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+ contains sexuality, strong language, mature themes, nsfw, smut

⇒ softcore | smut, fluff | idol au

you want to push him so that he fucked you rough until you squirted.

⇒ alphas | smut, fluff, angst

— 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

⇒ therapeutic spa | smut 

+ one — you got a full body massage from a hot masseur

+ two ft jungkook — you got a special fee after the last time

⇒ manhandled you | smut

+ he wanted to manhandle you from behind fuck you hard as he shove his fingers deep in your mouth, making you whimpers as you drool all over his fingers.

⇒ let me teach you | smut, fluff

+ you and yoongi has been in a relationship for two years but you are still a virgin because of how innocent you are, however, yoongi always having a hard time when you wear cute sexy outfits just for him plus whenever you wear his shirt.

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧

⇒ take it | smut, angst

+ you humiliated your boyfriend in front of his friends and told him your ex can fuck you better— when the truth was you boyfriend always fucked you good and hard.

appreciate—

written by: 🥺

genre: fluff

warnings: none

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: on some occasions, love isn't a strong enough word

thank you to @ofrosesandteacups for requesting this!! (not this kinda becoming a metaphor for army and the energy we put into loving them?? idk i see it but tell me what you think)

it feels as though you've been here before, although you are entirely certain you haven't. miles away from home in a foreign country, surrounded by speakers of a language you have yet to master - and yet it feels more like home than america ever could.

"do you miss your family?"

you do. not seeing them for five years is bound to create that feeling, equal parts longing and forgetting. but that same longing compelled you to seek out a new family, one that seems more like your flesh and blood than those who actually are.

"sometimes," you settle on. "i see them most days."

"just through a screen, though."

"are you trying to make me cry or something?"

namjoon laughs; lower and more hushed than usual. there's no reason for it, and yet you can understand why - it just fits the atmosphere.

laying between the ground and the sky, - somewhere that is also nowhere - it isn't like anyone could hear you besides the stars and the trees, and they are loyal; nature never spills the secrets that are whispered between humans when they think they are alone. secrets are too precious like that, too easily shattered. nature knows better.

but he whispers anyway, "of course not. just asking."

you turn your head to study him. his skin glows in the moonlight, eyes shining like stars reflected in a dark pond. a rush of warmth floods over you and stirs a thought that enters your head frequently: this is where i'm meant to be.

"you're my family."

a smile stretches over namjoon's lips. it's quiet, soft, and you start to wonder if that's just him, rather than an unspoken rule formulated by the setting.

"i know."

he's used to this. you tell him it frequently, tell every one of the boys that you love them as much as you possibly can, because with their busy schedules and the pressure that comes with fame, it's easy to forget that you're loved - truly, unconditionally loved - sometimes, and you want to remind them of that.

maybe that's why he doesn't act surprised when an 'i love you' slips through your lips next. that's okay, you don't need him to react, just feel the weight of your words, how much you really mean it.

"i appreciate you," he says.

you're used to this. the other boys have no qualms about returning your love, some less than others, but again, that's okay. but with namjoon, he hasn't said it once. he shows it in other ways, sure, this particular phrase being one of his favourite methods.

it was okay at first. up until the point you realised your feelings for him extended past friendship, and at the same time realised that it would, inevitably, end in a broken heart on your part.

he must sense this, as he quickly follows it up with, "and i don't say that to put you down, by the way. i just think that appreciation can be a lot stronger than love, you know?"

"no, uh, i understand that."

he doesn't stop there. "no, really. i could tell you i love you, because i do, but it wouldn't be able to express what i really feel."

he turns and locks eyes with you. his gaze is soft, soft, soft, but at the same time it burns, like gentle, slow heat on a summers day. you can't help but look away, instead focusing on the space between you two, where your fingers idly pick at individual blades of grass.

"y/n?"

you hum in response.

"i mean it," he states, now switching to english. maybe that's why you feel the most comfortable with him - you can relax in his presence, not having to worry about honorifics and conjugating verbs. "i appreciate the way you never hesitate to speak your mind; the way you treat us like you treat everyone else; the way you're always there when we need you."

you bite your lip, the confidence you usually hold dissipating into the atmosphere to join the clouds that roll overhead. "thank you," is all you can think to say. it's true, though. he's never usually like this, and you're grateful that he's finally confirmed it, even if its only in part.

a gentle hand touches your chin, prompting you to look upwards. you can't escape the warmth of his eyes now, and it's almost suffocating.

