was difficult for you to keep composure, baring your soul for everyone to see.

He, then saw a pair of arm sliding around your shoulder, and this man’s leg accidentally tilted the table and now the view is panned to him more, revealing his side profile. And Namjoon recognized this man very well.

An opthamologist expert. A rival doctor who pitches into his surgery whenever he can. The doctor who always had something to say. “Dr. Min.” And that’s probably how this video got into the mail. Because Min Yoongi knows where Namjoon lives. They were colleagues.

Namjoon, despite having the day off, marched to the hospital at midnight, rushes to Emergency Unit and demanded Dr. Min at once. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His skin is paler in that hideous burgundy red uniform all Emergency Unit staff wore.

“You know who she is, stop beating around the bushes.” Namjoon spat. Yoongi didn’t bother to give him face. He paces around, checking medications brought to him. “I know who she is. You apparenty don’t. And besides. She doesn’t want to see you anymore. The video’s intentions, wasn’t that.” Yoongi syringes out 1.3mL of Dopamine.

“Then, why was it delivered for?” Namjoon dashed, leaning against the wall. “For my inner peace.” Yoongi confessed. “So she would stop haunting me in my sleep.” Yoongi dropped his head and set the filled syringe into a metal tray.

Namjoon glided his eyes to Yoongi fingers. They were pale and the mark on his ring finger suggested that it was occupied. Hospital staffs don’t wear rings because, hygienes, so Yoongi must have taken it off while working. “How long.” Namjoon darted his eyes left and right. “Two months ago.” Yoongi answered.

“Was she happy.” “I tried. But I’m not Namjoon, you see.” Yoongi scoffed, bitterly.

Yoongi wanted to give Namjoon’s portrait to himself, after having sold all the other panoramic drawings by you. Namjoon’s portrait was something he couldn’t simply sell. Although it hurts his pride to have cared for it dearly, knowing that this man was the first man that his wife loved. You never drew another portrait after that one with Namjoon’s face. And shortly, you began to lose eyesight. Yoongi was in-charge of that surgery.

It failed. And you said, its probably better this way. Yoongi kept you company. And was a light in your pitch darkness. Filled the hole that you created for Namjoon. Gave you love you never gotten from Namjoon. Yoongi married you. Cared for you.

Until the last puff of your breath.

Yoongi was right beside you. Always.

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x-momochi-x asked:

Hey. I need a little help. If anyone of you or your follows can help me it would be nice. I’m looking for a fanfiction I read in June but I’ve had no luck. It was a jhope x taehyung x reader I believe, and it was about vampires. I thought the name was Crimson Killers or something like that. But anyways it was like that. I would really like it if I could get some help. If any of your follows know please pm me. Thank you~

anonymous asked:

Hello! Do anyone knows a strawberry farmer V’s fic where the reader is a seller at the farmers’ market and good friends with V since young and he always ask her out so they have a deal to got to his farm and he got to eat her out I believe? If anyone knows this kindly reply! Thank you!!! 🙌

anonymous asked:

Bts Jimin, Jungkook or Suga scenario to you trying to commit suicide after break up(Like cutting yourself)

anonymous asked:

Hello admins, can you help me find this fic abt female reader is friend with yoonji. oc had a crush on jimin and hes a jerk. yoongi is in it too, his role is older twin of yoonji. sorry for my bad english >< please help find this

anonymous asked:

hi i’m looking for this bts jin scenario where rap monster lend him some pornographic cds and he fell in love with one of those girls and they actually ended up with each other. thank youu!

anonymous asked:

I’ve been banging my head repeatedly against the table edge for the past week over a fic and I was hoping you could help me? It’s a fic about Jimin and the oc is a mom and they meet up again at a highschool reunion and he’s all successful now Bc he wanted to show off or something but she’s so humble and he kind of falls in love with her again and wants to help her out and stuff? Please help me, thank you 😭😭😭

anonymous asked:

I’m looking for a fic where Jungkook is a rich college fuckboy, but the oc doesn’t know who he is and doesn’t give him any attention. He is intrigued by her and one night on his way to crash Yoongi’s party he almost runs over her with his car and he helps her back to her apartment and he tries to talk to her at college. I think the title is similar to “Something to hide” and it alludes to abuse of the oc by another person (likely Jimin). It’s a JungkookxOCxjimin fic.

anonymous asked:

Hi do you know the name of the fic where the reader is taken in by a royal family at a young age because she’s going to be in an arranged marriage with taehyung when she’s older and yoongi teaches her to read, write, etc.

anonymous asked:

EMERGENCY MUST FIND FIC ASAP: it’s taehyung fic where the reader has schizophrenia and thinks taehyung is real but he’s not, and her friend asks her to go meet someone but it’s actually a therapist (jungkook) at a cafe and he diagnosis her n tells her

anonymous asked:

hello can u help me find a jungkook x reader fic club!au in which the ‘club’ is for masturbating in front of strangers but touching is forbidden, I’ve been trying to find it for days now (sry if my English is bad)

anonymous asked:

hi, i was wondering if you guys can help me find a fic. It was jungkook and an older woman (noon) and it was her first time although he was older. she kept calling him things like muscle pig and he made fun of her for wearing a hot pink sports bra and batman boxers. I think he was wearing a detective conan outfit. she doesn’t like sex at first and then jungkook tries without a condom and he gets her burritos afterwards. Thank you!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could yall help me locate a fic where I think it’s V/RM or one of the maknae line (?) where OC is a smart student, one day she has to do a lab project with V n she thought he was like her other partners lazy etc but he did everything on his part and one day before the submission he found a mistake n she freaks out n she wanted to see her mistake so they met in the lab and eventually he goes down on her etc (it’s a long fic and got to do with lab coats + partners), pls help tysm!

