*RM Voice* To All The Thots Without Dreams

*RM Voice* To all the Thots without dreams

he looks like a puppy pls the goodest boy. I want ruffle his hair, so soft 😭😭😭😭

look @ his hair

Chasing Clouds

“That is what he did most of the time, when she was angry or sad or frightened: watched her and listened. He had told her he stopped believing in advice years before he met her, or stopped believing people wanted advice; they wanted to be looked at and heard by someone who loved them.”

— Andre Dubus, from “Out of the Snow”, Dancing After Hours: Stories

Thankful that there is someone that will chase rain clouds with you and also calm the storm that rages inside of you.

A/N: Idol!Namjoon x reader, fluff

Warnings: // mention of anxiety 

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This is what he did when you were sad, angry or frightened. He didn’t push you into cover. He didn’t force her into places. He knew it better than anyone else: when it rains, it pours. He let the rain pour. Slowly. Take its time. To course through you. As thoughts stormed into your mind. Tears flowing free. He just held your hand. Was there with you. He knew that you were not a tub of ice cream kind of girl. You were an entire chocolate cake, preferably the decadent chocolate ganache covered chocolate cake and he had that ready in the fridge. He also knew if your anxiety gets too much you’d skip the cake and go for something warm so got all his teas prepared for you. He shares his tea bags with you when you need them the most. Most people know Namjoon drinks coffee. Most people don’t know he loves tea and collects them. He loves all kinds of tea. But prefers calming ones. Both of you took the time to know each other. For it is not just about love languages but love itself was a language. It was learning to love each other. A roadmap to connect two souls. 

This is why you take trips to Ilsan frequently. You learned to make his favorite kimchi. You even made his comfort food jjajangmyeon. You asked the ahjumma at his restaurant to teach you, falling for your charms she gave up all her recipe secrets. You travel three hours, every weekend when you don’t have work to learn recipes from the woman who brought him into this world. You share a very close bond with his mother. Namjoon had even shed some tears when he saw you laying on his mother’s lap while she stroked your hair lovingly and watched tv, both of you on the floor. You for right in. Into her lap, at his house, and into his life. He knew that he forever belonged to you. And he would hold onto you, as his, for the rest of his life and many lifetimes ahead as well. You made sure Namjoon always came home from tour to a table set-up fully with all his favorite Korean food, side-dishes, and beer. An entire spread. You make sure to even send seaweed soup for his mom and her birthday. It’s tradition that the daughter-in-law makes the soup for the mother-in-law. You and Namjoon haven’t talked about marriage yet. But both of your hearts resonate the same thing: this ones mine. 

It was a summer day when you felt bored and needed to destress. You decided to bake cookies. Using the new kitchen aid stand mixer Namjoon got you for your second year anniversary. You even had your own baking space. So you sent to cookies to Bang PD. He was really happy and even made a call from Namjoon’s phone to thank you. He had already taken in the fact that you were here for the long run and he couldn’t be happier that Namjoon had found you. You see, to Bang PD Namjoon was a worrier. He worried a lot. He worked very hard exhausting himself often. When BTS were new he had way more responsibilities weighing him down on his shoulders. The members were all lost and disoriented at times. But as time passed Namjoon was still a worrier. He had a lot of thoughts. Ideas. Concepts. Abstracts. After all, he is an artist. Bang PD was a little concerned because he got quiet. He worried Namjoon felt lonely and that no one would listen to him. However, that was not the case. He was quiet because he was at peace. On the inside. He had you. To ease him out of his thoughts when needed. When asked for. 

So he holds you tight. As you finally break in and start sobbing into his shoulder. Staining his blue T-shirt. He closed his eyes shut feeling pangs of your pain in his heart too. Held you to him. Warm. Strong. Safe. Hands easily wrap around your smaller frame. He doesn’t speak. He does press soft kisses into your hair when you need it. He knows you’ve stopped being inside your own head when you start stroking your fingers gently at the nape of his neck. Taking his presence. Touching him. Sensing his presence. Thankful that there is someone that will chase rain clouds with you and also calm the storm that rages inside of you. 

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Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

RM OF BTS #1 BILLBOARD SONGWRITER BLOCK MY ASS MFS THIS IS ALL IM GONNA TALK ABOUT FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

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