"you put your all into us. we appreciate it, we really do. but please remember to look after yourself once in a while. please?"

you nod. apparently, it isn't enough. "promise me. promise me you'll appreciate yourself as much as you appreciate us, and as much as we appreciate you."

a sigh escapes your lips. the light breeze caresses your skin, but namjoon's blanketing warmth is enough to keep the cold from settling into your bones.

"i promise."

smokescreen | knj sm au

banner by: @dee-ehn

🖇 synopsis:

— don’t judge a book by its cover. unless the book is a six foot tall, dimpled muscle pig who has no problem bragging about the notches on his belt… not to mention his new unhinged determination to add you to the list.

pairing: rapper!namjoon x photographer!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: yoonmin!! 2seok.

genre: smut!! idol au, enemies to lovers, boss/employee. angst… maybe

warnings: namjoon is a raging asshole and 100% fictional! i’m sure the real kim namjoon is a sweetheart - just not this one.

updates: everyday! (sometimes twice)

status: ongoing!!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

prologue: sunday morning scandal

character profiles: cypher v

character profiles: yoonmin stans ft. san

part one: caught in 4k

part two: slapping multimillionaires

bonus: under me

part three: work related

part four: unbelievably down

part five: snotty nose boy

part six: fucking obvious

part seven: alternate universe

part eight: strict asswipe

part nine: grossly whipped

part ten: unwashed dick

part eleven: borderline prostitution

part twelve: producer era

part thirteen: life changing

part fourteen: scared of myself

part fifteen: openly flirting

part sixteen: haven’t kissed

part seventeen: done searching

part eighteen: just peace

part nineteen: deep in like

part twenty: getting attached

part twenty-one: kinda friends

part twenty-two: real unfamiliar

part twenty-three: namjoons girlfriend

part twenty-four: no visitors

part twenty-five: feel comfortable

part twenty-six: real me

part twenty-seven: home

bonus: clearly delusional

part twenty-eight: creating sonnets

part twenty-nine: perfect moment (time jump)

epilogue: lucky shirt

epilogue: i like sushi

end

Dreams & Hope (Part 1)

Pairing: Actor!KNJ X Actress Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Pining, Friends to Lovers

Rating: 18+

A/N: Hello! this is my first time to write in Tumblr, apologize for any grammatical errors as this fic has not been beta-read yet. I will make this fic to be around 2 - 3 chapters. The posters are made by me but the photos of Namjoon are taken from Pinterest, credits to the owners. So without further ado, hope you guys enjoy it! 

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Actually, It has been quite a long time for Y/N to be working as the female lead with Kim Namjoon as her partner in several movies. And that is what make her heart always yearning for him.

Y/N didn’t know what, when and how this feelings of her turns into a mess every time she is near him. Heck, even just a name of him being mentioned around her, or even just the sight of the posters of his as a Brand Ambassadors, along side with several actors that also share the same handsomeness as him, she will be wondering,

‘What is he doing right now? has he eaten yet? should I text him?’ Which, of course, she texted him but only resulted in a short time as Y/N will cut it. Thinking that she will disturb whatever his schedules right then. And she will never forget to end it with,

Okay, don’t forget to take care of yourself, my friend!

Well, in Y/N defense, it’s one of her own way to remind herself to not dreams & hopes too much. To keep her sane and not have a high expectation with their relationship.

Fortunately Unfortunately, because of this new Sitcom Series with her and Namjoon as one of the Leads, she will spend her time with him more than the usual. And that is really not good for her body, heart, and mind if I may tell you!

‘Good Lord, I don’t know if I should be happy or sad with this situation! well, of course I am happy because this will make me richer and not to mention other actors, actresses and the staffs are very friendly. BUT WITH NAMJOON AS MY PARTNER?! Have mercy on me, please!’

And today, it is quite a challenging day for Y/N. She has to share the green room only for the two of them because Namjoon asks her to practice their scenes as the other casts are taking their scenes without both of them.

He was reading his script across of her sofa with his glasses, his plump lips murmuring some words as he tries to recite the dialogue, and don’t forget that serious looks on his face. God, he looks really hot and sexy.

But the more she observes him, the more she knows that he looks very tired. The concealer do alright, okay. But the way his eyes looks gloomy and a little bit red, as he sometimes holding up his yawns by closing his mouth with one of his hand while his cheek puffed a bit. Or as he has some difficulties to remember some of the dialogue, he will leaning his back on the sofa while massaging the bridge of his nose. A still beautiful, God you are so whipped for him Y/N!, frown appeared on his face while constantly trying to pronounce the difficult words.

A bold idea suddenly came to Y/N minds, with a confident walk, Y/N goes to and stop in front of Namjoon. This make Namjoon switches his focus from his script to Y/N face. If he was surprised, he is masking it so well with that cute smile and dimple of his.