anonymous asked:

Hi do you guys know of a JK fic where the OC is JK’s secretary and you ask him a favor to be your date in this high school reunion and you guys almost have sex in a classroom and continue it in his house. I forgot the title and the author i was hoping you could help me thank youii

anonymous asked:

I have a fic question. It for a Yoongi model au. The reader is an up and coming model and she gets to work with yoongi, a famous model, and the photo shoot was them laying in bed together. The reader is a little anxious about taking off the men’s dress shirt she was wearing, but yoongi gives her encouragement. I hope that was a good enough description. I have been looking for it for awhile. Thank you.

namjoons-broken-toe asked:

Hey, I’m looking for this fic I was reading recently but lost. The main character is Hoseok and it’s a fuckboy/ friends with benefits/college au and the readers ex is Yugyeom who cheated on her?

anonymous asked:

hiiiii!~ if you don’t mind me asking, do you know this story where BTS is in a gang/mafia and oc is an intern/doctor? OC was staying at a diner and Rose serves her hot choco and muffins but then bts’ rival gang comes in and shoots Jimin so OC goes to the rescue and bts keeps her to protect her…

anonymous asked:

Hiiiii, I was wondering if you or any of your followers could help me locate a jimin smut where y/n works in the same office as jimin and during the day he’s the most boring underwhelming person ever but y/n runs into at a club at night and he’s all of a sudden looking like a sex god and then y/n and him fuck on his motorcycle shdjjdjdjdkdshfh

anonymous asked:

Hi I’m looking for a fanfic where the girl is in college with taehyung and they’re not on the best of terms. But they were signed up to a competition where they need to shoot the opponents with nerf bullets or something like that. But the girl works in a cafe with jin aswell, thank you.

anonymous asked:

hi ! i’m looking for a yoongi (yoonji) x oc fic where yoongi and the oc are dorm mates/best friends and he’s hiding the fact that he’s a guy so he could live in the cleaner girls’ dorms, and another reason i can’t quite remember. jimin has an interest in yoonji and the oc has one in jimin, so much so that she ignores his ramblings about yoonji. but he catches yoongi and the oc together when he’s going to their dorm to confess to yoonji

anonymous asked:

-Namjoon x reader One Shot, Fluff-

Word Count: 645

“I can’t fucking get this wing right,” you said through clenched teeth, slamming your hands on your makeup table, ready to give up and go through the day with only one eye done.

“let me see,” Namjoon said, walking sleepily over to you from the giant bed the two of you had crammed into your tiny apartment bedroom.

“Um, hun, I'm not gonna let u do my makeup,” you stated cooly to him, still frustrated as he took the eyeliner from your hand and set it back on the table.

“Why?” he asked with genuine looking eyes making it hard for you to tell if he was joking as he picked up a brush from your table. He scrutinized the brush his face clearly showing he had no idea what it was used for.

“Because you’re terrible at it,” you said matter of factly.

“Well that was honest,” he said, pretending to be stung by your comment, “I’m not going to do your makeup” he added “I'm just going to fix it”  

you looked at the clock, 45 minutes until you had to leave, “I’ll give you five minutes, and then I'm going to fix it myself.” you said resigning. 

He flashed a gummy smile at your words, “okay, close your eyes” and after a last dubious breath at his eager face, you closed your eyes.

You felt a cold cloth against your face, “Is that a makeup remover wipe?” you asked knowing the answer

“Maybe...” he responded, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“I swear to god Namjoon, if you whip all my work off my face-”

he cut you off with a small peck on the lips, “Trust me”. You gave a deep sigh and stayed quiet the rest of the time, 

You waited a half second, scared to look at yourself at the end when he said, “Okay, all done.”

You opened your eyes to see him looking at you with a little smile on his face, partially hiding behind his thumbs up, “beautiful” he said.

You turned to the mirror to see that he had whipped all the makeup off your face. All of it.

“Namjoon...” you said slowly, not bothering to hide the threatening tone in your voice. Before you could say more he quickly jumped into an explanation.

“No, wait, before you get mad, hear me out because this is when you look the most beautiful. I love the way your eyes look in the morning, slightly droopy, but sharp, why would you want to hide that in eyeliner, you look so beautiful every day even before you get out of bed and I want you to realise that you don't have to put on makeup,” he said it earnestly, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly between his.

“Thank you, that’s really nice, but I don't put on makeup necessarily because I don't feel beautiful, that might happen sometimes but it mostly makes me feel powerful and happy.”

“But I want you to be happy without makeup too” he whined kissing the back of your hand

“Well, that’s sweet,” you said smiling at him, and giving him a little kiss on the cheek before leaning in and staring at him dead in the eyes, “it was thoughtful, but if you ever take off my makeup again without my permission, I will have to kill you.”

“Copy that,” he said with a gulp, looking slightly scared.

“Good,” you said, grabbing his chin and bringing his face in you kissed him tenderly to reassure him, “Now, I have to get going” you said glancing at the clock on the wall “I love you, have a good day” you shouted over your shoulder as you walked out the door for work.

Namjoon as a father :D