#rm blurb

I’ve had this idea about this angsty, breakup smut one shot for Namjoon (because who doesn’t love angst and smut that involves that man?) for a while now. I couldn’t get this scene out of my head so I had to write it out just to get it out of my system. I don’t know if I’m going to continue with it or not.

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“Please,” your lips quivered while voice cracked. “Just one last night, please.” You begged, tugging on Namjoons hand.

“Okay...” Namjoon finally agreed, setting down his stuff on the ground beside the bed before laying in bed with you.

It was awkward - it never was awkward before, but now, it’s like you were laying with a stranger and it rugged at your heart in the most painful way. Without thinking, you grabbing Namjoons hand and began playing with it like you use to do when you both laid in bed together. You could head the sharp intake of breath that care from him, causing you to pause your actions.

“Namjoon?” Your dry, croaky voice asked.

“Yeah?” He asked, sounding as if he was dreading the question.

“C-can you please, show me that you love me for one last night? Then you can go. You can pretend, but I just want to know to feel loved by you for one last time.” You never imagined yourself to sound so desperate in your life, especially to a man.

But how could you not? He was your one true love, you loved him like you’ve never loved anyone else in your life. Knowing that he’s going to be gone in the morning and never coming back because he doesn’t love you anymore is making you do and say things that you would never do.

You guess that’s the painful side of love, it makes you do and say things you would never do if you know it’s about to be no more.

(Written in specially for ‘Dark, Toxic, but Lovely’ Namjoon X Reader Moodboard created by me, @brownstudyk)

To some it seemed like he left every bit of good sense behind him in that room. But to him he was realizing he was wrong all along. It wasn't organization that kept him afloat, or work that he needed to occupy him, it wasn't free time that made him happy. He only wanted to become distant from the real world of work and stress that surrounded him, and become accustomed to your freedom and serenity that shone outward from your spirit. Even if it was only for this one night, he hoped to stay off the grid of those who needed him, and only to stay in sync with you. Only for tonight he'd have no fake smiles, no responsibilities, only a grip on your hand and a series of hush-hush rendezvous. Until tomorrow when he had to be back in his old self, facing reality, but knowing within that you and all of your addictive toxicity would be waiting outside your apartment building for him that same night, ready and willing to help Namjoon find a more realistic and happy version of himself. 

Leading him through the dark night of your city, in which he was residing in until the end of the month, it finally sunk in that the relationship that had formed was, to say the least, a turning point in both of your lives. The two of you, though initially you clashed, made what seemed like an everlasting, vital duo. And neither of you completely understood where you would go from this, but the both of you knew, just as well as any witnesses could see, Y/n and Namjoon together were unyielding under all circumstances. With you Namjoon was able to feel free. Every step felt like he was opening a new door. Approaching a new opportunity. Every time he gripped you hand even just a little tighter, your breathing changed slightly. Every time his eyes disappeared behind his dimpled smile, you felt like you were dreaming. The balance between this pair was incredible. The unspoken feelings that both sides understood without the need to address anything, it was perfect. Fifteen days down, sixteen left. He lets your energy carry and guide him, so in the end, he hopes to find his way, either separated from you, or leaving his work and regular life behind in order to follow your ways of thriving youth, and glowing adventure.

i’ll do the christmas one!! 

For the past few weeks, you’d been avoiding basically all contact with Namjoon. He’d been your best friend for years, but he’d let himself into your apartment one day and overheard you on the phone telling your sister that you thought you were in love with him. He tried to play it off like he didn’t hear, but he’d knocked over a vase alerting you to his presence. You were so totally embarrassed that you cancelled movie night and kicked him out.

 There was a part of you that had always figured he knew about your feelings. Being discreet wasn’t one of your specialties and he’d often caught you lost in your thoughts while staring at him. There was also the option that one of the boys had told him. You let it slip to Hoseok a few weeks ago and he wasn’t too great at keeping secrets. The next day the entire Maknae line knew and they’d all promised not to say anything, but did they really keep it? 

Every year you threw the New Years party with all of your friends and knew you couldn’t cancel as much as you wanted to. So you found yourself cooking all day and inviting everyone to show up around 8. Of course that means he would be there and since it was your apartment, you really had to escape this time. Everyone knew about what was happening with you two and they’d all told you over and over how stupid you were acting about it. 

Namjoon had been texting you paragraphs the last few days, but every time a new text flooded in you deleted it before reading, mortified. You were fully aware you were acting ridiculous, but something to do with your pride wouldn’t let you stop. As soon as he walked in the door, you were socializing with people he never really did, hoping he wouldn’t walk over.

Surprisingly, he abided by your wishes. Namjoon didn’t bother you the entire night, but you constantly caught him staring at you. Every time your eyes caught, he had this cute smile on and you couldn’t help but feel a blush brush your cheeks. Obviously you missed him. He was your best friend and you were throwing it away over- this. Kim Namjoon was a kind and forgiving man and here you were giving him the cold shoulder. It was 11:50, were you really about to go into the new year without him?

Before you could stop yourself again, you found yourself walked over and grabbing his wrist, pulling him out onto your balcony. “I’m sorry.” you spoke with a serious tone after closing the glass behind you. He simply smiled back, his dimples making you swoon. “I was dumb- Can we just forget about thi-”

“No.” he was quick with interrupting you. “You love me, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened and you tried to search for an escape, but his large frame was blocking your exit. Your only other option was to jump off, but that’d be ridiculous. “I asked you to forget about th-”

“I love you too, silly. How could you not-” he sighed and just held your shoulders, forcing eye contact. “It’s so obvious to everyone but you. I’m so in love with you, I’d do anything for you, you know?”

“Well, it’s almost New Years, aren’t you going to kiss me?” You were shocked by how blunt you were and his face read that he was too. He gave you a look and you just nodded, smiling at what was going to happen next.

“Just- Wait til the countdown.” You could hear everyone in the house around thirty and the anticipation was killing you. Even if he hadn’t said too much, his words kept repeating. He loved you too? How hadn’t you noticed? So, you both loved each other? Had he really known before you heard you?

Summary: you’re playing Marco Polo with your boyfriend and his friends and it takes an unexpected turn.

Warning: slight inappropriate terms and references ish

Note: so I was playing Marco-polo with my friends and this popped up in my head. And this is just a blurb, at my friends bday party and had to write this as quick as I could. Hope you enjoy my friend Joon imagine/blurb thing!

“Y/N, say polo or I swear.” Namjoon threatened reaching out to try and see if you were in front of him.

You giggled, dodging his reach. Moving slowly to the other side of the pool near Jin and Jungkook.

“Say Polo, or he’s gonna lose it.” Jungkook whispered to you before yelling polo again.

A smirk made its way onto your face when you thought of something.

“Daddy.” You smirked when you saw Namjoon stop mid reach and all of the guys pause.

“First of all, ew.” Taehyung’s face twisted into disgust, “and second of all, keep your guys sex like to yourselves.” A laugh bubbled out of you when Taehyung said that and when the guys began agreeing with him. Namjoon snuck up on Taehyung while he was distracted and tagged him. “That’s no fair, hyung.” Taehyung whined, pouting while going into the middle.

Everyone snicker at his antics, while going to a different spot before the game starts.

When Taehyung begins to count, you feel a wet chest press against your back, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You know, that wasn’t very nice of you to tease daddy like that.” Namjoons deep voice growled into your ear, nipping your earlobe.