“Sorry Y/N, are you already want to practice the scene? there are some words that is so hard for me to--,”

Y/N doesn’t even wait for Namjoon to finish his words. She just take his script, put it on the coffee table right on the left side of the sofa where Namjoon sit and make her self comfortable on Namjoon’s lap.

“W-wait, Y/N, what are you--”

Again, Y/N put Namjoon to silence. But this time by placing her index finger on his lips. Damn, that looks of his made Y/N can’t wait to make it more surprised by some ministrations that already plays in her mind.

Slowly, Y/N took his glasses from his face and put it on the same place as she put his script.

Now, her right hands are on his left cheek while her thumb caressing the skin below his magnificent eye as her other hand are placed on his chest. It’s also caressing and feeling the muscles under the annoying but expensive shirt of his.

“Joon, you look very tired today. Your works are getting at you, isn’t it?”

Y/N voice is change, it become seductive, ready to lulling Namjoon to a dreamy place. Hoping this will also help to ease the tiredness of his. Without any words, and still with his flabbergasted looks, Namjoon could only nodding his head slowly.

Chuckling, Y/N bring her lips closer to his left ear. Dropping her voice to make it more alluring and breathy,

“Do you want me to take care of it, Baby?” Y/N didn’t forget to lightly bite his ear lobe, as her hips slowly move, trying to awaken something that has been hiding on his trouser. Y/N should send thanks to her stylists later as they made her to wear mini dress. The friction that she made really do something, not only to the wet patch on her panties, but she could also feels Namjoon’s bulge as he slowly follows her rhythms.

“Oh God, yes, yes Y/N. Please,” Like a starved man, Namjoon has closed his eyes. His hands are embracing Y/N’s body. Make it become closer to his own. Now, his mouth already latching on her neck. giving it some licks and sometimes sucking and biting it a little while his right hand already went to Y/N’s hair, massaging her scalp in a gentle manner.

Moans from both sides are exchanging in that room. Stopping his ministrations on Y/N delicate neck, Namjoon whispering beautiful but desperate words to her.

“You smell so good, Y/N,”

“God, your skin are so soft,”

“I can’t wait to have you completely, Y/N,”

Humming, Y/N peppering some kisses on his right cheek, his closed eyes, his chin, a peck on his nose, the place where his dimple usually shown, and last but not least, to his lips.

It started with a peck, but it’s escalating quickly to some small bites and licks. For all of this time, Y/N always wants to bite those plump lips of his. So why not do it right now? In the middle of those kisses, Y/N could feels Namjoon’s sighs, as if his tiredness are being lifted slowly, but surely.

As Y/N lifted up her face to take a breath, which resulting a groan from Namjoon’s side, she really enjoys the view. Namjoon’s lips looks a little bit red because of the smear of her lipstick, his eyes become hoody, the way he breathes, and oh God! she could feels his bulge that grows bigger and bigger. That made Y/N collide her lips to his again, while her hands are trying to open the button and zipper of his trouser.

Namjoon’s hand are already going into under her dress, slowly massaging her butt. Already feeling it skin to skin with his bare hands. the softness of her skin made him groaning and enchanting her name over and over again.

“Y/N...”

“Y/N...”

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Blinking her eyes a couple of times, Y/N saw Namjoon still sitting across of her, his shirt and trouser still looks neat, there are no smear of lipstick on his lips, and there is a worry plasters on his handsome face.

“Oh God, sorry-- Oh, sorry Namjoon. Do you say something? I’m so sorry that I got distracted and--and,”

“Hey, hey Y/N, It’s okay. I saw you are quite tired nowadays. Are you okay? Do you want to take a rest for a while?”

As usual, the kind hearted Namjoon. This made Y/N feels guilty. How could she fantasizing about him, in the middle of work, and not to mention it, with him too!

“No, no. I think you’re the one who looks more tired, Joon. How about we start to rehearse the scenes and if we done, we could try to look at the others. Perhaps they already finished their scenes and could switch to ours. That way, we could finished this quickly and call it a day, what do you say?” asks Y/N as she gives him a warm smile, of course this to masks her nervousness, scares if he could see it trough her façade that actually the one that made her distracted is actually non other than himself.

Replying her smile with his thousand dollars one and not to forget that cute dimple, Namjoon nodding, “Yeah, let’s go,”

Yeah, Y/N should start to stop that dirty thought plays in her mind. Even just for hoping and dreaming those kind of scenes in her head, it is forbidden. All of this is to protect her own fragile heart. Because,

‘Kim Namjoon? Reciprocate my feelings? Pfft yeah, that’s funny. Really funny,’

〈soft mornings; knj〉

pairing: namjoon x reader

genre: pure fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.2K

summary: namjoon was going to work at his studio all day, but knowing you had a free day made him change his mind.

‘Joon, wanna have lunch together around 1? I can go by your studio’

The simple message brought a huge smile to his face. It was only 10 am and he guessed you were had just woken up as he left the house around 9 and you were still sound asleep, so the thought of you thinking of making plans to see him so soon after you woke up had him feeling all giddy inside.

It’s been well over a year since you started dating but he still felt excited and tingly inside when you messaged him first, that only goes to show how incredibly whipped he is for you. Recently you had started to spend more time in his apartment, spending more nights with there than you did in your own, so much so that most of your friends thought you had moved in together- not that Namjoon minded the idea, he’d love for you to live with him, you practically already did.

He looked from your text to the computer screen in front of him where a new track he had been working on that week was waiting for him to continue it, but instead he saved the project and turned the computer off, right then and there deciding that today was going to be spent with you. Quickly he locked the door to his studio and walked to the parking lot to get into his car.

“You spent the night here?” Yoongi’s voice startled Namjoon as he opened the door to his car.

Namjoon turned to look at his hyung and shook his head with a smile. “I got here a while ago, but I decided to spend the day with y/n.”

Yoongi chuckled and shook his head, “Whipped.” He said teasingly before walking away.

Namjoon waved back before getting into his car and driving out of the building’s parking lot. Thankfully his house was only a twenty minute drive away from bighit because he just couldn’t wait to see you, he patted his back for getting a place so close to his work.

When he entered his house he did it silently, not wanting to make any noise in case you had fallen back asleep after sending him the message. He took off his shoes and walked towards his bedroom, where he supposed you would be fast asleep but a frown appeared on his face when he didn’t find you lying between the thick blankets on his bed.

He checked the bathroom, the living room, the guest room and even his home studio for any signals of you but to no avail; you were nowhere to be found. Maybe you had gone to your own apartment after he left that morning, not wanting to be at his place if he wasn’t there.

With a loud sigh and a small pout on his lips, he walked towards the kitchen. Now that he was home he might as well eat some breakfast before he went back to the studio. He grabbed a bowl and poured cereal in it, and as he went to open the fridge to get the milk he caught a glimpse of freshly dyed blonde hair coming from his patio.

“There you are.” He said to himself, walking towards the glass door, his bowl of cereal long forgotten on the counter.

He slid the door open and leaned against its frame, a fond smile appearing on his lips as he took in your state. You were sat down on a couch, your back facing him, a book in your hand and music playing through your headphones. You were only wearing one of his shirts from tour that he thought looked so cute on you and some hideous socks with monkeys and bananas he had laughed at the night before.

He couldn’t help the warm feeling that engulfed him as he watched you do something as simple as read. He was so in love that you could be doing anything and he still would find it the cutest thing in the entire world.

He walked towards you and tapped your shoulder a few times, making you jump and look up at him with wide eyes that softened once you saw it was just him.

“You scared the crap out of me.” You whine, closing your eyes tight and clutching your chest as you tried to slow your heart down.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He chuckled as he sat on the table in front of you, being careful not to bump into your cup of coffee.

Once your shock wore off, you tilted your head and looked at him with a frown, “I thought you’d be at the studio all day.”

He smiled and reached out to put a loose strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind your ear. “I was, but I missed you.” He shrugged.

You laughed. “What do you mean you missed me? You left less than three hours ago.”

He shrugged again and smiled, the sound of your laugh alone making him feel happy. He stood up and in a swift motion he picked you up and put you on his lap, him now sitting where you had been reading all morning.

“I thought you’d still be sleeping.” He mentioned as you put your book to the side so you could wrap your arms around his neck.

“I woke up when you closed the door to your room and then I couldn’t fall back asleep so I made myself some breakfast and came out here to read the book you got me last week.” You explained, nodding towards the empty plate on the table and then towards the book he had gifted you. 

He looked at the book and then back at you, “What do you think of it so far?”

“I just started it this morning but I’m enjoying it a lot,” You smiled and added “but I’ll give you my full review when I finish it.” You tease, making him chuckle. “You always give me books that I end up liking, it’s like you have some hidden power to know what I enjoy reading.” You said, squinting at him and laughing.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “I just know you very well, baby.”

You didn’t respond, instead you just looked up at him with a soft smile on your face. You were so in love with that man sometimes it was hard for you to believe that such an amazing human being was your and loved you just as much as you loved him.

Tightening your arms around his neck you pulled him towards you so your lips could meet his plump ones in a sweet kiss. He hummed happily into the kiss and placed his hands on the small of your back, bringing your body closer to his.

“I love you, Joon.” You said once you had pulled away from the kiss, a bit breathless and mind hazy.

“I love you, too, baby.” He answered and pecked your lips. “Now, let’s go eat something because I haven’t had breakfast yet and I’m starving.”

“Namjoon, what did I tell you about leaving without having breakfast?!” You say in a scolding tone, making him pout. “I swear I’m dating a child,” you rolled your eyes in annoyance, but the smile on your face told another story. “Let’s make you something, let’s go.” You stood up from his lap and laced your fingers with his as you started walking towards the kitchen.

True Self - Part 3 (Final)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and Angst Warning: None I hope so... Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: When everything seemed like they’re falling apart, you figure out Namjoon’s true self, making you fall in love with him...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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We were finally having the vacation on our own as Namjoon had promised. I was relieved to be seemingly far away from the world, Namjoon by my side without anyone to interfere, relaxing peacefully after some stressful days.

I was sleeping better being cuddled up with Namjoon at night. Waking up next to him was the most comforting experience. Just watching him sleep with his mouth slightly open could make my day better.

I realized I was noticing his very small habits and I found them adorable. One of them, which I was absolutely in love with, was seeing him read. Every morning he would read for at least an hour and sometimes more. I would occasionally accompany him and read too. Sometimes I would sit beside and watch him read for hours.

We would go to art museums together and interpreted them in our own ways. Once we became so passionate about our views that we ended up having a heated discussion. But we made up at night when I bought him gummy bears.

We would watch dramas or movies together at night. Usually he would let me pick up my favorite movies to watch. Even there, we wouldn’t shut up about putting forward our theories and analyzing characters.

This creative and liberal way of thinking was something I appreciated the most in him. I was glad he didn’t think of me as crazy because I was always too obsessed over fictional worlds. Sometimes, I scared myself thinking that everything was a dream and one day I would wake up to find out that there was no existence of him and all of it were actually my imagination.

But we surely had our differences. Even though it might sound petty, a huge incident took place due to this. And it was hilarious.

Namjoon had planned to surprise me by taking me blindfolded to the seaside where there were a lot of crabs. And let me get this straight; he absolutely loved crabs while I absolutely hated them.

As soon as the blindfold was taken off, I was screaming and jumping as if my feet was on fire. Namjoon was too confused for a whole minute until he realized I was screaming in fear and not because I was excited to see them. Finally Namjoon had to give me a piggy ride from the seashore back to the hotel.

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We were sitting at the beach waiting for the sunset. I was a little upset since it was our last day of the vacation. I wasn't ready to go back just then.

"What are you thinking about, darling?" Namjoon asked as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"About how life is going to be like once we go back." I sighed.

He placed his hand on my head softly, caressing my hair, "you worry a little too much about the future."

"Can't help it." I shrugged my shoulder.

"I have a proposal to make." He sat straight facing me, "I want you to hear me out."

I nodded, letting him know that he had my full attention.

"I did a little thinking," He said, "not little, a lot of thinking actually."

"About what?"

"About us." He took my hands in his, "I will make it official."

"What?" My eyes were wide in shock.

"Yeah," He said rather calmly, "I know my fans. They will always support me. No matter what!"

I was silent, unable to believe what I was hearing. My heart was beating fast. I was afraid. Afraid because I feared I would lose him.

"Now, here's my real proposal." He squeezed my hands softly, "Will you come stay with me?"

"Are you sure about all these?" I asked.

"Of course, darling. It's about time we made our decisions for our sakes. I don't want to hide away anymore. Let's face it together."

I nodded again. "But I don't want to lose you." I couldn't hold it back.

"Why are you worried about losing me, darling?"

I shrugged my shoulders again. We remained silent for some time.

"Look!" He pointed at the sky, "The sun's setting already. So, shall we kiss, now?"

I laughed out at this. Then, he cupped my face in his huge hands and leaned to kiss me.

When he let go, I said, "Yes, I will stay with you."

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At first I was overwhelmed by all the attention from the media and my surrounding as well. My friends who were out of touch for a long time started to check on me, asking me all sorts of questions regarding Namjoon and other members.

But like Namjoon had said, I got used to it eventually. I started to receive lots of love from his fans too. They started to appreciate Namjoon’s decision and respected our privacy.

Now, I had moved to live with him on his house. It wasn’t very far away from mine. So that, my mother and sister would occasionally come to pay us a visit and I could go back too.

The wildest experience I had in my entire life was going to the tour with Namjoon. It was so exciting and exhausting at the same time. I got closer to the other members too. Seeing them from up close, I was really fascinated by the strong bond they share.

I saw the emotions that filled Namjoon up every time after a performance. He loved his fans very much and they meant a lot to him. I considered myself very lucky to get to know this side of him.

Namjoon always liked to work on his music alone. So, I would always let him be and didn’t bother him in any ways. But one day, he asked me to accompany him while he worked.

I said, “But I thought you like working alone.”

“Yeah,” he said, “But sometimes it gets a little lonely in there. I want you by my side for the new song I’m working on.”

“Why?” I asked, “Is it about me?”

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon smiled and said, “You’ll be the first to know.”

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“It’s so hot,” I said, breathing heavily, “Let’s go back.”

“C’mon,” Namjoon pouted, “A few more hours, please.”

“A few more hours?” I gasped, “I’m gonna pass out anytime now.”

Namjoon stopped his bike in front of a store. We both got down and went inside to get some cold drinks and ice creams. It was a rather hot summer day. Namjoon had planned to take me to a bike ride to nowhere since he took some time off work after a long time.

“Mint chocolate!” he exclaimed in disgust, “I can’t believe you like this flavor.”

“Thank God I tried it with Hobi,” I said sarcastically, “it’s my favorite one now.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and said, “I hope our children don’t get your taste in foods.”

“What did you say?” I stopped licking my ice cream.

“You heard me.” He stood up, “Now let’s get moving.”

Once again we were back on the road. Namjoon riding aimlessly forward, speeding up by the time. I hugged him tighter from behind. The wind was rushing towards my face blowing my hair which were sticking out from the helmet. At that moment I had a sudden urge to say it to Namjoon.

“I love you.” I said.

“What?” he was shouting through the sound of the blowing wind, “Did you say something? I couldn’t hear you.”

“I said,” I screamed at the top of my lungs, “I LOVE YOU KIM NAMJOON.”

Yes. It was my first time confessing to him.

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True Self - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Angst with a little fluff Warning: A bit angsty, toxic ARMYs, cyber bullying, swearing etc. Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: Once you find out that Namjoon is an Idol, you start to see him differently than you did before...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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My mother kept denying it saying that Namjoon was trying to prank me until I showed her his profile in Google. It was hard for me to believe it myself at first.

Namjoon told me that he would like to introduce me to his band mates. What? I was going to meet with the biggest band of the world. And I didn’t even know them. I felt like an idiot for never trying out K-pop before.

I spent most of my time streaming their music and other videos which I found too hilarious. I kinda regretted it now for not knowing about these precious gems existing. Now, I could see why people loved BTS from the bottom of their hearts.

The leadership quality in Namjoon was something on another level. He was definitely one of the many reasons of BTS being BTS. I felt somewhat proud for knowing him in person.

One thing that shocked me every time was Namjoon’s ability to produce the most relatable lyrics. Those were the words I had always wanted to say, but better. I felt like, we were one person in mind.

“Does that make him my soul mate?” I thought. Soul mate or not, he was definitely my ideal type; which I had never imagined I would get to meet in real life let alone date him.

I started to see Namjoon in a new light. He was no more just a silly boy who talked about books and nature. He was a superstar, a role model for people to look up to. He was intelligent and artistic. But he was also someone who was out of reach; which I had realized the hard way.

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"We were dying to meet you." The one called Hoseok said as soon as Namjoon had introduced me to them.

"Me too!" I said, "I was very excited." Which was partly true. Actually, I was more nervous than excited. I was worried they might find me boring.

Fortunately nothing of the sort happened. I met the Bangtan boys at a restaurant near their house. They had welcomed me and made me very comfortable around them. Soon, we were talking and eating like they had known me for years.

I had learnt that it was extremely rare for them to date anyone because of their busy schedule. They tended to avoid going into relationships to keep it easy.

"But do you know what hyung told me?" Jimin said with a smirk on his face, "He said, ‘Yah, Jimin, I don't think I can keep away from her.’"

"Jimin-ah!" Namjoon yelled at him while the others burst into laughter. I was blushing so hard that I had to cover my face pretending to cough.

At some point, Namjoon had a call and he asked me to excuse him for a moment. When he returned, his face was grave.

"Something came up." He said apologetically, "I’m sorry, darling. I really have to go now."

"It's Okay," I nodded, "Maybe one of the boys can drive me."

It was agreed on that Jin would take me back home. Then, Namjoon left. Even though, we still stayed there for half an hour more, I felt Namjoon's absence every moment. I wasn't enjoying the dinner anymore.

Finally, Jin was giving me a ride as promised. He probably noticed the change in my expression. "You know," he said, "when we said it's hard, we really meant it."

I nodded my head slowly. I understood. It would indeed be hard to date an idol.

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“Happy Birthday, darling.” Someone softly placed a kiss on my forehead.

I woke up from the touch and slowly opened my eyes. At first a little blurry, then, I could make up the face in front of me. It was Namjoon. As soon as I recognized him, I pulled him into a tight hug.

“Woah!” He exclaimed, “Hey, calm down. I’m not going anywhere.”

I shook my head as I didn’t let go of him. Namjoon hugged me back and chuckled, “You’re acting like your little sister now.”

I didn’t care. I had met him in person after 2 whole months. We didn’t even get to talk online often. As always, Namjoon was way too busy to make time for our relationship. And I was worried it might fall apart at any time.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re coming, huh?” I asked pretending to be furious at him since we had an argument last night.

He put on his best dimple smile and said, “To surprise you, of course.”

“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes, “Showing off how romantic you can get?”

Namjoon spent the whole day with me and my family. Apparently, my mother already knew about his visit, which shocked me since she was incapable of keeping secrets. My little sister was super happy to meet her ‘oppa’ after a long time too. Overall, it was one of the best days I had in a long time.

Namjoon planned a dinner for my birthday at a fancy restaurant. I put on my best dress. I also put on a lot of makeup. When I was finally pleased with my outfit, we sat off for the little date I was longing to have.

The restaurant was beautiful. We got our table at the furthest corner to enjoy some privacy. The food was delicious as well.

“What?” I was completely shocked when Namjoon announced that he was going away tonight.

“I’m really sorry, darling.” He apologized once again, “It was already hard but I still managed to get a day off to celebrate your birthday.”

“I can’t believe it.” I said, “We are meeting after 62 days and you are already leaving in a day.”

“I know it sounds ridiculous.” He tried to laugh it off, “But I promise, next time, I’ll get more time and we’ll go on a long vacation. Does that sound good?”

“Next time!” I whispered.

Namjoon took my hands in his, “I’m really sorry.”

“Can you please stop apologizing already?”

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The threats kept coming one after another and so was the mean comments.

“Why don’t you go die in a ditch, you freak!”

“You’re so fucking ugly that you make me puke.”

“How did you make our handsome Namjoon hyung to fall for you, witch?”

Some reporters had found out about us. Now, the news got leaked into the media. And some of his fans couldn’t accept it.

At first, I was crying at night silently. I was a sensitive person. So, every harsh comment felt like a knife through me. Eventually, I became numb towards the hatred. I stopped posting online. Ultimately, I deleted all my social media accounts.

“Don’t worry, darling.” Namjoon would call every day to console me over the situation, “Nothing’s made official. They’ll get tired of it. It will be over soon.”

“Does it even matter?” I asked once.

“Why are you saying that?” Namjoon’s voice sounded as if he was worried.

“If it takes not making our relationship public for the hatred to go away, that means, we will never be official.”

Namjoon was silent for a moment. Then, I added, “Perhaps someday, it will be over for us as well.”

“Don’t you worry about it, darling.” He said, “We will overcome the struggles.”

I wiped a tear from my cheek, “I wish I was as strong as you.”

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Fandom: BTS Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader Genre: Fluff Warning: None, I guess? Word Count: 1k Words Note: Please bear it in mind that it’s totally fictional. I tried my best to include some of the aspects of Namjoon in here. Personally I think, Namjoon is one of the best men to ever exist. Wish I could do him justice.

Summary: Meeting Namjoon while you take your sister to the park proves to you that he is the kind of man you’ve always fantasized about...

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Today, I was in charge of taking my 8 years old sister to the park she frequently went to. My mother usually did the job. Since she didn’t feel too well, I had to take the part.

“Namjoon oppa!” my sister called and ran towards the man I had never met before. But I had heard about him a lot from my mother and he was a perfect gentleman in her eyes. My little sister was fond of him as well. She even told me once that she would gladly exchange me with her ‘oppa’ if given the chance.

Namjoon’s face broke into a smile as he saw her. “Hey, sweetheart.” he said while hugging her gently. There was a hint of confusion on his face when he looked at me.

“I’m her elder sister.” I introduced myself.

“I see,” he shook my hand, “I’ve heard about you.”

I felt embarrassed as I wondered what my mother could possibly have told about me. She was the kind to always brag about me to every single person she met. Though, I see nothing in me to brag about.

Namjoon offered me to sit down. I accepted hesitantly even though my plan was to sit alone and read the last chapter of the book I had brought while my sister would go around the park making new friends.

We both tried to make a simple conversation, which we found too hard to continue. So, we sat there silently, watching my sister play with Namjoon’s dog.

After a while, Namjoon noticed the book, which was poking through my bag and inquired about it. Then, he showed me the book he had brought which gave me an excuse to read mine while he quietly read his.

That was how our first meeting went. When I got back home, my mother wasn’t impressed at all because of how immaturely I had behaved.

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I started to take my sister to the park more often. So that I got to meet Namjoon every now and then. He would come to walk his dog sometimes and will always strike up a conversation with me. Sometimes he would bring chocolate, milkshake or ice cream for my sister.

One day, he brought two chocolates with him, gave one to my sister and handed one to me. I gave him a look that said, “Why me?”

Namjoon laughed a little and said, “You mentioned once about how you used to eat lots of chocolates when you were a kid. So, I thought perhaps nobody bring them to you anymore now that you’ve grown up. But I can see through you. You still like them.”

I couldn’t help blushing. He had definitely saw me asking for a bite from my sister whenever I thought he wouldn’t notice. What an embarrassing way to get busted!

From that day on, whenever he would bring something for my sister he would bring one for me as well. At first, I hesitated to accept them. But eventually it turned into a normal act between us.

I started liking Namjoon without realizing it. He was the kind of person to radiate warmth around him. Talking to him started to feel like a stress relief mechanism to me.

I also couldn’t help noticing how clumsy he was. He would often break things and spill drinks on himself and on me as well. Once he even tumbled and fell down while we were walking down a slope.

He would immediately start to apologize and explain to me how he was not very good with his hands and legs. He even mentioned that some people called him a ‘giant baby’ because of his nature. I found it so adorable that I started to call him by that name secretly in my house too.

“Oh dear!” my mother once said, “Don’t tell me you are falling for him.”

“Of course, not!” I said with confidence. Then turned to go to my room, muttering to myself “I hope so…”

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We had bonded over our love for books. I found out that he was as eager to buy new books whenever he had the chance as me. We talked for hours about our favorite books, fictional worlds, characters and stories. It was getting dark and my little sister practically begged me to take her back home.

At this point, I was taking her to the park almost every day. And of course, my motive behind it was to meet up with Namjoon. Soon, I realized how less and less frequent his visits were getting. When I had asked him about it, he said, “I’m getting a little too busy with my works lately.”

He only once mentioned about him working for some music company. He had told me that he needed break every now and then from his stressful works. So, whenever he came to walk his dog, he didn’t like to talk about it. I never pushed him either.

“I want to take you out sometimes.” He told me one day; which was really surprising. We had been friends for more than 3 months. But none of us had ever expressed anything more than that by this time.

“Yeah, sure!” I said, “Where to?”

“Maybe at a bookstore?” he suggested. I said it sounded great and we agreed upon a time at a particular day.

As soon as I told my mother about it, she was really excited. She bought me new clothes with matching jewelries. I told her that she was imagining a little too much, that it was supposed to be a friendly hangout.

We met in front of the bookstore at the appointed date and Namjoon handed me the beautiful white flowers he had brought with him. I thanked him and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about buying you flowers too.”

Namjoon smiled at me, “Don’t worry, dear. Buy me some other day.” His dimple smile was enough to melt away all the worries. He looked so different when he smiled that it felt like he was a complete different person.

We had planned to buy each other books that we personally preferred. It was a fun idea. We were roaming around talking about what we liked about the books that we had chosen. And finally, we got out of the shop with loads of books to carry back home.

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Next time, I invited him for a coffee and I was the one who brought flowers for him.

“Wow, Sunflowers!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah.” I said casually, “’Cause they are my favorites.”

“No wonder. Pretty people like pretty things.”

I laughed, “Thank you or whatever.”

“Was it too bad?” he asked, “I was just trying to flirt.”

I nodded my head in affirmation, “Don’t even think about it. You’re horrible at this stuff.” Namjoon also started to laugh.

We ordered our coffees and sat there for a really long duration. Time seemed to fly by while I talked with this guy. He was a person I could talk so easily with.

By the end of the date, Namjoon said, “I think you ought to see for yourself the world I live in.”

“What does that mean? Are you from Narnia or something?” I jokingly asked.

He shook his head, smiling with somewhat seriousness, “I mean, my work.”

“Okay.” I said, excited to know.

“It is actually unbelievable that you still haven’t found out about it.” He chuckled, “I am an Idol.”

“You mean as the K-pop?” I asked, totally shocked at the revelation.

Then, Namjoon asked casually, “Do you know BTS?”

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